#as soon as Dick said Jason had no choice... i knew...

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The final scene with Jason was fun, poor Dick never did properly teach him how to train surf 😔

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🌊 love.

fluff, f!civilian. inspired by @mostly-imagines ‘ fics, slightly ooc i think..

( how jason’s stone heart softens around you. pt 2 )

Love was a very foreign concept for Jason. He has read books, watched movies with the batgirls and watch the corny love shows Dick binges but nothing seems to him show him how to love.

Sure, there are some things he likes. He likes a few things, but nothing seems to be ‘love.’

Love? It was only for the naive and the vulnerable. He had seen too many people get hurt, including himself. Love makes a person weak, those feelings would lead to mistakes and pain. So he thought he was better off without it. How could he love something, when he doesn’t even love himself?

It was a snowy night, he was leaned over some random apartment’s wall holding over his wound. His hand was pressed against his side as he felt the blood seep between his fingers. He grits his teeth in pain, the cold nipping at skin.

It was a bad night, he had been caught off by a group of criminals who ambushed and destroyed his earbud for communication. He had no choice but to seek refuge, the nearest safe house was 30 minutes away and he couldn’t make it. As the footsteps grew closer, Jason tensed up, his hand instinctively going for the gun strapped to his hip. But before he could draw his weapon, the figure came into view, wrapped in winter clothes for warmth.

Jason's eyes narrowed, trying to make out the figure's features in the low light. He had no idea if this person was a friend or foe, and as he was in no condition to fight, he would need to be cautious.

“Uh, hi?” you said, concerned about the guy on your porch. You had just come home from an odd dinner date and things couldn’t just get weirder.

Jason's eyes softened as he heard the voice addressing him. Despite his usual cold demeanor, he didn't want to startle or scare you. After all, he was in no condition to fight right now. "Hey," he responded, his voice strained from the pain. "Sorry to bother you. I just... needed a place to rest for a bit."

You looked at him, he had a damaged red helmet over his head, brown jacket and a wounded side.. isn’t this the vigilante guy? You stepped closer, but not too close. “You’re hurt.” you said, as you then looked around then back to him “D-do you need an ambulance or..?”

Jason huffed weakly, "Nah, I'll be fine. It's just a scratch" he said, trying to play it off. However, he knew he needed to do something about the wound soon. "Do you, uh, mind if I come inside for a bit? I won't be a bother, I promise."

You slowly nodded “Yeah.. yeah of course let me help.” you said as you reached out to him. Jason nodded in appreciation. He winced slightly as you reached out, still feeling the pain from his wound, but he knew he couldn't refuse any help he could get.

He leaned on you for support as he slowly stood up, his legs feeling like jelly. "Thanks," he muttered quietly. "I owe ya one, doll." You propped him on your couch, you looked down at his bleeding wound. “I can help.. uh, I know a bit of nursing.” you said.

He looked up at you, his eyes studying you intently, trying to gauge your intentions. He didn't know you, but he had no other option at the moment.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“Yeah, wait, let me find my first aid.” As you came back with the kit in your hand, you kneeled, lifting his shirt up to see the damage. As you looked at his wounded side, you could see the deep gash across his abdomen, with blood slowly seeping from the edges. It was a nasty wound, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with basic medical supplies.

Jason winced slightly as you touched his sides, hissing in pain. "It's not as bad as it looks." he muttered, trying to sound tough. You gave a skeptical look at his comment but continued to tend to his wound. As you pulled out some gauze and antiseptic, you couldn't help but notice the numerous scars that covered his stomach and chest.

Jason noticed your curious glances, and a flicker of unease passed through his eyes. He was used to the scars by now, but he still felt a sense of discomfort whenever someone would glance at them. He knew they were hard to ignore, but he preferred keeping them hidden whenever possible. He didn't like showing weakness, and the scars were a clear sign of his failures.

You continued on your work as you placed the antiseptic “This will sting.”

"Just do it," he said through clenched teeth. "I can handle it."

You proceeded to gently wipe the area around the wound with the antiseptic, making sure to clean out any dirt or debris that might have gotten inside. He tensed up, groaning slightly as the antiseptic stung his skin. You knew he tried to hide his discomfort.

“Sorry if I stared.” you said as you started to wrap the bandages, “That was rude of me.”

"It's fine," he said, his voice gruff as he spoke. "I know I'm not the prettiest sight to behold." you couldn't help but frown at his comment. There was more to him than just his scars, you thought. But you knew better than to say anything about it.

You wrapped the final knot as you dusted your hands, “I’m done.”

"Thanks," he tried to sit up straight, wincing slightly as he put pressure on his wound. You tried to make him sit “Woah woah, okay, don't push yourself.” He allowed you to gently push him back down onto the couch. He wasn't used to being told what to do, but he couldn't deny that he was still fairly weak from his injury.

"I'm fine," he muttered.

“What are you exactly?” you asked, brows furrowing. He paused for a bit, thinking on his answer " I'm a vigilante," he said, "I patrol the streets at night and take care of the bad guys."

“Do you… kill people?” He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "Sometimes," he said quietly, his tone distant. "When there's no other choice."

"I don't enjoy it," he continued, "But sometimes violence is the only language criminals understand." You tell your name as he nodded in response, “Call me, Red Hood.” he said. You looked at him, pointing at his head “But that’s a helmet.” you said. He huffs “Well, I don’t exactly go around telling people my name sweetheart.”

Jason looked out the window, noting the late hour. He knew that he should get going— the night would not wait for him. He shifted on the couch, wincing slightly as he jostled his wounded side. "I should probably get going," he said, slowly getting up from the couch. Your eyed widened as you stood up as well “What? Are you sure?”

Jason nodded, gritting his teeth as he tried to stand up straight. He could already feel the pull of the stitches in his side, but he didn't want to worry you any more than he already had. "I'll be fine," he said, even though he was still somewhat wobbly on his feet. "I've had worse."

You watch him open your window and left to the snowy cold city. You walked towards your window, hands on the railings as you saw him leave, “Stay safe!” you yelled out. He turned slightly and nodded, giving you a small wave before disappearing into the shadows of the city.

About 2 days passed, somehow.. he felt this itch. He wanted to return the favor. It was a foreign feeling for him— he wasn't used to caring about anyone besides himself. But something about you just wouldn't leave his mind.

Like why does it even matter? You 're just some rando who treated his wounds.

…And so, on the third day, he decided to pay a visit to your apartment.

He didn’t know how to approach this situation, he landed on your fire escape. The steel slightly shook from his weight. He paused as he reached your window, peering through the glass with hesitance in his eyes. The blinds were closed, but he could see your silhouette from the light.

Jason tried to get a better view of you through the slits in the blinds. He wasn't sure why he was being so cautious— after all, he was the one who had decided to come here.

God this was so stupid.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the glass, signaling his presence. You were in the middle of making yourself a cup of tea when you heard a knock on the window. You were confused, and a little creeped out. Who would be knocking this late at night?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you walked towards the window and pulled the blind strings, white lenses widening at the sight of a figure standing on your fire escape. You let out a surprised noise as you saw him. You opened the window as you felt the cold air come in “Red Hood? Why are you here?”

Jason hopped into your apartment, his boots making a soft thud as he landed. He looked around for a moment, taking in the cozy space before focusing his gaze back on you. He shrugged, as if his presence here was no big deal. "Just thought I'd return the favor," he replied.

Your eyes darted around the room, “Er, by how?”

…Shit, he didn’t even think of what to return. Jason cursed under his breath, fuck why didn’t he thought this through?

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with something quickly. “I could uh, keep an eye on you. Make sure no one bothers you.” he says “If I see a shady guy sneaking around your fire escape i’ll shoot em’”

Jason mentally facepalmed at his own words. That was stupid, he thought. You probably didn't need him lurking outside your window like some kind of oversized bodyguard. You looked at your table with your tea set and back to him “Do you want tea?” you invited.

He paused for a moment before nodding slightly, “Yeah.. yeah sounds nice.” he said as he took a seat.

You then remembered he wore a helmet, “Wait— I can just drink in another direction while you…” he takes off his helmet and saw him with a domino mask. He had a white streak on his hair and he looked younger than you expected, about your age actually. “…drink.”

"Yeah," he snorts, unable to hide a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can't exactly drink with a helmet on." You sat in front of him as you poured the warm tea in his cup. He picked up the cup, wrapping his fingers around the warm porcelain. The aroma of tea drifted up towards him, and he took a small sip, relishing the hot liquid as it warmed his chest.

“Are you really here to return the favor?” you asked, looking up at him. “Yeah, I am,” he replied, “I don’t like owing people favors, much less owing one to someone I just met.” he added, "But I also wanted to check on you. Make sure you're alright."

“I’m alright.” you replied “You don’t have to return the favor, you know.” Jason shakes his head "I'm a man of my word," he retorted, "I don't like leaving things unfinished."

He took another sip of his tea, the hot liquid giving him a moment to think. "Besides," he continued, "It's not like I have anything better to do." you raised your brow, “You probably do.” you said as you sipped your tea.

“Well, yeah maybe so. But still.” Jason leaned back slightly in his seat, swirling the tea in his cup as he tried to find the right words. He knew you were right— there was always something for him to do out there on the streets. “I’d rather be here, to be honest,” he darts his eyes away from yours.

You warmly flashed a smile “Sure, you can come over anytime.” he raised his brow, "You sure about that?” he asked, a touch of humor in his voice. "You don't even know my real name."

You hummed “True, but I don’t really have any company.”

Jason studied you for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity in your words. It was hard for him to believe that someone would be so carefree about inviting a masked vigilante into their home. But there was something genuine in your expression, a loneliness that mirrored his own.

He took another sip of tea, mulling your words over. "What, no boyfriend?” he lets put an amused scoff. Your hand moved across your neck with a bitter expression. He knew that look all too well— the look of someone with a bitter past.

"Bad breakup?" he asked. You sighed as your eyes darted down, “Yeah, it was really messy.” you said, sipping some tea.

He didn't push you for more details, knowing that you would share only as much as you were comfortable with. Instead, he simply nodded, "I can imagine," he said quietly. “It happened two days ago actually, when you sat on my porch injured.”

Jeez, how he felt terrible.

"It was that recent?" he asked and you nodded. Jason felt guilt as he realized the timing of his visit. You had been dealing with a breakup when he had shown up randomly on your doorstep. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Bad timing, I guess." you chuckled “No, it’s fine. I guess it’s better than sulking to myself. I mean it's.. really weird but, hey.”

He let out a soft scoff, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “Yeah, I guess I’m better company than crying alone in the dark.”

Over the next few days, He would find himself returning to your apartment. Even though he was very hesitant at first, he found himself unable to stay away. He tells himself… it was just a matter of returning a favor, but he knew there was more to it than that. Your apartment had become a sort of like haven for him, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself.

Every two nights, he would make his way through the city, cloaked in shadows until he reached your window, slipping through your window without a word and settling on your couch. Each time, he would sit in silence for a few moments, as if checking to see if he was welcome or if you would turn him away. But you always seemed to accept his presence without question, offering him a cup of tea or a light conversation.

Was it stupid and dangerous for the two of you? Yes. Does he still visit you anyway? Yes.

It was another night, and Jason found himself making his way towards your apartment once again. He had gotten used to this routine, this quiet comfort of slipping through your window and finding a place on your couch. As he landed on your fire escape, he took a moment to scan the area, making sure no one had followed him. Satisfied that he was alone, he let himself into your apartment, as usual.

He entered your kitchen in his usual stealthy manner, taking off his helmet and setting it on your table. As he did, he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

You looked up at him, “You’re a day early.” you said. He gave a soft scoff, “Am I not welcome here anymore?” you shook your head, “No, no, no, you are.”

“Good,” he replied, taking a seat on the couch. “You know you shouldn’t treat other randos like this if I’m gone.” you rolled your eyes as you stood from your seat and shuffled in your cabinets, “I know, I’m not dumb.” you replied. "Just making sure,” shrugged, you could tell that he was teasing you a bit. “Wouldn’t want some sketchy guy taking advantage of your kind heart.”

"Oh, shut it,” you retorted, turning to look at him. “I’m not that easy to take advantage of.” Jason let out a huff “Oh really? Seems to me like you're letting me waltz into your home every other night without complaint.”

You let out a huff, trying not to let your frustration show. He had a point… but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

"That’s different,” you protested. "You’re not some random creep." Jason smirked, enjoying your reaction. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked up at you. "But you barely know me," he said, "For all you know, I could be some criminal mastermind, pretending to be a nice guy."

You took a box of macaroni and turned back to him with a glare, “Are you asking to get kicked out?” you don’t actually mean it, but he could be right. Jason knew you weren’t being serious, but the hint of truth in your words made him tense.

"No, I’m not asking to get kicked out,” he assured you, "I’m grateful for your hospitality, honest." You did a smug smile, “That’s what I thought.” you said as you started to cook some macaroni.

He huffed as he leaned back on the couch, watching you work. He couldn’t help but find your confidence amusing.. the way you weren’t afraid to stand up to him or tease him back.

He shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable with his own relaxed behavior. He couldn’t quite figure out why he was so at ease around you. Maybe it was the fact that you accepted him without question even though you shouldn’t, or maybe it was something else entirely. He couldn’t quite pin it down.

But.. either way, he admits he enjoys this.

Jason was used to bantering with his siblings, it came naturally to them. Here, it felt lighter. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

His next visit was odd, it was a different visit from the usual. Jason arrived slightly later than usual, a scowl on his face and a heavy air of frustration surrounding him. As he slipped through your window, you could immediately tell something was off. He didn’t offer his usual greeting, and his shoulders were tense, as if he was carrying a weight heavier than usual.

He didn’t even take his helmet off, you can’t help but be worried so you walked over to him, “Are you okay, Hood?” you asked, testing the waters. Jason’s eyes flicked up to look at you as you approached him. Yet he still felt cold.

He let out a scoff, his gaze somewhere else. “I’m fine,” he muttered. You took a cautious step closer to him, your eyes studying him carefully. "Something happened?" you asked quietly, keeping your voice gentle.

Your hand hovered in the air, unsure what to do. You didn’t want to piss him further, you don’t know what he was like when he was angry. He knew that he was giving off an intimidating aura, but part of him couldn’t help but wish you would reach out.

He let out another sigh, trying to reign in his temper. "You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me," he muttered. Okay, well now you felt a little relieved at his words. You weren’t sure how he would react if you pushed further, but you also knew he needed someone to talk to.

You sat in the couch beside him, your hand finally landing on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to me, right?” you said softly. You could feel him tense up slightly, but he didn’t shrug you off.

He let out another sigh, the tension in his body slowly starting to uncoil. “It’s just family stuff,” he admitted, his voice quiet. Your eyes softened as your hand moved to his back, “You wanna talk about it?” you asked. Jason looked at you for a moment, his eyes fixed on your face. The sight of your soft, empathetic expression made his walls crumble slightly, and he found himself nodding.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” he said gruffly, setting his helmet down on the coffee table. He leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just family issues, nothing new. My siblings all drive me crazy, and everyone’s got their own drama going on. Can’t seem to catch a break.”

You pulled your legs up on the couch, “Big family?” you asked. He looked over at you, a hint of humor in his eyes. "Have you ever tried dealing with seven stubborn people under one roof?" you softly chuckled with a small smile, “Yeah, I get it.” Jason's lips tugged into a slight smile at your response, "Yeah, I figured you might.”

Your hand left his back, “You want tea?” he nodded. “Yeah, thanks.” It was oddly comforting, how you offered small acts of kindness without asking anything in return. He watched as you placed the tea set on the coffee table, the aroma of the tea starting to fill the room. He found himself strangely at ease, the tension from before slowly seeping away.

“Here you go.” you said as you handed him a cup. Jason accepted the cup of tea from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.

You watched as he took a sip, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "Feeling any better?" you asked, your voice gentle. Jason paused for a moment, taking another sip of tea before answering. For him, it was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who didn’t judge him or try to fix his problems.

"Yeah," he replied, "A bit. Talking about it helps, I guess." You softly smiled, “You can always talk to me Hood.”

Jason studied your face, noticing the way your soft smile and kind eyes almost made him want to spill all his deepest secrets. He couldn’t quite pin it down, but there was something about you that made him feel comfortable. Like he could trust you with his thoughts and feelings.

As he took another sip of tea, he found himself questioning whether he should reveal his real identity. It would certainly make things easier if you knew his real name… He placed the empty cup on the table, his mind still conflicted. It was a big step, revealing his identity to you. But something inside him urged him to take the risk.

“Jason’s fine.” he mumbles. You looked up at him with a curious glance, “What?”

"Forget the whole Red Hood thing,” he repeated, his voice a bit more clear this time. “You can just call me Jason.” You were stunned for a moment, you didn’t expect him to tell his name so soon— or at all for that matter. Jason could hear his own heartbeat in his chest as he waited for your reaction. Finally, you broke the silence “Then.. you can always talk to me, Jason.”

"Thanks," he replied quietly, the words holding a weight he couldn’t quite explain. "Really."

Over the next several weeks, Jason continued to find himself seeking out your company, the comfort of your presence soothing his troubled mind. Every time he dropped by, he found himself slowly letting down more and more of his walls. The rough exterior he wore like a protective suit was slowly replaced with a softer, more vulnerable one.

In all his years of being Red Hood, of being a vigilante, he had never allowed himself to get close to someone in that way.

But as he spent more time with you, he found himself slowly questioning that belief. The more he got to know you, the more he realized that maybe he was wrong. Maybe love wasn’t a weakness, but a strength. Maybe it was something that could actually make him feel alive for once.

Jason avoided the idea of love, convinced that it was something to be feared and avoided. He had witnessed the pain and heartbreak it could cause, both in his own life and in the lives of others.

And yet, as he got to know you better and better, he found himself gradually starting to question this belief. Your presence had begun to erode the walls he had built around his heart, revealing a vulnerable side of him that he had long thought dead.

He felt his hard stone heart soften around yours.

You opened the blinds on your window, looking at the snow up ahead. “I wonder when spring will come.” you commented. He leaned back in the couch, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Spring can't come soon enough," he muttered, his voice slightly gruff but lacking its usual edge. "I'm getting tired of freezing my ass off every night."

“Well, it’s already the start of the year.” you said.

Jason let out a scoff, his eyes drifting towards the calendar on your wall. Sure enough, the first month of the year was already marked off. "Yeah, and spring is like three months away," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's still a long way to go."

You sighed, “Right.” you said as you closed the blinds. Jason watched as you closed the blinds, shutting out the snowy landscape outside. The room seemed oddly devoid of color without the light filtering through the glass. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "At least the days are getting longer again," he pointed out, a hint of optimism in his voice. "The nights will get shorter eventually."

"Yeah, that's true," you agreed, "Soon we'll be complaining about how it's too hot instead of too cold."

"Yeah, and then we'll be wishing for winter again," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Never satisfied, are we?" You then remembered something, “Oh, by the way— look what I got for Christmas.” you pulled a box and opened the lead to reveal the record player. "A record player, huh?" he said, a "Who gave you that?"

“My dad,” you replied, “my mom gave me vinyls too.” you smiled as you pulled out a few of them. He leaned closer, peering at the titles you had pulled out. "Let me see..." he said, reaching out to take one of the records from your hand.

You handed him the record, and Jason carefully examined the album cover, running his fingers over the worn edges. He let out a soft scoff as he saw the cover. "Aerosmith, huh?" He said, ”I see your parents have good taste."

You chuckled at his comment, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, my dad's a big fan," you replied. "He's always saying that '70s and '80s rock is the best music." you took out some jazz records, “There's these too.”

"Jazz? Your parents really know what they're doing. Good taste in music, that's for sure." he said. You smiled, “I didn’t take you for a jazz guy.”

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he scoffs, his eyes flickering back to you. You took the record from his hands, “Do you want me to play it?” you asked.

“Go for it.” he replied.

You crouched as you carefully placed the record on the turntable, setting the needle gently down. The soft crackle of the vinyl filled the room before the smooth, melodious sounds of the jazz instrumental began to play. You stood back up and looked at him, “What do you think?” Jason listened to the music, a thoughtful expression on his face as he soaked in the mellow tones. "It's nice," he replied.

Your expression softens, “My parents loved dancing to this, I’m glad they gave it to me.” Jason looks at your expression, "You must have a lot of good memories with them.”

"I remember watching them dance to this in the living room. They were so in sync back then, like they were made for each other." Jason listens to your words and pauses for a bit, he then stands up. “Do you want to dance?”

You sheepishly smiled “Oh— no I’m good I don’t know how to dance.” Jason extends his hand, "Dancing isn't exactly rocket science, you know," he said. "I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two. I’ll take the lead.”

He wasn’t lying, he had a lot of experiences dancing in Bruce’s Galas. "C'mon," he extends his hand further, "It's easy, trust me. I've had plenty of practice." You were complementing to take his hand or not, you then gave up as you took his hand.

Jason smiled as you placed your hand in his. He gently pulled you closer to him, his other hand finding its way to your waist. "Just follow my lead," he instructed, his eyes darting to you.

The music continued to play in the background as Jason slowly began to move, his feet guiding you through the steps. He kept his grip on your waist light but firm, his body slightly brushing against yours with each step. “Like this?” you asked sheepishly. Jason nodded, "Yeah, just like that, doll.”

He moved a bit closer to you, adjusting the position of your other arm.

You huffed, “Last time I did this was like.. high school prom.” Jason huffs, finding your comment amusing. He twirled you around slightly, the movement fluid and elegant. "I'm honored that you're dancing with me instead of some prep school kid.” You stumbled slightly at the unexpected twirl, laughing as you clutched onto him for balance. "I think I prefer dancing with you over some sweaty teenager.”

He huffs, "And why's that?"

“Because I like you.” you simply said.

His heart lurched in his chest at your words, your casual confession sending a flutter through his entire body. "You do, huh?" he asked quietly. “Why would I lie?” you answered. Jason let out a huff, his expression softening as he looked at you. "I don’t know, people lie all the time,” he said, as he looked down. His grip on you grew firmer, his hand on your waist pulling you closer. "But you sound sincere enough."

The air between you felt thick, the music now almost background noise. Jason's eyes were locked with yours, his expression unreadable yet somehow more open than you'd ever seen before. He took a step closer, his chest now touching yours as he gently continued to move you both in time with the music.

Your head then moved to lean on his chest. He held you close, his heartbeat steady and strong under your touch. Slowly, he leaned his head down, his chin resting on the top of your head. It was a vulnerable gesture, one that somehow felt more intimate than the dancing.

The only sound in the room was the steady thump of his heart against your ear and the soft, soothing tones of the instrumentals.

This was love. The feeling of your body against his, the way you leaned on him so trustingly, the sound of his heartbeat in your ears. It all felt so... right. He held you close, his arms encircling your frame as he continued to move with you to the music, his heart full and conflicted.

But there was fear there too. Fear of losing this, of losing you. The thought of something happening to you, of losing this quiet moment filled him with dread. The final notes of the song faded, leaving the room in a silent, intimate embrace.

Jason continued to hold you against his chest, his chin still resting on the top of your head. He didn’t want to let go, his arms around you not loosening even slightly.

He swallowed hard, his voice a low murmur as he broke the silence. "You're a good dancer." you hummed against his chest, “Mm, thanks.” you responded.

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Another Red - post Toxin snippet

“We could find out who he is,” Tim said. He twirled a pen between his fingers, back and forth and back and forth over his knuckles.

Dick had seen Jason to the same thing with a knife a thousand times.

“We’re not gathering any biometrics.” Bruce sounded tired. He sounded worn down and tired like he did whenever one of his kids were in the medby. Dick didn’t think that tonight the tone of voice was just about Jason.

“I’m not saying—“

“If we do, if we take that choice from him, he will never trust us again.”

“I know, B,” Tim snapped and threw the pen. It stuck perfectly in the chest of a training dummy. “I’m pissed off because we won’t, alright? I know we wont and I know why we can’t and I hate it! He needs help.”

“I know, chum,” Bruce said, voice soft. He brushed his knuckles against Tim’s shoulder blade.

Tim sucked in a breath at the silent command, held it, and let it out slowly.

“He very well may not trust us already,” Damian said. He had flung himself into one of the chairs as soon as he had come back from changing like he was in a sulk, but there was a focused alertness in his watch on the medbay. “We brought him here without permission. That is a violation already.”

“He used the panic button,” Dick pointed out. Even if he knew that Damian might be right, Dick didn’t want him to be. “He had to know that something like this could happen when he pressed it. He has to trust us at least a little.”

“He trusts Red Hood,” Damian bit. “Do not be so naive as to believe that trust extends to the rest of us.”

“Hood’s Alley,” Tim said and flopped down into the chair next to Damian.

Damian who nooded Tim’s way. “Hood is Alley. We are… other.”

Oh, Baby Bat was upset about that.

[gay-dorito-dust]

First ofi love your Jason fic's, they are really great and they made me think could you write for Damian as well?

What about Damian x reader (gn or male pls) where they are really great friends but the family thinks they are in a relationship? You know the typical teasing girls usually experience as soon as she talks about a boy "oh is that you boyfriend" the same thing happens too Damian, and now he dreads bringing the reader to his house because his family always had something to say (except Alfred he's cool like that) and it also makes the reader uncomfortable. And one day Damian snaps at them for their weird behavior, telling them that they are the reason why the reader won't visit anymore

I hope this makes sense, if you don't like this, just ignore it.

Have a great day

Damian hated when he brought you over to the Manor and it’s not for the reasons many might expect. It was more so to do with how Dick, Tim and Jason seemed to always have something to say whenever you two were in a room together, only ever doing mundane activities but to Dick, Tim and Jason, it was viewed under an annoyingly unnecessary romantic context.

They firmly believed that in due to you being able to withstand Damian’s presence for as long as you have, that there must be romantic undertones integrated in every interaction between the two of you. The classic trope of friends being in love with each other but not knowing how to cross that line without ruining everything that was pre established from your longstanding friendship; Which was factually incorrect for so many reasons.

You and Damian weren’t anything more than friends and you both were content with that conclusion. However that didn’t stop you from feeling uncomfortable whenever Dick, Tim or Jason said anything about your suspected secret relationship that you’ve been poorly keeping from them. Damian hated that you couldn’t come to the manor without wanting to leave within the first five minutes of being there, he didn’t want to either but knew that you needed him for support whenever it does happen; and it was unfortunately an reoccurring theme within the Wayne manor.

The first time this happened you and Damian were in the library, reading. Your head was innocently resting against his shoulder and all because of the lack of sleep you had from binge watching the midnight release of the latest season for your favourite show. Had you been anyone else Damian would’ve laid you out flat but since it was you, Damian didn’t seem to mind but he then choice to chastise you for your lack to keep to a healthy sleep schedule.

‘You’re helpless.’ He stats and you pouted at him. ‘But Damian it was the last season! I had to binge watch it before people start spoiling it all over social media!’ You defended yourself but it was obvious that your friend wasn’t buying it for a second. ‘Tch. So was our test today but due to your habit of binge watching, and yet you just barely managed to somewhat passable score.’ He replied, not once looking up from his book as you leaned more into him. ‘Rude.’

‘I’m merely stating the-‘

‘Spare some room for Jesus there lovebirds.’ Both you and Damian looked over to see that Jason had entered the library when you were unawares and had a wolfish grin spread across his face. You tensed up at the implication, wordlessly removed your head from Damian’s shoulder and shuffled to the far side of the couch that you were both sitting on. All the while avoiding eye contact either him or Jason.

The latter (Jason) believed that this was done out of the fact that you had gotten caught but to the former (Damian) it was because you had grown uncomfortable with the comment made towards the nature of your assumed relationship to him. So all he could do without making the situation worse for you was to glare daggers into Jason, who only took this as Damian being mad that he interrupted his quality time with you.

The second time this mistake happened was when you and Damian were in the kitchen taking a much needed break from constant studying for the upcoming test at school, replenishing your hunger by wolfing down on some snacks. ‘You’ll choke if you keep that up.’ Damian said between bites of his own snack.

‘No I won’t.’ You rebutted, swallowing down the remains before shoving another bit of food into your mouth hastily and allowing for some crumbs to cling onto you in the strangest places, though mainly your cheek. Damian sighs and reaches across the table to rub the crumbs off with a handkerchief, muttering about how much of a messy eater you are. ‘Can’t even eat properly, never less sleep the required amount needed for proper functionality.’ He mutters under his breath.

‘Will you never left me live that down?’ You asked.

‘No.’ Damian replied without hesitation and you wondered if the question was even worth asking when he answered them in such a confident and sure fire way. Before you could get a chance to speak, Dick’s voice from the doorway butted in. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is Damian being a gentleman for his lovely partner? Has hell truly frozen over?’ Damian was quick to retract his hand but it was too late, Dick saw everything and much like Jason, took it out of complete context.

‘We should get back to studying now.’ You said uncharacteristically stiff as you pushed yourself out of your chair and walked out of the room without so much of a word, shoulders hunched and head down when you passed by Dick, who watched in slight confusion as to what just happened. Damian on the other hand was starting to reach his limit with his brothers constant teasing, for how could they not see that it was clearly making you uncomfortable even if some of the teasing wasn’t aimed at you directly.

You took it personally on his behalf and he hates that in due to this it made your eagerness to spend time at to the Wayne manor dwindle. You were his first true friend and he didn’t want his brothers to be the reason you decided that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. Damian wouldn’t admit it but deep down he was scared that he’ll loose you because of it, and that the only way to save your friendship would one day be reliant on your interactions during school hours. Damian knew he wasn’t the easiest to get along but he had to applause your persistence in wanting to befriend him, so much so that he didn’t want you ever thinking that he didn’t bother fighting for your friendship, because he would fight for your friendship with everything he had and then some.

For you’ve become a large part of him that he doesn’t think he could ever imagine living without now that you were so deeply integrated into his very being.

The third and last time you visited the manor was what made Damian snap. All you were doing was have a slow day with the added company of Titus, who was resting his head in your lap as you petted him; The poor dog missed you and it showed with how he whined whenever you dared to stop the pets, it would be made even more difficult not to as he would then paw at you persistently on top of all that.

‘I swear one of these days Titus will follow me home.’ You joked as you reminisced about the times when Titus would try and follow after you as pup and always disregarding Damian in favour for you and your cuddles. ‘He almost did once when you had to go home after our sleepover.’ Even Damian smiled softly at the memory of seeing Titus’ little head pop out of your bag after almost tearing apart the manor for the little mischief maker. He reached over to scratch the dog behind the ear -just how he liked to be scratched- and watched as Titus kicked his back leg in response.

‘He obviously still loves me a lot to be using my lap like this despite being too big to doing it anymore.’ You chuckled, looking down at the big dog with so much love and affection. Damian scoffed. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Titus only likes you because you pamper and baby him.’ You gasped, covering Titus ears. ‘Don’t say that! Titus is still a baby in my heart!’ You exclaimed. The fully grown Great Dane then sneezed in his sleep and you acted as though he said something meaningful before looking back towards Damian ‘see, Titus agrees.’

‘Tch. You’re such a pain.’ Was Damian’s response as he looked away from you, only to see Tim stood a few feet away, watching you both much like how Dick and Jason did and Damian knew what was about to come out of his mouth before he even said it.

And apparently so did you as you managed to stand up, waking Titus up in the process, who was trying to get his bearings back as you said sombrely to Damian. ‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah.’ Before walking back towards the manor with Titus at your heels.

Before Tim could ask Damian shot him a murderous glare. ‘Batcave. Two days from now. Make yourself useful and bring Todd and Grayson with you.’ Was all he said before storming off towards the manor himself, leaving an taken aback Tim. His limit has officially been reached.

‘Why are we here Damian? Are you going to tell us that you need help with your partner-‘

‘Stop. Just stop with this nonsense you, Drake and Todd seemed to be hung up on because this false narrative you’ve created about myself and y/n is entirely make belief. And we’re suffering from it.’ Damian cuts Dick off but Jason was quick to speak next.

‘Why? Are you lovebirds not together anymore?’

Damian clenched his jaw but couldn’t contain his anger and annoyance towards this entire situation, wanting nothing more than for it to come to an end. ‘WE NEVER WERE TOGETHER TODD!’ Damian exploded. ‘WE WERE ONLY EVER JUST FRIENDS BUT DUE TO YOURS, GRAYSON AND DRAKES’ SHARED STUPIDITY, YOU’RE MAKING THEM UNCOMFORTABLE INTO EVER VISITING ANYMORE!’

‘Why didn’t either of you say anything-‘ Tim tried to talk but was quickly silenced by Damian who still had a lot more to get off of his chest. ‘WE TRIED BUT YOU WE ALL TOO BUSY TEASING US FOR BEING SOMETHING WE NEVER WERE!’ Damian liked to think he wasn’t the type to be quick to anger and how it was such a foolish thing to do. However Dick, Tim and Jason overstepped one too many times for Damian not to speak up about it, making sure it gets into their thick skulls that their weird behaviour almost cost him his friendship with you.

Jason, Dick and Tim felt stupid now and a little ashamed that their teasing could’ve quite possibly drove you away. It wasn’t their intention to do so, but they guessed that they admittedly got slightly ahead of themselves that they didn’t take into consideration of how you felt about all this. Now they felt like right dickheads.

‘I believe they’ve got the message master Damian.’ Alfred said as he looked at Dick, Tim and Jason who looked like a bunch of kicked puppies. ‘How about we invite master Damian’s friend for dinner so that you may tell them you’re sorry for your recent transgressions?’

Dick smiled softly at the butler whom had became another father figure to them. ‘That’s sounds perfect Alfred but only if y/n is comfortable to come.’ He, Jason, Tim and Alfred then all looked towards Damian who had calmed down significantly from his earlier outburst. ‘Tch. I’ll ask but I’m not guaranteeing anything.’ He says to them as he took out his phone to text you, adding a picture of an impatient Titus sitting at the front door waiting for you to come back for added effect, knowing how you couldn’t resist him.

It didn’t take long for you to reply with; ‘fine. I’m willing to bury the hatchet but as long as Titus gets to lay in my lap. That’s my only condition.’

Yep everything was going to be alright.

[workingbynyx]

hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

ma’am, could we pretty please have some more gaslamp!au? 🥺🥺

"Wildflower," Jason said smirking, jumping over the railing, "don't tell me you're ready for bed?"

"Jason what-"

"Marry me?" he said pulling the ring out of his pocket and kneeling. His heart in his throat, "Run away with me. Tonight. We can be in New York before the morning-"

Lips collide with his and there's a soft warm body in his arms. Reflexively he pulls you closer and strokes your hair. He'd like to leave you breathless and reeling. To show you what's waiting for you- kisses that tempt. That promise. But when he can taste tears- it reminds him that he's still got to be gentle. He can teach you how to play those kinds of games later.

"Yes," you tell him, "But-"

"But nothing," he rumbled, claiming one of your left hand to press a kiss against your palm before siding the ring onto your finger. Relieved that the fit is perfect. "Whatever happened to you-" he broke off and shook his head, "it didn't change my feelings for you. I thought I lost you. And when I found you- Alive- and that man was dead my only regret was that you had to be the one to do it." He wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs and kissed your forehead. "But. I won't lose any sleep over what you did. And no- even if you weren't still a virgin, it wouldn't have changed anything."

"That's just all I had left to offer and I just-"

Jason kissed you quiet quickly and smiled a little, "A razor wit, medical knowledge, and the ability to appreciate the beauty of literature is infinitely more important," he said. "And that's just a short list of things that are more important to me than your virginity."

He can feel you heating with embarrassment and he snuggled you closer. "We'll wake up the whole house if we don't leave soon," he murmured. You wouldn't. Half of them were in Bruce's study waiting and holding their breath he'd swear to it. The other half were keeping watch out a window or from a rooftop to see the lamps on the carriage race down the drive. Champagne would be had. And, if he knew Stephanie and Dick, bets would be made about the birthdate of your first child.

"How will we get out I mean- I can't climb down in a dress."

Jason grinned, "What kind of prince charming would I be if I didn't rescue my princess from her tower?" he teased.

"I'm not exactly a captive in rags," you snort, "Everyone's been very sweet-"

"Just put your arms around my neck and hold on," he chuckled. "Mind, don't look down-"

"It's four stories!"

"And I've been sneaking out the 5th since I was 10," he said grinning, "Just hold on. And please don't slap me. Or faint."

"I don't want to spend my wedding night with a broken neck," you squeak.

"Don't tell me my fearless, tree-climbing, horse-riding wildflower is afraid I'll drop her," he taunted, chucking you under the chin.

"I'm heavy," you remind.

"Hardly," Jason snorted. That he'd address later. He'd write sonnets about your breasts, hips, and belly. Spend hours lavishing kisses on every inch of you he could reach. But now- as he pulled you into his arms and got to his feet; leaving you no choice but to put your arms around his neck. As he savored your little yelp of surprise when he grabbed your bottom to support you against his side- all he wanted was to be well underway. To have you to himself. And for the rattle of the carriage to drown out the sound of all the rakish things he was going to do to you on the way to the wedding.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi! So I’ve had this idea for a while and idk why but I thought I would go ahead and request it. Batfam x Batbro reader who’s the 2nd oldest (maybe their ages range from like 25-18) and is really close with all his brothers. One night after some encouraging from Dick he decides to go out with some friends. While he is gone this villain who he’s been fighting for a while breaks into the mansion and uses his powers of mind control on the family. (the boys and Bruce, Alfred has the night off so he isn’t here) He uses them as leverage over batbro when he gets back from his night out. (Could you focus more on the scene where they break in and mind control happens? I’ve been picturing we see that part happen and then batbro gets home. Kinda like you would see on a tv show) The villain tries to bargain with batbro (maybe he has powers that villain wants?) for his family but because batbro is a smart badass he finds a way to project villain’s own powers back onto himself so batbro is able to command him to release him family and then he gets sent to jail. The brothers are very impressed with his quick thinking skills and they end up having a “sleepover” in one of their room (because let’s be honest, those beds could probably hold like 15 people) and they all fight over who gets to lay next to batbro and Dick and Jason end up winning that fight. It ends with the brothers being like “hope you enjoyed your once chance at protecting us because it will never happen again!” To batbro because they (even the once younger than him) and very protective of him.

If not it’s totally ok!!! Thank! Love your work!!

Okay, this is good! All of you are so creative. Lets go!

Summary: (Y/N) has to save his family from mind control. It goes somewhat good.

Warnings: mind control, original enemy, OC flirting with (Y/N), introvert reader, (Y/N) is a badass.

(Y/N) looked himself over in the mirror once more. Dick has been telling him for the last week that he should go out. Not alone, but with his friends. (Y/N) preferred his own company over anyone else. Sure, it may sound like he is some sort of antisocial person, but he is just an introvert.

Dick managed to convince him after making a compromise. He wouldn't really go out for the next month and Dick wouldn't nag him about going out at all. Dick happily accepted and made sure to help (Y/N) get dressed.

It was obvious that he is going to go in black, since black is his color and he loved to wear it. Of course, Tim and Alfred would make sure that he wore some color sometimes, but not today. Alfred has a night off and Tim is in his room.

And that's why he looked himself in the mirror once more. A black turtleneck, black pants and on top of that black shoes. Dick wanted to comment on the color choice, but choose not to. If (Y/N) is going out, then Dick won't comment on anything.

Dick and (Y/N) made their way to the kitchen. (Y/N) didn't know if he is going to drink yet or not, but it's better to have a full stomach when drinking. (Y/N) glanced at his rings and his necklace.

His beloved protective amulets.

(Y/N) is a special batkid too. He has powers and sometimes he loved them and sometimes he hated them more than life. He has telepathy and is able to read minds and other things with telepathy that made Bruce pale when he explained it. Second power was pre cognition. Sometimes it turned into full on nightmares and calling out for the person in question.

That was something that he hated, but it was helpful on the field and it was great for avoiding near death situations. Of course, at first nobody knew how to react to the news on the field, but soon they agreed that when (Y/N) said get out or don't do it, they would comply.

And he didn't use telepathy on his brothers and father. He tried not to at least, he couldn't help if he heard a snippet of their thinking process. Sometimes he was freaked out with the way they were thinking.

And sometimes it was just an empty head, no thoughts. That's something that he likes and something that freaks him out too.

Another thing that made Bruce worry is the fact that he is friends with a lot of magical people as Bruce would say. One person was Lord Morpheus, the Dream of the Endless, whatever that meant.

Bruce knew that there was nothing he could do. (Y/N) is an adult and you know, he is responsible for his own choices and actions. Dick knew that too, but he was always worried for his brother.

" Dick, will you stop pestering me? " (Y/N) asked as Alfred gave him leftovers from dinner. " Thanks Alfred. "

" No problem. I'm off, try not to burn the manor down and maybe keep the kitchen intact. " Alfred said and said goodbye afterwards. Dick and (Y/N) said their byes too.

(Y/N) ate the pasta that Alfred has made.

" I'm not pestering you. You are my younger brother and I worry about all of you. Don't drink too much. " Dick said and (Y/N) chuckled as he continued eating.

" Please. You keep forgetting I can read minds. In your mind, you think I'm going to drink beyond belief. " (Y/N) said and Dick started whining at the fact that (Y/N) read his mind.

" Hey! No mind reading! " Dick said and (Y/N) just clicked his tongue.

" That's what happens when you annoy me. " (Y/N) said, putting the Tupperware container in the sink, soaking it in warm water. Dick shook his head as he threw (Y/N) his car keys.

" Now, I want you to go out and have fun. Try not drink too much. " Dick said as he walked (Y/N) out the door. (Y/N) flipped him off and Dick cackled.

" I know you love me! "

(Y/N) gave him another bird and Dick closed the door. Damian walked in, going straight for the fridge.

" Did he leave? " Damian asked as he took a bottle of water out of the fridge. Dick noticed he was slightly sweaty.

" He did. Were you in the gym? " Dick asked and then Tim walked in looking for water too. He was slightly sweaty too.

" I see. A spar? " Dick asked and the two boys nodded.

" Who left? " Tim asked as he opened his water bottle.

" (Y/N). "

" When? " Tim asked, confused. Why did he go? Where did he go?

" Just a few seconds ago. " Dick explained.

" Where? " Tim asked. (Y/N) never really liked to go out.

" He is going out with a couple of friends. Probably to a bar. " Dick said and Tim just nodded, still confused as to why would (Y/N) go out.

" Hey, do we know where (Y/N) is? " Jason asked as he also walked into the kitchen. " I need to talk to him. "

" He went out. " Dick said and Jason has never turned around to quickly.

" No. " Jason said and Dick nodded. " The gremlin finally left his room. Who would have thought? " Jason mused to himself. Dick shook his head in amusement.

" Well, at least someone will have fun tonight. " Jason commented and Dick shook his head once more.

" Wow Jay. I have fun all the time. " Dick said and Tim snorted and Damian had to look away.

" No you don't. Liar, liar pants on fire. " Jason said and Bruce stepped in the kitchen now, looking for his coffee.

" What is going on? " Bruce asked, seeing the way they got along.

" We are talking about the fact that (Y/N) went out with his friends. " Jason said and Bruce raised his brow.

" He did? " Bruce asked, as if the world's greatest detective couldn't believe that his second oldest son was able to go out of the house out for fun and not because he had to.

" Is that really hard to believe? " Dick asked and everyone nodded. Dick just sighed quietly as he looked to the living room. He had to do a double take when he saw Black Seer, just seeing the bastard sitting on the couch.

What the fuck?

Everyone turned to look at the place where Dick looked. Everyone was frozen when they saw Black Seer. He is (Y/N)'s biggest enemy and he wanted (Y/N)'s powers for as long as Bruce could remember.

" Now, where is (Y/N)? " Black Seer asked as he stood up.

" Not here! " Jason said, reaching for a knife to throw. Black Seer tutted as his eyes turned black completely. The knife clattered down on the floor as Jason gripped his head tightly.

Everyone gripped their heads tightly, pain shooting through their heads. Bruce grunted as he felt something heavy in his mind. The others did too. Bruce felt something penetrating the defenses of his mind. He tried to fight it as his knees gave out. He held on the counter tightly as he tried to stand up, but with the headache that's the size of America that was rather difficult.

Bruce kept on grunting. Black Seer watched in amusement as the vigilante family fought the mind control. But alas, there was nothing they could do. It was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Jason didn't want to go down quietly as he grabbed the knife from the floor.

Black Seer tutted as he pushed further in Jason's mind. Jason screamed as he felt the last defenses were breached. He fell down unconscious and the others were not far behind. Damian and Bruce were fighting the most.

" Come on, let go of the control. The sooner you let go, the less painful it will be. " Black Seer prompted, watching in amusement as everyone lost control. Jason was the first to break. He stopped grunting and just looked blankly ahead. His eyes turned black and he knelt in front of Black Seer.

Damian was the next who followed. He fought long and hard, but in the end he succumbed too. He cursed in Arabic before and just stopped resisting. He knelt to in front off Black Seer, just like Jason.

Dick and Tim were the next ones. They put up a big fight, but in the end it was all the same. The two knelt down in front of Black Seer, with the signature black eyes.

Before Bruce lost control, he thought about (Y/N). When is he going to find? Will he have a vision and come and save them? Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Bruce could only hope that (Y/N) would come soon.

(Y/N) sat alone in the bar. His friends had left a few minutes earlier, but he just wanted to sip his drink a bit longer. He found this bar to be cozy and nice and the service was actually really great. And they had great burgers.

He nurtured his cup of Jack and Cola, a nice drink that he has just discovered. He is going to drink all of this and probably one more before going back home, you know, one for the road.

" Anything else I can get you? " A bartender asked, walking up to (Y/N) from the bar, wiping down the counter next to (Y/N) left.

" No, thank you. " (Y/N) said, sipping more of this drink.

" A loner night then? " The bartender asked and (Y/N) shrugged.

" Not really. I was out with friends and they had to leave. I decided to stay alone here. I said why not. " (Y/N) answered and the bartender nodded his head.

" I know that feeling. "

" Thank you... " (Y/N) said, trailing off to get a name.

" Chris. " Bartender filled in the blank with a smile. (Y/N) smiled back shyly before sipping on his drink to avoid talking. Chris took a hint and moved to the right, going to serve another guest.

Oh my God. Was there something more? Is (Y/N) reading more into this? Is he underreading into this?

(Y/N) cursed quietly as he looked up. Son of a bitch. Damn his introvert nature and his awkwardness. He took his phone from his pocket to check the time.

He sighed as it was time to go home. He finished his drink in one go and took his wallet out to pay his tab and tip. He put some cash into a tip jar and he called Chris over.

" Ready to pay? " Chris asked with a smile and (Y/N) gave him his credit card. " Yup. " (Y/N) said, saying to himself that he is going to come back to this bar.

Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to go out tonight. Just maybe. But he would never tell Dick that. He would kill himself before doing that.

Now, this would be good if he wasn't put in a trance by his vision. Black Seer?! In his manor?! (Y/N) was more alert now, waiting for Chris to come by with his card.

" Here you go. " Chris said with a smile and (Y/N) had to force a smile on his face.

" Thank you Chris. " (Y/N) said, standing up. His legs felt like jelly as he stood up.

" I hope you come back. "

" We will see. " (Y/N) said with a forced coy smile on his face. He is going to come back, that's for sure, but after he gets Black Seer out of his house and away from his family.

Like now.

He practically ran to his car, hands shakingly unlocking the car. He turned on the car, driving to the manor as fast as he could. He could only hope that he is not too late.

Oh God...

(Y/N) parked the car before slowly entering the manor. He walked to the kitchen first and seeing a knife on the floor didn't give him any hope. He walked further into the house, shocked when he saw Black Seer.

(Y/N) felt shaky when he saw his brothers and dad under mind control. But now wasn't the time for fear. He had to think quickly on his feet.

He knew what Black Seer wanted. He wanted (Y/N)'s telepathy and pre cognition. He knew it all too well. He still remembers when he saw Black Seer for the first time. He was scared, but he was stronger now.

Bruce trained him mentally and (Y/N) had many fortifications. Not to mention, (Y/N) has been trained in martial arts, just in case according to Bruce. Just in case.

" Hey asshole. " (Y/N) said as he walked closer slowly to Black Seer. He didn't want to scare him and do something to his family's minds.

" That's no way to talk to your enemy who controls the minds of your family. " Black Seer said in his silky voice and (Y/N) knew he had to breach Seer's mind in order to do this.

That is not an easy feet, considering the fact that just tapping into the mind and not reading it are two different things. He knew that he had to thread carefully now. More so when the source of his powers in the mind are very protected.

" I mean, you come into my home, threaten my family and me. Am I supposed to roll the red carpet? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head with a sarcastic smile. He started tapping into his mind, looking for a way in.

" I mean, that would be nice. It would fit the theme of the manor too. " Seer said, looking around. (Y/N) took a deep breath as he found a week spot.

Now he just had to maneuver his way through the maze and reflect the power back. It's a ballsy move, but hey, sometimes you need to have balls in order to do stuff.

" Sure. Should I serve you caviar too? " (Y/N) asked, allowing sarcasm to seep through.

He is just there. A few more moments.

" That would be nice. " Seer responded and (Y/N) saw it. He just saw the opening and he took it. It took everything in him to not start smirking.

He took a deep breath as he mirrored the power. It took everything in him, this type of reflection is really difficult to pull off. He still needs to learn how to reflect such powers and it takes a lot of mental stamina.

He sighed in relief as his family members were released from their mental shackles. Bruce was taking deep breaths and (Y/N) said that they need to call the Justice League now.

Everyone scrambled to call them and (Y/N) still waited. Once the power damper was put around his neck, (Y/N) relaxed and Bruce caught him before fell down completely.

" Good job son. " Bruce praised as he picked him up like a toddler. He saw the exhaustion in his eyes and waited for the bastard to be taken to jail.

Somewhere far away from them. In another dimension maybe.

The brothers slowly made their way to their brother in Bruce's arms. Bruce allowed (Y/N) to stand and the brothers hugged each other tightly. Bruce joined in, happy to have his sons back.

" I have to say, this was badass. " Jason said, squished in the hug.

" I have to agree Todd, it was smart. " Damian added and Tim and Dick just hummed, too tired to talk.

" Now we need to have a sleepover. " Dick said and everyone had to agree with that.

Bruce picked (Y/N) up and everyone moved to the rooms. More specifically, to (Y/N)'s room. (Y/N) was left in his room to change and that's what he did. The others came by not even 20 seconds later. They were arguing about something while (Y/N) was laying down on the center of bed.

He didn't expect Jason and Dick to jump on either side of him and he didn't expect to see Tim and Damian sulking. After some grumbling they all laid down, Dick and Jason on either sides of him.

" You know, you will never protect us again. I hope that you enjoyed it, because it will never happen again. " Damian said and (Y/N) shook his head, chuckling quietly.

" Sure, sure. "

The others agreed with Damian, even Jason.

" Now that you said it, can we just sleep? I'm tired. " (Y/N) mumbled, closing his eyes.

There were mumbles of agreement and the brothers fell asleep quickly. Bruce joined them a few minutes later. He just wanted to hold his sons for the night.

[to-the-stars8]

Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 7

Jason found Roy on his couch when he entered his apartment. The redhead was laid back watching some Friends re-run and perked up upon Jason’s entering. Almost immediately he asked how it went with you the day before, and Jason, almost excitedly, rehashed all that had happened. 

“So, where are you two going,” Roy asked as soon as his friend was done. 

Jason shrugged, flipping through a sudoku book he had picked up before throwing it onto the table. “She kind of left it open-ended. I think she wants me to decide.”

“You should take her to that play they’re putting on at the park. I think it’s, uh…some Shakespeare one, I don’t know,” Roy said, picking up the disregarded book, looking at it, and then throwing it back down. “Didn’t you say your first date with her in high school was at a play?”

“Something like that,” Jason said. 

He remembered your first date, he was a sweaty mess and stuttered from how nervous he was for half the night. You, on the other hand, seemed so relaxed. Jason had wondered if that was you just being you, or if you had accepted the date out of kindness instead of liking him. It wasn’t until the end of the night, when the two of you had snuck out to the football field, that you finally let your guard down enough to nervously ask Jason for a kiss. It was then that he realized that maybe you had internally freaked out the entire time while he did so outwardly. The two of you had knocked your teeth together when going in, awkwardly pressing your lips together since neither knew fully what to do. The memory was sweet. 

He wondered if you had the same fond memory of that night. The thought was cut short when Roy threw a pillow at him, pointing down to Jason’s phone on the table, before demanding that he text you now. 

Almost instantly, he did, and Roy was enthralled. “Honestly, I think I could be a matchmaker.”

Jason snickered, “No, for all our sakes, stick to your day job. Also, technically, Dick is the matchmaker.”

“Oh? Should we call him then?” Roy started to take out his phone. Jason could not have gotten up fast enough to snatch it from his friend’s hand. “Guess that decided that, then.” 

Jason rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on asking you about the play. As soon as the text was sent, Jason looked up to see Roy staring at him excitedly. 

“So, should we go buy condoms now or…”

“Roy,” Jason sternly said, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t mind that you're a virgin.”

“Roy!” Jason swung the pillow full force at his friend, who managed to miss it by mere inches. The redhead rolled over laughing, remarking how he shouldn't be so nervous for his first time. Maybe Dick would have been a better choice to go to for advice, Jason thought. 

Jason wondered how he would tell Dick about you—If he would in the first place. In a way, he felt that his brother needed to know. After all, it was Dick who got him thinking about you again. Not only that, it wasn’t outright planned, but they were slowly drifting closer to having the relationship they should have before he died. Jason loved it, though would not say it aloud. Things were still rough with the rest of the family, but he knew that, at the end of the day, he could rely on Dick. 

Just as he thought about calling his brother, Jason’s phone rang. Looking down, he noticed that it was your face on the screen. Before he left yesterday, you had given him your number and took a quick snapshot for a contact photo. Quickly, he answered it. 

“H-hello?” Jason’s stutter caught Roy’s attention, making the man break out into a wide grin. Silently, the redhead inched over to try and hear what you were saying, though Jason tried his best to distance himself without making it obvious. 

“Hey, I just got your text, but I’m walking right now,” You said, breathing heavily into the phone. You must have been returning home from work. “I would love to go to that play. I think it’s Much Ado About Nothing, right?”

“Oh, um, maybe—A friend recommended it,” He said quickly. Roy smirked, leaning closer, managing to miss Jason’s attempt to swat at him. 

You hummed, thinking, before going on. “How about this weekend?”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.” Jason didn’t know if he had any plans for the weekend, but he’d clear anything for you. 

“Fantastic,” You said, and he thought that was the end of the call. Just as Jason was about to say goodbye you started to talk again. “Oh, um, Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you…This might be a little forward—I’m sorry, it seems like it’s becoming a habit,” You laughed nervously. “Do you want to come over tonight for dinner? I’m making some type of pasta I saw on TV and need someone to try it.”

Roy nodded excitedly, making gestures of kissing and some other much more obscene ones that Jason turned his back to. Jason’s heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest, so he quickly said yes. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you sigh in relief before telling him the time to come over and hang up. 

“So, about those condoms.” Roy didn’t move in time and felt Jason’s hand lightly hit him on the side of the head.

[luizd3ad]

Their Light | Bucky x reader x Jason

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader X Jason Todd WC: 1,294 CW: Fluff, kinda angsty, slight talks of anxiety, no use of Y/N, Poly relationship Authors Note: I had this idea the other day and I loved it but I couldn't find anything on this. I never wrote a fic before so this is my first one so im sorry if you hate it

Summary: Just you loving Bucky and Jason

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“Buckyyyy.." Bucky couldn't help but smile a little at hearing you whine.

"Yes doll?" Bucky said, looking up at you.

"What time did Jay say he was coming home?" You asked with a slight pout. Bucky chuckled and smiled softly at your pouting and at the mention of Jason.

When Bucky came back to himself, when he could finally be done being The Winter Soldier, he felt that he was unworthy of love from anyone so he pushed the idea away. Then reluctantly became a member of The earth's mightiest heroes.

Then Bucky made a choice to leave the Avenger to leave New York for Gotham to retire and finally just be James Buchanan Barnes he didn't think that he'd fall for anyone. He wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone.

After everything he did, all the people he hurt, people he killed, the lives he forever altered he thought love would never be in the cards for a guy like him, so it wasn't in the plan to fall for anyone. Especially someone who was a vigilante.

A person who helped keep the citizens of Gotham safe. He didn't think he'd fall for someone let alone Jason, let alone The Red Hood. But he did.

He got lucky with not only finding someone as loving and caring as you but also someone like Jason.

Jason and Bucky understood one another better than he thought two people could ever understand each other. They could walk hand in hand through the darkness in a way no one ever could for either of them, they both had done things that they've grown to regret, things that made them hate themselves, that have made them feel undeserving of love from anyone, undeserving of anyone caring for them.

But then they found each other, then they found you.

You brought them out of the dark, you were a light, their light. You help remind them that there's more to them than the darkness that they carry, that they deserved light despite everything that happened, everything that they had done or whatever they went through.

"He didn't say doll. He should be back any minute, he's usually done around this time." Bucky said while grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze to try and help reassure you.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment, to lessen the anxiety and the stress you felt. You knew Jason would be home soon. You knew that. You only asked to get some kind of reassurance.

Jason had been a vigilante for years, he knew what he was doing, but accidents happen. Accidents have happened to Jason. But that was before you and Bucky.

The three of you didn't know each other before Jason died you never knew Jason as the trouble making kid that tried to steal tires off the Batmobile in Crime Alley. The kid that got taken away from Bruce, Dick and Alfred too soon. You both got there after. After Red Hood first came (or came back) to Gotham after the fighting, the pushing and pulling between The Batman and Red Hood.

You open your eyes when you hear the window in the kitchen that leads to the fire escape open. You get up from where you and Bucky were sitting in the living room to walk to the kitchen to see someone crawling through the window. That person was your other boyfriend, the infamous Jason Peter Todd. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face when you see him in the kitchen still in his gear from his patrol.

You always felt better when both of your boys were home, where you knew they were safe.

Jason takes off his helmet and looks at you with a smile as you walk up to him to wrap yourself around him. He holds you, his arms wrapped around your back while your arms are around his back, while your head goes on his chest.

"Hi sweets." Jason says softly after kissing the top of your head.

He knows how anxious you can get when he's on patrol so he always gives you a second when he gets back to help reassure you that he's really there. That he's home, he's safe. It only takes a few more seconds before you feel another large body pressed into your back, its Bucky, now you're squished between two of your favorite people.

You treasure moments like this.

While Bucky and Jason greet each other and talk, you sit there and just soak up the moment. You can hear them talk but nothing is really registering to you at the moment. After a little while Bucky pulls away and then Jason grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him.

"I'm gonna go shower, alright sweets?" Jason said with a small smile then kisses your head softly as you give a small nod and then he goes off to your shared bedroom.

"Are you okay doll?" Bucky asks after a second.

"Yeah I'm fine, just you know my anxiety can get the best of me sometimes." You say with a small shrug, bucky looks at you with a small smile and wraps his arms around you.

"It's okay I know your mind can get the best of you sometimes but he's safe and he's home okay?" you nod and just lean into bucky for a minute.

"Let's get dinner warmed up doll." Bucky says after a few minutes and you nod at him with a smile.

You and Bucky start to warm up the pasta and chicken that was made earlier. You like eating with all three of you together as much as possible so on nights when you knew Jason or Bucky wouldn't be home till kinda late you'd make dinner so that it can be warmer up later so all of you could eat together.

It was important to you to spend that time together, that was one of the things both men loved about you how you always valued the small moments.

After a few minutes of you and Bucky warming up food, laughing and talking, Jason comes out with black sweats on and towel draped over his wet hair.

He smiles at the sight of you and Bucky just laughing and smiling at each other, it's one of his favorite things to see. The two people he loves more than anything being happy and in love.

Jason walks up behind Bucky and wraps his arms around him and then smiles at you, Bucky smiles and looks over his shoulder at Jason and gives him a kiss after a few seconds they pull away and smile at each other. You can't help but let the sight warm your heart. Jason pulled away from Bucky to walk towards you and put his hands on the counter you were leaning on trapping you between the counter and him, he smiles down at you and gives you a kiss that shamelessly shakes you to your core.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you smile at him and he looks at you with those green eyes that you love so much, those eyes that make you melt in an instant.

"Dinner smells good sweets, Thanks for waiting for me, both of you." Jason says and at the end of his sentence he looks over his shoulder at Bucky while Bucky looks at you both with a smile on his face.

"We'll always wait for you Jay." You say hugging Jason while Bucky walks behind him to hug both of you sandwiching Jason in between you and Bucky.

"Always.” Bucky says without hesitation kissing Jason's head

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Fourteen: Baby's Breath

His tenth nightmare or hallucination in three days. Ra's didn't allow anyone to see Jason during that time. The first two days, all Jason did was sleep and wake up screaming, but the third day was different. Jason sat up in a panic, but there was no screaming. Ra's waited for Jason to speak, but he didn't have anything to say. Instead, Jason broke down and wept. Ra's hesitated before wrapping his arms around Jason. "It's alright-."

"I'm sorry I failed you-."

"You wouldn't have fallen had you not been ill. In fact, I'm proud of how you carried yourself despite your attraction to Saru," Ra's grinned.

Jason blushed and pulled his shirt up over his mouth. "Is it obvious?" Jason asked. Ra's shook his head.

"But you are attracted to her?" Ra's questioned. Jason sank into his pillow as he nodded. It was just Jason's luck that Ra's decided to show his more casual side as soon as Jason developed his first crush. He wasn't sure if he preferred this side of Ra's or the cold and distant one. "Jason... I've been thinking. I was going to send you on another assignment straight away, but I've decided I'll give you a choice." Ra's was sincere, and Jason felt like he was being tested.

"Would you like me to go?" Jason asked.

"It's not a test. I'm asking you what you want," Ra's replied.

Jason answered without thinking and wasn't sure he said the right thing. He didn't get a chance to ask Ra's anything further before Ra's left him alone in the room. Jason climbed out of bed and tried to follow Ra's into the hallway, but it was empty. He awakened with a start and nearly screamed as he met eyes with the Ra's he knew. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" Jason questioned. Ra's felt Jason's forehead.

"What did you dream about?" Ra's asked. Jason bowed his head.

"You want to send me away again... Don't you?" Jason mumbled. He bowed his head and hid his face in his hands. Ra's took Jason's wrists and shook his head.

"No, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Ra's whispered as he felt the healed wound on the back of Jason's head. "Restored..."

"I'm ready to do whatever you ask," Jason replied.

"Good... Go see your mother and get some rest. There'll be no training for you today or tomorrow," Ra's commanded as he helped Jason out of bed. Jason looked into Ra's' eyes hoping for approval or forgiveness for his failure. "You're an al Ghul in every sense of the name. Now go to your mother."

Jason smiled and stepped forward until he mustered the courage to embrace Ra's. "Thank you for accepting me. You have my undying loyalty," Jason swore to him. Ra's wrapped his arms around Jason, and he let go. He seemed confused by the outward display of affection, but it didn't shake him the way it would've shaken Jason had the tables been turned.

Jason ran down the hall, searching for Talia, and she grabbed him, cradling his face in her palms. "You must be starving," Talia smiled. Jason nodded and embraced her. She kissed the top of his head and led him to the kitchen. "I worried you wouldn't be on your feet this early."

"Is Damian awake?" Jason asked.

Talia nodded. "He's in the kitchen. He's eating a snack before training," Talia replied as she wove her fingers through his curls. "It's midday... I'm sure something is cooking for lunch."

Jason took her hand and followed her to the kitchen, where Damian sat at the counter eating jicama. Jason snuck up on Damian and wrapped his arms around the child. "Could I sit on your training today?" Jason requested.

"Gē! Of course," Damian replied excitedly. Jason smiled and sat next to him as he grabbed a bite of Damian's raw vegetables. Talia looked fondly upon her sons as they ate and whispered for one of the cooks to serve Jason's dinner early.

Talia told him he wouldn't be training until the week's end as he gorged himself on his meal. "You've grown," Talia noted out loud.

"I have?" Jason asked. Damian nodded.

Talia nodded. Jason beamed and pulled his hair back into a bun before returning to his meal. Damian waited patiently for Jason to eat. Once Jason finished his meal, he picked Damian up and spun him around. "Di, you ready to go?" Jason asked. Damian nodded as Jason set him down. "Are you training with Saru again?"

Damian covered his mouth, and Talia shot him a glance. "Didi," Talia warned.

"But she told me," Damian whispered loudly.

Jason's eyes widened, and he crouched down to meet his eyes with Damian's. "Didi," Jason sternly whispered, "What did she tell you? Did Saru say something about me? Because I'm willing to fight her again. I'm not afraid of her." Jason's heart raced as he considered the prospect of seeing her again.

"Do you want me to tell her you'll fight her?" Damian asked.

"In four days... Ra's won't let me fight before then," Jason replied, "Will you go tell her for me?"

Damian nodded and pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek before running off. Talia smiled and shook her head. "Can we talk later?" Talia asked. Jason nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm confused... I feel like things are different than before I left," Jason confessed as he followed her to the training room.

"Is it frightening for you?" Talia asked.

"Ra's said something kind to me," Jason replied. Talia stopped in her tracks.

"He did?" Talia questioned. She knew it wasn't in her father's nature to give a kind word without reason. It wasn't something that came easy for him.

"He said I was an al Ghul," Jason answered. She nodded.

"Never think otherwise," Talia grinned.

[batbux]

no choice but to love you pt. 9

FIRST | SECOND | THIRD | FOURTH | FIFTH | SIXTH | SEVENTH | EIGHTH

The hour that Bruce wiggled into his otherwise busy schedule seemed to fly by. He talked with Janet and Tim off and on and managed to hammer out some joint expectations for Tim’s future – private schools, not boarding schools and agreeing to let Tim continue to work with his tutors.

Personally, Bruce thought a five year old was a little young for private tutors, but Tim seemed generally positive about them and he could read and write very well for his age.

Just as Janet had predicted, Tim warmed up to Bruce after he selected a picture of a brontosaurus to color. To Janet’s surprise, he sat on the floor beside the table, uncaring of how it might ruin the lines of his suit. She didn’t partake but she did hand them both juice boxes when they took a short break to get to the really important topics, like favorite colors and favorite insects.

(Red and the Black Swallowtail, for future reference.)

(Seeing his subtle confusion over such an incredibly specific insect, especially after Tim hit him with a full infodump, Janet explained that Tim had only recently found out that New Jersey had a state butterfly. He took it to heart and repped it just as any Gothamite repped the Gotham Gaslamps. Otherwise, his favorite was the taxi cab beetle.)

It was hard not to be ridiculously charmed, Bruce found. Tim shared well, but as Bruce noted before, he was a very particular child. Polite, of course, but particular.

His crayons had to go back into the box just so, but anyone could use them as long as they didn’t break them or put them away. Tim explained that he could sharpen the crayons, so Bruce had to give them back if he wanted them sharpened. He had a system and that was understandable. Jason also had a system when it came to his books and his reading pile.

“Talia has dinner plans tonight,” Bruce mentioned as Janet gathered the coloring books back up and Tim slid the last of his crayons back into their box. He knew that he was rushing things a little bit here, but he’d honestly had fun and didn’t want this little delightful boy to leave.

If Lucius wouldn’t skin him for it, Bruce would have told his assistant to cancel the rest of his meetings for the day.

“Usually I would just throw some sandwiches together for Jason and I – Alfred has Wednesday evenings off – but maybe we can arrange something so the boys can meet,” he finished. Dick wouldn’t be visiting until the weekend, but he did speak with his first son this morning about Tim.

Bruce hadn’t appreciated the derisive laughter, but after all the safe sex talks he’d given Dick, he couldn’t really defend himself. He should have insisted on a condom although at the moment he would say otherwise.

Janet straightened, pulling the tote bag back over her shoulder. She looked surprised.

“Tonight?” she asked. “That’s pretty soon, but… Well, I guess there’s no use putting things off, I suppose. Do you have a place in mind?”

“Jason won’t go for anything fancy. There’s a diner on West 84th that he really likes. I could send you the directions?” he offered. He intentionally didn’t mention the threat of gossip rag reporters hanging around the higher end dining establishments of Gotham. He knew that this wasn’t Janet’s first rodeo, even if there was a baby on board this time.

And besides, Louie’s Diner was a great place to take kids.

“As long as they have chicken tenders or chicken nuggets,” Janet said. “Or fries. Tim isn’t usually picky, but sometimes…”

“It’ll be a lot going on for one day,” Bruce finished, correctly assuming the path of her thoughts. It was disheartening, but… “We don’t have to.”

“No, no,” she said thoughtfully, raising her arm to let Tim slide in under it. He plastered himself to her side and she looked down at him consideringly. “He’s in good spirits today. We can try for a nap at home and it’ll be fine. Will you nap for Mommy, Tim?”

Tim nodded against her hip and turned to bury his face against her. She pat his head consolingly.

“I’m not sleepy, but I’ll try,” Tim mumbled. “I want to meet Jason. And I want chicken nuggets.”

“They have chicken tenders,” Bruce said when Janet glanced at him in askance.

“Do they have honey mustard? It has to be the honey kind,” he dictated, peeking out a bit.

“I know they have mustard, but I don’t know if it’s the honey kind. Jason likes their barbecue sauce,” he offered. Tim’s face screwed up a little.

“That’ll do, I guess.”

Bruce mentally resolved to call ahead and ask. If they didn’t have honey mustard, he’d just text Janet and find out what Tim preferred and bring it himself.

Janet pursed her lips. It was a toss up whether she wanted to laugh or continue worrying. “We’ll plan on meeting tonight and I’ll let you know if anything changes, okay?”

“Sounds great,” Bruce agreed and reluctantly showed them out. Emma stopped the mother and son to ply Tim with more little candies. Feeling very normal, Bruce watched them as they departed.

[confusedshades]

Man, Bruce's got no idea what's coming towards him.

He and Dick have clashed before, but that was before. When Dick was still a teenager. He was still prone to the giving in to the emotional whirlpools that come with that particular rage that parental figures inspire. That whole react first-hit harder-scream louder-hurt more tendency where you're so focused on attacking that you forget where the lines are, you feel everything deeply and personally, the blurry arguments that escalate faster that Flash runs. Where you walk away feeling every word said, every word implied, every word unsaid, and wondering why you didn't follow through on your plan that you'd spent three weeks of sleepless nights working on.

Now?

Now, Dick is a slightly more matured and grown adult, with more experience sure but also a little more brain development (the brain cooking is an important aspect), who's figured out how to be less impulsive in his personal life, to temper his reactions against Bruce and account for how and what Bruce was probably thinking.

He's also an enraged older sibling who has lived for years regretting not being closer to Jason, learnt from Jason's death and tried being there more for Tim, and now been denied knowledge that not only is his baby brother alive somehow, but that said baby brother has been the latest Gotham Rogue who's been on a direct confrontation path with Batman. That his baby brother was attacked by their father figure, their mentor, abandoned and left for death, while their father figure took the person responsible for killing his brother back to the jail cell he'd already escaped multiple times from.

Here's how I see it playing out.

Dick waited with Jason, waiting patiently for the wound in his throat to heal, to stop bleeding everywhere - blood. so much blood everywhere, enough to coat the gauntlets and knee pads of the Nightwing costume. When The wound had mostly closed, when Jason had slipped into unconsciousness but still alive, Dick's hand along Jason's neck told him that with the erratic but still present pulse, Dick knew it would take a while for Jason to recover. Whatever the glow had been, had saved his brother and Dick would be damned before he let him out of his sight anytime soon.

It took a little levering and a lot of hauling but eventually Dick got Jason settled in an old safe house he'd maintained in Gotham that Dick was sure Bruce didn't know about. He carefully stripped the armour and underlayers, wincing and grimacing at every revealed bruise, carefully using a washcloth and antiseptic sprays where needed. The deep bruises along Jason's jaw and cheekbone had Dick needing to take a pause and deep breathe before he could ensure there no open cuts needing cleaning before applying Alfred's special bruise cream. The mottled colours coming in along the ribs and back had Dick hissing in sympathy. Once Dick was sure Jason's injuries were taken care of, he grabbed a few cold packs and placed them along Jason's ribs, and then draped the coziest blanket he could find over Jason. There was dried blood in Jason's hair but he'd need more than a wet washcloth and a basin of water to take care of it.

Then he called Alfred to figure out what Bruce had said at home. What he heard didn't make matters any better. He asked if Alfred would mind coming alone to hear the whole truth. Because it was obvious that Bruce hadn't been doing well with anything.

Alfred came over an hour later, heard Dick's theories out, checked over the injuries that Dick had patched for Jason. He promised to sit with Jason while Dick went over to talk to Bruce.

Bruce who had claimed that Jason had disappeared in the explosion. Who claimed that Jason had given him an impossible choice and Batman had found an alternative. Who somehow, instead of accepting the miracle of Jason's resurrection was happier living with the ideal of Robin's sacrifice and the story he'd built for the empty suit in the glass case of the Batcave.

So Dick, still covered in the now dried blood of Jason went to confront Bruce.

Batman and the Joker were already gone when Dick made it to the scene.

So was the Red Hood, it seemed.

Dick stood there for a moment, just watching the still smoldering rubble. He wasn't even sure why he was here in the first place. Batman was already out, and the Joker was with him.

The Red Hood was nowhere to be seen.

He should just go home. Go home, and not say anything about coming here. It wouldn't have done any good for anyone, anyway, after all. He could hear it in Bruce's voice, then in Alfred's.

A moment passed. Dick was still there.

There had been something. Something so familiar about the Red Hood. Something that made Dick feel strangely hopeful the more he thought about it, and he didn't know why.

There was just something.

He made his way down. He stepped around the bigger flames and into the scorching rubble. He didn't know what he was looking for. The Red Hood was gone already. He would be, if both Batman and the Joker were. That much Dick had understood about what he had been able to hear.

Still, it was like something was calling for him. Something, somewhere.

Dick wandered through the rubble and the smoke rising from it. He had been trained to listen to his instincts, after all, and this was him listening to them, he told himself, over and over again. He was doing what he knew the best.

It was the only way he could explain the feeling.

There was something in the rubble.

His eyes took a moment to recognise that what he was seeing was different from all the surrounding stone and metal. It was decidedly not made from either of those, and once his brain caught onto that fact, he zeroed in on it completely.

It was a leg, sticking out from beneath the rubble.

Dick had ran over and started to lift the rubble off of the leg before his brain caught up with him again. It was a leg dressed in torn, dark fabric, with a heavy boot on the feet. Another one became visible as Dick got some of the rubble off.

Then became visible part of the torso, dressed in torn and burnt combat shirt, and it was then Dick knew who exactly he was diggin out.

Or at least he thought he knew.

He would remain oblivious to the real truth for a moment longer.

Dick grabbed the next piece of debris, his fingers digging to what had once been either a part of a wall or a floor, with shattered tile still somehow clinging to it, and he dragged it off of the Red Hood, uncovering more of his body.

That was when he noticed the blood.

There was a lot of it. It didn't come as a surprise, exactly, with the amount of heavy wreckage that was on top of the guy. It would've been a miracle if nothing had hit him hard enough to cause some real damage.

It was a little surprising that Dick couldn't see the source of the blood yet. Was there really only one, single wound, despite all of the chances to get them all over instead?

He would worry about it in just a moment. First, he needed to see what was actually going on.

He pushed and pulled the pieces of the building away from the Red Hood, uncovering him bit by bit, discovering more of his blood in the process.

Then the last piece was pulled away.

With it, Dick found himself staring down at the face of Jason Todd.

Dick's world stopped for a one, single, long second.

Then it started all over again.

"Jason", Dick gasped, because he needed to breathe and speak at the same time to get his voice to work. "Jason."

Jason laid there, in the middle of smoke and rubble, his eyes closed and blood all over him.

He was taller than Dick remembered. He was bigger, too. Of course he was. Dick had seen the Red Hood. He knew who he was dealing with.

Jason was taller, bigger, older.

Jason was the Red Hood.

Jason was Dick's little brother.

Dick's little brother laid there, in the middle of smoke and rubble, his eyes closed and blood all over him.

There was so much blood.

"Jason." Dick wanted to scream. He didn't. If he did, then he would break the dream he was in. "Jason."

His fingers latched around Jason's wrist. Even through his suit, he could feel the warmth of his skin. He could've been warm because of all the fire that had been burning around him. Dick chose to believe otherwise.

He had been given a miracle. A miracle that was slightly twisted, but a miracle nevertheless.

He didn't want to believe that the world would be so cruel to give it to him and then take it away before he got to even have it.

He held onto Jason tight.

"Jason." His other hand craddled the side of Jason's face. The side with less blood on it. He still looked so much like he had before, despite all of the changes Dick could see. It had only been a few years, after all. Three? Four? Not too many. Entirely too many.

It was still Jason.

"Jason."

Jason opened his eyes.

He didn't look like he really saw Dick there, even though he was right in front of him. At first, he just stared somewhere past Dick, his eyes clouded over.

"Jason", Dick called.

At his voice, Jason's eyes moved ever so slightly more to Dick's direction. He still didn't look like he was really seeing him, but he was awake and moving at least somewhat. It was more than enough for Dick.

"Hold on", Dick told him. "You're going to be just fine."

There was blood on Jason's neck. It had spread from there and splattered onto his face and hair as crimson speckles. He had been bleeding quite some time.

Dick had no idea how he was still alive.

He wasn't complaining.

He needed to see a bit better, so he would know what he was dealing with, exactly. Reluctantly he let go off Jason's hand to wipe away some of the blood on his neck, to expose the wound more clearly to his eyes.

The skin beneath the blood was scorching through the fabric of Dick's suit.

Dick didn't pull his hand away. He continued to wipe away the blood, drenching his own hand in the process.

Beneath the red, there was a golden glow.

He got the edge of the wound visible. The flesh was still cut open on the surface there, but everything beneath it, the blood and the muscle were basking in golden light coming from the inside, slowly but surely knitting the flesh whole again, like thousands of needless with heavenly string in them were stitching Jason back together.

Dick had seen stranger things before.

One of them being his little brother back from the dead right in front of him.

He could take a little golden glow and the body healing on its own if the meant that his little brother stayed back from the dead.

"It's okay", Dick told Jason. "You're going to be okay."

He wiped away the blood from the edge upwards, all the way to the other side of Jason's neck. The cut was long and still deep in the middle, where the flesh had not yet healed itself as well, and Dick had the odd sense of familiarity come over him the longer he looked at it.

This time, though, there was no hopefulness accompanying the feeling.

This time, there was only the growing sense of despair.

Dick had seen a batarang being thrown enough times to know what a cut left behind by the edge of ones blade looked like.

Jason was not wearing his helmet. He was laying there, in the middle of smoke and rubble, blood all around him.

Batman and the Joker were both gone.

Dick's suit was covered in Jason's blood. He tore his eyes away from the wound, that damning wound, and looked back into Jason's eyes. They were still open, still looking at Dick, even if the slightly faraway look was still present in them.

It was enough.

"You're going to be okay", Dick told him.

Jason didn't say anything. Only one, singular tear gathered into the corner of his eye, dropping down to his cheek, washing away the drops of blood on its way.

He didn't resist when Dick gathered him into his arms.

"You're going to be okay", Dick told him. He pressed his face onto Jason's shoulder. He could feel the blood sticking to his skin, warm and damning. "You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

Dick had been given a miracle, and he held onto it tight.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 4

The continuation of part 3 the mission completed the city’s are safe from Killer crock and Penguin. Clark and Dick go home to their lives Clark get’s a phone calls and text’s. from all sorts. 

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Clark

I knew boomed everything my mind was going full on circuit and I malfunction I haven’t worked with Dick in long while but that was excuse.

And that’s what totally derailed me at that moment I never got that way ever that was very dangerous what I did wasted everyone time and lives were at stake.

As I sat in the kitchen well after midnight on a Sunday.

 I avoided Batman not wanting to hear how bad I failed at this mission letting people suffer as I think about Dick.

My cell phone didn’t stop ringing calls from Diana Bruce kept filling up my voice mail.

When I got a strange text I looked at the caller ID it was a private number.

{Hey big blue it’s Hood lol I’am hearing some crazy shit coming from Bats that shit was funny as hell. smoke and fumes came out of the bats ear just letting you know no one suspects anything from both of you.}

Red hood

I read it I didn’t want to him answer him back I didn’t know what to do so I let him go, I had nothing to say on my behalf how could I explain myself to anyone at least it was Jason and as far as I know he won’t say anything.

As Superman I felt like I didn’t want to explain myself as Clark I can’t say anything and as Kal-el l would betray all if I opened my mouth best kept him silence.

My phone buzzed again and it was Dick this time.

I walked to the balcony closed the screen door behind me and answer him.

“Hello” I gulped a little not sure how to explain to Dick on what I just did to the mission.

“Hey Clark are you ok ?”

“Yes I’m great Dick I know what I did was not the best choice at that moment, But it was the choice I made a very poor choice but still my choice.” I said looking at the sky it was frosty and cold and dark night sky. I was the only one on the balcony out here plus I was only wearing a t-shirt everyone was recovering from the flood no one would notice me.

I hope he didn’t ask me to talk about what just happened.

“Diana knew you we’re lying her lasso wasn’t even on you and it still picked up your lie, You said you just wanted to see me be near me but not when we are occupied Clark.” Dick said I’ve all way enjoyed listening to his voice it was interesting to me a combination of man and boy all in one it was cute. 

But he wouldn’t to hear that from me right now. “I’ did lie to Diana I banded the rules to cover a sin.” I said it came out of my mouth I didn’t have time to correct but it was to late.

“Oh.”

“Yes oh Dick that’s how I felt about you all along it’s hard not telling any of this not knowing if you had anything for me. So if Diana picked up my deceiving ways on why I lied then fine no one get’s hurt as long as she do’s not know the truth about us.” I said sitting on a small chair was frozen in place.

“.. Bruce is cursing you out he won’t forget this ever he quoted (Is he chasing some tail) and quote when he said that I wonder what he was thinking I know he do’s not know about us but Bruce is his own mystery on his own if we keep screwing up he will very well find out about us.” Dick says I knew he was right I didn’t want that.

“We could meet up sometime soon.”

“Ok why don’t we meet at the cafe when we first met.”

“Not that place Dick.”

“Where then ?”

“I was think a place where people aren’t around more private.”

“.....” Silence was thick in the air as I put that out there for him to process.

“If you come here Barbra comes here from time to time some of her stuff is here and I think your place is out of the question are you asking to go to some motel.” Oh god it sounded so crass it was not what I wanted it to be like that.

“It’s not what I was talking about we could go anywhere around the world  I’ll take you it could be my Valentine gift.” I said not wanting to sound so dirty.

“Actually a motel sounds nice like you said I could go anywhere we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to but it sounds good to me.” Dick said this conversation went from I hope I didn’t need to explain myself to do you want to make plans to meet up.

“If that’s what you want then that’s what you get.” 

“Which motel Metropolis or Bludhaven.”

End of part 4 next is part five 

Thank you for reading !

[brianwashere]

How do you feel about a bat family x male reader in which the reader (adopted or biologically Bruce’s, up to you) figures out for himself that he is trans and struggles with telling the family

*laughs maniacally* how do I feel? How do I FEEL???

I was very excited omg :333

I wrote this at 1:00 am so I’m so sorry if it’s not as good as my usual stuff

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC Comics**

Pairing: batfam x trans!brother!reader

Genre: slight hurt/comfort? There’s a happy ending

Summary: look at req

Tw: unintentional use of deadname, slight mention of skin picking

The Hardest Answer

You’d figured out you were trans a few months ago.

You didn’t wanna believe it at first. You didn’t wanna think about what being trans meant for you. For your family.

Eventually though, it became too much to bear. Weighing down on your chest and slowly suffocating you. You soon came to the horrifying realization you’d need to tell your family.

You knew at least three of your brothers wouldn’t have a problem with it. Hell, Tim had a boyfriend. But what about Damian and your dad?

Damian was obsessed with living up to the Wayne name, no matter how much he pretended he didn’t, and your father, he was always in the spotlight. Always pressured to be perfect, and by extension you were too.

The media was feral when they found out there was another biological child of The Prince of Gotham.

It was the Wayne’s monthly family dinner. It was awful, everyone kept calling you by that awful name. That name that just wasn’t you. It filled your ears and you had no choice but to respond to it.

“Hey ________ can you pass the salt?”

Or

“________ what do you think about doing our hair together tonight?”

You couldn’t handle it. So many people and none of them knew who you really were. You kept your eyes low and messed around with the various foods on your plate.

Tim was sitting next to you and seemed to catch onto you just picking at the food on your plate and not interacting with the people at the table.

“You good, _____?” He whispered to you.

You clenched your jaw and shrugged, forcing yourself not to scream about how you weren’t whoever the hell he thought he was talking to. How you weren’t a girl.

By now Damian’s attention has been caught and he was eyeing you up and down as well.

“_______, seriously if there’s anything you need to talk about I’m—“ Tim started.

“It’s nothing.” You deadpanned harshly.

Dick nudged Jason and they also looked at you with concern.

“If there’s something you’re not telling us, ______ you should really—“

Something in you snapped. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Oh my god! I’m not fucking _______! That’s not my name that’s not who I am!” You screamed.

You abruptly stood up and stomped off to your room. Leaving your family, their minds reeling and processing what you had said.

You slammed the door and locked it. You fell against the door and slid down burying your head in your knees. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a gross sob.

You heard conversation downstairs but didn’t bother to listen. This was it. They were gunna kick you out or send you to conversion camp, or completely ignore it and act like everything was fine.

You heard steady unhurried footsteps echoing off the walls and approaching your room. You kept yourself quiet when they stopped in front of your door.

Two gentle knocks. Alfred. You stayed silent, picking at the carpet

“If there is something bothering you this badly I strongly suggest you talk about it.” He stated.

You noticed how he didn’t address you directly. You were grateful for such a small consideration.

“Did Master Tim say something to offend you?” He asked politely.

You sniffled, wiping your tear-stained cheeks and snotty nose. You slowly picked yourself up from the floor and unlocked the door, cracking it only enough to see Alfred.

“It wasn’t Tim.” You mumbled, looking at Alfred’s shoes.

“Mmm. I see. Something else then? Something deeper, maybe?” Alfred tried.

He caught on. He knew. You knew he knew. He’s observant like that. You pursed your lips, you felt tears full your eyes again but forced them down. You nodded.

“Well Young Master Wayne, how would you like to be referred to?”

You smiled and told him.

“An excellent name.” He complimented, a twinkle in his eye.

“Are…are you gunna tell the others?” You nervously asked.

“It is not my place. But if I were to give you advice, I would suggest you do tell them. They’re all quite worried, you know.” He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“They’ll accept you.” He reassured.

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

You walked downstairs and pushed the large doors to the living room open; Alfred had gathered them all there.

Damian was on the floor, petting Titus. Tim was sitting in a small armchair, legs dangling off of one of the arms. Jason was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table. And Dick was sitting crisscrossed on the other couch. Bruce was in a large armchair watching you with knit eyebrows.

You gulped and stepped to where all of the could see you.

Picking your cuticles and watching the floor, you cleared your throat.

“I’m—“ your voice cracked. “I’m sorry for lashing out at dinner but there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while now.”

Everyone watched with anticipation. You took a deep breath.

“I’m trans. I use he/him pronouns. I am not a girl.” You say strongly.

There’s no response. You get nervous, your eyes start to water.

This was all a big mistake you should have never—

Arms were around you. You looked up to see your Jason hugging you. You sobbed into his chest.

“Hey hey, you don’t need to cry. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He assured and pat your back.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked.

You told him and he smiled.

“That’s a damn good name.” He responded.

The rest of your family caught up quickly. Tim and Dick hugging you and apologizing profusely as well.

Damian walked up to you. You looked down on him. He had his arms crossed.

“I guess one more brother couldn’t do any harm.” He said passively.

You pulled him into a hug as well; he was confused at first but then hugged you back.

Then your father approached you. You held your breath. He embraced you then pulled back to smile at you.

“You make me so proud, son.” He remarked.

You grinned and hugged him again.

Yeah, you were gunna be just fine.

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Late Night Check In

Pairing: Platonic Dick Grayson and Jason Todd with an appearance from Bruce

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons

Word Count: 2096

A/N: Here’s my first platonic batfam fic! I’m using Dick and Jason because they’re the characters I know best, but I’ll hopefully be able to start adding more characters the more of these I write. This doesn’t have anything to do with Titans, I just couldn’t find a better gif! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Ko-Fi

Masterlist

If there was one thing Dick Grayson hated more than anything, it was fear toxin. Nothing could prepare you for seeing your nightmares so clearly and the way it lingered afterwards was one of the worst feelings. This time Dick had managed to weather two nightmare before he felt the need to check on his family members.

Bruce, Alfred, Damian, Tim and Cass were all fast asleep in their bedrooms, none of them even stirring as he poked his head in to check. A quick call to Babs confirmed that she was okay and Steph was sleeping soundly at the clocktower, even if Babs did threaten to dye his suit bright pink if he called her that early again.

But it was worth it to know all his family members were safe. All of them apart from Jason.

Dick was mildly ashamed to admit that he knew Jason’s favoured safehouse because he’d followed his no-longer-so-little brother home at the end of patrol on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t like Jason had given him any other choice and he knew he wasn’t the only Bat to do so. He knew Jason was likely to have a better reaction to Dick knowing where he lived rather than Bruce.

So, Dick dressed in dark clothes and took one of the older bikes from the garage to make his way across the city to the end of crime alley. He stopped two blocks away from Jason’s building to reduce the chance of being spotted by any cameras that would alert Babs or Jason to what he was doing. He wasn’t planning on staying too long, he only needed to set eyes on Jason to make sure he was okay, but he still stashed his bike behind a dumpster and made sure it was hidden behind a pile of trash bags. Crime alley might have improved slightly since Bruce caught Jason trying to jack the tires off the Batmobile, but Dick wasn’t in a hurry to end up in a similar position.

He made sure no one was watching before he jumped up onto the dumpster and pulled himself up onto the fire escape. He tried to be as quiet as possible on the rusted metal as he climbed up onto the roof. From there it was no issue at all to jump across the roofs to Jason’s building.

It occurred to him halfway there that he had no idea what he was going to do if Jason had decided to crash in one of his other safe houses for the night. He supposed he could just check them all, but he really didn’t want it to come to that.

He was as quiet as possible again as he descended on the fire escape to Jason’s floor. But he didn’t need to be because as soon as he hit the bottom step of Jason’s floor, the window slid up and the man in question slid out onto the landing.

Blue-green eyes immediately locked onto Dick and Jason’s hand jerked down to what Dick assumed was a hidden weapon, only aborting as Jason recognised him.

“What the fuck, Dick?”

Dick honestly didn’t know how to respond.

Jason huffed and lit a cigarette before leaning against the railing directly across from the stairs. He looked annoyed and Dick would have believed it if he didn’t see the slightest shake in Jason’s hand as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

“You got hit.” Dick stated, finally stepping down onto the landing outside the window and checking Jason over in the light streaming through. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

Jason shrugged and took another drag. “I’m fine.”

“We have a protocol, Jaybird.” Dick said, flittering nervously; his body needing to move, to make sure his brother was okay, but being unable to touch Jason in case he bolted.

“There was a crack in my helmet. I barely breathed any in, definitely not enough for an antidote. I just feel jittery.” Jason narrowed his eyes at Dick’s movement. “Apparently exactly like you. Please tell me you don’t still feel the need to compulsively check each family member after getting dosed?”

Dick shrugged and buried his hands in his hoodie pocket. If anything his anxiety surrounding family had only got worse after Jason’s death because not only was he not there when his little brother needed him, coming back to a voicemail where Jason practically begged for his help, but no one told him his brother was dead for a month.

Jason sighed and stubbed out his cigarette on the wall before dropping the butt into a glass he kept for that purpose on his window ledge. “You hungry? I made cookies.”

“The peanut butter ones?” Dick asked hopefully. It had been one of the only recipes Jason could remember making with his mom because it had like four ingredients and took minimal effort. They’d made them together the first time Jason showed up at his front door after a fight with Bruce.

“Of course.” Jason scoffed and climbed back through his window.

Dick hesitated before following him and closing the window once he was through. One glance around the room confirmed that this was Jason’s favoured safehouse; the bookshelf in the corner was almost overflowing, there was a large, fluffy blanket draped over the back of the sofa, and there were a few framed photos dotted around. The photo on the side table drew his eye and he picked it up, finding the faces of the original titans staring back at him. Him and Jason were in the middle, his arm around the younger boy as he beamed at the camera and Jason gave a nervous smile. He’d spent the whole weekend practically glued to Dick’s side, still feeling out of place outside of Gotham.

(Dick told himself the tears in his eyes were an after effect of the fear toxin.)

He took a deep breath to centre himself and put the photo back before walking into the kitchen to find Jason using a spatula to transfer the cookies to a plate. Dick went to grab one and Jason smacked his hand away, muttering about letting them cool and Dick relented, watching Jason tidy the kitchen with a small smile on his face.

“So, everyone else get out unscathed?” Jason asked, shooting Dick a look out of the corner of his eye.

Dick nodded. “Everyone’s fine, sleeping soundly.”

“That’s good.” Jason said, finishing up before grabbing the plate of cookies and walking back into his living room.

Dick followed him and took the unspoken invitation to drop down next to Jason on the sofa. Jason put the cookies on the coffee table and started chewing on one as he started flicking through TV channels. Dick curled his legs up beneath him as he reached out and grabbed a cookie. They were just as good as he remembered and he wondered if he’d be able to convince Jason to start hanging out more if he reminded him what a terrible cook he was and asked for lessons.

Jason settled on a random cooking show, clearly avoiding anything with a laugh track. Dick buried further back into the sofa, content now he knew everyone was okay and he wasn’t alone. Jason pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and wordlessly offered Dick half. Dick gladly swaddled himself as much as he could without ripping it away from Jason, and they both settled down to watch a woman show them how to joint a whole chicken.

***

“You know, at least Dickhead waited to be invited in.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted-”

“To ruin my morning and make me burn another safehouse.”

“No, Jason-”

“I mean, you couldn’t have at least knocked before picking my lock?”

Dick groaned as the argument pulled him out of the best sleep he’d had in weeks. “’m trying to sleep.”

“This is your fault.” Jason said viciously to who Dick was assuming was Bruce.

Bruce sighed deeply, something he seemed to do every time he was around Jason these days. Dick finally forced his eyes open to see his adopted dad standing in front of Jason’s TV, which was still playing cooking shows, wearing non-descript dark clothes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dick it turned out had managed to fall asleep on a cushion in Jason’s lap, and he tried to push down the emotion threatening to swell in his chest. Instead, he turned onto his back and looked up at his brother. Jason looked more well rested than he had the night before as well, so Dick took that as a win. But he also looked extremely pissed about the fact that Bruce had apparently barged in without an invite.

“What’re you doing here?” He turned his attention back to Bruce. Jason snorted and shot Bruce a pointed look that clearly said, see he agrees with me.

“I- Well-” Bruce sighed again. “Every time you’ve been hit with fear toxin, you’ve always checked on each member of the family at least three times throughout the night. You only checked in once last night and then you were missing when we all got up.”

“So you decided to break into Jason’s apartment?” Dick asked, sitting up and cracking both of his shoulders before looking back at Bruce.

“I tried calling, you didn’t answer. So I called Babs and she said you’d checked in just after three AM but she hadn’t heard from you since. She tracked you here.” Bruce explained.

“Still doesn’t explain why you completely bypassed knocking on my door to breaking and entering.” Jason said, and for the first time Dick noticed the gun resting on the sofa on the other side of Jason.

Bruce ran a hand over his face. “I don’t have a good answer for you.”

Jason rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa. “Right. Well, now we’ve established everyone is still alive,” Jason definitely missed the way both Dick and Bruce winced. “you can both leave me be so I can find somewhere else to live.”

Dick wasn’t ashamed of the look he sent Bruce because Jason had been opening up to him, he’d let him spend the night and hadn’t shoved him off when Dick had apparently decided to use him as a pillow. But now he was going to run again, and he was going to be even more guarded with his safe houses, and Dick didn’t want to lose the ground he’d managed to gain.

Bruce frowned and glanced between the two of them. “Jason, you don’t have to move. I won’t put this in the system, it will stay between me, Dick and Babs, the others won’t know. And I promise they’ll be no more unannounced visits.”

Jason froze halfway between the sofa and the kitchen and turned to look at Bruce like he was expecting the man to have grown two heads.

“I promise. This-this is clearly not just a safe house and you shouldn’t have to sacrifice that because of me.” Bruce said, more sincere than Dick had heard him sound in a long time.

Jason seemed to weigh the options. “Fine, still doesn’t mean I want you in my living room.”

Bruce nodded with a small smile before turning to Dick. “You coming home?”

“I’ll follow you in a bit, my bikes not far from here.” Dick stood and stretched out his sore muscles. Bruce nodded and looked at Jason again, who pointedly avoided his eyes, before turning and leaving out the front door. He turned back to Jason. “You okay?”

“You mean other than the fact that I nearly shot him when he came in through the door?” Jason snorted and continued into the kitchen.

Dick followed him, well aware that he needed to be careful with what he said next so Jason wouldn’t redirect his anger. “You know, Alfred still makes a full English after we have a run in with Scarecrow.”

Jason hummed as he pulled two mugs and tea bags out of his cupboards.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind fixing an extra plate. And if you didn’t want to see Bruce, I’m pretty sure Alfred would make him eat in his study if it meant being able to see you.” Dick tried.

Jason sighed. “If I come with you, will you leave me alone after?”

Dick couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I’ll leave you alone for a week, but no promises after that.”

“Fine.”

Dick took the win and couldn’t help but hope things were starting to get better between them all.

[disillusioneddanny]

Danny landed in the middle of the Batcave and looked around curiously. Clockwork had been rather insistent that he appear here. That it was important for the bats to meet the adult version of him despite the fact that his mothers had raised him from the time he was three until now at twenty-five. His mothers were amazing, strong, powerful, and loving. They had accepted him in ways his biological mother had never done. 

He didn’t have much choice when Clockwork had de-aged him after the reveal gone wrong. But he knew why the ghost of time did it. It had been far too much for a fifteen-year-old to handle at the time. If he got a second chance at life, with a family who would love him and help him hone his powers. If he was given a loving and comforting family, apparently it would be the thing to keep him from becoming a monster like Pariah Dark. 

And honestly? Clockwork was right. Upon Danny’s twentieth birthday, he slowly started to get his memories back of the life he had left behind. Of the fifteen years of neglect that he had suffered under the parentage of Jack and Maddie Fenton. 

The life with his moms, his uncles, and his grandfather had been far better than his original life. He would never stop being thankful for Clockwork. So going back in time to meet a younger version of his family and give them a warning seemed like an overall good idea, on the surface level at least. 

Clockwork had said it would be simple, and easy to hop in and warn them that if they didn’t do a certain thing, the future would be ruined forever. But this was Danny’s family they were talking about. They were going to absolutely lose their shit the moment they saw him and they were going to overanalyze the fuck out of the warning from Clockwork.

He fell onto the couch he remembered from his childhood and crossed a leg over his knee as he tapped his fingers along the back of the couch. Any minute now his grandfather would get an alert that an unknown was in the Batcave. 

He watched as just a few moments later the metal elevator doors slowly opened and out walked a younger Bruce Wayne. Danny couldn’t help but smile to see his papa this way. The grandfather he knew was well into his sixties now and had been forced into retirement by Danny’s moms and uncles. 

Upon his retirement, he ended up becoming Danny’s main babysitter for when his moms were working or on a mission. 

Bruce turned to find the young man sitting on the couch with a small smile on his face. “And who might you be?” He demanded. 

Danny tilted his head to the side as he tried to think of an answer to the question. “A Wayne, I suppose. Not quite yet but soon, at least,” he said, already knowing how this would play out. Bruce pressed the button in his pocket and not even two minutes later the rest of the bats and birds descended on the Batcave in a flurry. 

Danny just smiled. It was nice to see them like this again. He looked over his uncles for just a moment, smiling at each of them before his eyes fell on his mothers. 

Black Bat had her head tilted, and her eyes were narrowed, yet she wasn’t in a defensive stance quite yet. Spoiler stood beside her, her hands in fists as he gave Danny a scrutinizing look, her feet spread apart, ready for a fight. But her shoulders stayed slumped, showing her openness to the situation at hand. 

“A Wayne?” Bruce asked and Danny grinned. He could see it now, the way Bruce took in Danny’s blue eyes and black hair, and knew that he looked like adoption bait. 

His Ma had joked about it constantly, saying that his mom had managed to get Grandpa Bruce’s adoption gene through osmosis. 

“I am,” Danny said and stood up, walking towards Bruce, and gave him a wide smile. “It’s nice to see you again, Grandpa. I’d uh call you Papa but Uncle Jason still teases me for calling you that when I was a kid,” he said with a chagrined smile.

He saw Jason stiffen in the corner of his eye. 

“Who?” Dick rasped out moving to stand near Bruce. 

“When?” Tim croaked. 

Which, those were both valid questions. Uncle Tim was still only nineteen years old, Uncle Jason was twenty-two and really none of them were old enough to be Danny’s father. 

“In the future, you haven’t found me yet. That’s uh, that’s actually why I’m here,” he said before his eyes slid over to Cass and Steph, his Mom and Ma respectively. “When you go on that mission to Illinois, check the garbage can. It’s not a raccoon. And don’t go into the house, just check the garbage can, take what you find with you, and leave. Don’t engage,” he said softly. 

His ma stepped towards him, her eyes soft, her fists now unclenched. “What we find, is it important?” She asked softly. 

Danny gave her a soft smile, his stance immediately shifting, knowing that his mom would know immediately what it meant despite the fact that their mission to Illinois is still three months away and she never knew she would have someone's stances to memorize. “It changes my life, Ma,” he said quietly. 

He watched as his mom grabbed his ma’s hand, clutching the blond woman’s hand tight within her own, using it as a grounding tool, trying her best to steady herself. She did the same when Danny was a kid when he was having panic attacks and trying desperately to remind himself that he was real. He was tangible. There had been a time when his intangibility acted up and each time he scared himself, scared that he would never be able to be tangible again. His mom would just hold her hand out, palm up, and wait patiently for Danny to take it, to hold onto her like a lifeline as his density changed. 

“Are we good?” Cass choked out. Danny grinned. He remembered hearing them talk about this, how neither of them had that great examples of parents, which honestly they really couldn’t be called parents, they were worse than the Fentons.

“You’re the best moms a kid could have,” he said softly. 

“Wait!” Dick exclaimed, stepping forward. “Cass and Steph are your moms, together?”

Danny watched as his uncles and grandpa all gave his Uncle Dick an incredulous look. Danny just chuckled and shook his head. “I got to be a part of the proposal. And no I’m telling you who popped the question I’ll get in trouble.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at the man, his sword still out and ready. “And how do we know that what you are saying is the truth?” 

“You become Batman when Grandpa retires in ten years. When you do, you train me to be your Robin,” Danny said, his eyes shining with excitement. “You were the one who trained me. Along with my moms of course. But I was your Robin.”

Damian’s face softened at that, his sword lowered. “I become Batman? Not Richard, or Todd, or Drake?”

Danny shook his head. “I can’t tell you what they did but just know you became Batman and in my future you still are. There’s currently not a Robin at the moment.”

“Are you still a vigilante?” Tim asked curiously and Danny nodded. 

“I go by Magpie these days,” Danny said, sucking lightly on his teeth. “But Uncle Dami is still Batman, Dick’s Nightwing but Aunt Babs is trying to get you to retire but you’re being stubborn. Uncle Tim is the leader of the Justice League, Uncle Duke runs most of Grandpa’s charities now and he’s still Signal when he has time. Uncle Jason is married to Uncle Roy and Aunt Kori and they’ve got a bunch of annoying kids,” Danny said with a roll of his eyes and ignored the scoff that came from Jason. “Uncle Dick keeps calling him Bruce Junior because they keep taking in kids.”

Jason choked slightly only for Tim to grin and slap him on the back harshly. Danny snickered before he looked back at his parents and smiled. 

“Your future is really bright, and you two are amazing moms.” He froze for a moment, as he tilted his head to the side, trying to decide if it would do any help if he told them now as an adult. He didn’t think it would do any harm, maybe it would do some good for them. When they realized that Danny was a halfa, that he was partially dead and could turn into a ghost, they blamed themselves. They thought that they were too late to save Danny, that if they had gotten there a few days earlier it wouldn’t have happened, that their son wouldn’t have been dead. They dealt with that guilt for years until Danny got his memories back. 

“You’re going to learn something about me,” he said slowly, looking his moms in the eyes. “And I need you both to understand that it was not your fault. You got there at the time you were supposed to. What happened to me, it was unavoidable and when I start getting nightmares about what happened and tell you about them, don’t blame yourselves. You saved me, always remember that,” he said softly before he walked forward and pulled both young women in his arms for a tight hug. They were still so young, only nineteen and twenty, and their lives were going to be turned on their heads in just a few months. 

“Can we know your name?” Steph choked out, looking up at the young man, her eyes watered slightly. 

Danny smiled softly. “Daniel Alfred Brown-Wayne,” he said softly. “You guys tried to mesh it to be Brown-Cain-Wayne but Uncle Tim said it was too much of a mouthful and I’m glad he said that because my name is too long as it is. But you all just call me Danny.”

He crinkled his nose and looked over his shoulder at Damian. “Well, except for Uncle Dami. He still calls me Little Bird. But he gets a pass since he’s my favorite uncle,” he said with a soft chuckle. He looked back at his moms and gave them a soft smile. 

“What about us?” Cass asked, looking up at her son, her son. “Our future?”

Danny pursed his lips and pulled away from his moms. “Hm, Ma becomes Batwoman and she becomes a badass nurse. Mom stays as the Black Bat and you’re a duo together. You open up a dance studio and I’m your least favorite student. I give both of you a lot of gray hairs and stress you out a lot. But we have a lot of fun, I remember one time I asked why you wouldn’t give me a sibling and Ma said I was like ten kids combined into one,” he said and let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he did. “But when I was little, I called Cass Mommy and Steph Mama, now it’s just shortened to Mom and Ma.”

Danny looked at his moms, the tears that rolled down their cheeks, and sobered up. “You’re amazing parents, you’re going to doubt it a lot. But you’re absolutely wonderful parents and I’m so lucky I got to have the two of you as my moms.” He smiled, feeling his eyes burn. “I can’t wait to talk to you guys about this in my time, I already know you’re going to give me so much shit,” he said with a laugh. 

Wordlessly, he hugged his moms tight one more time before he waved at his uncles and grandfather, and without much fanfare, he disappeared before them. 

Steph wiped her eyes and gave Cass a startled laugh. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, launching herself into her arms and hugging her tight. 

Elsewhere, Danny walked through the doors of his moms’ house and shoved his hands in his pockets as he found the two sitting on a couch talking quietly to one another. 

“Should I have dropped more bombshells, or was that enough?” He asked conversationally, falling onto the couch, and squeezing himself between the two women. 

His ma let out a cackle and smacked his leg. “I’ve been wondering when it would happen. It feels like just yesterday you blew our minds,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. 

“I think it was just enough,” Cass said softly, cupping Danny’s face in her hand and giving him a look of absolute pride that had him nearly melting in a puddle. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have these two as his moms. 

....

Cass leaned against the wall as she listened to the distress call that the Justice League had gotten. It had just so happened that she and Steph were on the Watchtower with Bruce when it came through. But the moment it came through, her heart was nearly beating out of her chest in panic. Because this was it. 

“This is Tucker Foley from Amity Park, Illinois. We need help. They-they took Danny, they took our best friend and they’re torturing him. We’ve called everyone and no one will save him,” a young man said, a sob slipping out of his mouth and distorting the call. “His parents are torturing him, we need help, please. His name is Danny Fenton, he’s at FentonWorks in the basement. They’re going to kill him!”

The call cut off and Cass felt her girlfriend’s eyes on her for a moment before she stepped forward. “We’ll go,” she said softly. 

Bruce looked between them and the computer that played the call and realization hit him quickly. He nodded and the two girls quickly took off. They soon found themselves in Amity Park, standing before a building called Fenton Works. Cass looked around for a moment before her eyes landed on a garbage can in an alley and looked at Steph who nodded quietly before she marched towards it and lifted the lid. 

“Danny,” she said softly, pulling a small child out of the trash, he looked to be maybe two or three years old. Steph looked at Cass and back at the building. Cass felt herself hesitate. Danny had told them to just take what they found and leave but, she couldn’t. 

They needed to do their due diligence. They had to find out what was happening in that lab. 

“Stay with Danny,” she said quietly. “I’m going in.”

Steph looked torn, looking between Danny and the large monstrosity of a house before she furrowed her brow and nodded. “He can scold us later.”

Cass smiled and pressed her hand to Danny’s little head before she slipped through the door. She looked around curiously and found family pictures hanging on the wall, a red-haired woman, a large, dark-haired man, and two teenagers. One looked like Danny, not how he was now, and not the way he looked when he gave them his warning. Somewhere in between. She furrowed her brow and shook her head. Hopefully one day he would explain everything to her. 

She checked the rest of the house, not finding anything suspicious until she went down the stairs to a lab. She froze as she took in the sight before her. The young girl from the photos laid slumped down in a corner. Sprawled out along the floor in front of a bloody operating table laid the two adults, both looking as though something had ripped out their throats. A green sticky note sat on the bloody operating table. 

On slightly shaky legs, Cass stepped over the bodies and picked it up. 

We couldn’t save him in time. But we could give him a new childhood. Take care of our ghost boy.

Cass slipped the paper into her belt and looked around once more before she hurried out of the house, knowing that she would never forget the scene in front of her. 

....

“You should have been more specific in your warning to not go into the house,” Steph said, giving her son an amused smile. “Your mom threw up on my favorite boots.”

“I couldn’t have been any clearer! I said take me and leave! It’s not my fault you didn’t listen,” Danny said with a huff and Cass simply chuckled and flicked her son in the forehead. Danny let out a whine and his head fell on his mother’s shoulder. Cass just laughed and hugged him tight. 

“You don’t regret it, though, do you?” He asked quietly, his arms encircled around Cass’ waist. Steph leaned over and hugged her son from behind. 

“Not for a second,” she whispered softly. “You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to us.”

Danny let out a sniff and moved around to hug his mothers tight, thankful beyond comprehension that Clockwork and the other ghosts had helped him get a second chance at life.

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There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)