#big brother dick grayson strikes again

[wondersinwaynemanor]

here i go again with "big brother dick grayson strikes again" prompts.

thinking of Dick probably helping his siblings on their first dates and offering to take them to the location.

Dick to Jason: Hey, Little Wing. I know you can take one of your motorcycles, but let me take you. You can just focus on being pretty.

Jason: Shut up, Dick. But, are you sure? I don't know why my hands feel a bit numb-

Dick, takes Jason's hands on his to warm them up and untighten the nerves there: It's okay. I got you. You're okay. It's going to be okay. Don't stress yourself out.

Jason: I know I fucked up many times, Dick. I don't want.. I don't know what to do if I fuck this up.

Dick, brings Jason closer: Shh. You won't, Jay. You're very smart and strong, and so so caring and you don't even realize it it. Ask the kids at the Alley, they idolize you. Roy adores you and everything you do. He knows who you are. And trust me, I'm not that bitter anymore of one of my best friends dating my younger brother.

Jason smiles which warms Dick's heart, making him smile too.

Dick: Plus, we wouldn't want Ollie to think that a Wayne cannot dress up and be romantic right?

Jason grins this time.

Dick to Tim: Timmy, I have a great idea! I'll drive you there. I know you're tired from work already. Just let me know which restaurant then you can rest a bit when we travel there.

Tim: It's okay, Dick. You're also tired from your shift. I'll just let Kon know I'll be late for a few-

Dick: No, no. If you want to rest first, let him know, he'll understand. But I'll still take you.

Tim: But, Dick...

Dick: Nah-uh. I didn't drive you to prom, remember? Let me do this, Baby Bird. And for me to also look out for Lex, just in case he bothers Conner again. We don't want that happening in the middle of your date.

Tim, laughs: Well, Kon will just have to drag Lex's ass to space.

Dick laughs with him.

Dick to Cass: Aww, you look beautiful, Cass. So where you going? Where will you meet Steph?

Cass, fixing her necklace: By her house.

Dick: Great! I already know where that is. I'll drive you there. We don't want to ruin your beauty. I mean, that's totally impossible, but I want you to just relax before the date.

Cass, blushes: I can do it.

Dick: Of course, you can. But I want to. Pretty please, pretty please. I'm a little protective over my sister.

Cass, rolls her eyes fondly but smiles: Of course. Thank you.

Dick: You're most welcome. And tell Steph if she does something extreme like set some fireworks, tell her to lay off with those energy drinks she started on her diet.

Dick to Duke: Little D, Little D! Don't even try to say no cus maybe your brothers and sister have already told you, but this is kinda my tradition now. I'm taking you to your first date.

Duke: They did tell me. But, Dick.. I don't want to be a burden. Weren't you injured-

Dick: No, no. That was like last week. I'm good. As long as you're good with me to take you, right? Now, I don't want to be the burden.

Duke, smiles: Never.

Dick, smiles and gives Duke a side hug: Then you're never a burden too, Little D. A big bro has to look out for the younger ones. Plus, I can say that you dressing up nice comes from my influence.

Duke, chuckles: Who else am I looking up to, right?

Dick to Damian: Shush, Dami. I know you're dating a super, and he can come and get you without a minute to spare, but tell Jon I'll be taking you.

Damian: Richard, please. I'm already at the right age.

Dick, puts a hand on his little (not so anymore) brother's shoulder and he refuses not to tear up (he fails ofc): I know, you've grown up so much, Dami. So much, since I made you Robin. But please, it will make me really happy to do this. It will give me peace, in some way. It sounds ridiculous, but yes.

Damian, doesn't even try to hide the fond he has on his face: Alright, Richard. I'll let Jon know.

Dick: He's not taking you somewhere out of Gotham or Metropolis, right? Cus then we'll have to take the Batplane.

Damian, chuckles: It's in Metropolis, don't worry.

Dick: Phew. I was as nervous as the time I took Tim on his date.

so....

maybe after a few years on Dick and Wally's wedding day, Dick's younger siblings will be walking with him on the aisle by his side and Bruce, their Father, on his other side of course. and they're thankful that the aisle is wide enough to fit the whole Wayne kids. Dick is a crying mess and he hasn't even reached Wally yet by the end of the aisle. because he's genuinely happy to have his siblings take him to the love of his life this time.

[maybe-in-another-universe]

give me a bruce that not only grieves for his lost (and recently found) son but also for his well and living sons who he has irrevocably broken any semblance of a normal father/son relationship with. give me a bruce that struggles with his relationship with dick, son or soldier? his greatest achievement or greatest failure? give me a bruce struggling with the image of the much younger jason he knew vs the jason before him now. give a bruce who struggles with tim and what he is to him? is he his son or is he just a kid he took on and what if that answer is different than when they first met? how to repair that? give me a bruce who struggles to be a father to damian knowing that he failed the three boys who came before him? just give me a bruce wayne that struggles and maybe doesn’t make the right decisions but tries nonetheless.

[maybe-in-another-universe]

now imagine that all of their relationships are public, could you imagine the field day that the press could have? like an article that reads:

WALLY WEST, PARTNER TO DICK GRAYSON, SPOTTED WEARING TIM DRAKE’S SWEATER! Infidelity with boyfriend’s brother?…..

and it blows up because WHAT!?? WITH HIS LITTLE BROTHER??? and it just gets worse from there, roy wearing something of duke’s, steph wearing something of kon’s, bruce accidentally wearing one of their clothes, so on and so forth, until the media gives it up but not before they have to come out with a statement to explain that it just happens, it’s not cheating and they all love their partners very much!

The batkids are known for sharing clothes amongst each other, so imagine everyone’s surprise when Jason won’t let them borrow his hoodie. Upon further inspection they find out it’s Roy’s hoodie. This causes a chain reaction and now Dick won’t let anyone borrow his Wally hoodie, Tim won’t let anyone borrow his Kon hoodie, Damian with Jon’s clothes(which there was no need for because Damian’s clothes never fit anyways), Duke with Izzy’s, Cass with Steph, and so on. After this “civil war” they all reluctantly agree to end this and all clothes (their own or not) is up for grabs. (minus Damian and Jon, of course)

bonus is when their partners steal the batkids clothes only to find out later that it’s definitely not a wayne kids clothing item.

Roy: That’s my sweater?

Wally: Yeah well Kon’s wearing my pants so…

Izzy: I’m probably wearing one of your boxers, it’s for sure not Dukes

Kon: how do you know?

Izzy: Because Duke doesn’t own Minecraft boxers???

Steph: Oh yeah sorry, those are mine

[nosyrobin]

“So..submissive..”

Dick Grayson x Superboy!Reader

Summary: dick Grayson is the most submissive man for his super boyfriend.

Warning: suggestive, sex indication but not written, submissive!dick, soft(?)dom!reader,dick and reader are 18+, & fluff/lime.

Dick Grayson, known as Robin. The sidekick of Batman, and adopted son of Bruce Wayne. What a shocker to know that when he grew up more as Robin. He didn’t expect to fall inlove with a kryptonian boy that was a sidekick just like him. Just to Superman, and son of Clark Kent. Coming to earth through natural birth of your mother Lois lane.

It was a blessing to be alive and trained well by your father before fighting by his side. Even seeing his way of life, it was amazing! What was even better was seeing the boy wonder himself and meeting him. You two met in a mission with your dads. You both awkward young kids didn’t know how to strike up a conversation. Or even a damn handshake towards each other, but when the mission ended. Dick had confidence to talk to you. And you talked back with a charming smile. It was soon history as dick would immediately get dressed in his hero costume when he heard from Bruce that Clark was bringing you along with patrol, missions and such.

He couldn’t help that he was crushing on the half kryptonian male. Years went on as the two sidekicks got older, and bigger. Though you were bigger than him still, even after years. The small crush dick thought would go away never did. And the same to you as dick always looked at you. Dick couldn’t help but blush everytime your muscles bulged. His stare was so intense on your arms, you turned around smirking. He looked away, nervously as he felt you close in on him. Not knowing what else to do, he looked at you to only see a soft gaze in your eyes. That’s when you kissed him, he was shocked! Hella shocked. But he kissed you back, having his hands all in your hair as your hands placed themselves on his hips.

You two started to date after. It was sweet to know that Clark approved a lot with Lois. Meanwhile Bruce was a little suspicious, but neither the less was supportive. The two boys started to live together when college years came up, they got their own space, their shared room, their two dogs. It was amazing and comfortable. Years and more years went by and the relationship between the two grew stronger and stronger. Soon Robin, became Nightwing. You were still superboy to what your dad said to you, but you didn’t care less as you lived with your wonderful and arobatic boyfriend.

Some nights are relaxing, chilling, even movie nights with you two cuddling. Hailey and your dog just sits next to each other, wagging their tails and barking happily at their two owners loving each other. Some nights are…lonely for dick or you. Dick goes on undercover mission or just long ass missions. The same for you as you both lay in bed. Missing each other. There’s phone calls, text messages, face time calls in worry that something is happening to the other.

But when it’s those nights when you aren’t home much, dick gets needy, moody, and clingy. He’s whining as he wears your clothes to sleep, he’s venting to his little brothers who gag at the most romantic shit he spurs out. Even his team agree with his brothers. But boy, when you come home. You better hold onto something cause he is like a wife that hasn’t met her husband after years of war.

Dick’s eyes widen as he hears you enter the house tired. “I’m home.” You say as dick immediately rushes you in a hug. He then pepper your face in kisses. Not leaving one inch unkissed. You start to smell his hormones with your sensitive nose. It makes you flustered as dick starts to kiss your neck, you start to pull him off. “Dick. Dick, stop.” Dick whines as he tries to kiss your neck again, your breath now shallow while you try to fight off your persistent boyfriend. With a mean glare at him, dick stops. Immediately with a pouted expression and big blue eyes staring at you. You rubbed his side of his face with one hand, making him lean in your touch.

You soon kiss him, slowly and softly. Dick followed suit and kissed you in the same pace you were going. You just wanted him to calm down as he was acting like a dog in heat. “I miss you…so much..” he says in between kisses. “I missed you too.” You said back, smiling in the kiss. The passionate kiss kept on until dick put his hand on your chest. “Baby…” he whines, breaking the passionate kiss. “Yeah?” You said, rubbing his back. His eyes trail your body, observing it like a hungry hyena towards a zebra. “I want you.” That’s all he said before he started to act in heat again.

Dick immediately hungrily kissed you, making your eyes widen as you held his hips so he could stay in place. He whined as he tried to get close to you, leaning his chest against yours to his. His blue eyes began to darkened as he breaks the kiss. Heavy breaths, he wrapped his arms around your neck. You lifted him up effortlessly as he kept kissing you rough. You kissed him back in the same pace, his tongue wrestling with yours as his fingers gripped your hair tightly.

He break the kiss, going to attack your neck. You hiss feeling his hands hold your head still as he bite and suckle your neck. “Baby…” he moans more as he then goes to kiss you again. You asserted dominance when you felt your tongue swirling with his, dick’s pupils were like hearts as he clawed your back. Small moans exit the man’s mouth, dick’s tan cheeks start to reddened. You felt his legs wrap around your waist tight and you knew that meant business.

You then go to the shared bedroom, where dick chuckled lowly as he kissed you more. The next morning, dick woke up to a lot of purple and red marks all over his body. And his ass hurts, groaning, he turned over to look at you. Looking at you peacefully sleeping as if you didn’t lose control towards him. Dick huffs, seeing he had a team to go to. He tries to get up, only to wobble and fall straight on his face. “I’ll be gentle he says,” dick scoffs trying to sit up. “I’ll make sure you don’t have to wobble he says.. my ass.” Dick sasses as he stares up at the super who’s hearing picked up. You immediately get up, wondering where your boyfriend went only to see him on the floor.

You held in a snicker before helping your poor boyfriend up, he glares at you. Hitting you in the chest, you jolted at first. Feeling the impact but not the pain. “Cmon dickie, I’m sorry.” You said as you help him get clean and dressed. He still glared at you before softening up and hugging you. “Ugh..now I have to explain a secure excuse for why I’m limping.” He says as he kisses your forehead. You smiled at the kiss and kiss him back. “Yeah yeah, but damn baby..” immediately dick felt his knees buckle at the look you gave him.

“You’re so damn submissive…”

[thesummerstorms]

In the AU of the AU, Dick sees himself as sharing temporary emergency custody with Chiron and thinks hopes that eventually the arrangement will be between Chiron and Bruce.

(Not until Bruce can actually keep Anna safe AND somewhat handle the emotional side of raising her, though. Dick is not watching her run away again, even if it means fucking over his own plans for independence and a semi normal young adult life.

He loves his little sister too much and has a bad habit even before this of being guilted into taking responsibility/performing whatever role people need from him.

Stepping in to take Anna, even on a very reduced schedule from what it would have been if not for CHB taking her for large chunks of the year and when he has to go somewhere dangerous for hero business, was really the only choice he could have allowed himself to make. It isn't fair to him how that's going to limit his choices, but it is definitely one of the better outcomes for ANNABETH across the various multiverses. For once, she believes someone loves her enough to chose her. And at least he doesn't have to mourn her for most of her childhood.)

Anyway, the big long digression aside, the actual PLANNED point of this post was that Luke and Thalia view this situation very very differently.

I'm not sure how long Thalia survives unless this particular multiverse sidesteps the actual PJO plot entirety. But while she's alive?

Luke "Parents can't be trusted, ever" Castellan and Thalia "Adults are dangerous; unstable adults get Jason your siblings killed" Grace take one look at Bruce and decide "nah".

They know more than anyone would like about Jason Todd's death and the argument that lead to Annabeth running away, and they still do not trust him with their baby Annie. He strikes too close to home for both of them.

Hell, they don't even really trust Chiron at this point. They spent too many years alone on the run for that.

But Dick Grayson is, like, college age, and therefore not entirely an 'adult' in the way a 'parent' is an adult. And he's... Not what they expected when they found Anna in Gotham?

He at least had an excuse for not being there in the moment to protect Annabeth/stop her from running away, even if Thalia is projecting her guilt about letting her mom "kill" her baby brother Jason onto Dick not being there for either Annabeth or his Jason and gets a little mean about it.

But he not only went looking for Anna as soon as he knew, he found her and apologized and worried about her and kept trying to keep all three of them safe all the way to CHB, staying with them despite not being able to understand everything that was happening underneath the Mist.**

It's the kind of treatment Luke would sell his soul to receive from his parents and Thalia would die to have a second chance at giving Jason Grace.

So... Maybe Dick is okay, even if he is a kind of adult. They were still with Annabeth for long enough before he caught up with them in Virgina that they have become very attached, almost aggressively so, but... they will cautiously allow him near her and them. While still being ready to stab him if it looks like he's going to hurt her them of course.

What I'm saying is, Thalia and Luke do not view this whole situation at all the same way as the adults. They in fact 100% believe they are sharing a custody arrangement with Dick.

He gets to take care of Annie on the mortal side, which even they can admit is probably a good thing because being responsible for feeding a seven year old as a teenage runaway was stressful. But in the Mythic world? Annie is still theirs.

So now poor Dick, whose model of emotions and communication since he was eight was Bruce Wayne, has to figure out how to deal with THAT situation on top of everything else.

** Bruce actually probably would have done some of this, but Thalia and Luke absolutely do not believe that. And he definitely wouldn't have apologized or taken the blame.

[ameba-from-space]

Hey, I’ve been reading through your Batfam fic recs and I love them. Is there any chance you could do one focused on Tim?

OKAY I'M BACK BABY LETS DO THIS, Tim tam, timmy, timothio, timbo, tim tim my baby boy has arrived

four brothers, one crush, and absolutely zero brain cells to be found - bro being bros and brothers being assholes

Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug) - READ CINGULOMANIA YOU FOOLS

And the Scene Slips Away (To the Evenness I Fake) - Trauma: the fanfiction aka how I found out dick grayson has been canonicaly raped (wtf dc)

Take Care of Business - A classic

Older Siblings: A Plague on Our Society - Hello officer yes I have been mugged by a person who I definitely do not know

Eucatastrophe - Forgiveness is a two way street, you must also forgive yourself

Home - Who the fuck is tim?

Emergency Contact - Baby tim is baby

What's in a Name? - Tim you bitch mario kart playing ass

His Baby - I'm not crying just from remembering this fic I swear

am i the only one pretending (i did it to myself) - Trauma 2: Electric Boogalo

Trending - He a sleppy ho

what a privilege to love you (to teach you all that i know) - CRY BITCH

Hissing Fauna - If you like DC and Marvel this is for you

Billionaire Down - Uncle oliver is cute

Proof - Brothers find each other before they ever find dad

Hi Bi, I'm Dad - Coming out is scary

Anti-Social - SOCIAL MEDIA BA BY

Bat Out Of Hell - These bitches weird, good for them

The Dark Knight Strikes Back - I FINISHED MINECRAFT? (NOT CLICKBAIT)

middle school is why we can't have nice things - Tim has a serious case of baby face

miss me?- Jason the hallucination

through different colored glasses - Big brothers? More like Big bothers

Panic Room - Tim and Jason are locked together in a panic room and absolutely nothing goes wrong trust me

An Unorthodox Adoption - Tim drakes forces people into being his brother

Road Rage Robin - Ah yes the true angry robin

scapegoat - The tim who cried Jason

Billions of Beautiful Hearts - Bruce gets his kids WAYYYY earlier

Just, How? - DE AGED ROBINS FUCK YEAH

Dangerous and Noble Things - Ra al ghul is nasty and should find better things to do

Bleed the Poison Out (What’s Left Behind?) - REGRET

Distress Signal - DAMIAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN

wrong number - Tim hits his head and calls alfred

16 november 1581 - We all hate Jack drake in this house

Where Babies Come From - Dick grayson: serial baby kidnapper

concealer - TRAUMA YET AGAIN

Little Birds’ Wings - Batman said bye bitch

Beware of Science, Turkeys, Guns, Chandeliers, and Other Sources of Chaos - Little shits (affectionate)

Well this is pretty much it, If you want to find more tim content I recomend filtering ao3 by date and bookmark, I have been trying this system of going by 6 months of fanfics at a time, and recently there is SO MUCH tim content, like so fucking much, my guess is that since he came out people have been flocking to the tim fandom

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Dick watches Big Hero 6 when he's a kid and sighs because he loves the two brothers.

Dick watches Jason for the first time out in the field, and Jason has a gun to his head.

Dick watches Big Hero 6 with the Titans when he learns that none of them had watched it.

Dick watches Jason as the kid's waiting in the parking lot to be picked up from school.

It's been months, and Dick has been spending time with Jason a lot, watching keenly as the kid grows attached to him and they start acting more like Hiro and Tadashi... like brothers.

Dick watches Jason's reactions all throughout their movie night, watching The Big Hero 6.

Dick's eyes widen as Jason asks him to watch Big Hero 6 with him again one day, he watches the movie with Jason's head on his lap as he strokes his hair.

Dick watches as Jason breaks into his apartment weekly.

Dick watches The Big Hero 6 and his face is full of tears.

Dick watches tensely as Tim quips and flips and punches the crooks raging on the street.

Dick's eyes widen as Tim hesitantly approaches him and asks about the Big Hero 6 DVD in his apartment as they were clearing it out.

Dick watches the door of Tim's new bedroom that used to be the guest room.

Dick watches as Red Hood snarks in front of him, boasting about how he beat the newest Robin, trying to rile Dick up.

Dick watches in amusement as the 10-year-old baby assassin tries to explain an ambush plan to use to capture Penguin.

Dick closes his eyes and stops watching the seconds ticking by on the bomb.

"You're not Tadashi, you asshole, get the fuck up!"

Dick opens his eyes and is met with pain and blinding light. He groans and closes his eyes again.

He sighs. He is alive. In pain, but alive.

"Does that..." he clears his throat. "Does that mean I'm Callaghan?"

Dick snaps open his eyes again as a (gentle) slap strikes across his face.

"What?" he asks incredulously.

Jason frowns and folds his arms, "Can't believe the first thing you say when you wake up after nearly being killed, is a fucking pun."

Dick grins.

"At least he's alive," Tim says. "I don't mind him being Callaghan if he's alive."

Damian rolls his eyes. "Tt. Do not scare me, Grayson. That was stupid of you."

Dick shrugs and shuts his eyes again.

"Does that mean you don't want to watch Big Hero 6 while I recover?"

A loud sound starts blaring in front of him.

"THE WINNER! FIVE TOTAL AN-NI-HI-LATION! YAMAAAAAAAAA!"

~

Happy?

Dick Grayson & Tadashi Hamada

Dick watches Big Hero 6 when he's a kid and sighs because he loves the two brothers. Tadashi is automatically his favorite character.

Dick watches Jason for the first time out in the field, and Jason has a gun to his head. He leaps in to help, doesn't mean he has totally eased up with Jason being Robin though.

Dick watches Big Hero 6 with the Titans when he learns that none of them had watched it. He grins as Tadashi comes in view, to save Hiro, but the grin freezes as he flashes back to Jason and how he had saved him... just like Tadashi.

Dick watches Jason as the kid's waiting in the parking lot to be picked up from school. He's still a little awkward and bitter around him, but he's willing to put it away. For Tadashi's sake. They get talking as Dick drives Jason on his bike, and he smiles as he remembers the first scene with Hiro and Tadashi and asks Jason if he likes bike stunts.

It's been months, and Dick has been spending time with Jason a lot, watching keenly as the kid grows attached to him and they start acting more like Hiro and Tadashi... like brothers. He comes to a decision.

Dick watches Jason's reactions all throughout their movie night, watching The Big Hero 6. Jason loves it. He asks Dick if they could get a giant marshmallow man with Bruce's money. Dick considers it seriously, but Bruce catches them before they could do anything.

Dick's eyes widen as Jason asks him to watch Big Hero 6 with him again one day, he watches the movie with Jason's head on his lap as he strokes his hair.

Dick watches as Jason breaks into his apartment weekly. He pretends he's sleeping, but not really. Jason always arrives at the exact same time every Wednesday. They're really close now.

Dick watches The Big Hero 6 and his face is full of tears. He pauses at the moment when the building explodes and Hiro is thrown back with the force of the explosion. He can't take it. Jason died in an explosion, beaten, tortured, then burnt. He curls up and sobs his heart out.

Dick watches tensely as Tim quips and flips and punches the crooks raging on the street. He tries not to interfere too much, he needs to give Tim space, but he can't help it - he's worried.

Dick's eyes widen as Tim hesitantly approaches him and asks about the Big Hero 6 DVD in his apartment as they were clearing it out. Tim says that he watched half of it when he was a kid, he didn't get to finish the movie and he was wondering if Dick would like to...? Dick wants to say no. He wants to grab the DVD and throw it out the window. He doesn't. He says maybe another time instead.

Dick watches the door of Tim's new bedroom that used to be the guest room. Tim hasn't been eating or sleeping much since... since Jack and Captain Boomerang. He raises his hand, and ripping of the bandaid, he knocks. Tim says he isn't in the mood to watch anything, sorry. Dick opens up his laptop to the movie anyway and sits beside Tim on the bed, keeping a little distance, as the movie plays. Tim rests his head on Dick's shoulder during Hiro's mourning scene, tired. Dick rubs his head affectionately.

Dick watches as Red Hood snarks in front of him, boasting about how he beat the newest Robin, trying to rile Dick up. But all Dick can see is the kid who poked him and called him Tadashi teasingly and referred to himself as Hiro. He walks forward, ignores the fearful step back Red Hood takes, and hugs his brother.

Dick watches in amusement as the 10-year-old baby assassin tries to explain an ambush plan to use to capture Penguin. He was Batman and the kid was Robin. It was a perfect team. Dick felt more like Tadashi than ever. Sure, squirt, Dick ruffles his hair, a grin delighting his features as the kid scowls adorably and fixes his hair back.

Dick is captured. He is tied up. He can't move. He hears ticking. He knows it will be over soon. He really is Tadashi, sticking to it till the end. He closes his eyes and stops watching the seconds ticking by on the bomb. No sense in counting his own doom.

The last tick goes by. A great booming fills the air. Everything goes black.

"No, no no no no no. Don't do this to me, Dick."

"Richard, get up. Grayson, come on. I know you're fooling around. Get up."

"Dickhead, I swear to God, if you don't get up right this moment, I will skewer you."

"Dick-"

"Richard-

"Please-"

"You're not Tadashi, you asshole, get the fuck up!"

They watch as the explosion rings out, fire consumes the air, and their big brother is lost.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

"Don't Worry, I Got This." (Duke Thomas Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Duke Thomas, The Signal, al Ghul Reader

Word Count: 461

al Ghul!Reader Series Masterlist

Every time you came to see your brother, it seemed like Bruce had taken another young ward under his wing. This time was no exception. As you emerged from the shadows of the Batcave, Dick and Tim didn’t seem to notice you, but the third vigilante in the yellow and black suit spotted you immediately.

“Guys, intruder! Don’t worry I got this.” Pulling out a pair of Eskrima sticks, he charged at you.

Dick looked up and saw what he was talking about. “Duke, wait!”

But the young man didn’t seem to hear him. Just as he reached you, you ducked out of the way, landing a hard kick to his side. He stumbled back with a grunt but was on you again in seconds. Round and round the two of you went. You continued to push him away and give him light strikes, but in return, he actually managed to get close to landing a blow or two of his own. And every time you would knock him down, he would be back up and at you in seconds. Impressed with his skills and persistence, you decided to put him out of his misery. You grabbed his arm and quickly flipped him over your shoulder before pinning him to the floor with your foot. He stared up at you, wide-eyed, as he waited to see what you would do next.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.” Removing your foot from his chest, you walked over to the other two men. “Grayson. Drake. It has been a while.”

Duke rolled over to his knees and looked back and forth between the three of you. “Um, is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Duke, this is Damian’s older sister. She works for the League of Assassins and has a habit of stopping by unannounced.” Dick shot you a pointed glance.

Duke stared at you dumbfounded. “Seriously? Nobody thought to share the fact Damian has an assassin older sister who drops by every once and a while. That seems like something I should have known.”

“She prefers it this way. Calls it a trial by combat introduction or something like that.” Tim said with a shrug and a roll of his eyes.

Ignoring his sass, you nod. “Yes. I like to assess the skills and abilities of those working with my brother. I need to know they are worthy associates.”

“Oh,” Duke mumbled softly. “So, I guess I failed.”

“Quite the contrary. You handled yourself remarkably well. I never expect my opponent to actually defeat me, but you did better than either of those two did. And they fought me at the same time.”

“Hey!” Dick and Tim both yelled at the same time as Duke gave you a big smile.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

" Don't worry I got this "

Duke Thomas and Al Ghul!MC

( Love ya fanfic with sibling Damian and the hc from Reading from darkness, you both are cool! :) )

Thank you for the request and compliment anon! I have never written for Duke before and I don't know a ton about him outside the basics, but I took a shot! I hope you like it!

al Ghul!Reader Masterlist

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Every time you came to see your brother, it seemed like Bruce had taken another young ward under his wing. This time was no exception. As you emerged from the shadows of the Batcave, Dick and Tim didn’t seem to notice you, but the third vigilante in the yellow and black suit spotted you immediately.

“Guys, intruder! Don't worry I got this.” Pulling out a pair of Eskrima sticks, he charged at you.

Dick looked up and saw what he was talking about. “Duke, wait!”

But the young man didn’t seem to hear him. Just as he reached you, you ducked out of the way, landing a hard kick to his side. He stumbled back with a grunt but was on you again in seconds. Round and round the two of you went. You continued to push him away and give him light strikes, but in return, he actually managed to get close to landing a blow or two of his own. And every time you would knock him down, he would be back up and at you in seconds. Impressed with his skills and persistence, you decided to put him out of his misery. You grabbed his arm and quickly flipped him over your shoulder before pinning him to the floor with your foot. He stared up at you, wide-eyed, as he waited to see what you would do next.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.” Removing your foot from his chest, you walked over to the other two men. “Grayson. Drake. It has been a while.”

Duke rolled over to his knees and looked back and forth between the three of you. “Um, is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Duke, this is Damian’s older sister. She works for the League of Assassins and has a habit of stopping by unannounced.” Dick shot you a pointed glance.

Duke stared at you dumbfounded. “Seriously? Nobody thought to share the fact Damian has an assassin older sister who drops by every once and a while. That seems like something I should have known.”

“She prefers it this way. Calls it a trial by combat introduction or something like that.” Tim said with a shrug and a roll of his eyes.

Ignoring his sass, you nod. “Yes. I like to assess the skills and abilities of those working with my brother. I need to know they are worthy associates.”

“Oh,” Duke mumbled softly. “So, I guess I failed.”

“Quite the contrary. You handled yourself remarkably well. I never expect my opponent to actually defeat me, but you did better than either of those two did. And they fought me at the same time.”

“Hey!” Dick and Tim both yelled at the same time as Duke gave you a big smile.

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[fishfingersandjellybabies]

The Crown Found in Rose Thorns - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Talia al Ghul, Jon Kent, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne Pairing: jondami Summary: “My name is Jonathan Kent, of the Kingdom of Krypton. And I’m here to marry Prince Damian of the Kingdom of Gotham.” A/N: I told @berryfartsart some medieval jondami headcanons inspired by the DKOS announcement and they cyberbullied me into writing the AU for it. (Kidding, of course.) Anyway get ready for some old fashion slow burns and smoopy goopy love~ (but like...eventually, this won’t be fast updated haha)

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Damian huffed, crossing his arms, wincing as the Cassandra pulled the brush through his curls once more.

“This is a farce.” He droned. “A complete jester act.”

Talia chuckled, but didn’t look back at her son. Continued brushing her own hair.

“It’s going to be the same as the past three days.” Damian warned. “They’re all simpletons not worthy of my time, or anyone else’s.”

“Then I would at least like to remind you, my dear precious boy.” Talia hummed, effortlessly twirling her hair into a braid. “That I am not asking you to marry today. I am asking you to explore what traits might appeal to you, what kingdoms you trust, or don’t.”

Damian winced as his sister tugged gently at his hair, and scoffed. “It shouldn’t be up to me. My marriage is unimportant.” He mumbled. “You should be focusing on the heir’s marriage.”

Talia sighed, dropping her brush onto her vanity and standing. She stared into the mirror for a moment before leaning over and plucking Damian’s crown off its stand. She turned and slowly walked across the room, staring warmly down at Damian as she approached him.

“Richard does not have a threat hanging over his life.” She murmured, pushing his bangs back before carefully placing the crown on his head. “Richard does not need all the protection he can get.”

“And our brother already has a suitor.” Cassandra chimed in with a giggle. “That warrior princess from the Tamaranean lands.”

“Indeed.” Talia agreed. “So even if he needed any protection from something he could not handle himself, it appears he already has it.”

“Jason then.” Damian tried. He twisted to look at Cassandra. “Or you.” He sat up. “You’re already betrothed to that bard woman!” He turned back to his mother. “Why can’t we make a big deal about her nuptials instead!”

“Because her grandfather is not threatening to steal her away and hold her prisoner and eventually murder her for power.” Talia laughed, holding Damian’s face with a hand on his cheek. “And I am not above a political marriage if that means you have two kingdoms protecting you instead of just ours.”

Damian pursed his lips, ignored the heat rising through his face. “…And if I pick no one to attempt a courtship?”

“Like I said, my beloved.” Talia leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I am not above political marriage to protect you.” She smiled, eyes darting between his. “Even if you forever hate me for it.”

She stood back up, adjusted his crown, then Cassandra’s, then her own, and turned to glide out of the room.

~~

The throne room was abuzz with citizens of the town, and even visitors who had come to try their luck and win Prince Damian’s hand.

Damian sighed as he followed Richard onto their altar. Scanning the room, he could already see no one of merit, and no one of interest. So it was going to be another boring, pointless, wasted day.

“This should be for you.” Damian mumbled again.

Richard snorted, plopping into his seat. “Sorry I found love on my own, little one. Without Mother and Father’s help.” He smirked. “Besides, you should be nice to me. I don’t have to sit here with you all day. I’m just here out of the goodness of my heart, and fondness for my poor, sorrowful, lonely little brother.”

“Piss off. You’re here to amuse yourself at my expense.” Damian rolled his eyes, sitting more politely in the throne next to him. “And so you can go cackle at my misfortune with our brothers later.”

“Nonsense. We cackle at your misfortune on a normal day too.” Richard promised with a wink. “How’s that growth spurt treating you anyway?”

Damian frowned, tugging at his sleeves. “…I have requested a new fitting with Alfred after today’s…festivities.”

Dick smiled again, running his fingers through Damian’s neatly combed curls. “Your clothes will fit for longer than a week one day soon, kiddo.” He let his fingers fall from Damian’s hair to his cheek. “…I’m not just here to keep you company, you know.”

“…Oh?”

“Mhm.” Richard nodded. Damian watched as his blue eyes darted around the room. “I’m here to vet your potential suitors. Make sure they are good enough for you, strong enough to protect you-”

“I can protect myself, thank you.”

“-and this is the fourth day of the festivities. No doubt your grandfather has heard of them by now. Someone has to make sure no undesirables have snuck in, or attempt to make a move.”

“Do you truly think he would be so brash?” Damian questioned. “Besides, this whole thing was Mother’s doing. So, I thought that was why Father keeps attending, to keep watch.”

“He is. But like I said, this is the fourth day. Enough time to get word and move to strike. And forgive me if I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Richard smiled apologetically. “So Father and I are in here, Jason and Cassandra are running the perimeter and Timothy is monitoring the guard towers.”

Damian sighed, staring out into the crowd once more. A few of the guests were glancing their way now. Giggling and falling back into their whispers. Some of the less modest ones outright stared, giving Damian as flirty a smile as they could.

“…Well, as much as I appreciate your concern, I’m afraid it will all be for naught.” Damian drooped in his chair and crossed his arms. “If today is anything like the past three, it will be the most boring day of your life, and nothing will come to fruition.”

“Never say never, little one.” Richard offered dreamily. “Love strikes when you least expect it.”

“Love.” Damian scoffed, glancing over as Bruce and Talia entered the room, hands clasped between them. “Who said any of this was for love?”

“Well.” Richard hummed. “It is because we love you.” He offered. “And we’re hoping not to make this an arranged affair. That we can find you happiness in a partner as well as protection. That’s why we want you to choose.”

“And if I never choose anyone?”

Richard blinked, then offered a smile. But it was sad, almost pitying.

Damian crossed his arms tighter, glancing towards their parents as the King and Queen sat next to them.

“As I keep telling you all, I can protect myself.” Damian mumbled. “And I’m content being alone.”

Richard kept his sad smile. Damian refused to look at him anymore.

~~

Damian wanted to rip his hair out.

As he had predicted many times that day, it was just more of the same.

A blacksmith offering the best weapons, and the safest house on the continent.

A nomad promising a life of adventure and delicious foods.

A group of sisters offering as many heirs as they could carry, and their father as the sole brave knight to protect them all.

A witch and a wizard together, offering magic as protection and endless fertility to continue the kingdom’s bloodline.

A princess offering the best clothes and parties.

A duke who…wasn’t even sure why he was there. He was sent by his father, and didn’t even know Damian’s name.

A young woman who merely offered her humor and loyalty. She could make him laugh, and made it clear that was all she had.

Damian almost agreed to meet with her, if only because he appreciated her honesty.

The sun was dipping in the sky outside the western window, and Damian could feel his stomach starting to growl. He glanced to his brother, who had sat all but stock-still all day, doing exactly as he’d said he would. Watching the room, vetting the visitors. Making sure these potential suitors were good enough for his littlest brother.

“…How many more do you think Mother will have stroll through here?” Damian whispered. “I don’t think I can take much more of this mind-numbing torture.”

Richard chuckled. “I’ll give her four more, then push for a recess. Alright?”

“Thank you.” Damian breathed in relief, glancing out towards the room. The crowd had thinned slightly, with some parties departing when their candidate was politely rejected. Others were just the local townsfolk, remaining purely to stick their noses in royal business.

Talia called for the next suitor to step up, and on the far side of the room, Damian saw three people stepping forward. But before they could make it even a yard, one of the large doors across from the thrones groaned open.

“Am I late?” A male voice called. A wave of chuckles swam around the room, and even Damian found himself smirking.

“Depends on what you’re looking for, son.” Bruce called. Despite the normal nature of the interruption, Damian could already see both his father and brother had put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

“Apologies, Your Highnesses,” Alfred appeared behind the man. He sent a glare over his shoulder as he passed by him. “I had asked him to wait a few moments, but he clearly refused. I do hope we aren’t interrupting.”

“No.” Bruce waved to three people apologetically, who nodded and disappeared back into the crowd. “If he is here for Damian, then we can hear him out.”

“I am!” The stranger called. When he moved, the sound of armor clanked around him. “Um, yes. I mean. I am. I am here for Prince Damian.”

“…Though tardiness is not a good first impression, I must say.” Talia scolded quietly. Bruce gave her a gentle smile and patted her hand. “Bring him forward.”

“Great!” The man – young, by the sound of it, probably closer to a boy – called, leaping past Alfred. “I mean, uh, thank you, Your Highness. For the opportunity.”

Damian watched the man as he walked the long carpet forward, and he felt his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He had dark hair that seemed permanently windblown framing his face, and an awkward smile that almost seemed like it was about to burst from his face.

What really struck Damian’s interest, however, were his eyes. They were a sharp violet, a color Damian didn’t recall ever seeing on a human being before. They were fascinating. Beautiful, even, if he really had to describe them.

As he approached, Damian realized the man – boy, he truly was a boy – was around his age. Seventeen like himself at most, but more likely a year or two younger. What surprised him about that, though, was the armour he wore. While a sparkling silver and recently cleaned, Damian could see nicks and dents in it, even a few shadows that could easily be blood stains, if he got close enough to look.

Barely seventeen and already a battle-worn war veteran?

Attached to the shoulder plate of his armour was a brooch that fastened his bright red cloak together around his neck. It was gold, shaped like a freshly cut diamond, with a large S painted blue on the inside.

Damian didn’t recognize the coat of arms. And Damian knew all the coat of arms of every kingdom and town on the continent.

That was suspicious.

He glanced to his side again. Richard had not taken his hand off his sword.

The boy had reached their feet now, that large smile still adorning his face.

“Hello.” He said plainly. “My name is Jonathan Kent, of the Kingdom of Krypton.”

Talia huffed, raising her head. “And what are you here for, Sir Jonathan?”

Jonathan’s smile, impossibly, seemed to widen.

“Well, Your Highness.” He started, turning his head to stare directly at Damian. Damian found himself flinching under the intense gaze. “I’m here to marry Prince Damian of the Kingdom of Gotham.”

A wave of gasps rolled through the room, followed by an almost deathly silence. While they were all here to propose a courtship and future with the prince, no one had dared to be so forward! Just as no one should have. It was presumptuous and out of place. Everyone knew that. Everyone.

Bruce and Talia glanced at each other, and Richard had the gall to stifle a laugh in his fist.

But Damian.

He was tired, he was annoyed. He was fed up with this charade that had not only taken up almost a week of his life, but one he did not want to partake in, in the first place. He was fed up with people looking at him. Fed up with being treated like a thing, a prize.

So as his parents glanced at each other, and the court calmed themselves over the offense, Damian stood, moving to the front of the altar.

“I beg your pardon?” He spat, brushing off Richard’s fingers as he tried to grab him. “How dare you think I’d want to marry a nameless peasant such as yourself.”

“Well, past experience says you wouldn’t be that against it.” Jonathan shrugged, armor clanking. “But that also is a moot point, because I’m not a peasant. I’m Jonathan, from the Kingdom of Krypto-”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Damian declared. “And I know every kingdom here to the coasts. Which makes you a liar, dear knight.”

The moniker was all but sneered, but Jonathan just let his smile grow a little wider, a little…fonder.

Suddenly Jonathan glanced over Damian’s shoulder. “My father’s name is Clark Kent, but he also sometimes goes by Kal. You’ve fought at his side before, King Bruce.”

Damian whirled around to find his father nodding. “Indeed I have.” Bruce frowned. “I don’t recall him being from any kingdom though. He called himself a traveler.”

“A…recent development.” Jonathan admitted. “One we are still getting used to. But Krypton is his – our – home, and once the truth was discovered, they welcomed us back with open arms.”

“Your father is king?” Jonathan nodded. “Quite the…development, as you said.” Bruce murmured. He glanced at Dick, who shook his head. “He never mentioned a son.”

“He has two. Myself and my older brother, Connor.” A nervous chuckle. “He was…very protective of us as we traveled. Hid us in forests and with witches when he and mother had dealings in towns and villages. Apparently whatever ousted him from Krypton all those years ago, he was afraid we would be its next target.”

“None of this is relevant to today.” Damian cut in, whirling back around to face the suitor. “How long have you been under the title of prince?”

“A few years.”

“And in a few years you did not learn any manners?” Damian scolded, crossing his arms. “You do not enter another’s kingdom and demand someone’s hand in marriage.”

“I did not demand.” Jonathan countered. “I promised.”

Damian felt heat rise to his cheeks. “And who said I would choose you? How do you know I have not chosen anyone to court yet?”

“Past experience.”

“Past experience with who?”

“You.”

The room’s silence grew tense. Damian’s hands balled into fists.

“I have never met you for a second in my life.”

Jonathan lowered his voice. “Are you so sure?”

Damian narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by his mother.

“Damian.” She hummed. “…What do you think of this…gentleman? Are you interested in him?”

“I think he’s a complete buffoon.” Damian answered instantly. Jonathan chuckled to himself. “An arrogant, deceptive moron.”

Jonathan merely blinked. “Your Highness, that doesn’t answer her question.”

Damian felt a blush blossoming on his face. “You-”

“And if we’re going to marry within the year, perhaps you should answer quickly, so we can begin our courtship.”

“Again, who said I would ever want to marry you?” Damian demanded.

Jonathan shrugged again. “Well, so far, you haven’t said you don’t.”

Damian felt his jaw go rigid. This idiot. This disrespectful, uneducated boy who claims he fell into power. So sure of himself, so narcissistic. And he already thought Damian belonged to him? That Damian was already his?

That smile was still plastered to his face. It was mischievous, and held a secret.

Held a challenge.

Say no, it said. I dare you. Let me embarrass you in front of your court and walk away with your tail between your legs. I dare you.

Damian never could turn down a dare. A test. And if it was a challenge Jonathan Kent of Krypton wanted, it was a challenge he would get.

He wanted to court Damian? Fine. Let him court Damian. Damian would eat him alive. Emotionally tear him limb from limb. Send him crawling back to Krypton wondering why he ever even bothered with the youngest Prince of Gotham.

After a moment, Damian returned the smile, slowly walked down the altar steps, and moved towards the knight. Stopped only inches away, and stared up into those mystical purple eyes.

There was something in those eyes, Damian noted. Something just out of reach. Purposefully hidden. Hidden from everyone? Or just Damian?

This close, and Damian was reminded once more of the marks on his armor. The red shadows he’d noticed before, he could now confirm were blood. Old and flaking, and much more of it than he first realized. Not his own, Damian decided, based on their locations. Blood from others.

Mischievous…and dangerous.

(And beautiful!, his brain supplied. But he ignored that part. Stayed focused on the challenge at hand.)

He glanced down between them when he noticed Jonathan’s fingers twitch, like he wanted to reach out. Want to touch him. Damian let his gaze rise. Smirked, and reveled in the scene of Jonathan biting his lip, just slightly.

“Yes, Mother.” He whispered. But his voice was heard through the whole room. “I think I am interested.”

Jonathan kept his gaze. Whispered back, “I knew you would be.”

“Your arrogance will be the death of you, Traveler.” Damian hummed, turning away. He began back up the steps, was almost to the top, when he heard the quietest words ever spoken.

“No, I do believe only you will be, love.”

Damian spun back around at the tender sound, his face heating up. Jonathan was still staring, but now his gaze was softer, more adoring. Like he’d known Damian for years.

Like he really was here just to profess his eternal love and marry him on the spot.

…Curious.

Suddenly, a hand was on Damian’s shoulder, and he turned to find Richard above him, watching Jonathan as he tugged Damian back to his seat.

Talia began speaking to Jonathan, Bruce adding a word or two, as Richard and Damian sat back down. That look was gone from Jonathan’s face now, back to business as the queen set a time for him to return the next day to spend time with her son.

“…First impression?” Damian murmured to his brother. He felt himself twitching every so often, when Jonathan would glance his way.

“Honestly? Suspicious.” Richard returned. “I’ll need to look deeper into this history he’s claiming. See if Father and I can get a hold of Clark. Find out about the status of Krypton.” Richard paused, then looked over at him. “Are you honestly interested in him?”

Damian shrugged. “If not for love, then for my personal entertainment.”

“That’s cruel, if he’s genuine.”

“Do you think he is?”

Richard looked back. The knight was bowing to their parents now. Stood, and turned to the two of them to bow again. When he stood upright once more, he gave Damian a wink, then turned to walk back down the aisle and out of the room.

Richard clicked his tongue as Jonathan disappeared out the large door. Glanced at Damian with a sly smile. “…Ask me again after your first date tomorrow.”

Damian groaned and slumped in his throne.

[dhampiravidi]

Jayn sees the way Tim’s comment bites at Dick, and she’s surprised. Dick’s always been known for his sexual prowess, which is only second to his general lethality. She’s not sure why he takes offense to being called a slut, considering that he’s worn the title as a badge of pride for years. And that’s where she miscalculates. 

Something in him snaps, and before she can warn anyone, his hand has lunged forward, just out of view. Jason hisses in pain, louder than he would have if he’d expected the strike, and suddenly his grip on her isn’t as strong anymore. Dick’s speaking so, so gently, the way he used to when they were younger and he was about to punish her for executing a move two hairs away from perfect. That, plus the choking sound Jason makes behind her, shoves hot tears in Jayn’s eyes right as her blood goes cold.

The killer in her, the Owl, automatically begins to assess the situation and strategize. Dick is not very used to her puppeteering ability. She could use her hydrokinesis to effectively paralyze all of his body, save for the hand that holds Jason captive, and get her lover free. They’d have to break Dick’s fingers for the plan to work. Or, she could simply stop Dick’s heart. Physically, it wouldn’t be hard after that. But then, there are too many unknown variables. She used her abilities on Dick when he threatened her at the table, so he might be ready for her to do so again. He could break Jason’s neck the moment he saw violence in her eyes. If she decided to kill him, Bruce (and maybe even Tim and Damian) might decide to kill her, depending on whether they saw his failure as his weakness or hers. She goes through all this in her mind in a matter of seconds. She wants to be strong. She does not want to be Dick Grayson’s pet again, and she is definitely never looking for his approval again. But she can feel Jason’s heartbeat under her skin, and Rye, the friend she came to save, is just inches away. 

Her father’s “We are all you’ll ever need,” said when he took her from her mother, rings in her ears, juxtaposed neatly with his, “Your heart will get you killed. Your head holds your brain,” repeated every time he found her with Jason, icing his bruises.

She will kill Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne herself, later, slowly, when there’s no possible way she can lose and absolutely no kind of collateral damage on the line.

“Okay,” Jayn says softly. She gently moves forward, whimpering when Jason slides out of her. It’s a difficult maneuver, what with how Dick has Jason by the throat, but she manages to do as he asks. She shimmies Dick’s hardness out of his pants and briefs--both of which are, as always, tight enough to show off the Best Ass in Gotham. His cock is blushing a soft red, which would make her smirk if she wasn’t terrified for Jason and Rye. (He probably hasn’t been teased in years, unless he’s let Bruce or Barbara be his dom. No wonder he’s so on edge, she thinks.) Jayn tries to be clever with how she pushes Jason back and away from Dick. And then she sinks onto the Talon, allowing herself to moan. As much as he might hate her, she knows he loves having an effect on whoever he’s fucking. 

“Mmm...so big,” Jayn groans, and it’s not a lie. Jason’s thicker. Dick is longer. Within a few seconds, she’s fully riding him like he asked, bucking her hips as much as she can. It’s hard to keep her eyes open...fuck, it’s been a while since she’s had someone inside her like this...

Tim still feels like he’s winning, like he’s superior, all the way up until Dick gets the upper hand again. The heir to the Drake fortune doesn’t care about the joke his older brother makes--he killed his parents, they deserved what they got, and so does he--but he is angry nevertheless. Angry that Jayn, the girl who everyone refused to forget and never stopped talking about (despite her clear betrayal), let her focus and control slip. Angry that Dick continues to threaten and make eyes at Rye, who does not and will not belong to him. And most of all, Tim is angry that he himself has not become his father’s Talon yet. Tim is going to kill Dick very soon. He might need Jayn’s help, possibly Jason’s too, to do it, but he will. Dick might be good at his job--that’s fine. However, Tim has never enjoyed being second-best. He’d rather Dick beat him to death with a brick than laugh in his face and walk away.

Enjoy your sweet sister’s traitorous cunt, Grayson. This’ll be the last night you ever fuck anyone ever again. I might not even kill you right away. Maybe I’ll just cut off your namesake and watch you bleed all over the--

Then Rye’s moving, and Tim nearly cums right there. It’s an awful shock because Tim has his eyes on the man he’s plotting to murder at the time, instead of that of his fiancée. It takes him back to one of the only times he ever made the mistake of asking Dick to fuck him--and that makes him angrier. Dick had seen him desperate, lonely, weak...well, he wouldn’t see that anymore.

“Faster,” he growls, trying to keep the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice almost nonchalant. But then he realizes that Dick expects anger. Whether Tim takes Rye to his room (where it’s unquestionably safer), gets rough with her (which she probably isn’t ready for), or he just has her do as Dick wants, Tim is going to seem angry. And that’s fine. What he won’t expect is a coordinated, planned-out attack that utilizes the best skills of all the people who want him dead. It won’t be like a ceremonial challenge for the mantle of Robin. It’s going to be like when the Owls felt that it was necessary to replace Hal Jordan as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814: clean, efficient, successful...hm, maybe not clean. 

Tim presses his fingers into Rye’s thighs so hard that he knows he’s leaving bruises, especially as he ruts upward into her. He’ll kiss and ice all of those little injuries, though, once it’s all over. And that will be soon.

Dick wants fucking blood.

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

Dick finding excuses just to get hugs from his sister and brothers.

Dick groans loudly: Ow, Ow.

when Jason looks up at him from across the couch in the Manor library, Dick closes his eyes

Jason chuckles because he catches this: What's wrong, Dickface?

Dick opens his one eye, pouting at Jason: I already told you I broke my arm, Wiing.

which is true, but his arm has gotten better already. nevertheless, he continues his drama.

Jason: Want me to get you anything for the arm?

Dick opens both of his eyes now, grinning like an idiot: If we sit beside each other, I'm sure I'll feel better.

Jason: You are such a boy scout, Goldie.

Jason stands up with the book on his hand and sits beside Dick which is still far for Dick's liking.

Dick scoots closer to Jason, their arms hitting. after a few seconds, Dick leans even closer and glances at the book that Jason is reading, purposely nudging Jason's arm.

Dick: Watcha reading, Little Wing?

Jason scoffs but he smiles: I know what you're doing, Dick.

Dick: Which is?

Jason: Sheesh, Dickie. If you want a hug, just let me know.

Dick: You're so smart, Little Wing!

Dick wraps his good arm around Jason, trying his very best, with his one arm and with Jason's large frame.

Jason rolls his eyes as he wraps both of his large arms around Dick, carefully avoiding his broken arm.

Dick ends up sleeping with his head on Jason's shoulder. Jason continues to read until Dick would wake up to avoid disturbing his older brother's rest.

Does Dick need to keep pulling out the broken arm strategy? Yes.

Dick: Ow. Ow. *pretends to sniffle and looks at Tim who is at the batcomputer typing something*

Tim turns his chair around: Hey. That arm really hurting, huh?

Dick pouts: Very much so, Timmy. I can't even scratch my back.

Tim takes a sip from his coffee mug before walking to Dick: I got it.

Dick bites his lips to avoid from smiling. This dork doesn't even need his younger brother to scratch his back, but he's so extra.

Tim reaches for Dick's back and before he knows it, Dick is leaning forward and puts his chin on the top of Tim's head.

Dick: Thank you, Baby Bird.

Tim smiles because he knows what Dick is doing. Tim wraps his arms fully around Dick's waist, giving a warm hug to his older brother. Dick hugs back.

Tim: Like I said, I got you, Dick.

Dick: You always do.

Dick peers at the entrance of the dancing room in the Manor, where Cass is currently practicing her routine for her ballet presentation next week.

when Cass is done with a routine, Dick is grinning widely and clapping loudly.

Dick: Wow! Well done, Cass.

Cass bashfully smiles and motions for Dick to come in.

Dick: Are you done practicing for today?

Cass nods.

Dick: Are you tired already? Maybe you can teach me a few steps.

Cass raises her brow : You dance?

Dick: As long as it's with you.

Cass nods enthusiastically and she teaches Dick a few of the ballet moves, the simple ones, which are mostly twirling and such. And how is Dick an acrobat when he keeps falling on his butt? Was he doing this on purpose?

Cass laughs and offers an arm to Dick. Dick takes it and wraps his arm on Cass's back when he stands up.

Dick: Guess I'm clumsy on the dance floor.

Dick doesn't take his arm off Cass by the time they arrive at the door of her bedroom. Cass looks at Dick's arm and then at his face. Cass knows.

before entering her room, she hugs Dick and Dick automatically complies by tightly hugging back.

they were at the movie room, watching The Lion King when Damian received a text from Dick, who was just here a few minutes ago beside him. and the text was just a hug emoji? Damian wonders why the random text from his older brother.

after a few minutes, Dick re enters the movie room with popcorn and cookies and soda.

Damian: Why the random text, Richard?

Dick has the audacity to act oblivious: Huh? *he sits down beside his brother and offers the other container of popcorn* Oops, must be a wrong sent, Dami.

Damian leaves it be. Damian is already aware that Dick always pulls him close whenever they get to hang out, but he senses that the message was for him.

by the time the movie credits are rolling, Damian hugs his older brother because he knows. Dick is taken by surprise, but his heart is warm because he felt like hugging Damian tonight. if he's being honest, it's always.

Damian: Thank you for the movie, Richard.

Dick tightens his arms around his brother's little form: Thank you, Dami.

Damian: And I know the message was intended for me.

Dick laughs and pretends he doesn't know what his little brother is talking about.

[w00wzerz]

The Final Chapter - The Proposal!

Merry Christmas everyone! Here is a gift from me to you, the final chapter of my three part series, A Grayson Family Christmas! That you can read here on Tumblr and on AO3 here - I hope you all enjoy!

Tim awoke from his sleep to the abrupt impact of silk white pillows aggressively meeting his head. An agitated groan escaped his lips as he stretched his arms refreshingly, allowing the motion to soothe his limbs that cracked loudly through the room.

The not so subtle snickers of his brother’s Gar and Conner were hard to miss, their voices trailed aloud like an abrasive ambush between two wild animals. They stood right above his bedside, with a pillow still latched tightly in Gar’s hand.

“Woof!” Krypto leaped onto Tim’s bed, planting long wet kisses onto his forearm to soften his weak spot - his face.

Conner watched excitedly with a wide grin plastered onto his face at Tim who quickly shielded his face with the crease of his elbow to soften Gar’s next blow.

“What are you still doing asleep man?” Gar asked innocently, his words laced heavily in excitement. His body rocked in anticipation while he counted the minutes he needed to pace himself, waiting for just the right moment to strike his brother again.

“Yea dude, it’s Christmas!” Conner added, while immediately rushing to snatch the sheets from above Tim’s body. However, in one swift motion, Tim instantly slid beneath the blankets, bum rushing Gar head on, with an attack from two silk pillows directly to his face. Conner huffed out a loud laugh at the scene. He chuckled while picking up a stray pillow that had just landed on the ground from Gar’s head and wasted no time joining in on the fun.

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“Good Morning beautiful.” The soothing tone of Dick’s voice lingered through Kory’s ears like a soft melody that she wanted to play on forever. Her lips curled into a glorious smile when she turned her body to face the man of her dreams, allowing her stomach to tie in knots as they normally did any time she was anywhere near his proximity.

Dick’s brown eyes slowly scaled the features of his beautiful extraterrestrial girlfriend. He simply marveled at the sight of her big, bright red hair, that cradled her face like a wrapped egg in an Easter basket. Dick moved to trail his fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder, teasing him through the thin strands of her velvet night dress.

The sleek appearance of her dark brown skin glistened in the stray sunlight that peeked through the crack of the blinds like the world’s finest piece of art. This intrigued Dick further when he allowed his nose to gladly take in the scent of her expensive shea butter perfume. He was fully captivated by the allure of her deep green eyes that watched him patiently while she rested snugly beside him.

“How long were you awake?” She asked curiously, nervously gnawing on the inside of her bottom lip.

“Not too long,” he lied.

Dick had stayed up all night, unable to find even a wink of sleep. While he rested his shirtless body beside an incredibly exhausted Kory who had drifted off into a deep slumber, he constantly fought and failed at his attempts to fight off the ponderous nature of his mind - that simply refused to settle on the perfect scenario for how he was going to propose to Kory.

Ever since yesterday’s festivities, when everyone stood cheerfully, watching as Rachel lit the giant orange star at the very top of the Christmas tree - Dick had come to the conclusion that for the first time in his life, he had finally obtained a real family. However, he yearned to finalize the deal by officially asking to take the hand of his long time girlfriend, Kory, in marriage.

“It’s Christmas!” She cheered happily with her soft voice as low as a whisper.

“Yea,” Dick huffed out a quick sigh, allowing a slight smile to inch his pink lips whilst he gestured a small nod over to the sound of the boys tussling in the other room. “I can hear the kids' rough housing already.”

“I’m happy for them you know,” Kory grinned, her eyes now completely engulfed in his brown scapes, “I bet they’re probably so excited to see what their papa Dick has got for them.”

He shrugged his shoulders in response, “Maybe.”

Dick softly grappled his hands around Kory’s waist, flipping her with ease atop his body. He flashed a bright smile at the innocent squeal that escaped her lips as she allowed his hands to position her right at the center of his groin.

“Oh, getting bold are we?” Kory chuckled softly as she moved to run her fingers over the dark brown, curly hair that seasoned Dick’s chest.

A groan crept from the back of his throat when he demanded eagerly, “Kiss me.”

This caught Kory off guard, she was used to Dick’s assertiveness on the field however, in bed - she was the woman in charge. She tilted her head slightly and cocked an intrigued brow, smirking at the pleasure of his hips wiggling beneath her. Kory knew that he wanted to take her, but she was not about to give in that easily.

“A kiss?” She asked softly, placing her hands on either side of him. Kory leaned forward rocking her hips ever so slightly.

Dick moaned loudly, tightening his grip around her waist; his body tingled pleasurably, responding instantly to Kory’s maneuvers.

“Oh you like that?” With her voice as smooth as silk, it melted like butter through Dick’s ears as she began to buck her hips wildly, gradually increasing her speed and exciting herself in the process.

Kory could feel Dick’s excitement beneath her, which pushed her to finally cave in, allowing Dick to retake his control and pull her in his grasp. They locked lips once more - Dick wasted no time removing the blankets between them, allowing it to land promptly onto the ground before flipping Kory onto her backside once more.

Kory’s pants grew wilder, anxious for Dick to lead her to pure ecstasy.

“Take it,” Kory whispered breathlessly while quickly lacing her fingertips through the straps of her night dress, gliding it off her shoulders with ease. She buckled her knees beneath her, gesturing for Dick to peel her out of the silk fabric.

A sly smirk crept it’s way up her lips as she watched Dick’s brown eyes narrow intensely at her request. His gaze was earnest, filled with a glowing passion that Kory couldn’t wait to tame.

And so she did.

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Donna and Rachel both sat crisscrossed by the fireplace, their holiday themed mugs filled semi - perfectly to the brim with steaming hot coffee. They sat peacefully, marvelling at the bright Christmas tree standing tall above them.

“You know, I think this might be the prettiest decor we’ve done yet,” Rachel scoffed, eyeing Donna as she tilted the mug to her lips, allowing the fresh steam to brush her face before taking a sip.

Donna’s shoulders bounced when she shrugged gently, completely taken away by the sight. This came as a surprise for her, seeing that she’d normally have a smart remark on stand by for anything that was even remotely touched by Dick and Kory, but for once in a long time, she was absolutely speechless.

“I can tell you,” she began, resting the mug onto the inner thigh of her gray sweats, “it is a much better sight than last year’s.”

“Hell yeah!” Rachel beamed a grin, nodding her head slightly at the remark as she turned to fixate her sights onto the crowd of laughter that trailed from Tim’s bedroom door, just down the hall. She could hear the cheerful giggles amongst the guys and wondered just what kind of shenanigans they were up to.

Donna followed Rachel’s gaze, turning her head in the same direction, she arched an intrigued brow as her gaze tagged between Rachel and Tim’s room like a game of ping pong. Just as she had peeled her mouth open to highlight the elephant in the room, a loud creak from Dick’s bedroom door snatched the words from her lips.

Kory exited first, dressed comfortably in Dick’s oversized black knit turtleneck sweater that clung to her hips and hung low to her knees, similar to a sexy, form-fitted dress. With an arm fully working in her messy flame of hair, she tucked it into a bun allowing tiny curls to fall from either side of her head, whilst she strutted her long brown legs into the living room - consuming it with her favorite warm vanilla bean perfume.

“Good Morning everyone!”

“I see someone enjoyed their Christmas Eve,” Donna smirked, pushing herself up from the ground to join her friend in the kitchen.

Kory flashed a confident grin, revealing her bright pearly whites, “I sure did,” she sang, “Rachel, you’re up early … Where are the boys?”

“It’s almost 1 pm,” Donna interjected sarcastically, influencing a quick glance from Kory’s dim green eyes which caused Donna to immediately draw a zipper across her lips and throw away the key.

Kory folded her arms across her chest in a very Dick like fashion, mimicking the love of her life as she rested her back onto the kitchen counter. Donna scoffed at the blatant parallels when she nudged her friend gently, tilting her head over to a disheartened Rachel still criss crossed on the ground.

“I’m surprised you were able to survive this long with Donna chatting your ear off.” Kory giggled - her light fluffy tune fading slowly into oblivion at Rachel's lack of reaction.

“I think she feels a bit left out from the boys you know?” Donna covered her mouth with a free hand, diluting her voice to a whisper she continued, “especially with the whole Gar fiasco last year, she probably just wants her brother back.”

“Hmm,” Kory nodded in response with her mind swarming heavily in deep thought.

Christmas only ever came around once a year and was practically the only time when the entire family came together - clearing time out of their oh so busy schedules to express their genuine love for one another. Plus, seeing hat it was only the second year in a row that they’ve all celebrated together, Kory hoped to carry on this tradition for a lifetime.

“Boy’s get out here, now!” Donna hollered, running an arm through her loose, dark, strands, her patience was growing thin on everyone deciding to separate on this particular holiday. It was her plan from the start to engage in a festive celebration with the family for once, with absolutely no hiccups - and she certainly intended to live up to that promise.

“What’s all the hollering about?” Dick groaned irritatedly.

He emerged from his bedroom slowly, clinging tightly onto a rectangular, last minute gift that appeared freshly wrapped in gold and red paper. His bright green ugly sweater simply highlighted the room with each step. The bedazzled ornament lights connected in a zig zag fashion, leading from his torso up to the back of his neck, lighting in a colorful pattern.

Tim lead the line down the hallway to the kitchen with Gar and Conner following behind.

“Who let one of Santa’s elves loose?” Gar chuckled loudly, invoking a wave of laughter from everyone in the room. He quickly raced to meet Dick by the tree, still pointing at the monstrosity of a sweater.

“Whoa!” Kory’s green eyes widened at the sight as she cheered excitedly, “it looks even better than I thought.”

“Now that's what I call the Christmas spirit!” Donna exclaimed.

The return of Rachel’s kiddish grin and the sharp sparkle in her eyes instantly caught the attention of Kory as she witnessed the drastic shift in her mood from five minutes ago. She turned her head to face Donna who simply shrugged nonchalantly.

Rachel used her arms for boost and promptly pushed herself up from the ground, moving swiftly to join Conner and Tim by the kitchen entrance.

“So what was all of that five minutes ago?” Kory whispered questionably, arching a curious brow.

“What?” A big smile crept its way onto Donna’s lips when she said, “I love being right.”

“Well,” Kory nodded slightly, her bun bouncing along with each movement, “you know she’d never admit it, but she does love those idiots.” She gleamed with her eyes still scanning over Dick’s festive ensemble.

“Laugh all you want,” Dick began, his cheeks flushed a full pink tint while he impulsively strung a tune with his fingertips over the red ribbon on the box. “I think I look good! Right hun?”

“Damn right!” Kory shouted in agreement as she exaggeratingly hyped up her man, like a soccer mom losing her shit for her kid on the field.

Donna cleared her throat quite loudly when the room fell into a lingering silence.

“Well,” Dick clapped, motioning for the gifts beneath the tree, “who’s ready to open up some presents?”

Conner raised an arm eagerly, “Oo oo me!”

While Rachel, Tim and Gar beamed, “We are!”

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The kids and Krypto rushed to sit beneath the tree while Donna rested her legs quite comfortably on the living room couch, stretching as far as she could to claim the entire seat as her own.

Kory and Dick scavenged through the pile of gifts, handing them out one by one like roll call at school.

Once everyone had each received their fair share of gifts, Dick began to quickly fish through his pockets for his phone to record the looks on his kids faces. As he anxiously pressed record the lens immediately gravitated to Kory’s bright green eyes that instantly widened when she saw the phone.

“Would you like to start us off, beautiful?” A sly smirk inched Dick’s pink lips as Kory’s cheeks flushed instantly. Her fingertips fiddled with her loose strands like a smitten highschool girl when she parted her lips to speak.

“Well yes, it’s finally Christmas in the Grayson family household! I’m pretty freaking excited!” Are you kids excited?” She hollered, motioning for Dick to face the camera over to the kids.

“Yeah!” They screamed excitedly.

“I don’t think I caught that,” Donna chimed, inching out her ear with her free hand.

“Me neither,” Dick’s shrugged, “are you guys ready or what?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Now that’s more like it!” Kory clapped anxiously.

“Woof!” Krypto barked, scurrying over to Dick with an unpackaged bag of dog bites resting firmly between his jaws.

“Hey boy!” Dick leaned forward tussling for the bag to open. He lightly tossed his phone over to Donna, chuckling when it landed smack dab in the center of her belly.

Donna picked up the phone and continued to record the moment.

“No way!” Tim exclaimed, furrowing his brows at a pair of clear white VR headsets attached to a list of games compatible for it. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I’ve practically begged my parents for one of these for years, but they were never able to afford it!”

Dick’s huffed his chest, releasing a satisfied sigh, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Aww,” Kory cooed, when Tim rushed to pull Donna in for a hug, “I don’t know how you did it, but thank you!”

Donna’s heart fluttered as she returned the hug, squeezing Tim as tight as she could. It was no secret that Donna had spent the most time with Tim, so she was ultimately Dick’s connection to his parents and family back in Gotham. All it took was a quick phone call and a bit of web surfing to get a hold of them and crack the case. It was quite a load of work, but she wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

Kory moved swiftly beside Dick, resting a palm on his shoulders and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, “you are something else.” She grinned, gently resting her chin between his neck - instantly activating his sweet spot.

“I have a special gift for you later,” Dick whispered seductively below a growl, “If you don’t mind waiting a bit longer to open it?” He arched a malicious brow which evoked fluffy giggles from Kory, who simply nodded at his query.

Rachel cheered happily at the sight of her new dark purple cloak and matching dagger earrings. She wasted absolutely no time wrapping it around herself, grinning from ear to ear.

Kory whistled lightly, immediately catching the attention of Rachel. She pointed to her very own pair of golden dagger earrings that swayed freely from her ears and matched the very same pair that Rachel had received.

“Now we’re twins!” Kory held out her hands for Rachel who practically lunged in her arms, causing an airy laugh to escape from Kory. They swayed back and forth in a rocking motion while Donna grinned widely behind the camera catching the entirety of the scene.

Meanwhile, Conner smiled approvingly to himself at his new SuperBoy T - shirt that was upgraded by a bit of craftsmanship on the artistic font. It was about time for him to retire the old one anyway.

Gar leaped for joy at his new Nintendo Switch games, it was his plan to return to them right after the gift unwrapping so he could connect it to his PC and play with the guys.

“Alright, I guess I’m going to end the recording now since everyone’s already opened up their gifts -“

Donna paused when Dick’s eyes widened at her suggestion.

“Hold that thought.” In only a matter of seconds he raced to his bedroom challenging the speed of the Flash, returning with a tall, golden wrapped rectangular box in his hand.

“Wow!” Donna studied the box, attempting to piece together in her mind what exactly could be in it. She stood from her seat cautiously, weighing it out on her hands as she tilted the box from each palm in a continuous motion.

“Hm, it seems light enough.”

Dick and Kory watched in anticipation, calculating the very moment when she unhooked the clip from the side of it and revealed a surfboard in complete Wonder Girl fashion.

“Dick, you idiot!” Donna screamed excitedly, marvelling at the extreme designs on the board. It was always her dream to travel to California, allowing the cool timid breeze to blow through her hair while she caught the intense waves. Dick knew this, she was stunned that he even still remembered.

She eagerly pulled him in for a tight embrace that lasted for what seemed like hours, pulling away only when he tapped her back frantically begging for air.

“Oh sorry,” Donna laughed sheepishly, playfully rolling her eyes at Kory’s loud snickers from the back.

“I really didn’t expect this Dick, thanks.”

“Well of course Donna, you’re family!”

“Ok everyone!” Kory called for the attention of all the kids, “on the count of three I want everyone to scream Merry Christmas for the camera alright?”

They all hustled beneath the tree, grinning from ear to ear.

“1.”

“2.”

“Woof!”

“Merry Christmas!”

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After a wonderful evening Christmas feast served by Uber eats, considering how everyone feared Kory and Donna’s cooking - it seemed like the better option. The kids plus Donna had all dispersed back into their rooms to crash for the night, leaving Kory and Dick alone, on the ground by the fireplace.

They sat in silence, with a glass of Rosé in hand, Dick scaled his eyes over Kory, studying her, pacing in his mind whether to pull out the ring.

Kory rested her head on the arm of the sofa, returning Dick’s intense gaze. Her fingertips tapped a soft tune on the glass while she tilted it to her lips for a quick sip.

“So Kory,” Dick began nervously.

“Hm?”

“You are so beautiful,” he smiled sheepishly, lowering his head in utter disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the words were so close, yet so far at the same time.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while now.” His words lingered into obscurity as his fingers continuously fidgeted with the purple casing in his back pocket.

Kory furrowed her brows in concern, she perked her body forward, straightening her legs to face Dick properly as she rested her glass of wine on the ground beside her. “What is it?”

Dick swallowed hard one last time before finally tightening the grip onto the engagement ring and pulling it out before her.

Kory gasped loudly as her mouth hung agape at the gorgeous ring before her. She covered her mouth with her hands, watching Dick position himself onto one knee.

“I know this isn’t what you’re used to on Tamaran,” Dick chuckled shyly, running a free hand through his loose strands before continuing.

“I have lived my life alone and abandoned, as if each day was a recurring deja vu. There was no light for me, no glimmer of hope, no happiness until I met you. I have been the happiest these past years with you, Donna and the kids than I’ve been my entire life! I have fallen for your beautiful soul, incredibly smart mind and endless heart,” Dick sighed to combat the single tear that had slipped from his eye.

Kory, swiped for her own tears that now began to free fall.

“I wake up every morning anticipating the warmth from your body beside me and I panic just by the thought of you not being there. I want to spend every minute of the rest of my life with you Kory. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife.”

Kory sniffled happily, allowing a beautifully wide grin to play about her face as she nodded frantically, “yes, yes!”

Kory immediately pounced on Dick, the impact causing him to crash onto the ground, laughing in excitement. He released a large sigh as if he had held his breath during the entire proposal.

He pulled the ring from the box, gliding it with ease over Kory’s ring finger. Kory squealed at the huge purple diamond glistening in the Christmas lights.

“You have Rachel to thank for that, the girl’s got taste.”

“You’re damn right about that,” Kory chuckled, turning to face her fiancé.

Dick was completely smitten, he roamed a free thumb under her eye and swiped at a sly tear that had escaped once more.

It was at that moment as they gazed into one another’s eyes, Kory wanted him to take her - right there by the fireplace. She crashed her lips onto his, feverishly attacking his mouth with her tongue whilst he struggled to meet her pace. Even the silence of the room was loud enough to hear their rugged breaths.

Dick felt inclined to lead the sex tonight and he had pretty much settled on that resolve. So he pulled away promptly with a plop, causing Kory to curl her lips at his rashness.

“I’m in charge tonight,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Kory liked the sound of that, she nestled her hands beneath her sweater pulling it swiftly above her head and tossing it onto the couch. Dick scanned his eyes over her matching pink bra and underwear set. He couldn’t wait to bury his face between her legs and have her scream his name for the entirety of the night.

And so he did.

The end.

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Too Late to Apologize

Hi everyone!!!! This is my first fic since my absence and I hope you all enjoy it! If this fic is well received, I’ll write a part 2 with the “dirty deeds”.

Warnings: Language, Cheating, Heartbreak, Fluff, and Talks of oral sex.

I’d have to be the biggest fool to not see it. Here we are in our big king size bed and we couldn’t we be further apart. I’m lying on my right side and stare at the way his back muscles relax rise and fall with every deep breath. The way he grips his pillow where his head lies facing the other way, I can’t help but wonder if he’s dreaming of her.

Because Dick Grayson sure as hell doesn’t dream about me anymore.

It’s midnight. Dick had taken the night off so we could have a night together. After fast and satisfying sex for only him, he had dozed off before 10:00 leaving me horny and puzzled about what just happened.

Sure, I’ve done everything he likes which only involves a blowjob (with always harsh constructive criticism from him) and having to cum once in my mouth and the other in a condom.

I think about touching myself under the sheets but change my mind considering the urge for a release had suddenly passed.

After a minute of hesitation, I finally crawl over his naked body to get his cell phone that has been lighting up with several text message notifications.

Settling back on my side, I turn away from Dick and unlock his cell phone to access it.

10 unread text messages from Barbara and Kori.

My throat tightens from fear and nerves.

Hey, can you meet up tonight??? I miss you :)

from Barbara

I need you Richard...I need you so much right now.

from Kori

When are you going to tell Y/N you guys are over?? It’s been like three years, babe. Seriously.

from Barbara

I don’t know why you can’t just leave her. She’ll never love you as much as I do. You and I have history, Richard. Y/N would never keep you happy.

from Kori

And come on, you know that I’m always down to do anything you want. She’s such a prude!

from Barbara

If you come over tonight, I’ll let you put your penis anywhere in me...is that dirty enough for you?

from Kori

I exit out of his text messages because I can’t read anymore. The tears behind my eyes sting like fuck and threaten to fall, but I don’t want to waste any of them on someone like Dick.

The truth settles in bitterly for me. Of course I knew Dick’s entire past of girlfriends and one night stands. He never hid the fact that he’s a charming and irresistible womanizer like his adoptive father Bruce Wayne. Even though I wasn’t a superhero like him, his family, and friends, I knew almost every girl he’s been with.

Barbara Gordon. Batgirl.

Koriand’r. Starfire.

Donna Troy. Wonder Girl.

Zatanna.

Even Raven and Helena Bertinelli aka Huntress.

And what strikes a nerve within me is when I remember Zatanna admitted that every time Dick has a serious girlfriend, he’ll end up seeing another girl behind their back.

Just because he can.

But here I am now. In bed with a sleeping Dick Grayson. Who is secretly seeing two girls behind my back.

The thought disgusts me.

Thank God Dick and I had the brains to remember to always use condoms. I’m even on the pill; and always have been since I was a teenager.

As much as I want to cry, wake him up and beat his ass for breaking my heart, and kick him out of my life forever, I know it’s not possible.

Because Dick wouldn’t mind that would he? He probably wouldn’t care to lose me. He...he would find the next girl he’d move in with and start a life with them, only to have the other girl or two on the side to keep him interested and fulfilled.

Why am I not enough for him? What is wrong with just being with me? Does he feel like I’m wasting three years of his life just from being with me?

I slowly climb out of our bed and slip my black skinny jeans on, throw on a faded Van Halen t-shirt, and grab my black Converse before sneaking out of our bedroom. I quickly throw my hair up into a messy bun, pick up my small black backup and leave.

Only a note is what I leave behind, along with my heart, that says,

If I can’t have all of you, then you don’t deserve any part of me. I’m sorry.

Because Dick won’t miss me. He’s dreaming of two girls or maybe more. I’ll never be in any of his dreams now.

***

I find myself walking down the sidewalk during the constant icy pouring rain of Gotham. I hadn’t brought my jacket so I’m forced to cross my arms in create some kind of warmth. My teeth chatter and I suddenly wish I didn’t leave Dick’s apartment until morning.

I see my favorite coffeehouse that’s opened 24 hours a block from where I am. I quickly make my way to the crosswalk until strong big hands grab my shoulders from behind.

“BOO!!!!”

I scream in complete horror and whip around only to discover it’s Jason Todd. Laughing his ass off at my scream.

“Jason! What the fuck?!” I yell, slapping his arm repeatedly.

The tallest brother in Dick’s family throws his head back and laughs harder; the kind of laugh straight from the gut that’s real. Having to look up at him because of my short height, I can see the way his body rumbles while chuckling.

Jason finally settles down and his irresistible green eyes shine at mine. He smiles, revealing his white teeth and perfect grin. I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe when my eyes instantly take in his appearance.

It’s no surprise that Jason fucking Todd is hot. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that. He’s extremely built; at just 6’0, he has strong big muscles that would shame any men. His strong jawline can cut anyone. And then there’s his thighs...

Oh no.

What am I doing??!

I can’t fantasize about Dick’s brother! That would make me a whore, right?!

But I can’t help myself at all. My eyes continue to take in the way Jason’s dressed tonight. He’s wearing black pants that define his bulge and thighs. And underneath his tan leather jacket is a tightly muscle fit black t-shirt.

And with the way the rain’s drenching me like a wet rat, the rain sprinkles beautifully over Jason’s face. His dark hair was clearly spiked and styled tonight, but the rain hasn’t flatten it in the least bit.

I’m suddenly thirsty. I might be dehydrated.

“Y/N,” Jason speaks, his smooth, deep, whiskey rough voice snaps me back to reality. I blink a few times.

“Oh! Uh...sorry. I zoned out,” I admit softly. I can feel my cheeks darken in embarrassment.

Jason chuckles lightly. He tilts his head to the coffeehouse. “Let me walk with you. I was heading over there for a cup of coffee anyways.”

“Just for a cup of coffee? It’s past midnight,” I point out, with a raised eyebrow.

“I...I wasn’t exactly having a good night so I just needed to get out,” Jason says, shrugging his shoulders. He smirks at me and quickly takes off his jacket to give it to me. When I don’t reach for it, he puts it on me. His hands stay on my arms and he smiles proudly. “There. You looked freezing and I don’t want you to get sick.”

I stare at him in shock. He takes the opportunity to guide me to the crosswalk. When the coast is clear, he walks beside me. Once we reach the other side, we head straight over to the coffeehouse.

Jason wraps a protective arm around my waist as he opens the door and lets me go inside first. The place is empty, except for a rough middle aged trucker sitting on a stool at the counter. Jason leads me to my favorite spot to sit: the corner booth where the large windows gives me the perfect view to look up at Wayne Enterprises.

He sits across from me. Once we get comfortable, the young fresh-out-of high school waitress comes over to take our order. And she doesn’t even hide the fact that she’s checking out Jason.

“Hi, are you ready to order, handsome?” the bubbly waitress giggles, as she looks at Jason as if he’s God’s greatest creation on earth. And I can’t help but silently agree with her.

Jason smirks and looks away from the waitress and stares at me. “What are you gonna order, sweetheart?”

I swallow hard. His attention on me is new...or has he always looked at me like I’m important and that I matter?

“I’ll uh...I’d like a hot skinny vanilla latte, please, and a blueberry muffin,” I request politely.

“I’ll have the same, except make my coffee regular,” Jason says and focuses his attention back on me.

The waitress huffs in annoyance and heads to the kitchen. Once she’s out of earshot, Jason reaches across to touch my shaking hands on the table.

“You’re still freezing. Come sit next to me.”

“Um, are you sure? I don’t want to get you cold and sick.”

“I rarely get sick. And I love the cold. Come on, Y/N. Dick would kill me if you get pneumonia,” Jason says seriously. He motions me over. “And die.”

I tense up at the mention of Dick. I force myself out of my seat and move over to Jason’s side. He immediately stands up and motions me to scoot in first, as he’ll sit on the end. As I sit down, Jason quickly sits beside me and wraps an arm around me. He rubs my arm soothingly before he rubs my other arm.

His touch is special. I practically feel static shooting throughout my body every time his fingers rub my bare arms to heat me up. I glance up to look at him and immediately notice he’s staring right down at me. His emerald eyes look concerned.

“Something happened with Dick, huh?” Jason asks, his question clearly takes me by surprise.

I hesitate to answer. But his fucking beautiful eyes beg me to respond.

“He’s...cheating on me,” I choke out. I can feel my throat tighten. The fucking tears threaten to fall again. I mentally scream at myself not to. “He’s...he’s seeing Barbara and Kori behind my back. I-I saw their text messages on his phone.”

Jason immediately looks shocked...and pissed off???

“Listen, I know what you’re going to say. I know I shouldn’t have looked through his cell phone, but-but I felt like he was hiding something from me. And it turns out he was,” I say sadly.

“Y/N...” Jason sounds broken at my confession.

“I know I deserve it. I...I wasn’t exactly keeping Dick happy, let alone keeping him satisfied in bed. I really had this coming, didn’t I?” I ask, completely unraveling before Jason. “And do you wanna hear the fucked up part about our sex life? He constantly always criticized me for the way I sucked his cock. Like...I could never do it the way he wanted me to. It’s like, he wanted me to suck his cock like how all his past girlfriends and sluts did it.”

Jason stared down at me in disbelief. He clenches his jaw in anger. I’ve never seen him act this way; mostly around me when it’s just the two of us hanging out. Which is quite rare, actually.

The flirty waitress returns with our coffees and blueberry muffins. She sets them down and walks away quickly with a pout. Jason still pays no attention to her.

“He was always like, ‘Y/N, swallow more of my cock,’ ‘I told you to relax your fucking throat, Y/N,’ and especially, ‘why the hell can’t you deep throat me?! What the hell’s wrong with you?! Stop gagging! Stop crying! Can’t you follow my fucking instructions?!’ Its like, I tried my hardest with him. I really did. But...sometimes I think it was just something that’s too difficult for me to do when he never even tried my requests in bed,” I reveal, my cheeks must be red like roses. I’m almost too shy to tell him, but a part of me wants to do it.

“What are your requests in bed?” Jason breathes out.

There’s no going back now. I’m too far gone with him. “He never...went down on me,” I admit quietly.

“HE NEVER ATE YOU OUT?!?!”

“Jason! Quiet down!” I hiss out.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just...very shocked to hear this,” Jason says dramatically, and even clenches his chest where his heart is. He then straightens up and really looks offended. “That is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard that’s come out of your mouth, sweetheart.”

I reach out for my coffee and sip. The heat warms my mouth and body. “Why do you think that? Dick said pussies are always ‘too wet’ and sometimes the smell bothers him, even though I never complained that his cock lacks girth,” I say.

Jason gasps dramatically again, and wraps his arm tightly around me. He looks me straight in the eye and I’m suddenly drawn to whatever he’ll say to me...

Or do to me.

“Jesus Christ, doll! Listen to me. I can honestly tell you that nothing is more sexy than a girl’s pussy. God,” Jason pauses to close his eyes. He appears to be imagining a woman’s vagina because he hums in pleasure. When he opens his eyes, he immediately looks...horny. “You know, I can actually get off by just eating a girl out. Nothing is sexier and tastier than a wet, tight, and delicious looking pussy. Just the natural smell and taste is truly divine. If I had the perfect girl and her pussy in front of my face, I wouldn’t fucking hesitate to eat it. I’d eat it every day if I could!”

Jason’s words shock me to my core. My panties dampen with fresh slick. I desperately wish he could show me exactly what he would do now.

“And don’t listen to dick face, Y/N. I bet you suck cock real good. You just haven’t had the perfect, big cock you deserve,” Jason says, before he kicks his lips. His eyes darken with animalistic lust. “What do you say we...show each other what we could do with our mouths, sweetheart?”

I would be a fucking idiot if I say no. And without a second thought, I answer truthfully. “Yes, please.”

[gaeilgeoirgay]

“You Have To Let Go”

Whumptober has arrived! Here’s my contribution for Day One

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six minutes and sixteen seconds of a lifetime lived

“Jay, it’s okay. You’ve been so strong, Little Wing, but you have to let me go.” Dick says, a heartbreaking smile on his face as he gazes steadily up at Jason. “No fucking way, Goldie. That drop's gotta be near 3,000 feet- I ain’t letting you fall.” He responds roughly, swallowing back the lump in his throat. He doesn’t have time for tears.

He knows Dick is right though. His arms are burning and the rock beneath his fingertips is weakening. Either he lets Dick go and pulls himself up, or both of them fall to their deaths. The rapids are churning beneath them, angry water screaming against the rocks.

The day had started out so well- they’d been following a particularly vicious group of metahuman traffickers for months now, and they’d finally caught up to the leaders. They had released three dozen prisoners who were being kept in a sprawling underground compound built beneath a Venezuelan village so small it didn’t even have an official name.

The prisoners had stolen one of the big Arctic trucks the traffickers owned while Dick and Jason had led them on a merry chase through the jungle. But at some point, their luck had run out and a fortuitous strike from one of the miniature missiles at the traffickers disposal had crumbled the cliff face the two vigilantes are now hanging from.

They have mere minutes before either the ledge Jason is clinging to gives out or his hand does and the traffickers aren’t far behind but there’s no way he’s dropping his brother.

Dust and pebbles skitter down the side of the cliff and land in Jason’s hair, his helmet having been sacrificed as an explosive seven miles back. The ledge is getting smaller and he’s constantly adjusting his grip, but his other hand is tight around Dick’s wrist and he’s not planning on loosening it.

“Jay, both of us don’t have to die. Let go, Jay. I don’t want you to die.” Dick says softly and Jason growls. “What part of no didn’t you understand? If we fall, we fall together, but I’m not letting you go.” He snarls back.

There are voices entering the edge of his hearing and he knows they don’t have long before their adversaries catch up to them. The fall might be kinder, because at least gravity will kill them quick, but if the traffickers capture them, they’ll want to interrogate them and there’ll be a chance to escape.

They could also kill them outright but Jason is trying to be optimistic. This day has gone to complete and utter shit, surely it’s not too much to ask for one small thing to go right for them. It would be absolutely superb if they could just not die. Jason’s done it once before and so has Dick- neither of them would recommend it.

Wait. Superb. Super. “Dick, I know what to do.” He hisses down at his brother, trying to keep his voice quiet in case the traffickers are close enough to hear him. “That’s great, because I have no clue how we’re getting out of this. No way am I letting you die again, Hood, so it better not involve some sort of self-sacrificial bullshit.” Dick replies and despite himself, Jason laughs.

“Nah, that’s your thing. And we will definitely be talking about your willingness to die on this mission, because I can’t believe one of us didn’t think of this before. What if we just call one of the Supers? We can stall long enough for them to reach us, you know we can.” Jason explains quietly and Dick gapes back up at him.

“That is the best idea you’ve ever had! Clark, Connor we could use a bit of help ASAP.” Dick says, wasting no time. He keeps muttering their names, interspersed with their location and situation so Jason mimics him.

“Superman, we’re in South Venezuela, hanging off the side of a cliff, three thousand feet up, so we’d appreciate an assist before we fall to our untimely deaths.” He says, slightly snarky, but sue him, he’s in imminent danger of dying. Dick mock glares at him and Jason snorts despite himself. It’s an ugly sound and if they were safe in the Manor, they’d be bent double laughing.

The voices are above them now and Jason knows if he looks up, the traffickers are probably peering down at them. A laugh confirms his suspicion- apparently they find something funny in the two vigilante’s predicament.

“Do we need both of them? One of ‘em will be hard enough to keep locked up, I’m not keen on two.” One trafficker muses, his accent distinctly American. Jason curses in his head at that, because if he’s American, there’s more chance he’ll know about their exploits and Jason hates it when captors take Bat-worthy precautions. They’re still only human after all no matter how skilled they are.

“Boss says we only need one.” Another minion reports after a comm crackle. Clearly, they’ve consulted with this boss and they’ve decided that only one of them gets to live. Well that’s just great. Jason has plans upon plans to deal with capture but if the traffickers decide to shoot one of them now, there’s nothing he can do.

“Wait, not yet.” One man says after Jason hears the noise of a gun being unholstered. There are discontented grumbles before the man continues. “That one, Red Hood, he’s the only thing between his brother and death, aren’t ya, Hood?” He says, addressing Jason who remains stone silent. If they want his second last words, they’ll be sorely disappointed. Those will go to Dick.

“So, what if we just…..” The man trails off before there’s a crack from his gun and blinding pain in Jason’s left shoulder. It hurts, fire shooting through his arm and he screams unthinkingly. He instinctively tries to lessen the weight on his injured arm…. the arm connected to the hand Dick is clinging to.

No! No, no, no, no! He had sworn he wouldn’t let go, not of Dick, not of his brother but he has, he has.

Dick’s hand slips through his and Jason tries frantically to grab hold of him, to stop his fall but he’s too late, fingertips just brushing Dick’s hand. His brother falls, plummeting out of Jason’s grasp, the last Flying Grayson dying the same way as the rest of his family did.

And all Jason can do is watch as Dick falls to his death, the burning pain in his shoulder nothing compared to the agony of losing the one person he always knew he could depend on. Even when Jason was Pit-mad and seething, hating the world and his brother both, he knew that Dick would drop everything to save someone he loved.

All the times Dick has caught him and Jason couldn’t return the favour the one fucking time he needed to. His brother is dead and it’s his fault.

The traffickers are laughing above him and he should feel angry. When Dick died the first time, Jason had been furious, vowing revenge on Luthor and putting bullets in everyone who crossed his path. Now…. The traffickers may have caused the wound but Jason is the one who let go. Jason is the one who let the best goddamned person in the world die.

They’re talking now about hauling Jason up the cliff-face and then interrogating him but he’s not listening. They want him dead? Good, so does he. It’s only fitting that he die again the same he killed his brother.

So Jason does what Dick had asked him to do, fifteen minutes and an eternity before. He lets go.

(he falls for four minutes and fourteen seconds. he remembers thinking that the bomb had been set for sixteen seconds. in a way, he’s annoyed that they’re not the same. it doesn’t matter anyways because connor kent catches him and clark kent caught dick. they’re alive but there was a brief time where jason todd and dick grayson did not exist in the same world and he will never forget those six minutes and sixteen seconds. they’re burned into his brain the same way they were in Ethiopia, and he will never get them out. six minutes and sixteen seconds; a lifetime lived.)

[hyunrun]

Dream SMP/Batfam

This is my reasoning for connections between Dream SMP members and the Bats. This was all just for fun, but feel free to give feedback if you’d like! And do say if I’ve made a mistake. I haven’t done everyone, so if there’s anyone else you’d like me to do, lemme know! Please read, I spent a good while on this :D

Batman (Bruce Wayne)/Technoblade: Technoblade's Dream SMP origin story starts with his parents dying, so the backstory fits. He swears to kill all orphans because of the way they killed his parents (Similar to the way Bruce wanted to stop crime from running rampant in Gotham). Techno is also, technically, an orphan as Bruce was. I've always imagined Bruce's voice to be kinda like Techno's, especially that monotone tone he uses, and especially when he's Batman and not Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne is -Bat-man and Technoblade is a pig, need I elaborate? Both of them seem to stay up till ungodly times of the day, and I'm sure their sleep schedules are never on the same clock as anyone else's, Bruce's because of his vigilante lifestyle and Techno because... well, he's a Minecraft YouTuber. Both of them have a father figure, although not biological. They also have a friendly rivalry with a fellow content creator/hero (Cough Dream/Superman cough). We say Dick/Wilbur is dramatic, but you can't possibly mean to tell me Batman/Technoblade isn’t subtly more dramatic. They practically invented being dramatic in their respective businesses.

Alfred Pennyworth/Philza Minecraft: Is the father figure to Batman/Technoblade. Is really a force of chaos but everyone pictures them as a soft, loving dad because we all have parental issues and we need more father figures. Both of them are very badass in their own ways. Old and British. Here's a parallel I thought was pretty cool. Philza had been building up his hardcore world for 5 years before he died. It was like his home disappeared in front of his eyes as he fell away from his life. I'm not sure which continuity/arc this is from (Please do not hate on me, I am but a small child) bUT I do know that Alfred died of a heart attack/stroke at the same time the Wayne Manor was destroyed. His home was destroyed as he died. Just as Philza's had been.

Damian Wayne/TommyInnit: Is never really loved by anyone at first glance (From the fandoms). Tommy's the loud, annoying one, Damian's the grouchy, haughty one. But everyone eventually gravitates towards their characters later on. Their families were wary of them at first but grew to love them. Both of them are the youngest, and generally angriest child. Both are not American, Tommy being British and Damian, Arabic. They both have ICONIC mothers. MotherInnit is a queen, we all know this. If she can handle Tommy, she can handle absolutely anything. Talia Al Ghul has a reputation of her own right, and while she hasn't quite the pristine repertoire, she definitely strikes a strong mark on people. Now, this is a dumb connection between the two, but hair!! Tommy’s seems nice and floofy while Damian's is generally drawn spiky, and I think that's a cool contrast. Their love for pets is also important to note. Tommy's the one that's known for starting wars over the deaths of his pets, and it's easy to know that Damian wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone if they did anything to Titus or Batcow. It’s been shown on multiple occasions that he loves his pets a lot.

Jon Kent/Tubbo_: Best friends with Tommy/Damian. Do not try to argue that Jon and Damian aren't best friends because come onnn. And PLEASE do not take this as a dumb excuse to ship Tommy and Tubbo, as I know people ship Dami and Jon. Both are the embodiment of chaos wrapped in kindness, and both are definitely the more stable of their friendship with the other gremlin children. I am confident that both would probably refer to their parents as mother and father dearest. You cannot convince me otherwise. Tubbo has already done so, and Jon would never disrespect his parents, so this would obviously be the next best alternative for when he is upset by them. Jon’s powers fluctuate upon shifts in emotion and he can’t really control his powers, like the shifting of Tubbo’s alter egos. We never know when Toob or Big Law will creep out of the shadows.

Dick Grayson/Wilbur Soot: (Second) most dramatic in the family, though perceived as the drama queen because of their boisterous personalities. The one that was probably a theatre kid in school. The lighthearted one that keeps everyone cheerful, but also the one with the easiest path to a horrid descent into madness. They have a flair for drama, the glitter and sparkles to Batman/Technoblade’s sombre smoke and haze, which is why they work together so well. The closest family member to Tommy/Damian. Their little brother/big brother dynamics are just impeccable. Both are the most simped for by their respective fanbases (from what I’ve seen). The token pretty boys. Both artistically talented in different ways, with Wilbur’s music and Dick’s acrobatic skills. Also the ones that get constantly shipped with every woman they literally even look at. They also express their dramatic tendencies through their clothes, Dick with his jazzy Discowing suit and Wilbur’s dramatic L’manburg outfit.

Superman/Dream: The OP gods, need I say more? Friendly rivals with Technoblade/Batman. Very often perceived as ‘Perfect’ which they are not, but many refuse to accept that. A funny parallel I drew was the fact that both of them are famous in their own rights, but can just walk around and not get recognised despite millions of people knowing their online/superhero identities. Both are technically not human.

Stephanie (Batgirl/Spoiler)/Sapnap: Both of their names start with S! Not my only reasoning, but I’ll take it into account anyway. Both are basic looking in my head (Blue eyes blonde hair for Steph?? There’s at least 3 other girls that look EXACTLY like her in the nearby DC universes. And Sapnap blends in with every other white boy, though I love him regardless.) but both also have immaculate personalities to make up for it. They’re the most normal people out of all their co-streamers/superheroes in my eyes, also my favourites. (I didn’t realise as I put them together that I loved them most but here we are). They’re both great at dumb banter. They don’t have huge, hilarious bits often or any constant jokes that are pulled on time and time again, but their general atmosphere makes everything seem like a joke. They may not be the best at what they do in their friend groups but are actually really good nonetheless and do not get due credit for their effort and talent sometimes. Has a warring relationship with Damian/Tommy (Sapnap over the pets and Steph and Dami didn’t have the most friendly relationship at the start)

Jason/BBH- Same but opposite but same. Exists to cause chaos. I wouldn’t have associated these two with each other till the Badlands became a thing… but then the Badlands became a thing and I had to. Now, I know that technically Bad doesn’t have a grudge against Techno, but Jason would totally set up a whole empire just to mess with Bruce’s plans, just to get in the way, to instigate, to fan the flames of the fire till he’s driven Bruce to his breaking point. Bad isn’t exactly trying to do that, but he’s only around for the chaos. He’s only here for his own benefit, and he’s only here for that because of the hurt caused to him by the nation he came from. A parallel being Jason causing havoc because of the pain Bruce caused him. Besides, both have a cool red and black colour scheme, and both wear jacket!! Both are also technically not alive (If we're considering BBH as a demon).

Roy Harper/Skeppy: I have absolutely no explanation for this, but it just Fits. Besides, they have cool opposing colour schemes and are best friends with BBH/Jason!!

Aaaand last but not least

Jason/Technoblade: Now you must be thinking But Kaly you already spoke about them! And yes, I did, and they do go really well with their respective characters but I couldn’t simply ignore the connection between these two, so I thought I might as well write about it. Technoblade was an English major (If I remember correctly) before he dropped out to pursue his youtube career. Jason, though this may not be a well-known fact, was a definite literature nerd at school before he met his demise. Their cut off education in English is an interesting parallel to me. Both of them also have destructive tendencies, with Technoblade being an anarchist and Jason periodically running an underground empire to make sure he can do whatever the hell he wants to. They don’t generally care who they hurt on their way to reach their end goal. Jason’s reckless shooting and killing clearly shows this, as he continuously justifies his actions by saying he’s ending crime rather than just making it wait in line for its turn to pop up again, while Technoblade’s release of the withers and excessive use of his firework crossbow clearly shows that the deaths of the residents of L’manburg do not matter to him as long as he abolishes the government.