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[msfantasy-comics]

The BatParent Dynamic

Bruce Wayne x Batmum! Reader

Summary: A fluffy story in which Dick and Jason would climb into bed with you and Bruce.

Nothing was more meditative than listening to the muffled sounds of the crickets chirping, as the cold night air filtered though the high ceiling windows. The opposing warmth exuding from your husbands form as he pulls you in closer. Melting around your napping figure.

His airy breath tickling your ear, nuzzling further into your neck.

He’s taking his time, holding you close, breathing in your scent as he presses chaste kisses to your shoulder slowly waking you from your bliss dream into his blissful arms.

Not a single word is spoken, both just enjoying the romantic lul.

But of course, this is the Wayne Manor, where any number of things can happen that leads to loud and rambunctious events.

“Ma! I need a hug!” Dick shouts outside the door, a quick twist of the door nob and the door is slammed open, destroying any sense of peace within your shared bedroom. “Jason is being Jason again!” Dick jumping into a swan dive, aiming to land in the middle of the bed where you and Bruce are currently huddled.

Bruce quickly slides out of the way leaving Dick to land perfecting in the centre of the mattress, he rolls over wrapping his arms around you. Cheek pressing against your arm making his lips press into a pout just like they always did when he was a young boy clinging to you for comfort.

You look down at your eldest son with a warm smile. Eyes almost sparkling at his cute demeanour, even as an adult, Dick will still be your sweet child.

Bruce, however, is feeling other feelings.

“For some silly reason, I assumed that when you boys grew up. You’d finally stop seeking your mothers comfort. In MY bed.” He grumbles irritatedly which only makes Jason’s hulking figure shake with laughter as he takes a quick snapshot of Dick snuggling up to his parents like the man child he is.

“Seriously bro? You go cryin to ma because I wouldn’t share my sandwich with you?” Jason muffles with a mouth full of bread.

He strides towards your bed, stepping up onto the mattress ignoring Bruce’s refusal to move, he shoves himself into the small space left between Dick and the almighty Batman.

Bruce grumbles irritably as he accepts his fate.

Your heart couldn’t help swelling at the sight of your two grown boys, still behaving like the naughty trouble makers.

You still remember a younger Dick, crawling under your sheets so that he could finally sleep though the whole night without being awoken by his nightmares.

Often the young boy would have reoccurring and vivid nightmares about his parents, and would more often then not, come to your bed seeking comforts.

Slinking up the centre between your sleeping forms, Dick would snuggle up towards you as your sleepy arms encircle around Dicks anxious form.

Whilst Jason was already a grown pre-teen when he came into your home. However, when traveling around South-East Asia, Jason caught an aggressive parasite from stagnant water. He was so Ill and weak, you were too nervous and tired to leave him alone, so he slept between you and Bruce until he made a full recovery.

Now you look at your boys, they both lay between you and Bruce, arguing, elbowing and shoving eachother. You look at your husband sweetly, as if silently discussing how this scene warms your heart.

It’s moments like these, you remind yourself how lucky you are to have such a loving family.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP fanfic Idea: Gotham Gossip

Meta-human rights are a touchy topic in Gotham. While the city is known for Batman's view on them, it's also known for Bruce Wayne's viewpoint.

The Dark Knight did not welcome Metas, while the Light Knight worked tirelessly to employ charities and programs to support Metas. Both men- if Batman was a man- influenced Gotham so intensely that their viewpoints became the face of the public.

Even people outside of Gothman learned what "Are you a Dark pawn or a Light pawn?" meant when it was spoken about during national debates.

Really, it was no surprise that Batman and Wayne got caught up in a rather explosive public argument over the subject. Or rather, Wayne yelled at Batman during a hostage situation when his party boat got taken by a group of masked men.

Thankfully, Batman was able to save everyone on board, and although he didn't stick around to argue with Wayne, it was noted that Batman seemed intrigued by a few of Wayne's passionate rants. A few reporters were excited to point out there may be a chance of growth within the vigilante, but it was overshadowed by gossip rags that used this incident to make up a wild rumor of Wayne being a bitter ex with Batman.

This rumor runs for months, with various people posting online proof of a relationship. It sparks debate and anger, with other people responding by fact-checking and countering the "proof." Eventually, the argument moves away from Meta-human rights and falls into celebrity gossip, which has Wayne steaming.

People ignore his passionate activism to better the lives of Metas, only watching his speeches, marches, protests, and donations to various charities to gain new proof of his nonexistent romance that may or may have been in his early twenties when he mysteriously vanished to see the world.

That's when the video comes out.

A young teenager wrote a song parody of what was happening. A soft acoustic guitar accompanied his short words, accusing the masses of caring more about a wealthy man's pants being on or not than the lives of his people.

This young teenager is Danny Fenton, a known meta from a small town in Illinois. This quickly turned into people attacking the boy, who released another song using the hateful comments as new lyrics.

Wayne reposts one of his sons, claiming it a masterpiece, which is when one fan notices the similarities between the two. She makes a post talking about how Wayne and Fenton could be father and son as a joke, expecting people to take it seriously.

Overnight, the internet finds out that Fenton was, in fact, adopted into his current family after being surrendered at a fire station anonymously. More and more people started to notice the similar features between the rich man and the small-town singer until a video of Fenton using his powers was leaked.

Fenton's power is invisibility. This resembles another well-known Gotham dweller who can appear and disappear through the city's shadows. It's not long before Fenton is being called the love child of Batman and Wayne.

It leads to so much media attention and harassment aimed towards Fenton that Wayne steps in. He offers to take a paternity test to finally put the rumors to rest and let the young boy vanish from the limelight (should he stop writing songs).

The only problem?

The test is positive. Wayne is Fenton's biological son. The whole nation loses their minds when it's leaked by a very regrettable intern at the clinic where the test was done. (To be fair, the intern's email was hacked, so when she scanned the papers for herself, they were able to steal them)

Worse, Joker thinks it would be hilarious to kidnap Wayne's newly discovered son and, on live TV, give him another paternity test against Batman. The clown is laughing hysterically while his men prepare the results, only to become more gleeful when it's a match again.

Fenton is the son of both the Dark Knight and the Light Knight. It matters little that Batman's DNA is slightly messed up, as various people already suspected him of not being human.

This just proves Fenton is not a meta-human but rather half-human and whatever the hell Batman is. Joker is having a ball reading out the results, proclaiming he would help Fenton meet his biological grandparents with his one guarantee.

His words are cut off when Fetnon- unknown to the viewing public- escapes his bonds and swings an axe from the emergency fire station inside the aged wearhouse at Joker's neck. The clown collapses to the ground dead, the boy bathed in his blood, and the half-finished joke is cut off by the sound of choking blood etching across every screen in Gotham.

The remaining goons and Fenton stare at each other in stun silence while one is brave enough to rasp. "But Batman doesn't kill."

"Do I look like my absent father to you? Besides, Joker venom is a war crime. I'm within my rights, and if I'm not, I would have killed him again anyway."

Fenton quickly outshines his fathers in the public's eye because no matter where one stood on the Meta Rights, everyone stood on the "Kill the Joker" debate.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 1st - Size Difference/Mirror Sex

Pairing - Arkhamverse!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Title - Big Mistake

Summary - You’ve finally caught the attention of the Dark Knight and it’s better than you dream it to be.

Warnings - Size Difference, Mirror Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Squirting, Large Cock, Batman is rather mean, Shameless Smut. Enemies with Benefits? Vaginal Sex,

Word Count - 1k

The bulk of Batman’s armour is cold against your back, sending goosebumps across your skin and hardening your nipples. He made short work of your clothing with his batarang. It sliced through your outfit like a hot knife through butter. You would be mad about him ruining your outfit if it wasn’t for the positon he currently had you in.

He has you in front of a mirror. One of his hands hooked beneath your leg, effortlessly holding it up. The head of his cock is pressed firmly against your entrance, ready to breach your body. 

He’s huge. Not that you had been expecting anything less from the man. Everything about him is larger than life, of course he would undoubtedly have the cock to match. You’re not even sure if he’s going to fit inside of you. At least, not the entire way. 

He’s scowling at you. Or maybe that’s just the design of his cowl. Perhaps it’s both. You know he’s far from happy from the lengths you have taken just to get his attention. After all, you’re not one of the bigger criminals in the city. You’re not even on the police’s radar, let alone his. Or you weren't, until tonight.

Batman’s promised to punish you for what you have done. Though, if this is his idea of punishment you’re certainly going to be doing more bad things in the future.

You gasp as his cock starts to push inside of you. It aches and burns, pain and pleasure mixing into one. He only gives you shallow thrusts and with each one he gives you another inch. And you have a front row seat to the whole thing. 

You can’t take your eyes off of the way that he splits you open, his cock carving a place for itself inside of you. Your cunt is drooling all around him, slick sliding down his shaft and balls and making a mess of the inside of your thighs. It’s a good thing as well, making it easier for him to slide inside of you.

He manages to bottom out and your walls squeeze around him. Fucking hell, you feel so full in a way that you never have done before. And his cock is so deep inside of you, you’d almost think that he was about to fuck your stomach. Once he’s finished with you, you seriously doubt you’re ever going to be able to go back to the one night stands you have grown accustomed to. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust to him. Immediately he starts to pull back out before roughly thrusting back into you. 

The pace that he sets is hard and fast. Any discomfort you had originally felt is completely replaced by the feeling of his cock fucking in and out of you, pleasure burning through your veins. He keeps ramming into that sweet spot deep within you, that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan loudly. If he keeps hitting you there like he currently is, there is no doubt in your mind you’re going to come hard and fast.

Batman doesn’t make a sound as he fucks you. Not even a quiet groan or moan. His sole focus is on fucking you senseless, completely turning your mind to mush from the pleasure, and it’s not like you’re complaining. You have wanted this since the first time that you actually saw him. Though, perhaps, you’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to hear any sounds from him. You bet he would sound incredibly sexy. 

Despite knowing that you’re not going to last long, your orgasm still takes you completely by surprise. Your body shakes as your eyes crew shut and your pussy pulses and squeezes him as you squirt around his cock. His pace remains relentless as he fucks you through it, prolonging your pleasure until it’s almost unbearable. 

He gives you no indication that he’s close. A bruising grip on your hips and a couple of grunts are your only indication of anything. He slams into you. Over and over again, hitting that same spot that you’re almost sure he’s going to bruise your insides, if he hasn’t already. All of a sudden he stops, shoving his cock as deep as it will go as it throbs and twitches inside of you, filling you with his cum until it’s seeping out around his cock, dripping down his shaft and the insides of your legs, along with the remnants of your own orgasm. Batman exhales deeply and, without much care, he pulls out of you.

You are an absolute mess. Your skin is shiny with sweat, your pussy is puffy and dripping with the mixture of fluids, now that his cock isn’t plugging you up anymore. But, damn, if you’re not feeling blissed out and very pleased with yourself.

You expect him to drop your leg and move away and give you a moment to recover. Time that you would be using to find something to wear and escaping him until you meet him again.

He doesn’t.

One moment you’re looking at your thoroughly fucked out body in a mirror. The next your back is very roughly meeting the cold surface of a nearby table and Batman is shoving his, still hard, cock back into your abused and oversensitive cunt. 

“Come on, did you really think I was going to fuck you once and that would be that?” he asks. His voice is deep and there’s an edge to it, almost like a growl. It has your pussy squeezing around him. “You need to learn your lesson and I don’t think you have yet.” 

To get his point across, he pulls out only to slam harshly back into you. Your mouth drops open as you cry out. In hindsight you should have known that he wouldn’t go so easily on you. You are in for a very long night and you can only hope that by the end of it you will have enough energy for your escape, once he’s finally finished with you.

[antebunny]

a cuckoo in the nest

(Aka the Fae!Tim fic that I decided not to finish and thus am dumping on Tumblr)

The creature that the Unseelie Queen forces on Bruce is disguised as a human child. Worse, it resembles Bruce’s two current children. Skin on the lighter side, lighter than either of his kids, black hair, blue eyes, and a light sweater and sweatpants combination that either Dick or Jason might wear. It is quite the contrast to the wild fey flashing too-bright teeth at Bruce.

“You will welcome it into your home,” the Unseelie Queen commands. “You will treat it as you would your own son. You will do nothing to indicate that it is anything but a human boy.”

One gnarled claw curls around the creature’s shoulder. The creature’s expression remains eerily blank. Another point in favor of its otherworldliness. A normal human child would show some reaction to the Unseelie Queen’s possessive presence. This creature stays perfectly still.

“In return…” the Unseelie Queen crooks one finger of her free hand in a come here motion and a figure stumbles out of the dark trees surrounding their little clearing. 

It is Jason. Injured beyond belief, blue eyes red and weeping. Bruce’s knee jerks, but he forces himself to remain within the small summoning circle. A thin line of salt and iron protecting him from the Unseelie Queen’s unfathomable powers.  

“You get your son back.” She presents Jason to Bruce like she’s selling a prize horse at an auction. One hand on the back of his neck. “Alive and well. As he was before his death. The memory of his death will remain, but dulled. That is my bargain, Batman.”

Bruce is not fool enough to give the Unseelie Queen his real name, nor is he stupid enough to lie to her. Using his nighttime alter ego presents the perfect compromise. Batman is not his real name, nor is it a lie. So it is Batman’s black gauntlets that curl into fists as Bruce considers the Unseelie Queen’s deal. 

It is the height of stupidity to take a creature he does not know the abilities of into Wayne Manor, and pretend it is his son. Given what he knows of the Unseelie Queen, such a creature could cause unfathomable damage to his family, to Gotham. This is a bet of Bruce’s own intelligence against a fey hundreds of times older than Bruce. He could very well end up losing both of his sons this time. 

“B,” Jason sobs. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

But the alternative is to walk away from a chance to have Jason back. This is not the universe where Bruce is capable of such an act. At least with the Unseelie Queen’s bargain, Bruce has a chance to limit any potential harm. Perhaps he can even outsmart the creature and prevent all damage whatsoever. If she had asked him to kill someone, or something more direct, Bruce wouldn’t stand a chance.

Bruce uncurls his fists slowly. “I accept.”

With those two words, both the creature and Jason are invited into the circle. The creature steps forward calmly, Nike sneakers passing over the salt and iron easily. Its arms are flat by its sides, and its head comes up to Bruce’s chest. If it were human, it would be around the same age that Jason was when Bruce caught him stealing the Batmobile’s tires. A blatant attempt at emotional manipulation on the Unseelie Queen’s part. 

Jason is shoved forwards by the Unseelie Queen. He trips over his own feet, but Bruce is there to catch him this time, to gently fold him in his arms and check him over for injuries.  

“I’m getting you home,” Bruce promises. 

And if he has to bring home the Unseelie Queen’s little spy as well to make it happen, then that is a price Bruce is more than willing to pay to have his family whole again.

~

Tim finally has the chance to be part of a family again, and it is the best family he could have imagined. He can scarcely believe his luck as Mr. Wayne–Batman, for now–leads Tim and Jason (who doesn’t look so good) into the Batcave. Tim is so caught up trying not to gape in awe at everything that he misses the hushed conversation that Mr. Wayne has with his butler, and the slightly louder, much longer conversation he has with his eldest son. The original Robin is standing all of five meters away from Tim! He’s going to be Tim’s older brother!

A lifetime ago, when Tim was still fully human, with parents and the last name Drake, he’d been obsessed with Batman and Robin. Had followed them around pitch black rooftops, through the streets buzzing with neon lights and vices, just to get a glimpse of his heroes. Discovered Robin’s true identity shortly before Bruce Wayne adopted Jason Todd, and a new Robin came to roost in Gotham’s skyscrapers. 

Then Janet and Jack Drake gave their only child to the Unseelie Queen in exchange for money and power, and Tim lost his name, and his home, and his entire world. 

 “What is your name?” Mr. Wayne interrupts Tim’s memories. He looms in front of Tim in an empty Batcave. Mr. Pennyworth and both Robins are long gone. It is only Tim, in his ill-fitting human clothes, and Batman. 

Tim knew this question was coming. Mr. Wayne must think that Tim is a human child, and that asking for his name is a simple exchange of pleasantries. He cannot know that Tim is no longer fully human, and his name is no longer free to give or take, nor his own anymore. Luckily, Tim prepared a response. He does not want to lie to Batman, after all, but as much as he wishes he could trust Mr. Wayne with his name, he knows better.

“What do you want to be called?” Mr. Wayne amends, when Tim fails to answer fast enough.

Carefully, Tim purses his lips and whistles. Hoo-ooh. A sharp ho followed by a lower, longer oo sound. The call of a common cuckoo. Hoo-ooh. Hoo-ooh.

Mr. Wayne frowns in response. Tim panics briefly–did he not get the call right? He practiced so much!–and tries again, a little faster. Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh. Please accept me. I know I’m an unwanted interloper, an imposter. Please accept me anyway.

“Do you have a name in English?” Mr. Wayne asks. He repeats the question in a few more languages. Tim recognizes the Spanish and Russian, but he’s not sure what the others are. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Tim nods frantically. He swallows with difficulty, and then whispers: “Tim.” 

It is not a lie, and it is common enough that hopefully Tim can remain anonymous. He is a common cuckoo bird, after all, not even remarkable in his imposition. 

“Well, Tim,” Mr. Wayne says, voice dropping to an ominous growl, “I will uphold my end of the bargain. But do not think for a second that I can be tricked into trusting you. And if you give me even the slightest indication that you intend to hurt a member of my family in any way, I will not hesitate to take you down. Do you understand?”

Tim has not cried in years, not since his parents gave him away. But tonight a peculiar wetness pricks at the corners of his eyes as he nods. “Yes, Mr. Wayne, sir,” he says quickly. “I understand.”

It isn’t as though Mr. Wayne is wrong. Tim is an interloper, here to trick Mr. Wayne and his family into caring about Tim. All Mr. Wayne did was make it clear that he will continue to pretend that Tim is part of his family and that he will not be tricked. There’s no reason for Tim to get emotional about it. 

It’s just that Tim hoped, if just for a moment, that it wouldn’t be pretend.

The Wayne family, aside from Mr. Wayne himself, is very easily tricked. Mr. Pennyworth (“call me Alfred, Master Tim”) lets Tim follow him around even though he won’t let Tim help with chores no matter how much he insists that he can do it. Tim is fine with that, really. For now it is better to be tolerated, if not liked, than not to be tolerated at all. He has noticed that even Mr. Wayne defers to Alfred in household matters, so it is good to have the real head of household somewhat in his corner.

Most days, Tim sits on the kitchen counter while Alfred cooks, and awkwardly attempts to answer questions about his previous life. It is mixed, as far as conversations go. The questions are very stressful for Tim, who is never sure how much he should say, but smelling and eating human food after so long without it still brings tears to his eyes. 

Simmering tomato floats through the air as Alfred adds a pinch of rosemary to his soup. Tim’s mouth waters, and he swallows before talking. 

“I had a really long argument with a rosemary plant, once,” Tim recalls ruefully. “It was dumb. But I was so desperate for human food that I’d’ve said just about anything.”

The rosemary plant refused, in the end. Everyone was too scared of the Unseelie Queen to help Tim. 

Alfred stirs his pot carefully. “You had an argument…with the rosemary plant?” He clarifies neutrally. 

“Yep.” Tim’s legs swing back and forth a bit faster. “I told you, it was really dumb. I would’ve tried with the mushrooms, but they’re mean and scary, really scary. And old.”

Some of the mushrooms are even older than the Unseelie Queen, which makes them even scarier. Except that the Unseelie Queen has Tim’s name, and the mushrooms do not. 

Tim blushes all of a sudden, mindful of his audience. “I didn’t mean being old makes them scary,” he mumbles, furious at himself. He is supposed to be trying to get Alfred to like him, and instead he insults him! What is wrong with him?

“It is quite alright, dear boy,” Alfred says. “I assure you no offense was taken. Now, what is it you were saying about being desperate for human food?”

Mr. Grayson (“call me Dick, everyone else does!”) is the easiest to trick into caring about Tim. He is actually not sure what he did to pull it off. Dick stays at Wayne Manor most weekends, and the first time he comes over, before Tim has a chance to enact any of his thirty-four “Trick Robin Into Liking Me” plans, Dick asks if he wants to get ice cream. Tim accepts eagerly, and Dick smiles so brightly that Tim nearly forgets about Mr. Wayne scowling in the background. After that, Dick always makes a point to seek him out. Tim is pretty sure he makes a bumbling mess of himself every conversation, but somehow Dick keeps laughing it off and taking Tim out for another slightly reckless and exceedingly enjoyable excursion. 

Jason is a bit harder to trick. He is still healing mentally and emotionally from his death, so he’s off-duty as Robin. Since school is out for the summer, this means he spends most of his time curled up in the library. Tim once hovered behind him for hours, trying to work up the courage to start a conversation, when Jason turned and snapped what so aggressively that Tim immediately ran away. 

In general, he is surly, defensive, angry, and reluctant to accept affection from his real family, much less Tim. Eight plans to trick Jason into caring about him are complete failures that end in Tim further earning Jason’s ire. Another fourteen plans are thrown out before Tim can enact them, after the humiliation of the eight failures. 

Eventually, Tim turns to Dick for help. Dick has alluded to a rough start with Jason, which sounds fake to Tim. Dick was Robin, how could anyone not like him? But maybe he can give Tim advice. 

It is a sweltering Saturday in late July when Dick pulls away from Wayne Manor in some type of fancy car with Tim in the co-pilot seat. 

“I need advice,” Tim says nervously as Bristol’s mansions flash by. Tim did his best not to look at the Drakes’ manor. He succeeded in not looking, but he wondered whether his parents started staying in Gotham more often once Tim was gone, and the question won’t leave him alone.

“What’s up?” Dick asks easily. He lazes in the driver’s seat, two fingers on the steering wheel. It is this nonchalance which convinces Tim to go through with his question. 

Tim’s hands tap out some pattern on his forearms and elbows. “How do I get Jason to like me?”

Dick curls his right hand around the wheel and glances at Tim quickly. Tim still struggles reading expressions, so he has absolutely no idea what’s going through Dick’s mind. Maybe he’s thinking that there’s no way that Jason will ever like him. Maybe Dick doesn’t like Tim. Maybe he’s only acting like he cares about Tim because he’s so nice.

“Jason doesn’t…” Dick sighs. “Not like you. He’s just going through a lot right now. On top of the stuff with his birth mother, he also, well, you know.”

“Died,” Tim supplies.

Dick’s shoulders inch towards his ears. Veins in his forearm pop as the hand on the wheel tightens. “Yeah. So, just, give him some time, yeah?” 

But Tim doesn’t have time. He has until the end of the summer, approximately two more months. To the fae the end of summer is not a specific day, but rather a sensation. Decay on the doorsteps, rot in the wind. Hot breezes melting into simmering afternoons. The crisp crackle of a leaf underfoot. 

If he cannot trick every member of the Wayne family into loving him by the end of summer, he must return to the Unseelie Queen, this time forever. That was her bargain. This is Tim’s one chance to escape her. 

Tim looks out his window at the cold, unfeeling mansions and nods miserably. “Okay.”

Jason does not like the new kid. Everything about him is just slightly off. He walks like he’s surprised that his feet come back down. He talks like he’s describing a dream and expects everyone else to understand. He’s constantly watching Jason silently with those eerie, unblinking eyes of his. Despite living in the same house as Batman, Tim is quieter still, always popping up unannounced and thrusting a trinket or a book at Jason. 

This isn’t even getting into the part where Jason knows he died but doesn’t quite remember it and keeps having nightmares he doesn’t understand. He vaguely recalls a forest that wasn’t a forest and a hand that wasn’t a hand, curling around his shoulder. Bruce won’t stop treating Jason like glass and Dick still looks weepy sometimes, but neither will let Jason out as Robin. All three are letting Jason get away with everything except the things he actually wants to do. It’s infuriating. 

In other words, the summer is off to a great start.

“Bets on the new kid,” Jason says. He’s in the middle of making himself peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, because he is the only one that Alfred allows in the kitchen. 

Dick is draped dramatically across the counter, because according to him it’s so tragic how Jason never wants to do anything fun. Jason hit him over the head with a spatula in response. Dick whined about that, so Jason hit him even harder. 

“What are we betting on?” Dick asks.

Jason half-shrugs. “Like…he’s clearly not human. What is he?”

Dick sits up on the counter. “Yeah, he keeps talking about talking to plants.”

“And plants are always a little bigger and shinier after he leaves the room,” Jason adds.

“Maybe he’s got some relation to Ivy,” Dick suggests.

This entire conversation would not be necessary if Bruce would just cough up the answer. But he responds to every question about Tim with some variation of “hmmm” or “I cannot say.” Jason even sucked up his pride and asked Barbara, but she doesn’t know what’s up with the new kid either. Jason suspects that Bruce promised Tim he wouldn’t tell, because–

“Have you seen his reaction to food though?” Jason asks rhetorically. “It’s like he’s so shocked he’s being fed.”

And he lets that hang, because maybe it’s true, and not a joke. 

Dick scratches his chin. “And he says ‘human’ like he’s not one.” 

“Okay.” Jason sets his mixing bowl down on the counter Dick claimed as his seat. “My theory: he’s a metahuman whose parents–or guardians–or whoever was in charge of him–treated as less than human, and he made B promise not to say ‘cause he doesn’t know we ain’t shit like his parents yet.”

“I mean.” Dick scoots off the counter when Jason comes swinging with the baking tray. He attempts to help Jason spread the parchment paper until Jason glares at him. “He thinks you hate him.”

Jason freezes in the middle of scooping a handful of cookie batter into the tray. Guilt curdles, expired milk and broken egg shells, in his stomach. “I don’t.”

“I know.” 

Dick doesn’t mention the part about Jason dying, because he’s ultra sensitive to that sort of thing. Jason has debated making extra jokes about his death just to force Dick to get used to it, but he hasn’t gone through with it. He’s never seen Dick cry like he did when Jason came back. They haven’t talked about it, because Jason is allergic to big emotions and Dick is nothing but an oversized bundle of big emotions. But it lingers in the back of Jason’s mind, everytime Dick pretends that everything is fine. You mourned me. It’s so obvious, said like that. Of course he mourned Jason. But it’s not an experience Jason ever expected to live through.

Not even Jason knows how he came back to life. He suspects Bruce had something to do with it, but Bruce won’t say. The continuous silence from him is driving Jason to insanity where the Joker and dying failed. 

“Fair tidings.” Tim’s head pops up by Jason’s shoulder and he forcibly suppresses a surprised reaction. Another weird-ism of Tim’s: what sort of American kid says fair tidings? “Can I help?”

“No,” Jason snaps immediately, curling one arm around the batter bowl. 

Dick makes a noise, and Jason winces. He didn’t mean to snap at the kid. It’s just that everything about Tim sets off sirens in Jason’s head. And usually by the time Jason is ready to invite the kid in, he’s run off. 

“Fine,” Jason grunts. He shoves the bowl at Tim. “We’re making cookies.” 

 Tim stares at the bowl with owlish eyes, and Jason clamps down on the urge to yell at the kid again. 

“Hey, Timmy,” Dick says faux-casually. “I never asked. You got a last name?”

Tim’s head snaps up. “Why do you want to know?”

Jesus, he sounds one wrong word from breaking into tears. Jason exchanges a glance with Dick, who is taken aback by the uncharacteristic bout of aggression from the weird kid, and reluctantly decides to intervene. 

“It’s ‘cause we wanna get to know the baby bro better,” Jason says gruffly. “Ya know. Bondin’ and shhhh, uh, stuff.” 

Tim’s blue eyes widen into twin moons. “You want to be my big brother?”

The naked hope in his voice is really not helping with Jason’s guilt. 

“Yeah.” Jason throws down a few more lumps of cookie dough a bit more forcefully than required. “Ain’t no way B is returning you to the kid store.”

Actually, he’s only seen Bruce interact with Tim once, and it was super awkward. But he’s pretty confident that Bruce wouldn’t take in a kid if he didn’t want that kid to be his kid. 

Dick is smiling dopily, so Jason is pretty sure he said enough right words in the right order. “So?” Dick prompts. “Got a last name, baby bird?”

Tim’s hands float to his elbows and start tapping out an unknown pattern. “It’s, uh. Drake.”

“Tim Drake,” Jason tests out, and neither he nor Dick miss the way that Tim does his best impression of a wooden plank at the sound of his name. “Why does that sound familiar?”

“Dunno.” Dick snaps his fingers and points at Tim. “Wait! You’re our neighbor!”

Tim gives Dick his weird blank stare, so Dick points at Jason instead. “The Drakes are our neighbors,” he explains. “The parents were always out of the country for vacation or something, but I remember they had a little kid tag along with them once or twice. What happened?”

“Bruh.” Jason shoves the tray in the oven with his bare hands, because he isn’t a wuss and he’s also not stupid enough to touch the burning hot metal with bare hands. “They supervillains or something?”

Tim shakes his head. His hands press flat against his legs. “They sold me.”

He says it so flatly that Jason exchanges another look with Dick just to make sure he heard right. But Dick’s jaw drops in outrage, so clearly they heard the same thing.

“How? When? To who?” Dick’s eyes narrow. He’s dropping into protective big brother mode. Jason has had the dubious pleasure of experiencing it first-hand a few times. “Does B know about this?”

But Tim shakes his head again. “I can’t say.”

“Are they threatening you?” Jason jumps in, pretending his tone isn’t leaning in the same big brother direction as Dick’s is. “You know B has Supes on speed-dial, right? Ain’t no one in the world who can get away with threatening you now that B’s got you.”

Tim shakes his head a third time, and Jason really has no idea if Tim actually means no or if he’s just moving his head. 

Dick and Jason exchange another worried look, but this time Jason isn’t sure what Dick is thinking. Mostly because Tim just gave them about a thousand more questions in the process of answering one. 

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BratBottom!Bruce Wayne x DomTop!Male reader would be very very hot. I'M IN NEED FOR BRUCEEEE‼️‼️‼️‼️

BratBottom!Bruce Wayne x DomTop!Male Reader

(CW: Overstimulation, degrading, praise, almost getting caught, phone call while having sex, brat taming (?)) Sorry this took so long! I'm trying to write more but I just feel so tired recently.

Being the husband of the billionaire Bruce Wayne, and the secretive hero Batman has been a wild ride for you. You do have some problems with him running off without a word or going on long missions without a call so you have to fix that behavior ;). 

You were currently lovingly (and by lovingly, Bruce means forced) cuddling in bed, your arms wrapped around Bruce's waist and your face shoved in his hair as he huffed quietly now and then, twisting in your grasp only for you to pull him right back. 

"I have to go to work now, love." He whispered, trying again to get out of your strong grasp. 

"Nuh-uh. Don't just think I would let you go after you tried to sneak out without telling me. Again." You smiled back. He huffed softly before trying his luck again. 

You chuckled and looked down, watching him move around more. You smirked softly and leaned down to whisper in his ear. 

"You are being such a fucking brat. Do I need to correct your behavior?" You growled, your cock twitching in your pants as you felt a shiver run up his spine. You pulled his hips flush against yours, your cock rubbing against his ass to extenuate your motive. 

He squirmed more, this time rubbing his hips back slightly before twisting his body to look at you, his hand teasingly running down your body and down to your cock. He kept his smug smirk as his hand caressed your cock teasingly. 

"What are you going to do about it…sir?" He looked up with a smirk. You growled softly and grabbed his arms, getting between his legs and pinning him on his back. He gasped softly, leaving a perfect opening for you to shove your tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly, still squirming. You bit his lip, making him freeze in place. You tied his hands above his head with a nearby belt. His chest was exposed to you and you eagerly sucked, licked, and bit them. You smirked as his cock twitched in arousal. 

You made sure to mark them up until his nipples were sensitive. "Such a pretty little thing~" You smirked. "Not so big and tough now~" you teased. His hazy eyes looked at yours, practically begging you to fuck him till the morning. 

You yanked his underwear down and kissed the tip before slowly lowering your head down. Bruce groaned and moaned loudly, arching his back into you. You held his waist in your hands, squeezing them. You pulled off and took a breath. "God gave you the sluttiest hips and biggest tits in this world~" You whispered dirty things in his ear. 

He gasped at your words, his face turning a deep red. "D-Don't say stuff like that…it's embarrassing." He groaned. You kissed his thigh and reached over for the lube. He watched as you coated your thick cock in lube. You put the bottle down and held his hips up and teased his hole with your cock. "On second thought, I don't think you deserve this. You haven't apologized yet." You teased. He threw his head back in desperation. 

"Beg me, puppy~" you whispered, just barely slipping your tip in to teasing him more. 

"Please…" He whined out. You smirked and slipped your cock inside, pushing his knees to his chest and bottoming out. His eyes rolled back and he let out a long and breathy groan. We both were knocked out of our fantasyland by Bruce's phone ringing. His face turned red and he reached over for his phone, answering it. You rolled my eyes but soon smirked when you thought of something. 

"Yes, Clark?" He said. You hummed and pulled out and slammed into him fully. He bit down on his lip, throwing his head back. 

"Hey, Bruce! You still remember that meeting that's tonight?" Clark chuckled. 

"Go on. Speak~" you whispered in his ear, biting his ear as he shivered. 

"Uhn…y-yEs! I do…" He stuttered, trying to hold in his moans. "Good. Because we're going over the…" You spaced out and mindlessly thrusted into Bruce, your hands pinching and twisting his sensitive nipples. He let out a whine into the sheets and looked up at you with his desperate look, one he only showed to you in private. You smirked and threw his legs over your shoulders, pounding into him relentlessly. His back arched suddenly and he came untouched, his cum splattering across his tummy. You saw him squirm and whimper, trying to keep quiet and pay attention. 

"...Bruce? Bruce? Are you still there?" Clark asked. "Mm hm…" Bruce grunted, fisting the blankets harder and bit into a nearby pillow. 

"Ok! Well, I'll see you soon." He said and hung up. Bruce let out a relieved moan and looked up at you, his hair disheveled and his face red. You could read his thoughts and smirked. 

"Oh you're still going~ As a matter of fact, I'm coming with you~" You said and buried my face in his neck, chasing after my own orgasm. His body twitched under me from overstimulation as he clung onto me. "M/n! M/n! Please!" He sang, his hands begging into your back. You let out a deep groan and bit into his neck, slamming into his hole and cumming inside. You panted and stayed like that for a moment, thrusting occasionally to fuck your cum deeper into him. 

"Let's get ready, my naughty boy~" You said and pulled out. You helped him dress himself and escorted him to his meeting. 

EXTRA: 

All throughout the night, Clark and the other Justice League members were wondering why Bruce was slightly limping and red-faced all night, until it clicked for them when they saw you were standing near him, whispering occasionally into his ear and teasing him with your hands. 

"That's why he sounded so weird on the phone…" Clark stuttered, flustered.

"I wouldn't blame him. His husband looks so hot!" Flash giggled at them. 

The rest of the night went on, spending time with your lovely and bratty boyfriend. 

[kaethefangal]

Tim had quit his life as Red Robin. When he was younger he was so proud to be Robin, so happy that he got the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight by Batman’s side. Everyone thought he was destined to do great things, and honestly so did he. He would’ve never dreamed of leaving Batman’s side. That was until he found out about Jason. 

Finding out that Jason died made him hang up the cape. He couldn’t bear to carry on a mantle that wasn’t his. He knew Dick willingly quit, leaving the Robin position vacant. But Jason hadn’t willingly died, and Tim could never feel comfortable in that suit knowing it belonged to a dead kid. The second robin was great, and Tim could never live up to him, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t deserve to. A few years after he quit being Robin, he resurfaced as Red Robin. Because once you lived life as a bat you could never go back, not really. It was a perpetual struggle of constantly looking over his shoulder, constantly wondering if the woman staring at him was planning something or was just admiring his clothes.

 As of now, Tim acted as an information broker.  He worked with the entire Justice League and all heroes/vigilantes, including Jason. When they’d first met Tim was bleeding out on a rooftop after he’d won a fight as Red Robin but had taken substantial physical damage. He’d been expecting a punch in the face for replacing him or at least some kind of anger or resentment. Tim was surprised when the man’s first words to him were ‘Rough night?’ and even more surprised when Jason patched him up and sent him on his way. He’d only worked with Red Hood three times when he found out the man smoked weed. ‘I thought Red Hood was against drugs?’ Tim had asked him as he watched the man light a blunt. ‘Red Hood is against selling drugs to kids. I look like a kid to you?’ Jason asked with a raised eyebrow. Tim had just shook his head and turned back to the screen that was in front of him.

Tim was focused on his current case, his brows furrowed in concentration as he went over a file that the Titans needed from him when he heard those familiar three knocks at his window. He turned his head to find Jason standing on his balcony, his helmet on. Tim stood up to let him in because at this point they’d worked together enough to be considered friends. It’d started out with only interacting for crucial cases, but they grew on each other. Tim enjoyed Jason’s laid-back but still about-business attitude and in turn, Jason savored Tim’s non-judgemental and sarcastic personality. They complimented each other well, after all, albeit in different senses and categories, they were both emotional and social wrecks. Tim was a social recluse because he didn’t know how to understand complex human emotions and Jason was anti-social because he didn’t care about human emotions.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked as he lifted the window. Jason landed inside silently, which was ironic in comparison to his imposing build.

“Nothing. Just need these scanned,” Jason pulled a case holding 5 vials of green liquid from his jacket.

“Got it. What are they?” Tim asked, taking them from Jason and placing them in the chemistry analyzer that sat at his workstation. He sat in his chair, facing away from the man behind him, which was a huge show of trust in itself.

“No idea. Grabbed ‘em off some dealer I caught on the street today,” Jason replied.

“Is said dealer still with us?” Tim asked curiously. Personally, Tim didn’t kill. He couldn’t handle knowing he’d taken a life. Though he didn’t care much about Jason’s killings it still made him feel better knowing Jason was becoming less violent and more understanding.

“With us meaning..?” Jason asked with a hint of amusement in the robotic edge that his helmet put on his voice.

“In the world of the living,” Tim put out bluntly.

“Yes. In the hospital, but alive,” Jason said, taking off his mask.

“Doesn’t it get hot inside that thing?” Tim asked, turning around to face Jason.

“Better than being dead,” Jason shrugged, taking a seat on Tim’s bed.

“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?” Tim chuckled.

“Would you?” Jason shot back lightning-quick.

“Fair point,” Tim conceded. The chemical analyzer dinged, catching his attention. “Looks like a drug called Viper,”

“Damnit, I should have killed him,” Jason scoffed.

“Bruce wouldn’t like that,” Tim said for nothing else but a reaction.

“Since when do I care about what Bruce likes?” Jason looked at him incredulously through his domino.

“Fair point, go ahead, kill the man,” Tim waved a hand dismissively towards the window.

“And you wouldn’t have a problem with that?” Jason asked in disbelief.

Tim fixed him with the look he always gave Jason when he asked a dumb question. “Viper is a deadly poison, and he was selling it. I’m not saying he deserves it, but he deserves it,”

“So you’d help me?” Jason asked with a small grin.

“Why would I help you kill a man?” 

“I meant help me find out where he got it from and shut the operation down,”

Tim knew the answer was yes, and had to stop himself from shouting it. He pretended to think about it for a few seconds before shrugging. “Sure, sounds fun,”

Jason’s grin grew and Tim couldn’t help but smile too. 

“I’ll swing by again tomorrow,” Jason said, standing. It was then that Tim noticed Jason piling all his weight onto his right leg.

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Tim questioned.

“Nothing. My leg is fine,” Jason replied. He began walking towards the window again but Tim noticed the slight limp he moved with. 

“Okay,” Tim sighed, kicking Jason in his left knee. 

“Fuck!” Jason shouted, falling to the ground.

“Thought there was nothing wrong with your leg?”

“I said my leg, not my knee,”

“Your knee is a part of your leg,” Tim called, making his way to the first aid kit he kept in his bathroom. He inwardly chuckled at how Jason attempted to hide his injury from Tim. 

He bent down, opened his cabinet, and looked for the shiny white box with the red plus sign on it. 

He returned almost as quickly as he left to find Jason lying on his bed.

“Either the pants come off or you roll them up,” Tim said as he sat the first aid kit on his bed and opened it.

“Roll it,”

“I’m not your maid,” Tim scoffed. The smile on his face betrayed how he wanted to sound but he didn’t mind much. “Not my doctor either but here we are,” Jason countered smoothly. Tim always enjoyed his and Jason’s banter, not that he’d ever tell the other man that.

Tim stared at him unimpressed. Jason scoffed and pulled his left pant leg up. Underneath it was a deep gash that was poorly stitched up. Blood leaked out of the stitch and it looked infected, yellow pus seeping out around the edges.

“This is one of the worst stitch jobs I’ve ever seen,” Tim said. He got on his knees and began cleaning the stitch with anti-septic.

“In Roy’s defense, his hand was injured too,”

“You should’ve told someone, this is dangerous,”

Jason huffed out a laugh. “That’s an occupational hazard baby bird,”

“Stop calling me that,”

***

Tim watched Jason jump out of his window, the man leaving with a shout of, “I’ll get you some new sheets!” 

Tim hadn’t noticed the blood-soaked sheets on his bed until after Jason was already gone. Tim could do nothing but sigh and begin getting ready for bed. He walked into his bathroom, taking in his appearance. His eye bags were still dark, and his face was still on the grey edge of pale. His eyes were tired, almost lifeless. He was beginning to see his skin clinging to his bone, a telltale sign that he hadn’t been eating. He sighed and looked away.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face almost robotically, avoiding locking eyes with himself in the mirror at all costs. 

He replaced his sheets and got into bed, letting his mind take the wheel.

Viper.

They were already aware of the effects of the drug, it slowly melted away calcium that the bones needed and left it’s victims with dust in place of bones, killing them slowly and painfully. It allowed for a small period of inhuman strength, which was unbelievably dangerous. Solomon Grundy was a prime example of why people out of their minds should not be given super strength. He only hoped they could shut the operation down before Viper spread too much. 

***

“Plan?” Tim asked warily. Jason had come crashing into his room with a look of pure rage on his face a few moments earlier. He’d explained to Tim that there was a new variant in Viper that allowed the victims to live longer and made them susceptible to suggestion. Tim didn’t like drugs that made people susceptible to suggestion. Jason had his theories on what the drug trafficking rings could use it for, who they could sell it to, and none of them were good. The way Jason paced as he spoke made Tim worry that he’d jump into action without a plan.

“My plan is to track down the piece of shit that started this and paint the wall with his brain,” Jason spat.

“Jay as of now you and I are the only ones on this. If you die who will help the victims?” Tim questioned in an attempt to be the voice of reason. 

Jason stopped pacing to think, at least that’s what Tim assumed, he couldn’t tell much from the helmet.

“Fine. What’s the plan?”

“Where’d you find the dealer last night?” Tim asked, turning to his computer.

“Corner of fifth and Eagleside,”

“There’s a warehouse not too far from there. I say we check it out, and if it’s a hit, follow it,”

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then we look somewhere else. The drug hasn’t hit the streets hard yet or else Bruce would know. We need to stop it before its next shipment,”

“Right. I’ll-”

Tim’s police radio went off, and he whipped his head towards the noise on his desk. ‘Hostage situation at Gotham Bank, calling all units,’ 

Tim turned his head back to Jason, who’s figure had just leaped out of his window. Tim could do nothing but sigh and run a hand down his face. He really hoped this wouldn’t get them killed.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 13

THE DINNER ENDS!!!!!! Dear god, I need to write something that has less than seven characters present in the currently-being-written scene. This segment will be a bit longer than most previous ones simply because I was so close to the end.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

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“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”

Bruce gave a single nod. “Do you know what caused you to turn evil in the alternate time stream?”

Danny sighed and nodded. “Believe it or not, I cheated on a standardized exam.”

“Okay, what?” asked Tim, incredulous. “What sort of 2000s PSA life do you live? How did that lead you down the path to evil?”

Danny frowned. “I got caught, my teacher met with Jazz, my partners, and my parents at a local restaurant to discuss it. There was an explosion and the entire place blew up killing every single person I was close to. I was then sent to live with Vlad where things got worse.”

Duke let out a low whistle. “Damn. I think I’d go evil, too, under that pressure.”

Robin flew over to him and draped himself over Danny’s back, hugging him as tightly as he could. Jazz reached over and gripped his hand. He gave her a smile and squeezed back.

Bruce nodded. “But it sounds like a future that is unlikely to happen again.”

“Grandpa says the same thing. And since he’s the Ghost of Time, I try to believe him.”

Tim made a noise of agreement. “Be glad you have that assurance. I’ve an evil future self as well. He’s such an asshole.”

Danny forced a laugh, recognizing the attempt at levity. “I’m sure. How’d you get yours to go away?”

He shrugged. “The obvious way. Threatened to kill myself so I could never grow up into him.”

Dick spluttered from his spot next to Damian. “I’m sorry, you did what? Tim! How could you?”

Tim shrugged. “Better than having an evil, gun-using Batman running around.”

Bruce was now sitting with his head in his hands. The rest of the table also started yelling at Tim, the references and names making no sense to Danny who looked over to Jazz. She just shrugged at him.

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “At least your in-laws won’t be too freaked out when weird things happen around you.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m glad this is how the evening ended. It means no more secrets between Jason and me.”

“Guys, enough!” shouted Tim. “Look, I’m fine. This happened ages ago. But I promise I’ll update my incident report so you can all snoop on it later. Now, if you’ve all forgotten, we have guests. And ones who can help us with our League troubles. Danny, you had questions about the Lazarus pits?”

“Yeah, uh, you said it can be used to heal people? How does that work?” To Jason, he added, “And how did you interact with it?”

“I was dunked in it,” said Jason with a shrug. “After I’d been revived. I wasn’t in my right mind and Damian’s mom thought it might help.”

Robin nodded and signed something.

Dick translated for the ghost. “Baby Jason says the pit tied him and Big Jason together, but also prevented them from actually combining into one person again.”

Danny looked between them. “You were submerged in a pool of bubbling ectoplasm? How the hell did that not kill you? That shouldn’t be possible for a human. I doubt it’d be good for a ghost!” No wonder his future brother-in-law was split in two. That was probably the best that could be expected.

Danny hadn’t even realized how hard he was projecting concern until Robin trilled back at him to calm him down. Danny took a deep breath and pulled in his aura. “Sorry, Robin. I do think I’d like to get you both in to see my doctor as soon as possible, though.”

Jazz cleared her throat. “We can discuss that at home.”

Bruce stared at him. “Do you think they can help Jason?”

Danny shrugged. “He knows the most about ghost-human hybrids of anyone. If anything can be done, he’ll know.”

“I will go with you,” Bruce said.

Danny immediately shook his head. “Nope. I won’t bring anyone from Earth into the Realms until the Anti-Ecto acts are repealed. And only Jason can invite people to his private medical check up.”

Steph pouted. “But Jason is from Earth. Sure, he’s got some weird thing going on, but why does he get to go exploring other dimensions?”

“Cause he’s dead. He belongs to the Infinite Realms just as much as he belongs to Earth. I’m not gonna block someone from accessing their home.”

“I’m not dead!” yelled Jason. “I’m alive.”

Danny winced. He’d have to talk to Jazz about that. Death wasn’t really a thing that could be recovered from. Not fully. But it wasn’t his place to tell Jason he was still dead if he wasn’t ready to hear that. Jazz or Frostbite could have that conversation. “Of course you’re alive. And Earth is your home, too. But you’ve got one in the Realms if you ever need or want it. Think of it like dual citizenship.”

“I don’t want it.”

Danny sighed. “Look, then the part of you that is manifesting as Robin has a place there and you two can’t be separated so you’re allowed to follow him. It’s the only way I’ll be able to get you in to see the best doctor to help you out.”

“Jason,” Jazz spoke gently and rested her hand on his forearm, “you’re still alive. Nothing about your situation has changed. You just have some more information and more help. Which is a good thing.”

Jason frowned and didn’t answer, choosing instead to glare at his dinner plate.

No one else spoke up until Alfred cleared his throat. “Well, I believe that we should wrap the conversation up here. We’ve all received quite a lot of information and will need some time to review it and consider our next steps.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think— Wait, um, before we end this, would you have a sample of the Lazarus Water I could take to Frostbite?” At the confused looks he was given, he added, “The doctor I mentioned. I think it’d help him figure out how best to help Jason and Robin.”

Bruce exchanged looks Danny couldn’t interpret with Damian and Tim before speaking. “We’ll have to discuss it. Would we be able to give you our answer in two days? At the very least, we’d like to have the report from your friend first.”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. The sooner the better, though. I’ll call Tucker on the way to Jazz and Jason’s. We’ll put something together for you tonight. I’m not sure exactly how long it’ll take, though. Depends on how much sleep Tuck’s running on.”

Bruce merely nodded.

Dick laughed and got to his feet. “Well, it’s been an absolute pleasure getting to know you. Welcome to the craziness of the Wayne family. It sounds like Jazz and you will fit right in. Let me walk you out.”

His words seemed to be a signal to the rest of the family. Most of whom also rushed over to try and insist on walking them out.

Until Jason shouted, “Enough! We don’t need a crowd to follow us to Jazz’s car. You can say goodbye from here just as easily.”

Dick pouted but acquiesced. Only after pulling Jason into a hug, though. Jason forced Dick to let him go only for Robin to rush in and take his place to Dick’s delight. After separating, they signed something to each other that had Jason blushing and scowling.

And then Dick moved on to hug Jazz, then Danny. “Come back anytime,” he told Danny. “Whether or not those two are with you. B meant it when he said you would have a room here.”

But then Steph was pushing Dick to the side to give Danny a hug as well. “What’s your phone number? I so want whatever blackmail you get on Jason. And I’ll share some of what I have.”

Danny laughed, but did agree to exchange numbers before the Duke was in front of him.

“Dude, you have to come by more often. It’s so annoying being the only meta around here.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Danny promised.

When Tim came over, he insisted on adding both Danny and Jazz to some of the family group chats. “If you give me your sister’s number, I’ll add her in, too.”

Jazz shook her head. “We’ll have to confirm she wants to be added in first. And ask her if she’d like an introduction to Superboy.”

“His name’s Kon. Kon-El. I’ll message him tonight, too. I’m sure he’d love to meet her.”

“Dani will say yes,” said Danny, “but she doesn’t always reply right away. We’ll let you know as soon as we hear from her.”

Then Tim was being pushed aside by Barbara who wanted to make sure he knew how to send them the information about ghosts and the Realms. And Cass was waving goodbye.

Bruce was the last of the group to approach them. “Remember, if you ever need a place to stay or want to lay low, you can come here any time. Even if you just want a warm meal. Your sister as well.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” said Jazz. “We do really appreciate that. You don’t have to offer it.”

“But I want to. Jason…” he trailed off before trying again. “I would like it if you kept me informed with any updates to your condition.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right, because you want to know how much of a liability I am.”

If anything, Bruce’s face became more closed off at those words. “That’s not… Hn.”

Robin rolled his eyes, somehow visible despite his mask, and flew over to hug Bruce around the waist. Danny couldn’t make sense of the expression Bruce wore as he looked down at the ghost and though his arms twitched, he didn’t return the hug.

Alfred smoothly stepped forward before anyone could say anything. “Well, now that the goodbyes have all been said, I will walk you four out.”

Jason shook his head. “You don’t have to, Alfie. I know the way.”

“Of course you do, Master Jason. But I insist. We’ll stop by the kitchens and I’ll send you home with leftovers.”

Danny tried to hide his smile as Jason merely turned and walked in the direction of the kitchens. It seemed no one argued against Alfred. Once in the kitchens, they were given so much food to take home it required all three to carry it, then Alfred was leading them out a side door which brought them to the drive where Jazz’s car was parked.

Jazz nudged him and nodded her head towards the car. Danny nodded and followed her in while Jason, Alfred, and Robin remained outside to talk for a minute.

Danny took the back seat and met Jazz’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

She gave him a wry smile and said, “What a night, huh?”

Danny snickered before bursting out into full-on laughter, Jazz joining a breath behind him.

-----

Next

Tim totally spilled the beans about Gun Batman to get people distracted from Danny. He's just being a good new friend.

I'm thinking I'll put this on a temporary hiatus as I work through how I want arc two to go. I know the story beats, but the pacing will absolutely have to change. Not gonna spend 16k words on a single evening again! (Did you guys realize it was that long? I certainly did. XP) In the meantime, I'll keep working on Bring Me Home and rewriting the Wrong Number AU.

Bonus points to anyone who can guess my favorite line from this segment!

And sorry for not replying to comments on the post from two weeks ago. I got caught up in irl stuff and wasn't able to get around to it.

Tag List Part 1

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[lily-radiance]

Random fic headcanons and ideas:

TWD season two Daryl Dixon with an S/O who's in trouble

Both loners

MC is not from Georgia

Early 20s MC dating mid-30s Daryl

She knows how to shoot archery bows but not crossbows

Touch-starved

Andrea considers MC like another younger sibling

Everyone advises Daryl not to go for you and vice versa

When Rick, Hershel, and Glenn go to the bar, MC accompanies them. Daryl only goes when Lori tells him that you are in danger.

Carol gives him advice

Andrea and Lori warn him if he breaks your heart, he's a dead man.

RE4 Leon with a high school best friend who became an Umbrella Scientist.

MC was initially training for the force with Leon but dropped out to find another passion

She wants to help people but gets pulled into Umbrella’s dark research

Leon caught a glimpse of her at the end of RE2 but couldn't be sure if it was her.

Ashley doesn't trust MC, but Leon ignores it

Both have combat experience and have undergone physical conditioning

MC does not have Las Plagas

Krauser spars with MC, causing Leon to jump in.

Krauser asks Leon to choose between you and Ashley.

IDK if Leon would be sweet here or a Yandere.

Arkham Movie Trilogy Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy x Psychiatrist reader

This story is currently in progress!!!

Reader works at Arkham Asylum

Friends with Bruce Wayne

Knows about his alter ego and occasionally helps him solve cases

Reader believes Bruce should do more with his money to benefit Gotham

Combines Heath Ledger’s Joker with Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

The reader was in the same major as Harley in college, and the two dated briefly

Harley constantly teases the reader when she catches wind of a new crush

You try to ignore her, but eventually can't as she warns you that the doctor is deadlier than he lets on

You brush it off, too fond of your coworker to accept the notion that he can hurt you

Bruce doesn't like your new counterpart, picking up a destructive energy that screams guilty

In defiance, you decide to bring your beaux to one of many parties and get on your friend’s last nerve.

A kiss is shared in front of the crowd, some murmuring complaints while others smile. You wish to stay in Jonathan’s arms, but the moment is interrupted as Bruce pulls you aside

Naturally, two upper-class socialites fighting in front of an audience calls for bad publicity, but not on your part

“If you keep this up, you'll become a sewer rat criminal just like the rest!”

Luckily, you decided to wear a few rings to accentuate your outfit. Not only do you look stunning, but you reel back and land a brutal slap on his cheek. Yet that doesn't hurt as much as your following words.

“How dare you, Bruce. How dare you scrutinize what you can never understand. Thomas and Martha would be ashamed of you, and you, of all people, know they were difficult to rattle. Next time you need anything, ask someone who gives a shit.”

Your friend has to watch in shock as you exit the home, arm linked with a man he despises. Even in disagreeable situations, you manage to exhibit grace and elegance. It's the beginning of a new era and the opportunity to forget the complex life of the wealthy.

“Is your hand alright, (Y/N)? Better yet, are you okay?”

Never underestimate a psychiatrist to get into your head. He walks you to the car, watching your lips tremble in the darkness. You meet his stare, and one thought crosses your mind: kissing him sounds lovely. The doctor is efficient at picking up social cues, leaning down to meet your lips, and extinguishing the frigid temperature.

“As long as I'm with you, Jonathan. I can do anything with you by my side, no matter the risks.”

I want to make the reader an anti-hero vigilante with the “Grim Reaper” theme. Supernatural powers in Batman don't really occur so I will brainstorm. Most villains are the work of genetic experiments gone wrong so maybe I'll work with that?

JD(Heathers 1989) dating the reader

You are friends with Veronica and the despicable Heathers

Instead of going along with their charades, you often argue and challenge Heather Chandler

She constantly threatens your social standing but knows that the campus would easily choose you over her.

Purple color coded

JD can't help but admire your tenacity as you begrudgingly follow Veronica to the table, attempting to stop the girl from doing Heather’s bidding.

When you walk over, he seems uninterested in the girl speaking to him, instead transfixed on your disinterested attitude. Unknowingly, you lick your lips, tasting lip gloss and wiping some glitter away. When you lock eyes, you swear your heart stops beating, drawn to his carefree attitude.

Veronica says a few words to you, trying to convince you to let her administer the lunch poll

As she talks, you playfully roll your eyes, causing the delinquent to smirk in your direction. He hides a chuckle from breaking out, finding your careless joking funny given the circumstances. When Veronica walks off, it allows you to sit across from the newcomer, albeit a little too eagerly.

“Mind if I ask for a smoke? I'm dying from boredom.”

“Sure, I could never say no to a girl like you. I’m guessing you’ve been trying to break from those devils all day.”

He lights your cigarette as you take it between your teeth, enjoying the visual more than he lets on.

“It's all thanks to you, my knight in obsidian armor.”

[gothamitewriter]

Whumpcember Day 1: Broken Bones

Yes I am a day behind, shush. My roommate and I got distracted watching criminal minds last night.

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne

Words: 1118

Warnings: Blood, violence, swearing

Summary: Dick goes in underprepared to a fight with a small-time mob boss, he isn't expecting the consequences.

Dick hadn’t expected to have any major issues upon moving to Bludhaven. Sure, the city has a higher rate of organized crime than almost any other in the country, but it was still nothing compared to the beast that is Gotham. What Dick hadn’t taken into account was that he was used to working as a team, either alongside Batman or with the Titans, and it was this miscalculation that led him to his current predicament.

The mob boss in front of him was a behemoth of a man, nothing compared to the likes of Blockbuster, but still far larger than Dick’s own frame. He wasn’t a big shot in anyway, just some drug trade, a few armed robberies, not too many minions. The only reason Dick was even bothering going after him was because the gang’s last robbery had been of a pharmaceutical company that Dick was currently investigating. What Dick hadn’t anticipated was that in order to carve out the tiny part of Bludhaven’s underground that he had, the boss was strong, vicious, and clearly well trained.

Both of Dick’s escrima sticks had been snapped in half and tossed aside, leaving him weaponless against a much stronger opponent. He was certain he could still win that fight, but it wasn’t going to be fun. Dick rushed forwards, using the boss’ higher center of mass against him as he sent the both of them tumbling to the ground, lashing out wildly at each other. Each of Dick’s movements were precise, muscle memory guiding him as he countered the overwhelming force he was faced with. He winced as he felt one of his ribs give way with a sickening crack, knowing that it was in all likelihood the first of many.

Dick twisted, sending a knee into the man’s groin, and using the opportunity it presented to make some distance between them, rolling across the ground. Shallow breaths entered Dick’s lungs, even the minute expansions enough to send radiating pain out from his ribs. The moment over, Dick dodged a punch that would have surely given him a concussion, retaliating with a succession of blows to the joints and other weak areas. Dick whipped his head around as a minion entered the room, and in the rush to avoid the bullets flying at him, Dick felt meaty hands grasp his neck.

Dick thrashed, trying desperately to free himself as his vision blurred and his eyes watered. His lungs burned, and while Dick was no stranger to oxygen deprivation, he was only human. Luckily, he saw he chance, he kicked at one of the broken escrima sticks on the ground near him, launching it across the room and knocking the gun out of the minion’s hands. As Dick twisted he silently screamed, something in his neck making a hideous crack as he head butted the mob boss, finally knocking him unconscious. Dick could taste blood on his tongue, could feel the adrenaline abandoning him and threatening to drop him into oblivion. With his last moments of awareness, Dick reached desperately for his emergency beacon, activating it just as he went limp.

—

Pain screamed through every inch of Dick’s body as he was woken by the sound of bodies hitting the floor and quick, light footsteps moving towards him. His eyes opened, squinting to see in the dark warehouse, relaxing as the bright primary colors of the Robin suit hovered above him.

“Nightwing! Are you okay? Batman is en route, he was caught up in a fight when your beacon came through.” Jason’s worried voice prompted Dick to take stock of his situation beyond the pure blinding pain. He opened his mouth to give a report only to twist to the side as blood spilled out of his mouth.

“Shit, shit, that is not good. Fuck. Okay, stay on your side, I think that’s supposed to keep the airway clear? Or is that for vomit?” Dick reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jason’s boot, giving a shaky, blood-stained smile.

“I’m okay,” He signed, like a liar.

“I don’t believe you, where else are you injured, Dickhead?” Dick gestured vaguely to all of him, before pointing at the rib which was aggressively protesting his new body position.

“Broken, I think,” as his hands moved, slowly as Jason was still learning ASL, another spurt of blood forced its way past Dick’s lips, leaving him gasping as he coughed up what was probably way too much blood.

“Yeah no shit, you look like you were run over by the Batmobile,” if you call the a small-time mob boss with way too much combat skill the Batmobile, sure.

“Distract me?” Dick managed through more painful coughs that shifted his broken rib dangerously.

“I can be distracting! Let’s see.. Oh! I got an A on my presentation for English class, I got some points off for pronunciation, but I think they just don’t like my accent. I really liked the book we read, though. I might read it again once it’s summer break. It’s so annoying the way they don’t let us read ahead when we’re reading for assignments, though. The way they assign the chapters we always end off on a cliffhanger!” Jason had sat down on the floor next to Dick, helping him shift more firmly on to his side while they waited for Bruce to arrive.

“They’re teaching patience,” Dick did his best to sign clearly while moving in a way that wouldn’t possibly shift his rib even more.

“That’s dumb, it’s English class, shouldn’t it be a good thing that I want to read more? Who just puts down a book when the chapter ends on a cliffhanger? No one! I thought they were supposed to teach you things that apply to real life,” Jason pouted, throwing his head back dramatically in a way that caused his curly dark hair to bounce around his head before settling back into place.

Finally Dick was saved from the teenage melodramatics (which, admittedly, he had asked for and did help to distract him), a shadowed figure entering Dick’s field of vision in a way that immediately let Dick know that Bruce was here.

“Robin, what is Nightwing’s status?” Batman barked out. Jason scrambled to his feet, listing off the injuries that he had been able to see.

“I think he should be safe to move? But even if he isn’t we really need to, he’s losing blood from some sort of internal injury and if we don’t hurry he’s going to drown in it.”

“Right, up you go, chum,” Dick hissed out a breath as he was lifted off the ground by strong arms, hard body armor digging in. “Let’s bring you home.”

[folliesandfolderols]

Recently returned to England from an extended Grand Tour, the Honorable Timothy Drake is immediately called to Stephanie Brown’s aid. To help his childhood companion, the alpha must once again don the disguise he left behind on his travels and play highwayman to recover a family heirloom. However, omega Lord Damian Wayne, the intended victim of Tim’s robbery scheme, is hardly one to simply allow his belongings to be ransacked by a common criminal. From the moment they meet, sparks fly between the two. And soon, their worlds become even more entangled, for the Duke of Gotham has invited Tim to court his youngest son. Now Tim must please a notoriously difficult omega while still working to secretly reclaim Stephanie’s property. As Tim finds himself ever more intrigued, he knows that at some point his deception must be revealed. If only he could find the right way to bare his heart to Lord Damian...

Pairing: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Rating: Teen Words: 27,566

This is my fourth and final fic for TimDami Week 2024! Written for the December 2 prompts "Omegaverse | Identity Porn."

Excerpt under the cut.

The Honorable Timothy Drake checked once more to be certain his mask covered his face and adjusted his grip on his pistol. This wasn’t the first time he’d played highwayman, though it would be the last if all went well tonight. It was the first occasion upon which he’d engaged in such nocturnal pursuits within a day’s ride of London. He’d be damned if his mother caught wind of it at this late date.

Not that the Earl of Bellingham had cared to know what her son and heir did while out of her sight until fairly recently. Raising children was omegas’ work. As long as Tim showed up when summoned and made the appropriate noises until he could escape, Jack Drake considered himself an exemplary parent, and Tim did nothing to disabuse him of the notion, so Janet Drake had been satisfied. However, Tim was lately returned from an extensive voyage, and both his parents were paying closer attention than usual.

His gelding, Redbird, shifted restlessly beneath him and whickered. Tim ran a soothing hand down the proud curve of his chestnut neck. His tack, padded and painted black, made no sound and reflected no light in the full moon. Another risk he’d chosen to take tonight: Redbird could be recognized by someone familiar with his mother’s stable. His blaze was currently covered with a harmless temporary dye Tim had concocted himself to match the rest of his coat, as were his two stockings, but his lines were memorable to anyone with an eye for horseflesh. Fortunately the Bellingham stables were significantly more depleted than they’d been a decade before, and attracted far less interest from outsiders.

Redbird danced to the side a few steps, letting Tim know his impatience with all the standing. He always grew more recalcitrant when Tim approached his ruts, as if the predator within his body signaled the horse to avoid becoming prey. He’d kept his mount fresh and now must pay the price while awaiting his target.

In the distance, a thunderous rumble heralded the well-sprung carriage of the Duke of Gotham, currently making the long journey to Town from his sprawling Yorkshire country estate. Despite the duke’s reputation for dissipation, His Grace would never have traveled on a Sunday. No, this would be his son, Lord Damian Wayne, flouting his reputation as half a foreigner and a whole heathen. Tim preferred circumspection, himself, but he understood the desire to thumb one’s nose at gossip by embracing the accusations. Traveling at night, however, was a particularly foolhardy course of action, as Lord Damian was about to find out.

The heavy cloud cover thinned just enough for Tim to catch a glimpse of Miss Stephanie Brown’s pale skin on the opposite side of the road, mostly hidden under the dark plain clothes they’d both donned for tonight’s exercise in idiocy. She rode a mare so black she nearly appeared purple in the shadows overlaying her coat. Ricochet technically belonged to Bellingham, but Stephanie’s mother managed the country estate’s home farm, and Stephanie herself had as good as raised the animal.

Steph gave Tim a nod of acknowledgement and lifted her pistol, reins gathered in her free hand.

The coach rounded the bend, black with gold appointments muted in the darkness of the night. Tim tapped his spurs to Redbird’s sides. Delighted to finally be given permission to move, the gelding practically leapt to the center of the road and spun in a pirouette just to show off. Stephanie drew abreast of him. Together, they leveled their pistols at the rapidly approaching team of horses and yelled, “Stand and deliver!”

The coach didn’t even slow.

“Tim, what shall we do should they refuse to stop?” Stephanie asked.

“Never worry.” Tim took aim and fired. The coachman’s hat went flying off his head into the night. His horses, a beautifully matched set of pure blacks, did their best to shy and rear at the noise, though their harness largely forbade it. Tim succeeded in his goal; they drew to a halt just before they would have run over their would-be robbers.

The coachman shook his head and called, “You’re mad, th’ both of you! Nowt but pain if you open th’ door. On tha’ own head be it.” The footman sitting next to him grinned without stirring a muscle.

Well, that was a first, as was the lack of armed guards. Tim didn’t dare look at his companion, but he did tuck his spent pistol away and bring out his sword before cantering forward to reach for the coach door.

Before he could open the latch, the door flew wide. He jerked back just in time to avoid being struck in the face, and Redbird stepped back too in startlement, thus saving him from the blade protruding from the inside of the carriage. A wave of frankincense scent poured from the coach, a common masking technique of high-society omegas.

“How pathetic,” purred a silky voice from the dark interior. Polished steel pointed straight at Tim’s nose, growing closer as the person holding the weapon slowly leaned out the door. “Though I must express my gratitude. This trip’s proven deadly dull. Killing you will enliven it considerably.”

Lord Damian disembarked from his carriage with a careless hop and advanced, blade at the ready.

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[zahri-melitor]

Is Zdarksy’s Batman run actually bad, or is it just messy?

I actually like Zdarsky's current Batman run and don't think 'bad' or 'messy' are actually the right words to characterise it at all.

There's a tendency when a writer gets handed one of the Big Name Titles (Batman, Detective Comics, Superman, Action Comics, Tom King's currently attempting it over in Wonder Woman) to want to produce a Genre Defining, Intellectual Run on the the title. I don't entirely blame it on Jeph Loeb and Hush, but it's undoubtedly become a lot more common since Hush sold approximately one squillion copies and has never been out of print since 2003.

Writers want to make their mark on the title and so they get caught up in interrogating Bruce's psyche rather than focusing on writing entertaining stories based in Gotham characters.

(This is also why I suggest if you want a fun Scott Snyder Batman run you read Gates of Gotham or All Star Batman rather than his Batman run, because he's trying less hard to write his Great Batman Graphic Novels and more focused on telling a good story).

At the moment we have both Chip Zdarsky and Ram V focused on writing Great Defining Batman Runs, rather than what is more common to happen, which is one of the writers on Tec or Batman is trying this and the other is focused on writing entertaining Gotham stories. Ram V's is, from all accounts, probably the one of the two that is going to end up entering The Canon.

However I certainly see more people talking about Zdarsky's run, probably because it's the more accessible of the two to pick up casually for for a run.

What ALSO doesn't help is that Ram V. is currently writing a Barbatos-based run and Zdarsky is writing a Zur-En-Arrh-based run (extremely generalised), as they're two overlapping Basic Batman Plots about forces controlling Bruce.

Why I think people are currently complaining about Zdarsky's run:-

It's based around an interrogation of Zur-En-Arrh Batman. ZEA is probably one of the least liked 'Bruce has crossed the line and is trying to be All Batman, All the Time' plots around here, because it revolves around a concept essentially invented by Grant Morrison, and people on tumblr don't like Grant Morrison's Batman.

Zdarsky is writing about Joker. People on tumblr don't like Joker and think he's overused.

Zdarsky's run has leaned quite heavily into multiversal concepts so far, but what he's looking at is different depictions of Batman The Character across different media adaptions, particularly older adaptions, and what they have to say about the central truth of Batman The Character. He's picking blokey and reddit-popular sort of titles to reference, not tumblr-popular ones.

The primary character in the run is Bruce. The secondary character in the run is Tim. Every other Bat character who passes through the run is brought in to serve a purpose to the narrative, using an aspect of their personality, and if you're a fan of another character, the fact that they're appearing as a side character or an obstacle in the story can be annoying, as the story isn't focused on the thing you cherish most about your blorbo.

I think everyone is busy blaming every aspect of the plot of Gotham War they don't like on Zdarsky, despite the fact it was written by a trio: I don't see Tini Howard or Matthew Rosenberg catching nearly as much flack for Gotham War, even as aspects of the event were pretty clearly steered by them (The Selina parts of the plot were obviously Howard. The Jason parts of the plot including the conditioning look pretty clearly to be a Rosenberg requested part of the story, given he had been consistently writing most of the published Jason content for the last 3 years).

Really, I think at its base it's that Zdarsky is digging into an aspect of the Batman mythos that tumblr doesn't particularly like, and that Zdarsky's main focus in terms of characters are Bruce and Tim. It's fashionable to complain that Tim's getting love and support by a writer for a whole lot of fanon rather than canon related reasons, PLUS Zdarsky is using the wider Gotham cast sparingly and only when he specifically wants them to work within the narrative he's telling.

Plus, it's pretty clear to my eye that Zdarsky's favourite Batman eras are about 1995-2009, and that's shaping some of his choices of characterisation using long term aspects of characters. He's a Brubaker-Rucka and a Morrison-Nicieza fan, people. He likes O'Neil era events and Batfamily writing from Gotham Knights and Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive.

[silvers-smuttery]

Commission: Bruce's Blondes

“I must say, Mister Wayne, this evening has been simply delightful”, Karen Starr complimented the gentleman sitting opposite of her in his limousine. The two had arranged a meeting to discuss a joint business venture of Starrware Industries and the Wayne Foundation. Needless to say negotiations went off without a hitch as both business partners shared the same goal behind it. The rest of the evening was mostly a pleasant dinner between Karen Starr and Bruce Wayne, filled with laughter and mild flirting, which eventually turned into quite overt flirting as the alcohol kept flowing. Or at least, that’s the excuse either of them would present, should the gentleman’s hand creeping down her back, or the lady’s leg rubbing against his be met with controversy. Not that it was.

“I’m certainly glad you enjoyed it. Just one moment, I’ll have Alfred drive you to your hotel”, Bruce took the compliment, holding his champagne out to clink their glasses together. Bruce knew Karen’s real identity, and she knew his. It was that spark of trust that has even led to this business venture to begin with. Seeing his teammate in the stunning, white shoulderless gown, her gaze smoldering as she looked at him with bedroom eyes, did get Bruce a little hot under his collar. Maybe the two could see just how hot things would get in her hote-

“Actually, I never booked one. I was hoping the great Bruce Wayne would be hospitable enough to let me stay the night~”, Power Girl smirked, sipping on her Champagne. She knew from the beginning how this date was going to go. No need to book a room when you know you only need one. And if things hadn’t worked out, she could have simply flown home, followed by an awkward day at the Watch Tower.

The proposition actually managed to startle Bruce. Seeing the stoic Batman’s alter ego choke and cough up his sparkling wine only served to broaden Power Girl’s scarlet red smile, drawing out a small fit of giggles. Though Bruce had an idea that it wasn’t meant as a joke. “My place? Uhm, sure, I’d love to”, The fact that Bruce was THIS startled however did peak the blonde’s curiosity, as well as raising her eyebrow as Bruce caught his composure. Was Bruce keeping secrets from the team again? This twist was certainly unexpected, though really only made the blonde that much more excited to go.

Finally stopping at the front entrance of the large mansion, Bruce was ever the gentleman, extending a hand to help his guest step out of his car. Arm in arm, the two kept advancing towards the door. “A word of warning. My new employee is a little… eccentric”, he explained plainly as he opened the door. Before Karen could even soak that information in, she was greeted by a high-pitched scream, followed by her face getting engulfed by something soft and squishy.

“Welcome home, Mister B. And here I was thinkin’ ya might stay the night out with that blonde bombshell!”

“No Harley, in fact, you are currently smothering that blonde bombshell”

“Oops, sorry. Miss Starr!”

Karen heard that right, didn’t she? That was Harley Quinn. And when her wide eyes were freed of what had to be Double-Ds of cleavage, her suspicions were confirmed. Before her stood Harley Quinn, not in her bodysuit, but in a ridiculously small and revealing Maid Uniform, apparently with nothing else beneath her black apron decorated with red frills. The blonde business woman’s mouth hung agape at the display, a small smile slowly creeping onto her face. Finally tearing herself away from the scandalous sight, Karen shot an excited side eye at Bruce. “That is quite the uniform you have for Miss Quinn, there Bruce”, Power Girl teased, trying hard to hold in her laughter.

“Ya got that wrong, Missy”, Harley interjected, pointing her finger right on her guest’s nose. “I made this one all by myself, so Mister B can have some eye candy while I work”, Harley almost moaned as she let her hands drift over her almost naked form. "Mister B was so kind in takin me in, and makin me his, I say he deserves it.” Harley twirled around, striking poses that barely left anything to their imagination. Her enormous butt was only covered in a tiny thong threatening to tear, while her front was only somewhat obscured by that uniform, barely able to contain her tits. “And I see you very much agree, Madame Starr!”, Harley chuckled. Before Bruce or Karen could intervene, Harley had already closed the distance between her and the other blonde, hands clammering at Power Girl’s big tits. “Gosh, these are firm. Are they really real?”

“Harley, please!”, Bruce interjected, hoping to get his maid to stop groping his guest, but it didn’t seem like she minded much. Power Girl only shot him a salacious look that told him. “You better make this fun, or I’m going to tell the League!”

“Yes, Miss Quinn. 100% real, as your boss is going to learn in a few minutes.”

Bruce was lost. It had become very apparent that he had lost control of this situation, and could only try to get it back. “How about we head up to bed then. Good night, Har-”

“Not so fast, ya blonde bimbo. Don’t think you can pull this on my watch!”, the blonde maid exclaimed, drawing attention back to her. “Don’t think I don’t know whatcha been doin’ all night. Flaunting your body all around to make Master B’s cock hard as a rock and give him balls as blue as a smurf!” Harley kept her hands clammering Karen’s tits, nails digging into her skin as much as they could given her Kryptinian physique. With her frustrations expressed, sorta, Harley moved down to her knees in front of her boss. Before they knew, Bruce’s pants were down at his ankles, his thick dick standing tall as Harley moved to cradle it. “In this house, this musky hunk of cock is my responsibility, ya better get back in line”, the blonde scowled, sticking her tongue out at Karen, before using it on that musky tip.

“Harley-”

“Oh, you don’t think this delicious gentleman is enough man to share? How greedy, Miss Quinn!”, Power Girl chuckled teasingly as she let her dress fall completely in front of Bruce, who took note of her distinct lack of underwear as she settled down right next to Harley. This situation was spiraling more and more out of control. As good as two twirling tongues from busty blondes felt around his burly dick, he had to take charge.

“ENOUGH!” Bruce’s yell echoed through the halls of Wayne Manor. Any moans and slurping sounds halted as the two women looked up in shock and surprise, at the stern growling voice the two had heard so often before. Albeit from different sides. “Bedroom! NOW!” Bruce didn’t wait for either of them to move on their own. He simply grabbed Power Girl and Harley’s blonde hair and dragged the two women along as he walked. Pained grunts were accompanied by hearty, growling moans as they followed his command, biting their lips while their soaked pussies left a trail behind them as they crawled on the floor..

Arriving at the master bedroom, Bruce practically threw the ladies onto the bed. Almost instinctively, the blonde ladies raised their asses at the patriarch of the house, huffing and panting out moans as they shook their cheeks and folds to entice him, drooling in excitement onto the soft sheets below. Their eyes met, giggling like school girls making a silent bet with each other, though their chuckles were cut short by a harsh smack against each of their cheeks, turning into shrill shrieks. “Go on, beg for it. What do you want?”, Bruce demanded them to speak, shoving two fingers into each of their soaking pussies and making them inhale sharply.

“Please, Master B. I am your maid- No! Your pet. I’m yours to use and dump your fat load into any of my holes and everywhere on my body. Slap me, beat me, dump all of your delicious spunk on me that this bitch tried to keep for herself!”, Harley panted like a dog, grinding her pussy on his fingers before biting down into the blanket she laid on.

“Yeah, let me be your loyal bitch dog. I need a big, strong, muscly stud to handle and breed me. You’re one of the few men who could handle me. I teased you all night so you could put a baby in your breeding bitch! I want my belly full and round with your baby batter for the rest of my life! *bark bark bark*!”, Power Girl continued with voicing their desires, eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she started fucking herself on his hand.

“Good girls”, Bruce praised them as he let his dick smack each of their asses, giving the illusion of making a choice when he had already decided which bitch to breed first. Karen’s tongue rolled out of her mouth when he pumped his cock into her waiting core in one go. The pressure inside the cunt from Krypton was almost overwhelming and it would have been for anybody who wasn’t the Batman. Bruce kept his composure while his hips rocked into the blonde’s wide womanly hips. Perfect to bear his seed when he was ready to unleash his load.

Harley couldn’t help but pout when he saw her Master breed the new skank first. “Well, ya got lucky you're the fancy new toy here”, the former jestress chuckled as she crawled over to her master’s new girl to suck up her lazy tongue and force hers into her gaping mouth, as Bruce grabbed Karen’s hips to pound her firm ass harder. It was her duty to support her Master and make sure he spread his seed as best as he could.

Bruce was focused on pounding Power Girl, so he was too preoccupied to pay attention to Harley crawling off the bed, until she turned up behind him. He had to take a pause when he felt Harley spread his ass cheeks, before her hot, wet tongue found its way to his rim. His balls churned and twitched when he felt her tongue his asshole. “I knew you were worth it Harley, good girl!”, Bruce praised his pig-tailed maid, which made her dig in deeper and more voraciously. Power Girl used the slight pause in the action to adjust her position, rolling over onto her back as she pulled Bruce in with all her body, arms and legs completely wrapped around the human stud and making him kiss her passionately.

With all the attention from two busty bombshell blondes, Bruce’s dam eventually broke. His balls exploded with a flood of cum pumped right into the Kryptonian’s baby chamber, which slurped up every little drip until it couldn’t possibly drink more.

“Oh, god..." Oh fuckk… I think I can feel my eggs getting fertilized. If you didn’t get me pregnant right now, nothing will, he”, Karen laughed, as much as exhaustion allowed her. Even she worked up a little sweat, though by far not as much as the stallion hunched over her, dripping the musky liquid over her. Once she noticed Harley at his backdoor, still lapping away, Power Girl whispered into his ear, “I think it’s time you gave her a treat too.”

Moments later, Harley was also on her back, back on the bed as Bruce thrust his dick into her waiting pussy. If anything, Power Girl's encouraging words made him rock her world even harder than he did hers, caressing his muscles as she watched her twintails bounce as the happy maid got pounded. "You want to see her get the same treatment?", Bruce asked the woman by his side.

"You know me so well. Not like we're going to give her a choice, but I don't think she'll mind", Karen Starr whispered in Bruce’s ear, her hands gently wandering down from his pecs to his abs, over his crotch towards Harley womb, caressing and pressing down on her baby chamber. She playfully bit his earlobe as she felt Bruce shoot another load into his maid, knocking her up too.

"You know there is no doubt our project will make me come to Gotham more often. What would you say if I just stayed? Y’know, so you can watch both of us progress~”, Power Girl offered herself to Gotham's Billionaire Playboy, sealing it with a deep kiss while Harley drooled her scrambled brain out of her mouth, basking in the warmth of her boss's seed flooding her ovaries.

[natcat5]

Hello natcat5, I just wanted to say I have read your story Waver on ao3 and I really really really love it! I was so engrossed the whole time trying to piece things together!!

Damian's shock in chapter 2 was so gripping, and it made it so clear why he took the car after that Bruce left. Jason has had enough and will take matters into his own hands!! Big brother Jay is always the best!! Dick's outburst after ensuring Damian left was so heartbreaking :(

Excited for how the story unfolds :) BTW, it is alright if you do not respond!! Have a nice day/night!

Oh wow, thank you so much!

I said in the Chapter 2 note that Chapter 3 would be up in a month if it was the same length as Chapter 1....and it so very much is not. Chapter 3 is shaping up to be double the length of Chapter 1. So like...launch date TBD 😂 I don't want to make a promise I can't keep, but there is a strong likelihood of it being up by the 1st week of April.

In the meantime, here's the first scene as it currently stands! Still drafting so some of the wording may change by the time it's up on AO3

There is immortality in photographs.

Like a head mounted above hearth. Skinned-fur spread across floor. Cresting antlers crowned against wall. Preservation through capture and dismemberment.

Gotham, immortalized.

Jagged spires grinning impishly against grey-shroud sky. Streetlights and lit windows surrounded by long-limbed shadows. Darkness defied by pinpricks of light, light defined by unyielding darkness. A hideous and beautiful smear of smog and scourge, saved as a snapshotted moment. City sliced down to a rectangle, hard borders where there should be horizon.

And there-- shadows, personified. Edge of cape blurring into the smog, pointed cowl blending with the spires. The Bat; a smudge of living darkness against the roofs that are his hunting grounds. Frozen in motion, caught forever in this moment.

And behind him, a splash of colour.

False colour. In the way that the brightness of tigers is an illusion, orange and white blending perfectly into the greens and browns of jungle. The Robin reds and greens and yellows are bright and eye-catching except when they are not, except when some trick of pattern blends the colours perfectly with Gotham gloom. In this moment, the pattern is both. Edges of cape disappearing, but the body bright; the promised light to Batman’s smear of shadow.

Robin, pictured and preserved, frozen in the motion of vaulting through the air with staff. A featherless bird in flight.

This is a dream.

This is a dream-- because he’s never taken a photo of himself as Robin. There is no scrapbook shrine to his tenure the way there is for his predecessors.

This is a dream-- because the photo shifts. Robin vaulting to Robin running. Low on the roof, melding deeper into shadow, moonlight catching on the glint of a half-drawn sword.

This is dream.

There is immortality in photographs. Moments frozen, a piece of what is loved captured forever. The shifting Robins do not compromise the immortalization of Gotham, because the snapshot of the city remains unchanged. A photo of his greatest love: Gotham, with Batman and Robin.

It doesn’t matter who’s in the mask so long as there’s Batman and Robin.

It doesn’t matter who’s cut out of the narrative. It doesn’t matter, so long as there’s someone to fill the space.

It doesn’t matter.

It has to not matter.

It has to be okay.

Because when the dream ends, Tim knows he has to go.

It’s okay.

It has to be okay.

It’s okay that I’m gone, because Batman and Robin will still be here.

It’s okay.

It’s okay. Yes, it’s okay.

…but what if you could stay?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

When Consequences Catch Up

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/C8Tv641 by ImaShayne The very last thing Bruce wanted was for his kids to find out who his current (~~romantic interest~~) totally just physical hook up is, which would be much easier if said none emotional hookup wouldn't accidentally take his kids on one impromptu mission. Meanwhile Constantine is interrupted on what would have been a very good morning with his newest (~~lover~~) conquest by one Dead Man, aka Boston Brand, who - in a near panicked state is relaying that the new Ghost King of the infinite realms has been captured, and that Constantine himself MUST do something to fix this. Begrudgingly he finds some help, because it's the bloody infinite realms and there's a few powerful beings in there that have contracts on his soul-- including but not limited too the ghost of Chronos himself. Said assistance comes in the form of Zatanna (who was hanging with Dick) and Raven (who was hanging with both Damian and Tim in Titan Tower) The thing is, a good number of John's deal have caught up with him-- and the payment is due. What no one told him is that at the end of this he'd have a whole kid! Words: 1912, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Healing Powers of Domesticity Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: John Constantine, Bruce Wayne, Boston Brand, Zatanna Zatara, Dick Grayson, Raven, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Guys in White (Danny Phantom), Vlad Masters, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom, Clockwork (Danny Phantom) Relationships: John Constantine/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: I'll add more characters as I go along - Freeform, I'll add more tags when I go along, Implied/Referenced Torture, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Post-Graphic Novel: A Glitch in Time (Danny Phantom), Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, John adopts a kid, unofficially of course, but ghost official, John and Bruce are gonna get serious, Rescue Mission, clockwork calling on John's debt, DPxDC Week 2023 (Danny Phantom and DCU), Age Regression/De-Aging, Minor spicy scene, batkids butting in read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/C8Tv641

[fireemblemlover225]

Daughter of Batman: An Aqualad Love Story

Prolouge

Jessamine Alice Wayne huffed in frustration as she threw a punch, but it didn’t make contact for the millionth time.  She was sparring with the Boy Wonder, and even though he was two years younger than her, he was a difficult opponent.  The two of them were both in workout clothes instead of their vigilante outfits at the moment.

The differences in their workout clothes hinted at their different fighting styles.  The Boy Wonder’s tight clothing and lack of socks hinted at his acrobatic background.  Jessamine’s loose-fitting clothing and socks hinted at how she used any and all weight to her advantage while maintaining fluid movements.

However, neither of them were highlighting their techniques well, after all, they had been sparring for over an hour.  After blocking and dodging the acrobat’s counterstrikes, Jessamine was breathing heavily with her frame slouching as she tried to keep her exhaustion at bay.  The Boy Wonder was just as tired, if not more, from dodging Jessamine’s every attack with flips and tricks, and pivoting to land counterstrikes. 

Jessamine studied the Boy Wonder’s slouched posture as she attempted to catch her breath.  Robin caught her eyeing him and threw a smirk at her while he caught his breath as well.  Knowing that Robin was about to say something irritating, Jessamine quickly straightened up and rushed towards the blue-eyed 13-year-old.  As she was about to fake a punch, a voice rumbled, “Stop.”

Jessamine slowly lowered her arms to the side of her body, still breathing heavily as she turned to face the person the voice came from; in the corner of her eye, she could see Robin do the same.  The voice had come from Batman who was mediating the sparring of his protégés.

“Why are you both waiting for someone to go on the offensive?  I know you both would rather an opponent rush at you than throw the first punch, but this is not the first time you’ve sparred with each other.”  Batman paused and looked at his daughter, narrowing his eyes; then turning to do the same to Robin.

“Not to mention, Mr. Freeze is getting closer to civilian areas with every passing minute.”  Batman continued.  “And you both know that we have somewhere to be after Freeze is dealt with.”  At these words, Jessamine tensed, and her father continued, “At this rate, I’ll deal with Freeze myself, and we’ll skip out on our plans for later.”

Jessamine clenched her right arm in reaction to her father’s declaration.  He then leveled a glare at her that had her unconsciously taking a step back.  “Swift, you have powers, use them.  Why have you only been dodging and blocking Robin physically instead of phasing through him?  While he is younger than you, you know he can handle sparring with you when you are at full capacity.”

Batman narrowed his eyes at his daughter further as he said, “I have already told you to phase with every opportunity that rises.”  Jessamine’s eyebrows lowered in an effort to stay focused on her current battle instead of dwelling on the criticism her father had just dished out.

While scolding his daughter, Batman’s hands had been at his sides, but as he turned to Robin, The Bat crossed his arms over his chest and stared down the 13-year-old detective.  “Robin, why are you only backflipping and not front flipping?  You’re only using your acrobatics to dodge instead of using them to both dodge and chase.  What’s on your mind since this fight clearly isn’t?”

Batman stopped as he waited for an answer from Robin.  Jessamine watched as Robin averted his gaze from her father and looked at the ground guiltily instead.  Jessamine frowned in sympathy for the young acrobat; however, she did not offer him any form of comfort.  Her attention was brought back to her father as he began to speak, “Both of you clearly have something on your minds, so take a minute to catch your breath and refocus.”

As Jessamine took her father’s words to heart, Batman uncrossed his arms and brought them back to his sides while his eyes relaxed from their menacing squint.  “You have 15 minutes to refocus and wrap this up before I leave both of you here.”

Recalling her father’s words, Jessamine slowed down her breathing and focused on discarding the things that were currently rattling around in her head.  Jessamine had always been intimidated by her father when he was wearing his mask as Batman, but after his strict distinction earlier between their personal and undercover lives, her mind strayed to his daytime persona.

Bruce Wayne is rather dark and brooding; he is a tall and muscular man with straight black hair and brown eyes.  He has a square face with imposing low eyebrows, high and wide cheekbones, a large roman nose, large straight lips, and a strong chiseled jawline. 

Jessamine’s mind now strayed to what she had been told about her mother, Dr. Chase Meridian-Wayne.  Jessamine had been told that her mother was light and caring with a bit of allure.  She was of average height and had long wavy blonde hair, striking blue eyes, a diamond face, long straight eyebrows, high cheekbones, a duchess nose, soft small lips, and a delicate curved jawline.

Jessamine herself is a mix of her two parents, but she was told she favors her mother.  She has her father’s height and is 5’8” at the age of fifteen.  She has a diamond face like her mother, long blonde hair with curls that seem deliberate, high cheekbones, a duchess nose, and soft small lips.  She has her father’s imposing low eyebrows and his chiseled jaw.   However, she got her powers from neither parent though her mother was present when Jessamine got her powers.

Dr. Chase Meridian-Wayne was kidnapped twice in her lifetime.  The first kidnapping occurred early in her relationship with Bruce Wayne when she was kidnapped by the Riddler.  The second and last kidnapping occurred after she was married to Bruce and had their daughter Jessamine.  This second kidnapping did not result in only Dr. Meridian-Wayne being kidnapped.  She was kidnapped along with her daughter by a villain that is unknown to this day, and it would be the last time she was with her daughter.

There wasn’t much that was known about what had taken place during this kidnapping, only that it left Dr. Meridian-Wayne dead, and her daughter with powers.  Jessamine was able to phase through any surface, and through skin contact, she was connected to the emotions of another person.  Though her second power was discovered later on, Jessamine would know the emotions a person had gone through in their lifetime, and the incidents associated with those emotions.  After that first time of skin contact with a person, she was also able to track the emotional state of that person over a limited distance, but only when she sought out their emotional connection.

Jessamine is emotionally connected to three people at this moment in time: Alfred, Richard Grayson, and her father.  Because of the depth of information that she got from the first skin contact with anyone, she would be immobile for variable amounts of time.  It could go from seconds to minutes depending on how many different emotional states that person went through in their lifetime.  Because of this time delay, it is imperative that her skin is always covered.

Her phasing also had some drawbacks to it as well.  The first time Jessamine phased, she couldn’t control it and ended up phasing from the top floor of the Wayne Mansion to the Batcave.  Luckily, her father had managed to cushion her fall and calm her down before she hurt herself.  Because of this incident, Jessamine still has a fear of losing control of her phasing and falling to her death, which inconsequently led to a fear of heights.  After help from her father, Jessamine could now brave heights instead of running away from them, but she was still very wary of them and tried to avoid them as often as possible, which was exceedingly difficult as a protégé of Batman.

Jessamine was forced out of her thoughts when she heard mirthful laughter.  Jessamine quickly focused her eyes on her fellow protégé who was currently in front of her.  When she looked at Robin with eyebrows raised from being startled, he let out another laugh.  Jessamine narrowed her eyes at him as she waited for the comment, she knew he was about to make.

“As thankful as I was for the opportunity to make this match a quick win, could you at least make this fun for me?”  The Boy Wonder said as he raised his arms in front of her and made his hands into fists, crouching slightly.  Jessamine said nothing as she got into her own fighting stance.  She raised her own arms with the left slightly behind the right and began to circle the Boy Wonder.

Though Robin was often sarcastic and snarky in public, it wasn’t very often he did the same to his adoptive sister.  He was only that way to Jessamine if he was impatient or annoyed.  Jessamine tried not to frown in response to what he had just said because she knew he had plenty of reasons to be impatient with her at this moment.

Jessamine sighed as she recalled her father’s critiques earlier.  While she was dwelling on this, the Boy Wonder vaulted towards her, quickly starting a front-flip.  Realizing his intentions, Jessamine readied herself to phase through him and only him.  As Robin’s foot was about to make contact with her torso, she phased through his landing form. 

Robin had expected this and as soon as she solidified, he threw a punch at her side.  She quickly blocked his punch by bringing one of her knees up to match his hand; she followed her block with two quick jabs.  Robin dodged one of her jabs, but the second slipped through his guard.

As soon as Jessamine’s fist had come in contact with her younger opponent’s side, a hot, angry pain radiated through her left arm.  Jessamine grimaced and froze as she tried to put the pain aside.  Robin noticed her grimace and grabbed her extended arm, flipping her over his shoulder.  Jessamine cried out and rolled to try to quickly get up.  As soon as she reached her feet, she noticed her father holding his hand in the air from the corner of her eye.  Robin and Jessamine both dropped from their fighting stances as they waited for The Bat to speak.  “That’s enough.” He said.

As her father’s eyes narrowed visibly through his mask, Jessamine had to fight the urge to take a step back.  “Jessamine, did you think I didn’t notice that you’ve been avoiding me these past few weeks?  Not only that, but you’ve been wearing long sleeves, and avoiding using your left hand.  Show it to me.” He said as he stepped closer to her.

Jessamine bit her lip but complied as she tried not grimace again while she rolled up her sleeve.  She could see her father’s eyes widen as he took in the amount of swelling her arm had, and its color.  When she thought he was going to touch her arm, he said, “This is the end of this session.  Robin will be assisting me with Mr. Freeze while you and Alfred go to get your arm checked out.”

Jessamine nodded before her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened, realization hitting her, “What about meeting the other protégées and getting access to the hall?”  She asked, her eyes frantic.

Bruce studied his daughter’s expression for a moment before he said, “I regret that you can’t take part today, but your health comes first.  That is a lesson just as important as anything you would be taught about the league.”  Jessamine openly stared at her father before letting her eyebrows lower, and she looked at the ground with her eyes half lidded.  Bruce lightly placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and then motioned for Robin to follow him.

Robin glanced at Jessamine but said nothing as he followed behind Bruce.  They were gone quickly, and before she could even think about sneaking after them, she heard someone clear their throat.  Turning, in the direction of the sound, she saw Alfred waiting patiently for her.  “Are you coming, mistress, or would you like to change before we leave?”

Jessamine shook her head and asked, “Which clinic are we going to?”

Alfred glanced at her before answering, “You’ll know when we get there.”  Jessamine nodded before she put on her shoes, which she had left next to the blue sparring mat she had previously been on, grabbed a drawstring bag that was next to her shoes, and left the Batcave with Alfred.  As Jessamine followed Alfred, she let her mind wander to the vigilante suit that she would now be unable to wear for a good period of time.

Her vigilante outfit was terribly similar to her father’s.  It was a dark color though hers was a dark blue while her father’s was black.  Her outfit itself was a full body suit with a cowl and a cape.  Instead of having points on the side of her head like her father’s did, hers was black and covered the outline of her face smoothly.  There was also an opening for her hair at the back of her cowl, it let her hair rest on her shoulders.  Her cape was black on the outside, but it was a soft gray on the inside.

Her body suit was the dark blue color mentioned earlier, on her chest was a silver outline of a swift.  On her was waist was a black utility belt which had a black overskirt under it.  The overskirt came a little bit lower than mid-thigh, and then you could see the dark blue bodysuit again.  Her feet had tight black boots on them, there was no heel on the boots, so it looked to be the same material as her body suit.  Her suit was the same for her hands as it was for her boots.

Before she knew it, Jessamine was already with Alfred at their sleek black BMW.   The aforementioned Butler was holding the passenger door to the car open and looking at Jessamine expectantly.  Jessamine bowed her head slightly in a brief apology before she got into the car and put the bag on the ground next to her feet.  Alfred quickly pulled the door closed before walking to the driver’s side of the car.  After Alfred entered the car and strapped in, Jessamine strapped in as well, and Alfred started the car.

More often than not, Alfred let Jessamine listen to whatever she wanted, but today, it was silent.  After they were past the gates to Wayne Manor, Jessamine called to her family butler, “Alfred?”

“Yes, mistress,” Alfred responded without so much as a blink.

Jessamine lightly chewed her bottom lip before she asked, “What was my mother like?”

This time Alfred blinked as he glanced at her in the corner of his eye.

Jessamine sighed and, folding her hands in her lap, said, “I know we don’t talk about her very often, but the older I get, the more I seem to wonder about her.”

Alfred nodded in response, and said, “Your father asked me similar questions when he was your age,” Jessamine thought about that situation for a bit, before she heard Alfred answer her question, “I’m sure you’ve heard that your mother was a psychologist, but most people didn’t realize she was one.  Of course, she analyzed everyone she met, but she did it quietly.

“She could have conned people and pretended to be a Mentalist with how quietly she observed people.”  The butler chuckled briefly before continuing, “Your father could pick out when she was analyzing something only after being married to her for a year.  She and your father were always sweet to each other though I won’t share those details with you.”  Alfred paused for a few moments, and Jessamine frowned, blushing as she realized what Alfred was alluding to.

Alfred cleared his throat and continued, “When she was pregnant with you, she started working from home.  She wasn’t required to, nor did a doctor suggest bed rest.  When I asked her why, she told me that she kept thinking back to when the Riddler kidnapped her, and how dangerous the villains that your father faced were.  She wanted to spend every moment she could with you and your father.  Even after you were old enough for her to go back to her office, she didn’t.”

Alfred paused and glanced at Jessamine and said, “You’ll have to ask your father for anything more mistress.  You should have been asking him in the first place.”  Mirth sparkled in Alfred’s eyes as he glanced at Jessamine again.

Jessamine chuckled and nodded her head, saying, “Thank you, Alfred,”

The butler nodded as they reached their destination.  It was a no-questions-asked clinic.  There were only a few of them in Gotham, and not many people knew about them.  The reason being that the price for treatment was extremely high.  The staff was skilled, quick, and secretive about the identity of their clients.  As Jessamine realized where they were, she raised an eyebrow at Alfred.

“I felt bad that you would miss the induction today.  You might not be able to suit up, but at least you’ll be able to watch.  After all, today’s the day.”  Alfred said with a small shrug and a smile.  As Jessamine grinned, he added on, “I also didn’t feel like dealing with the press today.”

“Oh, thank you Alfred,” Jessamine said as she gave him a hug.  She recoiled with a whimper soon after as her left arm throbbed in pain from coming into contact with something.  Alfred’s eyes widened, and he ushered her inside the clinic.

Everyone that came into this clinic usually had a visual injury, so when Jessamine and Alfred walked in with Jessamine cradling her arm, a woman came out of nowhere and guided her to the back.  Because of the woman’s quickness, Jessamine barely got to scan the clinic’s waiting area.  Now that she was being taken for an x-ray, Jessamine took the time to scan the area.

The hallways were narrow and white walled with white florescent lights across the ceiling, every now and then one of the sides would open into a room which had staff sitting at the desks typing at computers.  There was only one distinct difference between the clinic and a regular hospital; the waiting rooms were almost deserted, and that made sense for the way this clinic operated.  There are only a small number of patients with the knowledge and income to seek out this clinic.  They also pursue things in a timely fashion and avoid asking questions about the acquisition of injuries.

As they reached the X-Ray room, Jessamine was promptly ushered inside by her guide and given instructions on how to complete these scans.  Jessamine had to change into a hospital gown.  Once that was done, her guide put a lead vest on Jessamine to protect her from the radiation.  Then, Jessamine was given a series of positions in which to place her arm against a panel.

With the scans done, Jessamine put back on her clothes, and her guide politely turned around until Jessamine was done, just as the guide had done before.  Now that Jessamine was dressed, the guide turned around and started leading Jessamine to a consultation room.

After the X-Rays were taken, the scans were sent electronically to the physician that had been assigned to Jessamine for this occasion.  The physician would then plot a course of action while collaborating with Alfred through the staff because Jessamine was a minor.

When Jessamine arrived in the room, she was greeted by a petite blonde woman in a rolling chair.  The room itself was a standard size with an examination chair in the center of the room while there was a counter with physicians’ tools and a sink to the left.  There was a trash can for medical waste behind the examination chair, and the blonde woman was sitting in the right corner of the room in front of the examination chair with a clipboard in her hands.  The door to this room was solid metal, and the walls were a warm tan.

As Jessamine sat down in the examination chair, the blonde greeted her, “Welcome Ms. Wayne, I’ll be your doctor today; you can call me…” The blonde paused before smiling and continuing, “Dr. Smith,” Jessamine narrowed her eyes in response, for she knew the doctor was giving her a false name, but she also knew that none of the workers here shared their real names in order to keep their business a secret.

Dr. Smith cleared her throat before saying, “After looking at your X-Rays, I can see that you have a fracture to your left radius.  In most cases, this would require surgery before we could put a cast on it, but in your case the bone is not out of place, it is only cracked.”  Dr. Smith paused, and said, “The treatment we would suggest for you, would be putting a cast on your arm, and monitoring how the bone heals.”

Jessamine nodded as the doctor finished.  “Can I assume that my guardian has agreed with your suggested treatment?”  Jessamine asked. 

The doctor smiled, and said, “Of course.”

Jessamine nodded her head again before asking, “Will you be the one to put on said cast?”

Dr. Smith shook her head, and said, “A nurse will be in shortly to put the cast on.”  With those words, the self-proclaimed Dr. Smith got up from her rolling chair and walked out of the room.  As she waited for the nurse to arrive, Jessamine let her thoughts wander.  Jessamine or as her alter ego was known as, Swift, was quick witted like the Batman and Robin, but she tended to get injured more than they did.  It wasn’t that she was clumsy because a clumsy vigilante would do more harm than good; it was more that she had bad luck.

When they came across gothamites with guns, each bullet would fly straight past Batman and Robin, but a stray bullet would bounce off something and end up hitting Jessamine.  It was because of this, and her powers, that Batman was always hesitant to take her on patrol with him.  Jessamine wasn’t in her outfit because she had hurt her arm the last time she had been on patrol with her father.  She had been fighting someone substantially larger than her, and he had gotten the upper hand on her and thrown her into a wall.  It was an outside wall, so her forearm hit the corner of the wall. 

After she hit her arm, she blacked out for a moment before she started to get back up, and that did not go unnoticed by her father and the Boy Wonder.  Once the criminals had been apprehended, Bruce expressed his concern, but his daughter had brushed him off.  Jessamine was tired of seeming like a vigilante-in-distress.  However, as time passed, her arm swelled and hurt to an increasing degree.  She knew that she shouldn’t hide her injury from her father, but she was trying to prove he should take her on patrol more often.

Jessamine was startled from her thoughts by a tall ginger man knocking on the open door to the room and entering it with a cart.

Unlike, Dr. Smith, the man did not bother to introduce himself.  From his sudden appearance, Jessamine assumed that this man was the aforementioned nurse.  The cart that he wheeled in had a few things on it, something that looked like a sock, a clean basin of water, a white roll of bandages, and large scissors with black handles.

The nurse soon wheeled the cart next to the examination chair.  After that, he moved the rolling chair in front of the examination chair.  As he sat down, he motioned for Jessamine to hold up her arm.  Jessamine frowned as she hesitated.  The nurse still hadn’t said a word.  While Jessamine continued to hesitate, the nurse cleared his throat.  After a few more moments of staring at the man’s gloved hand, Jessamine lifted her injured arm.

The nurse then reached for the object that looked like sock.  The nurse picked it up, and carefully slid it onto Jessamine forearm.  Jessamine then realized that this object was not a sock, but a sleeve with a hole for her thumb.  As the nurse continued to put on this sleeve, Jessamine felt her focus shift.

It was against all of her training to zone out while she was vulnerable, but she couldn’t help but start to think about what she could be missing.  Today was the day that she and the other protégés were to get access to the Hall of Justice.  It was the place the Justice League pretended was their headquarters in order to placate the public.  There, they beamed themselves to their actual headquarters, an orbiting satellite in space called the Watchtower, from the Hall of Justice using teleportation technology.

Jessamine had not been told this information by her father, at least, not directly.  Since she hadn’t been told, it was reasonable to assume that the other sidekicks hadn’t been told either.  This in turn meant that they weren’t fully trusted by the Justice League and its members.  Though it was true that the protégés were to be given free reign over the fake headquarters today. 

Jessamine frowned as her thoughts began to dwell on the fact that she had to watch from the sidelines today.  Whose protégés were going to be there in the first place?  Before Jessamine could begin to ponder this question, she heard someone clearing their throat.

Jessamine blinked rapidly as she came out of her thoughts.  She suddenly realized that the voice must have come from the nurse that was putting a cast on her arm.  Jessamine then looked at him in confusion.  In response, the man huffed and motioned to her injured arm.  When she looked at it, she realized that her arm already had a cast on it.

Her thumb peeked out of the side of it while it began just below the middle of her digits.  The cast itself was white though there was a black overlay on the surface of it.  Jessamine glanced back at the nurse with mild surprise.  When he saw her expression, he said, “I tried to ask you what color you wanted, but you didn’t hear me, so I just chose black.”

The nurse paused and handed her a black sling, “You need to keep your arm elevated and refrain from using it; you’ll have to wear this until your next appointment.”  Jessamine frowned at the sling but nodded in understanding.

The nurse then turned to leave, and Jessamine called out to him in confusion, “Should I assume that this sling is easy to put on since you haven’t given me any instructions??”

Without turning, the nurse said, “The sling isn’t hard to assemble, but I haven’t given you instructions because your guardian will be helping you put it on.”  He then walked out the doorway without waiting for Jessamine to follow him.  Jessamine hesitated before she got off the examination table and followed after the nurse.

As Jessamine followed the nurse through the hospital, she was itching to ask more questions about the sling and her injury, but her mind kept going back to the interactions she had had with him so far.  The nurse only spoke when it was absolutely necessary and did not say a word otherwise.  He also rarely made eye contact with Jessamine throughout their entire interaction.  From her observations, Jessamine came to the conclusion that her nurse had a secret, but that wasn’t uncommon for staff in a no-questions-asked clinic.  Why did this particular nurse catch her attention?  All of the staff in this clinic were using fake personas, no doubt, but this nurse made no attempt at making a false name.

On every occasion that Jessamine had been treated at a no-questions-asked clinic, every worker she had interacted with had a fake persona, and yet this onenurse did not even attempt a fake name.  He stood out in a place full of people trying to stay under the radar, and not only that, but he also looked familiar to her.

Jessamine was forced out of her thoughts when she heard Alfred clear his throat.  Jessamine frowned, looking around, as she realized she was no longer inside the no-questions-asked clinic.  She was now outside the building altogether, outside standing with Alfred by their BMW.  With her eyebrows furrowed, Jessamine asked, “Alfred, how long have I been lost in my thoughts?”

“Alfred pulled out his pocket watch, and glanced at the time of the face, answering, “From your time with me, fifteen minutes.  Though you were in your own thoughts from the moment you reached me with that nurse.”  Jessamine frowned in response, and Alfred cleared his throat once again as he opened the car’s passenger door for her.  “We should be on our way if we’re going to reach the Hall of Justice in time.”

Jessamine shook her head slightly, as if she was shaking away her wandering thoughts, and got into the car through the open door.  Alfred closed the door softly behind her before walking to the driver’s side of the car and getting into the car.  The ride to the hall of justice was quiet although the radio was on this time unlike before.