#bruce decided to intensify everyone's awareness training

[prettealolilol]

So Tim starts stalking Batman and Robin and photographing them when he's like nine. Imagine little Timmy, looking at those pictures, amazed by his two favourite superhero, thinking that if anyone took pictures like this of his family, he''d love to have them because there's like one family picture and it's scary. So he decides to send them to the Wayne Manor, since the bats deserve to know how good they look and how awesome they are, and because it's always nice to have printed memories over the years. And maybe he also does it because he craves being aknowledge, and even if they don't know it's him, he'd like for the bats to appreciate his talent.

So little very smart Timmy, makes copy of the pictures and put them in an enveloppe, carefully not leaving any finger prints or proves (because if they find out it's him they'll tell his parents and he can't have anyone take this away), waits for the factor to pass by Drake Manor, silently drops the enveloppe in the man's bag while he's distracted, and watches the man go away toward Wayne Manor where the eneveloppe will be sent. There's nothing on the enveloppe except for Wayne Manor and nothing inside except for the pictures.

Naturally this break havoc in the batfamily because there's someone following them close enough to get those shots and knows their adress so their identity ?!? They wait for the other shoe to drop, for blackmail, ransom, but nothing come excepts for amazing clear shots every sunday that clearly shows admiration and worship. They look for this stalker during patrol, but since they can't catch him and nothing happens, Bruce put it at the back of his mind.

As the years go on, the pictures keep coming, always updated to the latest addition of the vigilantes family, although less often, maybe every two weeks/once per month. There're less pictures in the enveloppes after Tim joins, nothing too noticable, since Tim is not around as much (between patrol, college/WE, Teen Titan, not living at the manor...). He probably stops taking pictures around the time Damian arrives and the time stream happens, and since the enveloppe have been coming less and less, no one really notices.

A few years later, Duke moves in and decides to discover the manor. He ends up finding a box with the pictures and asks the others. Damian is as confused as him.

Two options from here, either Tim is exhausted (had been awake for 4 days, running on caffeine) when Duke asks; so he lets it slip it's him and chaos ensues, someone does the maths and Omg how old were you when you started ?? Then Stephanie asks him to take more, and Damian is like how preposterous there is non of the current Robin, when he just want to be included in the photos. Tim takes the cue and starts photographing them again, and realises how much he missed this.

Second option, Tim decides to mess with them and uses the opportunity as a stealth training, by following them and sending the pictures again. It's more difficult since he is busy. He has the hardest tim with Duke, because he patrols during the day and his powers don't help. It takes months for the batfam to realise it was him all this time.

[sunmoonandeddie]

little ballerina (4/16)

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 2,669

summary: After The Snap was reversed and the world went back to normal, Natasha Romanov had one request of her team: to infiltrate and destroy the Red Room.

chapter warnings: Swearing.

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a/n:  Let me know what you think!

The next time you woke up, the pain in your body had subsided to a dull ache.  Your eyes fluttered open slowly to the soft light of the hospital room.  You moved your hands slightly, surprised to find that they weren't attached to the sides of the bed.  Instead, two metal bracelet-type things were around your wrists.  You felt in your gut that they had trackers on them and would prevent you from leaving... where ever you were.

Well.  Looks like you were going to have to play along with whatever game the people here were playing.

You slowly swung your legs over the edge of the bed, holding onto the IV as you stood.  The tile almost froze your feet as you completely stood up.  The ache intensified as you took a few steps and you ignored the thought of why you were feeling that ache.  Pushing past it, you walked towards the door, taking extremely slow steps.

"There's sleeping beauty," Tony said as he came into your line of vision, his arms crossed over his chest.  He had a warm smile on his lips as he stopped a few feet from you.  "You've been asleep for eighteen hours, you know."

Your eyes widened as you stood there.  "I...  What?"  You don't think you'd ever slept for so long.  Sometimes you only got two or three hours while you were training at the Red Room.

He waved you on, motioning for you to walk with him.  "Seemed like you needed it.  But I doubt that the hospital bed could've been that comfortable."  Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pointed towards a set of doors.  "We've got a room set up for you to move into tonight.  That is..."  Tony took a long look at you.  "That is, if you're not going to run again."  He seemed to want you to say something.  To promise that you weren't going to make a break for it.

As much as you hated if, if you were going to beat them at their own game, you'd have to do just that.  "I'm not going to run."  After a pause, you added, "I promise."

The older man seemed satisfied as he led you to the doors he had motioned to before.  You jumped a little in surprise as the doors opened automatically.  "Welcome, Tony Stark," an automated woman's voice said and you looked around for the source of it.  You knew about A.I.'s, of course, but nothing as advanced as this, apparently.

"That's just F.R.I.D.A.Y.," he said, waiting for you to follow him through the doors.  "This is where the Avengers live when we're at the compound."  Tony was pointing out the different areas: the kitchen, the living area, the private gym.  You were barely paying attention, focusing on possible hiding areas and escape routes.  "Everyone is most likely either in training or in their rooms.  We can head on up and I can show you yours."

You vaguely nodded, still pulling along the IV.  "Is there any chance there's a change of clothes upstairs?"

"Shit, I completely forgot.  You only had the hospital gown you were in at the Red Room when you came here."  Tony brings you into the elevator, hitting the up button.  It moved seamlessly and you almost asked if the elevator even worked before the door opened up to the second floor.  It was shaped like a circle, so that the elevator was in the center and the rooms surrounded it.

Tony walked over to a door back behind the elevator, opening it.  "This is yours for however long you're here."  He watched as you walked inside, taking it all in.  "I'm going to go find you a change of clothes while you look around."

It was massive.  You hummed as you fell onto the ginormous bed, practically sinking to the floor.  It felt like a giant marshmallow.  You don't think you'd ever had something so soft.  The beds back in the Red Room were like rocks.  They were meant for getting the minimum amount of sleep you needed to survive, not enjoyment.  There was no such thing as comfort or sleeping in, for that matter.

You stood up, dragging the IV along with you as you opened up a door that led into a massive walk-in closet.  "Why the hell do they need such big closets?" You asked yourself quietly.

"It comes in handy to have an array of clothes for missions.  You never know when you'll need to be black-tie ready."

You turned to see Tony standing there, holding a folded up pile of clothes.  "Really?"

He nodded, looking at the empty closet you were standing in.  "We'll get you some stuff to fill this thing up in no time."  The man then handed you the pile of clothes.  "There's leggings in there from Natasha and I managed to steal a sweatshirt from the laundry room.  There's undergarments from the go-bags that we keep for agents that need things for an extended stay."  He moved his hands in a weird, kind of awkward circle, like he wasn't sure how to exit the conversation.  "I'll let you get changed.  Feel free to shower and all that.  Just come out whenever you're ready.  The others should be getting back soon and we can all eat together."  Right before Tony leaves, he turns and points at you.  "Do you have preference for any kind of take out?  Chinese?  Mexican?  Thai?"

You simply shook your head and he nodded, mumbling to himself before shutting the door behind him.  You tugged the IV needle out of your arm with a slight wince.  Not like you really needed it anymore.  You then padded over to the private bathroom that was attached to your room.  Opening up the cabinet, you found it fully stocked with every toiletry you could ever need.  "Okay, but how do I turn this thing on?" You asked yourself as you stood in front of the shower, having decided against taking a bath in the giant tub to your left.

"May I be of assistance?" The A.I. person thing asked.

"Uh...  Yeah.  How do I turn this thing on?"  You looked up at the ceiling, once again looking for the source of the voice.  You couldn't even see speakers.

"All you have to do is say you want it on and what temperature you want to start off with.  You can change said temperature simply by saying 'hotter' or 'colder.'"

You frowned as the water came on, pouring like a waterfall from the ceiling.  It was much different from the rickety old dorm showers at the Red Room.  This, much like the bed, was built for enjoyment.  "Thank you, uh..."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y."

You took a quick shower, making it out it under five minutes.  It was the time limit at the Red Room.  Once out, you wrapped yourself in the fluffiest towel you've ever seen and pulled on the clothing that you had left on your bed.

By the time you left your room and went back down the elevator, the communal living area was teeming with these so-called Avengers.  You froze in your tracks.  You were suddenly extremely aware of how many eyes were on you.  Despite the fact that you were used to standing out at the Red Room, this was different.  After all, they apparently knew you, but you had no idea who any of them were.

"Y/N, we ordered Chinese," Natasha said as she slowly walked over to you from where she had been sitting at the bar with Bruce.  "I ordered you stir-fry vegetables, if that's okay?"  You nodded slightly, your teeth worrying your lower lip.  "Good.  It should be here within thirty minutes.  I hope you're hungry."  She then began to introduce you to the different people around you.  "This is Wanda, Thor, Vision, and Clint.  Over there..."  She pointed to the couch.  "That's Steve, Sam, Bucky, Peter, Rhodey, and Pepper.  And you already know Tony and Bruce."

You didn't even realize your hands were shaking until she reached down and grabbed one, squeezing softly.  Your eyes raised to meet hers and she smiled faintly at you.  "Why are you being nice to me?"

Her smile faltered, like she was surprised that you'd be so forward.  "Because..."  She paused.  She looked as though she was steeling herself for the conversation at hand.  "Because I was you."

"You were me?"

You pulled your hand out of her grasp and ignored the way she frowned as she continued, "I was trained in the Red Room.  Then after I graduated, I became the Black Widow.  Which, according to your file, you were about to become."

"Wait, how can there be another Black Widow?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his beer.  "I thought that was your name, Natasha."

The redhead scowled, her eyes rolling as she turned to him.  "The Black Widow is a female assassin chosen by the KGB.  Being chosen means that you're the best of the best."  She crossed her arms over her chest, her voice going monotone.  She had desensitized herself to it, you realized.  "There were two Black Widows before me.  The role has been empty since I left.  That is..."

"Until they chose me."  Your voice came out cold as you glared at her.  "You took me from Red Room without even bothering to ask what I want."

"Y/N...," Natasha whispered.

You shook your head, feeling your blood start to boil.  "You're just pissed that I'm better than you were.  I graduated at nineteen!  Not only did I survive, but I'm the youngest to ever make it through the program and become the Black Widow."

"We rescued you," Tony snapped.

You turned on him, practically shouting, "I didn't ask to be rescued!  I was where I wanted to be!"

"Really?" Wanda's voice drawled.  "You wanted to be alone and dying in an Academy that almost no one knows exist?"  She stood up from where she was sitting at the bar, Vision's hand dropping from where it had been holding hers.  "They saw us coming and they escaped, but they didn't bother to bring you along.  I can't blame them.  You were just out of surgery and bringing along someone like that is a liability.  They sterilized you like a bitch and then left you there to die."  You could feel something pricking your mind and for some reason, you knew it was coming from Wanda.  Her fists clenched by her side as you fought to keep her out of your mind.  "Is that what you wanted to be?  A dog to be left behind at the slightest inconvenience?"

For that...  For that, you had no answer.  You simply turned around, getting back in the elevator.  Once you were back in your room, you slammed the door behind you so hard that you were sure the people in the floor below you could hear it.  You wanted them to know exactly how much you didn't want to be here.  Fuck playing their game.

Tears pricked your eyes as you paced the room, eventually crawling into the bed and dragging the covers over you.  You didn't want to admit that Wanda was right.  It didn't matter how good you were, that you were at the top of all your classes.  After all, there's at least fifteen girls below the age of fifteen that could eventually grow to be just as good, if not better.

You were replaceable.

About thirty minutes or so later, you heard a soft knock on your door.  "Y/N?  It's Peter.  I, uh...  I, I have your food."

You wanted to ignore him, but the growling of your stomach stopped you.  You got up from the marshmallow they called a bed and unlocked the door.  You opened it just a crack, looking up to see the young man you had beat in the staircase standing there.  In his hands, he held several different Chinese take out boxes.

"Is it okay that I brought mine to eat with you?"

You didn't respond, only opening the door wide enough for him to come in.  You sat on the ground in front of the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest as he sat behind you on the bed.  He quietly passed you two take out boxes and a pair of chopsticks.  You two ate in relative silence, and for once, you were happy for the company.  The others...  They liked to talk.  Peter seemed to be able to sense that you needed quiet right now.

"Have they decided what they're going to do with me yet?"

Peter looked up in surprise, though you weren't looking at him.  "What?"

You sighed, leaning your head back against the bed as you set down the take out box.  "Are they going to throw me in a prison or just be done with it and execute me?"

"Why would they do that?"  He seemed genuinely confused as he waited for you to explain.

"Look..."  You ran your fingers through your h/c hair, your foot tapping rapidly from anxiety.  "I'm not going to join their team and I'm not going to tell them about the Red Room.  I'm useless to them.  To you.  You're one of them, after all."

Peter got down from the bed, sitting across from you and leaning against the wall.  "Is that what you think we rescued you for?"  You shot him a withering look, which he made a point to ignore.  "For one, Natasha went through the Red Room.  She already has all the information we need.  Two, we don't rescue people based on how useful they'd be to us."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at Peter.  "It's sweet, how naive you are.  But if Natasha had all the information you needed, then the Red Room would be destroyed and there'd be a lot more girls like me wandering these halls."  You grabbed the Chinese take out box, pushing the rice around inside.  "And I can assure you that those guys only keep people that are useful around."

"That's... very pessimistic."

You snorted, smiling down into your Chinese.  "It's realistic."

"Hey."  You looked up at Peter, who was digging back into his food.  "You smiled."

You felt a twinge of annoyance.  "I'm human, you know."

He nudged your foot with his.  "By the way, you look good in my sweatshirt."  Your mouth dropped open slightly as he stood up, smiling softly at you.  "You're welcome to join us downstairs.  If you feel up to it."  Peter stopped by the door.  "I promise that we're not going to throw you in prison.  Or execute you."

He seems sincere, you thought to yourself as you set the Chinese box to the side once again.  You were unsure.  You didn't know these people, for one.  Peter could be lying.  Though, something told you he didn't have the ability to lie that well.

You sat in your room for almost two hours before finally deciding that you were going to go back downstairs.  You were surprised to find everyone still downstairs when you got there, all curled up on the couch and watching a movie on the flat screen that seemed to have come out from the ceiling.  They turned to look at you as the elevator dinged, letting you out.  You were about to run back upstairs, unnerved by the way everyone stared at you, before Natasha patted the space in between her and Peter.  "Come on, Y/N.  You can sit by me."

You were a little shocked that she was willing to let you sit next to her, after what you had said before dinner.  But you walked over anyway, curling into a little ball in between the two spider people.  Glancing over at her, you tried to find something to say.  "I'm..."  You broke off, not sure if you could get it out.  "I'm..."

"I know," Nat insisted as her hand reached over and squeezed yours.

[brokaw22]

Fic: Superboy’s Bat Weekend

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Story Synopsis: Superboy is spending the weekend in Gotham...much to Superman’s dismay.

Inspired by this post

When Superman arrives at the HQ, it takes all of Bruce’s self-control not to simply pull one of his infamous disappearing acts and head straight back to Gotham. However, he did actually come here for a reason, and he can’t just leave without first accomplishing his goal, so Bruce stays where he is, unmoving -- and hoping, despite knowing better, that Superman will just do what he came here for without interrupting him. Of course, that means that when Superman inevitably floats over and attempts to place a hand on Batman’s shoulder, Bruce isn’t the least bit surprised.

 Superman smiles in spite of being denied the physical contact, and continues on as if his mere presence isn’t annoying Bruce. “Batman,” The name comes out fondly, and Bruce hates it. “Do you know where Superboy is?”

 Bruce simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that Clark is well versed in deciphering his facial expressions, even with the cowl. The one thing that he hadn’t anticipated when he agreed to Robin’s request was that Superman would actually want to see Superboy, especially this weekend. Still, it’s not his problem…at least, not yet. “He’s with Robin. They should be back shortly.”

 Before Superman can respond, both Robin and Superboy appear as if summoned by just the mention of their names. Robin is practically bouncing as he wanders into the room. “Hey B-man, we’re all packed and ready to go.”

 Bruce nods. “Robin take Superboy’s bag to the jet.” It turns out that folding to Dick’s plea of bringing the jet instead of using the zeta tube to get home was a good idea, after all.

 Robin gives him a questioning look, but one glare from Batman has him scampering away. Superboy is staring at him with a rather similar expression, but a simple hand gesture has him calming down. “Superman wishes to speak with you.” He turns to leave, but halts when he hears Superboy’s voice.

 “You should stay.” Normally Bruce would just keep going, but there’s something about Superboy’s tone that has him turning back around. He gives Superboy a onceover, and that one glance has Bruce silently nodding his assent. After all, Superboy looks as though he’s about to cling to Batman, which is pretty much the only reason Bruce needs to stay.

 Superman looks affronted, but doesn’t say anything about it. Bruce, for his part, just stands beside Superboy with his arms folded over his chest. After all, as far as he’s concerned, Clark has no right to feel slighted by Superboy’s request. He tried to convince Clark to spend some time with the boy, and the man wasn’t interested, so Bruce refuses to feel any sympathy here. “I just wanted to see how you were doing, Superboy.”

 Bruce doesn’t miss the way Superboy glances over at him before answering. The boy is clearly unnerved by Clark’s presence…not that Bruce blames him. This is rather sudden, and awkward, even by Batman’s standards. “Fine.” He doesn’t seem to be willing to say more than that, but after a long moment of everyone just standing around staring at each other uneasily, Superboy folds his arms over his chest, posture imitating Bruce’s current one. “Batman has been great. He even brought his jet to pick up Robin and me.”

 Superman’s eyes widen and Bruce pointedly doesn’t roll his eyes. “You and Robin?” Clark looks genuinely confused by the concept, although Bruce hardly understands why. Superman has shown literally no interest in Superboy up to this point and Bruce has hardly ever kept Dick from making friends.

 Superboy glares and suddenly his posture is a lot more defensive. “Yeah, what about it?”

 Clark rubs the back of his head self-consciously. “I…uh…was hoping we could spend some time together, and maybe talk and get to know each other a bit more.”

 Superboy’s fists clench as he turns to Batman. His expression is both outraged and pleading at the same time. Bruce sighs internally. He doesn’t know when exactly the boy started seeing him as some kind of support system, but he’s sure Robin had something to do with it. The thought of having to deal with Dick if he breaks his promise and Superboy doesn’t get to fly back to Gotham with them for the weekend has Bruce squaring his shoulders and glaring at Clark. “Superboy has a prior engagement this weekend.”

 Bruce doesn’t miss the way Superboy breathes out a little relieved sigh and then steps just slightly closer to him. Clark seems both surprised and irritated that Bruce isn’t insisting that Superboy stay behind. “I’m sure whatever it is can wait.”

 Batman’s glare only intensifies with Superman’s persistence. Bruce was already supposed to be on his way back to Gotham by now, and he hates making Alfred wait when it isn’t an emergency. “It can’t. He’ll be spending the weekend in Gotham. Let’s go, Superboy. Robin and Agent A are waiting.”

 Superboy nods and follows Batman out of the room. Unfortunately, Superman follows them as well. “I wasn’t aware Superboy even knew Agent A.”

 Bruce keeps walking, knowing that Clark won’t take the hint. However, he also knows that if he can get Superboy onto the jet, then it’ll only take a few sharp words to escape Clark. However, Superboy seems to have other plans. He spins on his heel and jabs an accusatory finger right into the crest on Superman’s chest. Bruce doesn’t intervene, but he also doesn’t keep walking either. “Of course, you didn’t know that. You don’t know anything about me, and why would you? You obviously don’t want anything to do with me.”

 Superman takes a step back at Superboy’s outburst, and Batman valiantly doesn’t massage his temples. “Now that’s not true.”

 “Yes, it is!” Superboy all but growls as he balls his hands into fists again. “In fact, I’d be willing to bet that the only reason you’re pretending to care now is so that you can ruin my weekend. I was invited to Gotham, and I’m going, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

 “Now just hold on one minute. I would never intentionally ruin anything.”

 Bruce can see Superboy winding up to throw a punch right into Superman’s jaw, and decides now is probably a good time to step in. He places his hand on Superboy’s bicep and shakes his head minutely. “Enough. We’re late. Get in the plane, Superboy.”

 The boy doesn’t need any further prompting. He’s gone before Clark can even protest. Superman turns a glare on Bruce and Batman just glares right back. “I wasn’t aware you were in the habit of just picking up strays wherever you go. Alfred probably doesn’t appreciate that particular habit.” There’s a hard edge to Clark’s tone, but Bruce ignores it.

 Batman folds his arms over his chest once again. “Agent A enjoys the help in the kitchen the boy offers, Robin asked to have a friend over, and Superboy requested more training. It seemed a simple solution to all three. Besides, no one else has been vying for the boy’s attention until today.”

 Clark sighs heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look Bruce, you know that I don’t really know how to handle his…existence.”

 Bruce once again refrains from rolling his eyes as he ignores Clark’s excuses. “The boys are waiting.” He turns to leave once again, but Superman zooms past him in order to block his exit.

 “At least try to convince the boy to get to know me.” The pleading expression Clark gives him only irritates Bruce more.

 Batman glares, and Bruce almost wishes he hadn’t stopped Superboy from punching Clark earlier. “I tried convincing you once, back when the boy was interested. How well did that work?” Superman doesn’t answer him, but Clark does cast his eyes down to the floor. Bruce steps around him and makes his way to the jet. “There will be no talk of Superman this weekend.”

 Batman ignores whatever else Superman has to say on the subject as he leaves. He checks to make sure the boys are both buckled properly, despite the fact that he’s certain Dick will leave his seat at some point during the flight and Superboy will be just fine without the restraint. Bruce takes his own seat and starts up the jet. Superboy clears his throat and Batman glances over his shoulder at him. The boy seems exceedingly uncomfortable as he starts to stammer out words. “Thanks…for…you know…that.”

 Bruce nods once before returning his gaze to the controls in front of him. “Alfred will most likely already have dinner ready by the time we get there, but I’m sure he’d appreciate help making dessert.”

 That’s all it takes to get both of the boys talking, and it’s a relief, really. They’re discussing everything from what Alfred could have possibly made for dinner to all of their plans for the weekend. Dick is the one mostly keeping the conversation going, but Superboy doesn’t hesitate to give his input.

 It isn’t hard for Bruce to block out their chatter and focus on some of his own plans for this weekend. After all, it might be nice to have a conversation with Martha Kent. She always did love Alfred, and it wouldn’t be hard to shift from a conversation about sharing recipes to the need to spend some quality time with Clark. In fact, he’s sure that he can convince Alfred to make the call for him. Heck, he might even have Alfred invite her over under the guise of quality baking time. After all, he’s sure all of them would enjoy that.

 Bruce glances over his shoulder to see Dick out of his seat, doing a handstand, and talking a mile a minute. Superboy has a smile on his face as he listens intently to whatever story Dick is telling him. Bruce can’t help but grin as well as he considers his plan a bit more. Not everyone will enjoy Martha Kent’s visit, but…well, Clark will live.

 The End