#bruce of course.. agreed as he remembered his own parents & then he fell asleep while thinking about that LIKE

[crimenightarchive]

“...but i’m afraid something very unfortunate has happened...” bruce wayne is instantly awake, every sense fully alert... and the room is once again filled with the presence of batman...

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[swan-of-sunrise]

Spellbinding (Chapter Nine-Part One)

Summary: After (Y/N) experiences a health scare tied to her evolving magic, she and Loki decide to take some time off from their Avenger duties to visit Asgard.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Nine (Part I) September 28th, 2015 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

“How’s the book, doll?”

Careful to not move her head too much, (Y/N) glanced up from her novel to look at Steve, who was entirely focused on sketching her from his spot on the floor of the library. The super soldier’s brow was furrowed and his blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he hunched over his work, his pencil flying over the large sketchbook resting in his lap. During her first week in the tower while she was still getting to know everyone, Steve surprised her by asking if she could pose for him sometime and she agreed, a little flattered that he wanted to sketch her of all people. It’s nice that he finally has the free time to do this, she thought to herself, knowing how busy he’d been the past few months with his role as the leader of the Avengers. “It’s good, but I think I prefer the movie; the humor doesn’t work as well here as it does onscreen, although that may be my childhood crush on Cary Elwes talking.” She turned the page of the book. “Have you seen The Princess Bride yet?”

The super soldier glanced up and nodded before resuming his drawing. “Yeah, Clint made me watch it a while ago, claimed it was the best movie ever made. It’s pretty good, but the best movie ever made’s actually Casablanca; you can’t go wrong with Bogie and Bergman.” He pulled away from his sketchbook to examine his work before swiftly returning to it. “So, how’s everything going with you and Loki?”

“Everything’s going great,” (Y/N)’s smile widened as she thought about her boyfriend and their incredible two months of dating. “He’s actually been talking about bringing me to Asgard to meet his mother…”

Steve’s brow rose and a bright smile played on his lips. “Meeting his mom, huh? Sounds like things really are going great.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a bit more complicated than that. You see, Loki and Thor haven’t explicitly said anything but I’ve got a feeling that Asgard’s not very welcoming of Midgardians, so who knows what Queen Frigga will think of me…” (Y/N) chuckled lightly, but inside her emotions were swirling. After everything Loki had told her about his mother, (Y/N) was a little nervous at the prospect of meeting such an important person in his life, but she’d been sure to hide her discomfort from him; she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by making him think she didn’t want to meet the Queen of Asgard.

“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, doll. Just based on the way Thor and Loki talk about her, she sounds like a very kind woman and I’m sure that she’ll like you a lot. Hell, if you could get Tony Stark to like you after almost killing him, then I’m sure that the Queen of Asgard’s gonna be a piece of cake.”

(Y/N) suppressed her laughter at his words and felt herself begin to finally relax. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Don’t mention it,” Pulling away from his sketchbook to examine it once again, Steve smiled and looked up at her. “There, all done!” With an inward sigh of relief, (Y/N) set her book aside and stretched out her aching limbs. “You’re a lot tougher than the others, you know, they usually whine and complain whenever I have them pose for too long.”

(Y/N) chuckled, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her unusually sore legs; I must’ve pulled a muscle during my mission yesterday, she thought with an inward shrug. “I guess I’m just more patient than they are; ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ can take down countless Hydra agents in a single mission without breaking a sweat yet they can’t sit still long enough to be sketched…almost like puppies…”

Laughing, Steve got to his feet and closed his sketchbook. “Well, thanks for posing for me, doll, and I promise I’ll show it to you as soon as I touch it up.”

They walked side-by-side out of the library and down the hall. “I really should be thanking you, Steve; I’ve seen some of your sketches, and it’s an honor to have such a skilled artist choose me as his model.” (Y/N) grinned when he blushed at her compliment. “We should probably head to dinner; I think I heard Tony mention that Clint was making his world-famous lasagna.”

“Damnit, Sam and Bucky’ll try to hog the whole thing like last time…”

(Y/N) stopped walking, a sudden chill in the air causing her to shiver. “You go on ahead, Steve, I’m going to go and grab a sweater from my room. Save me some lasagna from those bottomless pits while I’m gone?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He flashed her a smile and hurried down the hall to the dining room as she turned and headed to her room. Just as she reached her door, however, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Black spots began dancing before her eyes and she leaned heavily against the wall; gasping for a breath, she tried to call out to J.A.R.V.I.S. for help but not a sound came out of her throat. Her knees finally gave way and she fell into unconsciousness before she hit the floor.

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Swirls of purple magic clouded (Y/N)’s vision before clearing to reveal two shadowy figures. They appeared to be a woman and a man but they vanished before she could get a good look at them; suddenly, a strangely-familiar voice echoed in her mind…

“She must never learn the truth of her heritage. The truth will not only destroy her, but the world as we know it…as painful as it will be for her, she must never know about her parents.” The voice waivered a little. “Goodbye, my darling (Y/N). Until we meet again in the stars…”

“(Y/N)? Darling, can you open your eyes for me? Please?”

(Y/N) was pulled out of her deep slumber by another voice. A very distressed, yet achingly familiar, voice. With a small groan, (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes and Loki’s worried face came into view. “Loki?”

Loki’s face broke out into a relieved smile but his green eyes were still filled with concern. “Thank the Norns! How do you feel?”

“I feel fine…a little cold, I guess, but other than that…” She trailed off as she looked around the room, realizing that she was once again propped up on a bed in the tower’s sickbay. “How long was I unconscious?”

“About fifteen minutes,” Frowning to herself, (Y/N) recalled her strange dream. If she’d only been unconscious for a quarter of an hour, then it would be scientifically impossible for her to experience a dream; dreams occur during the REM cycle, usually over an hour from falling asleep. However, Loki continued on before she could say anything about it. “Romanoff and I were just returning from our mission debriefing when the Artificial Intelligence informed us all that you’d collapsed. We found you in the hall and took you down here; Doctor Banner and Stark are running some tests to determine what caused your fainting spell, they should be done any minute now…”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, trying to generate enough heat to warm herself. “I think I might’ve overexerted myself during my mission yesterday; I’ve never succeeded in making something explode with my magic before and I probably used too much energy doing it…”

The day before, she and Clint were attempting to take a suspected Hydra scientist into custody in a French hospital but were forced into a high-speed chase through the city; the chase ended suddenly when (Y/N) concentrated her magic and blew up the road in front of the scientist’s car, causing it to skid to a stop and allowing them to finally apprehend him. I suppose that arresting that Hydra scientist and seeing my magic advance so much is worth the extra exhaustion, she thought with an inward shrug.

Nodding, Loki took the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders before taking her hand in his. “I believe that as well, but it’s wise of Doctor Banner and Stark to evaluate your health just in case.” He tightened his hold on her hand as he continued, “Will you promise me that you’ll be more careful with your magic in the future? Remember, you need to stick around and force me to read that infernal Percy Jackson book series.” Although his voice took on a teasing tone as he repeated her own familiar words, she could clearly see the vulnerability swirling in his eyes; she could only imagine how he’d felt, seeing her unconscious and unresponsive on the ground, and her heart clenched in her chest.

“Of course I will, sweetheart…” With a small twinge of pain to her sore muscles, (Y/N) leaned forward, cupping his cheek with her hand and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Loki immediately kissed back and released her hand in favor of wrapping his arms around her and tugged her closer to him. When she pulled away, his lips followed after hers and she couldn’t help but smile. “So, does that mean you’re finally going to read them?”

Chuckling, Loki pressed his forehead to hers and grinned. “Oh no, my love, I cannot be swayed that easily-” She interrupted him with another kiss, this time with more passion; running her fingers through his soft hair, she gently tugged on the ends and elicited a growl of satisfaction from him. To her pleasant surprise, Loki’s lips began trailing openmouthed kisses along her jaw and down to the skin of her neck, and she couldn’t hold back her breathless moan when she felt his teeth graze the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

“Okay (Y/L/N), we’ve got your-geez, get a damn room, you guys!”

They broke apart and immediately noticed Tony and Bruce standing in the open doorway, Tony’s hand clamped over his eyes in disgust and Bruce smiling at the ground in mild embarrassment; (Y/N) was awkwardly holding her head in one of her hands and Loki was grinning roguishly, obviously enjoying the billionaire’s discomfort. “On Asgard, one knocks when they wish to enter a room; do they not have that custom here on Midgard?”

Tony shrugged and removed the hand from his eyes. “Takes too much effort. Hey J.A.R.V.I.S., can you let me know if people are gettin’ hot and heavy in a room I’m about to enter?”

“Of course, sir, although Prince Loki has a point about knocking…”

“Anyway,” Bruce stepped forward and glanced down at the medical charts in his hands. “We finished running some tests and it looks that you have a severe cold, most likely brought on by your over-exertion yesterday. I recommend bed rest for the next twenty-four hours to prevent any more fainting spells, and I’m prescribing some Tylenol and chicken noodle soup for the cold; no solid foods, which is perfect because Sam and Bucky managed to polish off all of Clint’s lasagna by themselves while you were unconscious.” The doctor smiled and patted her on the shoulder as Tony muttered threats against the two offenders under his breath. “You’ll be okay, just be more careful with your magic from now on, all right?”

She nodded and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Bruce, I’ll be more careful. Do I have to stay in here or can I go back to my room?”

“You can go back to your room; I’ll make sure to tell everyone that you’re okay so they can stop worrying, and I’ll speak with Director Fury about giving you some time off to recover. Take it easy, (Y/N).” With one last smile, Bruce left the room.

Tony shoved his hands into his pockets and grinned. “Well…get better, Glinda, and no playing any ‘hide-the-zucchini’ for twenty-four hours, you two…” He giggled to himself as he followed Bruce out of the room, and (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.

“So childish, isn’t-Loki, what’re you doing?!” (Y/N) gasped in surprise when Loki suddenly picked her up in his arms and scrambled to hold onto his neck as he carried her down the hall to the elevator, afraid that she might slip out of his arms and fall.

“Doctor Banner said that you needed to rest, so I’m carrying you to your room.” Loki smiled cheekily down at her as he stepped into the elevator. “I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself by walking, my lady.”

“Oh, my savior!” She pretended to swoon in his arms and he laughed at her dramatics. The elevator shot upwards, and (Y/N) rested her head against his chest as she asked, “How was your mission?”

“Child’s play. Romanoff and I had absolutely no trouble infiltrating the meeting and collecting intel. How was your day?”

“I read a little while posing for Steve.”

Loki hummed in acknowledgement and stepped out of the elevator when it stopped. “He didn’t show you the sketch when he finished, did he?” She shook her head as they continued down the hall. “He refused to show me the sketch he did of me as well. I suspect that he’s planning a grand reveal of all the ones he’s done of everyone in the tower…thank you, darling.” He said when she opened the door of her suite for him.

“Steve sketched you?” He never mentioned anything about it before, she thought curiously.

“Yes, he did…and I’ll tell you all about it as soon as I return with your soup and medicine.” After gently setting her down on her couch, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and left the room.

Standing up, (Y/N) took a cautious step forward and when she realized she wasn’t going to fall over, she made her way to her bedroom and changed into a pair of lounge pants and a long-sleeved thermal shirt. Her muscles once-again protested while she changed clothes and she dismissed it as lingering soreness from her collapse and her previous day’s mission as she sat on the couch and stretched her legs out across the cushions. Before she could reach for the magazine sitting on her coffee table, Loki returned with two soup bowls in his hands. “That was quick; maybe I should call you ‘God of Cooking’ instead of ‘God of Mischief!’”

“In this case, darling, I’m afraid that you can’t,” After handing her a bowl and a pill bottle, Loki picked up her feet, sat down and placed them in his lap. “Stark forced Wilson and Barnes to cook it as punishment for eating all the lasagna, so you have the two of them to thank for our dinner.”

“So, what’s the story behind you posing for Steve?” (Y/N) asked, blowing on her soup before taking a cautious sip.

Loki smiled and took a sip of his own soup before answering. “Well, during my first months as an Avenger I kept mostly to myself; I stayed in my room reading the books my mother gave me and only left whenever I was assigned a mission. The others, besides Thor of course, kept their distance and never attempted to be anything more than reluctant comrades-in-arms until my second month here. The others were supposed to be out of the tower, so I decided that I wanted to take advantage of their absence and read in the library for a change. When I arrived, however, Steve was already there and busy sketching the city’s skyline. I was surprised, to say the least; I never expected the soldier to have an artistic side, so I asked him about it. He told me about his childhood dream of becoming an artist and asked me about the art on Asgard; we ended up talking for quite a while, and I wound up posing for him.” Loki smile widened, a hint of admiration in his green eyes. “He was the first Midgardian I came to respect and as I gained his trust, the others soon followed until finally, I was allowed an unaccompanied trip to the local library where I met an incredibly clumsy trainee librarian…”

“I think ‘incredibly’ is a bit of an over-exaggeration, sweetheart,” (Y/N) replied grumpily as Loki smirked. “But I’m glad that Steve gave you a chance, otherwise we may have met under very different circumstances.” She shivered slightly at her own words; she was so busy as an Avenger that it was easy to forget Hydra’s attempted abduction of her all those months ago. To distract herself from her darker thoughts, she swallowed two Tylenol pills and smiled brightly. “Anyways, it’s still pretty early; did you want to read together or maybe watch a movie?”

He gave her a disapproving frown. “You heard Doctor Banner, darling, you need your rest…” When she continued to silently stare into his green eyes, he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat. “You know, those enchanting eyes of yours should be classified as deadly weapons; you wield their power as skillfully as you wield a sword.”

Grinning triumphantly, she took another sip of her soup. “Thank you, Loki, I’ll take that as a compliment.” She scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek as he smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “How about we watch That Thing You Do? I was listening to the soundtrack this morning and the theme song made me think of you.”

“It’s not like that atrocious Grease musical film, is it?”

“I promise you that it’s better, sweetheart.”

“…Fine.”

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The next morning, (Y/N) slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she looked out her bedroom window; the sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the skyscrapers with a soft golden glow. The beautiful sight turned bittersweet as her thoughts shifted to her aunt. When she was little, her aunt would wake her up early on the weekends so they could watch the sunrise together; as they sipped on hot chocolate, the rising sun would brighten their small kitchen and instantly put the two of them in a good mood. Aunt Evelyn would’ve loved Loki, (Y/N) thought, her smile widening as she imagined the petite woman meeting the towering God of Mischief; it would’ve meant the world to her if the two most important people in her life had been able to meet.

“And Loki feels the same.” She muttered to herself, playing with the edge of her blanket as she thought about the situation. With her mind finally made up, she wrapped her arms around her pillow and continued to watch the sun light up the skyline of the city. When the sun began to shine high above the skyscrapers, there was a loud knock on her bedroom door. “Come in.” The door opened to reveal Loki, already dressed for the day and balancing a tray laden with food in one hand. “G’morning, Loki…what’s this?” She asked, sitting up in bed and putting her glasses on.

Loki grinned, setting the tray down on her lap and carefully climbing onto the bed next to her. “Breakfast in bed, of course; I wasn’t sure if you’d be feeling well enough to breakfast with the others, so I brought it to you instead.”

Smiling, (Y/N) kissed him on the cheek. “You’re amazing, sweetheart, thank you.” Egged on by her grumbling stomach, she started on her oatmeal first.

“Are you feeling any better?”

She nodded. “Yep, my muscles are still a little sore but I think my cold is gone.”

“Good, I’m glad…” Loki paused, an uncertain look on his face as his fingers fidgeted in his lap. “Darling, what would you say if I told you I asked Director Fury just now to give the both of us three weeks off?”

“Well,” (Y/N) began, suppressing her amused smile; she had a sneaking suspicion as to what he was getting at. “I’d say thank you, of course, then I’d ask you if he really agreed to that and if he did, I’d suggest that we use that time to visit your mother on Asgard. What would you say to that?” She gave him a knowing glance as she sipped her orange juice.

Loki’s lips curled into an amused grin. “I’d reply that yes, Director Fury’s been impressed with our ability to do our jobs without our, and I quote, ‘sappy romantic shit getting in the way’-” (Y/N) choked a little on her orange juice and shook her head in exasperation. “I’d assure you that he’s given us three weeks off, and then I’d agree with your suggestion, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” She joked before sobering. “I know that you think she’ll love me, Loki, but to be honest, I’ve been feeling a little nervous about meeting your mother.” When Loki opened his mouth to reply, she placed a finger on his lips to silence him; the comical look of surprise on his face nearly caused her to burst out laughing but she remained composed. “However, I also know that as long as you’re with me, I’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic, (Y/N),” Loki breathed before taking her face in his hands and kissing her sweetly. They parted after a moment, but he kept her close by pressing her forehead to hers. “You really are going to love Asgard, though, and I promise you that my mother will adore you just as much as I do; how could she not? You’re the kindest, most intelligent, beautiful woman in the entire universe, after all.”

“Now look at who’s the hopeless romantic.” (Y/N) teased, gently bumping his shoulder with her own as she continued eating her oatmeal. As she was finishing breakfast, Loki regaled her with talk of a rumored pranking war that was going on as a result of the hogged lasagna from the night before; I think he may need this time off more than I do, she thought pensively, watching him as he pondered aloud what clever pranks the others would come up with, a truly cheerful gleam in his eyes as he spoke.

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By the next morning, however, things were looking significantly less cheerful. As it turned out, Thor learned of their trip and decided that he would also return to Asgard to give his quarterly report on the state of Midgard to Odin. (Y/N) didn’t have any problems with Thor accompanying them; in fact, she welcomed the presence of another friendly face on their trip, but someone else didn’t see the situation quite the same way she did.

“It’s as if I’m forbidden from visiting my home realm without being on a leash,” Loki muttered darkly under his breath as he paced along the tower’s protruding helipad, his displeasure evident in his scowl and the tension of his jaw. “Held tight by my glorified babysitter.”

“Loki, you and I both know that Thor’s not coming as a babysitter; he has a report to give and it just happens to be three months since the last one.” (Y/N) lightly scolded and continued to play with the hilt of her sword from her spot next to the glass doors. She originally decided to wear her uniform to Asgard and leave her sword in her room, but her gut told her that she might need it. Probably to break up whatever fight Loki and Thor are inevitably going to get into, she thought with a sigh as she glanced at the fully armored Asgardian before her. “So, are you going to bring your mother and Samson those flowers and fruits you told me about while we’re there?”

Just as she hoped, Loki’s mood brightened at her words. “Of course; perhaps I’ll bring you along with me when I do, but I’ll have to procure another horse and teach you to ride first.”

“I look forward to it,” She flashed him a smile as the glass doors opened and Thor emerged, also dressed in his full Asgardian armor. “Good morning, Thor!”

Thor grinned down at her. “Good morning, Lady (Y/N)! Good morning, brother!” Loki’s glare did nothing to damper the Asgardian’s good spirits. “Are you ready to depart?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah, but I think the others wanted to say goodbye before we leave-”

“Keep your pants on, (Y/L/N), we’re here,” Tony quipped as he walked onto the helipad, closely followed by Steve, Natasha and Bruce. “But just so you know, I’m only here to see the My Little Pony bridge, not you guys.”

Rolling her eyes as the others chortled, she gave him a hug. “Try not to get into too much trouble while we’re gone, Tony.”

“Trouble? Me?” Tony grinned when they separated. “Have a good time for me, Morgan le Fay.” He walked over to Thor and Loki and called over his shoulder to her, “Bring me back something cool!”

Steve was next; he wrapped his arms around her waist in his trademark bear-hug. “Keep your chin up, (Y/N), and you’ll knock ‘em dead.”

“Thanks Steve,” (Y/N) mirrored his bright smile and turned to Bruce. “Since you’ll be working on that new project of yours while I’m gone, I asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to remind you to take breaks for meals so promise me you’ll listen to him, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I promise,” Bruce ducked his head shyly before pulling her in for a hug. “It’s gonna be weird not having you around for a month, but you and Loki deserve a break, (Y/N). I hope you guys enjoy yourselves!”

Natasha grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the others. “Have fun, (Y/N), but keep your eyes open and your guard up; you’re dating a prince, after all.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “And I wanna hear every juicy detail about your trip when you get back, okay?”

“Nat!” (Y/N) exclaimed under her breath, a light blush spreading across her cheeks at the spy’s suggestive words; she followed Natasha back to the others and was pleased to see them wishing Loki as well as Thor a good trip. “Well, thank you guys for seeing us off; can you please tell the others ‘goodbye’ for us when they get back from their missions?”

“Sure thing, (Y/N),” Steve nodded and ushered the others away from the circle of etchings the brothers were standing on. “Keep an eye on Thor and Loki, will you? They need all the looking-after they can get!”

Giggling as the two brothers scoffed and rolled their eyes from the end of the helipad, she took her place next to Loki and rested her arm around his waist. “You can count on me, Cap.” She looked up at her boyfriend and smiled. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Loki tore his excitement-filled eyes from hers and looked up at the blue sky above them as he tightly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and as Thor thrust his hammer into the air above.

A moment later, they were encased in a rainbow of lights and (Y/N) caught one last glimpse of the four Avengers waving before the three of them were completely pulled into the swirling beam of colors.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk

Chapter Nine-Part Two

Spellbinding Masterlist

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Maribat March Day 1: Found Family

Yes, I'm aware it's not March. It's already up on ao3 but I wanted to cross post it onto this.

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@maribatmarch-2k21 

Hawkmoth was gone. There wasn’t even a battle, Adrien had come to her as soon as he found out about his father. Having the element of surprise and Chloe as Queen Bee, they managed to get the miraculi with minimum damage. Everything afterwards was a blur. Hawkmoth was gone. She thought for the hundredth time emptily.

She’d been staying with Chloe when Adrien had come to her, they’d known their identities for the past three years after Hawkmoth’s threat became worse. Adrien and Chloe had been the only two people she had spoken to in the last month after a horrible argument with her parents about her continuous disappearances. And the Bats, but they didn’t know she was no longer staying with her parents. All her conversations with them were mostly check-ins over text. She hadn’t visited or called, they would have known something was up so she texted Tim that she’d be busy for the next few months with commissions and Ladybug and that she wouldn’t be able to talk or visit as often. She had convinced Tikki that using the Horse miraculous to go to Gotham wasn’t using the Miraculous for personal uses, she trained when she was there and it was a good break from the tension in Paris and it reduced her chance of akumatisation. Tikki had agreed to those points but had only caved when Marinette started trying to bribe her with extra cookies.

She missed those visits. She was with Adrien when she voiced that thought. They were at the Eiffel tower, sitting in complete silence as the two of them stared out at the city. The news of Hawkmoth’s defeat would spread throughout the city in the next hour or so and it was sure to erupt into celebration. Adrien’s aunt had already been told and she was coming the next day to take him to London.

He had smiled sadly at her and said, “Go to Gotham, Bug. Go to your Family.”

When she started to speak, he cut her off, “You and me both know they’re exactly that. They’re more your Family than Tom and Sabine will ever be.”

“And you? I don’t want to leave you alone, especially after everything.”

“I’ll be fine. I have Chloé, and Aunt Amelie will be here tomorrow. I want you to go. You deserve someone to be there for you too, and they’ll be there. Even though the whole lot of you have issues with processing emotions and talking things out.”

She laughed at that, a sad sounding crying laugh, but a laugh all the same

“Talk to you later?”

“Talk to you later. Come visit, we can explore London together once things calm down. Feel free to drag the others along.”

“You’re begging for chaos.”

“And you’re stalling. Go or I’ll call them myself.”

“Ok, ok, I’m going. See you soon.”

She swung off leaving Adrien on the tower still staring out at the city the two of them had protected since they were thirteen. She headed to the hotel first to tell Chloé. Chloé was in her room, talking to Pollen as if it was the last time she would see her. “Here to take the miraculous?”

“Actually no.”

“Great. You’re finally going to talk to the Bats then.”

“It hasn’t been that long, and anyways Adrien’s on the tower. Bring him back and spoil him for me, will you?”

“Of course, now shoo. The news was just released, they’re probably already waiting for you,” and then Chloe transformed and jumped out of her Balcony.

Chloé had been right. The news had already spread throughout the world and the second Marinette detransformed her phone started going crazy. There were messages and missed calls from all of the Waynes, official and unofficial. Ignoring most of them. She opened her messaging history with Tim and sent him a message.

Batcave. I’ll be there in 2 minutes.

She didn’t need to bring anything with her, she visited them often enough to have her own room filled with her things and everything. Transforming with Kaalki she created a portal and stepped into the Batcave. Tim was already there. Knowing him he’d probably been there for the past few hours regardless of how early it was. She fell into his arms as soon as she got there. Crying, with relief, happiness and so many other emotions. And he just hugged her back and stroked her hair. “Let’s go up, Dick wants to have a movie night. Cass and Steph will be back from Hong Kong tomorrow morning and Babs already went home.”

“Tim, it’s past 4 in the morning. And I’m going to assume you mean today morning”

“well, technically, yes. Today morning and it’s not like we were asleep anyways. The news came just after we had finished with Patrol,” he said defensively.

She sighed, “you Bats and your sleeping habits.”

“Hey, yours isn’t much better.”

“Guess that makes me one of you, then”

He scoffed, “please, Damian thinks you’re skilled and that’s more than what he thinks of the rest of us. You’ve been one of us for ages now. All that’s left are official documents.”

“Please don’t fake those.”

“Do you seriously think I would do that?” He said mock offended.

“Obviously,” she deadpanned.

They continued making their way through the rest of the Manor in comfortable silence. Leaving Marinette with her thoughts for the first time since she had entered the Manor. She remembered, when she had first met Tim when he had come to Paris to train with Master Fu’s friend who had at the time been teaching her too. When they weren’t practicing, Marinette took him around the city. He had become like a brother to her. An annoying one, but she’d been continuously reassured that all siblings were just like that. And then she met the rest of the Bats and she found the way they behaved around each other fascinating. Teasing and rude until someone outside their family did the same then they were nothing but defensive and dangerous. And somehow Marinette had seamlessly joined their chaotic Family some point in the five years it had been since she had first met Tim. They had become family even before they trusted the other with their Identities which was as weird as it sounds. With Marinette dropping by Gotham to help with Patrol and the Bats occasionally coming to Paris to help her and Adrien train.

They had reached the media room and she entered the room only to be swept into a hug by Dick. Damian was sitting on one of the blankets surrounded by his pets. Jason was sitting on the couch with a book, he reaches out and ruffles her hair when she’s near him and quietly says, “you did good.” She whispers back a thank you. Duke waves to her from his spot on of the bean bags. Bruce was Bruce. So, Marinette as soon as she was free from Dick’s hug, hugged him and said, “Good to see you too B.” And then Bruce smiles and Marinette takes that as an opening and cuddles into his side. Tim sits on her other side and Marinette leans onto him too.

Jason leaves his book and joins Damian and Dick on the blanket pile on the floor, despite the large amount of space left on the sofa. Duke stretches out in the now empty space. They finally settle on watching the Avengers movies.

Damian falls asleep halfway through the first movie and Dick brings Damian closer to him. Marinette feels Tim’s breathing slowly even out towards the start of the second movie and she smiles softly, Tim needs more sleep. She falls asleep around the time the Avengers start trying to pick up Thor’s hammer.

She wakes up the next morning to Stephanie jumping on her and hugging her and as soon as she’s calmed down from the instant panic any hero gets when they think they’re getting attacked in their sleep, she hugs Steph back and laughs. Cass is standing behind Steph and engulfs her in a hug the second Steph lets go, and Marinette is filled with a sense of safety in her sisters’ arms. Steph starts talking excitedly, shooting rapid fire questions, before Cass gets her to stop by bringing her attention to Marinette’s expression. The rest of the boys start to wake. And Steph and Cass go around with the round of hugs and greetings after being gone for a while. Steph’s phone chimes with a notification. Checking her phone, Steph grins. “Babs said she’s coming by for breakfast. Oh, and Alfred said he’s making crepes and we should probably go before they cool down.”

Jason groans, “Couldn’t you have started with that.”

Stephanie crosses her arms, “Of course not. What do you take me for?”

Jason just grumbles and walks out of the room, probably to get ready before breakfast. Marinette, giggling, follows the rest of them as they all rush to get ready so they don’t miss Alfred’s crepes.

Five minutes later, the whole Wayne Family and their friends are there at the table eating breakfast. And it’s a beautiful chaos that Marinette thrives in. Babs and Dick are talking. Steph and Damian arguing spectacularly loudly about something or the other. Jason and Duke are fighting about books again. Next to her, Cass tries to make sure Tim doesn’t fall asleep on his food. And throughout the chaos Bruce just has an exasperated and tired but somehow fond look on his face. While Alfred comes and goes, offering sarcastic remarks occasionally.

Marinette knows they’ll have to talk later about Hawkmoth and Tom and Sabine. But right now, she’s eating breakfast with her family and having fun and all the worries can be for future Marinette. Present Marinette is going to wreak chaos with her batshit crazy family. The one that she chose.

[magicrowiswritingstuff]

Batboys: How they tell you about their nighttime activities/how you figured it out (featuring Bruce Wayne)

Also, read this headcanon if you want to know what different personalities the s/os have.

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Bruce Wayne:

He considered telling you because let’s be honest he already had so many other things to worry about and making sure you didn't know his secret identity was just another point on his never ending list of worries. So, why not just tell you? Well, he feared you wouldn't take it well, be freaked out by it. But Bruce just wanted a little more comfort in his life. He just wanted your support and understanding. And lying to you why he was missing at night or came back sometimes badly wounded got more difficult the longer the two of you were together. You always tried to hide your concern but he could see it in your eyes anyway and it was killing him. So he tried to figure out a way to confess it rather gently. But you got ahead of him. You always suspected ... let's just say something. You sort of knew what you were getting into when you started to date Bruce but only from his daylight life. When you were still living in your own home it wasn't as noticeable but after moving into Wayne Manor it became pretty obvious. He would always disappear at night. And you noticed it even when he would lie down next to you, waiting until you fell asleep before he would leave. You always woke up when his comforting warmth would leave your side. At first you were deeply worried since you suspected the worst. But then it became clearer. It just had to be. At first you didn't say anything because you weren't certain if you were even supposed to know. You waited for a long time, waiting for him to say it but then you just couldn't contain it any longer. You needed certainty. You found Bruce sitting before his desk in his private studies. Due to the way he was dropped over the papers in front of him you guessed he was lost in thought. One hand was buried in his dark hair while the other one stroked his chin. His eyes fixed on the printed words so he didn't notice you. For a few moments you just leaned against the door frame and looked at him, weighing up if you should say it or not. Even giving him the opportunity to detect you and say something himself but it stayed completely silent in the room. Then you sighted and walked in. But you didn't walk up to him you went to the windows instead and looked over the beautiful kept garden. Bruce had looked up, one eyebrow raised in confusion. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" he asked but stayed seated. It wasn't often that he couldn't judge a situation but with you it happened more frequently than he would like. He just wasn't able to read you. So he stayed behind the desk, waiting for you to say what was bothering you. "You're Batman" you uttered bluntly. No use in sugar-coating it anyway. Turning around you met his shocked face, his wide eyes, raised brows and slightly open mouth while he struggled for words. You weren’t even asking him, it was a statement. You casually leaned against the window sill while waiting for a response. He considered lying but since he wanted to let you know the truth anyway he figured it was no use to deny it. "Ho-" he stuttered because he was still stunned by your blunt remark. "How do you know?" "You're never home at night" you shot back instantly and bit back the grin that slowly formed on your lips. It was rather entertaining seeing Bruce Wayne, the infamous billionaire and playboy Gotham's in a loss for words. "And your first thought was that I must be Batman?" he asked perplexed. "That or that you're cheating" you shrugged your shoulders. Of course, you never believed that to be true but it was still something that had crossed your mind at first. Tough it was a serious topic it was still funny to see his now even more shocked face. Holding back a fit of giggles you added: "Relax. I didn't believe that to be true so it had to be the Batman option." He sighted in relief, before standing up and walking towards you. "Since when did you know?" he asked when he stood directly in front of you. Looking up with a playful glint in your eyes you couldn't suppress your growing grin. "Pretty much since I moved in here. So for a few months." "And you didn't say anything?" You shook your head: "I was waiting for you to say something." "I considered telling you but it never seemed appropriate" he started. "You're not upset I didn't tell you? Not freaked out?" You shrugged your shoulders. You already knew about it for far too long to be freaked out now. "No. But I was definitely worried at first and maybe even a little freaked out but mostly out of concern. But because I knew about it for a few months now your words are just a clarification for me. And it really makes sense for you to be Batman so it's not that shocking to me anyway." "Well, I hope nobody else will come to this conclusion" he stated dead serious. "And if they do I will be the witness to say that you never leave your bed at night" you shot back playfully and put your hands on his chest. "I'm very lucky to have you" he said and wrapped his arms around your waist, grinning in the same playful manner and pulling you closer. "Yes, you are." _________________________________

Dick Grayson:

He definitely considered telling you. There was just a silent agreement between the two of you: no lies, no secrets, ever. The two of you rather wanted the truth even if it hurt than be lied to or ending up with the silent treatment because the other couldn't come clean. So he was thinking about telling you pretty early on. But he had to be sure the thing you two shared was serious, not that he doubted it. Sometimes just life took another turn than expected. So after many months into the relationship he was sure he would tell you. Now he just had to figure out how. He couldn't just spill the information like that, he couldn't be blunt about it. Well, in fact, why not? His heart was beating violently against his chest. He was definitely nervous, sweaty hands, shaking legs and all that while you were sitting next to him, head on his chest. The two of you were watching a movie in your apartment but he couldn't remember which one. He was distracted by his own thoughts, he was only thinking about how to tell you. But it wouldn't take long for you to suspect something was up. The way his body tensed up from time to time was clear proof that Dick was rather distressed. Unknowingly to him you weren't paying any attention to the movie either. You couldn't stop but wonder what was bothering him. Sighting you pushed yourself up, your hands now flatly pressed against his chest to hold yourself upright then you turned towards him. But he wasn't looking at you, his glance was focused stubbornly on the TV screen though you doubted that he noticed what happened on it. He didn't even notice that you moved. "Dick" you said a little annoying but mostly concerned. He turned to you in an instant. He looked like a kid that was caught doing something forbidden his parents weren't supposed to know. Biting back a small smile you tried to remain serious. "I know something is bothering you. Since a couple of days actually" you started and departed yourself from him so you weren't touching anymore. That only made Dick more nervous. Your touch always seemed to be able to calm him down. "But I didn't say anything because I thought you trusted me enough to approach me yourself." Shocked he sat up straight. He never wanted you to doubt his trust in you. "No, (Y/N) I trust you completely. I trust you more than anyone else on this world" he stumbled over his own words, not even really knowing what he was saying exactly. "I wanted to approach you but I just wasn't sure how to ... phrase it." He breathed out deeply, trying to calm down without your touch. "I have a secret you don't know about. And I'm not sure how you are going to react so I want to word it as carefully as possible but I guess I should just be blunt about it" he explained and then stopped. God, he really was going to do it. You just sat there in silence, no judging glances or annoyed mutters. You wanted to know what was up but you also wanted him to be comfortable. The two of you agreed to never lie or have secrets but you still didn't want to push him. He was allowed to say it in his own pace. So you stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. "It was really difficult for me to keep it from you and I wanted to tell you about it pretty early on it just ... never seemed appropriate" Dick continued after collecting his thoughts. He turned towards you completely and took your hands in his. "I'm" he started and breathed in deeply. He really was going to do it just like that. He had to just say it, in one go. Rip it of like a band-aid. "I'm Nightwing." You just sat there with a blank face while your thoughts were running wild inside your head. He was what? Blinking confused you pulled your hands out of his grasp and pushed your hair back. You had to process it first, the information he just revealed to you. Your boyfriend just told you he was one of Gotham's many vigilantes. He was Nightwing. "God, and I thought you were thinking about breaking up with me" you finally were able to say. A nervous but also relieved chuckle left your lips. When you looked up you met the shocked face of your boyfriend. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't prepared for- I didn't even consider it" you explained to calm him down. Reaching out to him you cupped his cheeks. You knew your touch was like a drug to him. No one could put him more at ease than you. "But I'm glad. Now I know why you were so nervous all the time" you had to chuckle again. A small smile also found its way onto Dick's face. "I'm also glad you finally decided to tell me." "You're not mad that I kept that from you?" he asked cautiously. You shook your head. "No, I understand. It's not something to tell your partner only a couple weeks into the relationship. So I understand why you kept it from me so long." Now his smile grew. He gave you a quick kiss before you two returned to the movie. "To be honest, you being a vigilante, you being Nightwing, explains a lot" you started again after a while. "You being gone at night, the wounds you have." You could feel his gaze on you when you said that. You only nodded. "Yeah, I noticed." Turning around to face him again you raised one eyebrow. "You weren't thinking I wouldn't notice the blood on your clothes, right? Who do you think does the laundry here apart from you? I will give you one hint: it's not Alfred." That made him chuckle and scratch his neck nervously. "I can't believe you're so chill about it" he wondered. "Oh, I'm freaking out, alright. Don't think I won't worry about you whenever you will be out at night. I just-" you stopped and sat up again. The movie you two were watching before was long forgotten. "I trust you and your abilities. I know you can handle yourself ... most of the time" you said and grinned which he returned with an equally huge but nervous grin. "I know you will be careful because if not I will be the one you have to fear." Dick only nodded with an equally huge grin on his lips. "But I'm- I don't want you to get hurt. You don't even know how much I worried about you whenever I found another bloody shirt in the laundry. And how difficult it was to keep silent because I knew you would come to me, that you would tell me eventually. But waiting for it was ... awful" you exposed. "I'm sorry" Dick responded and put his forehead against your own to be even closer to you. His eyes that were as deep and blue as the ocean softened. "No, don't be. I understand, really. Just promise me you will be careful" you begged and stared into his blue eyes. The eyes you loved so much. He smiled. "Of course, I promise" he said and from the look in his eyes you could see that he was being honest. You nodded, still smiling. "Good" you said and then kissed him sweetly. He should feel the love you felt for him and your appreciation about him telling you his biggest secret. And Dick responded with equal love and passion. If he would have known you would take the news so well he would have told you a lot earlier. _________________________________

 Jason Todd:

He considered never telling you about it, like ever. He knew he had done many bad things and he also knew that you didn't approve of Red Hoods ways. Or at least his past ways because you really disliked violence. It made you sick and sometimes even panic whenever the news talked about another terrible crime committed in Gotham. And in fear of losing you because he didn’t know how you would take the news he decided you should never know the truth. But maybe especially he should have known that life never went like one imagines it. It was already dark and pretty late, well over midnight. You were alone at home, lying awake in your bed, the covers tightly wrapped around you. But for some reason you couldn't fall asleep today. Sighting you sat up, put on your fluffy socks and began your way to the kitchen. You didn't turn on the lights since your windows were never covered and the street lights were bright enough for you to faintly make out the furniture in your way. Grabbing a glass from the counter you filled it with cold water and drank it. You weren't even that thirsty but you just needed to do something to take your mind of the things that wouldn't let you relax. Sighting you leaned against the counter. You missed Jason in these moments. If you couldn’t sleep he would just wrap his arms around you and press you against his chest. His steady heartbeat and faint whispers would lull you in until you could fall asleep. He calmed you down, allowed you to relax. But it had to be him, no one else had that effect on you. However, Jason wasn't here tonight, he was at Wayne Manor. The two of you didn't live together even though you were together for a fairly long time. But he would come to your apartment and sleep there on some days of the week. (The days he wasn't here where when he needed to go on patrol, but you didn't know that.) You were almost back in the bedroom when you heard a faint creaking from the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks, turned around and risked a peek into the room you thought the creaking came from. One of the windows with the fire escape in front of it was pried open which allowed the wind to move the curtains slightly. Your body acted on its own before you could even form a single thought. You sneaked back to your bedroom in a hurry and searched for your phone that laid somewhere on your bed. With shaking hands you pulled it out from under your pillow when you heard another far more audible creaking of the wooden floor. Your breath hitched and you pressed yourself against the wall next to your dresser that stood next to the door, slowly sinking down so your form would be hidden. You probably and most definitely should have called the police but the your first thought was to call Jay. You needed to hear his voice, him to call you down. So you searched his number and pressed call. You squeezed your phone against your ear, the shaking of your hands got worse and worse. "(Y/N)? Why are you still up?" Jay's voice finally filled your ears. But it didn't seem to calm you down. You could hear steps moving around in your apartment, slowly getting closer. A horrifying panic swept over you and laced up your throat, making it more difficult to breathe. "(Y/N)?" Jason asked again now growing concerned. Taking a shaky breath you tried to hold back the tears since the steps began to creep even closer. "Jay!" you were finally able to faintly mutter. The distress in your voice was very noticeable even to your own ears. "Jay, there's someone here!" you hiccupped, not able to stop the tears from spilling over anymore. "What do I do? Jay, help me." Jason's heart stopped beating for a moment when he heard your panicked voice. For a split second his mind was blank with no clue what to do. Then he pulled himself together. He had to because you needed him now. "(Y/N), listen to my voice, calm down, please" he said while trying to cover up his own panic. He turned around to Nightwing who looked at him questioningly. He was only able to respond with a dreadful look. "Stay hidden, don't do anything until help arrives." You nodded even though he couldn't see it but you weren't able to speak up. "Inform the GCPD! Someone broke into (Y/N)'s apartment" Jay yelled but not directed to you. ‘One of his brothers must be with him’ you thought. "Jay-" you began but stopped when the door handle got pushed down. "I'm on my way, okay (Y/N)?" Jason said but you couldn't respond. The door was now completely open. You dropped the phone and grabbed the vase from your dresser out of instinct. The man standing in the door way turned towards you by the sound of the phone crashing on the floor but before he could do anything else you struck him down with the vase. You bashed it against his head with so much force that it shattered with a shrill sound. You wanted to breathe out in relief but then you could hear another set of footsteps approaching fast. You looked around in a panic. You needed something, anything to protect yourself. The only thing in your reach that could make possible damage was the bedside lamp. You sprinted towards it, grabbed it but before you could go back to your hiding spot you felt a grip on your shoulder. The second man turned you around. You used the momentum of him turning you around to smash the light against his skull. He stumbled back, letting you go which allowed you to slip past him. And then you ran. You needed to get out of here, you needed to reach the front door, the- you screamed when the man grabbed you again. Your thoughts were blank, eyes wide. You panicked. You trashed in the strangers grip, trying to get free. Kicking and struggling until you hit him somewhere where it hurts. His grip loosened. You kicked against his knee, tore his hands away and tried to reach the front door once more. But you only were able to walk a few steps before you were tackled on the ground of the living room. You screamed. Tears began to flow down your cheeks again. The man turned you on your back, grabbed your collar to lift you up a little only to smash you on the ground. Your head was spinning. You groaned in pain with half closed eyes which snapped open when you could feel his hands on your throat and slowly squeezing it. You tried to breathe but couldn't. It made you panic even more. Desperately you clawed at the man's hands, trying to get him to stop. You gasped for air, like a fish on dry land. 'Please, please, please.' You needed to breathe, air, now. Spinning head, spinning in a loop, carousel. Your thoughts were vivid, your eyesight got glossy. Your limbs were so heavy. You throat so tight and eyes slowly fluttering closed. And then there was the sound of shattered glass. The man on top of you, the weight suddenly disappeared. You could hear the sound of a fight, of grunts and painful moans. Then silence. You were still gasping for air, your hands wrapped around your throat in a pathetic way to shield yourself from more damage. You couldn't move, couldn't stand up from the floor. Your body shook uncontrollably with every breath, with every sob. Your breathing was fast and shallow, no air seemed to fill your lungs. Hot tears were running down your cheeks, burned trails into your flesh. Your heart beat violently and painfully against your chest. You couldn't calm down. You couldn't stop shaking. You couldn't make a sound. You heard the voice of a man before you could make out his frame. Someone was leaning over you. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?" asked a man with a helmet that covered all of his head. Even in the dim light you could make out the vivid color of it. Red. Red Hood. "Snap out of it" he said forcefully but you still didn't really register him. Your brain was in absolute shock and panic modus. A dizzy feeling came over you since you still weren't able to breathe properly no matter how much air your fast breaths shucked in. Red Hood's head left your view then a rattling sound was audible. And before your brain could progress what was happening, you could see a familiar face. Red Hood had taken of his helmet and now Jason looked down at you. "Jay" you choked out, not believing your eyes. "Yes, it's me. Calm down, baby. You're safe" he said with a small smile. But even in your current state you could read the worry in his eyes and the way his eyebrows were knitted in concern. Your body was shaking again, violent sobs cut through you but you were holding onto the image of his face. You repeated his name like a mantra. He was your tower of strength, your lifeline. You reached out to him and he grabbed you and pulled you against him in an instant. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your head and slowly stroking your hair to calm you down while you gripped his leather jacket and buried your head into his chest. "Everything's alright, just breath" he whispered. "Focus on my voice." He didn't stop whispering something, anything into your ear to distract you until your breathing finally calmed down. "See, everything's fine" he chuckled nervously out of relief. "Thank you, Jay" you mumbled after taking a few deep breaths. But you still held onto him, your fingers grabbed the fabric of his jacket. You weren't yet able to let go. The panic and fright sat still deep in your bones. Nevertheless your brain began to finally realize what had happened. Red Hood... Jason had saved you. "Thank you." _________________________________

Tim Drake:

This boy was definitely running on no sleep when it slipped. He was not yet sure if he wanted to tell you about his night-time job or not. He probably would have told you about it eventually but definitely not so early on and in this situation. Tim was sitting on his computer since you had arrived at the manor and probably before as well. He had said he would be done in a few minutes but that had been over half an hour ago. And lying on his bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing was slowly but surely getting boring. You locked your phone and looked outside of the window. It was already dark. Sighting you rolled around to face him. Your vocalization of annoyance met deaf ears. Tim was far too focused on his work to notice it. The only reply you got was the soft humming of the fan in the PC and the clicking sound of the keyboard that sometimes stopped for only a split second before it returned. You began to think about ways to entertain yourself. You already had checked your phone every two minutes so there was nothing new for you to find. You didn't really feel like watching a movie or going to sleep. You wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. "Tiiiim" you whined and sat up cross-legged. And finally you got a reaction from him. "Yes, (Y/N)?" he asked but stayed on his seat, eyes still fixed onto the screen. "Come to bed, Tim" you begged. You even considered batting your eyelashes but since he wasn't even looking at you it had no use anyway. "In a few minutes." "You already said that half an hour ago" you complained and bit back another possibly annoyed sounding sight. "I have to finish this" he retorted sternly. Groaning you rested your head on one hand. "How long have you been awake? Did you even sleep last night?" He only shook his head in response. With a defeated sight you flopped back onto the bed. You couldn't stop Tim when he had set his mind on something. And to be honest you somewhat admired him for being able work after over 24 hours with no sleep but it still annoyed you anyway to not be able to spend time with him. Not to mention that it was extremely unhealthy. Then you had a glorious idea. You would just ask Tim questions till A) he would be so annoyed he had to stop working or B) you would be so entertained by it that you didn't even mind being mostly ignored. A wide grin stretched over your features while you looked up at the ceiling. "Hey Tim, if animals could talk, which species would be the rudest of them all?" you asked deadly serious. "What?" Tim stumbled, definitely caught off guard by your silly question. But he still didn't turn towards you; he only stopped typing for a few seconds to compose himself. "I think it would be cats" you answered yourself and looked at Tim from the corner of your eyes. He only nodded and turned back to his work. You had to step it up a few notches to accomplish one of your goals. "What do you call a male ballerina?" you questioned and returned your glance back to the ceiling. "Probably just a ballet dancer" he said right away. "If a Smurf starts to choke, what color will it become?" You really had to pull out the most random questions you could imagine right now. And as ridiculous as it may sound: it was quite challenging. But fun too, so at least you already were rather entertained by it. And Tim's serious answers only made it better. "Well, since their blood is most likely also red they would probably turn bluish-magenta." "If a boy named after his dad is called junior, what do you call a girl named after her mom?" you continued without missing a beat. "Well, actually they would also use the suffix Jr. if the name is completely alike but mostly just for legal documents" he stated matter of factly. You wondered why he even knew all that. "What do you call a male ladybug?" "Definitely not a manbug" he shot back as if he had read your mind. You huffed annoyed before thinking about another question. "If you would get arrested right now what would your family think you committed?" you questioned. "Probably something related to hacking" Tim said and shrugged his shoulders. You could only agree by all the time he spent in front of a computer. You carried on like that for a few more minutes before your imagination slowly left you. The questions got increasingly more and more stupid if that was even possible. You had straightened yourself and now again sat cross-legged on the bed while desperately trying to think of new questions. But your imagination really ran low so you just blurted out the very first thing you could think of. "Are you Superman?" "No, that would be illogical and impossible." You were sure that he would leave it at that. You would have been completely satisfied with the answer but he continued anyway. "I'm Red Robin." You froze. For many seconds that felt like hours to you, you just sat there with your mouth wide open. Tim on the other hand didn't even registered what he had just said. "Wh...What?" you stuttered, not able to form a complete sentence. "What?" Tim retorted confused. "You just said that … you are Red Robin" you repeated, too stunned to move or really react to what he had said. You were shocked but still able to see how his body tensed up immediately. He had stopped his typing completely but didn't dare to turn around. "N-no, I was only joking" he stammered. But you could hear the distress in his voice. "You answered all my other questions dead serious" you objected and slowly crept to the end of the bed. "Tim, are you really Red Robin?" He really didn't have to answer you. You knew it was true by the way he reacted. His body was completely tense, he was pushing his hair back in distress and stopped to work altogether. Tim never stopped willingly unless he was finished or deeply concerned. He slowly turned around to meet your poleaxed eyes. His posture was straight, hands on his knees. You could see he was panicking, thinking about what to do and say. Should he lie or come clean? Did he even have a real choice? He kept silent for a few moments more before he sighted in defeat: "Yes, it's true." You couldn't react, couldn't move or even speak up. Your visit didn't go as you imagined it to. You never suspected him to be one of Gotham's vigilantes. Well... looking back maybe you did suspect at least something but know that you knew it should have been a lot clearer to you before. Tim kept staring at your unmoving form. If he didn't know it any better he would have worried about you not responding but he himself was rather startled as well. "(Y/N)?" he asked, stood up and slowly moved towards you. He grabbed your hand which made you snap out of your own thoughts and look at him. For a moment you lost yourself in his bluish eyes before you shook your head in disbelief. "Well, that was a confession I didn't know was coming" you only said. Tim chuckled nervously and sat down beside you. "That was a confession I haven't yet planned to say out loud" he admitted. "I guess sometimes life just has its own plan" you told him and moved to a more comfortable sitting position. Then you grew silent once more. "Are you alright?" Tim asked worried. Worried about you and in which direction your reaction would be heading. "I just need a moment" you retorted and looked up at him again. "If I would have known that I end up with your attention I would have asked that question a lot sooner" you teased with a playful glint in your eyes that left rather fast after you realized the weight of the information. "Did you ever consider to tell me your secret or is it something I shouldn't know?" you asked him worried. You hadn't wanted him to confess something that wasn't supposed to ever be revealed. You hoped he wouldn't get in trouble because of it, because of you and some silly questions you only ask out of boredom. "I- It's complicated" he started again. "I definitely wanted to let you know at some point but not so earlier on because I didn't know how to tell you or how you would react. I wanted to think about it more but I guess I don't have to anymore." You only nodded in responds. The room got silent once more before the playfully look in your eyes returned. With a wide grin you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled as close as possible. "You know what I need now that I will worry about you because I know you are a vigilante that risks his life almost every night?" you asked him in a frisky manner. "No, what?" he questioned cautiously. You turned your head so you could look up at him. "Cuddles" you said and dragged him down on the bed with you. He groaned in annoyance and you instantly knew that he was thinking about. "Don't you dare bring up your work again" you warned him. "After that reveal you can't go back to ignoring me for another hour. And you should really take better care of yourself and sleep for once." You looked up at him with a playful grin. Tim sighted in defeat and let himself relax. "Alright." You only grinned in victory. _________________________________

Damian Wayne:

He didn't tell you, you found it out. Damian didn't want you to know a lot about him and his past. He didn't want you to know that he was raised by assassins to be a cold-hearted killer and he didn't want you to know about his life as Robin. This boy maybe seemed cold and unapproachable to others but the main reason for him not telling you was that he was afraid you would either be repulsed by him or be used against him. He couldn't bear the thought of you getting tortured because of him and he feared that your opinion of him would change so he decided you should never know. Well, he didn't expect you to find out on your own. You had been friends with Damian for several years though, before the two of you finally got together. So you would say that you knew him pretty well. You knew his mannerisms like now one else. That's why it didn't take long for you to realize who the mysterious Robin was after seeing him fight up close in one especially dreadful night. You had been out a bit too long today, which led to you walking home in the darkness. If Damian would find that out he would give you another lecture about safety in Gotham. That you could have just called Alfred and he would have happily drove you home. But normally walking home at night was no problem for you. Nothing had ever happened before. You didn't live in the worst parts of Gotham, so any sort of crime wasn't happening that often here. And you knew which streets to avoid. You always used the main roads as far as possible because the street lights were functioning and normally other people would be there as well. But today the streets were almost completely empty. Maybe that should have warned you but you only shrugged your shoulders, ignored the warning bells that began to softly ring in your head and carried on. With your hands in your pockets you walked down the lonely streets, listening to anything slightly unusual that could hint to any sort of danger. But nothing caught your attention, so when you had almost reached your apartment you were a little lost in thoughts. A huge mistake. When you passed a small side street you heard it one second before it happened. Someone grabbed you by the arm and dragged you into the shadows. But luckily your instincts kicked in immediately. You grabbed the bag you had only draped over one shoulder and swung it against the face of your attacker. You never thought you would be glad that you had to carry so much stuff with you. The impact made the man stumble. You took your chance, brook free of his grasp and ran. But what you hadn't noticed before were the footsteps that had followed you since the last side street you had passed. You weren't even able to reach the main road because you ran against the man the footsteps had belonged to. A surprised yelp escaped your mouth as you struggled against his grip and got dragged into the shadows again. You could only scream, scream as loud as possible even though you knew that even if someone was walking down the street they wouldn't come to help you, not in Gotham. "Let me go!" you continued to scream and trashed in the man's grasp. His hands were squeezing your upper arm with so much force you could already feel the bruises that would form tomorrow if you survive this night that is. And you would, you had to. Otherwise Damian would revive you personally to give you another lecture about how stupid you had been. So you tried to take a deep breath and remember the fight moves he had taught you for such emergencies. During the training sessions you had always complained about how stubbornly he would force you to do them but now you were more than glad. But your mind slowly slipped into a state of panic, so all your moves were rather sloppy. Nevertheless you kicked the man who was holding you against his knee, made him stumble and groan in pain before you smashed your head against his. His grasp loosened enough for you to break free. You put your fists up and positioned yourself in a defensive stand. The man who had held you already recovered from your attacks but unluckily for you your head was still spinning a bit. You hadn't trained the head smack that often (so you weren't used to it) because... it really hurt. Trying to force yourself to concentrate on your opponent you totally forgot about the other man. You were about to deliver another blow to the man's head when you were gripped from behind and thrown and pressed against the wall. You head was spinning even more now. And before you could recover, another punch hit the side of your head. Groaning in pain you weakly struggled against the man but it had no use. Your consciousness slowly faded away. The other man snatched your bag from you, opened it and poured it out on the street, searching for anything valuable. The mouth of the man who was still pressing you against the wall moved but you couldn't hear anything. Then it stretched into a wide grin, which made you sick only looking at. But before the man could even move one finger a shadow laid over his face. He looked up, your gaze followed only to be suddenly set free. With a confused grunt you plopped on the ground. You saw the sword before you could make out the figure holding it. Robin had dropped on the man from the roof and was now pointing his katana at his throat. He was probably also saying something since the man’s face showed variant emotions as if he responded to something but your ears were still ringing. But then you saw the other man slowly approaching Robin from behind, a knife in his hand and suddenly all your senses were back and on high alert. You could already hear Damian’s voice nagging in your head again: "Robin can handle himself. Why would you be so stupid and stay in the alley? Run!" And that was exactly why he could never find out about it. You jumped up and kicked the knife out of the man’s hand who yelped in surprise. The sound made Robin turn around. For a slit second you saw the worry on his face before it was replaced by an oddly familiar frown. You shook your head. His attention wandered from you to the man towering over you. You had been so distracted by Robin’s sudden movement you hadn’t noticed the man targeting you again. He tried to grab your hand but Robin jumped forward and blocked him. You took the opportunity and reached for the knife, turning around just in time to see the other one trying to stand up. Holding the knife warningly in his direction he backed off before stumbling to his feet and running out of the alley. A sight of relief left your lips. Turning around again you wanted to see if you could help the vigilante but you froze. The knife almost fell out of your grip when you watched him fight. He was spinning and ducking and throwing punches in such a fast manner you barely were able to keep up. But the fight wasn't dirty or ruff, at least not for the masked vigilante. Robin's attacks flowed into blocking moves without any effort. He jumped over the slightly taller man, spinning around mid-air and kicked the man in the back before even landing on the ground again. He was trained, very well trained. You guessed he wouldn't even break a sweat because of the fight. And even though Robin had a sword, he never really cut his unarmed opponent. He only used it to distract him to be able to hit him again and again and again. You couldn't keep up. His movements seemed to faze into one another. Your breath hitched. Those fluent movements were far too familiar. You stood there, unable to even form a complete thought. It felt like eternity but you knew it only took him a few seconds to overpower his opponent. Robin pointed his katana towards the man’s throat when he fell to the ground once again. "Leave" said the vigilante what only confirmed what you already knew to be true. The man ran but Robin was still not facing you. His breathing was livid. You could tell by the way his shoulders rose every time he took a deep breath to calm himself, like they always did when you wouldn't quit complaining about another training session. He fastened the sword on his belt with such ease you only knew from him. The knife dropped to the ground when you placed your hands over your mouth. The rattling sound echoed through the small street which made Robin turn around and face you immediately. "Damian?" The way his facemask rose after you said his name, the name of your boyfriend, confirmed it. "Are you alright?" he asked annoyed to try to cover up his shock. But you knew him far too good to be fooled by it. "Don’t try to deny it" you started. "I know those moves." You walked up to him. Holding your hands up you hesitated at first but the way his jaw clenched, it had to be. So you cupped his cheeks and turned his head a little from side to side to look at him. Frowning and confused the vigilante knitted his eyebrows. You were only able to let out a quiet laugh. "And I most definitely know that frown." Robin groaned. "Alright, yes it’s me." Damn, that was not how you imagined your day to end. And you would have never believed him to give in that easily. But that probably did not mean anything good. "But my question still stands. Are you alright?" he asked once more, taking your hands in his to be able to turn his head freely. You didn’t answer since he already was checking you after possible wounds himself. His gaze lingered a little longer on your head before he touched your forehead which made you wince. "I smacked one of them with my head, no big deal" you said immediately to calm him down. "The only thing that sort of hurts is the back of my head but it's not that bad." He only grunted in disapproval: "I told you to not walk around at night!" "Oh, shut up. Nothing bad happened" you said annoyed, freed yourself from his grip and walked to your stuff that was littered all over the floor. Kneeling down with a sight you began to put everything back into your bag. "Nothing bad happened? Do you even realize in what situation you were in?" You bit back a snarky remark. You knew he was right, you had been foolish and you had ignored your instincts. But it still got on your nerves how the rubbed it in. And to be fair, the news you just got startled you more than what had happened. You stopped packing your bag and turned around to face him. "Do you realize that I just now got to know you are Robin?" you snarled and tried to suppress the shaking of your voice. The weight of what just happened also slowly set in and mixed with the fear of what Damian was doing all those nights. God, he could have been killed. And you would have never known why. "You worry about me, I get it" you said and looked down on your shaking hands. Clenching them into fists you looked back up, meeting the white lenses of the mask. "But now I am also worrying. I'm worried about you too because I just now know what you do every night!" Releasing a shaky breath you tried to calm yourself down. Two angry people in an alley screaming at each other wasn't beneficial for either of you. "That’s why I never wanted you to know" he stated with his arms crossed. Your eyes grew wide in shock. But you knew he was serious. Damian wouldn't joke about such a thing. "Why? Don’t you trust me?" Your voice broke at the end of your sentence. Biting your tongue you hold yourself back before you could say more. Now it was Damian's turn to look at you in shock as his arms dropped to his sides. "No, I trust you." His voice sounded so soft you almost didn't recognize it. He only spoke rarely in that tone even if it was you he was talking to. Your eyes softened, waiting for him to continue. "But this part of my life, it’s unpleasant and dangerous. I didn’t want your perspective of me to change because of it." "You thought I would see you in a different light if I knew you were Robin?" At first he stayed silent and stiff, didn't move and didn't talk. He didn't even grunt a response. Then he nodded faintly. You sighted and stood up again. All of your anger suddenly disappeared when he had nodded so hesitantly. He looked like a child right now, afraid and ashamed, his arms pressed to his sides and stubbornly looking at the ground. Walking towards him you took his hands in yours. He only contrarily let it happen. Looking up into the white lenses of his masks you really wished you could see his eyes right now. "Well, maybe I do" you started gently. "But not in a negative way. What’s so bad about saving people?" "Because that’s not all I did in the past" he confessed. His hands fidgeted slightly but you didn't let him withdraw. Staying strong you continued to meet his gaze and pressed his hands in between yours in a pleading manner. "I won't pressure you to tell me about your past, I never did. But if you want to tell me about it you should know that I’m here to listen. And I would never judge you over the things you did in the past because I now the present you. I know your ticks and thoughts. I know what parts of yourself you play and what is sincere. I know you, and I love you for it. We will definitely have to talk about ... this but that can wait until you feel more comfortable." "Thank you, (Y/N)" he said with a smile. He freed one hand from your grip to gently trace the outline of your face. Sighting you leaned into it. Eyes closed you let him calm you down. Your heart began to slow down again and relax. But then he stopped and your eyes snapped open again. Looking at Damian you couldn't quite tell if he was frowning or smirking. "But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m still angry at you for walking home in the dark." You grinned jokingly and shrugged your shoulders. "It was worth a try."

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 13

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: just some sexual innuendo

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with the human pin-cushion @fanficwriter013​

Chapter 13: Keeping Safe

The next morning I woke still nestled in between Tony and Steve but Thor was nowhere to be seen.  I managed to wriggle out from in between them, and as soon as I was clear they moved toward each other, obviously not ready to wake yet.  I used the bathroom and then went into the living room to find Thor working at a desk.  Volstagg was guarding the door to the children’s room.

“Good morning,”  Thor said looking up.  “Glad to see you’ve joined the land of the living.”

“Are the kids okay?  One of them normally wakes the other and they come and get us.”  I asked.

“Still asleep,” Thor said.  “I checked on them.”

“Do you need help with anything?”  I asked.

“I would appreciate your insight on this scheduling.  There are so few I trust here, making sure the warriors get the rest they need and having everyone guarded is difficult.”  Thor said.

I came over and sat down in his lap and he put one hand on my thigh, tightening it for a moment before just letting his hand relax.  “I’d prefer that you stay with me.  I think that will be the best way to keep you safe.  I’d like at least two people with the children at any time.”  He said.  “I know that Steve can handle himself, so I am not too concerned about him.”

“And Tony?”  I asked.

“I don’t want to say he can’t handle himself.  I know he has the suit…”  Thor said.

“But you’re aware of his fragile mortality?”  I said.

He nodded and put his chin on my shoulder.

“Well, he’s going to want to go to the lab and work on the bots now.  That’s for sure.  Would you trust Tony and Steve alone together?”

“Perhaps.  I think together they should be strong enough to at least hold out a fight long enough for Loki and I to get there.”  Thor said.

“Well, what if Steve and Tony stick together.  And I’m with you.  Then the warriors and Loki can rotate keeping the kids safe.”   I suggest.  “Then when the bots are done there’s extra security on everyone.  Plus the others will be here soon enough.”

“I can make that work,”  Thor said with a nod.  He filled out the timetable and began to write a letter.  I couldn’t understand anything he wrote though as he was writing in what looked like runes.

“I should go and dress for the day if I’m tailing you around,”  I said.  “You could always have either you or Loki with the kids at all times too.  So if you put down when you’re needed to do things elsewhere, Loki can be with the kids.  He won’t mind even with the warpath he’s on.  He loves spending time when Pietro.”

“He does love that little boy,”  Thor said.

“He does.”  I agreed.  “I wonder what that is exactly about?  I’d put it down to the fact he loves books so much.  But remember when he came to meet them?  They were still all floppy and only just learning to roll over.   Even then he wanted to hold Pietro first despite the fact we said he was the one that was more likely to cry.”

Thor shook his head.  “Maybe he always suspected Pietro wasn’t mine biologically and therefore not the heir to the throne.”

I nodded slowly, mulling the hypothesis over.  “Could be.  Perhaps he wanted to make sure he always felt worthy the way he didn’t feel that.”

“It’s hard to say,” Thor said.  “If I understood the inner workings of my brother better, we wouldn’t have the trouble we do.”

I went to stand and he took my hand and looked up at me.  “How are you feeling this morning?  I feel like I ought to check in on you.”

I smiled down at him.  “Better.  Sleep helped.  It was dreamless too.  So that’s good.  I’m obviously still anxious, but so are you.  That’s not going to go away until this is all put to rest.”

He kissed the back of my hand.  “We will get to the bottom of this.”

I kissed him gently and went and bathed.  I changed into a less formal looking Asgardian dress than I had last night.  Though saying that, it was still far more elaborate and formal than I normally dressed.  The dress was gold with black thread work through it and wrapped around me.  Over the top, I wore a blue and black cloak.

When I came back out to the living room Steve and Tony were both up as were the kids.  Pietro was sitting in Thor’s lap drawing on some paper as Thor continued to work, while Riley tore around the room.

“Mommy!”  Riley squealed and slammed into my legs.

“My goodness, you are so hyped lately,” I said, crouching down and cuddling her.

“That might be her connection with Asgard and her newly obtained powers,” Thor said.

I nodded and moved to the couch.  “Sounds reasonable.”

The door open and Loki stalked in.  “Surprise brother.  Apparently, we have more siblings.”

Thor looked up startled and Pietro reached for Loki.  “We what?”

Loki took Pietro from Thor and the little boy snuggled into his uncle’s chest.  “I do not know who this woman is.  But she seems to be an envoy from the kingdom of Heven.  Before either of us were born our parents had two other children.  First was a son named Aldriff.  Back then Asgard was waging war everywhere.  Aldriff was killed by a spy from Heven as an infant.  Next was a daughter.  I have been unable to find anything else except word that she existed.  It’s like every record pertaining to her has been erased.”  Loki explained.  “This new faction is claiming that Aldriff was never killed but taken and raised in Heven to one day take the throne here.  Much like our parents did with me, intending I return and take the throne on Jotunheim.”

“If our brother is a worthy ruler, I’d gladly give him the throne.  Why all the subterfuge and violence?  We have no quarrel with Heven.”  Thor said.

“Wait… just back up a second.”  Tony interrupted.  “There’s a Heaven?”

“Of course, Tony,” Thor said while Loki rolled his eyes.  “These myths you have on Earth usually have an origin elsewhere.”

“Well, regardless, it looks like Heven may have been holding on to some past anger and plan to put their own puppet on the throne,” Loki said, turning the conversation back on track.  “There may be descent in your council.  I will continue to look into it.  If we can smother that it should crush any further attacks.  Heven is not strong enough on its own to take us.  It needs the support of the people.”

“And you’re sure our guest is of Heven?  Aren’t they usually possessing wings?”  Thor asked.

“I don’t know what to tell you, brother.  This is all I know so far.”  Loki said with a shrug.

There was a knock on the door and Fandral lead in the same chef from last night along with some others who were all wheeling trays of food.

“Yay!”  Riley squealed, running over to the carts.  “You maded yummy food.”

“I did, little princess.”  The chef said.

“Fank you.”  She said, looking up at him and bouncing on her feet.

The chef picked up a plate and turned crouching down and offering it to her.  “Made special for the princess.”

She clapped her hands and a breeze picked up. “Fank you.”  She took the plate and then very slowly and carefully carried it to the table.

“You are most welcome.”  He said.  “I’ve made something else for the little boy if he’d like it.”

Loki brought Pietro over and took the plate.  He tasted something and looked down at Pietro.  “You can eat it.”  He said.

“Fank you,”  Pietro said, looking over the food and then carefully sampling some, exactly as Loki had just done.  Meanwhile, Riley had made a complete mess with her food already.

“I’ve taken some liberties with the cuisine to try and make it more to your tastes.”  The chef said.  “I hope you enjoy.”

“Thank you so much,”  I said.

“Is yummy!”  Riley added, enthusiastically.

“This is the highest of praise.”  The chef said.  “Thank you, princess.”  He bowed and left the room followed by his staff.

“Winning hearts there, Rie?”  Tony asked and she grinned up at him, her face completely covered in food.  He came over and began looking over the carts as I helped myself to a selection of things.  “So, what’s on the menu this morning?  You know, aside from -”  He made an obscene gesture and I hit him.

“Tony!  The kids.”  I yelped.

“Uh-huh,”  Tony teased.  “You know you want it.”

I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.  “Riley, please use your fork.”  I sighed.

She scrunched her nose and picked up her fork.  She stabbed her food with the fork and then took it off the fork with her hand before putting it in her mouth.

Steve chuckled.  “That’s not how you do that, Riley.”  He said.

“I use dem.”  She said defensively.

“You put the food on the fork and then the fork in your mouth.”  He instructed.

She attempted to do as he said but the food fell off her fork and spilled down her dress.  Steve chuckled and sat down, putting her on his lap and helping her eat.

After we’d eaten the kids got cleaned up and we prepared to split into our respective groups.

“Alright.  The children are mine now.”  Loki said.

“Who’s staying with you?”  I asked.

“That would be me, my lady,” Fandral said, making a large sweeping bow.  Loki looked at him with an expression of complete boredom on his face.  “The lord Loki appears very excited to have me.  That’s okay.  We shall have fun.  Shan't we, your majesty?”  He said kneeling in front of Riley.

She did a wobbly curtsy and patted his cheeks.  “I’m majesty.”

“Where do we want to go, children?”  Loki asked.

“Wibwawy,”  Pietro answered quickly.

“No…”  Riley whined.  “Is borwing.”

“Let us compromise.  First, we shall spend time in the library and then we shall do something Riley would like to do.”  Loki said.

Riley scrunched her nose.  “It's okay, your majesty.  I'll be there.  We can make it fun together.  Annoy your uncle Loki.” Fandral said.  He offered her his hand and she took it.

“Alright, kiddos. You stay with Loki and Fandral.  No wandering off and no talking to strangers.”  I said as Loki and Fandral headed to the door with them.

“Subtle, Elise.”  Loki teased as the twins called out ‘bye-bye’.

After they were gone Hogun led Tony and Steve down to the lab and Thor took me along to a meeting with his advisors and I got to see exactly what being the King of Asgard actually meant.

// NEXT

[im-a-slut-for-an-accent]

Embarrassing Breakfast

Summary:  Sam and reader have finally slept together but you are Tony Stark's daughter and Bucky may decided to hold whatever he saw against Sam for blackmail

A/N:  First Sam Wilson fanfic but I love him so much and there isn't enough love for him so I make my own. I am thinking of a prequel and a sequel to this story if you guys like it. Let me know what you think and please be kind this is my first Sam Wilson fanfic after all. I also feel as if I summoned more sebastian stan energy than bucky barnes but eh whatever.

Rating: M for mild language and mentions of sex

The light of the sun filtering in through the window began to wake you from your peaceful sleep. In your half-awake state, you could feel the warmth of a body behind you as a strong arm pulled you closer. You smiled as the memory of last night flashed through your mind. Sam Wilson was in your bed.

After months of mutual pining and sexual tension that you could probably cut with a butter knife and you finally arrived at this moment after a few hours of sweaty, fun, hot sex. You wanted to enjoy this moment instead of getting up so you snuggled closer into Sam’s chest, he let out a hum of approval.

“You awake?” You peaked up to look at his face.

“If I say yes does that mean we have to get up?” His eyes stayed closed.

“Not necessarily but we can’t have awesome morning sex if you’re still asleep.”

Sam’s eyes flew open, “I’m up! I assure you I am very much awake.”

You laughed, wiggling out of his arms to a more upright position letting the sheet fall to reveal your nakedness, you leaned over and kissed him. Thankful that neither of you had morning breath. You kissed like it was the first kiss again, soft and then a bit more aggressive as he began to roll you to your back, his body leaning over you pressing you into the mattress.

Your heart swelled with happiness but that quickly changed as your door slammed open banging against the wall. “Y/N, your dad-.” Bucky looked between you and Sam as the two of you quickly tried to cover yourselves. Bucky let out a laugh. “Wilson, you are so fucking dead.”

` “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam gave Bucky a stern look.

Bucky chuckled, “Stark is going to murder you.”

“No, he won’t,” you piped in.

“Uh, yeah he will,” Bucky countered.

Sam looked uneasy but mostly just annoyed, “He won’t kill me, he didn’t kill you,” Sam gestured to Bucky.

“Yeah well, I just killed his parent’s while being under mind control, you however fucked his daughter.”

“Please don’t tell him," you begged.

Bucky gave you a soft look, “Alright I won’t tell him.”

Sam and you sighed in relief but it was short lived.

“But,”

“But what?”

“You,” Bucky pointed to Sam, “have to be nice to me for the next twenty-four hours.”

Sam groaned.

“No old man jokes and you have to do what I ask for twenty-four hours. Deal?”

Sam looked at you and then back at Bucky, “Fine.” Sam raised his hand for a contractual handshake.

“Ew, no, I am not touching your hand. I know where it has been.”

Sam shook his head at the comment.

“Hope she is worth it.”

Sam looked at you, “She is.”

“Well for my original reason of being here is that Stark sent me to get you because I guess we are all eating breakfast together as a team?”

“Why?” You asked.

“Don’t know but you two better get ready and going before Tony shows up. I’ll leave you two to get dressed.”

Bucky left and you and Sam quickly put some clothes on.

“I better go change so no one notices anything, then we’ll talk about what this is and what we want to do.”

You smiled before kissing him, “okay.”

Sam kissed back, “okay.”

Once you were satisfied with how you looked, making sure to cover all evidence of last night’s activities you made your way to the dining room where you were sure everyone was starting breakfast. Everyone already seemed to be there, you couldn’t help but notice the only seat left open was right next to Sam. You wondered if this was Sam's or Bucky’s doing but the smile on Bucky’s face gave you the confirmation that he was the one to blame and was definitely up to something.

“Morning Y/N, morning Wilson.”

“Good morning Bucky,” you forced a polite smile.

“Sam, aren’t you going to tell me good morning as well?” Bucky asked bringing his glass of orange juice up to his lips probably trying to hid a smirk.

Everyone was look between Bucky and Sam clearly knowing that something was going on.

Sam frowned but then forced a tight smile, “Good morning James.”

Bucky didn’t hide his smirk at the formal use of his first name.

It was soon forgotten as everyone began chatting about last night’s party.

“Samuel, would you please pass me the bacon?” Bucky asked, laying it on thick with a shit-eating grin. Everyone’s attention was back to Sam and Bucky as they waited to see what quick quip Sam was going to give.

Sam just grinned and bared it, “Of course.” Sam lifted the plate of bacon and handed it to Bucky.

“I’m sorry but what the hell is going on?” Your father asked.

Sam answered first, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“No, Tony is right, something weird is going on here,” Nat spoke.

“Maybe Sam has just finally warmed up to me.”

“As much as that would please me, having my two best friends getting along, I feel as if that statement is untrue” Steve sighed.

“Well maybe Sam would like to enlighten us on why he has had such a kind nature towards me.”

“Can we please get back to breakfast? It is really good Bruce, thank you.” You did your best to change the subject.

“No, I want to know what is going on because this is way more interesting,” Tony looked between Bucky and Sam waiting for an explanation.

No one spoke, but everyone stared. You reached under the table grasping Sam’s hand in your own, in the hopes that it gave him a bit of strength or help in anyway. It seemed to help because he finally gave an answer. “He’s blackmailing me.” Bucky’s smile fell knowing that his fun was now over.

Natasha grinned, “Ooo, on what?”

You felt it was your turn to be brave, you squeezed Sam’s hand. “Bucky walked in on us this morning and threatened to tell Dad about it unless Sam was nice to him for twenty-four hours,” you answered in one breath.

Sam and you squeezed your hands together waiting for the yelling to begin, if you were going to go out then you’d go out together. However, the yelling never came. Then you heard laughter. Looking up you could see that your dad was laughing.

“Dude, I think he’s having a mental breakdown,” Clint spoke obviously freaked out.

“No, no,” Tony answered between bursts of laughter. “I’m not angry.”

“You aren’t?” Sam asked, thankful and confused.

You breathed a sigh of relief and Sam seemed to relax but you could see the confusion in his knitted brows.

“Of course not. You two have been dancing around each other for months. We all knew it was just a matter of time. Also, Y/N is and adult and can make her own choices. Plus. I’m sure birdman here knows that if he hurts her that I will arc reactor his genitals right off his body, don’t ya?” Tony took a bite of his bacon.

Sam nodded his head and smiled, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Well this sucks,” Bucky huffed in annoyance.

Steve patted Bucky’s back.

“Better luck next time, greatest generation my ass,” Sam flipped Bucky off.

Bucky smiled, “Still friends?”

“Not on your life,” Sam responded, but everyone knew he meant yes.

You leaned over and kissed Sam on his cheek.

Some cheered and whistled and others groaned at the public display of affection.

“Oh, look at us, we’re in love and not dead inside, get fucked the both of you.” Bucky quoted.

This time you laughed, “I should have never showed you vine.”

“Okay, I have some ground rules,” Tony interrupted before someone else could talk, “None of that where we are eating or I can see. I do not want to see any activities, hear any activities, or have any details associated with activities. Am I clear?”

You rolled your eyes but agreed to the rules.

“Excellent.”

Everyone went back to eating breakfast. No further incidents except when Wanda asked how you and Sam finally got together.

Tony had chimed in, “That falls under details and will not be discussed in my presence.”

You whispered, “I’ll tell you later.” Wanda and Nat smiled, eager to hear all the details your father wanted nothing to know about.

You looked over at Sam as he listened to one of Steve’s stories. You guessed he had said something funny because Sam started laughing and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I love you.”

When his face went blank you worried that you had come on too strong and you knew that it was too early but you really meant it, you loved him. Relief washed over you as he leaned back and whispered, “I love you more.”

The words went straight through you. “Oh, uh, Sam, we forgot that we had something we were suppose to have done this morning.”

Sam looked confused, “We did?”

“Yeah, you know, that thing I promised we’d go do if you weren’t still asleep, you remember?”

Sam choked on his water, “Oh yeah, we should definitely go do that.” Sam sat down his water, stood up and grabbed your hand. The two of you fled the room quickly shouting a goodbye behind you.

“Well that’s gross,” Clint grumbled.

“Zip it, no details, we will just assume they did have something they had to go do.”

Nat snickered, “Yeah, each other.”

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[rynne311]

She’s Still Here

Summary: It can be difficult for a child who’s lost his parents to reconcile loving his new parents as he did his first parents.  It may just take a tough accident on patrol for Dick to be able to finally make that reconciliation in his mind.

Word Count: 880

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You had fallen asleep leaning on the sterile hospital bed in the batcave infirmary.  Your exhaustion had finally gotten the better of you, but even slumped over, you were still clutching your son’s small hand in your own.  He needed to know that when he woke up things were going to be okay, even if he could see the dried tear stains on your face.

Dick’s eyelids felt heavy as he started to open his eyes.  His entire head felt stuffy, most likely from the medications in the IV drip he was hooked up to. He couldn’t really remember what had happened for him to end up here, but as his vision cleared, he spotted you asleep and leaning over his bed and his own mother standing over him.

“You’re going to be okay, Dickie,” Mary warmly told him as she caressed his cheek.  “You are so brave, my robin.”

“Mom?” he sputtered. “How are you here?”

“I’m always here with you,” she explained.  “You can’t always see me, but I’m here watching over you and loving you, very much like Y/N and Bruce are.”

Dick fell quiet.  He was still struggling with loving you and Bruce as his parents because he was afraid that he’d hurt his parents by doing so.  Tears began to form in his eyes.  If his parents were still truly there with him all the time, they could see him beginning to let you and Bruce take their places in his eyes, and the mere thought of inflicting that pain upon his parents left him upset.

“You are one lucky little boy, my love,” Mary offered, pushing the sweaty hair from Dick’s face.  “You get to have two sets of parents who love you so much.  You see Y/N there holding your hand? She’s been sitting there like that from the moment you were brought back here tonight, and there was nothing that could move her.  That’s a mother’s love.  I couldn’t have picked a better mother for you to have after me if I tried.”

“You’re not mad that Y/N and Bruce are my mom and dad now?” he whispered.

Mary leaned down to kiss her son’s cheek before moving around the bed and placing a hand on your shoulder and using the other to cover the hand you were using to grasp Dick’s.  She smiled at the innocence of her son’s question.

“No, your dad and I are not mad.  In fact, we’re happy that Y/N and Bruce are your mom and dad now,” she responded. “We are so incredibly happy that you are loved and taken care of. And we are even happier that you are a part of a family who has shown you how to love and be happy again.  I love getting to see my little robin fly and smile and laugh again, and I love Bruce and Y/N because they brought that back out in you.”

“Yeah, I love them too,” Dick agreed.  “I love you Mom.”

“I love you too Dickie,” she said as she kissed his cheek again.  “Now get some rest and remember I’m always here with you, even when you can’t see me.”

Dick let his eyes close again, but this time there was a smile on his face.  The next time he opened his eyes, you were sitting up watching him and still clutching his hand.  He happily recounted the encounter with his mother while you were asleep at his bedside.  Dick was so animated for a child laid up in bed, but you were just as excited that his spirits were up yet again.  The boy caught you off guard when he finished his story saying, “Mom, I wish you could’ve talked to her, but she’s still here.”

No one had ever called you ‘Mom’ before.

“Of course she’s still here,” you confirmed.  “You’re not the kind of love a parent just moves on from.  We can’t see her or hear her, but those we love never truly leave us, and I do talk to her.  Sometimes it’s when I’m in the car to pick you up from school, I’ll give her an update on how you’re doing or if there’s something I’m thinking about with you.  Just because I can’t hear her doesn’t mean she’s not listening.”

“You’re right.  Oh and she said that she loves you and Bruce,” he added.

“I’m sure she knows that we love her and your dad too because they gave us you,” you answered.  “You’ve got a lot of love in your life, kiddo, and I hope that never changes.”

You excused yourself as Alfred came in to check on Dick’s vitals.  You brought your hands to where Dick had said his mother rested her hand on your shoulder as if you could touch her hand with your own.

“Thank you for showing him that you’re still here.  I promise I’m going to do my best to do right by him,” you whispered out to wherever Mary was.  In that moment you could have sworn you felt her pull you into an embrace.  There would always be an understanding between the two of you that you both held a mother’s love for that little robin sitting on that infirmary bed.

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Bloody Things and Broken Wings (Chapter 5)

Morgan pads inside, her steps even carefully quiet as she approaches her hero. She steps up beside his bed, reaching out a small hand and laying it on top of his, where it's resting lightly on the blankets over his stomach. Tony watches from the doorway, a small smile growing on his face. He's glad Friday is watching, because he'll want the stills of it later. Then Morgan gasps from across the room.

Here come the beginning of the feels... 

Tony doesn't know how to feel about how the last hour and some had turned out.

On one hand - kid fell asleep in the tub; that was bad, and he again felt bad for having to see him so exposed when he was still clearly uncomfortable around him. On the other, he'd been comfortable enough to fall asleep, and had not only not panicked but had fallen back asleep against him when he carried him out. And when he wasn't conscious, the walls he'd clearly been so desperately trying to keep up had come down, leaving the kid clinging to him with spider powers, seeking human comfort that he clearly hadn't had in way too long. And despite his attitude when he was awake, Tony knows that that wouldn't have happened if Peter was actually still as uncomfortable as he was trying to be.

And while he was clearly trying to keep that distance there, even that had started to slip a bit when Peter had woken up against him. He still sounded resigned to most of what Tony had said, still resistant to most of the decisions he made, but not enough that he's actively fighting anymore, which implies at least a beginning level of trust. He can work with that. Not to mention the fact that he didn't even want Tony to help him sit up when he'd first woken up, and today he'd made no protest to basically cuddling with him while he was awake. He'd tried to unstick his hands, but he hadn't actually tried to pull away. If anything, he's certain he felt him lean a little more into him. That was definitely progress.

Speaking of his decisions… He almost doesn't realize the phone had picked up in his ear until he heard a voice say, "Tony?"

"Bruce. I need a favor," Tony says as he steps out and pulls the door closed behind him.

"What kind of favor?" Bruce asks, suspicion clear in his tone. Tony rolls his eyes.

"Don't sound so suspicious. It's not what you think. I need your medical expertise, actually."

He can almost hear the way Bruce's eyebrows shoot up in surprise through the phone. "Medical? Is someone hurt? Did Morgan break her leg or something? Because I know how scary it is, but there's not much I can do about the little things, Tony, and it's not good for you to-"

"It's not Morgan," Tony interrupts. He wants to be irritated that they think he's so irrationally overprotective, but, well… isn't that exactly what he's doing, being irrationally controlling and overprotective of someone who, really, he has no claim on? "It's not me or Pepper, either, actually," he continues, forcing the thought away. "It's… well, it's a bit complicated. It's a pretty special patient. He's not… human, exactly. I mean, human, but not completely," he adds, before Bruce can get the wrong idea.

"O...kay," Bruce stretches out, clearly confused. "Who and what are we talking about, exactly?"

Tony sighs, already anticipating the response. "Spider-Man," he admits reluctantly. "And he's...actually a mutant, although to what extent I honestly don't know."

Bruce is groaning before he's even finished speaking. "God, Tony. You really… we agreed-"

"It wasn't- he crashed through the wall of the tower! What was I supposed to do, let him bleed out on the floor? Besides, I- we owe him, Bruce. Big time. Not only has he been covering our asses for the past six years, but he's been tortured. Multiple times, if what he's accidentally revealed is anything to go by. Including by people looking for us." He hears Bruce's breath catch, but presses on. "And I-" he hadn't voiced this suspicion aloud, hadn't dared let himself think to hard about the implications of it, but… "I don't think he has anyone, Bruce. Because of the whole hero gig or the snap or what, I don't know, but…"

"How can you tell?" Bruce's voice was quiet.

"I don't know. I just can," he answered honestly. Maybe it was the utter lack of trust, or the desperation that hinted he had no hope at all, or the way he clearly was afraid of being close to him but then seemed to cling to it when it was forced on him. Maybe it was just parental instinct. But he is sure. Besides, surely if he had someone, he would have been even hinted at the possibility of wanting to talk to someone outside the tower by now; if he was close with anyone, they should have been his first thought when he woke up and found out what had happened, right?

Bruce exhales a long breath, and Tony holds his as he waits for an answer and is greeted by a minute of silence. "I can be there in an hour or so," he says finally. "But I can't make any promises of what I'll be able to do. What are you even wanting me to do?"

He lets out the breath. "He's pretty banged up. I need a full rundown of injuries, broken bones, all that, and a timeline for his recovery would be great."

A pause. "If he's really a mutant, then I'll need to do some tests. Otherwise I can't promise accurate results. Depending on the extent of his mutations, I still probably can't."

"Alright." He winces a little, knowing that this will likely be another argument, but says nothing. "We'll talk more when you get here, then. Thanks, Bruce."

"Of course. I'll see you soon." He hangs up.

Tony disconnects on his end as well and pockets the phone, feeling a bit lighter. He turns the corner to see Morgan sitting at the table with Happy, chatting away and coloring in a picture book, a barely touched sandwich and bowl of what was presumably soup sitting beside her. Happy nods to him as he enters and gets up, wandering away and pulling out his phone to make a call.

She sees the movement and immediately looks up at him and grins. "Daddy! How's Peter?"

"Spider-Man," Tony corrects, kissing the top of her head as he passes. "You can't go around yelling out his name, or he can't be Spider-Man anymore, remember?"

Morgan makes a face, turning back to her picture and picking another crayon. "Yeah, but… it's just us, so I can call him Peter!"

Tony sighs, but he's suppressing a smile. "Yes, I suppose so. Now eat your food." He plucks the crayon from her hand.

The little girl sticks her tongue out at him but pulls her food towards her, and giggles when he sticks out his tongue back before taking a big bite of her sandwich. Tony moves to the counter and grabs a bowl, getting some soup for himself and sitting down at the table.

"Daddy?" Morgan pipes up again, looking at him over her sandwich.

"Hm?" He's stirring his soup absentmindedly.

"How long is Peter going to be here?" She looks at him with wide brown eyes.

"Until he's better."

"How long will that be?"

"Bruce is coming today to help us figure that out." He takes a bite of soup.

Morgan straightens immediately, eyes bright. "Uncle Bruce is coming?"

"Yes. He'll be here in a few hours." Tony gets up to get a drink.

"Is he staying?" Morgan asks hopefully.

"That'll depend on how much care Peter needs and how long we decide to stay."

"How long are we staying?"

"I don't know, Morgan. It'll depend. Just eat for now, okay?" He fills a glass of water and sits down again.

She huffs but complies, and they eat in silence for a whole five minutes before she blurts, "When can I visit him again?"

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He's hurt, Morgan. He needs rest. And when I left he was asleep, so it might be a little bit. Besides," he points to her food again, "Little girls who don't eat aren't allowed to go visit their heroes. So you better get to it."

Morgan pouts for half a second, and when that gets her nothing, she takes a big bite of her food and throws him a pointed look.

"Thank you." Tony gives her a smile back, taking a bite of his own as if to say 'see, I'm doing it too.'

They finish quickly after that. As soon as Morgan's bowl is clean, she immediately turns to him and says, "Now can I see him again?"

Tony sighs a little, taking their dishes and setting them in the sink. He almost feels bad for giving in, but he also remembers how at ease Peter appeared around her before and thinks he won't mind, even if she does wake him up. "I… oh, alright. A quick visit. But he was sleeping, so we have to be quiet, okay? We don't want to wake him. He needs rest."

"I know! I won't, I promise!" Morgan is already sprinting down the hall, stopping just outside the door and waiting on him to catch up. "Come on, Daddy!" she stage-whispers.

"I'm coming." He reaches her in a few strides, and reminds her to be quiet with a finger to his lips before cracking open the door almost silently.

Morgan pads inside, her steps even carefully quiet as she approaches her hero. She steps up beside his bed, reaching out a small hand and laying it on top of his, where it's resting lightly on the blankets over his stomach.

Tony watches from the doorway, a small smile growing on his face. He's glad Friday is watching, because he'll want the stills of it later.

Then Morgan gasps from across the room.

Peter is awake before they enter, honestly.

He doesn't know what startles him into awareness, but he does immediately pick up on the two sets of footsteps right outside his door when he focuses on it. One set stops, and the other is light and nearly silent as it approaches. Too light to be an adult, but, acutely aware of the second presence that he's fairly sure is an adult, he doesn't move, keeping his breathing deep and even.

Then a small hand is draped over his, and before he can think better of it, his fingers are twitching in response, curling around the young girl's hand.

She gasps in delight, and he lets his eyes flutter slowly open. His gaze fixes on her first, then shifts to the shadow lingering near the doorway until she speaks and draws his attention back to her. "Petey! How are you feeling?"

Despite himself, Peter smiles. No one has ever called him that before, but he finds he doesn't mind. "I'm good, Morgan," he says softly. "Just tired."

Her face changes instantly. "Did I wake you?"

"No, you didn't," he assures. "I was just resting here. I can't really move, so there's not much else I can do. I'm actually glad to see you. Gives me something to do." He isn't actually lying; he was awake before she touched him, and really, there isn't much else he can do. Aside from thinking, and he's not really wanting to do that right now. He doesn't like the thoughts that take him every time he does.

She brightens, grinning. "I'll come talk to you as much as you want. And guess what! You'll be able to talk to new people soon! Uncle Bruce is coming to visit and fix you up, and then you'll be good as new!"

Peter files the name away as he smiles back at her. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Yeah! Uncle Bruce is the best! And he's helped fix all kinds of things, so I know he can fix you!" She squeezes his hand. "At least, he can when he's not big and green, but-"

"That's enough." Tony pushes off the door and walks inside, kneeling by the little girl.

"Big and green?" Peter repeats, right on the heels of Tony's words. He looks at the elder man, then back at the little girl, who is nodding frantically despite her father's words.

"Yeah! He's the Hulk! Well, he is sometimes, but usually he's just Uncle Bruce-"

Tony sees the way the kid's face changes instantly. He goes from amused and affectionate to confused and afraid in the span of less than a second, as soon as Morgan speaks.

"That's enough," he blurts, before he can think better of it. But the kid asks, he always does, and Morgan keeps going, blissfully unaware of exactly what she's about to do.

"Yeah! He's the Hulk! Well, he is sometimes, but usually he's just Uncle Bruce-"

Emotions flash over Peter's face too quick for Tony to process before he shutters them off again. Tony takes Morgan's arm. "Morgan, that's enough."

She stops, as if suddenly realizing the tension in the room. Her eyes are big and brown, wide as saucers, but he can't explain, not now. Not when he can't say anything else in front of the kid, not when-

Peter is sitting up with some difficulty, hands braced heavily against the nightstand but managing to get and stay upright. "You lied to me." The words are quiet but still every bit accusing.

"I didn't lie," Tony counters. "He is qualified. And he has dealt with people like you before. He-"

"And you just conveniently didn't tell me who he was? I told you about-" he stops, looking like he's swallowing down words with effort, his eyes flicking from him to Morgan for just a second before back to Tony. "How many of them did you tell?"

He's trying so, so hard to stay calm, to bite back words for Morgan, and it hurts something inside of Tony. "Kid, I didn't-"

"You obviously did. Did you even actually want to help me? Or was this about bounty the whole time? It just so happened that when I had information that could be prudent to people with more money you decided to give me to them instead? Is he even actually coming to look at me, or because he's the only one you thought could contain me?" The words are just spilling out now. Every word hurts, not only Tony, but he can also see the way these realizations are affecting Peter. He looks so small, sad, hurt, betrayed, and Tony has to swallow hard against his rising emotion to answer.

"I didn't tell any of the Avengers, kid. Bruce is a friend. He's just coming to look at you, I swear." Tony makes to step up to him, but he flinched visibly, and that draws him up short. Then Morgan is there, stepping up to him and taking the hand he's not using to brace himself up, eyes wide and earnest.

"Petey… why are you afraid of the Avengers?" she asks with quiet innocence that only a six year old could pull off. "They're good. They help people."

Peter takes a shuddering breath, forcing his eyes down from Tony to Morgan and giving her a bitter smile. "Oh, Morgan. You're just too young to understand." He squeezes her hand gently. "The Avengers haven't helped anyone in years. And they certainly haven't helped me while I was out there fighting their battles for them."

Morgan looks so confused. "But… the Avengers are broken up, but they've never hurt anyone...right?" She looks back at Tony, but he's frozen, hurt by the kid's words, the truth of them. He's right, and it kills him.

"They're not helping anyone either, Mo," Peter says, shoulders curved forward as he runs his fingers through his hair, and Tony knows every motion has to hurt. "More people are getting hurt now than ever because of their mess. And they've done nothing to clean it up. Actually-" his face scrunches up in irritation, "They've been quite vocal about their distaste for some of us cleaning up their messes. As if just because we want our identities to be a secret or because we have to use slightly different methods we're little better than criminals ourselves."

Tony knows what he's talking about, and it hurts all the more because he'd never meant Spider-Man when he'd said some of the things he had, and the media had never been meant to hear them and construe them in they way they had, either. What had been publicized of what he said had not nearly been the whole of it. And he couldn't really be held responsible for what the others said or did… right? It had been years!

Morgan only looks more confused. She looks at Tony, searching his face for answers. "But… Daddy has been helping you. And… you didn't say Spider-Man was bad, did you?" She looks back at Peter. "They would have helped you if they'd known you needed it! Daddy does support you! That's why he made your suit! Right?" She looks back at Tony, oblivious to Peter tensing under her, the shock going through him right then. "You would have helped him, right?"

I didn't. I kept lists of his injuries and watched from afar and gave him the suit to help assuage my own guilt but I didn't. I didn't help. Tony closes his eyes, running his hand down his face. "Morgan- honey, it's complicated-"

Morgan looks more hurt now than Peter does. Her whole demeanor morphs instantly, and she stares at him, aghast. "But… but you're Iron Man! You're supposed to be a hero! And you just… you just…"

Peter goes rigid, but Morgan doesn't notice. She only has eyes for her father. She's visibly shaken, staring at him with wide, wet eyes.

Tony sees the change in both of them and closes his eyes for a minute, trying to steady himself. When he opens them again, Peter is moving, trying to shove himself up, and Tony only has a second to react. "Friday, get Happy in here for Morgan," he orders, then he's across the room, trying to get to Peter before he hurts himself. He curses himself for not putting the cuff back on before he left earlier.

Happy is in there an instant. Thankfully, he sees the situation and just scoops up Morgan and goes out, closing the door behind him. Tony struggles to get a grip on Peter, who seems to be not entirely conscious of his actions, just desperate to escape.

Tony knows what he's going to have to do, and he doesn't like it. He tries desperately to get through to him instead. "Peter. Peter, hey, kid, c'mon-"

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7} Weeks, Months, Years

Masterlist

Loki’s Gilded Pet Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson X Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Cursing, sassy reader

A/N: This is the end of this series! I'm putting it to bed, but I feel you will enjoy the ending. This chapter ran longer than I intended but enjoy & find out if Loki finally catches up to the reader!

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The air entering deflated lungs burned like hell, jolting up on the table, hands engulfed in seidr to push the one back who held her until a familiar voice yelled in buzzing ear, almost deafening as it registered as Tony Stark. The billionaire grabbing Y/N, shaking jittering body to force her to focus on his clean face clearing Y/E/C orbs taking a quick look around to note they were on another ship.

Oh god, not another ship, not floating in space, hold shit she can’t do this & felt sick. Holding on to Tony to bury her face into the clean clothes he wore, gripping tight to assure this was real, glad he was allowing time for Y/N to calm & talking her through it.

“It's alright, we were picked up by one of Quill & Nebula’s friends, we’re headed to earth, it's alright, it will be alright,” Tony spoke Y/N finally looking past the man’s shoulder to note a little girl, maybe a year-old peaking around the doorway at them, the little creature’s dress striking familiarity as one the Asgardians wore noting a man she didn’t know, tall & lanky shooing the girl who looked at him terrified.

“No, she’s OK,” Y/N spoke hinting to leave the little brown-haired girl alone sparling amber eyes looking up to Y/N in awe, pushing back from Tony to put her feet over the edge of the table Tony warning her not to get up, looking at the little girl with a smile.

“Come here little one,” Y/N spoke quietly, the little girl looking at her in shock she talked to her, the woman remembering she would know her as one of the ones that fought to save Asgard.

“We picked up an escape pod,” the tall one began stepping aside for the little girl to step up to Y/N & Tony who stayed close, so she didn’t fall from the table. “They weren’t many on aboard, a lot of dust & this little creature, a few adults but that was it, they don’t know her name or parents.”

Y/N reached down to lift the little girl into her arms, the small creature wrapping around sore body  tightly as if her life depended on it cuddling hard as the woman looked up to Tony who was in just as much shock as she the little girl clung to her.

“How long till we arrive on earth,” Y/N asked wrapping arms around the little creature to keep her tight, a hand falling to shivering shoulder that was Tony as she looked at the man in ravager gear.

“A few days. You weren’t far off course,” he began, stepping close to them now as Nebula entered taking in the sight of Y/N holding the little girl.

“Seen you found the little rodent,” Nebula hummed handing a bowl to Y/N as she placed a blanket around her shoulders, the little girl perking up at the smell of the food, turning to see what it was & Y/N all too happy to let the creature feed herself.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been feeding her, I seen you sitting with her earlier feeding her candy,” the ravager spoke up to the Luphomoid in a familiarity that came with friendship.

“Who are you by the way,” Y/N spoke looking up from the little girls eating to meet the man’s gaze.

“Sorry, names Kraglin,” he spoke holding out a hand for her to shake which she gladly did.

“Y/N,” she introduced herself, looking back to the girl then to Tony.

“Has anyone made contact,” Y/N asked looking to Kraglin who shook his head yes but looked to Tony to explain.

“Thor, Steve, Rhodey, Natasha, & Bruce are the only ones left on earth,” Tony began noting the woman trying to look hopeful, but he knew what she was about to ask & shook his head no.

“I see,” was all she could mumble before talk turned to the task at hand, focusing on the little girl that was obviously going to finish the bowl for her.

3 months Later

Wrongs righted it was hard to get back into the swing of things but as it got easier, the little girl living with Y/N, given the name Frigga after the queen who saved her life & having taken up residence in a house back away form the chaos of the city to work out of the home for Stark to what true purpose she wasn’t sure. Thor always visiting, playing with the little girl & sticking around to ask the warrior as he had taken to calling Y/N, the latest on the revelation known now as twins that where rolling around in her belly.

The very god having called to inform her he would like to come visit he had a surprise for her & the twins. The door opening telling her Thor had arrived as well as the little Frigga screaming at the top of her lungs as the toddler barreled through the house to jump into his arms with Y/N stepping into the foyer to watch the god enter.

“I could do without all the excitement,” Y/N began, hand placed on lower belly that showed little sign of the life it contained but didn’t mean the twins didn’t kick around seeming they got excited when the god entered as well.

“I have a surprise,” Thor laughed out, throwing Frigga over his shoulder to step out of the way to revel Loki on the porch, Y/N going pale to flick a wrist, the door slamming in Loki’ face as she looked up to Thor.

“Y/N, it's Loki, I promise,” he began trying to ease the visible tension in her eyes & body all color drained as he began to explain.

“He has been looking for you over the last few months none of us knew & when you came back to earth he wasn’t far behind, he just got back a few days ago, I told him about the twins, Y/N it's OK, let him in let him explain,” Thor tried to coax the pale woman who had tears welling with a shake of her head no,

What a fucking wreck of a woman Loki was coming back to, one that was skirting past Thor to hurry to her bedroom in the single-story home to hide & collect herself.

It was a battle to think, to calm, only looking up from the bed as a throat cleared, the tall frame that was unmistakably Loki stepping forward before she could slam this door in his face, getting to bare feet.

How did she explain to him that she wasn’t able to take touch? That anytime anyone came near even when she knew no harm was imminent  it still made blood run cold.

“I looked everywhere for you love,” Loki began with the biggest smile he could muster, seeing the terror in her eyes & knew what put it there as he paused a foot away, her hand on lower belly as if protecting the life, he knew was his. “Twins,” he hinted to her belly.

“Well, when you fuck for 2 weeks solid like rabbits it's to be expected,” Y/N blurted out making him laugh, her boldness still shining through as he was sure to not touch motioning to her to take a seat as she remained pale, it worried him.

“You're right it shouldn’t be a surprise,” he smiled kindly following the nervous creature to the bed sitting so he didn’t crowd or make her uncomfortable. “It's alright, I know, it takes time. I hope you are willing to let me help.”

Y/N looked at Loki, dying to reach out, to allow him to feel her plumping belly jiggle with the little lives that tumbled within but just couldn’t.

Nervously biting her bottom lip to nod in agreement, hand nervously reaching out, trying not to flinch when he allowed her his own to do as she pleased, placing it low on plump belly to feel them kick before finally quieting as her nerves did, relishing in the little contact before pulling his hand away herself.

“Girls,” Y/N began looking up to Loki as it dawned on him what she said.

“Girls, well then this calls for a celebration if you would agree to it,” he smiled inching closer but paused as she leaned away.

“I would, but I would like to rest for a while. Days if it's possible, Frigga refuses naps &…,” Y/N began, voicing the little girl’s name & noting the look in Loki’ eye.

“You named her Frigga,” he asked swearing the god almost choked at the mention of his mother’s name hand reaching out to touch soft face but drawing away.

“Um… yes, I already picked out names for these two as well… but we can change them… as long as what you come up with isn’t stupid or anything,” Y/N smirked showing a bit of the woman he fell for in the dungeon.

“What did you pick out for them,” he smiled at her boldness.

“Dove & Nova,” Y/N smiled obvious it took Loki by surprise at the simplicity of them but didn’t leave him much room to protest as he nodded.

“They are fine names love. Would you allow me to take you out somewhere? So, you don’t have to cook tonight, I'm sure Thor can handle Frigga,” Loki smiled, making it obvious he was trying hard to keep it together, it killed the god he couldn’t touch or hold the mother of his unborn children.

“Uh, what about we order in? I'm sorry, I'm just so tired & I really need a nap & Frigga has…,” she began to explain but he waved her off.

“Say no more, rest & I will take care of it, of you, of them, like I promised,” was all the god spoke quietly leaving her with a smile, watching him walk out before flopping to her back in exhaustion, overwhelmed with the newest development, hand rubbing over plumping belly to lull herself to sleep.        

It was quiet in the house for once, no screaming Frigga running the hallway between her room & what belonged to the little girl. An eerie sound when one so small as the little creature wasn’t screeching at the top of her lungs & made Y/N bolt out of the bed & into the dark hall.

How long was I out & where is Frigga, oh god! I feel asleep, she was alone.

Racing down the hall to the sitting area Y/N found there was someone on the couch, the little girl laying on their chest asleep, half expecting it to be Thor because he was the only one who could get the toddler to settle but her mouth dropped open at the sight of Loki holding the brown haired girl under his chin telling her a story though it looked like she had been out for a while.

“Did you sleep well,” Loki finally spoke up to Y/N who was still lingering in the doorway in shock, Loki really did come back, he really was there & craving so bad to lay with him but didn’t have the guts to do so just yet.

“I did actually, the first time I haven’t woken up screaming that is…,” Y/N began to explain but like he needed it, the sparkle in emerald eyes telling her that he may have helped. “You helped didn’t you.”

With a smile Y/N stepped into the room, looking at the clock & noting it was only 6 in the evening, but it was still winter which meant night fell early. Carefully she took a seat on the couch next to Loki, laying a hand gingerly on the sleeping child’s back before meeting his gaze.

“I hope you’re staying because she doesn’t fall asleep this easily with me, bedtime is a fight,” Y/N smiled, this time allowing the god to take the hand laying on the little girls back to cherish over the soft flesh noting it felt as supple.

“As long as you want me to,” he whispered quietly, her gaze flicking to the kitchen as he followed it, hearing her stomach grumble.

“Why don’t you go on & sit at the table. I’ll put little Frigga to bed & join you,” he began carefully leaving room for her to tell him no but she shook her head in agreement, getting to her feet slowly, a slight cramp from growing uterus making her sway & a hand on her lower back bracing her as she realized Loki was next to her, little Frigga cuddled in tight to the gods neck & sound asleep.

“I'm OK, just growing pains, I'm told it's normal,” Y/N explained standing straighter & smiled, enjoying his touch, she knew he kept his promise that he would never hurt her the hand remaining to rub softly.

“Ill be right back love,” he echoed before stepping down the hall, Y/N choosing to wait for him to return before going to the kitchen, the god holding an arm out to escort his Y/N to the small table being sure she was seated, happy & served first.

“I take it you are 3 months pregnant,” Loki spoke as they began to eat, noting she no longer cared if he watched, which was good for her & the babies.

“Yes. They are actually growing slowly & I'm telling you right now if I have to carry them for more than 9 months I will kill you,” Y/N informed the god who smirked at her as she paused to look up at him.

“Then I guess it gives you little comfort my mother carried Thor for a full year,” Loki began, watching Y/N’ eyes grow big & the thoughts of how big she will be when she eventually went into labor.

“Holy shit! Loki! A year!? Then you can carry them for the last part,” Y/N spouted to the god who could only look at her & smile.

“Calm down, it was a joke I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. And besides they are part frost giant, not Aesir, which means you will be most likely carry them closer to 2 years,” the god tried to poke fun at Y/N as an empty carton was flung & made contact with his head to fall to the floor.

“Damn you Loki! It's not funny! Even at 3 months this still isn’t comfortable,” Y/N pouted at the god who was seeing more of the old Y/N as he finally cleared his throat.

“I agree, my children are not laughing matter. What do your doctors say,” Loki began as a smile graced her features.

“I wouldn’t know because I don’t go to a doctor, I go to a midwife that is from Asgard & spoke with Shuri about the gender,” she smiled noting the god calm, both knew bearing children was uncertain for anyone, though it was a comfort to know Y/N wasn’t taking it lightly, knowing a midwife/healer & Shuri would possibly be able to help or know where to get her help.

“You're beautiful Y/N,” the god spouted making her pause in eating the spoon full of noodles she had placed in her mouth, swallowing it down to stare at Loki wide eyed before wiping her mouth.

“You’re glowing love, pregnancy suits you, I may have to keep you this way,” Loki smiled, noting the sparkle in her eye.

“As long as you promise to rub my back when we get done here I don’t care if I stay knocked up for the next century,” Y/N smiled at the god who returned it.

“Promise lover,” he finished as they continued to eat before retiring to the couch for him to do as promised.

His Y/N falling back to sleep, head in his lap while laying on plumping stomach since it was still possible, relishing in the feel of his seidr dancing along lax spine to soothe the tension.

8 Years Later

It was the high pitch scream that got Y/N attention from the tablet she held, which could mean one thing, the kids had just got home from school & odds are the said delivery of children along with their driver wasn’t the usual. Getting to bare feet to look out the French door narrowly stepping back in time for Frigga to be the first in while it appeared the driver of the vehicle had been Bucky, who had the twins Dove & Nova, under his arms struggling & yelling out to be put down.

“Evening Sgt. I see that the tutors must have had there hands full since you where the designated driver for the evening,” Y/N laughed as he sat the girls down all three taking off to the living room to look over into the play pen to speak to the newest addition, 10 month old Bjorn, Loki’ first son & Dove reaching down to lift her brother out as he held his hands out to her.

“Now I understand why you need a break,” he laughed as Bjorn was sat down to hurry over to Bucky, lifting his arms to be picked up to which the soldier gladly did.

“You need me to anything before I leave? Or is Loki back,” he asked looking to the little boy that bounced & traced the paterns of the metal arm then back to Y/N & plumping stomach.

“I'm good, he & Thor I think are due back tonight. Thanks for bringing the kids by the way,” Y/N spoke remembering something & hinting at him to wait heading to the kitchen as he sat Bjorn down to hurry after his sisters.

“Here, I had some energy today & made cookies,” Y/N spoke handing the soldier a large plastic container filled with chocolate, chocolate chip cookies.

“Thanks, but what are the others going to eat,” Bucky laughed at Y/N, the woman telling him to share or else as he finally left.

“Look at you little house kitten, making cookies,” came Loki’ voice from the kitchen as she stepped back towards the open area to realize he had made it back with Thor stealing everything on the counter before chasing after the kids his cape billowing behind him.

“You know what, bite me,” she scolded the god as she stalked towards him, “& by the way I thought that your brother was the god of fertility not you & you were supposed to carry the next one or should I say twins. Again!”

“Twins,” Loki paused, Y/N forgetting she had just found out about the twins, swearing if he smiled any bigger his face would crack, it worried them both about someone coming for them, but they would be ready.

“Yes Loki! Twins,” Y/N snapped stepping closer to realize his usual clean appearance was dusty & muddy &…

“Thor! Don’t you dare get this house dirty,” Loki yelled for her, engulfing himself in gold light to change to slacks & a button down as he grabbed one of the hot cookies & stuck it in his mouth.

“Stop eating my cookies,” Y/N scolded, the god quick to pull her close to hold tight as she laid her head on his chest.

“We found a new place on Vannaheim to rebuild. When you feel up to it I want to take you & the children to see it,” Loki began as the girls ran screaming out the back door, Y/N looking out the window that overlooked the yard to see Thor being tackled as the girls held him down declaring themselves the winner.

“That sounds nice, I'm not wearing dresses so put that out of your mind,” Y/N spoke into his chest before looking up into sparkling emerald orbs.

“No dresses & twins, boy & girl yes,” Loki began taking her off guard he guessed it.

“You dreamed it to didn’t you,” Y/N finally spoke, all sarcasm gone as he nodded in agreement to the statement.

“You do realize this means in a few more years they will be another set,” Loki spoke hinting to the dream.

“Yes, but thankfully it's a span of 5 years,” Y/N smiled as it appeared Thor had brought the war party in with him to raid the cookie sheets.

“You oaf stop, or they want eat dinner,” Loki cautioned his brother who handed all 4 kids a cookie who took off through the house.

“Well, good thing I'm staying to watch them while you two go get dinner in peace,” Thor smiled before hurrying after the four that where in someone’s room screeching at the top of their lungs once more.

“We better go before they come back,” Y/N smiled up at Loki who returned it with a dark smile.

“No, this,” she spoke, stepping back & pointing at her belly, “this was, oh love it's just you & I tonight lets have some fun,” Y/N continued glaring up at the god who persisted to smirk down at her hand falling to her belly, the twins not more than 2 months gestation but because of their heritage were active & kicking though all be it lightly as they tumbled. “We are going to go eat, I want Mexican, rice, fajitas & I want sweet tea, so you know where that means we go.”

“You are a needy little house kitten aren’t you,” Loki finally spoke leaning down the steal a kiss hands falling to plump hips to give them a squeeze.

“I'm not needy, I'm pregnant, there is a difference,” Y/N smirked hand going between the gods legs to make him jerk.

“And this is mine later tonight, so who’s transporting me or you,” Y/N smirked darkly, releasing him to step back using seidr to right messy hair, changing into leggings, boots & t-shirt.

“Not with the twins you're not, it will be me,” Loki began protectively stepping close to pull thick body flush before placing them in a deserted side ally of a Mexican restraint further south while changing his own clothes because all he need was to be recognized, putting Y/N & the babies in harm’s way.

“So, the names lover, what have you decided,” he began as they started around the brick wall & into the restaurant.

“You have thought about this already or you wouldn’t have brought it up,” Y/N smirked as they entered to be seated.

“Sigourney for a girl & Aubrey for the boy,” Loki began watching her expression close as she sat across from him.

“What are the meanings?”

“Well Sigourney means conqueror & Aubrey means king of the little people,” he spoke still observing her.

She couldn’t help but laugh, well she had named the other four & with a nod she agreed to it but held up a hand to stop his premature celebration of victory.

“I get the middle names & scoot over I'm sitting next to you,” Y/N admitted sliding out of the booth to scoot into his as he stood making sure she sat on the inside, the gods over protectiveness showing.

“Missed me love,” Loki breathed out, Y/N leaning heavily into his side, laying her head on his shoulder.

“As always, you miss us,” she sighed, reaching for the chips & salsa as he scooted it to her.

“You know I do,” he sighed out, laying his head on hers before the waiter came up to take their order, the gods hand laying heavy on Y/N’ thigh with a light squeeze as she wrapped her smaller one around it.    

The End

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Legend pt. 1

Author’s note: WELL, it’s been quite some time since I last wrote about Cobblebats (or a sane Bruce), but we’re finally back and I’m super excited to get started. Thank you so much for the support you gave me during Lotus; I really appreciate you guys staying around for all these stories, and I hope you’ll enjoy this one as much. Stay awesome.

From Oswald’s POV

21 YEARS AGO

COBBLEPOT PARK

The tall boy threw his fist across my face, landing a heavy blow on the bone as pain throbbed throughout my entire cheek. Regardless of how hard I tried to defend myself, or how hard I fought back, my opponent always seemed to be two steps ahead of me...and it was humiliating.

I instantly tumbled to the soaked ground due to the impact, causing the other kids around us to laugh as he taunted me with a sneer.

“What’s the matter, Cobblepot?” Joseph asked. “Can’t go crying to your mom now that she’s in Arkham? I’m not surprised, to be honest. Everyone knows your family’s full of fuckin’ lunatics,” he threw another punch at me, grinning deviously. “Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

I would’ve been lying if I said Joseph didn’t just strike a nerve, but I knew that was his intention. I knew that was what he wanted.

Joseph was always targeting me -- whether it was at school, at the park, or even on my own goddamned doorstep -- and he used me as a way to make himself feel better. It was straight up torture to put up with him.

But no matter what, I had to remember what Bruce told me. I couldn’t let it get to me. I couldn’t allow him to keep hurting me. I had to stand up to him.

Spitting blood onto the mud below, I slowly pushed myself up, my limbs quivering with strain as I tried to rise to my feet.

“Oh no, no...” Joseph said in a condescending manner. “I don’t think so.”

With a simple, strong kick, he aggressively jabbed the tip of his shoe into my stomach and sent me staggering into the dirt once again as I coughed heavily, struggling to catch my breath.

“Well, go on, then,” he teased as he watched me roll around. “Get up, Oz. If you’re so damn tough.”

Another kick. To ensure I’d stay down. I felt like I was going to be sick now. 

“Look at you!” The bully jeered obnoxiously. “You’re so weak it’s embarrassing. Nothing but a little bitch with a boozed-up dad. Isn’t that right, Oz?” 

He crouched down to my level and leaned in, smirking arrogantly as he gripped the back of my collar.

“You’re a bitch,” he growled. “You hear that? My bitch. And if you ever try to forget it, I’ll come back and remind you. Maybe I’ll bring some friends along, too. Depends on how you behave. So stay in your place, and be a good boy. All right?”

I glared at the bully, staring him straight in the eye with a glower as I wiped the blood from my mouth.

“...Fuck you, Joseph.”

He chuckled, clearly annoyed by my response. “Oh, yeah?”

Joseph flipped me over and took a handful of my shirt, pinning me down as he slammed his fist directly into my nose with a sickening crack.

I let out an agonized shout and fell limp on the ground, completely drained of all energy as hot blood streamed down my face.

“How’s that?” He goaded. “Teach you to be a smartass.”

Turning to his friends, Joseph gestured them to leave and began to saunter away from the scene, glancing back at me with a snicker.

“C’mon,” he beckoned. “Let’s get outta here. I think this shithead’s learned his lesson for now. But we’ll be back.”

Leaving me alone in the ruffled, flattened grass, Joseph casually strolled off as if nothing happened while I clutched my wounded nose, writhing in the mud out of discomfort.

Why was it always me? I thought to myself. Why couldn’t I just be left alone?

My entire family was falling apart as if we had suddenly been forgotten, and these days, the name “Cobblepot” was nothing but a joke in Gotham. No one took our family as seriously as they used to, and even less wanted to be associated with us. Instead, everyone in my school just acted like my we didn’t even exist anymore. 

Everyone...except for Bruce. He was the only one I could count on.

Bruce would protect me from Joseph and any other bullies, keep me company when my parents were absent, and stay in touch even though the rest of the school ridiculed me. He didn’t care what other people thought about our friendship, or about the rumors circling around. 

We had a close bond between us, and that was all that mattered to him. Bruce refused to let my dad’s reputation alone destroy everything we had.

...And that was why I loved him.

Maybe not in the same way most people used that word, but there was definitely a deeper connection holding us together than just a mere “friendship.”

We were family. And I hoped we would stay that way forever.

Interrupting my thoughts, a boy suddenly called out to me from a distance -- as if on queue -- and made me forget all my troubles for a moment as I turned to see who it was.

“...Oz?” He asked. “Is that you?”

Not too far away from my location, I saw none other than Bruce himself entering the park as he greeted me from the other side of the gate, softly tapping his umbrella on the metal to get my attention.

“Bruce!” I exclaimed out of relief, my voice slightly trembling. “There you are. I...I’m glad you’re here.”

My friend took a closer look at me, clearly shocked by the fresh wounds on my face.

“Jesus -- what on Earth happened to you, Oz?” He leaned in, taking on a more serious tone. “...Did Joseph come after you again?”

I nodded silently, trying to pretend as if it didn’t bother me that much.

Bruce let out a sympathetic sigh, lightly gripping onto one of the gate’s bars.

“I’m sorry, Oz. I wish I could’ve gotten here sooner. You don’t deserve to be treated this way, and I don’t know what else I can do to help. There’s only so much that’ll keep Joseph away.”

“It’s all right...” I reassured quietly, “the fact that you’re here is enough. And besides, this is my fight to finish. Not yours. I swear, Bruce, I’m gonna smash Joseph’s damn face in someday. And then he’ll regret everything he’s done to me.”

Bruce seemed slightly alarmed by that. 

“The worst thing you can do is become him, Oz,” he reminded. “Joseph goes around and preys on anyone who’s smaller than him. He drags them down to his level. You’re better than that. Never forget it...okay?” 

“...Okay, okay.” I reluctantly agreed, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re right.”

“’Course I am,” Bruce joked, changing the subject. “Anyway, you need to get up now.”

I quirked a brow. “What d’you mean?”

He tapped his umbrella on the gate again.

“You need to get up.” He said a second time, without explanation.

BLACKGATE PRISON

MODERN DAY, NIGHTTIME

“...Get up, Cobblepot!”

A loud, metallic cling echoed throughout the cell, causing me to jolt awake. I lay still for a moment, confused at what was going on.

“C’mon, prisoner!” The guard repeated, his voice growing increasingly agitated as he banged his baton against the bars. “I won’t say it again.”

I sluggishly rose from the bed and stretched my arms, rubbing my eyes as a fatigued yawn escaped me. 

I glared at the guard with a squinted gaze, blinded by their flashlight. 

“Fuck’s sake...” I mumbled out, “...what is it? The sun ain’t even up yet. ...Or were you just gettin’ lonely?”

The guard scoffed at that and roughly slid the door open, beckoning me. 

“And the other guards said you were charming.”

Tearing myself away from the comfort of the bed, I sauntered over to him with a loose posture as I gave him a lazy frown.

“I’m much more of a gentleman when it’s not four in the morning. What's goin’ on?”

Shoving me forward, the guard began to explain things along the way as other prisoners eyeballed us from their own cells, curious about what we were doing. Despite it being the middle of the night, not many of the inmates actually appeared to be asleep.

“You’ve got a visitor.” He said plainly.

“A visitor?” I questioned, surprised by the answer. “At this time? What do they want?”

The guard pushed me around a corner.

“You can ask them yourself when we get there. Now be quiet.”

“All right, all right...” I chuckled. “I’m just curious, is all. Not really many folks in Gotham who’d like to pay me a visit.”

The guard’s brow furrowed. “I’m starting to see why.”

“Cranky, aren’t we?” I remarked. “You sure another guard didn’t lose their baton up your arse?”

“I mean it, prisoner,” he warned. “Be quiet.”

I sighed out of annoyance. “Fine...have it your way. Just tryin’ to make conversation.”

The guard led me down a spiral staircase, taking me to the first floor as we headed for the visiting room.

“Oh, trust me,” he replied, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

VISITING ROOM

Wandering into the empty space, the guard stayed behind as I approached my guest who was sitting alone at one of the tables with nothing but a pair of files in front of them. They looked like a relatively young man -- probably around the same age as me -- and wore a neat suit along with a device in their ear. 

I didn’t recognize his face, and I certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone, but clearly, this man wasn’t just some random nobody. The prison guards would’ve never let him in during this hour, otherwise. So who was he?

As curious as I was to see what this stranger wanted however, the secrecy of this arrangement also had me on high-alert. I had to be careful.

“Erm...” I cleared my throat, “...hello?”

The man turned to look at me. “Ah, there you are,” he casually gestured at the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat. There’s much we need to discuss.”

Despite my hesitance, I complied nonetheless and decided to play along with the man for now, admittedly hooked with interest.

“Mind tellin’ me your name, first?” I asked. 

The man refused. 

“Who I am is of no importance. All you need to know...is who I represent.”

“And that would be...?”

He rested his elbows on the table, looking me straight in the eye. “The Agency. Or, more specifically, the director of the Agency. Amanda Waller.”

I furrowed my brows. “The Agency? What do they want with me?”

The man slid one of the files in my direction, urging me to open it.

“A profile of Bruce Wayne,” he explained as I flipped through it. “I understand you know him well.”

“...Yeah,” I confirmed in a somewhat regretful tone. “We was close as kids. Inseparable. Thought we’d stay that way, too.”

“And now?”

I shut the file closed, not wanting to look at Bruce anymore. He and I already had enough bad memories together. I didn’t need to think about them any further.

“Now...” I continued, “we’re like strangers. Everything I thought I knew about Wayne turned out to be a lie. In the end, he was just as bad as his father.”

The man seemed unconvinced. “Oh, I’m sure you know him better than you think.”

Switching out the files, he gestured for me to read through the second one as  he observed my every move, obviously scheming something that he had yet to expose.

“It’s Batman.” I said, scanning over the first page.

“You’re familiar with him, too, aren’t you?”

I laughed at the understatement. “Familiar? I almost killed the bastard. Almost. Other than that, there ain’t much to say about the vigilante. He’s not exactly an open book. ...Why? What does Waller want with these people?”

Retrieving the file, the agent stacked them together in a neat pile and put them aside for the moment, getting right to the point. There was a certain look in his eyes that unsettled me. A look that said he knew something I didn’t. Half of me wanted to hear what it was, but the other half dreaded the forbidden information. After all, there was a reason people had secrets.

“Tonight,” he began, “I’ve presented you with the profiles of two very prominent citizens in Gotham. However...we have only discussed one person.”

I sat there in silence, trying to process what the agent just told me. 

“...Wait, what are you...” 

He appeared amused by my shock. 

“I understand it’s hard to comprehend. It wasn’t too long ago that I was in the same position as you.”

I combed a hand through my hair and shook my head, still in disbelief.

“No, no, no. That can’t be right. They’re nothing alike! Bruce Wayne is just some playboy billionaire who got rich off his father’s crimes, and Batman is...well, Batman. He fights criminals, fights for ‘justice.’ Something Wayne knows nothing about. And you’re tellin’ me...they’re the same person?”

He nodded firmly. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

I let out an overwhelmed sigh, suddenly feeling the need to go back to sleep.

“...And why tell me all this? Why give me this kind of info? This isn’t something you’d just reveal to anyone -- if what you’re sayin’ is true.”

The agent pushed the files towards me. “Because Director Waller has a job for you. See, the Agency has been watching your moves for quite some time now, Oswald. We know about everything you’ve done -- from your blackmailing Hamilton Hill...to the disfiguring of Harvey Dent. There’s not a thing on your record we aren’t aware of. Though, Waller believes we can add to that list.”

I decided to hear him out. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of John Doe by now. Or ‘the Joker,’ if you prefer. He’s proven to be a menace these past few weeks, and the Agency is doing everything they can to detain him. Unfortunately, there’s just one problem.”

“Let me guess,” I said sarcastically, “it's Wayne?”

“Yes,” the agent replied, “but not in the way you’re thinking. Wayne is protecting John Doe. Hiding him. For whatever reason, he absolutely refuses to hand the man over to us...and you know how hard Batman fights. He’s caused more than a handful of troubles for Waller. Not to mention Gotham.”

“And how do I fit in all this?”

The man lowered his voice slightly, giving me an emotionless expression.

“You...are going to kill Bruce Wayne.”

I blinked a few times, bewildered by the response.

“...I’m sorry, you want me to assassinate Batman?”

The agent chuckled. “Don’t sound so modest. Waller thinks you’re capable, and she’s not easily impressed. Besides, you said it yourself. You almost killed him once before. Our organization sees you as our last chance of getting Batman out of the way, and locking John Doe up for good. We need your help.”

I rubbed my chin out of thought. “I see. And what if I say no?”

He persisted. “You don’t have a choice.”

I shrugged. “Pfft, guess I should’ve seen that coming. ...All right. I’ll do it. Ain’t like I’ve got other things to fill up my schedule. Very well. Where d’you want me to start?”

“Try distracting Batman,” he recommended. “If you can get his attention away from Doe for long enough, it’ll give us a window to act. But you have to be discreet. Understand? We don’t want Batman to know we’ve sent an assassin after him just yet.”

I nodded. “Leave it to me.”

The agent rose from his chair and straightened his suit, preparing to leave as dawn crept over the horizon.

“Very good,” he said, sounding pleased for the first time. “The Agency looks forward to working with you, Oswald. Don’t disappoint us...but I’m sure a man of your talents doesn’t need to worry about that. I’ll see you again soon.”

Just before he left, the agent looked back at me to say one last thing.

“Oh, and I’d pack your things if I were you. This is the final night you’ll be spending in Blackgate, after all. So, savor the moment. While you still can.”

I laughed. “On the contrary, I’ve been wanting to leave ever since the day I arrived. The Agency can’t get me out of here fast enough.”

The man smiled subtly, disappearing into the night’s darkness as he waved a short goodbye.

“We already have.”

[ellana-ravenwood]

Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine, and since I never received any other requests about head canons...I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part...I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it : 

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How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”...

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her...And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because...Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc...A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it...and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first...Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

Actual Relationship headcanons : 

✶ Probably the best girlfriend you can have to be honest. 

✶ She initiates the cuddles first. She just loves to snuggle with you. If you’re smaller than her, it’s even better, because she can just wrap herself around you...when she does, you better have went to the bathroom first, because she won’t let you go for hours on end. 

✶ Loves when you play with her hair, and vice versa.

✶ You helping her adapt to our modern society and “weird ways”. 

✶ Always being worried for each others when you’re each on missions. 

✶ Hickeys. Hickeys everywhere. 

✶ You being jealous because she’s just the most wonderful/beautiful etc etc woman ever, and so many men and women would love to take her away from you...You feel insecure because you think she’s out of your league. 

✶ Her being jealous because you’re the famous (Y/N) Wayne, and everyone wants to be seen with you, be around you, touch you...everyone wants you. 

✶ You two being insecure little balls because of all of that, but forgetting everything as soon as you’re in each others’ arms. It was so silly to be jealous, you’re made for each others, no one could take you away from each others. 

✶ The biggest arguments you two have is about food and what to watch next on Netflix. But mostly food. Because it’s important, you know.

✶ Always falling asleep touching in some way, even if it’s just the tip of a finger on an arm, or one feet touching a calf...just touching, or you can’t sleep. 

✶ Diana panicking because you’re a mortal, and she’s afraid to loose you one day. The first time you almost die when you’re together, she babies you for month. 

✶ You let her, because...You love her. Only her could do it (and sometimes Bruce, because he was your beloved Big brother). 

✶Small PDA. Holding hands in public, little kisses on your cheek or forehead, at most pecks on your lips. Just enough for everyone to know your hers, but not enough to make everyone around feel awkward and stuffs. 

✶ Lazy Sundays = best Sundays. When your brother tells you everything is alright at Wayne Inc, and you can just spent the day with the love of your life. 

✶ She loves nose nuzzles. She just lives for it. 

✶ Her always talking about her home island, and promising to take you there one day. 

✶ Finally doing so, and the first trip to Themiscyra being super awkward.

✶ Like, everyone there staring at you suspiciously. For hours. 

✶ But eventually loving you because you’re just that kind of person. 

✶ None of them believing you’re the Batman’s sibling. Like it’s impossible such a lovely and bright person like you to be from the same family than him...You telling them off, and glaring at them, suddenly so intimidating that...Yeah, ok, you’re definitely his sibling alright. 

✶ Diana thinking it’s the most hilarious thing ever that you were able to scare off an entire tribe of supposedly fearless Amazons. 

✶ Her loving you even more because of that. 

✶ Date nights consisting of wine and binge watching something. You’re often tired of being a huge public figure and like to just stay in, AWAY from the paparazzis and all...Intimate dates are the best. Her being super glad you decided not to follow your brother’s lead with the all “attending every gala and charity ever”. 

✶ When you do attend such events however, everyone have their eyes on you two, because you’re the couple everyone wished they could be. Lots of envious people, that you both put back in their places with wits and sarcasms.  ✶Finally, after some years together, your brother giving you your mother’s ring and saying : “I’m pretty sure you need it more than me...”

✶Planning to propose to her in a romantic way, but your plans being ruined by some villains, and ending up proposing to her in the middle of the battlefield. 

✶ Her saying yes and kissing you while everything explode around you. 

Wedding :

✶ Your brother organizing your wedding some time later. Intimate, with all your friends, your favorite cake as the wedding cake, yours and Diana’s favorite flowers etc etc...he knows you two so well, his precious sibling and his best friend, so of course he organize a wedding perfect for the two of you. 

✶ The Honeymoon being the best ever, even though it’s ruined before the end because of a World threatening danger...

✶ Your friends at the League trying to hide said threat from you two, so you can enjoy your honeymoon. 

✶ You two ending up hearing about it anyway, and kicking even more ass than usual because you’re pissed something interrupted such perfect vacation. 

✶ World threats miraculously not happening during the rest of your Honeymoon...as if villains in the universe were suddenly scared of the most famous power couple in the galaxy. 

Children : 

✶ You wanting kids ever since your brother adopted Dick. But afraid to talk about it with Diana. 

✶ Her bringing up the subject. She definitely wants a big family too. 

✶ Diana being the relax parent, and you the overprotective one. To the point she has to have a talk with you about letting your kids go a little bit. 

✶ You not caring and never stopping to call them your “babies”, always keeping an eye on them (and it’s worst when they start dating and such). 

✶ Attending every single school play, sport events and all of that. You didn’t have the luck to grow up with your parents, Hell, you were too young to even remember them, taking your Brother’s word for ultimate Truth...But you had Alfred’s great example, and you followed it the best you could.  

✶ Diana never pressuring the kids to do anything because she knows how it feels to not have total control over your own life...Sometimes going to the extent to encourage them to challenge her on some things, just to be sure she’s not forcing them to do anything they don’t want to (doesn’t include things like “brushing your teeth”, “going to bed” and other parenting things though, she’s not THAT cool of a parent and hey go brush your teeth it’s 9pm already you should be in bed !). 

✶ Your children becoming some of the most respected and admired superheroes of their times, and teaming up with your brother’s kid (especially Damian), and Superman’s. New Trinity yo.  

[sudsybear]

Break

Taped to my Dorm Room door, the night before I left for home:

 Susan,

 Good Morning!

 And see ya! I hope home for the holidays will be happy for you. Again remember, no matter what, “you gotta like it. You may not want to, but you got to!”

 I’ll be thinkin’ about you.

 Stephen Paul

  And from Jim:

   Susan – Thanks for everything! It’s been an incredible semester. You’ve really been the difference in my life. Have a good break and I’ll see you on the slopes!

           Have a very merry Christmas and say hello to Cincinatti (sp?) for me. God Bless you!

Love,

 Jimmy

 I got another ride home with Andy – no girlfriend this trip. The semester ended badly – it’s not like I expected any stellar comeback in the last three weeks of classes. I was distracted even more by the decision I made, and Ross’ continuing refusal to speak with me. Having dropped the art course, I earned two D’s and a C. Not the most stellar of grade reports.

 Once home, I caught up with my girlfriends – shopped with Julie, Valli and Erin and spent a quiet Christmas with my parents. Just like Thanksgiving, my brothers weren’t around. I went to Moreno’s for New Year’s – another party in their basement while their folks had fun upstairs. While we weren’t all legal yet, the alcohol wasn’t nearly so clandestine as it had been in previous years. I hoped to see Ross there, and if he wasn’t I’d at least have fun with other friends. But Ross wasn’t there, he had made other plans. So I sat by myself and watched all the people I’d grown up with. David was with Ross’ ex-girlfriend Sarah, Victor and Erin were together, Beth and Boyd were on again. Everyone in the room had been intimate with everyone else in the room. I could have run the factorial (There’s that 10! that we learned in GRAPES class!) to figure out just exactly how many pairings occurred amongst each other over the years. I felt sick to my stomach from the incestuousness of it all. I wished everyone a Happy New Year, and left to sleep in my own bed in my parent’s house - alone.

 Jim sent me a letter in which he related his family’s Christmas adventures. Who got what, and how many Bruce Springsteen albums had been swapped. He was looking forward to seeing me again in Rochester.

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 The first week of January of 1986 my parents and I packed up the car and drove across the Pennsylvania Turnpike to Allentown, PA. We delivered some furniture and other items from my grandmother’s apartment. Jack worked for the regional theater company. He and his girlfriend rented a house in the downtown area near the theater. I spent the remaining weeks of my month-long winter break away from all things no longer familiar.

 Just as in London and Paris some four years previous, Jack was assigned my tour guide. On our parent’s suggestion, he took me into Manhattan for an afternoon. We arrived in Grand Central Station, rode the subways, visited the Empire State Building, and walked around sundry tourist sites. I got enough flavor of the place to understand my classmates at the UofR. It wasn’t my hometown, but now when my friends talked about the Guggenheim, I had some inkling of what they were referring to.

 Mom and Dad left and drove the Pennsylvania Turnpike back to Cincinnati, and I spent a few days just hanging out in Allentown. I lost myself in novels. How delightful it was to read again only for pleasure. Uninterrupted, I escaped for a few hours. What did I read? Maya Angelou’s I know why the caged bird sings – another uplifting story of survival. I lay on Jack’s/grandmother’s couch and read for an entire afternoon - the phone didn’t ring, the dog was companionable. It was a delightful respite – little did I know the prophetic nature of my chosen novel.

 I called Bart from Cincinnati, tracking down his phone number through friends. He’d had his wisdom teeth removed, and my call rang just as he arrived home from the hospital. His little sister’s voice told me, “Yes, he’s here, but he can’t talk.” I asked to speak to her mother, and got the full story, leaving my name and phone number and asking a time that I could call back.

 His family lived in Bucks County, PA between Philadelphia and Allentown. After I begged, he agreed to pick me up in Allentown with the understanding that we would stop to drop his sister off at Syracuse University. I agreed, and he drove all of us back to school – Bart, his rabbit, his sister, my Lesters and me.

 So I managed a ride back to campus. Three of us and all our stuff crammed in his mom’s two-door ’78 Monte Carlo. Bart’s sister sat in the back seat, with about twelve inches of space to sit in…but was so hungover and tired I don’t think she noticed. She slept most of the way to Syracuse. I sat in the suicide seat, my feet along side the rabbit cage – the lizards were in the back with Bart’s sister. It was cramped, but I was grateful for the ride. As agreed, we stopped at Syracuse University to drop his sister off. Unbeknownst to her, her dorm wasn’t open yet. We spent an hour or so finding a friend’s house for her to camp out for a couple of days until the dorms did open. We finally got her settled, and then drove the last hour and a half back to UofR.

 Bart parked and we unloaded the car. I thanked him for the ride and we shared an elevator up to the sixth floor, I got off, and he stayed to ride up one more floor to his own room. This was now my semi-permanent home away from what-used-to-be home. More home to me now than home would ever be again. The Lesters were installed, my bags unpacked, I made up my bed and fell asleep.

 After breakfast (lunch?) the next day, I wandered over to 6124’s to exchange stories about our breaks. The suite was empty – not everyone was back. But down the hall, I heard a group conversation in Ken and Tony’s room. Mike had the stereo going in the room next door.

 We chatted about our time at home. Swapped lies about how much fun we had – seeing childhood friends and re-living the glory days of high school. We all knew that somehow, in the previous five months of our first semester away from home, we indeed had grown up. Grown away from family, established our own identity. Solved problems in our own way, asserted our independence. We may not have said it in so many words, but we all knew the awkwardness we felt with our families, the struggle with old rules and new behaviors.

 With false bravado we reported that our high-school true love relationships fizzled and were no more. We laughed about it, each privately grieving the passing of our innocence and naiveté. Publicly, we decided it was something to be celebrated - a rite of passage we had completed. Just like earning your driver’s license, participating in high-school graduation, and recovering from your first drunkenness, breaking up with your high school sweetheart is something that has to happen. Weddings, births, and funerals are the rites of our lives. For so many of us, the list includes relinquishing your first love.

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 I never saw Ross again. In May of 1986 I boxed up his letters and my emotions and stored them away. Ross finished his associate’s degree at CTC (Now Cincinnati State) and then attended Antioch with his new best buddy Moj and old pal Scott. A few co-ops later, he finished his Bachelor’s degree. In the years that followed I heard about Ross, never from him, just about him. “Ross graduated from Antioch.” “Ross is doing another co-op.” “Ross is in DC.” “Ross went out to California, he’s in San Jose.” I thought that would be a good match for him, San Jose, the Bay Area. There were other antics – he fell in love with motorcycles, enjoyed crazy camping trips, hosted wild parties, joined another garage band, suffered a car wreck from driving too fast.

 Every once in a while, I dreamt about Ross. I wondered what he was up to. In 1990, I sent him a wedding invitation. Rather, I mailed an invitation to his parents’ home. I don’t know if he ever received it. At the time, I suffered the wild romantic fantasy that Ross would protest the wedding and we might live happily ever after. It didn’t happen.

[ellana-ravenwood]

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And here some more Bruce Wayne ;) : 

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Beach Bod’  - Bruce Wayne x Reader

You hated sand. You just couldn’t stand it. It got everywhere, it iritated your skin…it was just awful. So, obviously, when your family FINALLY could get all together, you decided a day at the beach was a good idea. Alfred made a nice pic-nic, and you all left for a secret spot you knew, where, even though it was a wonderful summer day, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone. You had a nice family lunch made of Al’s great sandwiches and salads. You bitched about sand getting in your food, and your sons and husband just kept mocking you for your grumpiness. You were the one who always smiled usually, and also, you suggested you should go to the beach so…But still, fuck sand.

At the present moment, your boys, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, were trying to drown their father. How cute. Of course, they were not really trying to drown him, they were just having fun…you hoped. You had to give Bruce credits though, he was alone againts four teenage boys very much in shape, and still managed to keep his head out of the water. It was nice to see all of them relaxed, laughing, splashing each others and not actually trying to kill each other or brooding.

The boys finally came up with a strategy the four of them together to be able to duck their father’s head in the water. Dick held onto one of Bruce’s leg, while Jason was holding the other. Tim used Damian as a battering ram, and threw him as hard as he could in his father’s chest.

You winced a bit, not liking when they played too rough. Bruce gasped, the air knocked out of his lungs, and fell backward into the water. Tim held Damian above his head like a trophy, and your youngest boy exploded in laughter, which rarely happened. You wished it happened because of something else though, you couldn’t help but think he was laughing because he thought hitting his father in the guts was extremely funny…

Bruce surfaced, half laughing half in pain.

-I think I’m done for now boys…

They whined, wanting their dad to stay and play, but he was adamant on the fact he needed some rest. They got over it quickly, as Tim climbed on Jason’s shoulders, and Damian on Dick’s, preparing for a fierce battle.

Bruce walked towards you, and you couldn’t stop from staring at him. You had been together for years, but man his body was ridiculous. The all six packs thing, broad chiseled chest, sexy back muscle rolling as he was stretching, muscled thighs…Perfect beach body. The man was working out. A lot. You loved to sit on his back and read while he was doing push ups.

He laid on the towel besides you his arms coming to his face to shield his eyes from the sun.

You placed a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing it as if to soothe the hit he took moments ago.

The corner of his mouth went up in a smile, but he didn’t move, breathing softly. You almost thought he had fallen asleep, even with the rauckus your children were making a few feet away, but when you took your hand off of his belly, he caught it and dragged you down to him.

Sand flew everywhere, and even with the lips of your husband on yours, tongue trying to slip in, you were not happy. He noticed, and pulled away, raising himself on his elbows.

-Sand ?

-Yes, sand. Fucking sand.

He laughed.

-I think I’ve never met someone hating sand as much as you…

-Anakin Skywalker is agreeing with me.

-What ?

-In Star Wars episode two, he…

-I’m sorry I don’t speak to people who acknowledge the existence of modern Star Wars films.

He said as he laid back down, your hand in his. You couldn’t stop the smile creeping on your face. You both hated episode 1 to 3, and it was a running joke between the two of you that those films didn’t even exist. Ignoring as best as you could the sand sticking to your legs, you rested your head on his chest, drawing abstract patterns on it with light fingers.

-Episode seven isn’t that bad.

-They killed…

-Yeah yeah I know who they killed, don’t open the wound back baby.

He chuckled, and tangle one hand in your hair. The water was already drying from his body, and you mourned the lost of the freshness of it. He noticed your small sigh, and, putting his free arm under his head, raised his head to look at you.

-What is it darling ?

-I’m a bit too hot.

-You’re very hot.

He winked at you, and pinched your ass, and you hit him weakly on the chest.

-Seriously though, if you’re too hot, just get in the water. It’s nice and fresh.

-No, because then…

-…The sand is going to stick to me and I hate sand, which is why I suggested coming to the beach with my love and my kids and…

-I don’t sound like that mister Wayne !

You exclaimed as you sat up, even if you had to admit though, you kinda sounded like that.  

He raised on his elbow once again and gave you his signature smug look.

-I’m going to kick you in the face Wayne.

-You wouldn’t reach it.

-You’re lying down.

-You’re really short.

This time, you punched him a bit harder in the chest, and though it didn’t hurt him, he acted like it did just to please you. You instantly felt guilty though, and after making sure you didn’t hit any of the bruises he got during his latest night patrol, you reached to stroke his cheek and mouthed the word : « sorry ». He gave you another smug look, and you knew that even if you’d hit him full force, he wouldn’t feel a thing. The man was a brick wall compared to you. And oh my God his smug face annoyed you everytime. You were about to smack him lightly when he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him once again, so fast that you fell over him and « accidentally » straddled him. You smile in the kiss as you felt his hand slowly roaming down your body.

-OH NO EW THAT’S SO GROSS GET A DAMN ROOM !!

Damian was just looking for a tuna sandwiche when he witnessed his parents starting to eat each other’s face…Or just, French kissing passionately, same thing for him really…His sandwiche dangling from his mouth, he made gagging sound as the two of you laughed lightly. But being the over-dramatic child he was, he went too far, and in a theatrical gesture, he threw just the tiniest amount of sand towards you, which landed in your hair.

Everyne froze. Dick, Jason and Tim half out of the water slowly went back in it, as if trying to get away from a wild animal.

Damian just stood there, sandwiche in mouth, slowly realizing what he had done.

And Bruce was ready to catch you and stop you from murdering your youngest son. You really REALLY hated sand. But against all expectations, you started to laugh loudly, of this cute laugh your husband loved so much, and that was too rare for his liking. Soon, laughter took over all of you, and you stood to try and get rid of the sand on you.

Bruce sat up and tried his best to stop the fit of laughter that took over him. He swore that no one but you was able to make him laugh like that, your laugh being so communicative. You gestured for him to get up, and soon his tall and large frame was towering over you, eyeing you with curiosity.

-Come in the water with me ? And help me take my revenge on Damian…

The boy heard you, and quickly abandoned his sandwiche, running back to his laughing brothers, hiding behind Dick and Jason. But it was no use, Bruce got rid of both the teenagers in a swipe of his arms, and you got a hold of your youngest, with the help of Tim, you dragged him under the water in another fit of laughter.

-Traitor !

Damian yelled at Tim, but he couldn’t quite act as mad as he wanted, because as much as he liked to deny it, moments like this, with all of you, were his favorites.

You gathered him up in your arms and squeezed him tenderly as he tried to wriggle out of your embrace. You gestured to the other boys for a group hug, and soon, Damian was screaming bloody murder as you all squeezed him in the middle of you.

With a gentle smile full of love, you let go of them, and went back to your husband who was a bit away, letting you and your sons having your moment. Bruce opened his arms for his own hug, and you gladly accepted. You didn’t had a lot of times like this, just with them, enjoying them without thinking about anything but each other’s company. You kissed Bruce’s chest, and he tangled once again a hand in your hair, as the other gently went down on the small of your back.

The boys were too busy fighting to comment your sapiness, and you just looked at them lovingly as you enjoyed Bruce’s embrace…until you felt his hand slid slowly in your panty. You eyed your sons quickly, they weren’t looking at you, and anyway, you were deep in the water enough for them not to even see anything.

-What are you doing Bruce ?

-Getting rid of the sand that got everywhere ?

You smiled mischievously, and shook your head, repressing a moan as he touched a particularly sensitive part. You took his hand out of your swimming suit.

-I’ll let you do that when it’s just the two of us honey. Now, carry me back on the grass, I really fucking hate sand, there’s no way I’m walking in it wet. It’ll stick…

Bruce smiled, and you climbed on his back. As you reached the grass, your head resting on his scarred shoulder, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating fast with happiness, and you already dreaded the end of the day, when you’ll have to get home and your boys will go back to their dark world. You suddenly remembered why you suggested the beach even though you hated sand…it was exactly for that, because it was sunny and bright at the beach, a nice change of pace…

You kissed Bruce’s shoulder, and you could see his broad smile from the corner of your mouth, forgetting about your somber thought. For the moment, you were just going to enjoy your boys, and hope to have thousands of other days like this one.