#bruce: *walks in* *sees Dick and Talia in the same room* *walks out*

[batcavescolony]

*Talia visiting Damian*

Talia: Damian, how are you? *glares at Dick*

Damian: I am doing well mother

Dick: *from behind him* *mouthing: why the fuck are you here?*

Talia: oh that's great! I see you have a new pet? *Mouthing back: to see MY son*

Damian: this is Haley, Grayson's dog, she's staying with me while he goes on a mission.

Dick: *flipping Talia off where Damian can't see* yep, he's so good with animals

Talia: I'm aware *throws a knife at him*

Dick: *throws it back*

[e-nonsense]

GHOST OR BAT?

pairing. batfam + ghostmaker x ghostbat!reader

summary. reader is a dna mix of ghostmaker and batman.

warnings. ghostbat drama, Minhkhoa Khan, I’m confused, cursing, canon typical violence.

a/n. I am bored out of my mind, might become a mini series. That I just randomly add stuff to. The mask referred to is kinda like Jason’s from red hood and the outlaw just minus the eye cover.

wc. 0.8k (not proofread)

You kept to your spot beside Talia, staying alert to the people in front of you. Batman and his children, plus Ghostmaker. You remembered reading up on each of them, studying all of them.

You eyes were focused on the oldest of the Batkids, Dick Grayson. He’d be your biggest problem, the man was severely underestimated but in Talia’s eyes he’d be the most capable assassin if he wanted to.

Cassandra Cain, you knew her. You fought her, you looked different then though, and by her stance you assumed she hadn’t connected the dots but she remained watching you.

Jason Todd, you helped train him. Never with your mask off, and you never spoke. Only ever instructed to fight him till he learnt.

Tim Drake. Held in high regard among the league, with smarts to match that of Batman’s. But not much of a problem, you’d have no problem with him.

Your eyes glided over to the youngest of the bunch, Damian. You’d die before letting your blade touch him, and he’d hesitate before raising his against you. He didn’t know you truely, you didn’t even know yourself truely. But he knew you’ve protected him.

Behind your mask you glared at the tallest two in the room. But your hands kept the same elegant hold on your swords, like Talia taught you.

Batman, Bruce Wayne. The world’s greatest detective. Truthfully you’ve always wanted to fight him, see how long you’d last, see if you could take him down. But that wasn’t going to happen unless he attacked, and he wouldn’t. He was smarter than that.

You glanced at the man in white, face masked so his expression remained covered. Minhkhoa Khan, the Ghostmaker. Not much was known about him, but the League of Assassins or anyone for that matter. He’d be the most unpredictable, you think.

“Mother,” Damian addressed the woman beside you. You remained stationary as she walked towards her son, brow raised in slight alarm as you stepped closer hesitantly, watching the others.

Damian moved through the crowd of his siblings to step before his mother, they greeted before he nodded to you, acknowledging your presence.

“Dear,” Talia called to you, she’d never used your name, saying that it was your secret to reveal so she only ever called you ‘dear’.

“You may speak,” she sighed softly, a strange softness in her voice. But you ignored it and nodded in response, she turned to the crowd of vigilantes.

“I suggest your other children leave,” Talia says. “The matter I’ve come to discuss is… personal. In a sense.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at the assassin woman before nodding, earning a groan from each of his children, who begrudgingly walked away towards the stairs that lead back to the manor.

“Damian stay,” Talia ordered, the boy halted his movements and stepped to his father’s side.

Now the room remained with five people in it. Ghostmaker, Batman, Damian, Talia and you.

“I have some rather—“

“Disturbing,” you offered, voice distorted due to your mask. Khoa raised a brow at the robotic voice, good way to keep yourself hidden.

“Yes,” she nodded. “This child,” she motioned to you. “Happens to be a mix of the two of you.” She then motioned to Bruce and Khoa. Both of whom stared at you in response.

“Disturbing, all right.” Khoa murmured to himself, watching you, analysing you. Though he couldn’t be too surprised, considering Damian Wayne.

Bruce glared at you, “you’re lying.”

“I wish,” you scoffed, glaring back at him. Your eyes shadowed by your hood, and voice distorted by the mask that only covered the lower half of your face.

—

The three of you stood in silence after Damian and Talia left the room, neither of you looking at each other.

“You’re sick,” Bruce mutters, glaring at Talia before pointing at you.

“The child is a wonder of science, if anything i did you both a favour.” Talia shrugs, Bruce raising a brow in response.

“Enlighten me.”

“Think, a child with both your skills. The perfect weapon,” Talia replies. Khoa nods slightly, thinking it through, the perfect weapon.

“So, how many kills, kid?” Khoa speaks up, causing you to shift your gaze to Talia who nods.

“I don’t count them, they’re insignificant to me.” You mutter, detached, Bruce thinks, just like Khoa.

The Ghostmaker nods in understanding, as if he were impressed with the answer. “Smart girl.”

“Why did you come here? I doubt you were doing anyone a favour by exposing your secret.” Bruce asks Talia.

“I need you to look after her, i will be gone for a while. And i don’t trust my father with her, and i don’t trust her not to try and kill him again. She’ll be here also to watch over Damian.”

“Why?” Bruce presses, and Talia doesn’t bother answering as she’s already gone

All eyes turn to you, watching you as intently as you watched each of them. Now what?

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[slytherin-ghost]

Could you write batfam x male reader who is talia and Bruce’s child but grew up with the league and are dating Connor but just like they are drawn dark stuff (knife, sword,daggers, collection) but also just is like a magpie and will just collect shiny things and they met Connor by walking around with kryptonaite they stole from bat cave and they just cause chaos like saying a really dark fact then hand you a random rock or button

Hi! I didn't know if you meant Justice league or League of Assassins so I did Justice league.

Warnings: Daggers, swords, kryptonite(?), fluff, pinning, cuddling, mentions of revival, mentions of death and murder

Main Ship: Connor Kent x Male!reader

No YN used in this fic

THEN

You walked around with a small piece of kryptonite that you stole from your dad's stash he kept in the Batcave. Why did you take it? Because it was shiny. You were looking for any of your brothers, who was willing to help You cause chaos.

Along your little walk you saw Connor walking the same direction as you. You smirked and hid the piece of kryptonite behind your back. "Hey Connor. Where you heading to?" You 'innocently' asked "Training." He mummers, quickly grabbing your hand as you tried to slip the kryptonite in his pocket. "Stop." He said walking away. For the rest of the walk you followed him and kept doing the same thing until Bruce, or Batman stopped you.

"I told you to stop taking these." He said taking the shiny item away from you, slipping it in his own pocket as Clark gave him a wary look. "Your lucky I let you and Damian have swords or daggers". You fake pouted before walking away to find your younger brother.

"Their going to kill each other one day." Bruce sighed "You let them have daggers?" Clark asked "Damian has swords. He has daggers. I makes him feel safe." Bruce explained "Well now I don't feel safe." Clark said "I'm not giving you a dagger." Bruce said.

FEW WEEKS LATER....

Again, you were trying to get on Connors nerves.

You guys were in the hallway alone. "Connor! I'm bored!" You whined. "Not my problem." He said pushing you away. "Well, if you don't want me to get kryptonite and bother you...." You started. Before you knew it, Connor had pinned against the wall. You smirked and gave him a kiss. He blushed for a minute before kissing you back.

"Brat." He said "Love you too!" You said.

NOW

You and Connor were inside your room at the manor. He sat on your bed as you admired your dagger collection and your shiny promise bracelet from your boyfriend. With a dagger, some shiny coins, and maybe a small piece of kryptonite you went back over and sat with Connor.

"Take it out of your pocket." He mumbled holding you close. You sighed and took the kryptonite out of your pocket.

"Did you know Jason was revived by using Lazarus pit?"

"How do you know this?"

"My mother was there."

"You concern me."

You two ended up falling asleep with you holding you dagger and shiny coins close to you.

~~~

Dick opened you door "Hey! Bruce wants to see......" He cut himself off as he saw you two laying together. Dick smiled and closed the door. "What's wrong?" Tim asked as Dick came back downstairs "Our baby brother has a boyfriend!" He announced. Bruce and Damian who weren't paying attention looked up. "How do you know?" Jason asked "Their cuddling in his room.

"Who is it?" Jason asked "Connor!" Dick replied. Damian looked at his father "Do I have permission to kill my dear brother's boyfriend for that action?" He asked. Bruce nodded "Don't kill just hurt him."

~~

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[phantom-dc]

Dad Hood - part 10

After a couple hours of screaming and yelling, Tim was very grateful that he put Danny to bed before Jason began his tirade. The kid didn’t need to see his dad and his uncle fighting like this. As he got back to the living room, he wished he’d stayed with Danny.

‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, LETTING THAT CLOWN ANYWHERE NEAR MY DANNY!’

Jason was almost as red as his helmet. Tim was worried he’d pop a vein!

‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THE KID’S A META! I WAS SO EXHAUSTED I COULDN’T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT!’

Dick was yelling right back. Seems like Danny made it difficult for him.

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I GAVE YOU THE NOTEBOOK WITH ALL THE POWERS I KNOW OFF AND EVERYTHING!’

Jason pointed at the black notebook. Tim had a feeling Dick hadn’t read it.

‘YOU SHOULD’VE- wait, you wrote it down?’

Dick was feeling a bit sheepish. He really should’ve read that stupid thing. As Jason was starting another tirade, Tim decided to intervene.

‘GUYS! I know you’re tired and upset, but can you stop yelling? You’re going to wake up Danny!’

Jason and Dick calmed down. Dick apologized for putting Danny in harms way, but he made sure that Danny was ok. The kid had been more upset that he had to leave the cat behind then about what happened. Jason apologized for not being clearer about Danny and his abilities. He thought the book would be enough, but he should’ve told Dick what information was in it. Sitting down on the couch, Dick asked how their investigation went. Did they get some answers?

‘Well, yes and no. It’s complicated. We did find Talia and she was willing to talk to us. Turns out, she did have a kid about 6 years ago. She had him with Jason when he was recovering from his dip in the Lazarus Pit.’

Tim still felt weird about that. Jason had been way too young then, and it didn’t sit well with him.

‘Don’t give me that look. I was totally out of it at the time, I barely remember it!’ Jason misunderstood Tim’s look, thinking he was judging him, instead of Talia.

‘Since he wasn’t Bruce’s kid, she gave him up for adoption so he could have a normal life. She thought he had a good life, but didn’t keep an eye on him. She has no clue how he ended up in Jason’s care.’

Tim saw how surprised Talia had looked that they even knew of the child.

‘So what else did she say? How do Danny’s powers tie in all this?’

Dick was still curious. Surely they had all the answers now, and with he weekend he had he deserved answers!

‘That’s the part that gave us only more questions. She has no clue.’

Tim had been very disappointed that she had no answers. Talia had even gotten angry, suspecting her father of hunting the child down and experimenting on him.

‘And then there’s the age issue.’

Jason sighed. Damian had been aged up by artificial means, but that needed to be tested. Her father had forbidden her from wasting any of Batman's 'sample' on a test, but Talia had been desperate to make sure her Beloved’s son would be safe. That night she seeked Jason out, she hadn’t actually wanted him, but she needed a sample and he was there and still out of it. So the child had been aged up as well. He should look like a 14-year-old now, not 5!

‘So in short, Danny is Talia’s and mine’s kid. But he is far younger than he should be, has powers with no origin and still no clue as to how he got in my appartement!’

Jason was frustrated. He had hoped for answers, but came home with more questions.

‘I’m not even sure it’s the same kid. According to Talia, he had black hair and blue eyes. It might be a result of his powers, but there is a change we’re talking about a completely different kid here.’

Tim was worried. There were so many things that didn’t add up. What if they were getting 2 different kids mixed up?

As the brothers are talking, the bedroom door opens. Danny walks to the couch and crawls up, snuggling up to Jason.

‘Daddy, I can’t sleep. Will you read me a bedtime story?’

Jason pets Danny’s head. He wonders why the kid always has trouble sleeping. Maybe he wasn’t used to sleeping full nights?

‘In a minute, kiddo. Me and your uncles are almost done.’

Dick has an idea. With the amount of powers Danny tormented him with, maybe he could…

‘Hey Danny? Do you know anything about another Danny? With black hair?’

Danny looks up, sleepy. He thinks for a bit, before a ring of light appears. It splits in 2 and travel up and down his body, turning his hair black and eyes blue. His glow disappears and he looks like a normal kid.

‘Like this, uncle?’

The brothers were looking at the now black-haired boy, still snuggled up to Jason in his Martian Manhunter pajamas and his Wonder Woman blanket. At least one mystery was solved rather quickly. Jason rubbed his temple, before asking for the notebook:

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

Flight

Soul-pulling-out-powers???

Destructive scream

Super strength

(Flying) Superspeed

Photokineses

Shields

Doesn't need to breath (as often)?

Color changing (Camouflage? Different form?)

As Jason came to terms with another power, Dick decided it was the perfect time for a poor joke:

‘I mean, at least we know there aren’t 2 Danny’s going around?’

Jason gave Dick a look that said enough. But before he could tell Dick to buzz off, Danny decided to drop another bombshell.

‘But there are 2 of me! Dani is the best!’

The room immediately went silent. The brothers just looked at Danny. Jason gently shook Danny, praying he didn’t just fall asleep on them after that. He needed answers. NOW.

‘Danny, kiddo. What do you mean. Why are there 2 of you?’

Danny was beginning to doze off. He yawned and answered a bit groggily.

‘I was cloned. Dani is my clone. She is so cool. I’m so happy that she exists. Sometimes I wish that he cloned me sooner.’

Tim immediately followed up on that. Who cloned him?

‘Danny, who is this ‘he’? Who cloned you and made the other Danny?’

Danny puts on his thinking face. He still has trouble remembering things. But he knew exactly how to describe the guy.

‘I forgot his name. But he’s a rich, billionaire frootloop with adoption issues and a creepy lair underneath his mansion. He dresses like a vampire and he wants to get with my mom. I hate him.’

Hearing this, Tim and Dick looked up slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Sure enough, Jason’s eyes were no longer blueish. They were glowing full, Lazarus green.

5 minutes later, Jason was calmy going around his appartement, Dick and Tim following in a panic.

‘Jason, please think about this!’

‘I just want to go talk to him.’

Jason was packing his weapons. Dick was trying to convince him to stop doing that, while also trying not to panic.

‘Seriously Jason, we don’t yet have all the info. There might be a good reason for this?’

‘I just want to go talk to him.’

Tim was very glad he had quickly put Danny to bed. The boy didn’t need to see what was going on with his dad.

‘Jason, please stop packing- Is that a bazooka!?!’

‘I just want to talk to him.’

Dick and Tim were at their wits end. They had expected screaming, anger, violence. The calm way that Jason was preparing a murder was unsettling to say the least. Especially since they knew who Jason was going to kill.

‘Dick’s right, Jason. What if it’s a mistake? Maybe it’s someone else-’

‘ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO TELL ME THERE ARE 2 OF THAT FUCKER OUT THERE!?!’

Jason was livid. Tim admitted things didn’t seem good, but things had just been too strange. Nothing made sense anymore!

‘Look Jason, think about it. How could Bruce clone Danny? He didn’t even know about him!’

Dick was trying to reason with his brother. He couldn’t let Jason just try and kill their dad.

‘I don’t care how he did it! He knew I had a kid and he didn’t say anything about it! No, not only that, HE CLONED MY KID AND DIDN’T SAY SHIT! Oh, I knew that things had been going too well, I KNEW IT! I knew he didn’t trust me, that’s why he kept it from me! He didn’t trust me with my own kid, and now my kid has DIED AND BEEN REVIVED JUST LIKE ME! IM GOING TO KILL THAT-’

‘JASON!’ Tim actually slapped Jason across the face. ‘I know you’re furious, and you have every right to be! But we have no idea if Bruce really did all that! And before you start, when has ANYTHING about Danny been straight-forward?’

Jason actually put down his weapons, though his eyes didn’t change. Taking advantage of the calm, Tim kept pleading his case.

‘Look Jason. Things are really weird right now, and I admit, it does sound like Bruce did something he shouldn’t have. So, me and Dick are going back to the Manor. Give us a week to get to the bottom of this, ok? In the meantime, you can take Danny to all sorts of places now that he looks like a normal kid. How’s that for a plan?’

Jason calmed down a bit, the green finally receding. He knows Tim is right. He needs more information. And he can’t interrogate Bruce without strangling him right now. He relents:

‘Fine, one week. You investigate the Manor and I’ll try to get more information out of Danny. But if he did know-’

‘Then he’s all yours, Jason. We promise. Just, stay here and we’ll go. Ok? Bye!’

As Dick and Tim rush back to the Manor, they are worried. What the heck had Bruce done?

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

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

Chapters: 23/?

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

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

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

Chapter Twenty-Three: Venus Flytrap

After two weeks of studying Sheila’s movements, he broke into Sheila’s apartment and looked through her fridge. He blew out air, exasperated at his mother’s lack of ingredients. Jason headed to the market. The hustle and bustle reminded him of Gotham’s streets. It was loud and busy, assaulting Jason’s senses, but the cool weather was a delightful change from the warmer weather back home. 

No heat ever felt like Gotham’s. The heatwaves there used to cook Jason, leaving him dripping wet in the apartment. Jason never got used to the sweltering heat, leaving him sick and baking in an apartment that had no form of air conditioner or electricity. The electricity always went out first on Park Row. Infinity Island was a break from the enduring heat of Gotham summers, but Ethiopia had the coolest air. He wore a jacket, walking through the streets in a trance-like state. The world seemed to pulse around him, The city lived, but Jason felt disconnected. How could he understand life when he was death itself?  

Cooking was the more interesting part of Jason’s extensive training. He remembered the cuts on his fingers and the constant drilling of cultural dining standards. Ethiopia was one of Jason’s favorites. The gursha was a gesture of friendship done during meals where someone would gently place a bit of food in the other person’s mouth. It took him back to Talia’s earliest tender gestures. He wanted to offer the same kindness to Sheila. He worked quickly in Sheila’s kitchen, preparing a meal that would be reflective of her favorite dishes in the city. 

Sheila entered the house around two in the morning, barely having time to see who sat in her chair before she reached into her waistband and fired a shot. It hit Jason in the shoulder, and Jason immediately put pressure on it. “Jesus Christ… You—. Who are you? What are you doing here?” Sheila asked as she rushed over with her duffel. “Shit. You’re lucky I didn’t—.”

“I heal fast. Don’t worry about me. I can handle it. I made dinner. Let me explain why I’m here while I clean up,” Jason whispered. He’d been shot more times than he could count. It hurt like hell, but he didn’t show it outwardly. Sheila’s hands shook as she went to the next room. She made a plate and brought it to the living room. 

“What the hell do you want? Who are—?”

“This isn’t how I expected this to go. I let you shoot me because I thought you’d be more comfortable if you believed I was incapacitated. We met before… You probably don’t recognize me. It’s been sixteen years—.” 

“ Jason? God, Jason? Where’s your—? I shot you. Does your father know you’re here? Is he going to come out of my bathroom?” Sheila questioned. Jason shook his head. 

“For legal reasons… I’m dead. My—. My other mom is dead. Dad is dead… I left Gotham when I was twelve,” Jason explained. He didn’t dare mention what he’d done since then. “And it’s okay. I’ve been shot before. This isn’t that bad. I heal pretty fast, so if I pass out, don’t panic. Let me sleep for a minute. I’ll wake up.” He warned her because he knew he’d bleed out the second he extracted the bullet. And he did.  

When he woke up, Sheila had him half-buried, but the dirt was still loose. He clawed his way out of the hole, reeling at the thought of being buried alive. When he reached her, he had to remind himself that Sheila was his mother. If it were anyone else, he would’ve killed them. It shook him to his core. “I told you to let me sleep,” Jason snapped as he gasped for air. It was the one thing he truly feared. Flashes of his hands clawing at the inside of a cheap wooden coffin. Tearing his palms on nails and splintered wood. Fingernails torn from their beds. Wrists and knuckles broken from punching the inner walls… In darkness. Talia’s promise.  

Jason and Sheila were off to a rocky start. He staggered forward. “But you were—.”

“I wasn’t… It’s hard to find my pulse. We should go… I’m starving,” Jason interrupted. He didn’t want to talk about it, not  after that.

Sheila escorted him to her home, sharing the dinner he’d prepared. “Jason, are you alright?” Sheila asked.

“No, I’m not alright. I don’t take kindly to being buried. People have made that mistake before. I don’t—.” Jason trailed off as he tore through his meal. “Sorry, I heal fast, but I burn through calories like crazy for the first twenty-four hours... Who are you afraid of?” Jason questioned. 

Sheila swallowed hard. “I’m not—.”

“You shot me as soon as you saw me. That means you’re not used to surprise visitors. You don’t have a boyfriend… Or any close friends to speak of… But you call someone four times a day… Every day. I’ve never seen your gun, which leads me to believe you always have it hidden on your person. You hide it well, by the way… And you’re stealing something. In small amounts, but I never see you with it. It wasn’t in your bag. Mother… I—. What’s going on? Maybe I can help,” Jason offered before cracking open a soda and downing it in less than thirty seconds. Sheila shook her head. 

“You can’t be here. You should go back to wherever you were… Don’t you have school? It’s August, Jason. And—. Jason? What do you mean you heal fast?” Sheila questioned. Jason held a finger up to keep her quiet.

He slipped his uninjured arm out of his sleeve, pushing it over his head to reveal a scar where a hole should’ve been. Sheila got close, touching the scar as Jason froze. “Don’t—.” 

“What the hell happened to you—?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Who are you running from?” Jason asked. 

“It’s none of your concern—.”

“Gun,” Jason commanded as he opened his hand. She gave it to him. “You shot me. I have a right to know who you would’ve killed.” 

“Killed?” Sheila asked. Jason nodded. “I’m mixed in with some bad people. You can’t stay here… I have a meeting every few months with a buyer, who—.” 

“What’s their name?” Jason interrupted. “I’m frustrated because there’s no way to prove that I can help you. Just step back and let me do it… And I need to know I can trust you. You can’t tell anyone I’m here, and you have to be completely honest with me.” 

“Do you know who the Joker is?” Sheila asked. Jason nodded. 

“Chemical weapons?” Jason asked. Sheila nodded as she checked her phone, typing something. Jason sighed. “Your apartment isn’t bugged. If it was, I would’ve noticed. Tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” He sat and listened as she explained how they used a warehouse as a drop spot and how she got mixed in with him trying to sell medical supplies on the side. 

Jason tried not to judge her, but it was so hard to see past how callous she seemed in comparison to Talia and Catherine. Still, he loved her and wanted to keep her safe. “Mom, once I help you you’ve gotta go straight,” Jason whispered as he finished eating. “You should eat and get some rest… I’ll let myself out.”

“Wait,” Sheila requested. She grabbed his arm. Jason frowned. 

“When did you text them?” Jason whispered. Sheila swallowed hard. “Just now… Is that right?”

[timkonshipper]

Random idea

A random idea just popped in my head so have the outline

Bruce returns home from a work meeting only to find the family living room taped up into sections. Each of his kids are occupying a section and have set up booths. They even have banners, flyers, and are those badges?

He spots Alfred watching the scene with a slight uptick of his smile, but he's no help in figuring out whats going on. He just tells Bruce to ask them himself.

Working up the courage to ask what mess the kids have gotten involved this time, he clears his throat and asks them. The room stills - quite a stark contrast to the chaotic and extremely loud state it was in.

Eventually the explain to him that during a random discussion, they came upon the topic of his love life. Everyone had a different answer and the fight got so agressive that Alfred(betrayal) suggested setting up an expo of sorts. They were waiting for him to get home so they could wrangle him to each of their sides. Whoever he agreed with was would be the winner and would win bragging rights as well as a full batch of alfred's cookies.

Exasperated but curious about the whole thing, he set down his briefcase and started looking around.

First he stopped at Dick's tacky booth filled with cat photos and various cat themed accessories. That was kinda expected to be honest. As the first robin he had faced the brunt of when he and selina were continuously on and off. But he had to crush the boys hopes and remind him that selina was in a happy relationship with harleen and pamela.

From there he visited Jason's stall. Given his second eldest's hero worship of diana, it was obvious thats who his choice was. His son seemed to know that the ship wasn't actually plausible and had probably just taken the opportunity to express his awe for the heroine.

He had expected better from tim. Honestly, the riddler? Bruce expressed his opinions as such but after listening to Tim's arguments, even he had been persuaded. He had to actually pinch himself to remember that there was nothing between him and nygma.

He quickly walked to damian's booth only to find the whole thing covered in pictures of talia and damian himself. While he had left the league of assassins, the boy still held love for talia - she was his mother afterall. His main argument was that they already had a child together. Bruce just smiled to himself and went to check out stephanie's.

He simply sighed upon seeing her area covered with a certain red haired woman. He quickly shut her down and expressed that it had been a casual one night stand with vicki vale and nothing more.

Going over to duke's area, he was surprised to find it was promoting superbat and pictures of his best friend(heavens forbid clark ever hear him say that). Putting on an exasperated smile he told Duke that they were teammates and even though clark was one of his closest friends, there was nothing between them.

At the end, all the kids were sad to realise that none of them had suceeded. However, superbutler alfred stepped in to tell them about master bruce's secret crush.

"I was hoping one of you may uncover this on your own, but I suppose that's not possible. master bruce went to the same boarding school as oliver queen and harbored quite the feelings for him. it was a shame nothing came out of it. But judging by master bruce's flushed face, I believe I am the winner meaning all of you will get my cookies "

excuse the grammar and bad spelling. i just wanted to get this out of my head.

[jrosa82fanfics]

Part 7 of Discovering Safety

Jason’s first year at Gotham University is what he expected in a lot of ways. From the classes often feeling like a review of what he had covered in high school to the unbearable alphas who assumed he was there to entertain them. 

They weren’t all bad, it was just the few who catcalled him and tried to get a date from him that he couldn’t stand. He had taken to wearing clothes that were looser and covered more after his first week, but the annoying alphas hadn’t taken a hint. The worst part is that as an omega everyone seems to think it's his own fault he’s been harassed during lectures since he’s single.

Beside school drama, a new addition to the family came a little before his birthday and with Damian’s arrival things at home became rather hectic. Bruce had been bombarded with questions about this new son of his, the only one that was related to him by blood.

Despite his unexpected arrival and snobbish attitude Jason warmed up to the boy quickly. Although he wasn’t fond of Tim and had a tense relationship with the other boy he had been convinced by both Dick and Jason to not start anything. He had even taken to drawing in Jason’s nest which he had only set up as a way to get him comfortable in his new home.

Eventually Damian did the same in Dick’s room where the alpha had set up his own nest of sorts. Jason had even asked to be allowed in to read there while Damian drew, using the desire to bond with his new brother to get access to the alphas room. Dick seemed unbothered by the idea and allowed him to come and go as he pleased throughout the day, though he never asked for similar access to Jason’s room.

He was laying in Dick’s nest as he replayed the conversation he’d had with Bruce earlier that day. They had all been gathered in the older alphas office (sans Damian) to receive an explanation about the boy’s presence.

 In short Bruce had a one-night stand with Talia al Ghul and now ten years later she decided to drop their son off with him without any explanation. Bruce had decided to take him in and raise him, but hadn’t decided about anything else yet regarding his new son. 

They all asked questions and for more information but in the end that was all they really got out of the man. Jason didn’t know what to make of Talia’s behavior but decided to put it out of his mind as he rose and moved to the window seat to read.

While he liked the nest for its comforting scent it was located in Dick’s walk-in closet and Jason prefered the lighting he got from the window.

He manages to read a few pages before he feels it. The sensation of being watched has returned and this time it has followed him home. He checks the room but sees no one else. He turns to look out the window and sees nothing on the ground. 

He’s just about to return to reading when a slight movement from the woods that looms a short distance from the house catches his eye. He feels his brow scrunch up in concentration as he tries to find the source of the looks but there is no one.

[ragingbookdragon]

What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most?

A Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I know there is a story like this already (by a different author) but I should preface that this is a story that I posted a year or so before but deleted my previous blog last year, so it's not going to seem like it. I haven't copied any ideas, this is my own that I posted a year or so ago, and re-posting again now. -Thorne

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go deathly quiet around him. Everyone's eyes were wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood straight, her jaw tightening.

She nodded, staring at him. "You're right Damian. I'm not Talia al Ghul. I'm not your mother. But I will tell you what I am." She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. "I'm your father's wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you."

He shook his head in anger, glaring at her. "This is my father's manor!"

"No Damian, this is the Wayne Manor. And I've been, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia's mind." He stopped and she crossed her arms. "I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes."

His lips drew in a taut line and she added, "I've already talked about it to Bruce. You're not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he's going to tell you the same thing." Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs.

When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood.

He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them. "What?!"

Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him. "Kiddo, that wasn't a nice thing to say to mom."

Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs. “Like the three of you haven't said that to her before." There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

***

He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave.

Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. "Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you'll wish to see her."

Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick's hand and shutting it off.

He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard, "You going to check on mom?" He turned around, looking at a his oldest.

Bruce nodded, taking in the sight of Dick’s arms wrapped around all of his brothers. “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it."

Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him. "He didn't mean it...he'll see that when he gets over being angry."

Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair. “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight...it's too late for you to head home anyway."

Dick started to argue, but a look from his father and quick, “Your mother would have a fit if you two tried to drive home now or later…you know that.”

His son nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the dimly lit patio. His hand curled around the cool metal handle of the sliding glass door, and he quietly opened it, stepping out onto the deck. She lay on the porch swing, covered by a heavy hound’s tooth blanket, with a barely full wine glass in her hand.

He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping, "I can't believe you've drank an entire bottle in one sitting."

As if finally noticing his presence, she tipped her head lazily to him and mumbled, "It's empty?"

He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down. "As it was the day before it was bottled."

Bruce paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her red wine before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, easing his way behind her until they were both comfortable. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm.

He was quiet for a second then he murmured, "...The boys told me what happened earlier."

There was a moment of silence, then she whispered, "I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them..." She stopped, then continued with, "But it still stings to hear it."

A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple. "Of course it stings (Y/N)...you're their mother and you love them." After he didn't receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. "(Y/N)? Love?" She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. "Oh…sweetheart."

(Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

***

Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sobbing. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone—something. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same.

Damian looked at them and whispered, "What are you three doing?"

Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them. "We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen."

"I didn't know you were eavesdroppers."

A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out, "Shut up, two-bit. You were eavesdropping too."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled, "You said the same thing I did." He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, "What happened?"

Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

***

He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. "Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second."

He didn't listen, still moving. "No! You grounded me!"

"And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me." He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, "Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man." He stopped at it and she continued, "You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-"

He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit, "You're not my mom! Stop acting like it!" Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations.

She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she stared down at her hands murmuring, "I may not be your real mother...but I...I am...I..." She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick's widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks.

He raised his hands out to her. "Wait! I—I didn't mean it!"

(Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, 'excuse me'. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him.

"Bruce!" Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was almost in tears.

The lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick. "Dick?"

The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes. "I—I messed up B-Bruce."

He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away. "What happened Dick?"

Dick lowered his head and he whispered, "I a—accidently told (Y/N) that she wasn't my m-mom."

Bruce sighed at him and murmured, “Oh, Dick." The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, bud."

***

Dick looked at her and murmured, "I've never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her..." He looked down at Damian, and said, "And neither has she."

Jason nodded at that. "I'm sure she's never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

***

"What are you looking at baby?"

He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images. "Nothing!" He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

"And I'm assuming that nothing is not important?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Not at all."

She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him. "Who are these women?"

He pointed to each one. "Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood."

(Y/N) nodded, looking at them. "They're very pretty women." She paused and looked at him. "But why are you looking at them." He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. "Jason? Hon?"

He looked back up at her. "One of them is my mom."

Her eyes widened as she said, "Like...your biological mom?"

He nodded. "I found out after I went back to my old apartment." He looked between the screen and (Y/N). "I'm gonna track them down." She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. "I have to go find them...I have to go find my real mom."

***

"And those were the last words I ever said to Ma." They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. "And it got a lot worse when I came back...I said horrible things to Ma...about her not caring...about her not being a mother." He went silent and shook his head. "I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years."

Tim watched him, then nodded. "I hadn't even realized I'd actually said it to mom...it was such an offhanded comment that I didn't even know what I said until she was gone."

***

He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, "Timmy...you need to go to bed."

He shook his head, typing on the keyboard. "I'm fine."

"Honey, you've been awake for almost forty-eight hours." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "It's not good for your body if you stay up like this."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm good."

She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop. "You'll be good when you're asleep in bed." Skimming the top of this laptop, she stopped when his curled around her wrist.

He turned to her and said, "Will you stop mothering me? I'm fine. I don't need your help."

He let go of her and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, “Alright Timmy...goodnight”, and walked out of his room.

***

"The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn't told me she loved me after saying good night." He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. "Mom didn't say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me." He looked at Damian. "Look, I know you and I don't get along, but I'm going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn't mean it."

It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. "I'm going to bed.

Jason soon followed saying, "I'm with Timbers. I'm gonna go crash."

The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest.

He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression. "Were you four watching?" They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

"Is mom alright?"

Bruce looked at Dick and nodded. "She's fine. Wine drunk...but fine." He looked down at Damian. "(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up." Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

***

The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she burrowed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim's head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason's hair, watching them do the same.

She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. "Are you awake, Umi?" (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce's broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair.

After a few moments he whispered, "...I'm sorry, Umi."

Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur, "I know, baby."

He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it."

She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It was something said in anger."

He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly, "But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I...did this." He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, "You are my mother, Umi...you are the only mother I've known."

(Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian's cheeks in her hands. "Baby...it's okay...I'm not angry at you."

He shook his head in her grip. "But you're sad because I said you weren't my mother."

(Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears. "We all say things that we don't mean." He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. "What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we've done wrong."

Damian nodded his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Umi."

A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I am too, baby." She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. "I still love you though...with all my heart."

"You do? Even after what I said?"

(Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, "Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt...but forgiveness is a good thing when used."

"To err is human...to forgive...divine."

She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently. "I love you, Damian...my beautiful baby boy."

The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied, "I love you too, Umi."

There was a moment of silence between them until, "How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first."

Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim. "I am Umi's favorite, Drake."

"The hell you are, Tater-tot. If anyone's the favorite, it's me."

"I think you're wrong, Little-wing. Iwas the first. I'm the favorite."

"No one asked you, dickhead."

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. "You just had to get them going this early, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?"

(Y/N) let out a 'pfft' and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching. "Yeah...but I know that when they're fighting like this, they're giving each other love."

"Tough love."

She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away. "But love nonetheless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off. "Mom! Jason won't let me out of this headlock!"

"Mom! Jason won't let me-"

"STOP MOCKING ME, JASON!"

"You're unbearable, Drake! I am Umi's favorite!"

"Keep telling yourself that, oompa-loompa."

"I am not an oompa-loompa!"

(Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. "Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side. "No, it's not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not."

[epiemy]

DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY AND THE ASSASSIN

Warnings: Basic violence, mentions of sex and sensible themes.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem! Wife / Assassin of LOA Reader.

Word count: 1450

A/N: idk, if you want a second part, let me know. sorry for grammar mistakes.

"Richard dear, please just get out of the kitchen before Alfred arrives" you sigh heavily knowing how much the family butler abhors your husband's cooking skills - or lack thereof - so much has he been forbidden to enter it to cook.

"He won't find out unless you tell him..." he flashes his blue eyes with a mocking smile, only stopping when he realizes you're leaving the room "hey where are you going?"

"Cave, I want to see Damian since I haven't visited the mansion for two years" you answer him and walk towards the clock that gives access to the Batcave

And it was true, as you are Talia's right-hand man in the League of Assassins you didn't have many chances to visit during the long missions, having as your mission to protect the Devil's daughter, but luckily your mission is finished and also your last one, where you had received permission from Al Ghul to return to Gotham City and be with your husband, but his brothers didn't know that yet and you have a unique connection to each one of this family.

Bruce was like a father to you, and regardless of whether he didn't approve of your methods he protected you when you were sent on missions in the city - even though he knew how pissed you were at that protection, after all you were second in command in the League and you knew your way around. very good. Jason and you had an extensive past around the time he came back to life through the Lazarus Pit, however you helped him escape to safety for his revenge, after all you knew he would give up this madness and just come back to see his foster father, as owed Bruce a favor and knew how broken he was since the death of his second son.

Dick and you have a funny story, as you were sent to seduce him and kidnap him for Talia, but you didn't expect to fall in love along the way. Obviously your superior didn't take it very well and the consequences were enormous, so great that you were the only one assigned to take care of Damian when she wasn't present - which was almost always, thus separating you from Dick, not before you managed to send a letter to the same, asking to wait for her

Well, Bruce Wayne's firstborn—who you didn't know was a product of rape—was a brat to everyone in the League since you knew his place as heir to the throne, except you. Don't get me wrong, his affronted and arrogant attitude would always remain when other people were around, but when the two of you were alone, he treated you like a mother, like his real mother. Truth be told, Talia was never a mother figure to the boy, she just used him to get Bruce at her feet and failed.

When Dami was sent to stay with her father you were the only one who accompanied him to the mansion, and you were surprised as well as her mother when the boy asked you to stay with him. You wanted to accept right away but you knew it wasn't her decision, it was Talia's, so you looked at your mentor and she just nodded and went back to the island. Her relationship with Damian never became stronger than at that moment, so much so that when Dick saw her at the mansion with a small smile he ran to kiss her but the killer raised his katana to the eldest's throat.

"Who are you and why are you shedding tears looking at my Ummi?" He growls menacingly even at Richard, but returns to his tenderest gaze as he turns to you "Should I kill him Y/N?" He asks seriously and you know he won't bluff if you nod in agreement, so just ask the boy to put his gun down, who reluctantly does as he's asked.

"What the hell was that?" Dick asks in amazement at the mortal child in front of you but you just shrug

"Let's go inside, I need to talk to Bruce and it's urgent."

Timothy wasn't your average kid, he loved computers, and other things people his age didn't even half understand, so you connected with the kid the moment you saw him on the Bat Computer cracking codes for fun. You were rescued by Talia on the streets of Chicago, where there was a group of men who had "fun" with your body and soon after seeing them trying to hurt her again, she killed them without batting an eye and welcomed you to her father. At the time you were only 9 years old and you were a different child from the others, you watched the behavior and body language of strangers just to laugh at what they seemed to feel, playing detective has always been interesting to you since your parents were killed in Gotham by men of the Joker, and that's why she was excluded from shelters as children found her forms of entertainment boring.

When he noticed that the boy was a younger version of himself, he took him as a great friend and tried to teach him everything Bruce couldn't about the streets and other methods of hurting thugs, helping him to come across extremely different fighting styles. effective.

Then think of the surprise of everyone who was in the cave training, to hear a "hello troublemakers" coming from the entrance. Damian was the first to react and ran out to hug her, he had really improved with the PDA.

"Hi Dami, I missed you" you whispered in the younger's ear and you could see his eyes watering when he replied a "hello Ummi" but he quickly hid it and returned to his normal and indifferent posture.

"It's good to see you again, the boys missed you" B says going to hug the girl and she just raises an eyebrow when he mumbles a "me too, Richard kept talking about you"

"Hours Master Bruce, don't expose your son like that to Miss Grayson"

You walk away from Bruce quickly when you see Alfred standing there with the biggest smile, in that time you had made a lasting friendship with the butler and he wasted no time before hugging you.

"Ever heard of the phone or do you guys only use smoke signal in the League?" Jason jokes but soon comes to give you a long, hard hug, which you promptly pull away from the hug and responds by rolling your eyes.

"The next smoke signal is going to be a bullet in your-" You're cut off by a lean but muscular body hugging yours, Tim.

"Why didn't you report back? We were all worried. When did you get back?" He was frantic and you knew he had taken too much caffeine again to be able to work the cases, but he was also being honest when he said everyone was worried as the others around the cave were waiting for an answer.

You huff but reply:

"I came back a month ago" and the cave goes crazy when everyone is outraged that you didn't show up sooner but you just point to your husband who just showed up at the door "he forbade me to come here before we had sex in every room of the house five times"

"Yuck" "URGH" "DISGUSTING!" a chorus of disgusted sounds were heard but just when you thought it would be better to let Dick deal with his brothers' wrath, Damian grabs his hand and asks to come with him, which you promptly do and follow the boy still holding your hand.

When you get to what you remember as his room, you soon see a painting of him, and you knew those traits everywhere, they were Damian's.

"Oh my darling, it's so beautiful" you sigh with emotion as you look between him and the painting

"I just thought it would take you a while to get back and on your last night here I painted your face so that I would always remember him vividly" he shrugs but it's noticeable how much he loves this painting "I thought it would be...appropriate? You see? it"

The sight of an insecure Damian was something you rarely saw in your life, even though you'd known him since he was a baby, so you did what your instinct told and brought him into a bone-crushing hug, knowing he wouldn't want to stay. in that matter, you soon changed.

"It's beautiful Dami, but do you want to see Dick get beaten up by Jason and Tim in training?" You mutter smiling and he runs into the cave with you close behind. A perfectly dysfunctional family, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.

[batstorm93672]

He didn't mean to be so emotional about it, it was a creeping thought that he believed to have overcome already.

His worth

His place

His heritage

He's Robin

But he knows... he'll never truly be Robin. He's just a kid wearing a slightly different costume that has already been given to others and modeled for others to see. He's not nor ever will be Robin, he's simply a boy.

Richard, Jason, Timothy and Stephanie the true Robins that he will never be.

The one who started it all, the one who was strong enough to be one, the one who was smart enough to become one, the one who was brave enough to become one. But him? He was basically dumped here and was handed the role after doing horrible things. He wasn't a true Robin, because Batman saw nothing in him. He didn't see bravery, determination or knowledge, all he saw was murder in the form of a kid. That's who Damian Al Ghul/ Wayne is. A stain upon the beauty of the Robin lineage. Disappointing himself and others.

That's the words one would say to describe him. It was all true...

.

Damian walked past the display cases of Robin suits, he could never be as good as them. He's a sin upon the glory of them all. So Damian sat down by the display showing Dick's Robin outfit, sitting down and wishing to be something.

Damian was scarred at a young age, yet every feat he thought meant something... equaled to nothing, he has done nothing to be worthy of Robin. So why... why was he given the role? Pity? A way for Bruce to get rid of him? As punishment from Talia? What made him worth it all... he doesn't know... and it hurts.

It hurts a lot.

A legacy he will never be able to complete like the others. The ones who were better in all the right ways.

.

Damian walked out the Manor, to the graveyard where many Wayne's were buried to rest. Arriving to his own... did it mean anything? Was anyone worried or cared for him? He knows he was, considering Bruce brought him back... but it still felt like the same gaping hole that the Heretic gave him.

Damian huddled closer to the cold stone, he wasn't reported to be dead, he simply was. That thought made sense, but it still hurt.

It began to snow, a cold Gotham night, how original.

Damian got up and walked back in, feeling the hollow feeling overtake him. It just felt easier letting it happen instead of fighting it, too tired and too annoyed to fight. His grandfather would be disappointed, his mother as well. Damian walked into his room and pressed his back against the door sliding down with a sigh.

"What's up Dami?"

Damian flinched, eyes widening as he saw Jason sitting crisscross on his bed. "Todd, what are you doing here?"

"Decided to visit and Alfred told me he hasn't seen you, I decided to check on you in your room and after I couldn't find you here I decided to stick here until you showed up. You look tired and worn out, wanna talk?"

Damian shook his head, standing back up no matter how his legs ached "I'm fine Todd, what is you want from me?" "You don't look too good bud" "My condition does not need concern, I'm fine as you have already heard from me-" Damian fell down and Jason was quick to stop him from hitting the floor. "Yeah okay, totally fine my ass. Spill it" "I can't walk... fucking pathetic what good am I" "Habibi, answer me. What's going on?"

"I'm not good at this..." Damian broke out into tears and his body felt weak as he cried. "Whoa hey now, no need to cry, tell me what's wrong okay?"

"I keep trying, but I'll never good enough to uphold the legacy of Robin. I'm not enough to do it, I wasn't given the role I forced it by almost killing Drake thinking it was the right thing to do, I was wrong. I'm not worthy of any legacy or this family. I'm too wrong, I was raised to be an assassin and used those ways to hurt everyone around me. I shouldn't have been given the role of Robin after hurting Drake. I hurt them all, I'm sick of it. I shouldn't have been Robin, I show no promise I only show what I was taught a killer. Robin doesn't kill... but I have many times. I've killed over and over thinking it was okay! I'm wrong... everything about me is wrong" Damian sobbed and used what little strength he felt in him to curl into a ball and cover his face with his hands. Mumbling over and over just how wrong he was, Jason was in shock. For a kid to want to uphold such a burden so he can feel worth something to others.

Damian kept sobbing as Jason cradled him in his arms. "Come now Habibi no need to stress yourself out now. Ssshhh shhh my little brother you're okay" Damian cried out as the voices got louder, he reached for the desktop and Jason helped Damian take his medicine. After a few minutes of silence, Jason cradled Damian once more the boy shrinking in his embrace as much as he could.

Jason walked carefully as he left Damian's room and made it to the Living room where Dick, Tim and Steph spoke. Their laughter and tone switched quickly as Jason entered with Damian in his arms. "Dames? What happened to him Jaybird?!" Jason looked at Dick and shook his head a little. Too much noise will make him act out again.

"Sshhh you're okay little brother"

Jason walked over and placed Damian onto the couch. "There we are, you're okay see?" Jason looked at Tim and signaled to the hall, then to Dick and Steph to the kitchen.

The three left, Jason putting his hand on Damian's shoulder and smiled "It's okay now, you're okay my Habibi. We're all here for you" Damian whined a bit and Jason wiped away some stray tears.

Steph had plates of snacks and Dick with a cup of water and one of the plates that Steph had trouble carrying. Tim came back with a weighted blanket and draped it around Damian nicely. Dick handed him the cup of water and Steph put the plates down on the table in front of them. Damian kept quiet as he drank his water.

Tim grabbed Jason by his arm, Dick and Steph followed as they whispered "What's going on Jason?" "I went looking for Damian, he came back tired and when I asked him if he was okay he kept saying he was fine. Then he almost collapsed. He went on a whole ramble of how pathetic he is in comparison to us, that he doesn't deserve to he Robin-" Jason looked at Tim as he continued "-because he hurt Tim, he doesn't think he's worth it at all, that he shouldn't even be Robin" Tim looked down "I... I didn't know he felt so strongly about it..." Dick tilted his head a bit "How bad was it?" "He took his medicine, but he's out of it now. I wanted more people around so he could feel more safe" Steph stood back up straight and looked at Damian, sitting next to him and putting her hand through his hair "Hey there Dami, it's Steph. How are you feeling?" Damian didn't respond, he only leaned into Stephanie and took a deep breath. Jason looked calmer at the two and Tim spoke "I'm surprised he's letting her near" "You weren't there, Damian has some sort of connection when it comes to hugging Steph" "Makes him remember of the past I'm assuming" Jason nodded at Dick, who smiled "Seeing him comfortable with someone else is nice, he's a little rough around the edges but I'm glad he's gotten accustomed to everyone here" Tim and Jason nodded as Steph looked at the three and beckoned them over to sit as Steph rocked Damian back-and-forth slowly. "You are an amazing person Damian, an amazing Robin and you never have to feel less. We love you as you are Damian, flaws and all"

.

Mumford and Sons took over and it will be my doom and I say this with love

Song: Awake My Soul

Now my heart stumbles on things I don't know

My weakness I fear I must finally show

[butwhyduh]

Getting tall

Summary: Damian finally hits his growth spurts and the fam have opinions. Some damijon, timkon, jaytemis, and dickori mentioned.

Damian was an adorable tiny murder baby when he first showed up at the manor. Like a feral kitten. Short end of normal growth at 10 years old and thin too, Dr Leslie found. Make sure he eats 3 square meals and snacks when he wants and he’ll be just fine. Alfred had made it his mission, as he had done for both Jason and Tim, to put weight on Damian.

The first family member he outgrew was Cass. She reached over to ruffle his hair only to reach up above her head rather than below it. She didn’t mind. 5’4 isn’t very tall. She’d just have to remember that the next time they spar. Height wasn’t an important factor to her.

It was a few months later that Damian hit a massive growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He passed by 5’6 Stephanie.

“Hey little dude. What are they puttin in your food, miracle grow?” She asked when she noted how tall he was and how big his feet had gotten. Damian was a bit like the giant puppies all gangly. Alfred was adjusting the Robin costume monthly after Damian rushed to put it on for patrol one day and every time he raised his arms he felt his stomach show. Clothes were constantly being bought that met his newest height increase. The Kents were very appreciative of the barely worn clothing Jon got as Damian went through another pair.

“I’m perfectly normal in growth,” he said pulling on the hem of his shirt that was growing shorter by the day. Stephanie eyed him but left it. Tim hated the height jokes they would make when everyone started passing him in height. Nowadays Tim just rolled his eyes and deferred all short jokes to Bart who Damian was now taller than. Bart didn’t care at all because he was short but he was also at least top 3 faster people ever so who cares right?

For a very short time, Damian was taller than Jon. He liked that. Jon thought it was pretty funny.

“D, I’m going to be taller. My dad and mom are both taller than yours. I’ll be taller in the end,” Jon said with a grin before Damian pushed him off the roof. Jon giggled and stared at Damian with obvious heart eyes. The kid was definitely smitten.

Tim was half an inch taller. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way. But it wasn’t surprising. His mother was tiny, his father lower end of average, and Tim probably skipped too many meals with working during an important growth phase while he was becoming Robin. 5’8.5 is a perfectly normal height for a man. He had an easier time with stealth.

Bruce watched as his son grew more handsome and taller everyday. He recognized things he hadn’t taken the time to see with Dick or Jason and had missed completely with Tim. Aftershave, cologne, and deodorant budget went up exponentially and Damian was barred from bringing any of his shoes in the house and his Robin uniform had to double washed occasionally. He spent far longer in the bathroom doing his hair and agonizing over any spot on his face.

Bruce even once caught Damian do the lean on the doorframe while talking to someone they like when Jon visited once. He had to give the worst birds and bees talk of all time. Bruce also noted how Damian had Talia’s nose and his lip curled the same way hers did when he smiled. He stretched when walking to the breakfast table the same way Dick did.

Damian didn’t get another true growth spurt for 2 years. There was plenty of jokes that he jumped up to his height and didn’t move again. Jon was once again taller than Damian. Alfred was ready this time with the massive amount of food the 15 year old could put away and panels in his costume for easier adjustments.

Talia smiled proudly at her son as he grew taller than her. He was turning out handsome like his father but kept her feature and in her mind, that was the perfect combo. She never told Damian because she didn’t him to grow arrogant.

Dick didn’t notice it right away. He was so busy with Bludhaven and the Titans that he didn’t notice Damian had gotten a full inch taller than him. He only realized when him and Damian practiced a complex move that required a taller and shorter partner while training. They paired up as they always did and the maneuver completely fell apart. Dick was mentally putting together why it failed when Damian walked over and it clicked. Little D was not so little anymore.

“You’re taller than me,” he said brightly. Damian immediately grinned.

“So now you’re little D,” Damian said back. Dick laughed at that one.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I can throw you around like a tilt-a-whirl,” Dick warned. Of course, that’s exactly what happened the next time they sparred when Damian tried to use his height advantage.

“I can beat Jason so don’t think you can beat me just by being bigger,” Dick said standing over Damian who rolled his eyes.

Dick had no problem with Damian getting taller. It was his own height he had a complicated relationship with. See, Dick grew up as an acrobat. Being tall is a disadvantage. More weight to swing, more body to move. And his father had told him growing up that almost every Grayson man has been 5’8. It’s a legacy as strong as flying above the circus crowd.

And so when at 15, Dick was very distraught with the fact that he hadn’t stopped growing at 5’8. It felt like a part of his history and family legacy had died. He wasn’t one of the 5’8 Grayson men. He never told anyone beside Kori, late at night where she told him she loved him tall or small. She had already far outpaced Dick and was on her way to being 6’4.

Duke and Alfred and Damian were the same height for a short while. Duke would joke that he could just wear the Robin’s costume since they were the same size. Damian would threaten to disembowel him if he touched it and that made Duke laugh even more.

When he grew taller Duke once again joked with Damian calling him a not so jolly green giant and Alfred considered his nutrition attempt a complete success. Damian went from a tiny kid to a tall strong young man.

Damian and Jon were practically the same size for a while. Jon barely bent his neck to rest his chin on Damian’s shoulder as his partner worked on a complex mechanical part. Then Jon hit another growth spurt to end in his final height of 6’2, same as Bruce and his father. Damian enjoyed having a taller boyfriend for a while but would never say anything. High school dances were nice.

Bruce could see Damian getting taller and stronger and was practically grown. Dr Leslie warned Bruce that growth could continue until Damian was in his early 20s and he could end up a quite tall young man or stop tomorrow.

Jason liked being the tallest and biggest in the family. He had an entire inch in height on Bruce and was at least 20 lbs heavier. He was built like tank. When Jason had died at 15, he was terrifyingly thin. Alfred had tried his best but Jason had suffered malnutrition and hunger from practically birth. He was short and thin and Dr Leslie had told Bruce he probably always would be. And so when Jason came back to life a giant 6’3 and over 200 lbs, it was a shock. It took him forever to accept his size as anything more than an amour to create fear in his enemies. The first time he had accidentally scared a woman walking in the street at night, Jason had hated that he was so big. But within his family, it had become a source of pride. He was certainly taller than Dick and Alfred and even Bruce.

So when he visited Cass’s birthday party and Jason stood next to Damian and realized that the kid was taller than him, he was a little shocked. Damian had reached his final height of 6’4.

“When the hell did you get so big?” Jason asked while cake was being served. Dick nosed in the conversation.

“Little D is taller than you now,” he said with a teasing grin at Jason.

“And yet you insist on calling me Little D,” Damian said with an eye roll.

“I call him Big D,” Jon said with a smile. Dick blanched and Jason coughed out an awkward laugh.

“Good for you, bro,” he said patting Damian on the back. Jon blushed at the sudden understanding.

“No! I mean- he’s taller than me. I didn’t mean- uh,” Jon stuttered. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away from his brothers who were laughing.

“It’s weird you know,” Jason admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“The fact that he is dating Jon?”

“No, they’ve been together forever. That he’s taller than me,” Jason said.

“Are you- does it bother you that you aren’t the tallest?” Dick asked with a gleeful smile.

“No,” Jason said abruptly.

“It could be like how I learned my little brother was bigger than me,” Dick teased. “All of a sudden you were just massive. My tiny little brother was this big dude. Good thing I’m comfortable with my masculinity.”

“Your girlfriend is like 6 inches taller than you. If that isn’t emasculating then there’s nothing I could do,” Jason answered.

“Yeah, she’s always been taller than me,” Dick said with a fond smile. “You can’t talk with the Amazon you’ve been hanging with.” He pushed Jason’s shoulder with a grin.

“We’re just friends-I guess,” Jason said uncomfortable. “That’s not the same-“

“Well at least Tim will always be our little brother,” Dick changed the subject but mentally noted Jason’s reaction to the mention of Artemis.

“Yeah, he’ll always be a shrimp,” Jason agreed.

“Honestly fuck you both,” Tim said from across the room. With Kon standing next to him he certainly looked tiny.

“Hey, it’s my birthday and I am the shortest and I can still kick all of your butts,” Cassandra reminded them both and they laughed but neither corrected her because they knew she was right.

[wolfverse-behind-the-scenes]

A Guardian angel AU where

-Dick is Jason's Guardian angel and Tim is Damian's

- Guardian angel are actually called protectors/ they can turn invisible

-Protectors are shy so they usually stay invisible unless they are alone with the person they are protecting

-Dick becomes Jason's Protector when he's nine/Dick is fourteen/Protectors age about the same rate as humans

- Jason freaks out because there's a guy with wings in his room

-after he gets over the shook Jason likes having Dick around

-Protectors don't let anyone touch their wings except Dick/ He wraps his wings around Jason protectively because Jason's his baby bird

- Dick helps him get food

-Saddly Jason still doesn't get enough food so he starts stealing

- one day Jason goes to far and tries to steel the batmoblie wheels

"You shouldn't be doing that" Dick urged looking around nervously.

"Shut up fairy"

"Who are you talking to?" They both turn around to see Batman

- Bruce and Jason fight Jason loses

"Why aren't you helping me?"

"Because I think you should go with him"

"Serious who do you keep talking to?"

- Bruce takes him home not noticing the person sitting on the roof of his car

- Jason and Dick move into the manor

- Bruce doesn't know that Dick there

- Dick plays pranks on bruce

Dick flew above Bruce remaining invisible as he dropped a pound of glitter

"Where did all this glitter come from?!" Bruce yells as he shakes off the glitter.

- Jason becomes Night Bat=Dick almost having a heart attack

- Dick has to work extra hard to protect Jason

-It is Myth that Protectors can't be hurt

-Jason finds this out when Dick gets shot in the shoulder

- Jason wants to get Bruce but Dick doesn't want Bruce to see him yet so Jason sneaks medical supplies

- Jason starts to be more cautious on portal so Dick doesn't get hurt saving him

-Tim first appeared while Damian was training/ Damian is eight/Tim is thirteen

-Damian is mad of because he doesn't need protecting

- they don't really get along and spend most of the time argue

- Tim can't fly because the bottom of his wings were clipped by a human when he was a kid

-Tim doesn't like humans especially Talia, He wants to punch her in the face

- He is very protective of Damian though which makes the kid more grumpy

- Damian is sent to live with Bruce

- Tim follows Damian/Damian is relieved but he pretends to be mad about it

"Do you seriously have to keep following me?" Damian rolled his eyes.

"Your stuck with me till the day one of us dies" Tim smirked resting his chin on top of Damian's head

- Dick founds out about Tim

"No way! Another Guardian!" Dick grinned pulling Tim into a hug. Tim stood there awkwardly.

- Tim doesn't trust Bruce because he looks like the guy that clipped his wings (he's not)

- Dick introduces himself to Damian

"Awww yours is so cute" Dick squealed "Can I hug him?" Damian squirms behind Tim.

"He's not really the hugging type"

- Tim doesn't want the others to know about him so he tells Dick to keep it a secret from Jason

- Damian and Jason get off to a rocky

"Tim I need you to depose of Todd"

"No"

".... please?"

"No"

-they slowly learn to like each other

- Damian gets trapped in a collapsing building and Tim is the only one with him

- Tim hurts his wing using it to shield Damian

- Dick can sences Tim's distress and leads Jason to Damian

"How do you know where he is?" Jason asked running through the rubble.

"Just trust me" Dick responded flying over head landing next to Tim. Tim lifted his injured wing to reveal a safe Damian.

"Baby bat!" Jason yells throwing his arms around Damian "How did you not gets hurt?"

"I ugh" he looked over to Tim who put a figure over his mouth "I got lucky I guess"

-the next day Tim sneaks into the cave while every bodies gone to bandage up his wing

-Bruce walks in on him and Tim has a panic attack

- Bruce tries to calm him down offering to fix his wing this back fire as Tim panics more knock stuff down with his wings

-Damian runs in calming Tim down as he goes into protective mode

- Dick and Jason come rushing in behind him

- Dick introduces him self to Bruce and explains everything

-Tim let's Damian bandage his wings/The entire time Tim glares at Bruce

- Jason pouted because he thought he was the only one with a cool half bird bodyguard

- Bruce panics because he suddenly realised he had four children instead of two

Somebody please write this

[mischiefandspirits]

Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

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     On this earth Protectors are the winged guardians that are assigned to protect children with ruff childhoods. Protectors look like humans with wings and they can turn invisible. They are shy so they usually stay invisible unless, they are alone with the person they are protecting. Protectors also age about the same rate as humans

     Dick Grayson is an unusually energetic Protector and tends to be very happy.

     At the age of fourteen Dick becomes the Protector of a nine year old Jason Todd. One day Dick just appeared in the middle of Jason's room. Jason freaked out ofcourse because there's a guy with wings in his room.

     After he gets over the initial shook Jason loved having Dick around.

      Protectors don't let anyone touch their wings except Dick. He wraps his wings around Jason protectively and call Jason his baby bird

     Dick does he's best to help Jason by get food but even a fourteen yearold protector is still a fourteen yearold. Jason turns to stealing to get what he need. Even though Dick does approve of it he still helps but being a lookout while Jason steals.

     One day Jason goes too far and tries to steel the batmoblie wheels. Dick lets Bruce catch Jason thinl that the Batman could help Jason better then he could. Bruce takes Jason home not noticing the invisible person sitting on the roof of his car. Jason and Dick move into the Manor and Jason refuse to speak to him for a month.

     Bruce doesn't know that Dick is living in the Manor so the protector uses this to play pranks on him. Bruce is started to think the manor may be haunted by a glitter ghost.

     Jason later becomes robin (because of Dick's nickname for him) and Dick almost having a heart attack.Dick has to work extra hard to protect.

     It's only a Myth that Protectors can't be hurt. Jason found that out when Dick gets shot in the shoulder protecting him. He wanted to get Bruce but Dick doesn't want Bruce to see him yet so Jason had to sneak medical supplies and patch Dick up himself.

     Jason starts to be more cautious on portal so Dick doesn't get hurt saving him again.

     Unlike most Protectors, Tim drake can't fly. The bottom of his wings were clipped by a human when he was a kid much like how some one would clip a pet birds wings.

      Tim was thirteen when he became Damian's Protector. He first appeared while Damian was training, pulling him out of the way from a bad blow.

     Damian was pissed. He's the grandson of the demon head he didn't need protecting. The two don't really get along and spend most of the time argue.

     Tim has never really liked humans but Talia is by far the worst. He wants to punch her in the face for the way she treats Damian. He is very protective of Damian which makes the kid more grumpy.

    At the age of Teen Damian is sent to live with Bruce. Tim follows Damian because he's Damian's protector. Damian was very relieved when Tim told him that he was coming with Damian but he pretends to be mad about it.

     Dick is beyond thrilled when he notices Tim stand next to Damian. Dick introduces himself to Damian almost immdently. Tim on the other hand doesn't want the others to know about him so he tells Dick to keep it a secret from Jason. Tim also doesn't trust Bruce because he looks like the guy that clipped his wings, he's not.

     Damian and Jason get off to a rocky but they slowly start to care for each other. Damian becomes robin and Jason changes his name to Night-Bat.

     One night while on patrol Damian gets trapped in a collapsing building and Tim is the only one with him. Tim hurts his wing using it to shield Damian.

     Dick can sences Tim's distress and leads Jason to Damian. The next day Tim sneaks into the cave while every bodies gone to bandage up his wing. Bruce walks in on him and Tim has a panic attack. Bruce tries to calm him down offering to fix his wing this back fire as Tim panics more knock stuff down with his wings.

     Damian ran in calming Tim down as he goes into protective mode. Tim instinctively wrapped his wings around Damian glare up at Bruce. Dick and Jason rushed in to see what's going on.

     After he calmed down some Tim let Damian bandage his wings. The entire time he glares at Bruce.

    Dick introduces him self to Bruce and explains everything. Jason pouted because he thought he was the only one with a cool half bird bodyguard. Bruce panicked because he suddenly realised he had four children instead of two

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Death

Death was nothing new in Marinette’s life.  In fact it played a large role.  Her friends and city had died a hundred times over.  Her brother.  Her funny, smart, loving, dramatic brother had died at the hands of a mad man.  She didn’t think it was wrong for her to use the horse miraculous to visit her brother's grave.  It was officially five years after all.  He would be 20, he would have loved to plan out her 16th birthday this year.  She sat down and read Pride and Prejudice out loud, only a few tears falling as she glanced at the grave every so often.  She had also brought a bouquet of white lilies, statices, red carnations, and white daisies.  Soft grass laid over the dirt, the sun gleamed above, and sometimes when she would lean against the grave it was almost like she could feel him.

Dark storm clouds began to cloud the sky, and she knew she would have to leave soon, though she didn’t want to.  Dad would be upset if he caught her, though considering how many weeds she had to remove from the grave and how abandoned it looked, she doubted anyone had visited any time soon.  Suddenly the rain began to pour down and it felt like the earth shook.  She felt a great imbalance, but where, and how?  She touched both of her ears and she could feel her miraculous still there, Tikki even poked her head out from her bag with a look of fear.  A shiver ran down Marinette’s spine as rain came pouring down soaking everything in sight.  She looked around, and she kept spinning searching for something, anything that could have caused or been affected by the imbalance.  She waited there for many minutes just waiting, when she felt the dirt beneath her feet begin to shift a little.  She quickly moved away and watched as the dirt slowly moved and shifted.  She felt sick, because the dirt moving was directly where Jason was lying in eternal rest.  This couldn’t be right, this must be some mistake!  Her brother had died, she had seen the body, it haunted her nightmares for so many nights.  He’s been gone for five years!  This can’t be possible without some type of wish.

The grass began to move and shift away, and a fleshy mud covered hand raised from the ground causing a scream to rip from her lungs.  Her body sprung into action before her mind caught up to her beginning to help dig up her brother's grave, and when she saw the jet black hair covered in dirt and mud she knew that it was him.  She heaved him out from the hole and stared in shocked horror as he just sat there staring at her.  His eyes were the same blue she remembered, but they were so clouded.  Fear, confusion, and nothing shown in his eyes, like he wasn’t even truly there.  This must be a dream, it has to be, no, a nightmare.  Her brother shouldn’t be back, he died, she saw his limp body in dad’s hands, even if Alfred and bluebird tried to stop her.  But the imbalance was real, she could tell, and he was affected by it.

Slowly she raised her hand and hesitantly placed a hand on his cheek.  He leaned into her hand, though his eyes were still clouded and void.  He may be alive, but he wasn’t fully…alive.  She tackled her older brother into a hug and began sobbing onto him, but just sat there, head leaning against hers.  Pressing her ear against his chest she could hear his gentle heartbeat, and just for a moment everything seemed like it would be ok.  Then she felt a sharp prick in her neck and the world faded to black.

________

Marinette awoke to darkness.  She tried to sit up and felt her hands held behind her back being held together by something cold and thick.  Memories flooded back into her mind and she snapped into awareness and looked around.  It was dark, though there was a small light coming from a window far above where she could not ever reach.  The walls seemed to be made of thick stones and there was a heavy iron door a few feet in front of her.  Jason wasn’t there though, he wasn’t in the room, she didn’t understand.  Suddenly the door opened and she looked up and saw her mother’s green eyes.  Her panic grew again, how did she get here, was she captured too?  She had visited her often in Paris.  She was very vague about her job, and she knew it was probably sketchy, but could it be bad enough to be captured?

“Marinette, My Darling.  I apologize for your treatment, I did not realize that you were part of this.”

Talia rushed towards her daughter and unlocked the chains.  She was pulled into a tight hug that Marinette quickly returned.  After a few moments she pulled away but held her shoulders gently.

“I must show you something, come.”

Talia quickly stood and helped her daughter to her feet and walked swiftly through the calls of Nanda Parabat.

“What is mom?”

Talia smiled at that, she had always loved when her daughter called her that.

“It’s a surprise, My Flower.”

A few more twists though hallways and they stopped in front of a thick wooden door.

“I want you to meet someone.”

The door was pushed open and there sat a small baby in a crip with dark black hair, tanned skin, and dark green eyes.  Marinette gasped and covered her mouth,

“Meet your brother, Damian.”

Marinette slowly walked over and stared at Damian through the top of the crib.  He silently watched and studied her without making a sound.

“He’s about 3 months old.”

Talia said, smiling happily as she watched her daughter run her fingers through Damian’s small tresses of hair.  With a snap of her finger one of her shadows stepped next to her.

“Bring Jason.”

And with that order they were gone returning a few minutes later with a boy who was alive physically, but was mentally gone.  She could fix that though, it would be the last resort if all else failed, but she could fix it.  Marinette looked up when she heard Jason’s footsteps and her bright smile fell slightly into a small sad one.

“Jay-Jay.”

She whispered softly as she took slow steps towards the boy.  She quickly ran and hugged him again.  He no longer smelled like mud and he wasn’t wearing his suit, and he was….he was alive again!  Tears fell down her cheeks, because she missed him so much.

________

Marinette stayed with her mom in what she learned was Nanda Parabat.  She trained with Jason, but he was catatonic, just going through the motions blankly.  It worried her, especially as she watched her mother grow more anxious.  She cared for her little brother, and wondered if her dad knew, or if he would even care.  She often looked at Paris news for when she needed to go for Akuma attacks, but if her host parents even realized she was gone.  They hadn’t, nor had any of her “friends” apparently as they hadn’t sent her a single thing from the weeks she’s been gone.

Marinette knew that Nada Parabat wasn’t a good place, knew that the people were bad, knew that her grandfather was the head of it.  He didn’t seem to care who she was, he just thought she was some nurse for Damian, and she was thankful for that.  She knew that the Lazarus Pits were here, what they did, how they were made, how her grandfather used them for selfish purposes.  She didn’t do anything though, she was mad at her father for sending her away, mad that he adopted a bee kid only a year after he sent her away, mad that he never talked to her, mad that Dick never fought for her or looked for her, mad that Jason was forced to wake up and climb his way out of his grave only to be practically brain dead, mad that her classmates believed lies over her, mad that her host parents believed them and treated her like dirt or an invisible object meant to seen and not heard, mad that Chat Noir would leave her during battles because she didn’t return his affections, and mad that no one cared that she was gone!  So she trained as hard as she could, made sure that she perfected everything her mother threw at her.  Took care of her family and made sure they knew how thankful she was for them and loved them.  Then when she finally got a text from someone it was insults for being a horrible person and hurting Lila when she hadn’t been there for weeks!

She threw her phone at the wall and the crack echoed around the room.  Her breathing was harsh and ragged and then the tears she had been holding back finally fell.  Sobs wracked her body as she bit her lip to keep silent.  She tried to take in deep shuddering breaths, but it was no use and the sobs came out.  Her knees felt weak and she crumpled to the ground.  The door burst open and she saw her mom there knife in hand looking around the room with swift deadly eyes.  When she didn’t see any visible threats she kneeled in front of her daughter and looked directly into her eyes.  Eyes a storming blue that flooded with tears and made her heart ache and her want to murder whoever made her precious daughter look so broken.

“My Flower, what’s wrong?”

“N-nobody cares ab-about me!  No one cares that I’m g-gone.  Everyb-body hates me, and I’m so tired of it!  I’ll n-never be enough for an-anybody and I’m t-trying so h-hard to do wh-what everyone needs or exp-ects me to be!”

Marinette stuttered out between sobs.  Talia glared at that and felt anger at Bruce.  She thought that he at least checked in with her every once in a while.  She had guessed wrong then.  She pulled her daughter into a hug and let her cry against her shoulder.

“Shh, shh.  It’s okay.  You are perfect the way you are Marinette.  You don’t have to prove anything to me.  You’re such a good sister, you train so hard, and you have so many amazing skills and talents.  You are enough, don’t let anyone say anything different.”

Marinette gripped onto her mom and they both just sat there in silence as Marinette finally just cried.  After who knows how long Marinette gently pushed away and looked her mom directly in the eyes with complete seriousness said,

“I want you to help me fake my death.  If everyone wants to pretend I’m gone or wants me to disappear, then fine.  I will.  I don’t want to be seen anymore.”

Talia stared at her daughter in shock for a moment then gave her a small smile.

“It will be done my dear, you will be free.”

“Thank you mom.”

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The Love We Give To You

Mominette Month 2021

Day 02: Signs of Affection

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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Day 2 was a lot of fun to write! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also, to make sure that no one is confused, I wanted to let you all know that this is not a continuation of Day 1.

It has been three months since Marinette married Bruce and became a part of the Wayne family. Bruce's and Marinette's had a great relationship. Bruce showed affection through cuddles and kisses. Not that he would ever admit to doing it. Alfred and Marinette had bonded over their love of baking, cooking, and mother-henning the children. They showed their affection when they offered to help each other. Whether it be with work in the kitchen or little hobbies. All of the children loved Marinette and showed their affection for her in various ways.

Dick loved hugs. The moment he spotted Mari in the room, he would bound over to her, a smile on his face, and squeeze the life out of her. She would always let out one of her tinkling laughs in response before returning the enthusiastic hug.

Tim liked to give her hugs and kiss her cheek in greeting. But for him, it was more his actions than anything. He would get her a cup of coffee and then babble to her about really anything. In turn, Marinette would patiently listen, adding her input when necessary.

For Jason, he didn't appreciate physical affection as much as his other siblings, but he still would allow some of it, but only ever from Mari. Jason would show his appreciation for Mari every time he helped her out with whatever she was doing. He would sometimes talk about he was feeling also. But his favorite part would be when Mari would indulge in his thrill-seeking activities with him. He loved that she didn't try to change anything about him, and he always did the same for her. He even tried to make a leather jacket with her help.

Cass liked connecting with people on a soulful level. So she would usually sit by Mari when she was designing something and meditate or even only watch her work. They would also meditate together at times. Due to Cass being born into the League of Shadows, she found a lot of physical affection to be strange. But she sometimes did hug Mari.

Stephanie was as enthusiastic with her affection as Dick was. She would bounce over and hug Mari every time she entered the room. She would also constantly cling to Mari and would urge her to make waffles with her.

All of Mari's new children showed her different signs of affection except for Damian. She didn't think that Damian should be as blatant with his love for her, but she wanted even the slightest bit of confirmation that he loved her.

A Week Later

Damian flopped down onto his bed in misery. He had just witnessed another hug session between Dick and Mari. Damian wanted that same love, but he was confused about what to do. He felt like he was betraying his birth mother by trying to show Mari love, even if Talia wasn't the best mother ever. Besides, why would Mari even want a former assassin child as her kid? She's probably happy with the rest of them. At least they were somewhat ordinary. Even Cass, the only other one that had only ever been an assassin, was a lot more passive than him.

He continued to mope about his problems before he suddenly had an epiphany! What if he tested her? He needed to make sure that she was worth loving. And so, the next day, when everyone but Marinette, Alfred, and himself was out of the house, he went to the Batcave. He then started sparring against some dummies. He was hoping that Mari would attempt to bond with him and offer to spar with him. And sure enough, after a few minutes of sparring on his own, a melodic voice behind him called, "Damian? Why are you sparring on your own?"

Damian, in turn, replied, "I had nothing better to do. Would you like to join me? I could teach you."

He watched as her face lit up with unspoken happiness before she stepped onto the mat. They both positioned themselves into a starting position for the spar. He then counted them down, "Three, two, one, go!"

He had barely uttered the words before Mari ducked down low, whipped her leg out, and swung it towards him, hooking the back of his ankle with her foot. The action resulted in him falling to the floor. He quickly jumped up and kicked her leg from behind, causing her to hit the ground. Before he could tackle her, she rolled on the ground and jumped up, punching him as she went. He quickly recovered from the hit and followed with his own, which she caught and flipped him over, putting him back on the floor once more. Before he even got the chance to try and get up, she clambered over him, putting him into an armbar hold. And with that, Mari had officially won the spar.

Damian stared at her in awe as she climbed off him, beaming in excitement. Mistaking his silence and awe for embarrassment and hostility, Marinette frantically tried to make him feel better, "I am so sorry, Damian! I didn't mean to be so aggressive! I know that you wanted to teach me, but I already knew how to fight! But I thought that I would pretend that I didn't! But you were giving me a challenge, and I accidentally started treating it as a real fight! You are an amazing fighter! I am so, so sorry–"

Before she could continue with her spiel, Damian interrupted her with a whisper, "You're awesome." Realizing what he said, he ducked his head, attempting to hide the blush that had made its way onto his cheeks. He quickly gave Mari a tight-lipped smile before running to his room, ignoring Alfred's questioning gaze. He had to think. Right now!

He quickly slammed the door and leaned his head against it. Okay. Things that he had learned today. Number one, Mari knew how to fight. Number two, She knew how to fight very well. Number three, Marinette was awesome. Number four, she was much better than his mother could ever hope to be. And number five, he wanted Mari to be his mom! And he knew how to do it.

Two Weeks Later

It had been two weeks since the spar between Mari and Damian, and much had changed since then. And everyone in the family knew it. But no one, except for Marinette and Damian, knew why.

The first thing that changed was Damian's attitude towards Marinette. Before, he would try his best to never be in the presence of his stepmother. But now, he didn't mind. Everyone could tell that he would try to delay his time spent with her. Not many people would realize it, but the Wayne family wasn't just everybody.

What changed next was how he responded to her words. Before, he would roll his eyes, ignore her, or huff. But now, he would still grumble, but it was always half-heartedly. And one time, they caught him smiling at Mari. The dramatic gasp that Dick let out didn't help anyone in figuring out what was going on.

Then he started doing little things, like pecking her cheek before he left for school. He would smile at her, give her a tiny compliment, paint while she designed. They were such small actions, but every time Damian did them, Marinette's heart swelled with happiness. She was in disbelief that Damian was showing his love for her! Yes, he wasn't as blatant about it as his siblings, but he still did it, and that made her all the happier.

But the day that things finally changed completely was when Damian Al-Ghul Wayne walked up to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and cuddled her. It was an ordinary Saturday. Everyone was up early except for Damian. But then Damian came in yawning and looked around. He saw Mari sitting on the couch stitching something. Damian trudged over to her and sat down next to her. He put his legs up on the couch and buried his face into her chest. Marinette smiled gently at his actions and put down her sewing things before putting her arms around him. She then started stroking his hair, and as if he was part cat, he preened at the attention and pressed his head to her hand in want of more strokes. Damian then mumbled, almost incoherently, "I love you, Ummi. You're amazing."

Marinette stopped stroking his hair in shock, and Damian looked to her worriedly, thinking that she was mad with his declaration. But instead, her face broke into a huge smile, and she hugged him tightly, breathing out, "I love you too, Dami."

All while this was happening, the rest of the Wayne family looked at the pair in awe. Finally, Jason spoke, breaking everyone out of their stares, "When did this happen?! And what did happen?!"

Damian looked over at Jason with a scowl and said, "I found out two weeks ago that Ummi is amazing. She beat me in a spar. Now, she's my Ummi, and none of you imbeciles can take her away from me!"

Everyone except the pair continued to be bewildered over the situation. That was when Dick spoke up, "Ummi?"

Damian looked ready to murderer them for not allowing him to cuddle with his Ummi, but all the same, he replied, "I heard a lot of children call their mothers 'Ummi' in the league, or at least in private. But Mother never permitted me to do the same, alone or in public. She said that I was the heir of the league and should, therefore, be as nonsensical as possible. But now that I have Mari, I finally have someone to call Ummi."

By the end of his speech, Marinette looked to be close to tears, and everyone else was looking at him in surprise. Marinette started clinging onto him, whispering, "I love you so much, mon cheri. I'll always be there for you."

Damian blinked back tears and clung back, saying, "I know you will. I am your favorite anyways." When Damian saw his siblings realize what he said, he jumped off his Ummi's lap and ran out of the room. Behind him, a herd of footsteps was heard, along with shouting from each of the children (except Cass). Each of them trying to convince him as to why he was wrong and why they were the favorite.

Back in the living room, Alfred had left to give Marinette and Bruce some alone time. Marinette beckoned Bruce over to sit beside her. She pecked his mouth before seeing the adoring stare. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "And what is it that you are staring at?"

Bruce pulled her closer, inhaling her jasmine scent, and mumbled, "Oh, nothing. Just looking at my beautiful wife that I can't believe I managed to marry."

Marinette flushed a deep red before punching his arm, "Sap."

"Your sap," he retorted back.

"Yes, my sap," she whispered before giving him a deep kiss.

As Bruce pulled away from her, he mumbled against her lips, "Besides, we all know I'm your favorite."

Marinette smirked before saying, "Oh, I don't know. Your son seems to be just as charismatic as you."

"Exactly–," Bruce started saying before he realized what she said. "Hey! Come back here you!" Marinette giggled as he chased after her trying to tickle her.

The rest of the family came into the room, trying to find the cause of the noise. But they stopped at the scene of their parents laughing together on the ground. Dick then yelled, "Cuddle time," and jumped onto his parents, the rest of the kids, even Alfred joining.

As they all laughed together, Marinette looked at every member of her new family. They were all so different, and that was what made them unique. Even their signs of affection were unique to themselves. But at the end of the day, she knew that they loved her and that she loved them. And that was all that mattered.

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Day 2 is done! And on time! I wonder how long that'll last!

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