#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

[hello-eden]

Never Wish On A Star

I rewrote this post. It is my post and It is still a prompt post so if anyone wants to add on you can.

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Just walking up to the barrier was unsettling.

When they got word that Talia had been hit they were very concerned. Fantasy worlds self-contained to one's most desires always end badly. For most Heroes it ends up confronting some unresolved trauma they had no idea an assassin would react to. 

The tinted green bubble that seems to take over the forest was high on the priority list after the villain had been detained.

When red robin and batman went in there seemed to be nothing other than what seemed to be abandoned buildings on a well paved Road with the exception of one building.

the lights were on and there seemed to be balloons on the stairs railings leading up to the house.  The light coming out the windows had the same settling green as the bubble they walked into. The heroes opened and walked through the door.

Tim and Bruce had no idea what they were expecting when they walked through the door. The second they stepped through the door they're outfits changed Bruce's changed from his hero suit to a suit that he would wear to a business meeting. Tim’s changed from his red Robin suit to his office attire.

 It was a normal entryway with shoes and coats splattered down the walkway. There were photos hung up on the walls that seem to contain both people they knew and didn't. They even recognize themselves in some of the pictures. a wedding photo between talia and bruce and a photo of what looks like tims high school graduation.

The two walked through the entryway to the living room. they were variance people they knew and didn't on that couch.

Jason was leaning over Damian's shoulder looking at him playing a video game on his switch.

Stephanie with Cass beside her was chatting with a redhead that Tim almost thought was Barbara till he took a second look.

Barbara was on the other couch seeming to be laughing at Dick as he entertained two toddlers.

Talia was in the middle of a conversation with a man with a red beanie as well as a woman with dark hair. Taila looked up when they came in with an expression they had never seen on her face before.

“It seems you were the last to arrive.” Talia said with a raised eyebrow

“Sorry, the meeting ran late” involuntarily came out of Bruce's throat.

The two toddlers that Dick was entertaining ran up to Bruce babbling as they made a motion to be picked up.

Talia came up to Tim pressing a hand to the side of his face as she spoke. ” I hope the meeting was worth it.” her thumb moving up and down on his cheek ”You almost missed cake.”

 “Mom, you know I needed to be there”  involuntarily came out of his throat. Panic set in as he realized what he called her and what exactly that meant. She either ignored or didn't see the panic in his eyes and kissed his forehead. “I know I know but I still remember your first meeting when you complained and complained about all the boring adult things”.

she turned to Bruce taking one of the toddlers out of his arms and giving him a light kiss. “You are lucky that's twins wanted you to be here to sing happy birthday or else you would have missed the cake.”

“ Why thank you for waiting,” Bruce says to the children. looking at himself mirrored back in their features. He tries very hard not to think of the implications of the fact that his family is there and not Ras. 

If she wanted this so badly why did she say no when he asked?

[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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Thank you for the request! My ask box is opened if you have a request!

[harpersdragons]

Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd Chapter 2

When Alfred heard the knock on the front door (or more accurately, saw the message from the security system, given he was in the cave running comms), he can safely say a child was not what he expected.

Certainly not a child dressed in League robes, demanding to see Bruce Wayne.

The child, Damian Al Ghul-Wayne—and isn’t that comforting, knowing his pseudo-son slept with the heiress to an assassin cult—apparently, handed over two letters.

One had his own name written in a—entirely too familiar—messy scrawl.

The other had Master Bruce’s name in an elegant script.

Alfred accepts the two letters, tucking them into his waist coat, and leads Damian into the main sitting room.

“Would you like something to drink?”

”A chai would be satisfactory, Pennyworth.” Damian says haughtily, but his voice wavers slightly.

”I will get that started, then.” He heads off to the kitchen.

Once he has the kettle started, he pulls out the letter with his own name on it.

Alfred reads the letter 3 times, and still doesn’t believe the words he reads, or the DNA test included at the back.

DNA tests can be faked, he knows that.

But—

But if Jason is alive, how did they miss that?

How did the League get him?

Jason’s alive, and he brought Bruce another child.

Jason is alive

The kettle’s whistling shocks him out of the stupor he was in, and he sets about making the Chai for their newest family member.

Unconfirmed family member.

Still reeling from—supposedly—Jason’s letter, Alfred walks back to Damian in a dazed state. Once he sets the tea in front of the child, he sends a message to the family to get back home.

”Will you be needing anything else?”

”No, that’s all.”

Alfred hums and settles in to wait. He’d like to go down to the cave and be there when the family gets back—just to ensure there are no new injuries—but he can’t very well leave the child alone, and he can’t take him into the cave either.

He can’t help but mark similarities between his pseudo-son and apparent grandchild.

Even the way they sit is similar, or at least Damian is sitting in a way reminiscent of a young Bruce.

Having children of his own seems to have taught him to relax a bit more, but Damian is sitting perfectly poised on the edge of the seat.

They have the same strong cheekbones and nose, even the scowl etched on the child’s face is the same.

Alfred is startled out of his thoughts—again—by a knife hurtling across the room.

Master Dick catches the knife, looking confusedly from the child on the couch to Alfred.

”B! Why the fu—“ He catches himself before finishing, “Why is there another child on the couch? I swear you have an adoption problem!”

”What child? I didn’t get another child.” Bruce’s voice echoes down the hallway.

”Well then how do you explain the toddler on the couch?” Master Tim deadpans.

”Excuse you, plebeian, I am not a toddler!”

”Bruce the child speaks. That’s it, I’m going to my room.” Master Tim turns towards the foyer, but Master Dick grabs him by the shoulder.

“Nope. If I have to deal with this, so do you. Go sit down.”

”He threw a knife at you! I don’t want to be in the same room as him.”

”You act as if that isn’t a normal night for us.”

Their bickering is interrupted by Master Bruce finally entering and clearing his throat.

”Alfred?”

”Master Damian, here, showed up on our doorstep roughly an hour ago. He claims to be your biological son. With Talia Al Ghul.”

“Oh great, now he’s stealing my thing.” Master Tim mutters, plopping onto the chair farthest from Damian.

Alfred pulls out the other letter and hands it to Mast Bruce, “He gave me this, and said it was for your eyes only.”

”Hn,”

Master Bruce flips through the, admittedly very long, letter. “How did you get here, Damian?”

”Obviously, I took a plane.”

”…Were you flying it?”

“Of course not. I am much too short to see over the nose.”

”Right…So who was flying the plane? And where did they land it?”

”We landed outside of Gotham.”

Bruce sighs heavily.

”B, you’re obviously not getting any more information out of him, just go run the DNA test you’re so obviously dying to run,” Tim sounded exhausted and Alfred made a mental note to make each of them something of good protein in the morning.

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Bruce is pretty sure his heart stopped briefly when Alfred said Damian is his biological son.

Reading through the letter didn’t make it any clearer, though he did find DNA test results included.

Not that he trusts them, this is Talia they’re talking about.

“Alright, Damian, let’s go do a DNA test.” He holds his hand out, but Damian just stalks past him with his head high. Bruce suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. The kid is Talia’s, no question.

“Alfred, would you mind preparing a room? Dick, you’re free to go to your own apartment if you wish, just let Alfred check you over first, since we skipped post patrol checks. Although I would prefer it if you stayed the night.”

”Yeah, yeah, I know the drill, B.” Dick answers.

”I’m serious. Let Alfred check you out.”

”I will. Geez, you hide a broken rib one time. Goddamn.”

”And it won’t ever happen again.”

“I’ll be upstairs, B.” Tim heads upstairs, leaving Bruce with Damian.

He leads the (his?) kid down to the cave and starts preparing the DNA test. Damian is pretty cooperative with the whole process, if huffing and glaring at him is considered cooperative.

Once the DNA testing is complete, Bruce escorts Damian upstairs again.

“Here is your room, if you need me at any time, my door will always be open.”

It was a policy he made for himself when Dick moved in, his bedroom door is always at least cracked open, so his kids know they can always come in.

”I'm sure I will be fine.”

“Right, well, goodnight. I’m glad you’re here, Damian.”

Alfred is waiting on him when he gets to his room, and gestures for him to sit with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m fine, Alfred, promise.”

”I don’t know why you believe you can get away with things your kids cannot.”

”I’m an adult!”

”And maybe I will believe that when you are not dressing in leather and Kevlar and taking your issues out on criminals. Besides, you have hidden three times as many injuries as your children have, only for me to realize when you pass out at the table.”

Bruce grumbles, but sits and lets Alfred prod his ribs and make sure nothing is injured.

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In the morning, Bruce walks into the kitchen to see Damian perched on a chair watching Alfred.

“Good morning.” Bruce grumbles at Damian and Alfred as he enters.

“Tt. It is hardly morning now. Do you always sleep so late?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much. We’re always up really late.”

“Tt.”

Eventually Dick and Tim come in, and Alfred lays breakfast out.

“We will need to go to the store, as even Master Dick’s old clothing would be too big for Master Damian.” Alfred announces after they finish eating.

“Right, who wants to go with me?”

Both boys glance at each other and slowly back out of the room.

“Looks like both of you are going, thanks for volunteering!”

“Hey…y’know, I’ve got to get back to Blud, gymnastics classes and all that.” Dick starts backing up faster, making it about halfway down the hallway.

“Yeah, and I’ve got school!”

“Guys, it’s Saturday. Dick, I know you don’t work weekends, so don’t even start.”

“I could still have homework!”

“You’re three weeks ahead of your class. We’re all going.”

“I’ll get the car, Master Bruce.” Alfred brushes past them.

Both the boys groan, but accept their fate.

“I do not see what the problem is.” Damian pipes up from where he’d been watching their arguments.

No one seemed particularly eager to explain, considering the main problem was being recognized in public. Neither Dick nor Bruce wanted to deal with their public personas, and Tim doesn’t like the attention. Thankfully, Alfred came and let them know the car was out front, and saved them from having to explain.

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Jason was…adjusting. After so long with the league, caring for Damian, being on his own is shocking. Not to mention his plan was torn apart. With the clown dead, most of his goals were completed.

He’s spent the last couple days trying to come up with a new plan. The best way to help Crime Alley is still to fight fire with fire, so to speak, so he still needs to find a way to take over the drug trade.

But without trying to draw Jo—him, out, Jason doesn’t really want to call himself Red Hood.

He needs a new name.

Robin was taken from him, and it’s not like he really wants that back anyway (he needs pants, thank you very much).

Maybe Phoenix?

Flame bird? But he doesn’t want to be associated with Nightwing, and although the Kryptonian legend may not be widespread knowledge, he would know, and the Justice league would know, and that’s enough.

But is Phoenix intimidating enough to warrant the fear he would need to be a crime lord?

He’ll have to think about that a bit more.

In the meantime, he can still get started.

So he does.

He spends the next two weeks with his hostile takeover of the drug trade.

Cut off a few heads here, shoot a couple of rule breakers there, he’s had a good few weeks.

If only he could stop thinking about Damian, and whether or not he was happy at Wayne Manor.

He did decide to go with Phoenix, the first time someone had asked who he is, it was the first name that popped into his head.

His outfit is a little different than originally planned too, he’d scrapped the helmet and instead opted for a hood and half cape.

His chestplate is a dark gray, same as his cargo pants, and the maroon half cap drapes across one shoulder.

His guns are in holsters on his thighs, and two swords cross behind his back.

He was doing well not thinking of Damian, until the tabloids announced the new Wayne Heir.

There was a picture of Damian filling half the page, the 6 year old scowling at the camera.

He should check on the kid. Bruce isn’t always the most available father around.

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Living with a six year old has been an adjustment for everyone, and on top of that there’s a new player taking over the drug trade in Crime Alley.

Bruce has been so preoccupied trying to find information on Phoenix, he almost forgets his newest son is upstairs with the rest, until Tim and Damian come running by him. Bruce spins in the chair, watching as Damian chases Tim.

“Damian, what do you have?” He calls out, as Tim ducks around a wall.

“Are you blind? Obviously I have a knife.” Damian doesn’t look at Bruce, aiming to close the distance between him and Tim’s hiding place.

Bruce jumps out of his chair and scoops Damian up, flinching a little as the child stabs him in the arm.

“Damian!” Bruce yells, “We do not stab people!”

“Speak for yourself, I was raised to stab people.” Damian pouts at him.

Bruce raises an unimpressed eyebrow, setting Damian down in the med bay. “Stay.” He grabs a gauze pad, pressing it against his stab wound. “Tim, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. He did cut me a bit, though.” Tim steps out from around the corner.

“Ok, come here, I’ll patch you up.” He sighs. He ties off the bandage on his own arm, opting to help Tim first. Damian glares as his brother enters the room. “Damian, go to your room. We’ll talk later.”

“But—” Damian protests.

“No arguments. Upstairs.” Bruce turns back to Tim examining the cut on his face and the one on his leg. “How’d he even get your face?”

“We were on the couch and he pulled a knife out of nowhere. He’s really fast.”

Bruce sighs as he cleans the cuts. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?”

“You’re lucky neither of these need stitches. And no, I’m merely asking a question.” Bruce puts butterfly bandages on both cuts and pats Tim’s good leg to let him know he’s good.

Tim hops off, “I was just asking about his life in the league! I didn’t expect him to just pull a knife!”

“Bud, I’m sure being reminded of the home he had to leave behind is a sensitive subject.”

“And so he’s allowed to chase me with a knife?”

“No, and I'm going to talk to him about that.”

Tim huffs and stomps upstairs. Bruce sighs heavily as he finishes cleaning and stitching his own arm up.

Bruce eventually makes his way upstairs, finding soft lights on in Damian’s bedroom.

He gently knocks on the door, and slowly opens it.

“Damian?” He finds the boy wide awake, reading a book in his bed, Pride and Prejudice.

He looks up at Bruce and closes the book, setting it aside. “Yes, Father?”

Bruce sighs, walking over to the bed. “You can’t just stab your brothers everytime they make you upset. This isn’t the League, son.”

Damian scowls. “He insinuated Mother is a whore.”

“Language. I don’t even know how you know that word, but we don’t say things like that.”

“What would you rather me say? Harlot? Bitch—“

“Definitely not the last one.” Bruce drags a hand down his face. “No matter what Tim said, or insinuated, you can’t escalate to physical violence. Talk things out, or come get me or Alfred.”

“I can handle my own problems—”

“See, but that’s the issue. If you ‘handle’ your problems by attempting to maim your brothers, then you can’t handle your own problems. I know how the league does things, but that’s not how this household works.”

“This household does not work.” Damian mutters under his breath.

Bruce flinches at the… was that sarcasm?

If he knew anything about the League, it’s that there were no bits of sarcasm, or humor, tolerated. It almost… reminds him of Jason.

“This household works. It might be out of sheer will, but it works.”

“If it worked, then perhaps you would have four sons instead of three.”

Bruce flinches again, this time more noticeably. No matter how long it’s been, the reminder of his failure will always sting. He failed his son, and he will feel the crushing weight of that guilt for the rest of his life.

“How do you even—” Bruce pauses, taking a breath. “Not the point. Do not stab, slash, or otherwise attempt to maim your brothers. You’re grounded for two weeks. And go to sleep, it’s late.”

Damian rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything else. Bruce takes it as his cue to leave, flicking the lamp off and grabbing Damian’s book as he leaves.

Once in his own room, Bruce looks at the book in his hands.

Jason’s favorite, a book he’d read countless times during the short time he lived with Bruce.

Bruce sits on the edge of his bed and flips through the pages.

His heart stutters as he catches sight of the annotations in the margins.

In a familiar handwriting.

His breath catches in his throat, and he runs a finger down the messy writing.

There’s no way, this can’t be Jason’s copy.

Jason’s copy was lost in Ethiopia, he’d taken it with him and stashed it somewhere. Bruce had never found out where.

Unless he’d just hid it in the manor, which was a possibility. Bruce never messed with Jason’s room, he had promised Jason he would never touch or move his stuff without permission.

But he could have sworn he’d locked that door, and Damian is too short to reach the lock and pick it.

He flips back to the front, and his hand flies to his face as he reads the inscription in the cover.

The same one he’d written there, just before Jason’s 13th birthday, when he’d gifted the boy this copy of the book.

But why did Damian have it?

How did Damian have it?

Before he knew it, Bruce feels tears streaming down his face, and he quickly bats them away.

It’s just a book

Bruce shakes himself out of his spiral, and sets the book on the nightstand. He can’t stop thinking about it though, even as he drifts to sleep.

[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.

[faeriekit]

tw: child death, baby death, chronic illness, grief, medical stuff etc. (it ends fine but we get into heavy topics)

Damian was an active, if sweet little boy. He wanted Alfred to inspect every one of his soft animals Bruce had given him upon his arrival to their new home every time Alfred went to wake him in the morning, and would hold them up for the butler to view them properly. He had particular favorites of meals (NOT carrots), activities (anything to do with Ace) and caregivers (Alfred). He agreed to be carried only so long that he could engage with whatever Bruce was up to at the time; otherwise, it would be demanded that Bruce would put him down for him to roam around Bruce's office to dislodge his many valuable knickknacks. Bruce loved his son more than he loved himself.

Danyal, on the other hand...

"It'll be alright," Bruce reassured the boy, whose fingers were still shoved in his mouth. The boy's big, blue eyes stared up at him with a solemnity that worried his father. Leslie had implied that Dany should have been beyond that self-soothing stage already, at the age of two, where his brother was already independent and almost social; Dany, however, seemed loathe to walk, and gestured to be carried often, and sucked on his fingers and rarely spoke.

Bruce clamped down on the diagnosis balled up in his fist.

Congenital heart defect. There was no easy solution.

(Bruce wasn't sure who, exactly, the reassurances were for.)

"We'll figure it out, buddy," Bruce whispered, bouncing his son ever so slightly. The boy's gaze hardly budged from his father's face. "We're very lucky; there are good doctors in Gotham. Some of them even knew your grandfather. Have I shown you your grandfather's portrait...? He was a doctor downtown, so he could help people. The last time I saw him, I wasn't that much other than you..."

Damian always wanted to hop, run, swing sticks in the yard, be tugged around by Ace or tug on the dog's tail when he wasn't willing to play with the human puppy any longer. Dany grew nervous the more active he got; when Damian tried to coerce his twin into play, Dany resolutely ignored him.

It was probably for the best. It was always terrifying.

The lethargy made the boy ever-so-patient when Bruce went to introduce his son to Bruce's long-gone father's portrait, but...Bruce would rather have a healthy, happy son than a quiet one.

If it was possible.

When it was possible.

...Seeing Damian so young, so happy, and so free from the League and its expectations made Bruce want to cry, some days. Someday soon, all his children would be home in some manner or another. Dick. Jason. Cass. Stephanie. Barbara, if she was willing to follow the same path as her previous life. Tim. Even Duke, if only in passing— unless Bruce was doomed to fail the boy's parents in this new chance at life.

Danyal may or may not be there on that future day to see it: the house filled with joy, laughter, and family.

The fear tightened around Bruce like a noose.

*

The first surgery went okay.

Some doctor of Ra's had already inserted a shunt into his little boy at some point after his birth; it increased the amount of oxygen Dany could receive from his heart's fruitless pumping to his lungs, but eventually the shunt would need to be replaced with actual surgical repair to his boy's heart.

Dany went under. Alfred had to stop Bruce from storming into the OR at random intervals throughout the procedure.

Damian didn't understand the change in the routine or where his brother had gone over several nights, and often looked for Dany in his room, but Dany lay lethargically in his hospital bed, patient and drowsy-eyed.

He asked for the constellation encyclopedia the most out of all the titles Alfred had packed. Bruce began to memorize the articles within.

And then came the complications.

...And then came the second surgery.

*

Damian didn't know where Dany had gone.

Bruce didn't know how to explain it to him. Did Talia's family hold burials? Did they burn pyres? Were they simply submerged into the Lazarus Pit beneath her father's feet? Bruce realized that he didn't know. He didn't know how to tell Damian where Dany had gone, only that Dany wouldn't be coming back.

Damian threw a fit. It was developmentally appropriate for his age, no matter how much it hurt to watch his son rage. He couldn't understand. Bruce could hardly understand; how could this happen? How could it have happened to Dany? Dany hadn't deserved this. Damian didn't deserve to lose his brother.

Bruce dialed for a pediatric therapist, but no matter how reasonably Alfred begged, he didn't call one for himself.

*

"Baba?"

Bruce was dreaming. He had to be.

"Dany," he whispered. It was night. He was asleep, in bed— and was more exhausted than he thought, if he was already imagining the voice of his dead son. "Dany, aren't you sleeping?"

There were little hands on his bedspread. Dany had never been willing to climb anything; this was a new dream, then, if Bruce was imaging things Dany might have done if he were well. "M' scared. Iss lone'y."

Bruce's heart cracked. Yes. He could imagine that Dany was lonely, out in the family cemetery out back. Still... "Your grandparents aren't keeping you company?" Dany wasn't alone out there. Bruce never would have done that to him.

Dany's fragile little form popped over the side of Bruce's king-size bed, hair aglow with moonlight, eyes a lazarus green. Still, though, he looked like Bruce's baby. How could Bruce not recognize him, even if he came in a different form than usual?

"S' too kwiet." Dany's voice was a whisper— the rough little thing that children do, when they aren't old enough to be quiet yet. Tears pricked at the corners of Bruce's eyes.

"Okay." Bruce had done this routine a thousand times, even with children he had yet to meet: he opened the covers up to the ghost of his son, and Dany crawled right into the warm space left for him by his father.

The little yawn in his ear broke Bruce's heart. He wouldn't have this in the morning. Damian deserved to be more than a vessel for his father's grief, so Bruce would sit up, alone, until the worst of this had passed.

Sleep. Bruce closed his eyes. This dream, too would pass. So would his grief. So would this night.

...But when sunlight woke him at six in the morning, as it had the morning before, there was a black-haired boy in Bruce's arms, his irregular heartbeat and little breaths entirely audible to Bruce's ears.

I have seen batfam fics and ideas where time traveling Bruce gets the kids earlier and stops all the bad things from happening to them. But I can't help but want to combine this with the DCXDP demon twins AU.

Imagine time traveler Bruce showing up at the league of assassins years early demanding his son... Only for two children to come out. Now he is forced to learn he had another son no one told him about. He has no clue what happened to Danny in the original timeline, only that it must have been bad for Damian to have never mentioned it.

[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.

[cjsmalley]

Another Childhood Mishap:

Bruce was in a meeting when he got the call.

He stepped out and answered, “Tim?”

“Heads up,” his son said, “Damian has appendicitis; he’s going into surgery soon.”

Bruce started power-walking, calling for his PA to reschedule the rest of his meetings for the day, including the one he just walked out on.

He made his way to his car, saying, “Status?”

“Stomach pain started at approximately eight this morning Realms’ Time—”

So, about six forty-five Gotham side. It was twelve thirty.

“—diagnosed at approximately ten Realms Time.”

Bruce made it to his car, “The family?”

“All Phantoms, Fentons, and Mansons have been recalled for support,” Tim reported, “Dick and Jason are returning to the Manor; Clark, Kon, and Jon are flying in. Danny is willing to allow us to the Palace if we want.”

“Yes,” Bruce pulled from the parking lot.

“Alfred’s already there,” Tim continued.

Within the hour, having broken several traffic laws, Bruce was pulling up to the Manor.

A green portal greeted him; he dove into it, rolling to his feet in the Palace.

“They just took him in,” Danny greeted, looking every inch the worried parent. Sam looked much the same from where she held Anakin.

“It hasn’t ruptured yet,” Sam added.

Bruce let out a sigh of relief at that; they caught it early and in time.

Then it was a waiting game.

It must have gone well because soon Frostbite was standing before them, “Great One, your son is safe and resting comfortably. He may be moved to his rooms as soon as he wakes properly.”

Danny grinned along with everyone else, relief in every feature, “Thank you, Frostbite.”

Everyone echoed his words.

Frostbite turned to Bruce, “Mister Wayne, you are the biological father of Damian, are you not?”

“I am,” Bruce nodded.

“I must warn you, Damian’s appendicitis seemed to have a genetic component. We are running tests just in case.”

“I see, thank you.”

Bruce made a mental note; he still had his appendix, but he wasn’t sure if Talia did. The medical records he had for her were rather incomplete and riddled with holes of stuff even she hadn’t known.

To say nothing of his parents or Ra’s.

Dammit.

Wished Away 6:

Summers Meets Summers:

Danny stepped through the portal, arms cradling a baby.

“Uncle Danny?” Dawn started.

“Dawn, this isn’t for you,” Danny assured, before looking to the assembled Scoobies, “Scoobies, meet Hope Summers—well, that’s an alias. It’s not safe for her in her dimension.”

“Wait, Summers,” Xander said slowly, eyes wide, “like X-men Summers? Mutant Summers?”

“She’s supposedly the mutant messiah,” Danny said in hushed tones, “every anti-mutant asshole’s after her. Clockwork pulled her right after her family was decimated because of those assholes. Me and Sam would take her on but we’ve already got Anakin.”

“We’ll pass her off as a cousin,” Buffy declared after a quick silent conversation with Spike, “family problems. Me and Dawn are her only other family. Xander, we need your comic knowledge. Giles, Anya, Willow, Tara, your magic knowhow. Danny—Your Majesty—”

“I’ll be point of contact for her dimension, and I’ll fund her stay here,” Danny interjected.

Another portal opened and a stream of ghosts came flowing out; they were carting baby gear.

Danny smiled widely at everyone’s shock, “We weren’t just gonna hand you a baby and run. Everything you need, you just need to buy the formula, diapers, and such. Come here, Buffy.”

Buffy took Hope carefully; she had held babies before, mostly Phantom children, but never one so…young.

Then she blanched, “Holy hell, Spike! We have a kid now!”

The vampire went bone white.

“Congrats,” Danny said, grinning widely and with too many teeth to pass as human.

“You’re sure you cannot rear her yourself?” Giles asked.

Danny shook his head, “No, we have…Anakin might be subject to a Prophecy about being the Chosen One, Harry and Nev have a prophecy about either one being a Chosen One, Adrien is a Chosen One…in fact, only Damian doesn’t have some prophecy attached. That we know of. Even Dawn was gonna end the world. Plus Hope’s gonna be powerful; I don’t know how powerful but she will be powerful. We can’t risk her being ecto-contaminated either.”

“Damn,” Xander muttered.

“We’d take her in,” Danny assured, “if we could; but we really can’t.”

“What if the placement falls through?” Anya asked.

“Then we ask Damian’s bio-father to either take her or help place her in his dimension. If he can’t help, either the Potters or Longbottoms take her, if not them then the Fenton-Chengs, my eldest son and his wife. You’re our first choice but not last resort. You were chosen because we hope the Hellmouth will help hide her. Pass her off as demon-touched or something once her powers start coming in. We hope there’s enough of a…a gulf between the two dimensions that nothing from hers can come after her.”

“We’ll take care of her.” Buffy promised.

[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"

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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