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saultnpeppah · 2 years ago

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Back to You CH 10

Family fun means snacks, roller coasters, and the spilling of secrets.

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May 20. 11:02. Great Adventures Amusement Park

"You son of a bitch. You parent trapped them."

I glance up at Jason, the grin on his face wide enough to tell me he would have done the same, before I shrug. "I did no such thing," I say, stepping closer to the couple in front of me.

Jason rolls his eyes and turns to Tim, who only lets out a small chuckle.

"Cool it, guys," Dick says from behind me, nudging my shoulder, telling me to move up to the gate.

After ditching Mom and Dad, we had all gone to one of the roller coasters they had been dying to take me to. It was a wooden coaster, and although it was smaller than most of the others we had seen coming in, it had been thrilling. I can't remember the last time my heart felt like it was going to fall out of my mouth, but I couldn't wait to do it again. After the wooden coaster, Damian and Jon decided they wanted to get on a few other rides on the other end of the park, so they had split and left the remaining four of us to check out a ride that had been added three years ago.

"I bet they're just standing around awkwardly," Tim says with a smirk.

Jason walks up to the gate in the line beside mine and Dick and shakes his head. "No, I bet Diana's convinced Bruce to go on at least one ride."

No one has a chance to comment at what Jason has said as our empty train comes to a stop in front of us. The gates open and the four of us walk to our seats, carefully pulling our harnesses over our shoulders, before buckling the straps between our legs.

Dick extends his arm and pushes my harness down, making sure it clicks one more time, before he relaxes in his seat. He did this on the last ride, making sure to check my buckle before we took off, and I'm sure he'll be doing it for the rest of the day. It's one of the reasons I love having him as my older brother. He's protective; I only hope it doesn't come up to bite me when I'm older.

"You ready, kid?" Jason asks from his seat behind me.

With the harness around my shoulders, I can't turn to face him. Instead I flash him a thumbs up as we hear the breaks release, letting us roll to the bottom of the large hill. We begin to climb up the track, my heart beating faster and faster as I anticipate the drop. Higher and higher we go, stopping at the top for a second, before we rush down the track.

The feeling that settles into my stomach is awkward at first, but the more I feel the wind rushing through my hair, the more I like it. I let out an excited scream as we dip into a tunnel. My eyes shut as we go through a loop. It isn't long before we pull back to where we started and we hear the breaks lock back into place. Our harnesses release and in one swift movement, I unbuckle the strap between my legs and jump up and out of my seat, scrambling to the exit, ready to ride another one.

"Wait for us, kid," Jason calls as he rushes after me, pushing past me toward the exit. He wants to be the one to pick the next ride.

I run after Jason, a big smile on my face. We make it to the center of the area and wait for Dick and Tim, both of them laughing at a joke neither Jason or I heard.

"Where to next?" Tim asks. He turns his head toward the snack cart near one of the trees, his mouth watering at the giant pretzels turning in the small heater.

Without looking Jason points his thumb behind him, a smirk on his face as he watches Dick's eyes get wide. "You've got to be kidding me," Dick says. We watch as Tim rushes toward the snack cart, leaving the three of us. Jason only shrugs and continues to smirk. "She can't ride that," Dick says.

Jason turns his neck and looks over his shoulder at the seats full of people that fly over our heads, their legs dangling as they rush through the track. When he looks back at me and Dick, his smirk grows wider. Out of the four of my brothers, he loves danger the most. He said it makes him feel alive, but I feel like there's more to that story than he's told me. "Of course she can," he says. "Unless, you're scared." He gives me a wink and I shake my head. I'm not scared.

"You're on," I say, punching Jason gently in the arm.

Tim joins the three of us. In one of his hands is a pretzel that already has two large bites, in the other is a soda. If he's going to eat right before we get on this ride, he better sit far away from us. I do not feel like being covered in puke at the start of our day.

"How dare you not bring any for us," Dick says. He crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a huff.

Tim only shrugs and takes another bite from his pretzel. "You have your own job," he says, his mouth full, "buy your own damn pretzel."

Dick rolls his eyes and turns to me and Jason. He gives us both a small nod and we turn toward the ride Jason has picked out. There is a small line, nothing like the last one we waited in, but it will still give Tim time to enjoy his snack. He teases the two other men as he shoves the last bite into his mouth, before he slurps up his soda and tosses his trash into one of the garbage cans placed throughout the line.

As we make our way through the line, stopping every few seconds, Jason looks up and growls. "Those bastards," he says as he scrunches his nose. He nods toward the people in front of us, his eyes settling on someone further ahead.

My eyes follow Jason's. A few people ahead of us are two men. They're faced away from us, but the obnoxious haircut is a dead giveaway to who one of the men are. Damian. That must mean the taller man next to him is Jon.

I watch as the line begins to move again. Damian and Jon turn the corner and walk down the line, their eyes widening when they stop right next to us. Dick leans against the bars that separate the four of us from Damian and Jon, his smirk directed more toward Jon than Damian. Everyone knows he has a crush on my brother, but Damian seems oblivious to it.

"Fancy meeting you here," Dick says. He reaches over and punches Damian in the shoulder.

Damian responds with a flash of his middle finger and a slap to Dick's chest. "Shut it," Damian says. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans up against the bar. "Is she even tall enough to get on here?" he asks when he sees me beside Tim.

My arms mimic his and cross over my chest. Of course I'm tall enough to get on. I'm not a baby, no matter what Mom, or Dad, or Dick, or even Damian think. "Can it," I say, sticking my tongue out at Damian.

He says nothing as he gives me a smirk. He loves to irritate me, when he's not giving me the silent treatment that is. It only adds to my suspicions that he hates me.

The line moves another few feet forcing Damian and Jon further ahead and away from us. Damian looks over Jon's shoulder and whispers something, his eyes never leaving mine. Jon only rolls his eyes and looks our way. He gives me a small apologetic smile. Damian may be his best friend, but Jon has voiced his disappointment in his treatment of me more than once.

My brothers and I move up the line, turning the corner where we first saw Damian and Jon. Dick looks down at me and nudges my shoulder. "Don't let him get to you," he whispers. "I think he's incapable of being nice."

Tim nods enthusiastically beside Dick. He's the one who spent the most time with Damian when they were younger. He knows how Damian thinks, how he works. It doesn't comfort me as much as they think, but I refuse to let Damian ruin my day.

We continue to walk down the line, hitting another curve. It's the last curve before we hit the large staircase that'll take us up to the loading dock. It isn't long before we're climbing up the stairs, overlooking everyone in the line behind us.

"We want the front!" Tim exclaims. He turns to me and must see my eyes wide. I may be adventurous, but I don't know if I can handle the front seat just yet.

Dick places his hand carefully on my shoulder and squeezes. "You two go ahead. We'll hang out in the middle. It's the best place anyway." I know he's lying, he's only saying that to make me feel better about not wanting to be seated in the front, but I don't care. Dick is always there to make me feel better, make sure I don't do something I can't take back. I don't know how, but I suspect he also knows the secret I've been keeping from the rest of the family, the secret only Alfred knows.

Jason and Tim give him a nod as we climb another two steps. Jason opens his mouth to respond to Dick, but stops when he sees something toward the end of the line. "Would you look at that," he says. He nudges his chin toward the start of the line and we all turn and look at what he's staring at.

Standing in the front of the line is none other than Mom and Dad, happily chatting and laughing. Dad is chewing on something. Judging from the same wrapper in his hands Tim had minutes earlier, I assume it's a pretzel. Mom is slowly drinking from a bottle of water. She nods at something Dad says and pushes her hair over her shoulder.

"It's working!" I exclaim. I turn to my brothers, a smile on my face. If Mom and Dad are riding roller coasters, laughing like good friends, maybe there's hope for them. Maybe, just maybe, I can change their minds about the divorce.

"What's working?" Dick asks. "Your plan to get them together?" He leans back against the wall, his eyes still locked on Mom and Dad.

I nod. I trust my brothers. I need to let them know everything I've been planning for the last year. I explain how Alfred and I came up with the idea of having Mom come pick me up, how I knew seeing each other would make Mom and Dad realize they were still in love with each other. I tell them about the divorce papers I found on Dad's desk. I don't tell them everything Alfred told me last night, about why they went their separate ways; it's not important right now.

By the time we reach the loading area, the four of us have agreed that we need to keep Mom and Dad together all day, hoping it'll force Dad to rethink the divorce papers. With their help, I know we'll be able to get them to see how much they truly love each other.

We reach the first ride attendant who stops the four of us to allow the line in front of us to clear a bit. When the next group of passengers get on and take off, the employee lets us pass. Tim and Jason split from me and Dick and trot to the longest line that will take them to the front row. Dick points to a line toward the middle and we make our way over. Over my shoulder I spot Damian and Jon a few rows over to the left. Damian stares at me, his eyebrows furrowed as he whispers something to Jon.

"Why does Damian hate me?"

The question startles Dick. He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath. "He doesn't," he lies. He doesn't convince me, and from the look on his face, I can see even he doesn't believe his own lie.

I shake my head and step forward when the couple at the gate jumps into their seats. "Why does Damian hate me?" I repeat.

Dick twists his lips and continues to stare at me. I'm almost convinced he's going to say nothing and brush off the question, when he lets out a sigh and shrugs his shoulders. "Damian and Diana were very close," he says. "When she left, he was devastated. Don't tell him I said this, but he cried for days when she left. I don't think he ever forgave her for leaving the way she did."

I try hard to keep my eyes from widening and nod my head. I knew Damian didn't like my mother, but I really had no clue why. Mom rarely spoke of him, even when I would catch her looking at the old photos I would sneak home, she refused to speak much of him. Although one time I overheard her talking to Antiope about "her son" and how she abandoned him, and for years I thought it was Tim she had been talking to. Maybe it was Damian after all. I never knew they were close.

"So he hates Mom," I say. It's not a question. Dick shrugs again. "Why does he take it out on me?"

Dick lets out another sigh, stepping up to the gate as the couple in front of us makes their way to their seats. He leans against the gate and takes a deep breath. "He's jealous of you," he says. "You get both Bruce and Diana. He only has Bruce, and most of the time he's too angry about Diana and his own mom that he gets into fights with Bruce for no reason."

I know I shouldn't ask. I know I should just take the answer Dick has given and go about my day, but I'm curious. Too curious, much like Alfred likes to remind me. Everyone at the manor keeps quiet when it comes to Damian's mother. I don't even know her name.

"Damian's mom?" I question. "What does this have to do with Damian's mom?"

Dick lets out another sigh. His head turns as the empty roller coaster zooms toward the loading dock and stops in front of us. The gate Dick is leaning on opens and the two of us step near the track, stepping into our seats. I pull the lap bar down, making sure it clicks loud enough for Dick to hear, before he takes his seat and secures his own lap bar.

"Damian's mom left when he was little," Dick explains. "I don't think he's heard from her since he was eleven." We watch as the ride attendants start to come down the line, checking everyone's lap bars, making sure they're secure. "But no more talk about Damian," he says, his face changing from serious to happy. "We're here for some fun."

The roller coaster takes off and in no time we're climbing the large hill that'll have us speeding down at over eighty miles an hour. I push Damian from my mind and raise my hands excitedly. Dick's right. We're here to have fun. Thinking of Damian and how to get on his good side will have to wait.

#WonderBat #BrucexDiana #Back to You #Fanfiction Friday #My OTP

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ladyclwriter · 2 years ago

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The name

BatFam!AU! Angst

BrucexDiana married, Damian canon, Dick Grayson, dead Jason Todd

Prompt: Grayson couldn't deny, he's an intense soul. And that would be his excuse for releasing his emotions in front of Y/N, the guest, exposing to everyone on the table that he would never let anyone forget about his brother's death — and Bruce wouldn't let it pass.

“I'm adopted.” his friend got quite a scare. You looked at him instantly, visibly shocked. The young man soon tried to calm you down. "What, you thought Diana was my mother?"

Understanding the intentions, you blinked your eyes, trying to clear the shock. “You look alike. All of you. Before Damian mentioned his mother I thought he was a Prince.”

“Well, we're certainly all Wayne.” Diana finished the subject with a smile, holding her husband's hand at her side. It was an attempt to appease and end the matter before bloods would boil.

“Some more than others.” Richard commented, bittersweet.

“Whatever that means, Richard, I'd like to say it's a misconception.” Bruce glared at him as intensely as his wife did to her husband. “Once Wayne, always Wayne.

“Blood and surname are the same thing.” Damian argued, his most serene gaze toward his brother. “In the end, what matters is the soul. And ours have always been and always will be connected.”

A sarcastic joke hung on his lips, but Richard decided not to respond.

He wanted more. He wanted to argue, to scream, to say everything he felt. His hands curled into fists in his lap, taking a deep breath. He felt all eyes watching him, felt the shame and the anger and the sadness.

“As much as I want to” he whispered. “Something in me will never feel at home. Something in me will never be Wayne. It is impossible to be like you. Jay said that every day.”

A question tickled your unnaturally quiet tongue. You didn't have time to think, Bruce's fist against the table made you shrink — Diana turning in her chair, back to her guest in a protective posture. It was deeply contradictory and offensive, but everyone in the room had the same attitude; set out to protect you from whatever Bruce did. However, the host's cold, sharp eyes were fixed on his son. “Don't you dare mention him again.”

“ Or what?!” Dick raised his tone, looking at him with tears in his eyes. “It pisses me off the way you pretend nothing happened! The world should know the name Jason Wayne Todd. His name should be constantly remembered, mentioned. He doesn't deserve to fall into the ignorant oblivion of his own father!”

“That's enough, Richard!” Bruce stood up, the chair he was sitting on falling back. Diana did the same, her back to you, who didn't even blink. Alfred was alarmed, quietly asking the boss to calm down.

“No! It will never be enough. We will never honor him enough.” He got up too, Damian soon after, his back to his father. “We'll never free ourselves from that guilt, Bruce. You know that very well. And that's why you can't even hear his name.”

Damian touched his brother's neck and shoulder, calling his name and almost begging to sit down.

“But I won't stop. I will say the name as many times as I want” Dick leaned over his brother, toward his father, only the Al Ghul holding him back. “Jason Peter Wayne Todd.”

It was enough. Enough for Diana to nearly jump over the table, for Damian to push his brother away while his stepmother stopped his father from advancing. Bruce was holding back tears, gritting his teeth like a rabid dog. Prince didn't have to do anything but stop him from passing with her hands on his arms, looking him in the eyes.

The guest was paralyzed, scared and shocked at the same time. Questions merged with terror and you couldn't even think about moving. Alfred gently and carefully lifted you from your seat, saying something polite about having to leave for a moment.

Yeah, quick shortie for you guys. It's a cut from a Portuguese fanfiction of mine. Tell me your thoughts 💙 see ya

#imagine #fanfic #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #diana prince #wonderbat #damian wayne #Jason todd #batfam #batfamily #dc

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