#but if tim is there jason is just >:( grumpy

[bloggerspam]

Jason has run out of excuses to call upon Phantom.

It turns out, there aren't that many cults active at a time—and most of them aren't supernatural.

Jason feels an odd sort of dissatisfaction even as he and his team fuck up another cult easily.

He stomps vindictively at the cult leader, grinding him into the dirt. This particular one had child brides, and Jason relishes making the man eat dirt.

Maybe he could summon Phantom to send this guy (and the other husbands) to the Nightmare Dimension.

Maybe Jason's just completely lost it.

"My guy," Roy grumbles as he drags another cult member and dumps him into the pile they have inside the church the cult has made their base. "If you want to summon Phantom just summon him."

"…What." Jason hates that he sounds so much like Bruce right now.

"Hood grumpy." Bizzaro agrees, dumping four more cult members. "Phantom not here, Hood grumpy."

Jason, proving he is actually his father's son, says nothing in order not to incriminate himself.

"I am sure Phantom will be understanding." Artemis chimes in as she drags a woman by the collar. "He has said before that he finds our company pleasing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jason lies, and to his credit his team hesitates for a second, before they come to their senses and call him out on his bullshit.

"Listen, we won't pry." Roy tries again, dusting his hands off as they all exit the church and leave before the authorities arrive. "But we're not blind. I got a kid now, and you trying to eliminate every single cult in the country just to hang out with Phantom is seriously feeling like overtime."

"I will be visiting Themiscyra for the forseeable future." Artemis agrees, rotating a shoulder and cracking her neck. "I will be resting with my sisters, and will not know when I will be back."

"Me visit…Family?" Bizarro pauses. coughs. "Me…busy. For a long time."

Jason feels his shoulders ride up, biting his lip as he scratches the back of his neck. His helmet feels heavy, and this weird discomfort swirls inside him like an irritating metal that refuses to be separated no matter how Jason twists them.

They arrive on a nearby rooftop, watching as, not a few minutes later, authorities arrive in a chaotic mess of lights and sounds. When the sirens shut off, Jason heaves a heavy sigh.

"It's not just Phantom." Jason admits, because against all odds, their his friends, and unlike certain Bats he learns from his mistakes and knows when to bottle up and when not to.

Most importantly, he knows who he can open up to.

"What else?" Bizarro asks, softly. "Me need to beat up?"

Jason shakes his head, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth over the helmet. It doesn't bring him comfort. "Nightwing ambushed me yesterday. Tried to, I don't know, talk. Brought me donuts and everything."

"And we are all aware how much you do not like to…" Artemis scrunches her nose. "talk, even with the promise of donuts."

"Ha, ha." Jason snarks, before sobering his tone. "Batman…interrupted. It didn't go so hot."

All three of this teammates wince at that. It's still a sore subject, Bruce and his…trying to make amends.

Jason's still grappling with how he almost killed Tim.

Jason's still grappling with how he ruins everything he touches, regardless of whether or not he's sane.

"Focusing on the Phantom puzzle is…helping." Jason admits, getting up and heading back to the batplane he stole from Bruce for this mission. "But only marginally. Phantom has his guard up and it's hard to nudge through."

"Phantom puzzle?" Bizarro asks, "Phantom do something weird?"

"Phantom doesn't touch anybody." Jason explains, allowing Roy to fly the plane and sitting heavily into one of the open seats beside him. "He does this thing, where he keeps a 6ft radius."

"….Huh." Artemis hums, "I suppose he does, doesn't he? How strange, I wonder why that is?"

"Why not just ask?" Bizarro tilts his large head, confusion writ all over his face, "Phantom love answer questions."

"There's a lot of reasons why I can't just ask." Jason argues, "At this point it's the principle of the thing."

"Wait—" Roy rubs at his temples. before starting up the plane, "You mean to tell me all of this is because you want to know why Phantom doesn't like to touch people?"

"…Yes?" Jason's shoulders involuntarily hike up to his ears, "What else would it be?"

"Are you fucking serious dude?" Roy's face is disbelieving and annoyed at once, but doesn't answer Jason's question, even as he grumbles under his breath, "These fucking Bats are trying to kill me."

"Do you know why?" It rankles at Jason that Roy would know but Jason doesn't.

"No." Roy pinches the bridge of his nose as he puts the plane on autopilot. "I don't. I don't need to—Jason, you don't like to fucking touch people, why does it matter that Phantom doesn't?"

"Because." Jason shrugs, mood instantly lifting. "I was curious."

Roy throws his hands up, groaning. He looks back towards Artemis and Bizarro, who have started up a game of Go Fish. "A little help?"

"I'm afraid he's going to have to figure this one out himself." Artemis draws a card and curses, though her voice stays deadpan and uninterested. "It's fine. Bats need enrichment."

"Bizarro?" Roy pleads, cutting off Jason's retort to that, much to his annoyance.

"Little no cut it." Bizarro huffs, triumphantly placing down a pair of Queens and Twos. "Need big help. Me not even big enough for that."

"Where the fuck is Starfire when you need her." Roy grumbles under his breath, "She could handle this, she would want to handle this bitch's Bat standard low EQ. She would love to, even, why did she have to visit home now when I need her the most—"

"I am right here." Jason huffs, to which the entire team says in unison "We know!"

"Look, my guy." Roy levels with Jason, putting his hands together as if to pray and breathing deep, pointing them at Jason on the exhale. "Solve this puzzle anyway you like, just don't bring us into it. For the Love of God, do not bring us into it."

"I would not be opposed to being brought into it." Artemis chimes in, apropro of nothing. "But I don't think you like sharing."

"Do NOT bring me, specifically, into this!" Roy hisses, pointing at Artemis with one hand and gesturing at Jason with the other. "His brother has already traumatized me enough with his messy shit!"

"Me don't mind." Bizarro ignores Roy, who starts screaming into his hands. "Funny to watch."

Artemis and Bizarro share a fist bump over the pile of cards between them. Jason sinks into his chair, feeling disconnected, sullen, and distinctly like he's missing something.

Jason does not like that feeling. He does not like that feeling at all.

"I know where you guys live." Jason growls, but nobody on the plane is intimidated. "I know where you sleep."

"If you wake up Lian that's your mistake to deal with." Roy points at Jason threateningly, before moving over to join the others in Go Fish. "Good luck with that."

"Me not scared." Bizarro continues trying to shuffle Roy in but failing, "Me cuddle, if Hood wants. Big spoon, little spoon, me okay with both, Hood warm, very comfy."

"Do not threaten me with a good time." Artemis picks up, successfully shuffling Roy in and smirking. "Not when you have a Phantom to puzzle through."

"Are you hitting on me again?" Jason squints at her, feeling like he's gotten some kind of inkling, but the water's all muddy so it's hard to see. "Didn't we establish we could never work because I'm not into pet play?"

"OUT OF IT, TODD." Roy loudly yells over Artemis' response to that, slamming down a pair of Kings. "Summon Phantom to ask him about his fucking species, what the fuck ever, just leave me OUT of it!"

Dear Darcy...

Another AU borne from the HHD server--Touch-starved DoM with identity shenanigans. Follow here on AO3!

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It isn't until well into their acquaintanceship that Jason notices something odd about Phantom.

That's not exactly true—Jason noticed it on their third mission together in a passing thought, but decided to not care about it on account of all the bullets and daggers being thrown at him and his team at the time.

Phantom is an ally, of sorts. A consult, perhaps, Jason doesn't really know.

It's hard to really say when they still don't really know what he does.

Though, again, that's not exactly true—Jason supposes it's more accurate to say they still don't really know what he can't do.

They go to him when the supernatural is involved, introduced to them via Zatanna when Jason expressed an adamant dislike of needing to ask JL Dark for anything (needing to ask Bruce for anything).

The ghost, a big name in the so called Realms world, is friendly and happy to help most of the time. He's a delight to work with in Jason's book, seeming to use his so-called ghost sense to read the room empathically—filling in the spaces when the quiet is too dark for the team, trailing behind silent as a shadow when even breathing is too loud, staying mostly out of the way and chiming in when necessary.

It helps that if shit hits the fan, Phantom can do something about it—it helps that that's the only time Phantom will ever butt in.

The Outlaws, Jason, is still to raw to handle playing nice, but Phantom makes it easy.

Phantom makes it effortless.

It makes Jason's gut roil in ways he's not sure how to deal with, beyond shooting it.

Either way, Jason, Red Hood, isn't supposed to be here in the Realms.

It's not that he's not allowed, per say, it's just that he wasn't exactly invited to this particular corner and Jason's a Bat, sure, but even he knows the supernatural have rules.

Jason was trying to summon Phantom for a quick mission, an in and out kind of deal that may or may not have had a cult involved in it that made Jason a little leery.

Except the summons was denied, which can happen sometimes when Phantom is busy.

Only instead of the circle simply going dark, like usual, Jason got pulled in instead.

So now he's here, in what he assumes to be Phantom's lair.

It's nice, the lair, if a little dark and mood-lighted. It has a dome-like structure, with stars and constellations all over like a planetarium. There's even one of those big ass telescopes peeking out the roof like one, though it seems to only point outwards towards the green of the Realms. Symbolic, or decorative in nature.

There's bookshelves of astrology and astronomy and all sorts of science and space related things littered throughout the shelves. Every now and then the stacks of books are interrupted with some kind of LEGO space creation, or a miniature of a rocket, or some of those weird weapons Phantom sometimes pulls out.

There's a work area, neat and messy at the same time, with a work table and a large toolbox drawer set. Metal detritus is piled neatly next to it, a project or two laid out under a heavy dark blue cloth on the table to keep it from getting dusty or be moved around if Jason has to guess.

In another area, there's living room-like space with a big monitor and beanbags and soft chairs surrounding it, typical of a college dorm room-esque gaming set up. Just beside it there's a large computer that hums softly, a picture of a female werewolf acting as a screensaver.

In yet another, there's a gathering of plants of many varieties growing this way and that. Jason spots a couple he recognizes from his run-ins with Pamela, and spots a copious amount of plants he doesn't recognize of this Earth. Ghost plants, he's assuming, from the glow of them.

There is even, curiously, one of those "at-home" basketball games that can fold away reminiscent of the ones you can see at the arcade with a couple miniature basketballs. Beside it, some kind of sleek mechanical looking surfboard rests against the wall in metallic reds and black with another toolbox set hidden just behind where it leans.

The kitchen area has a fridge that's absolutely covered in magnets from all over the world, a picture in crayon that is disconcertingly good pinned up here or there signed by someone named Ellie.

And then, of course, the main draw at the center of the room: a bed of sorts, stacked with pillows and blankets and assorted plushies of varying sizes.

Buried within is Phantom himself, huddled up in a nest of pillows and breathing heavy, angelic face flushed green the way a human would in fever. Jason, for the first time since meeting the halfa, truly wonders extensively how much the he isn't telling them.

Which brings Jason back to the odd thing.

Well, the odd thing that Jason is focusing on right now:

Phantom, contrary to his self-proclaimed ghostly nature, is very solid.

More than that, he's very, utterly, alive.

It's all the more apparent when Jason takes off one of his gloves to feel Phantom's forehead, the way Bruce would when Jason was Robin.

The way Jason wishes he could with his family.

Jason realizes, with the kind of starkness that comes from a photo flipbook of memories cascading through him, that he's never touched Phantom before. Not skin to skin or outside of a spar, and never like this.

He realizes, as the pocket book extends to not just him but his team-mates as well, that Phantom's never touched anyone before.

Always hovering just 6 feet away, like quarantine.

Like the depth of a grave.

Phantom is not quite hot to the touch, as Jason expects he would be. He had suspected a fever, of a sort. But he supposes it makes sense that a ghost would run cold, considering.

In the first place, Jason's not sure what possessed him to touch the ghost—he doesn't even have a baseline temperature to compare to so there's no real point.

He's not sure what possessed him to think this was okay, touching an ally like this without consent.

Not when his touch has never been welcomed, especially not when he's Red Hood.

He's just about to pull his hand away, careful not to wake the ghost, when Phantom starts to purr.

It rattles through him, like it's not used to being let out, as Phantom nuzzles at the tips of Jason's fingers.

As if Jason's touch was wanted, as if it comforts the ghost, as if Phantom wants nothing more.

As if this very hand didn't burn buildings to the ground, didn't shoot men into the fathoms, didn't carry bloody duffle bags, didn't fucking hurt hurt hurt.

Jason withdraws his hand carefully, gliding as gently as he can manage, breathing slow and deep.

He's been trained bloody enough to know pulling back in knee-jerk reaction can give things away.

He does not want Phantom to know he touched him.

Jason puts his glove back on, tight and unforgiving, and steps back.

He flexes his hand once, twice. Shakes it, before forcefully relaxing every muscle, trying to melt away the cold traces of Phantom's skin on his.

He clears his throat once, twice a little harsher, until Phantom mewls and blinks glowing green eyes up at him. His gaze is hazy with fever, soft like feathers, child-like in confusion.

And here, another odd thing Jason has not noticed until now:

When did Phantom's Lazarus green eyes become comforting?

When did Phantom's watery green eyes become forgiving?

[ready-to-read7]

Dp x Dc #19

I’m alive and back 

So I had an idea dead on Main but no dramatic killing a clown ghost instinct any of that stuff just Jason falling in love with this Twink teen Dad so yes toddler Ellie and baby Dan are there it can be switched I don’t care but currently I love the idea of a grumpy baby Dan, Danny is somewhere between 17 and 20 you can decide Jason is 19 or 20 doesn’t matter and he loves this Twink Dad that lives in crime all helps other people cares for his kids and it’s just them falling in love later on ghost BS and whatever the hell Jason is revenant, zombie doesn’t matter nonsense can pop up even the joker can pop up either too threaten Danny one of the kids or just mess with Jason obviously Jason hiding his new boyfriend and kids and hopefully step kids one day from his family but Damien and Tim find out about them because why not and I would love to believe Damien would be excited to be an uncle and would immediately try to get favourite uncle privileges and Tim I don’t know Tim overly caffeinated brain will either keep the secret try and keep the secret or fail eventually

I just want like a love story of these two just falling in love and their normal circumstances and all the BS comes later obviously they can be some former troubles like bad reveal from Danny or running away from the GIW and whatever de aged Ellie and Dan 

(You are free to use this idea )

[chaoticcutielover]

Red Hood and the girl who bakes

Ao3 link

Shanghai, China – 2:17 a.m.

The rooftop was silent—until it wasn’t.

Marinette blinked awake at the sound of a thud. It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t the creak of old wood. It was the solid, heavy kind of noise that only happened when something hit the roof that shouldn’t be on a roof.

She grabbed the closest weapon she had—a rolling pin—and slipped out of the warm kitchen of her Uncle Wang's apartment.

Outside, the air was cool and damp. The moon was low and soft over the tiled rooftops. Her slippers made no sound as she climbed the short ladder to the top, her rolling pin at the ready.

Then she saw him.

A man in a red helmet. Leather jacket. Black gear. Bleeding. He was sprawled across her uncle’s rooftop like a fallen bat, one arm clutching his side. The other—holding a gun that was now out of reach.

“…You good?” Marinette asked, lowering her weapon.

The man groaned.

“Wrong roof,” he grunted. “Go back inside.”

“You’re bleeding on my uncle’s roof,” she said, stepping closer. “And he just re-tiled it.”

“Lady, I have a bullet in my ribs.”

“And I have a rolling pin and a grumpy uncle who values tilework. You want help or not?”

There was a long pause.

“…Do you have alcohol?”

“I have baijiu.”

“Close enough.”

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2:33 a.m.

He was wayyyyy heavier than he looked. She dragged him inside, laid him across the kitchen table, and got to work. First alcohol, then gauze. Then needle and thread.

“You’re not a civilian,” he said hoarsely, helmet and mask removed and sitting on the floor.

She didn’t look up. “And you’re not a tourist.”

“Who taught you to stitch up bullet wounds?”

“My ex-boyfriend had enemies. Long story.”

He hissed as she tightened a knot. “So you’re just out here in China for fun?”

“I’m visiting family. Uncle Wang lets me stay when I need time to… disappear.”

“…Same.”

She paused, then finally looked at him. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Piercing blue eyes cold as tempered steel, filled with exhaustion and caution and guilt.

“You have a name?” she asked.

“…Jason.”

“Jason what?”

He gave her a look.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Jason Whatever. I’m Marinette.”

He looked down at her bloodstained fingers. “You’re good at this.”

“I sew and bake,” she said with a shrug. “Precision helps.”

Jason snorted. “You stitched me up like a croissant."

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🧁3:03 a.m.

She handed him a still-warm pork bun and cookies.

He stared at it. “Are you feeding me?”

“You bled all over my uncle’s kitchen. You’re lucky I didn’t hit you.”

Jason took both the bun and a cookie. Chewed. Groaned. “You’re a witch.”

Marinette smirked. “I get that a lot.”

They sat in silence for a bit. He didn’t ask why she wasn’t scared. She didn’t ask why he was injured, or who he’d been fighting.

Some things don’t need answers.

But just before dawn, as he stood to leave—

“Don’t die,” she said softly, handing him his helmet.

He paused. Helmet in one hand. Food in the other.

“…You got a phone?”

She raised a brow. “You wanna call me or track me?”

“…Both.”

She gave him her burner number.

Just in case.

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🕰��� 2 Years Later – Gotham City

Wayne Manor – Present Day

Jason slammed a grocery bag on the kitchen island. “If anyone touches the tarte Tatin in this bag, I’m fighting them.”

Tim peeked in. “Is that from her?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Marinette is not ‘her.’ She’s my pastry witch and you will respect her almond crust.”

“She’s in town again?” Dick called from the living room. “Tell her she still owes me a batch of those lavender macarons and Nightwing themed cookies!”

“Tell her yourself,” Jason snapped.

“What, is she coming over?”

Jason grinned.

The kitchen door opened revealing Alfred and Marinette.

“Hi everyone!” Marinette chirped, stepping inside with a bag full of baked goods and wearing a soft blue hoodie. “I brought food!”

Jason beamed. “See? Little sister privilege. You’re all beneath me.”

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Across the kitchen…

Damian Wayne looked up from his book.

And stared.

She was shorter than he expected. Freckles. Black hair up in a messy bun. Eyes like calm ocean.

Damian hated how fast his heartbeat is.

She turned and saw him.

Their eyes locked.

He blinked. She smiled.

Jason watched the whole thing.

Groaned.

And glared.

“...Oh hell no.”

[erinwantstowrite]

got to thinking about this au again and it got me in my feels. jason you will never outrun these idiots

[fluffy-and-feral]

Just a random thought but—if Tim Drake was a Disney princess, he’d 100% be Belle.

Think about it:

Booksmart to the extreme

Wants more than “this provincial life” (aka Gotham’s chaos)

Sees people for who they really are underneath the mask

Trades personal comfort to protect others (classic Tim move also such a omega move to but thats for another post.)

Literally befriends the grumpy monster with a heart (hi, Jason)

Doesn’t back down, even when it’s terrifying

He’s got that quiet resilience, the curiosity, the intellect, and the hidden steel core that screams Belle energy.

(Though let’s be real, Cinderella fits too: underestimated, doing all the work, emotionally neglected, still rises and becomes iconic.(and goes from rich neglectfull family to richer family))

[riverdeansart]

red hood but he's a grumpy lil baby

[demonicsuffrage]

By some supernatural accident, Batman and Superman swap bodies. But the accident was just so embarassing that they collectively decided to NOT tell anyone about, and figure out how to reverse it all on their own. But, unfortunately, this means they now have to keep up this farce in front of their families

Clark, in Bruce's body, wiping some blood off his mouth and wincing at the 15 cracked ribs he now has: Guess I can bleed, huh

Dick, staring in disbelief after the patrol: YES OFCOURSE YOU CAN!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW YOURSELF DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A GRENADE-

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Bruce, in Clark's body, squinting at the bright smallville sun at the Kent farm: This is way too much for 11 am

Jon, staring at his newly grumpy dad: I think batman is a bad influence on you, dad

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Clark in Bruce's body, staring at his reflection in the mirror: The shoulder to waist ratio is insane, such a grabbable waist

Poor Tim, who accidentally overheard this, getting ready to call Arkham: Uhuh it's definitely, insane

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Kon: And so I said, ofcourse, i would love the soup-er salad!

Bruce in Clark's body, deadpan expression on his face:

Kon: Get it? Soup-er salad?

Bruce: Yes

Kon, sad puppy expression: You always laugh at soup puns :(

Bruce, now with an Extremely Forced little smile: Yes it was very....funny

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Clark, in Bruce's body, rushing to hug a visibly bleeding Jason who walked into the cave after patrol: What happened?! Are you okay?

Jason, freezing up because the last time Bruce ran to hug him was, never:

Clark, immediately backing up, and speaking with a deliberately gruff voice: I mean. Is the blood yours? Son.

Jason:...no

[jonathancranesmalewife]

The idea of Jason and Roy both being obliviously in love is great but I raise you just Jason is oblivious in the way of thinking him and Roy are really close friends, for all his romance novels can not save him from himself and Roy is oblivious in the way of him thinking Jason and him have been in a committed relationship for several years

Jason at his two bedroom apartment he shares with Roy (second bedroom is for Lian) and gets a video call from the batfamily group chat.

jason answering: Yeah what’s up I’m eating breakfast

Bruce in a panic: Why did Damian get an invitation to your wedding but I didn’t?! Also when the fuck did you propose to Roy?!

Damian in the back waving: I will be attending and also will be bringing batcow as my plus one.

Jason: you mean Roy and I’s friendship ceremony? You’re invited B i just haven’t mailed yours yet because you weren’t originally invited because you scolded me on patrol last week. Roy said it was important that you be there so I mailed it last night.

Dick popping in the call teary eyed: Littlewing I just got my invitation! I’m so happy that my little brother and my best friend are getting married!

Jason: We are not getting married, Roy just asked if I wanted to have a get together with all of our closest relatives and friends to celebrate us being friends for so long.

Tim who has been sitting there confused the entire time: wait you and Roy are just friends

Jason: Yeah? Why is this so baffling to you people

Cass : you live in the same apartment

Steph: you sleep in the same bed!

Jason:

Jason: It keeps the heating bill down in the winter

Bruce: Youre raising Lian with him?

Jason: Plenty of people have helped you raise us Bruce and you aren’t getting married to them.

Dick: I watched Lian last week so you and Roy could have ‘special alone time’

Jason: Well- Yeah we went out to a new bookstore outside of Gotham. Roy gets grumpy when we don’t get to solo hang out. He’s needy like that.

Duke: Dude..you have to be kidding

Tim frustrated: You and Roy went on a double date with Kon and I last night!

Jason: I thought we were all hanging out! Fuck you guys I’m asking Roy!

Roy popping his head from the kitchen: What are you asking me?

Jason: These idiots say that we have been dating but that’s ridiculous!

Roy: totally ridiculous

Roy: i proposed to you five months ago we are definitely engaged

Jason turning to Roy horrified: You weren’t doing that for the bit…

[jellofish-plant]

Proof of Existence

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.

Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft

[Masterlist]

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.

Jason was late. Again.

You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.

You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.

A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.

You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”

Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.

“So you are real,” he muttered.

You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”

“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.

“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”

“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”

“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.

Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”

“Tt. I doubt it.”

Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.

“You’re not—”

Too late.

“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.

There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”

“She’s real.”

Silence.

Then—“No f**ing way.”*

You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.

A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.

“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”

“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.

Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”

Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”

You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”

Knock knock.

Oh, come on.

The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.

“Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”

“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.

“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.

“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”

Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.”

“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.

Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”

You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”

Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.

Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.

“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

“Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.

Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”

“Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.

Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”

“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”

Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”

“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.

And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.

Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”

You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”

Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”

“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.

Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”

You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Headcanon that Jason just kidnaps his siblings instead of asking them to hang out sometimes.

Sometimes he does the normal abduction thing and other times he has his methods.

Dick: Jason sneaks into Dick’s apartment in Blüdhaven at 3 AM, throws him over his shoulder, and drags him to his motorcycle. Dick wakes up mid-ride, half-conscious, groggily mumbling, "Jay, what the hell—?"

- Jason just shushes him and tosses a burger into his lap. "Shut up and eat, Goldie. We're bonding." (Jason, allowing his big brother to ruffle his hair? Nooooo, absolutely not...)

Tim: Jason straight-up drugs him asleep him when Tim refuses to take a break. He wakes up in Jason’s apartment with a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting for him, while Jason sits on the couch reading a book.

- “You looked dead on your feet, Replacement. Either you napped willingly or I made you. Guess which one you picked.” (Jason totally doesn't rake a hand over his lil bro's hair during this time)

Steph: Jason knows Steph is a wild card when it comes to hanging out, so he has to be a little sneakier with her. He'd show up at her place unannounced, pretending to just be casually passing by, and in one smooth motion, he'd grab her and yank his little sister into his car or bike before she even realizes what's happening. (He totally doesn't do this in time with hard school, noooo)

Damian: Jason scoops him up mid-battle and just walks away with him. Damian kicks, bites, and yells, "UNHAND ME, TODD!" but Jason holds him like an angry kitten.

- They end up at a rooftop picnic with Alfred’s homemade food. Damian eventually eats while grumbling about Jason's “barbaric methods” but secretly enjoys the attention. (Jason maaayybe ruffles his hair a lot.)

Cass: She just lets it happen. Jason shows up, gestures toward his bike, and Cass just hops on without a word. They go on long road trips in comfortable silence, getting ice cream at 2 AM and scaring off criminals for fun. (Jason totally doesn't take the time to help her with her speech-)

Duke: Duke gets fake-napped. Jason tells him, "Be outside in five minutes," and when Duke says no, Jason still shows up, grabs him, and hauls him into a car.

- Duke just sighs and texts Bruce: "Jason's 'kidnapping' me again. Back later." (Jason totally doesn't get the names of school bullies from him and uses them, noooooooo)

Bruce knows this happens. He just sighs and lets it happen because, honestly? It’s Jason’s way of showing love. And at least the kids are getting along.

Jason kidnaps his siblings because it's his way of saying, "You're important to me, and I'm gonna drag you into ridiculous situations whether you like it or not."

He also, however, does it to Bruce.

In fact, it might be one of his favorite things to do, just because Bruce is always so serious and “responsible.”

Jason thinks it’s hilarious to force Bruce to take a break. He just shows up at the Batcave, probably with some kind of overly complicated plan to "kidnap" Bruce without him realizing.

Step 1: Jason would distract Alfred with a "Oh, just a quick check-in, you know, 'cause it’s been a while.’"

Step 2: He would wait for Bruce to get fully immersed in some case files and then sneak up behind him, tap him on the shoulder, and when Bruce turns around, Jason’s already got him in a headlock, pulling him out of the chair like, "Get up, old man. We're going to a diner. No arguments."

Bruce would protest, of course. He'd probably try to get out of it with his usual grumpy “I’m too busy” routine. Jason might fake-sigh and act like he's just trying to help Bruce loosen up, reminding him, "I know you think you’re invincible, but you still need to eat, Batman."

And if Bruce insists on not going, Jason would just drag him anyway. He might even grab the Batmobile for a joyride (he's always wanted to), making Bruce sit shotgun while Jason drives like an absolute maniac (Jokes on both because Bruce taught him to drive-)

Bruce would probably be scowling the whole time, but Jason would know his dad is secretly enjoying it, even if he won't admit it.

Eventually, Bruce would probably give in and get his grumpy little “dad” lecture—“You’re so reckless, Jason—” but Jason would just smile and be like, "Whatever. You’re welcome.”

Jason totally doesn't like it when his dad just ruffles his hair at some point.

[prlssprfctn]

I need more of Jason's and Lois's duo, so here is my humble little scenario — Jason accidentally starts writing articles under her wing after being back from dead.

It starts like this: Bruce kinda announces the rest of the League that the Second Robin is alive, and in fact, Red Hood is him. It is confusing as fuck, but honestly, at this point, everyone is used to Batman's antics, so they just nod along. Clark decides to casually drop the news to Lois, too.

Clark: Do you remember the Second Robin?

Lois, without getting distracted from her work: Oh, of course. Batman asked my autograph for him once. And he mailed me a few of his writing stories once. He was such a talented kid.

Clark: He is alive again!

Lois: Oh.

Lois, pausing and glaring thoughtfully at her computer: ...Do you think he is still into writing?

So, Lois reaches out to Jason, suggesting to try writing again because the Daily Planet needs more talented people, and she can't find anyone normal for months now. And Jason accepts. They end up choosing him a pen name, and it goes just... perfectly. Lois is glad that someone matches her enthusiasm and does the job perfectly, Jason is in awe about working with his second favourite woman alive (after Wonderwoman, of course) and doing the thing he likes.

Jason, irritated as fuck, calling Lois: Hey. I don't know if you have seen the latest president's meeting, but, please, tell me that I can—

Lois: Yeah, son. Drag his ASS. I will deal with the rest.

Jason: Don't tell anyone, but you are my favourite Super.

Lois: Don't tell anyone either, but you are my favourite Bat.

Lois: Now, on a completely unrelated note, do you think Red Hood can assassinate the president—

Naturally, Jason doesn't intend to tell anyone about his new job. No one suspects a thing anyway, and he is working from home, expect for times, when he visits Lois to hang out. Everything is fine.

Until Tim.

Tim, coming for dinner at Kents, by Kon's invitation: Hey, everyone— Jason?

Jason, who is giggling with Lois about their the most hated coworker: Uh. No?

Tim: JASON!

So, Tim knows now. He agrees not to tell anyone, but it doesn't mean that he is not going to tease Jason subtly around others. As usual.

Tim, casually, during the family breakfast: By the way, had you guys read articles in Daily Planet recently? Their new writer is fire.

Jason, tensing up: ...

Bruce: Really? Which one?

Tim, smiling politely: Oh, his name is Peter Austen. His writing style is SO good, and he is always SO on point, I ADORE him.

Jason, half-flustered, half-irritated: (gesturing Tim to shut up)

Bruce: I'll check his articles later today, then. Jaylad, had you read any of it?

Jason, grumpy as hell: You know me. I only read that crap for Lois.

Tim: That's a shame. Because I love this man SO MUCH.

(On the other side of table)

Dick, whistling: Damn, I think Lil Wing is jealous.

Damian, nodding: Todd definitely wishes he could be Drake's favourite writer.

[dollishmehrayan]

WEIRD QUIRKS BATBOYS HAVE IN A RELATIONSHIP ── .✦

A/n: I can’t stop thinking about batboys who have gen z humor in relationships like please💔 RELEASE ME. Like imagine these fighting crime then laughing while watching TikTok on a random Sunday?? (Tags: batboys x fem!reader weird quirks)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Emotional Support Golden Retriever BF: Dick will send you a random “I love you” text with 15 heart emojis and the rainbow hearts in one line (ugh DISGUSTING 🤢) followed by “I miss you” five minutes later… even if you’re in the same room. (STUPID MILLENNIAL.)

Chaotic Selfies: He’s the type to send you selfies with the dumbest captions like, “Why am I kinda hot tho?” or “Babe, if you leave me, you’re blind.”

Random Dance Breaks: Dick will randomly break out in TikTok dances in the middle of your conversations. You’ll be arguing about what to have for dinner, and he’ll just hit this (here) saying, “Can’t be mad at this, babe.”

His Comedy Bit: Anytime you trip or stumble, Dick’s like, “Are you falling for me again?” Cue your eyeroll as he grins like he just invented comedy.

JASON TODD ── .✦

The "I Hate Everyone but You" BF: Jason sends you TikToks that scream “us” energy. Think of the “grumpy bf, sunshine gf” trope in meme form.

Trash-Talking Together: He doesn’t even pretend to like people. “He looks like wind whistles through his head,” he’ll whisper to you about someone in a coffee shop, and you’ll lose it laughing.

Petty King: He sends screenshots of your arguments back to you like, “Tell me I wasn’t right tho.” But he’ll also say, “We’re not fighting, I just think I’m funnier.”

Affection, Jason Style: If you’re cold, Jason’s like, “You should’ve brought a jacket,” then gives you his. But only after making a snarky comment like, “This makes me look good, doesn’t it?”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The “I Can’t Sleep” BF: Tim sends you memes at 3 a.m. with “this is us” captions. Then he sends another an hour later saying, “No fr, we need to sleep.”

Weird Intellectual Tangents: Tim will randomly look up from his laptop and ask, “Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses?” You’re too used to it at this point.

Social Media Detective: He likes your posts so fast it’s suspicious and always is the first comment with “❤️” . “How did you see that in two seconds?” you ask. He shrugs. “I have notifications on.”

Soft Nerd Energy: He makes playlists with names like “thinking about you in the Batcave” or “late-night snack runs with you.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Blunt Affection: Damian’s the type to say, “You look ridiculous,” but if anyone else says it, he’ll glare and be like, “She’s perfect.”

Random Acts of Service: He’s not into grand gestures, but suddenly your favorite snack is waiting on your desk, and he’ll just mutter, “Don’t make it a big deal.”

Reluctant Meme User: He pretends he’s too sophisticated for memes, but you’ll catch him smirking at one you sent. “It’s not that funny,” he’ll insist, but you know better.

Sass King: If you call him cute, he’ll say, “I know.” But if you ignore him for too long, he’ll sulk like, “I don’t require your attention. But also, why haven’t you looked at me in 10 minutes?”

[bizzylosingcats]

Can we just take a moment to talk about how jaw droppingly gorgeous Damian must be?

Like, I feel like we don’t see it mentioned as must as we talk about how pretty all the bat boys are. Because have you SEEN Damian’s mom and dad!? They’re both like so unbelievably attractive it’s insane! LOOK AT TALIA!!!

And then they had a child together, and made him GENETICALLY PERFECT!! (I’m not sure if that’s fully canon tho, but you get where I’m coming from). I’m 100% sure that Damian Wayne is constantly getting contacted from modeling agencies because anyone with eyes can see how stunning he is. Except for his brothers.

Anyone with siblings can tell you that, no matter how old siblings get they always look like the little kids that the older siblings remember them as. So Damian could be 18 years old, being his perfect stunning self and Jason and Tim would still call his haircut ugly. And be genuinely shocked when ever someone ever mentions Damian being objectively attractive, because to them he still looks like a grumpy wet cat that he was when he was a kid.

(Pretty Damian for example)

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

❝DAY IN THE LIFE OF TODDLER DAMI.ᐟ ❞

summary ━ au in which older, sibling reader !! takes care of toddler damian .

⤿ fluff , clingy , toothing aching fluff₊⊹

pt.2

╰›clingy toddler damian who is always up early in the morning . this grumpy toddler has a habit of walking up , five in the morning , crawling out of his crib ninja style and sneaks down into the kitchen and begins to bang on pots and pans that literally wakes up the entire batfamily.

╰› every morning everyone just strolls into the kitchen - dick always tries to pry damian off of the pans causing the child to wail like he's dying.

╰›" please tell me the kid comes with an off button " jason grumbles as he trudges into the kitchen , beelining to the fridge . damian is still wailing , even started swatting at dick. " UHMMM some help would be nice?" dick begs as damian swats him straight in the face.

╰›tim finally walks in and throws himself into a nearby chair , " uhhhh give him to name or something ?" he murmurs. damian immediatly seizes his wailing , " namie ?" he babbles as his eyes look around curiously trying to spot you.

╰›" well that got him to shut up " jason gurmbles as he pops a grape into his mouth. everything was calm and quiet if you minus damian's babbling . dick propped him into his high chair and breathed out a sigh of relief - finally he can eat breakfast in peace.

╰›wrong . so utterly worng because in that very moment bruce walked in and damian immediately began wailing . " YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME -" dick screeches as damian fulls on wails - chubby face turning red.

╰›" of course he starts crying when he sees you " jason sighs out in exaperation and tim just gave bruce a blank look. " HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ?" bruce yells out. " B HE'S YOUR KID DO SOMETHING " tim yells back tired from everything.

╰›bruce then picked up damian , " shhhhh its okay , its okay -" bruce attempted to soothe the child but damian was not having it , he full on grabbed onto bruce's hair and started yanking it. bruce let put a groan as he attempts to get damian off of him .

╰›in that exact moment , you walk in , eyes blurry from sleep , hair messy as you stroll into whatever choas this was . " what the hell ..." you murmur as you take in the situation.

╰›damian immediately let up his fight ehen he hear your voice and turned towards you babbling and making grabby hands . " name here you hold him " bruce says , voice tired as he straight up shoved damian into your arms. damian immediately wraps himself around you and begins nuzzling his face into your neck like some cat.

╰›" uhmmm okay " you murmur as you take a seat . " namie namie namie " damian babbled on , playing with your hair. " mhmmm you want food ?" you murmured softly as you outstretched your hand and snagged an apple from dick's plate .

╰›" thats litterally mine -" dick yelped but you ignored him and focused on peeling your apple and slicing them. " i can't believe he is acting so nice when name's here and when she isn't he truns into a demon that's sole goal is to terroize our exsistence" jason complains.

╰›you fed damian a slice before popping one into your own mouth , " he's just a kid that's just what kids do " you defended and dick let out a hiss , " i didn't behave like that when i was a kid " ," oh how would you know dickie boy ?" tim asks , " OH YOU WANNA GO THAT LOW HOW ABOUT YOU-" , dick yells out .bruce sighs - already fed up with everyone fighting.

╰›name sighs - this happens every damn morning - of course someone has to start a fight . name fed damian the last of the apple slices before pushing back her chair. " i'm going to work " name grumbled out as she makes a beeline back upstairs . " TAKE THE DEMON SPAWN WITH YOU " jason calls after her.

╰› name sets damian on her bed , the child immediately crawls into her pillows and began biting it like a chew toy. " alright little menance time to get you changed " name announced as she turns to her wardrobe and returns put with a green pants and a yellow shirt with a cartoon cow going ' moo' .

╰› " do you like ?" name asks as she lays out the outfit on the bed . damian just crawls over and sits down on it , " namie " he says pointedly. " alright then , come on let's get you washed up " .

╰› name sets damian in the batub , the bubbles engulf his tiny form , the only thing you can see was his raven hair and green eyes as he spalshes about . name sits at the head of the tub , lathering her hands with baby shampoo .

╰› she then carefully massages it into his hair while he splashes about with a rubber duck . " namie , namie namiee~" he giggles out excitedly. name giggles along with him , " yes dami i see the ducky , is it your ducky ?" name questions as she grabs the shower detachment to wash off the shampoo out of his hair carefully not to get it in his eyes.

╰› " namieeee " he babbles as he makes the duck spin in the water. " yes dami i see the duck spin " . once name is finished with his hair she lets him spladh about a few more minutes while she gets his towel and clothes ready.

╰› she empties the bath and immediately towel dries him off , slipping on his diaper when he gets distracted with her hair. she lathers him in lavender scented baby lotion and slips clothes onto him before taking him back into her bed.

╰› " namiee " damian giggles out as he crawls around the bed . name only smiles as she fishes out her phone and clicks on her youtube and hands it over to dami , " okay dami , namie's gonna shower okay , be good " name tells him before sbe gives him a forehead kiss and runs off to get herself dressed.

╰› name returns back agter a few minutes , dressed in her work clothes as she picks up damian and brings him with her over to her vanity. damian tears his eyes away from the phone and watches her with big staty eyes as name does her makeup routine .

╰› " namiee" he murmurs softly as his tiny hand attempts to grab at name's brush. " you want some sweet boy ?" name asks , causing him to giggle . name thrn gently swishes some blush onto his face causing him to giggle . " pretty baby " she murmurs causing him to giggle. name finishes up , she fixes her own clothes and adjusts damian's along with combing out his spikey hair before she decemds down stairs.

╰› dick , tim and jason were already putting on their sscjool shled and grabbing their backpacks , " bye name !!" they shoyt after her as she enters the garage , " bye guys - don't do anything stupid " she calls afyer them . name unlocks her car , opening the backseat and slotting damian into his booster seat.

╰› alfred passes by , getging the limp ready to drop the other boys to school and bruce to work. " morning master name and good morning master damian " alfred greeted as he gave damian a headpat. " alfie " damian greeted back as he waved at the old man. " morning alfred , take care on the road " name greeted as she double checked damian being secured in his seat before making her way to the driver's side.

╰› " as do you master name " alfred greets back as he too , enters the limo as the boys begin piling into the car . name speds out of the driveway and makes her way to wayne enterprises. she fiddles aorund with the radio and settles in a station that talks about today's news whike in the background damian plays roblox on his ipad.

╰› an hour passes and name parks her car , finally at wayne enterprises . she switches off the engine and grabs her purde from the passenger seat before heading to thr back to unlock damian from his booster seat . name locks her car and makes a beeline to the elevator in the receptionist area.

╰› " good morning miss wayne !" multiple emplouees greet her on her way over and she gives them back a polite " good morning " . name's assistant walks uo to her and gives her a run down of what's on the day's agenda before she takes the ride up the elevator.

╰› unlocking her office , she sets damian in his custom play pen area thats next to her desk. she gives him a big old kiss " be good today okay dami ? if you need me i am right there " sje tells jim as she points over to her chair nearby.

╰› " namieee " damian giggles out as he gives her a cheek a kiss before crawling away to play with his wooden bricks. name's whole morning was spent doing paper work and taking online meetings . at nine , she cutted up some banan slices and gave damian a juice box as a snack to which he eagerly took.

╰› eleven she took her lunch and picked damian up and ride the elevator back down. she handed bruce's assistant some paperwork before she made her way to her way to the cafeteria .

╰› she grabbed herself a lunch , a sandwhich for damian and a coffee before heading back to her office . name cut the egg sandwhich in half and refilled damian's sippy cup with fresh water before handing it over to damian. damian ripped it into tiny sloced before eating it , both spent their lunch eating and watching some random slime video.

╰› tweleve tolled aroind and damian began to get fussy so name immediately picked him up and stepped outside into her offic's balcony . she rubbed his back and began to soothe him , " its okay dami , it's okay " . " namieeee " he fussed , his tiny face turned grumpy as he yawns . " i know hunny , i know i know " she soothes.

╰› when damian was still fussy name whent into her private bathroom to change his diaper thinking that was the issue yet still he was fussy. " namieeeeeeee " he cried out as he hugged her tightly when they left the bathroom.

╰› name sighs as she makes her way into his play pen area and sits into the rocking chair. " let's read a story yeah ?" she asks as she prop the bpy onto her lap . " namie " he answers back as he snuggled himself closer to her. name begins reading him peter pan as she began rocking him back and forth and soon enough he was long asleep.

╰› name continue rocking him for a good while - making sure he was actually asleep before putting him down in a nearby crib to sleep. name continues on her work , at the end of every hour she will check up on damian to ensure he was okay.

╰› soon enough it was three in the evening , damian has finally awoken from his nap and name takes it as her cue to clock out. she organizes her paperwork while damian properly wakes up and by the times shes finished and turns to go get him , damian's already crawled out of his crib making a beeline to her.

╰› name picks him up , " hiii dami ~ " she coos after him , " namieee !!!" he cooed right nack as he hugs her , nuzzling into her . name kisses him on his cheek , " yes i miss you too dami " she anwers. name finds herself buckling damian back into his booster seat before giving him some gummy worms and his ipad.

╰› name then takes him to a nearby park and sets him in a sandbox to which the menance decides to crush some other kid's samd castle. name yelped , " no dami , we do not smash other's sand castles" name scolded him as in the background the other kid started crying.

╰› damian watched the kid cry with a poker face but turned to name to see her talking woth the kid's very angry mom , " teach your kid manner bitch" the woman cursed her put as she grabbed her cryong kid by the arm and stomped away.

╰› name persued her lips , holding back the vile comment she was about to spit back as she watches them leave until she feels a tug on her sleeve. she turns around to see damian looking at her confused , " namie ?" he titled his head .

╰› name sighs aslnd leams down to kiss damian on his head , " it's okay dami , namie's okay carry on okay ?" name assures him. name watches from the swing set as damian carries on building sandcastles amoug other kids .

╰› once the sun began setting name picks up dami and head back to her car , " namiee " damian murmurs as his head nuzzles into her neck . " mhmm love you too dami " name answers back as she buckled him back him and drove them back home .

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ thanks for reading !!

[mixingandmelting]

Cute Aggression

Summary: when he's jealous but gets the cute aggression because you're suddenly being cute

Dick:

He blankly stares at the wall across from him.

The plan was for him to full out sulk. Mope and stay grumpy in bed to make a point that your very attention-needy boyfriend was deprived of your attention because you were giving it to someone else. Typically, you would get exasperated, probe what’s wrong, and then he would have it his way in getting completely spoiled by you to make it up to him.

This time, though, you crawled under the blankets, poked your head from underneath and in front of his face, and pecked his cheek.

“…Are you still mad at me?” You shyly looked up at him with fusty cheeks. He simply blinks.

“So. Damn. Cute.” He grits out under his breath, ignoring your muffled outraged cries as he squeezes your blanket covered form. 

Just remembering what had happened and led to him rolling you up head to toe in the blanket makes him want to squish you for the rest of night. Yell to the world you’re the cutest being in the universe. 

“I can’t breathe , Dick!” Or that’s what he thinks you say when you start patting him on his chest (more like your feeble attempts to smack him if not for your arms restricted by fabric).. 

“No.” Throwing a leg over yours, he decides holding you like this will be how he gets back at you for making him jealous while making him have cute aggression. 

Jason:

There’s not a single drop of shame in him, waddling out the bar with you literally inside his jacket as he glared at anyone who gave you both an odd look.

You were his and he was yours. Nothing hard or complicated, right? Wrong. It seems like there are some people who can’t get a hint. And as much as he loves you, there are times you don’t realize you’re getting hit on. This time, right in front of him.

At first, he was outright brooding. Slouching in his seat next to you and close to shattering the glass in his hand with his grip. 

“Jason… You okay?” Head slightly tilted, eyes wide probably from worry and confusion about his sudden bad mood. Both of your hands on his arm and gently squeezing it.

It’s the alcohol talking when the urge to break a table or punch the wall next to him returns. You were so adorable. Absolutely adorable. 

There was nowhere to hide you in case someone decided to snatch you for your cuteness other than the space between the bar and his legs and he wasn’t about to have you sit on the floor. So in his jacket you go, doing the job of giving the sign you’re quite literally taken. 

“Jason, I’m too warm…” 

“Too bad.” He zips up his jacket. 

He’s not taking any chances of letting anyone else notice you’re too cute for your own good. 

Tim: 

Everyone says out of the two of you, you’re the clingy one. Not once suspecting it was him as he clings on you from behind like a koala.

Him being grouchy had nothing to do with the statement you made coming back from a gala. So what if he’s smaller than the average male? He’s always been a brains-over-brawn guy anyways. that’s why he wasn’t bothered by your passing comment about some tall guy’s height from the gala the two of you had attended whatsoever. 

It was also NOT the reason for his lips and cheeks to puff out as he cleared another level in his Freakazoid game on the couch, ignoring the shuffling next to him or acknowledging you sitting next to him. 

“Tim…? I love you…” A few minutes into the level you said that, Your voice soft and gentle as you leaned forward to try and make eye contact with him.  

He nearly broke the controller in his hands and, instead, ended up covering his face with them out of self restraint. The very self restraint that breaks when you repeat it thinking he didn’t hear you which led him to pull you into his lap and start hugging the life out of you.

“Why are you so cute?” He grumbles into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

Nope, you don’t get to know. He doesn’t need you thinking he’s moody over something petty and teasing him for it. 

Duke: 

He sits next to you on the bench quietly, face completely flushed for one to many reasons. 

It started with him being in a mood, kicking a pebble that happened to be near his foot while keeping his head low. He knows that the person you won’t stop talking about is just a friend but still, a part of him wonders if you talk about him as much as you talk about your friend with others. 

And really, he’s aware he’s not good at hiding his emotions. Legit, he’s frank about pretty much anything and never thought much about needing to keep his thoughts to himself. Meaning, he knew and felt guilty that you’d pick up on it. Just not in the way you decided to approach. 

“But Duke, you’re still my number one.” In the midst of you talking about the other, you suddenly wrapped your arms around one of his with a smile brighter than the sun. 

On the spot, he lit up. Literally, like a light bulb, your words being the switch for his powers to turn on. Embarrassment doesn’t even cover how he felt, all of a sudden glowing in the middle of sidewalk from being caught off guard how cute you were being. 

“…Well, that’s one way of saying you lightened up.” He gives you a half-hearted glare, not at all amused by your pun but unable to make fuss as your eyes twinkle so prettily. 

Damian:

One hand gripping yours, anyone who glances at you he hisses and glares at. 

The last thing he needs is for anyone else to get the wrong idea that he and you are “just friends” like that one guy earlier, who wouldn’t stop talking to you. And this was despite you pushing the word BOYfriend without a space in between while other twists it as “BOY friend”.

Since then, he’s been extra snarky, snipping, and laying the sarcasm thick. Clicking his tongue nonstop whenever he remembers the whole thing. 

He even decided to get back at the other, give a surprise visit tonight (all behind your back of course; he doesn’t need another session of nagging by you or his family) while continue being, what you consider as, “annoying” as his way of telling you to give all your attention to him for one whole week. Well, almost. 

“Can’t believe he won’t accept it when you’re my boyfriend. Right, Damian?” Fingers tangling with his, you flopped your head onto his shoulder  while looking up at him with a pout. 

It was at that moment he realized what “cute aggression” meant, his face burning and clenching his fists to stop himself from punching the tree next to the two of you. 

“Damian, you can let go now-” He ends up stopping you by giving your hand an extra squeeze, the temperature in his cheeks now a degree higher as he’s unable to find it in himself to vocalize he didn’t want to.

[pomegranatelifethis]

Sister

The Wayne Manor was a fortress of brooding intensity, except for one glaring anomaly: you. Y/N Wayne, younger twin to Damian Wayne by a measly two hours, were the antithesis of everything the League of Assassins had tried to forge into your brother. Where Damian was disciplined, you were lazy. Where he was stoic, you were a walking smile. And where he thrived on pain and perfection, you’d rather nap on the couch with a bag of Cheetos.

It was the first day of summer, and the Gotham heat was already unbearable. The Batfamily was gathered in the Batcave for a mandatory training session, orchestrated by Bruce Wayne himself. You, however, were sprawled across a rolling chair, spinning lazily, your Robin suit half-unzipped to reveal a tie-dye T-shirt underneath.

“Y/N, get up and join the sparring session,” Bruce’s voice echoed, stern but tinged with the exhaustion of dealing with you for sixteen years.

You grinned, kicking your feet up on a console. “Pass. My muscles are on vacation. Besides, I’m morally opposed to sweating.”

Damian, mid-kata with a katana, shot you a glare that could curdle milk. “You’re an embarrassment to the Wayne name. Get up before I drag you.”

You blew a raspberry, unfazed. “Try it, Dami. I’ll cry, and then Alfred will make you feel guilty with his disappointed eyebrow.”

Tim Drake snorted from his computer station, while Dick Grayson, ever the peacemaker, tried to mediate. “Come on, Y/N, just one round. It’s good for you.”

“Nope!” you chirped, popping a Cheeto into your mouth. “Pain and I broke up years ago. We’re not getting back together.”

Jason Todd, leaning against a stalactite, laughed. “Kid’s got a point. Why suffer when you can eat snacks and vibe?”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, you’re a Wayne. You need to be prepared—”

“For what? A villain who challenges me to a nap-off? I’d win.” You winked, and even Damian’s scowl twitched into something less murderous.

Despite your antics, Damian was fiercely protective. He’d never admit it, but the idea of you getting hurt—or even mildly inconvenienced—made his blood boil. You were his twin, his responsibility. The League had trained you both, but you’d rejected their ways, choosing laughter over lethality. Damian, though, saw you as a fragile flower in a world of thorns, even if you were more like a weed that thrived in chaos.

As the training session wrapped up, you skipped out of the Batcave, humming a pop song. Damian followed, because of course he did. “Where are you going?” he demanded.

“To the kitchen. Alfred’s making cookies, and I’m gonna steal the dough.” You flashed a mischievous grin.

“You’ll ruin your appetite,” he muttered, but he trailed you anyway, like a grumpy shadow.

In the kitchen, Alfred was indeed baking, his apron pristine despite the flour everywhere. You leaned over the counter, batting your eyelashes. “Alfred, my favorite human, can I have a teensy bit of cookie dough?”

Alfred’s eyebrow arched, but he handed you a spoonful. “Only because you asked politely, Miss Y/N.”

Damian scoffed. “You’re spoiling her.”

“Says the boy who hides her from every mission,” you teased, licking the spoon. “I’m not a baby, Dami.”

“You’re reckless and weak,” he shot back, but his tone softened. “You need to take this seriously.”

You rolled your eyes, hopping onto the counter. “Lighten up, twin. Life’s too short to be so… you.”

That night, after everyone had retired, you sneaked into the library, a place you rarely visited unless you were hiding from chores. You weren’t looking for anything specific, just bored and curious. That’s when you found it: a dusty, leather-bound book tucked behind a shelf, its cover etched with strange symbols.

“Oooh, spooky,” you whispered, giggling. You opened it, expecting boring Latin or something equally dull. Instead, a puff of golden dust exploded in your face, making you cough. “Gross! Who booby-traps a book?”

The room spun, your vision blurred, and the last thing you heard was your own voice muttering, “Well, that’s not good.”

---

When you woke up, everything was… big. The library floor loomed like a football field, and the bookshelves towered like skyscrapers. You tried to stand, but your legs felt weird—short, furry, and way too many. You glanced down and screamed, except it came out as a high-pitched *mrrrow!*

You were a cat. A small, fluffy, black-and-white cat with big, bewildered eyes.

“Oh, come ON!” you tried to say, but it was just more meowing. You scampered to a mirror, your tiny paws slipping on the polished floor. The reflection confirmed it: you were adorable, with a white patch shaped like a heart on your chest and whiskers that twitched with every emotion.

“Okay, Y/N, don’t panic,” you thought, pacing in a circle. “You’re a cat. This is fine. You’ve handled worse. Like that time you accidentally set off the Batmobile’s alarm.”

Your first instinct was to find Damian. He’d know what to do, even if he’d lecture you for eternity. You bolted out of the library, your new body surprisingly agile despite your human self’s aversion to exercise. The manor was a maze, but you followed the scent of Alfred’s coffee to the kitchen.

Damian was there, sipping tea, looking as grumpy as ever. You leaped onto the counter, skidding into a bowl of fruit. Apples rolled everywhere, and Damian’s eyes narrowed.

“What is this creature doing here?” he demanded, glaring at you.

“It’s me, you idiot!” you yowled, but it just sounded like an angry cat. You swatted at his hand, and he recoiled.

“Disgusting beast,” he muttered, reaching for you. You dodged, because if Damian caught you, he’d probably lock you in a cage “for your safety.” Instead, you jumped onto his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek to get his attention.

“Stop that!” he snapped, but he didn’t push you off. His eyes softened slightly. “You… remind me of someone.”

“Wow, rude,” you thought, but you purred anyway, hoping to charm him. It didn’t work. He set you on the floor and called for Alfred.

“Pennyworth, there’s a stray in the manor. Remove it.”

Alfred appeared, eyeing you with curiosity. “She’s rather charming, Master Damian. Perhaps she wandered in?”

“She’s a nuisance,” Damian said, but he kept glancing at you, like he sensed something familiar.

You decided to lean into your new form’s potential for chaos. You knocked over Damian’s tea, sprinted across the counter, and dove into a pile of flour Alfred had set out for baking. The kitchen erupted in white dust, and Damian’s shout of “YOU LITTLE DEMON!” was music to your ears.

--

The next few days were a blur of mischief. As a cat, you discovered you could get away with almost anything. You shredded Jason’s favorite leather jacket, blaming it on “natural instincts.” You hid Tim’s USB drive under the couch, watching him tear the manor apart looking for it. You even napped on Bruce’s Batcomputer, leaving a trail of fur that made him sneeze for hours.

Damian, though, was your favorite target. You’d sneak into his room, knock over his sketchbooks, and curl up on his pillow, knowing he’d be torn between kicking you out and secretly finding you cute. He named you “Shadow,” which you found hilarious since it was so close to your actual codename, Dusk.

But Damian was also the most suspicious. He’d stare at you, muttering about how your eyes were “too intelligent” for a cat. He even set up a camera to catch you doing something “unnatural.” You thwarted him by batting the camera off the table, because screw surveillance.

The rest of the Batfamily was smitten. Dick cooed over you, calling you “the cutest vigilante ever.” Tim built you a tiny cat-sized Batmobile, which you promptly used to chase Alfred’s vacuum cleaner. Jason fed you scraps of his burgers, declaring you “the only sane member of this family.” Even Bruce, the stoic Batman, let you nap on his lap during briefings, though he’d deny it if anyone asked.

Your human absence, however, was causing problems. Damian was frantic, tearing through Gotham to find you. He interrogated everyone, from Alfred to the mailman, and even hacked into your phone, only to find it dead in your room. His overprotectiveness was in overdrive, and you felt a pang of guilt every time you saw his worried face.

You needed to turn back, but the book that caused this mess was written in a language you couldn’t read (not that you could turn pages with paws). You tried to communicate, but your attempts—scratching “HELP” into a table or meowing Morse code—were dismissed as “cute cat behavior.”

---

By mid-summer, you were enjoying cat life a bit too much. You’d discovered you could sneak into the Batmobile and hitch rides to Gotham, where you’d terrorize pigeons and steal fries from food carts. But your antics were drawing attention. A local news outlet dubbed you “Gotham’s Mystery Cat,” and suddenly, every villain from Catwoman to the Riddler wanted to claim you as their mascot.

Catwoman, in particular, was obsessed. She scooped you up during one of your city adventures, cooing about how you’d be her “perfect partner in crime.” You hissed and clawed, but she just laughed, petting you until you begrudgingly purred. Damian, who’d been tracking you (because of course he was), showed up in his Robin suit, demanding your return.

“She’s not yours, kitten,” Selina purred, holding you up.

“She’s not yours either!” Damian snapped, and you could’ve sworn he was jealous. He snatched you back, cradling you like you were made of glass. “Stay away from my… cat.”

You wanted to laugh, but you also felt a surge of warmth. Damian might be a pain, but he cared. A lot.

Back at the manor, you decided it was time to get serious about turning human again. You sneaked into the Batcave, where Tim was analyzing the book. He’d figured out it was tied to an ancient curse, but the reversal spell required a “willing heart” and a “sacrifice of pride.” You had no idea what that meant, but you were pretty sure it involved groveling, which you hated.

You pawed at Tim’s keyboard, trying to type a message. All you managed was “IAMYNFIXME,” but Tim’s eyes widened. “Wait… Y/N? Is that you?”

You nodded frantically, purring for emphasis. Tim cursed, calling for the others. Within minutes, the Batfamily was assembled, staring at you like you were a science experiment gone wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Dick asked, scratching your ears.

“Because she’s an idiot,” Damian said, but his voice cracked with relief. He picked you up, holding you close. “You’re never leaving my sight again.”

---

The reversal spell was tricky. Bruce and Tim deciphered that the “sacrifice of pride” meant admitting vulnerability, something you and Damian both struggled with. You, because you hated looking weak. Damian, because he was, well, Damian.

In the Batcave, with the family gathered, Tim read the spell aloud. You sat in a circle of candles, feeling ridiculous as a cat. The spell required you to “speak your heart,” but since you could only meow, Damian had to do it for you.

He knelt beside you, his face a mix of embarrassment and determination. “Y/N… you’re my twin. My responsibility. I’ve always protected you because… because I’m scared of losing you. You’re not weak, even if you skip training. You’re strong in ways I’m not. I’m… sorry for underestimating you.”

You stared, stunned. Damian, admitting he was scared? That was the sacrifice of pride, all right. You felt a tear slip down your furry cheek, and you nuzzled his hand, purring softly.

The candles flared, the room glowed, and suddenly, you were human again, sprawled on the floor in your tie-dye shirt and Robin pants. “Well, that was a trip,” you croaked, grinning.

Damian tackled you in a hug, then immediately shoved you away. “Don’t ever do that again!”

The Batfamily erupted in laughter, relief, and teasing. Dick ruffled your hair, Jason handed you a burger, and Tim promised to burn the cursed book. Bruce just nodded, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

---

The rest of the summer was less magical but just as chaotic. You went back to your lazy, smiley self, but you made a small effort to train with Damian—not because you liked it, but because you wanted to show him you could. He, in turn, eased up on the overprotectiveness, though he still hovered like a grumpy hawk.

You and the Batfamily had countless adventures: stopping a Penguin heist, pranking Tim with glitter bombs, and convincing Alfred to let you throw a manor-wide water balloon fight. Through it all, you realized how much you loved your dysfunctional family, even if they drove you nuts.

On the last day of summer, you and Damian sat on the manor’s roof, watching the sunset. You leaned against him, munching on Cheetos. “So, twin, admit it. You kinda liked having me as a cat.”

He snorted. “You were a menace.”

“But you loved me anyway,” you teased, nudging him.

He didn’t reply, but his arm slipped around your shoulders, and that was answer enough.