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goddamnitmahtin · 3 months ago

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Jason is a Teenage Dad Part 3

The following month after Jason came home with Danny was…. a lot of work to say the least. There were so many things to do now that there were 2 more kids in the house than there used to be and Bruce was not used to acclimating to more than one kid at a time. Last time there was a buffer. On top of that, there were all of the legal and social responsibilities that came with Danny and Tim.

Bruce was able to get Tim’s paperwork squared away pretty easily since the police and CPS were both a joke and didn’t really even look at it before approving it. Which was funny since the adoption papers were written on his Batcomputer since he didn’t feel like going out to pick up a real one. It was identical to a real one though.

Tim was doing well and seemed to be fitting into the household smoothly from what Bruce could tell. Maybe his old life wasn’t so different from his new one. He also did well at his first gala as a Wayne. He didn’t cause nearly as much trouble as Dick used to. He didn’t hang from a single chandelier.

Jason and Danny on the other hand… well Jason was trying his best. And Bruce could tell that he had grown attached to Danny. Which was why he didn’t tell him he was doing a background check on the child to see if he had anywhere to go. If they had someone’s kid and didn’t give him back, Gordon would be on his ass about it.

Bruce couldn’t find anything on the kid. Nothing. He thought he may have found a relative in Amity Park as he found a photo of a boy in a public record year book that looked a lot like him but when he tried to reach out to the family, they denied having lost a child around 3.

After that, Bruce reluctantly looked into the logistics of Jason becoming Danny’s legal guardian. He would have preferred if Danny became Bruce’s ward until Jason turned 18 so he could legally adopt him with much less hassle but Jason didn’t like that idea when he talked to him about it. So Bruce had to figure how to sidestep and loophole his way into becoming a grandpa. It’s been exhausting so far.

Although Bruce was having a bit of a struggle with the changes going on in his home, he wasn’t having as hard of a time as Danny. That kid was definitely in some sort of traumatic situation before Jason found him. He was often hiding or running when he wasn’t clinging onto Jason like a life preserver. So far he hadn’t had any major scares due to Jason being oddly in tune with what to avoid.

The part that was the most stressful though? Explaining to Commissioner Gordon why he had the Joker’s head in his house. No body. Just the head. He explained that one of his kids found the head and brought it home. It wasn’t a lie but he wasn’t going to tell him the exact truth either. He was already lying about the fact that Jason died. The public was under the impression that it was just some joke the Joker pulled and he never actually killed Robin.

Bruce and Jason had covered it up by telling people that because of the whole fiasco Robin was taking a break from the field until it blew over. Although he wasn’t really sure how Jason was going to return to being Robin. Danny never left his side. Not to mention he didn’t really seem interested in it like he was before. Which… was fine. Once word got out that the Joker was dead, the public was pretty 50/50 about Robin. Half saying he was a hero for “killing” him and the other half worried about the ethic implications.

Bruce was going to have to talk to Jason about this more. It wasn’t like Bruce hadn’t fought alone before. He knew how. It was just significantly easier if he had some help. And he was NOT going to call Clark every time something happened. Of course he was never going to force Jason to do it. Infact, Bruce was relieved that Jason might actually want to live a normal childhood. Well as normal is it can be raising a child.

At least the household was finding its own routine again. Everyone was getting used to each other and Alfred was estatic that there were more mouths to feed claiming that he would “not have to hold back my cooking prowess now that I can make dishes meant for many people, Master Wayne!”

This morning, Alfred had outdone himself making a breakfast buffet of sorts that they could all grab from. Bruce got himself a plate and grabbed a little bit of everything. He always enjoyed trying Alfred’s food and he saw some things he didn’t recognize so he grabbed those.

Bruce sat down at the table and watched as the others in the house slowly peeled in. First was Jason who grabbed some toast and promptly left again since Danny often had nightmares and tended to freak out if Jason wasn’t there when he woke up.

Then it was Tim. He watched the boy make himself a plate and begin to eat silently. Bruce hated that. During the first two weeks or so of Tim living there, he thought that was just his personality. Very quiet, avoiding attention until necessary. But then he noticed that Tim commented about being used to being overlooked for “more important things” and it made Bruce’s blood boil to think that was how he was treated.

Bruce could tell that Tim hadn’t lied about that fact. He showed every sign of someone who wasn’t used to even being perceived while in the same room unless he was “needed.” Bruce was working to try and correct that since he knew how lonely a life that was.

“Hey Tim, your awfully quiet this morning. I assume you’ve found yourself a little mystery?” Bruce said, hoping to coax the kid into talking about whatever was on his mind. He had found that this strategy worked more times than not since he loved to talk about his interests.

As always, Tim looked surprised that he was being spoken to at all. Bruce hated that. He was going to make sure this kid knew he deserved attention.

“Uh yeah actually. I noticed that…” Tim began to animatedly talk about how Batman’s fighting style was significantly different when there was no one else around compared to when he had a Robin with him and that he found it fascinating that despite being able to more freely fight without worry of an ally being injured causing more efficient takedowns when it came to combat with a large number of goons, he also seemed to have a slower time with deductive reasoning without another person to bounce off of or talk to, leading to higher risk of civilian loss when it came to certain rogues like Joker or Riddler.

Bruce wasn’t dumb. He had started to suspect that Tim knew he was Batman two weeks ago. He didn’t make that fact subtle. Tim had been very much making sure that every opportunity he had to talk, he was talking about Batman. And he often had very interesting things to say that Bruce actually took to note. Tim wasn’t afraid of being honest about the shortcomings of the dark knight.

The thing was though about Tim’s current subject of fighting style and efficiency, was that he was right. Bruce did have a harder time with unplanned things when it came to taking down rogues. Fighting wasn’t a problem. He knew how to fight alone and he had done it before. But the ability to think on his feet without a person to bounce off of or use in his plans was much harder to do after not having to do it for years.

Bruce hated to admit it but… Tim had a valuable mind that would be perfect for a Robin. If he were to ever want to do that. Which knowing Bruce’s track record when it came to adopted kids…. he probably would. He just don’t know if he wanted to put another kid in danger. He didn’t have any proper training like Dick or Jason. And Jason literally died recently so the reality of what being Robin meant was really looming over Bruce’s mind right now.

Tim’s unapologetic and devastatingly accurate analysis of Batman was only interrupted when Jason reemerged with a newly awake Danny, still rubbing his eyes in his arms.

“Morning Danny,” Bruce said.

Danny scanned the room cautiously and after only seeing the people he was used to, he visibly relaxed, “Morning Grand-B. Morning Tim.”

Jason smiled, putting Danny down and telling him to pick a seat so he could make him a plate. Bruce knew this was a good sign that Danny’s morning didn’t start horribly wrong. No nightmares.

While at first they had a hard time getting Danny to feel safe enough to play or explore or even let go of Jason’s hand, they had made great progress and now as long as Jason was in the room, Danny was able to walk around on his own without as much fear and Bruce was glad to see that he was improving. However the whole Grand-B thing was something that Bruce hadn’t expected. But no doubt that was Jason’s influence.

Danny crawled onto a chair and looked at all the food cautiously as he did every morning. He stared at it for a moment as if looking for something as he did every morning. When he didn’t find anything, he smiled and agreed to eat. As he did every morning. Bruce didn’t know what trauma this kid had that made him distrust food that he didn’t watch get made but he did know that at least he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

Jason made Danny a plate and poured himself some coffee. Bruce would have said something about it being bad for him to drink it at his age but the last time he did, Jason very dramatically pointed out that other things could kill him faster than coffee. Like the Joker. With a crowbar. It also didn’t help that he learned that Tim also drank obscene amounts of coffee. Bruce learned to pick his battles on that one.

“Hey Tim, how’d your first gala go? I heard you dissed some CEO for embezzlement,” Jason said casually while sipping his coffee. He didn’t look it, but Bruce knew Jason thought it was hilarious.

Tim shrugged, “I just pointed out that according to public record he should have had enough money to pay his employees way better than he does. He’s the one who assumed I thought he was embezzling. Which he is by the way. I did the math and tracked his personal purchases a while back,” Tim said matter of factly.

Bruce wanted to be surprised but from what he had learned and seen from Tim since their meeting, he was crazy smart and had an eye for inconsistencies. A little detective in his own right.

“Daddy are we still going to the observatory tonight?” Danny asked, his plate already cleared of food.

Bruce watched as Jason went into dad mode. It was off putting the first few times he had watched it happen but by now Bruce was getting used to this new side of Jason.

“Of course my little star,” the 15 year old said as he helped Danny clean up the very little food Danny had gotten on himself while eating, “Daddy doesn’t have much homework today so we can go extra early. Are you excited?”

“Yeah!” little Danny exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. This was going to be Danny’s first time out of the manor since moving in. Jason had picked the observatory since not many people went there and Danny really loved space. Bruce hoped that everything went well so Danny wouldn’t be scared of going out again in the future.

Bruce continued eating after Jason and Danny left to get ready for the day. While at first he hadn’t quite liked the idea of Jason transferring his studies to homeschooling, he seemed to be adapting to it well and it gave him more time with Danny to take care of him and help him when he panicked. To be honest… Bruce was very proud of Jason for the Dad he seemed to be becoming.

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Sam and Tucker knew that it was bad news when the GIW shipped off in their trucks with Danny inside. They knew their friend was probably fucked. But they had hope. Except… that was 7 months ago. And last month the SCP Foundation came through Amity and cleaned up after the GIW who were apparently stealing their SCPs. Sam and Tucker had mentioned that their friend was taken and the foundation said that they would reach out if they found him. Apparently SCPs that were considered not dangerous were allowed to do normal human things like have friends. Who knew. Except that call never came.

At this point the two of them didn’t really know what to do. They didn’t want to believe that Danny was fully dead because he would have come to see them. But they also knew that if the SCP Foundation didn’t find him then the GIW didn’t have him anymore either. But if no one had him, why hadn’t he come home?

They were at a loss until Tucker came across an old text in the Smithsonian online library. It was a list of summoning spells and circles for different being types or certain beings themselves if they were powerful enough. Maybe they could just… summon Danny home?

At first they looked into the ghosts summoning spells but it seemed to be fairly unstable and there was no way to guarantee that the results would be what they wanted so they kept looking until they found a sigil for the Ghost King. The circle and and incantation were well thought out and the entire ritual seemed to be pretty straight forward. Maybe the Ghost King knew where Danny was? Since he was half ghost and all…

So the next thing they knew, Sam and Tucker were in an abandoned shed a few miles out of town drawing a summoning circle on the floor. Tucker did most of the outline work and Sam tackled the sigil that had to be drawn in the center. They took their time with it so it would come out right.

According to the book, some sort of sacrifice had to be made but ii said that it could be literally anything as long as it held value to you. Sam had suggested she bring something from her house but Tucker insisted that the only thing they probably had that was important enough to them both that they had was his PDA. So…. Tucker very sadly set it down inside the circle.

Then they began the chanting. Sam lit the candles the way the instructions described. Tucker followed the hand motions exactly.

Instantly, the circle began to glow as the summoning began to work. They watched as it got brighter and brighter, the green emanating from the portal that opened in the ground filled the entire space. And then… a figure appeared on a massive throne, adorned in a bellowing cape of stars and a crown of ice.

“I am the Ghost King, hi how are you doing? Just throwing it out there before we get started, I’m not into the whole mass destruction thing so don’t ask me to end the world. Oh hey! Sam and Tucker!”

Sam and Tucker were shocked to see Danny in front of them in full on ghost mode. But he looked different. Felt different. More powerful and maybe slightly older? Not the 15 year old they went to school with.

“Danny?” Sam said, frozen in shock.

They watched as Ghost King Danny squinted his eyes at them for a moment before realization seemed to hit him, “Oh you aren’t my Sam and Tucker. Hey Clocky, what universe is this?”

A post it note appeared in the air next to Danny. He plucked it out of the air and read it before saying, “Ohhh that makes sense okay.”

Tucker spoke up this time, “Danny… what’s going on?”

Danny smiled, “Ah well in the universe I’m from, I became the Ghost King. But since the Ghost King is a being of the Infinite Realms, I’m the Ghost King for all universes, not just mine. I am Danny, just not your universe’s Danny.”

Sam and Tucker felt a wave of disappointment wash over them. It was great that Danny from another universe got all powerful and stuff but it was still disheartening that it wasn’t their Danny in the circle.

“Soo… what’s up? People don’t really summon the Ghost King unless crazy shit is going down,” Ghost King Danny said, leaning forward on his throne.

Sam and Tucker explained everything, from the GIW to the SCP Foundation to their Danny never returning. Alive or dead.

“Huh… weird. Well he’s not dead. If an alternate me died I would have seen the paperwork,” the kingly version of their friend said while thinking. Then a tired look appeared on his face as if he had remembered something and it was something quite annoying.

“Clocky… what did you do?” he asked the air. Another post it note appeared. Danny read the note. Then let out a large sigh.

“You two ever heard of Gotham?”

Part 2 Part 4

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omgfangirlland · 14 days ago

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The Shadows That Nurture 26

Every time Batsis does something that otherwise would have ended with the genocide of a whole race, Kregg gets a gray hair.

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Your little tell-all stirred the pot- a lot. So much so that the internet, a week later, was still talking about it. Now, the crowd wasn’t in your favor at first, people are willing to suck billionaires off for less, but Bruce “the good one” Wayne? Most were quick to jump down your throat and call you a liar, but the Gothamites weren’t having that. It took all but three days for them to find every public article on you, and lo and behold- the public opinion swayed.

Years of missed achievements, a compilation of your kid pics showing how you slowly lost your smile, and compilation videos of you stopping looking in the crowd for your family were enough to pull a few heartstrings- the interviews of the teachers who knew you settled the knife in and the interview you gave Lois hammered it in.

“I appreciate my fans, but my job isn’t to be loved or liked- I’m a hero. My job is to save lives, even if that day it’s one- my job is to help as best as I can, whether or not I’m liked.” Your voice rang through the batcave. “Maybe I was in the wrong for punching him, but I’m not sorry for it. That man, the one he presents publicly to you, isn’t the one I grew up with. I find it beyond insulting how he thinks now because he feels guilt or desperation, or whatever, he can put that fake ass mask on and try to win me over when he just realized I wasn’t even in the manor, to begin with. I lived with him, and even if he didn’t see me, I saw him.”

“I stand by what I said that night. I have given you the proof I have, Ms. Lane, and I’m sure you’ll find everything checked out. My reasons for hating him and his monthly crew have a foundation, and that foundation is rock-hard cement, especially when compared to the way Nolan and Debbie raised me. Omni-Man was a better father than Bruce Wayne. Do you realize how fucked up that is?” Lois tried her best to give the Waynes some grace, but she just couldn’t. All she could imagine was Jon or Kon in your position, and it was all she needed for tears to be brought to her eyes. The medical records a Crime Alley doc went out of his way to hand to her personally, only settled the tone of her article.

“I’m not a good man, madame. I have taken bribes, done nasty things, and straight-up robbed people blind. But I can’t stand and let that girl get wronged like that when I know the abuse went beyond what she publicly said. The one rule I keep standing by is no kids harmed.” Was his only comment. The documents stating your terrible health occurrences, and personal musings on you possibly being underfed with signs of depression and anxiety, were enough to stir a ruckus of people calling for CPS to visit the manor and for Cecil to start nagging you with a therapist.

“I’m not a therapist or professional to comment on my mental health, but about being underfed, I can comment. I wasn’t deliberately starved- I was just doing too much and simply kept forgetting to eat, you can even ask mom, and she’d tell you the same. [REDACTED] is simply a worrywart who still nags me to eat three meals a day with snacks in between. They did terrible things, but let’s focus on the true stuff.” Was your only follow-up comment on the matter. “And while at it, Bruce was the adult who should have been there. Not Damian, Richard, Tim, or any of the other kids I have seen people comment on. They weren’t nice, but they were kids with their own shit going on. Bruce was the adult who should have known better, who should have acted upon his other kids pushing me to the side. At the end of the day, they did what they saw him do.” The Waynes did not comment.

Bruce was tired. And Dick was losing it even more. “It’s those other Graysons- they brainwashed her-“ He muttered, and Duke scoffed. “Man- it’s us! We did that, we made her hate us! You’re being obtuse on purpose.”

“And delusional,” Stephanie added. “Just because she’s a Grayson now doesn’t mean she’s your Grayson- It’s like all you heard is that she has your last name, so that must mean you’re forgiven and it’s a free pass for taking that you’re the favorite and only sibling.”

“Please,” Tim snorts as he grumbles, deleting and rewriting the chart over and over, cutting Dick’s protest. “Jason is the favorite sibling on our branch of the family.” That made Barbara finally turn from the computer. “Speaking of- where is he- why isn’t he helping us? And how come he was forgiven?” As Cassandra’s siblings started arguing over Jason’s lack of help, her eyes strayed to Alfred and Bruce.

Both men were defeated- Bruce caressing the bruise on his jaw, blankly staring into space as Alfred was just pure sadness, his eyes unmoving from the monitor that was just dedicated to you and your achievements. Cassandra’s training isn’t something she could forget, even if she wanted to- her eyes moved to Damian- and she saw in you what she saw in some of her siblings, what she saw in Jason a long time ago.

Her fingers twitched- like before she pushed the thought away. She was wrong about you being in London, she was wrong about this suspicion, too. She hoped she was. “She’s coming to Gotham.” Her words stopped the arguing and brought Bruce’s attention. “Heard her mention it to Jay… He insisted on housing them.” Damian clocked how his father’s spirit seemed to lighten, and he immediately commented. “Don’t get excited, father. She hates you more than anyone here.”

“She hates the Brucie persona he puts on-“ Richard tried to defend the man, but Stephanie snorted loud enough to interrupt him. “And she hates him-“ Duke nodded. “Coming to her with the media personality when she lived here and knows your brooding self is kind of a slap in the face.”

“Like you think she’s stupid enough to fall for it.” Tim finished, making Bruce slump back in his chair. Barbara’s lips pursed at the comment. “We all have kind of treated her like that… Like she’s not smart enough, not good enough. We didn’t even tell her about the vigilante stuff.” Alfred sighs as he finally looks away from the screen. “Treated like a stranger in her own home after such a traumatic event... We’re lucky she isn’t a rogue.”

“You’ve treated her like that.” Damian scoffs, making Tim stop short of pressing to delete the whole document to look at the young boy. “… That sounds like you’d be willing to throw us under the bus, Dami.” The youngest Wayne simply raised an eyebrow before looking at his father. “Since we’re all here and talking- I want to ask for less time as Robin.” The words left everyone speechless, well- except Tim, who let quite the loud “what” out. “I have decided I want to focus on my studies since I’ll be going to college soon, specifically to become a doctor. I will succeed where you and mother failed.” Bruce slid down in his chair at the chaos that erupted at the simple answer Damian gave.

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“No, I’m not sorry for punching him. Yes, I stand by everything I said. Maybe I could have gone about it in a better way, but it’s too late and honestly? I feel like my shoulders have gotten lighter, so fuck you-“ You flip off Batman before turning back to the JL members who have been staring at you since you walked in with Cecil, Slade, Lex, and your father and brother. “Any more questions about my family drama or can we go back to the Viltrumite treaty thing, because I want to go back to my vacation, thank you very much.”

“It was a clean punch, good job.” Diana’s comment got a few reactions, mostly snickers and Hal almost choking on the coffee he was drinking, but her smile was due to the way you puffed out your chest. “Thank you- I’m glad someone can appreciate my skills.” Cecil huffed at the look you threw at him. “Anyway-“ He cleared his throat. “Here are the terms we’ve come up with: Mandatory psychological evaluations, mandatory history classes and modern-day integration-“

“Don’t want to hear more of that arranged marriage to stop wars thing-“ Cecil continued, unbothered by you cutting him off as he handed out the papers. “- followed by tracking depending on scores to the mentioned things, weekly or monthly follow-ups, help with education, and slash or job opportunities.” Clark furrowed his brows. “Those are pretty light terms.”

“They are. J’onn would be doing the psychological evaluation, I trust him to be a good judge. It’s a test for them and a show of willingness from us not to be like them, all militia, no compassion. Based on their willingness and openness to learn to integrate, we’ll be able to sort out the ones who will be a danger or not. It’s not a foolproof plan to them seeping through the cracks, but measurements are being put into place to alert to seeps.” Green Arrow looked over the detailed paperwork. “What kind of measurements?”

The man flinched at the show of light that appeared behind him. “The magical kind, mate.” John Constantine huffed as he dropped into a chair close to you. “Every major city and what we’re calling key cities have been magically reinforced. Everything that appears out of thin air or that comes from outside the ozone layer, we’ll be notified of.” Zatanna continued for the man as she went to greet you, pulling you into a hug and slightly swaying you from side to side.

“Seems good enough for me.” Hal shrugged before he and everyone else turned to the paranoid man known as Bruce Wayne. “Batman?” Superman started slowly as he nudged the man who hadn’t stopped staring. “… I trust your judgment, Sorceress.” Bruce nodded. You just raised an eyebrow, eyes full of suspicion. Wonder Woman locked eyes with Clark before clearing her throat at the awkward silence. “We’ll be sure to be an active factor in this by following your lead. We’re clearly not versed enough on the matter to go do our own stuff.”

“Great.” Cecil turned to Lex and Slade. “Call them.” Slade just sighed as he pulled out a device and started typing, making Mark sputter. “Wait- right now-“

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Everyone was looking at you as you climbed Conquest and sat squatting on one of his shoulders while you explained the terms to him, Thragg, and Kregg. “-I’m even willing to sponsor Grandpa Morgan.” The league and Kregg seemed to do a double-take as you patted the oldest Viltrumite. “He’s a killing machine, not a-“ You quickly interrupted Thragg. “To you- I see the potential beyond that. He’s like those rescued fight dogs-” You quickly turn to the balding Viltrumite. “Do not test my trust and kindness, I will put you down like a rabid dog if you become a problem.” The man just snickered and gave a toothy smile.

“Sponsorship is a good idea, actually.” Cecil hummed. “Anyone willing to try it?” He looked at the Justice League. Constantine immediately slid down his chair under the table, but Diana did seem interested. “I’d like to give it a try. I would have appreciated some personal guidance during my first time here.” Cecil nodded, making a comment about reaching out to more heroes to see if anyone else would be willing.

“It’s settled then.” Thragg nodded, his eyes following your form as you jumped down from Conquest’s shoulder. “I will see you and your family during this- sponsorship, Nolan.” The comment thrown as the Viltrumites left made Nolan stutter over his words, wide eyes meeting his kids’ own surprised ones. “Oh, mama’s not going to like that.” You sigh, and Lex huffs with amusement. “You and your mother will run that man like a dog.” You wanted to argue… but your whole plan to educate them was just dog training 101, clicker and water spray and all.

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“So, what’s Gotham really like?” April asked you as she distracted a grumbling Oliver. “Sky pollution and eccentric people- don’t drink from the tap, Professor Crane likes to contaminate it with his fear gas at random. And stay away from the sewers, Uncle Waylon and Uncle Bundy don’t like people trespassing.” You shrug, making horns out of Oliver’s hair. “So- just New York City.” Debbie joked as she made sure your little alien plant was strapped well in the front seat.

Nolan patted the top of the car as he leaned to peer in the window. “You ladies all set and ready for take-off?” With a resounding yes, Nolan and Mark were left to deal with the transportation of the van. The take-off was always shaky, but both men were surprisingly good at keeping the car from rattling like a baby's toy. So it was no surprise that after a while, you fell asleep to your mom’s and April’s talking, the easy atmosphere luring you and Oliver into a much-needed nap.

Both you and Oliver woke up to the sound of the door slamming as Nolan entered the passenger seat and Mark climbed in next to April. “Sorry, kids.” Your father threw an apologetic smile back at you as you grumbled. “Oh- here, put in the address to your brother’s house.” Your mom handed you her phone, the GPS app already open.

The drive was just as peaceful, which was weird considering it was Gotham. Must be a Tuesday. “Why is every pedestrian looking at us like the car is about to explode?” Mark’s musing made you look up from your phone. “Hmm? Oh, because they do think that. We’re following the driving rules, so by Gotham’s rules, we either have drugs, bodies, or bombs.” You shrugged, going back to your phone as everyone in the car looked at each other. “Oh…”

“Mhm- oh, when we get to the crossroad take the right instead of going straight like the GPS says, we’ll need to get the back entrance to stow away the car.” Mark looked at you with worry. “Please stop using those words for roofed parking, especially now.”

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“Mama boss!” Oliver cooed, immediately followed by Mark and you with serious faces parroting his words while nodding. Jason’s eyes met yours before he smirked and looked at Debbie. “Mama boss.” Was heard once more from all four, making the woman sigh with exasperation, but the smile couldn’t be wiped from her lips. “That doesn’t stop you three from helping unpack.”

“Aww.” Oliver watched you three whine, and he too, followed with a short aw. “No need, already unpacked,” Nolan said as he went and pressed a kiss to Debbie's forehead, doing so to you, Oliver, and Mark too. Nolan cleared his throat as he almost did for Jason, too. He patted his shoulder instead, a tight smile on his face. “Good man.” Jason gave a grunt and a weird look in response. “Right… Fair warning- the bats will be weird about all of this.”

“When have they ever been normal about anything? Bruce dresses up as a bat.” Roy laughed before introducing himself to your parents. “Yes- hello, Lian Harper his kid- still not trusting you-“ The young girl pointed at Nolan, walking right by him straight to you. “You’re The Sorceress! You’re my favorite hero!” Her giddiness got to you, meeting her smile with one of your own. “Really? Did it hurt your daddy when he got dethroned?”

“Ha! It did not-“ Roy scoffed, but Lian interrupted him. “He was devastated. Tried to bribe me with Red Arrow merch for weeks, even tried pulling Unc Jay into it.” You laughed at the grumbling man. “Can you fly me around? Are your powers really magic? Like Zatanna? Are you single?” At the girl’s rapid-fire questions, Mark grumbled something about never meeting his fans.

“Easy there, kid-“ Roy jumped in as you processed the questions, trying to coax the teen to calm down. “Sorry, she really wanted to see you-“ You shook your head. “It’s fine. And the answer is yes, to all questions.” Lian smiled at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you like redheads?” Roy almost choked on his breath as he covered his daughter’s mouth, deliberately ignoring the way Jason’s head snapped to him and the way Mark and Nolan seemed to tense up. “Alright, that’s enough-“ In one quick move, a giggling Lian was under his arm, and Roy was moving back toward the door. “We’re getting takeout, have fun!”

“Cute kid.” You snickered once the redhead left. “He’s-“ The crime lord choked, “Please. Don’t date my friends.” Jason mutters, fingers twitching. “I don’t know Jay, the kid’s real cute.” You couldn’t help but tease him. “Going to take a nap, wake me up when they come back with the food.” And like that, the family went their own ways, Mark agreeing that a nap would be nice.

Jason just sat down on the couch, his eyes settling on his hands, brows furrowed. That- Why was he about to say that? Jason would never use his friends’ pasts against them, and especially not something like Roy’s addiction. He knew better, he was better than that- And yet he almost did. “Hon’?” Debbie’s voice gained his attention. “…Are you okay?” Jason blinked at her. He just smiled and nodded.

Debbie didn’t quite believe it, but she wasn’t going to push it. “Alright… how about you show me how your TV works, I was never good with technology-“ She wasn’t going to leave him alone either, and despite her terrible lie, Jason couldn’t help the genuine smile appearing. She reminded him of both Selina and Talia.

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Sneak peek ch 27:

Oliver looked between you and Bruce as you slammed the glass down. His eyes remained on the older man’s tired face. Bruce, sensing eyes on him, turns his attention from your whining form to the toddler sitting in his highchair. As the man gives the kid a small smile, Oliver isn’t having any of it, his little face scrunching up as he points at Bruce. “Ugly.”

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littlecrittereli · 1 year ago

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Have you thought about a situation where CPS has almost taken Chris away? The angst potential for this AU is good

If they were ever close, Chris would have never known about it...

Also shout out to the anon who suggested I call this AU Guardianship AU!! It now has a name YIPPEEEEE

I'm gonna lore dump about it real quick bc I have ideas and if I do not say them I will forget them.

Martin is 9 years older than Chris. Their parents died when Martin was 17 and Chris was 8. Martin got emancipated and was able to take custody of Chris but like all government branches... it's a really long process that basically drags out for Chris' entire childhood. Martin graduates high school early, gets a full-ride scholarship at Duke University while maintaining various jobs and internships. Sounds like a lot? yEAH bro is TIRED. But he's willing to put in the work if it means a better future for his bro.

Of course eventually he becomes apart of the Tortuga crew and things get a lot easier for them both. CPS is still riding his ass about taking Chris with him on these cross-country expeditions but he's been dealing with them for so long at that point it's not as scary.

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buff-muffin · 3 months ago

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I remember seeing this guy talk about raising his sons and it kind of made me think of a modern AU Dadan and how I think she would also use one of the methods this guy mentioned. I don't remember the guy who posted or how long ago it was before it resurfaced in my brain, but essentially. he knew his boys needed to rough house, get out the energy of being well behaved all day so he bough a few gym mats and punching dummy's and threw these kids (lightly) around. Which, in of its self, is an amazing thing to give a small boy? a place to be rough and tumble and loud, an outlet for the exhaustion of the day and a place where they could actually practice their strength.

Now the ASL brothers are by no means as gentle and really they're fighting with teeth and claws regardless. but I love the mental image of like. After hours of these boys fighting every second of the day. who gets the first bath, who gets the bigger sandwich, who has to sit middle in the car, who gets the good snack or the last serving or the shower or the top bunk. or whatever other reason they decide to have a BRAWL IN THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM. Dadan finally gave in. going round back of an gymnasium she manages to score some old worn out tumble mats. drags them out to the shed and says "this is where you fight. not in the bedroom. not in my kitchen. not at school. here. and the only rule is you cant cause enough physical injury to have CPS called in my ass again."

now when an adult gives you a round about way to let you beat your siblings ass? you're gonna take it. and the collection grew, second hand boxing gloves, pool noodles cardboard shields and the dangerous stay piece of bamboo. they had their battle arena and would run home to settle a fight from hours before. And also gave Dadan a reason to kick them out of the actual fucking house when they got too rowdy over mario kart.

Of course they still got hurt. punches too hard, slamming into the concrete, a lost tooth a broken limb. But I truly think those memories of running to the shed to fight over who got the last slice of dessert at 9pm must be some of those boys favourites. Dadan considered it a slightly duller head ache

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year ago

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Dick Grayson V Gotham

Chapter 1 - AO3 - Constantine Jr. AU

There were a few minutes every morning, in the dark before dawn when his alarm hadn’t yet rung, where Dick Grayson felt most at peace. Despite the ache in his body the night out as Nightwing, he felt refreshed and content to just rest his eyes until his phone rang and it was time to get ready for the day.

Unfortunately, peace was never meant to last.

With a loud crash that definitely woke the neighbors, a little body kicked his door in. A switch was flipped and blinding light filled the room. Dick squinted in the general direction of the intruder. “Get up already!” Danny, his ward, snapped, rushing forward to rip the blankets off his bed. Dick let him. “There’s a case ready for us at the precinct!”

Dick checked his phone. No missed calls, and Danny didn’t have a phone yet. “Is this another psychic thing?” he asked.

Danny rolled his eyes. “If I say yes, will you get your ass out of bed already?”

“Language,” he chided absentmindedly, but still got out of bed. Danny glared up at him, still not satisfied, and dragged him to the bathroom with a surprising amount of strength for an 8-year-old. “Huh! You’re really in a hurry today.”

“No, you’re just super slow!”

Dick pulled back against Danny, slowing their progress considerably. “Oh, it’s the age!” Dick bemoaned, draping himself dramatically against the wall. “Now that I have a kid of my own to look after, the years have started to take their toll—Ow!”

Danny glared up at him like he hadn’t just kicked Dick in the shin. Brat. “Be dramatic in your own time! We have a case, Dick, we need to go!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” Dick complied and got in the bathroom, saying just before he closed the door, “Make sure you’re dressed in clothes you can afford to lose! I don’t want you to get blood on your favorite jeans again!” Danny shouted back his agreement and finally, Dick was alone.

As Dick washed his face and did his business, he contemplated how he got there. Honestly, he didn’t get what Bruce was always complaining about; this guardianship thing was going great! It was three weeks since he’d wrangled Danny home, but he’d been preparing for this for months, ever since he learned that the little brat trying to solve murders was homeless. It took months of classes, meetings with CPS, and interviews with friends and family, but Dick was now the proud foster parent of Danny Smith!

Fortunately, Dick had managed to convince Bruce that the foster license was precautionary, like if he needed to protect a minor. Which was what he was doing! So not technically a lie!

Although, Bruce had his hands full already. Some new crime lord had taken up the Joker’s old alias and it was driving the old man up the wall. Bruce had even asked Dick for help on the case last night! He’d said no, of course; he wasn’t just going to abandon Danny in Bludhaven for days while they hunted down Red Hood, and he wasn’t going to spring Danny on Bruce, nor Bruce on Danny. Danny was a flight risk and had expressed disdain for millionaires in the past, and Bruce was… worse than he used to be. Tim had managed to resurrect some of the dad Bruce used to be, but ever since Jason…

Well, it was good that they wouldn’t be seeing each other any time soon. Maybe by then Tim will have convinced Bruce to go to therapy!

Coming out of the bathroom, Dick started at Danny, dressed in jeans and a Digimon t-shirt, standing on the counter and getting Dick’s lunch bag off the shelf. He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Packing breakfast to-go!” Danny said, jumping off the counter. Dick’s heart skipped a beat and he lunged forward, but Danny landed before Dick could reach him. He glared at Dick. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He straightened up, playing it cool. He observed what Danny had laid out for breakfast as he started the coffee machine. A banana, two yogurts, and a handful of granola just poured out onto the table. “You know, you absorb more nutrients when you sit down and actually enjoy your food. And we don’t need lunch to-go. Remember, we talked about this? We have to wait for someone to report the crime first.”

“How do you know no one hasn’t yet?” Danny challenged.

“Have they?”

“...No. We could report the crime though,” Danny grumbled, but opened a yogurt cup.

They really couldn’t. If they reported the crime, they’d still have to wait for other officers and CSI before investigating, and that’s even if they were given the case! But more importantly… Dick was the only officer in the department who believed Danny could see ghosts.

Sure, Commissioner Gonzalez believed Danny, but that was just one woman. As much as he appreciated the Commissioner’s work helping get Danny off the streets and processing the paperwork to ensure the boy got recognition as an official BPD consultant… well, Dick knew she had ties to the gangs in town, he just couldn’t prove it. Just because she liked him and Danny doesn’t make her good.

The fact that she promoted him to detective was evidence enough. Dick was an amazing detective—like everyone trained by Batman—but normally you’d need a certain number of years and successful cases for that level of promotion, both of which Dick didn’t have. Hell, he’d only been working as a cop for two years! But Danny was only willing to work with Dick… so Dick became the youngest detective in the city.

The coffee machine sang a little robotic song and Dick placed a Nightwing mug under the spout just in time to catch the stream. As Danny finished his breakfast, Dick shooed him off to go brush his teeth and turned on the TV. He still had thirty minutes before they had to leave for work—

“—taking after his father!” Jack Rider’s voice rang through the apartment. Dick frowned; why was this trash on? “Although I have to say, I don’t think anyone ever expected Richard Grayson to adopt a child of his own!”

Dick froze. What? No, he’d worked so hard to ensure that no one would find out—

A picture flashed on screen of Dick and Danny. Dick recognized it immediately; he’d taken Danny out to eat to celebrate Danny officially becoming his foster child. But that was weeks ago! They’d been sitting on the story for that long?

They didn’t even bother to blur Danny’s face.

“Now, Jack,” the co-host chided, “Let’s not get too hasty. Our source at Bludhaven PD—who will be unnamed to protect their privacy—said it was only a foster, not an adoption.”

Jack waved her concern away. “Yes, a foster. For now. Don’t you remember how long Richard was Brucie’s ward? Sure, the kid might only be a foster for now, but with this family, adoption is always on the table!”

Turning away from the TV, Dick checked their security cameras on his phone. When he’d first moved in, Babs had hacked into all the cameras in the apartment, piggy-backing off their feeds. There, outside the building’s main entrance, were multiple reporters. Some had even gotten into the building, although their aimless wandering told him that their apartment number hadn’t been leaked yet.

“Still, another street kid in the family,” Jack continued to muse. “That’s two now for the Waynes, right? Are they going to take off with an entire orphanage next?”

“Dick?”

He locked eyes with Danny, who gave the TV a worried look. But Danny didn’t get worried; he was a cocky, grumpy brat who’d given Dick a heart attack when he dared a gang member to shoot him in the face. But a news story scared him?

Smart kid. Dick was feeling scared too. So, he made the executive decision.

Dick knelt down to Danny’s height, gently grasping his shoulders. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to call out of work—”

“But Mrs. Bennett’s murder!” came the immediate protest.

Dick took note of the name, but held up a hand to stop him. “I know, I know. But it’s not safe for us to go to the precinct right now.” Someone at BPD had told the reporters about them. One of his colleagues, pissed that he’d gotten his promotion unfairly? Someone who hated that a little kid solved murders better than them? Or anyone looking to make a quick buck? The possibilities were endless.

He continued, “Commissioner Gonzalez will understand and help us consult with the case from online, okay? We’ll get sent pictures of the crime scene and you can talk to Mrs. Bennett and we’ll consult from Gotham just to be safe.” He had some PTO he could use, right? If not… Gonzalez could just fire him. He’d already known his co-workers were corrupt assholes, but to willingly put a child in danger was a step too far. If Gonzalez wanted to keep Dick—and therefore, Danny—she’d better clean house.

Danny made a face. “Why Gotham?”

“That’s where my family lives! While we wait for the story to die down, I’ll introduce you to my grandfather, Alfred, and my brother Tim, and my friend, Barbra! I’ll show you around to all the fun spots, it’ll be fun! So go get packed, buddy.”

Hesitating in the doorway, Danny said, “They won’t listen to me. The other officers aren’t like you.”

“They will listen to you. I’ll make them,” Dick promised. He’d gathered enough blackmail on his fellow detectives to force the issue, if needs be. He ruffled Danny’s hair. “Don’t worry, Danny. It’ll just be for a week or two and then everything will be back to normal. I promise.”

Danny glared at him, batting his hand away. “I’ll keep you to that promise, old man.”

As Danny retreated to his room—Dick’s former workout room—to pack, Dick went to his own, closing and locking the door behind him. The call to Gonzalez went about as well as he was expecting: first her anger at him taking time off, then his anger about being sold out to the media, then Gonzalez swearing as she found the news online, until finally agreement.

As they talked, Dick methodically packed away his Nightwing gear. After last night, where a slime meta had unceremoniously caked his suit in gunk that would not come out, he had two functioning suits: his back-up and his original that he kept for sentimental value. He packed all three, along with his gear. Maybe Alfred would be able to get the gunk out? But he couldn’t leave his things here. Their location was already compromised. If reporters decided the risk was worth it, they could break into his apartment and turn the whole place upside down looking for a story.

So, Dick had to take the story with him.

With all his gear packed, there was little room for personal belongings, so he did the best he could and only took the important things. His room at the manor still had a few changes of clothes. Fortunately Danny wasn’t a nosy kid, otherwise he’d never be able to get away with carrying his Nightwing gear in a normal duffel bag like this.

Now, the hard part.

The phone rang three times before it was picked up. “Master Richard.” Alfred’s icy tone made him wince. Oh, he already knew. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey, Alfie…” Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say that I decided I can help Bruce on that Red Hood case after all?”

“I see.” No matter how angry Alfred was, he was frighteningly polite. “And shall I prepare a second bedroom for your ward?”

Dick winced. “That would be great, Alfred. Thank you.”

“Then I will see you soon. And please inform the young master that I look forward to meeting him when you both arrive.”

“I’ll tell him. He’s been looking forward to meeting you; I’ve been talking up your cooking for months now.”

“Months?” Oh no. “How kind of you, Master Grayson.” It got worse. Alfred was pissed now. Why did he have to say months? It wasn’t like Dick had intentionally hidden Danny from his family; he was just hiding him from Bruce! He wanted some privacy and to figure things out himself! But now Alfie was mad and suddenly that privacy didn’t seem so important anymore. “Shall I assume you’ll be arriving soon then?”

“In around an hour.” Leaving his room, he checked on Danny. He was trying to back everything he owned into the suitcase Dick had bought him. “Maybe a little longer? I’ll call when we’re ten minutes away.”

“Then I will see you soon, Master Grayson.”

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