#can someone sent Alfred to knock me out?

[flamingpudding]

Red Hood: Okay you little shit. Give me three reasons why I shouldn't fucking shoot you right now?

Danny: I only need one. You would miss.

Red Hood: I would miss. At point blank? You fucking serious?

Danny: Yup, point blank doesn't matter. You would still miss.

Red Hood was very tempted. His gun was loaded with rubber bullets. The worst the kid would get would be a big and ugly bruise right on the forehead. Like the once he gave his brothers when they were especially annoying, mostly Dick thou. That would teach this little shit of an overconfident teenager a lesson.

Danny just got separated from his class during the school trip and wandered into Crime Alley, interrupting a drug deal and getting then discovered by the local Crime Lord after he beat up the bad guys. Really, he had just wanted to buy a shake real quick.

[okasuka]

waduh - damian wayne x reader btw

Chapter 1: The Curse

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Klarion the Witch Boy had been spotted in Gotham, wreaking his usual havoc. Damian and Y/N had been sent to confront him while the rest of the Batfamily dealt with the chaos spreading across the city.

Damian had charged ahead, his katana gleaming under the moonlight, every movement calculated and precise. Y/N, ever the stoic strategist, had hung back, analyzing the battlefield.

“You should wait,” Y/N said calmly, adjusting her glasses as Klarion floated above them, cackling.

“Tt. I don’t need to wait,” Damian snapped, his green eyes narrowing. “I can handle him.”

Y/N sighed, already anticipating disaster. “It’s not about handling him. He’s chaotic. Charging in—”

“Too late!” Klarion sang, his hands glowing with sickly green light. With a flick of his wrist, the ground beneath them cracked and trembled. “You Bat-people are no fun at all! Let’s make this more interesting.”

Y/N dove to the side as a burst of magic shot past her, but Damian pressed forward, leaping into the fray.

“Klarion!” Damian snarled, swinging his blade with precision.

“Oh, you’re feisty!” Klarion giggled, dodging effortlessly. “But let’s see how well you fight when you’re stuck with a partner forever!”

The spell hit before Y/N could react. A blinding flash of green light enveloped her and Damian, and suddenly, a glowing thread of energy snapped into place between them.

“What the—” Y/N staggered back, her hand instinctively reaching for her utility belt.

Damian froze, his katana still raised. “What did you do?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Klarion said with a wink before vanishing into thin air.

Back at the Batcave

The glowing thread pulsed faintly as Y/N and Damian stood awkwardly in the center of the Batcave. Bruce sat at the Batcomputer, studying the magical residue on the tether, while Alfred stood nearby, offering tea to everyone present.

Jason lounged against the Batmobile, smirking. “So let me get this straight—you two are magically handcuffed together? That’s hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious,” Damian snapped, tugging at the tether in frustration. The thread stretched slightly but snapped back, pulling Y/N a step closer to him.

“Stop pulling,” Y/N said flatly.

“I’m not pulling; you’re standing too far away.”

“Or maybe you’re too close.”

Tim, sitting nearby with a tablet, raised an eyebrow. “This is like watching a rom-com. All that’s missing is the banter about how much you secretly like each other.”

Damian shot him a glare that could have melted steel. “I will end you.”

“Enough,” Bruce said, his deep voice cutting through the bickering. He turned his chair to face them, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Klarion’s magic is unpredictable, but it always has a loophole. We’ll figure it out. Until then, you’ll need to stay close. The tether won’t allow you to be more than five feet apart.”

Jason snickered. “You two are going to have so much fun.”

Y/N adjusted her glasses and sighed. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Chapter 2: First Day of Being Stuck

The next morning, Y/N woke to the sound of someone knocking on her bedroom door.

“Get up,” Damian’s voice called from the other side.

She groaned, pushing herself upright and adjusting her glasses. The tether glowed faintly, stretching as Damian pulled on it from the hallway.

“Give me a minute,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair.

“No. We have training,” Damian said sharply.

Y/N opened the door to find him standing there, fully dressed in his usual black and green workout gear. His scowl deepened as he looked her over.

“You’re still in your pajamas?”

“I don’t train at six in the morning,” she said, stepping back to grab her gear.

“You do now.”

The Training Room

The session was a disaster.

Damian moved with his usual speed and precision, expecting Y/N to keep up, but the tether pulled taut every time she tried to find her rhythm. She landed a solid jab on the punching bag, only for Damian to stumble as the thread yanked him off balance.

“Stop pulling,” Damian snapped.

“I’m not pulling. You’re moving too fast,” Y/N replied evenly, wrapping her hands again.

“You’re slowing me down.”

“You’re impatient.”

Their voices echoed through the training room, drawing the attention of Dick, who wandered in mid-argument.

“Everything okay in here?” he asked, grinning as he leaned against the wall.

“Leave,” Damian said curtly, his glare promising violence.

Dick ignored him, his gaze shifting to Y/N. “How are you holding up?”

Y/N adjusted her gloves, her expression calm. “Fine. Just adjusting.”

Dick’s grin widened. “Good luck with that. Damian’s not exactly great at sharing space.”

“I don’t need luck,” Y/N replied.

Damian muttered something under his breath, but Dick just chuckled. “Well, if you need a referee, let me know.”

The Batcave (Later That Day)

By the time patrol rolled around, the tension between Damian and Y/N was palpable. Jason, watching them suit up, couldn’t resist a jab.

“So, how’s life as conjoined twins?”

“Shut up, Todd,” Damian snapped, yanking on his cape.

Jason raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying—it’s kind of cute how you two are stuck together. Like a buddy cop movie.”

Y/N ignored him, double-checking the straps on her gloves. Her scars, illuminated under the harsh cave lighting, caught Jason’s attention for a moment. He tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face, but he said nothing.

“Are we done here?” she asked, her tone as flat as ever.

Bruce nodded, stepping forward. “Remember—coordination is key. The tether will force you to move as one. Don’t let it slow you down.”

“Understood,” Y/N said.

Damian rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 2 (Continued): First Day of Being Stuck

Patrolling Gotham while tethered to Damian Wayne was as exasperating as Y/N had anticipated. The thread glowed faintly in the dark alleys of the Narrows, a constant reminder of their predicament. Every movement required precision, every step carefully coordinated. Damian, with his relentless speed and sharp instincts, moved through the shadows like a blade, and Y/N struggled to adapt. She was a calculated fighter, relying on deliberate strikes and endurance, whereas Damian preferred swift, aggressive tactics.

When the first group of thugs appeared, Damian lunged forward without hesitation, his katana flashing in the dim light. Y/N had to pivot quickly to avoid the tether pulling her off balance, landing a solid punch to the nearest thug’s jaw. Her boxing skills were precise, each movement designed to conserve energy while delivering maximum impact.

“Stay out of my way,” Damian barked as he spun, deflecting a crowbar aimed at his side.

“I’m not in your way,” she replied flatly, driving her elbow into another attacker’s ribs. “You’re in mine.”

“Tt. Unlikely.”

Despite their constant bickering, their combined efforts overwhelmed the group. By the time the last thug hit the ground, Y/N was breathing heavily, her glasses slightly askew. She adjusted them with one hand, glancing at Damian as he wiped his blade on a thug’s jacket.

“You’re reckless,” she said, her tone even but laced with quiet disapproval.

Damian’s green eyes snapped to hers, sharp and unyielding. “And you’re slow.”

Before she could respond, a voice crackled through their comms.

“Everything okay over there?” Dick’s cheerful tone echoed in their ears.

Damian growled softly, tapping his earpiece. “We’re fine, Grayson.”

“Really? Because you sound like you’re one insult away from killing each other.”

Y/N sighed, tilting her head slightly to look at the sky. “We’re managing.”

“Sure you are,” Dick replied, amusement clear in his voice. “Try not to kill each other before you find Klarion, okay?”

The comm went silent, leaving them in the heavy, tension-filled quiet of Gotham’s streets. Damian sheathed his sword and began walking, forcing Y/N to follow.

“Let’s keep moving,” he said curtly.

Y/N didn’t argue, though the irritation simmering beneath her calm demeanor was hard to ignore.

Chapter 3: Growing Frustrations

The next day started just as poorly as the first. Y/N had barely had time to finish her breakfast before Damian was tugging at the tether, dragging her toward the training room.

“You could at least wait until I’m done eating,” she said, holding her plate with one hand as she followed him down the hall.

“We don’t have time to waste,” Damian replied without looking back.

The training session that followed was a study in frustration. Damian’s strikes were fast and precise, but the tether forced him to adjust his movements, and he hated every second of it. Y/N, on the other hand, tried to maintain her usual calm focus, but the constant tug of the tether threw her off balance.

“You’re hesitating,” Damian said sharply as he parried one of her punches. “Stop overthinking and hit me.”

“I’m not hesitating,” Y/N replied, her voice steady. She feinted left, then aimed a jab at his shoulder. “You’re rushing.”

Damian blocked the punch, his movements fluid despite his irritation. “If I were rushing, you wouldn’t be able to keep up.”

The sparring match ended when the tether pulled them together mid-movement, causing them to collide awkwardly. Y/N stumbled back, adjusting her glasses, while Damian scowled and stepped away.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, rubbing his temple.

Y/N leaned against the wall, catching her breath. “Agreed.”

The door to the training room opened, and Jason strolled in, a grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of them.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” he said, leaning casually against the wall.

Damian shot him a glare. “Leave, Todd.”

“Relax, I’m just here to observe.” Jason’s gaze flicked to Y/N, lingering on the faint scars visible beneath her rolled-up sleeves. “You’ve got some battle wounds there, huh?”

Y/N didn’t respond, her expression unreadable. She adjusted the wraps on her hands, focusing on the task rather than the scars.

Jason chuckled, pushing off the wall. “Well, good luck, you two. Try not to kill each other before Klarion shows up again.”

As he left, Damian turned to Y/N, his expression unreadable. “Your scars. Where did you get them?”

Y/N paused, her fingers still on the wraps. “Missions. Mistakes.”

Damian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away. “They’re proof of survival. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Y/N didn’t respond, but the faintest flicker of something crossed her face—acknowledgment, perhaps, or understanding.

Chapter 4: Confrontation and Breakthrough

Three days into their ordeal, Klarion finally made his reappearance. Tracking him down had been exhausting, but now Y/N and Damian stood in a dark warehouse on the edge of Gotham, ready to face the witch boy once more.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite duo,” Klarion said, floating above them with a grin. His familiar, Teekl, purred lazily at his side. “How’s the bonding going?”

“Undo the curse, Klarion,” Damian demanded, his katana glinting in the dim light.

“Why would I do that?” Klarion twirled his fingers, sending a burst of green energy spiraling toward them. “You two are so entertaining like this!”

Y/N sidestepped the attack, her movements perfectly timed with Damian’s as they avoided the blast. They had spent days learning to coordinate, and it finally paid off. Damian deflected another burst of magic with his blade while Y/N closed the distance, landing a solid punch to Klarion’s side.

“Ow!” Klarion yelped, clutching his ribs. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Neither are you,” Y/N replied evenly, dodging another attack.

Damian pressed the advantage, his strikes fast and relentless. Y/N matched his pace, their movements finally in sync as they forced Klarion on the defensive. The tether between them glowed brightly, pulsing with energy as they fought as one.

With a final, well-coordinated strike, Damian’s blade sliced through the magical energy surrounding Klarion, and Y/N’s punch sent him sprawling to the ground.

“Fine, fine!” Klarion cried, holding up his hands. “You win! Curse lifted!”

The tether dissolved in a flash of light, leaving Y/N and Damian standing side by side, breathing heavily.

Klarion vanished with a pout, muttering something about ungrateful humans.

As the silence settled, Damian glanced at Y/N. “You fought well.”

“So did you,” she replied, adjusting her glasses.

Chapter 5: Resolution and Reflection

Back at the manor, the absence of the tether was both a relief and a strange adjustment. Y/N retreated to her room, taking comfort in the familiar clutter of comics and boxing gear. She sat on the edge of her bed, unwrapping her hands and staring at the faint scars crisscrossing her skin.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Come in,” she said, her voice even.

The door opened, and Damian stepped inside, his expression uncharacter istically hesitant. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the mess of her room—the comics scattered across the floor, the worn boxing gloves on her desk, the faint outlines of training routines scribbled on sticky notes attached to her mirror.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said finally, his voice quiet.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, folding her arms as she leaned back against the bedpost. “What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, stepping further into the room. His gaze lingered on her hand wraps, now discarded on her nightstand. “Something more… orderly.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a rare sound that barely curved her lips. “Not everyone is as disciplined as you, Damian. Some of us thrive in chaos.”

Damian crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t seem like the type to thrive in chaos. You’re… controlled. Calculated.”

She looked at him for a moment, studying his sharp features and the tension that seemed permanently etched into his posture. “Control doesn’t come naturally,” she said finally. “It’s something you learn when chaos is the only thing you’ve ever known.”

He tilted his head slightly, his curiosity evident despite his usual stoicism. “Your scars. You said they were from mistakes. What kind of mistakes?”

Y/N looked down at her hands, tracing the faint lines on her palms. “The kind you don’t see coming. The kind that teach you how to survive.” She glanced up at him, her gaze steady. “And the kind that remind you why you have to keep fighting.”

Damian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his green eyes scanning her face. “You’re strong,” he said, the words deliberate. “Not just physically. It’s… commendable.”

For a moment, Y/N was taken aback. Compliments weren’t something Damian Wayne handed out lightly. She inclined her head slightly, the faintest hint of gratitude flickering in her expression. “You’re not so bad yourself, Damian.”

He smirked faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable in a way neither of them was used to, an understanding passing between them that didn’t need words. Finally, Damian straightened, turning toward the door.

“You’ll be ready for training tomorrow morning,” he said, his tone back to its usual commanding edge.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance in her voice when she replied. “As long as you let me finish breakfast this time.”

He paused in the doorway, glancing back at her. “We’ll see.”

And with that, he left, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

Y/N leaned back against the bed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. For all his arrogance and sharp edges, Damian Wayne wasn’t so impossible to deal with after all.

Epilogue

Over the next few weeks, things between them shifted. The tension that had once defined their interactions softened into something that felt almost like camaraderie. During missions, they moved in perfect sync, their trust in each other’s abilities growing with every fight. In the training room, their bickering became less combative and more teasing, the sharp edges of their words dulled by mutual respect.

The Batfamily, of course, noticed the change. Jason teased them relentlessly, while Dick gave them knowing smiles that made Y/N want to punch him. Tim just raised an eyebrow and muttered something about “finally.”

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Y/N sat on the rooftop of the manor, looking out over the city. The scars on her hands caught the moonlight as she traced them absentmindedly, her thoughts drifting.

Damian appeared beside her, silent as always. He didn’t say anything at first, simply sitting down and gazing out at the skyline.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Y/N said after a moment.

“I was thinking,” he replied, his voice softer than usual. “About how much has changed since… Klarion.”

Y/N glanced at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “Changed how?”

Damian met her gaze, and for once, there was no trace of his usual defensiveness. “I’ve learned that strength isn’t just about discipline or precision. It’s about resilience. About finding a way to keep going, even when everything feels impossible.”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile. “Didn’t realize you were so introspective, Wayne.”

“Tt.” He looked away, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. “Don’t get used to it.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the city lights stretching out before them like a sea of stars. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt something she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge: hope.

And though Damian would never say it out loud, he felt the same.

More Time Together

Over the following weeks, Y/N and Damian found themselves spending more and more time together, even when they weren’t on missions or training. It wasn’t intentional, at least not at first. Damian’s disciplined schedule naturally drew her in, while Y/N’s calm and steady demeanor offered him a reprieve from the constant teasing and chaos that came with living under the same roof as the rest of the Batfamily.

Late nights often found them in the library, Y/N with her nose buried in a book or sketching out strategies in her notebook, while Damian meticulously cleaned and maintained his weapons. They didn’t talk much during these moments, but the silence between them was comfortable, unspoken words passing in the quiet.

It didn’t take long for Jason and Dick to notice the shift.

“Look at them,” Jason said one evening, watching from the shadows of the Batcave as Damian and Y/N worked side by side, silently repairing gear from their last mission. “Practically inseparable.”

Dick grinned, crossing his arms. “It’s cute. Like they’re figuring out how to be human for the first time.”

Jason snorted. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Dick’s grin widened. “Oh, absolutely.”

The First Trap

The next morning, Y/N was stretching in the training room, preparing for her session with Damian, when Jason strolled in, his expression far too innocent to be trusted.

“Morning,” he said, leaning casually against the wall.

“Morning,” Y/N replied, not looking up as she adjusted the wraps on her hands.

Jason smirked. “You and Demon Spawn have been spending a lot of time together.”

Her hands paused for a fraction of a second before resuming their task. “We’re teammates. It’s inevitable.”

“Sure, sure,” Jason said, waving a hand dismissively. “Anyway, I came to tell you Bruce wanted you to check the storage closet by the sparring ring. Something about a busted hinge.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow but shrugged, walking toward the closet. She opened the door cautiously, peering inside. The second she stepped in, the door slammed shut behind her with a loud click.

“Seriously?” she muttered, trying the handle. It was locked.

On the other side, Jason’s laughter rang out, followed by another voice—Damian’s, sharp and indignant.

“Todd! What are you doing?”

Y/N sighed, leaning against the door. “Let me guess. You’re out there too, Damian.”

“Unfortunately,” came his clipped reply.

The sound of a key turning in the lock made Y/N step back just in time for Damian to be shoved into the closet with her. The door slammed shut again before either of them could react.

“This isn’t funny, Todd!” Damian shouted, pounding on the door.

Jason’s laughter only grew louder. “You two need some bonding time. Don’t worry—I’ll let you out… eventually.”

Y/N sighed, adjusting her glasses as she looked at Damian, who was glaring at the door with murderous intent. “Your family is insufferable.”

“Tell me about it,” Damian muttered, crossing his arms as he leaned against the opposite wall of the cramped closet.

The space was small, forcing them to stand uncomfortably close. Y/N did her best to ignore the proximity, but it was difficult not to notice the faint scent of Damian’s cologne or the way his sharp green eyes occasionally flicked toward her.

“Any brilliant ideas for getting us out of here?” she asked.

Damian scowled. “The hinges are reinforced. Without tools, it’s pointless to try brute force.”

“Great,” Y/N said dryly, leaning back against the shelves.

They stood in silence for a while, the muffled sound of Jason’s laughter echoing from outside.

“I’m going to kill him,” Damian said eventually, his tone flat but deadly serious.

“Get in line,” Y/N replied.

The Elevator Incident

A few days later, Dick decided it was his turn to play matchmaker.

The entire Batfamily had been called to the manor for a briefing on a city-wide surveillance mission. After the meeting, Dick approached Y/N and Damian with a grin that immediately set off alarm bells in Y/N’s head.

“Hey, can you two grab some gear from the armory? It’s down in the lower level,” he said, casually tossing Y/N a keycard.

“Why us?” Damian asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Because you’re efficient,” Dick said, his grin widening.

Y/N sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

The armory was located in the depths of the manor, accessible only by a private elevator. Y/N swiped the keycard, and the doors slid open. She stepped inside, followed by Damian.

The ride started normally, the faint hum of the elevator filling the silence. But halfway down, the lights flickered, and the elevator jolted to a halt.

“What now?” Damian growled, pressing the emergency button.

Nothing happened.

Y/N leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Let me guess—this is another one of your family’s brilliant ideas.”

Damian’s jaw clenched. “Grayson.”

The comm crackled, and Dick’s voice came through, far too cheerful for the situation.

“Hey, you two! Having fun down there?”

“Grayson, when I get out of here, I’m going to—”

“Relax,” Dick interrupted. “The elevator will start again in… let’s say twenty minutes. Consider it a forced break. You’ve both been working so hard!”

The comm went silent, leaving Y/N and Damian alone in the confined space.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath. Damian, meanwhile, paced the small space like a caged tiger.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Y/N said, her tone deadpan.

Damian stopped, shooting her a glare. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Neither do I, but here we are.”

The silence stretched again, heavy with unspoken tension. Y/N adjusted her glasses, glancing at Damian, who was leaning against the wall now, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“You know,” she said eventually, “as annoying as this is, I think they’re trying to help.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “By locking us in closets and elevators?”

“They probably think we’re too stubborn to figure things out on our own.”

His expression softened slightly, though his scowl remained. “Tt. Typical Grayson logic.”

Despite herself, Y/N chuckled.

A Growing Connection

Over the next few weeks, Jason and Dick’s antics continued. From locking them in storage rooms to rigging training dummies to “accidentally” push them into each other during sparring, the traps became increasingly absurd.

But instead of driving them apart, the constant pranks had the opposite effect. Each awkward situation forced Y/N and Damian to communicate more, to rely on each other in ways they hadn’t before.

One night, after a particularly elaborate prank involving a fake mission file and a booby-trapped safe house, they ended up back on the rooftop of the manor, sitting side by side.

“They’re not going to stop, are they?” Y/N asked, adjusting her glasses as she stared out at the city.

“Not unless we give them a reason to,” Damian replied.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He smirked faintly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Let them think they’ve won.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, Damian.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” he said, his tone teasing but his expression serious.

Y/N looked at him, her stoic exterior softening for just a moment. “Maybe I don’t mind.”

Damian’s smirk widened slightly, but he didn’t respond. Instead, they sat in comfortable silence, the city lights stretching out before them like endless possibilities.

A Quiet Understanding

The Batfamily’s antics continued, but their effectiveness began to wane. Damian and Y/N had grown too accustomed to the pranks to let them rattle them. Instead, they found ways to subtly turn the traps into opportunities for teamwork, much to Jason and Dick’s frustration.

“You’re ruining the fun!” Jason complained one evening after yet another failed attempt to embarrass them—a rigged door in the kitchen that had been meant to douse them both in flour but had ended up covering Jason himself instead.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her expression stoic as always, but her eyes held a faint sparkle of amusement. “Maybe you need better traps.”

“Yeah,” Damian added, smirking. “Your methods are amateur at best.”

Jason pointed a finger at him, his face smeared with flour. “You’re lucky I like you two, or—”

“Or what?” Damian interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

Jason grumbled something unintelligible before storming out of the kitchen, muttering about how “no one appreciates a good prank anymore.”

Trust and Vulnerability

One evening, after patrol, Y/N and Damian found themselves in the library again. The quiet hum of the manor was soothing after a long night, the faint crackle of the fireplace casting a warm glow over the room.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her back against the sofa as she flipped through a book on hand-to-hand combat techniques. Damian, seated on the sofa behind her, was sharpening his katana with careful precision.

“You never told me,” Damian said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

“Told you what?” Y/N asked, not looking up from her book.

“About your scars. What happened to you before you joined the Batfamily?”

Y/N stilled, her fingers lingering on the edge of the page. She didn’t look at him as she answered, her voice quiet but steady. “I didn’t have a family like yours. No one to teach me. I had to figure things out on my own.”

Damian paused his work, his green eyes fixed on her. “And that’s how you survived?”

She nodded. “Barely. But eventually, I realized I couldn’t do it alone. That’s when Bruce found me.”

There was a long pause before Damian spoke again. “You’re stronger than you realize.”

Y/N turned slightly to look at him, her expression unreadable. “You’ve said that before.”

“Because it’s true.”

Something unspoken passed between them, a quiet understanding that didn’t need words. Y/N nodded once, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Jason and Dick’s Last Stand

Despite their growing bond, Jason and Dick refused to give up their matchmaking efforts. Their latest plan involved the manor’s expansive grounds and a little help from Tim, who reluctantly agreed to assist.

It started with a “routine training exercise.”

“You’ll be working in pairs,” Bruce had announced at the family breakfast table. “Tim and Jason, you’ll cover the east perimeter. Dick, you’ll handle surveillance. Damian and Y/N, you’re on the west.”

Y/N exchanged a glance with Damian, who shrugged. It wasn’t unusual for them to be paired together. What was unusual was the suspicious glint in Jason’s eyes and the not-so-subtle smirk on Dick’s face.

The first trap came in the form of a tripwire hidden along the forested trail. Y/N spotted it just in time, grabbing Damian’s arm to stop him.

“They’re getting sloppy,” she muttered, crouching down to inspect the wire.

Damian smirked. “Pathetic.”

They disarmed the trap easily, continuing their patrol with the ease of seasoned partners. But the traps kept coming—hidden nets, smoke bombs, even a series of well-placed mud puddles that nearly sent them sprawling.

By the time they reached the end of the trail, Y/N was brushing mud off her pants, and Damian was muttering curses under his breath.

“They really don’t give up, do they?” Y/N said, adjusting her glasses.

“No,” Damian replied, his voice low and frustrated. “But they will.”

The Final Push

Jason and Dick’s last attempt was their most elaborate yet. It involved a rooftop chase, a carefully timed “malfunctioning” grappling hook, and a conveniently placed set of ropes designed to entangle them mid-air.

The plan almost worked.

Damian and Y/N were in pursuit of a group of thieves when the ropes snapped into place, pulling them together and leaving them dangling several stories above the ground.

“Are you serious?” Y/N muttered, her face inches from Damian’s as they hung from the ropes.

Damian’s scowl was almost comical. “Todd and Grayson are dead men.”

Below them, Jason and Dick were laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

“You two look cozy up there!” Jason called, doubling over with laughter.

Y/N sighed, glancing at Damian. “Any ideas?”

“Of course,” he replied, already working on slicing through the ropes with a small blade from his utility belt.

Within moments, they were free, landing gracefully on a nearby ledge. Y/N adjusted her glasses, brushing herself off as Damian glared down at Jason and Dick.

“I’m going to kill them,” he muttered, his green eyes blazing.

“Get in line,” Y/N replied dryly, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

A Quiet Moment

Later that night, Y/N and Damian found themselves back on the rooftop of the manor, the city stretching out before them in a sea of lights.

“They’re relentless,” Y/N said, leaning against the railing.

Damian smirked faintly. “They’re idiots.”

She glanced at him, her expression softening. “But they care. In their own ridiculous way.”

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “I suppose.”

The silence stretched between them, comfortable and familiar.

“You know,” Y/N said finally, her voice quiet, “I don’t mind spending time with you. Even when your family is driving us insane.”

Damian turned to look at her, his green eyes meeting hers. “The feeling is mutual.”

And for the first time, Y/N allowed herself to smile—not a faint curve of her lips, but a real, genuine smile. Damian’s own expression softened in response, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through his usual stoicism.

The city lights flickered in the distance, but for once, neither of them was in a hurry to leave.

A Night at the Carnival

The announcement came at breakfast the next morning, delivered by none other than Dick, who bounded into the dining room with a wide grin.

“Family outing tonight,” he declared, plopping down at the table.

Bruce looked up from his newspaper, one eyebrow raised. “Outing?”

“Carnival’s in town,” Dick said, ignoring Damian’s groan. “It’s been ages since we all did something fun together. You know, like normal people.”

Jason snorted, taking a bite of his toast. “We’re not normal, Grayson.”

“That’s exactly why we need this!” Dick argued, undeterred. “And Bruce already agreed.”

“I did not—” Bruce began, but Dick cut him off with a pointed look.

“You agreed in spirit.”

By the time the sun set, the entire family—minus Alfred, who had politely declined—was on their way to the carnival. Y/N had been ambivalent at first, but the idea of spending time with Damian outside of missions or training was oddly appealing.

The Carnival

The carnival was a riot of bright lights, loud music, and the smell of fried food. Jason made a beeline for the food stalls, dragging Tim along with him, while Dick enthusiastically tried to convince Bruce to ride the bumper cars.

Damian, predictably, looked unimpressed by the chaos around him. Y/N, walking beside him, shared his sentiment.

“This is… loud,” she remarked, adjusting her glasses.

“Tt. Grayson’s idea of ‘fun,’” Damian muttered, his hands shoved into his pockets.

Despite their mutual disinterest, they stuck together, wandering through the crowds as they avoided the more enthusiastic members of the Batfamily.

“Want to try something?” Y/N asked after a while, gesturing toward the game stalls.

Damian raised an eyebrow. “You’re seriously suggesting we waste time on these rigged contraptions?”

“Why not?” she said with a faint smirk. “Unless you’re afraid of losing.”

That was all it took. Ten minutes later, Damian had singlehandedly decimated every game in the row, much to the dismay of the carnival workers. Y/N stood to the side, her arms crossed as she watched him effortlessly win another oversized stuffed animal.

“Impressive,” she said dryly as he handed her the prize.

“Obviously,” he replied, a rare hint of satisfaction in his voice.

The Ferris Wheel

As the night wore on, the group gradually reconvened near the center of the carnival.

“You guys should ride the Ferris wheel,” Dick suggested, his grin entirely too mischievous.

Damian glared at him. “No.”

“Oh, come on,” Jason chimed in, still chewing on a corndog. “Live a little, Demon Spawn.”

Y/N sighed, knowing resistance was futile. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Damian glanced at her, his annoyance softening slightly before he gave a curt nod. “Fine.”

The two of them climbed into one of the Ferris wheel’s small gondolas, the metal creaking faintly as it rose into the air. Below them, the carnival lights blurred into a sea of color, the noise fading into a distant hum.

Y/N leaned back against the seat, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “It’s actually… peaceful up here,” she admitted after a moment.

Damian sat stiffly beside her, his arms crossed. “I suppose.”

A comfortable silence fell between them as the Ferris wheel continued its slow ascent. The city stretched out before them, glittering under the night sky.

Without thinking, Y/N leaned her head against Damian’s shoulder, her exhaustion from the day catching up to her.

Damian stiffened at first, his body going rigid. But when Y/N didn’t move, he slowly relaxed, letting out a quiet sigh.

“You’re not as stoic as you pretend to be,” he said softly, his voice carrying no malice.

Y/N smiled faintly, her eyes half-closed. “And you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

He didn’t respond, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as the Ferris wheel reached its highest point.

Below them, Jason and Dick watched with barely contained glee, nudging each other like schoolchildren.

“Think they’ll finally figure it out?” Jason whispered.

“Give them time,” Dick replied, grinning.

A New Understanding

When the Ferris wheel came to a stop and Y/N and Damian stepped off, something between them had shifted. It was subtle, but noticeable in the way they walked side by side, their usual stoicism softened by an unspoken connection.

The rest of the Batfamily wisely refrained from teasing them further, though Jason couldn’t resist a sly comment as they all piled into the car to head back to the manor.

“Good view from up there?” he asked, smirking at Damian through the rearview mirror.

Damian shot him a glare but didn’t reply, and Y/N simply rolled her eyes.

That night, as they each retreated to their respective rooms, Y/N found herself smiling as she set the stuffed animal Damian had won for her on her nightstand.

And for the first time in a long time, the scars on her hands didn’t feel so heavy.

A Quiet Conversation

Y/N couldn’t sleep. The carnival had been unexpectedly enjoyable, but something about the way Damian had looked at her during the Ferris wheel ride lingered in her mind. She adjusted her glasses, staring at the stuffed animal he’d won for her.

On an impulse she couldn’t quite explain, she grabbed her hoodie and slipped out of her room, heading toward the training hall. Late-night training sessions weren’t unusual for her, and she figured the distraction would help.

When she arrived, she wasn’t surprised to find Damian already there. He was dressed in his usual black training gear, working through a series of precise sword forms. His movements were sharp and deliberate, but there was a tension in his posture that hadn’t been there earlier.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, leaning against the doorway.

Damian paused mid-swing, glancing at her. “No.”

Y/N stepped inside, crossing the room to sit on one of the benches. She didn’t interrupt him, letting him finish his routine while she wrapped her hands with the ease of habit.

When he finally set his sword aside, he sat down beside her, his breathing steady but his expression unreadable.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” Y/N said, not looking at him as she adjusted her wraps.

“So have you,” Damian replied.

Y/N smirked faintly. “I’m always quiet.”

He glanced at her, his sharp green eyes studying her face. “Not with me.”

That caught her off guard. She turned to meet his gaze, finding a sincerity there that made her chest tighten.

“I trust you,” she said simply.

Damian’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the walls he kept so carefully in place seemed to lower. “And I trust you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy with unspoken words.

“Why?” Damian asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual.

“Why what?”

“Why do you trust me? Why do you… choose to be around me?”

Y/N hesitated, considering her words carefully. “Because you’re honest. You don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. And you don’t expect me to, either.”

Damian’s gaze dropped to his hands, his fingers curling slightly. “Most people don’t see me that way. They see arrogance. Or anger.”

“They don’t know you like I do,” Y/N said softly. “You’re more than that, Damian. You’re disciplined, determined. You care about the people you protect, even if you don’t show it the way others do.”

Damian’s lips twitched into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And you?” he asked. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re guarded. Stoic. But you don’t hide who you are, either. You’ve been through hell, yet you don’t let it define you. I respect that.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his words, but she didn’t look away. “I think we understand each other,” she said after a moment. “Better than most people ever will.”

“I agree,” Damian said, his voice quiet but firm.

Another silence fell between them, but this time it felt lighter, as though something unspoken had finally been acknowledged.

“Damian,” Y/N said hesitantly, her voice softer now. “Do you ever wonder why they push us together? Dick, Jason… the others?”

He smirked faintly, the corners of his mouth curving upward. “Because they’re idiots with too much time on their hands.”

Y/N chuckled, but her expression quickly grew serious again. “Or maybe they see something we don’t.”

Damian didn’t respond right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than before. “Maybe they do.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart pounding in a way she wasn’t used to. “And what do you see?”

Damian met her gaze, his green eyes unwavering. “I see someone who doesn’t back down. Someone who challenges me. Someone who… makes me better.”

Her breath caught, the sincerity in his voice striking a chord deep within her. “You make me better too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their words settling between them. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, Damian reached out, his fingers brushing against hers.

Y/N didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her hand, letting her fingers intertwine with his.

“We’re not great at this, are we?” she said with a faint smile.

“No,” Damian admitted, his own smirk softening into something more genuine. “But I don’t mind trying.”

Y/N nodded, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. “Neither do I.”

And for the first time in a long time, they both allowed themselves to simply be still, finding comfort in each other’s presence as the night stretched on.

Revenge is Sweet

It had been a few days since the carnival, and the Batfamily had settled into their usual rhythm. Jason and Dick, of course, had not given up their playful attempts to embarrass Y/N and Damian, though they had backed off slightly after their latest attempt ended in complete failure. The duo had grown a bit more cautious, but Y/N and Damian weren’t about to let them off so easily. It was time for some well-deserved payback.

In the kitchen that evening, Damian and Y/N shared a look over their bowls of cereal, both of them sensing that it was time to put their plan into motion.

“I’m getting tired of their pranks,” Y/N muttered, pushing her glasses up her nose. “It’s getting a little out of hand.”

“I agree,” Damian said, his eyes glinting with the promise of something mischievous. “But we’ve let them get away with it for too long. It’s time for payback.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

Damian’s lips curved into a sly grin. “You’ll see.”

The Plan

That evening, when Dick and Jason were out on patrol, Y/N and Damian went to work. They had spent the day setting up their prank, carefully choosing their moment for maximum impact.

Jason had a tendency to leave his gear lying around the house, and today, his motorcycle gloves had found their way into the living room. Damian and Y/N had set a trap using his gloves—laced with a harmless but sticky substance that would coat his hands when he touched them. It was the perfect way to get back at him for the countless times he had drenched them in flour, whipped cream, and other ridiculous substances.

Next, they turned their attention to Dick. He had an odd habit of leaving his training equipment in random places around the manor, a habit that was both annoying and oddly endearing. Y/N and Damian had placed a series of rubber snakes in Dick’s gym bag. The snakes were harmless, but they’d make quite the surprise when he reached for his gear.

“We’re going to make them think they’ve won,” Y/N said as she adjusted one of the snakes in the bag, her fingers nimble.

Damian smirked. “They’ll regret ever messing with us.”

The Set-Up

The real genius of their plan lay in the timing. They knew that Dick and Jason would return from patrol late—too late to be thinking clearly, but just in time for their “rewards.”

The two of them hid in the shadows, waiting. Y/N’s heart raced, not with nerves but with anticipation. The element of surprise was crucial, and if they pulled this off, it would be a moment of pure, sweet revenge.

The front door opened, and Jason and Dick walked in, laughing loudly, their footsteps echoing in the quiet manor.

“Did you see that idiot on the east side?” Jason’s voice rang out. “He practically fell into the dumpster trying to escape!”

Dick chuckled. “He won’t be running again anytime soon.”

Y/N and Damian exchanged a look. It was go time.

The Prank Begins

The two of them moved swiftly, each heading to their target. Damian reached for Jason’s gloves, which had been left on the table by the front door. He hesitated for a moment before dropping the sticky substance into them, making sure it coated the entire inside. Meanwhile, Y/N slipped into Dick’s room and placed the rubber snakes into his gym bag, ensuring they were well hidden among the sweatbands and spare shirts.

Once everything was set, they retreated into the shadows again, the corners of their mouths twitching upward in anticipation.

It didn’t take long for Jason and Dick to settle into the living room. Jason was the first to reach for his gloves, tossing them carelessly onto his hands. Within seconds, he froze, looking down in disbelief at the sticky substance now coating his fingers.

“What the hell?” he muttered, shaking his hands in an attempt to get the goo off.

Y/N and Damian watched from the hallway, barely able to contain their laughter.

“Ha!” Jason exclaimed. “What did you do to my gloves?!”

Damian’s voice rang out from the shadows, calm and cool. “Something fitting for a prankster, I’d say.”

Jason spun around, his eyes widening. “Damian!”

Before he could say anything else, he heard Dick’s voice from across the room, now having discovered his own surprise.

“Holy—! What the hell are these?! They’re not real, right?” Dick shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he yanked the rubber snakes from his gym bag.

Y/N stepped into the room, her lips twitching as she tried to maintain a straight face. “Oh, they’re real all right. Just not in the way you think.”

Damian stood beside her, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Dick and Jason scramble to figure out what had happened. “I’d say you two have learned a valuable lesson.”

Jason glared at them, his hands still covered in the sticky substance. “I can’t believe you guys.”

Dick, trying to suppress his own laughter, was holding the snakes up to examine them. “Okay, okay. You got us. But just know, we’re coming for you next.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Damian gave her a rare, knowing smirk. “The real question is… can they top us?”

Jason shot him a look, his hands still covered in goo. “You’re both dead when we get our hands on you.”

“But it was worth it,” Y/N said, her grin widening. “For the record, this is far more entertaining than any prank you two pulled.”

The Aftermath

Jason and Dick tried to retaliate the next day, but every trap they set only ended in more laughter for Y/N and Damian. They had effectively outplayed the masters of mischief at their own game. The Batfamily had never seen Damian and Y/N work so well together, and it was clear that they were an unstoppable force when it came to pranking their brothers.

The family would never let them forget this, of course, but that didn’t bother Damian and Y/N in the slightest. The sweet taste of victory—and the smug feeling of knowing that their tricks had been more than just pranks—was enough to keep them smiling long after Jason and Dick had given up.

“We make a good team,” Y/N said later that evening, as they settled in for a quiet moment on the rooftop, looking over Gotham.

“We do,” Damian agreed, his voice softer now. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time.”

Y/N laughed, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The Calm After the Storm

The days that followed their prank war were a bit quieter. Though Jason and Dick made a few attempts at getting back at them, they were always a step behind. There was a sense of satisfaction that lingered in the air around Y/N and Damian, an unspoken understanding that, for once, they had come out on top.

It wasn’t long before the tension in the manor began to return to its usual hum. Jason was less inclined to leave his gear lying around, and Dick, although still cracking jokes, kept his gym bag closed tightly whenever he wasn’t using it. Their attempts at pranking had waned, leaving Y/N and Damian in peace for the time being.

One evening, after a long day of training, the two of them found themselves on the roof again, this time without the pressures of missions or family chaos. The city stretched out below them in a sprawling sea of lights, and the cool night air was a welcome relief after the heat of the day.

Damian sat against the edge of the roof, his legs stretched out before him, while Y/N stood beside him, her arms crossed as she surveyed the view.

“It’s quiet tonight,” she remarked.

Damian glanced over at her, his expression unreadable but his eyes softer than usual. “It is.”

“Kind of nice, don’t you think?” Y/N asked, her gaze flicking to the city below.

He didn’t answer immediately, and for a moment, it seemed as if he wasn’t going to at all. But then, his voice came, quieter than usual. “It’s better with you here.”

Y/N looked at him, taken aback for a moment. She hadn’t expected such a sentiment, especially from someone like Damian. He wasn’t one to express his feelings so openly. But the honesty in his voice made something warm stir inside her.

Without thinking, she sat down beside him, mirroring his posture as they both looked out over Gotham. “I like being with you too,” she said, her voice steady but quiet.

Damian turned his head toward her, his gaze lingering. “Why?”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, unsure of how to explain it. “You get it. I don’t have to pretend with you.”

“I don’t like pretending,” Damian replied softly. “It’s exhausting.”

She smiled faintly. “I know. Me neither.”

There was another stretch of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt easy. Natural.

“You make me feel… less alone,” Damian said quietly, almost as if he hadn’t meant to speak the words aloud.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his admission, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discomfort, but all she saw was sincerity. “I feel the same way,” she replied. “Sometimes, I forget how much I’ve been carrying around… until you’re here.”

Damian’s expression softened just a fraction, the tiniest hint of vulnerability peeking through his usual stoic demeanor. “I don’t want you to feel like that.”

Y/N chuckled softly, nudging him with her shoulder. “You can’t help me all the time, Damian. I’m good at carrying my own weight.”

“I know,” he said with a small smirk, “but I’ll always be here if you need me.”

She nodded, her gaze drifting back to the city below. For a moment, they simply sat together, the weight of their words settling into the quiet between them.

A New Understanding

Later that night, when they were back inside the manor, Y/N found herself glancing over at Damian more than once. The playful banter and teasing that had characterized their earlier interactions seemed to have faded, replaced by a deeper sense of connection.

It wasn’t just the pranks anymore, or the shared silence. There was something more—something neither of them could quite define yet, but that both of them felt with increasing clarity.

Damian, too, found himself seeking her out more often. Whether it was during training, when he would offer an unspoken challenge, or in the moments after, when they would linger in silence together, the bond between them had grown.

One evening, after a particularly grueling sparring session, Y/N noticed Damian hesitating at the door as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“You’re not going to just stand there, are you?” she asked, her tone teasing but warm.

Damian glanced at her, his green eyes holding a quiet intensity. “I—” he stopped himself. “I wanted to thank you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For… everything. For sticking by me. For making me feel… like I’m not alone.”

Y/N smiled softly, her expression gentler than usual. “You don’t need to thank me, Damian. I’m here because I want to be.”

He took a step closer, and there was something in his gaze that made her heart race, just slightly. “And I want you to be.”

The words hung in the air between them, but it wasn’t awkward. It was an understanding, one they hadn’t voiced until now, but one that felt as natural as breathing.

Before either of them could say more, they heard footsteps approaching. It was Jason, of course, with that infuriatingly smug look on his face.

“You two finally gonna admit it?” Jason asked, crossing his arms.

Damian scowled. “Shut up, Todd.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re always in the wrong place at the wrong time, Jason.”

Jason shrugged. “I’ve got a sixth sense for these things.”

“Well, your ‘sense’ is wrong,” Damian snapped, but there was a slight edge of amusement in his voice now.

Y/N chuckled, the weight of their unspoken words lingering in the background. She turned back to Damian, her smile softening. “You know, for all his teasing, I think Jason’s right about one thing.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“We are getting good at this,” she said with a smirk.

Damian’s lips curved upward into a rare smile. “It’s only just beginning.”

And with that, the night continued, the tension between them shifting from something unspoken to something a little clearer, a little stronger.

[batarella]

Bruce's Bathtime - Batfamily Sitcom

Bruce's mistake was thinking he could have a peaceful night in the bath on his day off when his manor is full of kids who share one brain.

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE I LOVE YOU AND IM SORRY I DISAPPEARED BUT I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING SWEET FOR YOU TO ENJOY. THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY "BATH" BY SAM AND MICKEY ON YOUTUBE.

WORDS: 1.7K

WARNINGS: NONE. IT'S WHOLESOME AND SWEET.

MASTERLIST

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Crime rates were always at an all-time low in time for the Superbowl.

Which meant Batman gets a day off. Duke was the only one on patrol that night. Alfred spent half an hour convincing him not to spend the night at the cave.

“Master Bruce, the bath has been drawn and I’ve taken the liberty of using the expensive lavender bath salts so you would not like to waste it.”

“You’re right, Alfred. I’m a billionaire and I find the fifty-dollar lavender salts a waste to not use.”

“Just get in the bath, Master Wayne. Just thirty minutes of quiet shall do you good. I’ve set an alarm.”

Since when did Bruce start working for him?

He did as told anyway. Bruce closed the bathroom door and stripped off his clothes to get in the tub. There were so many callouses in his body, he barely felt just how burning the temperature was.

It was just a minute in there when the first knock woke him from drifting off.

“Bruce?”

What the hell is Dick doing out of Bludhaven? “What?”

“Is the music room haunted?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I heard something inside.”

“Instruments tend to do that.”

“I did a headcount of everyone in the manor and everyone is accounted for except Duke who you sent out for patrol so I doubt it’s anyone but a ghost,” Dick said.

“Get out.”

“But I’m not even inside the bathroom.”

“Go away.”

“What if it’s not a ghost? What if it’s a spy?”

“The manor has more advanced security systems than the Pentagon, Dick.”

“That’s not a good point of comparison.”

Bruce closed his eyes and let the steam slow his rising blood pleasure.

“Just check the room. Could have been the wind.”

“I’m too scared.”

This man was almost thirty and was still giving Bruce the same amount of aneurysms as when he was eight.

“Ask Alfred to check for you.”

“Okay.”

He heard fading footsteps and let them lull him into sleep. He set his large arms onto the sides of the tub, sinking his mouth under the water.

“Father,” a voice said from out the door followed by three soft knocks by a small hand.

“What, Damian?”

“I need you to sign this letter from the school headmaster.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

He doubted that.

“It’s for a parent-teacher conference.”

Bruce let the silence answer for him until Damian gave in.

“Someone attacked me in class.”

“Damian-“

“Okay, I threw the first punch but he taunted me first about how I was small for my age but I said that I’m of perfect size for my age and that I’m simply too smart to be crowded into elementary school children when my intellect belongs to that of a senior and then he asked what I was doing here and not in 5th grade and I said what was he doing here and not in 5th grade and he spat at me and now his nose is broken and they want you to cover the medical bills.”

Christ.

“Maybe you don’t have to pay it. You can call them yourself. You’re Bruce Wayne. You can get away with anything.”

“I can, but you’re not Bruce Wayne, so you have to deal with it.”

“Can you just sign this, Father?”

“Fine.”

Damian walked in, fanning the steam off his face and covering his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see his own father naked, then handed him the letter to sign it.

“Make sure your handwriting is the same as when I forged it.”

His eyes could not have rolled further back into his skull.

The boy walked out, just two seconds before the next set of voices made him wish the gunman shot him in the head four decades ago and not just his parents.

“Bruce, could you tell Jason he’s not the only one who died and come back to life and that his robin costume doesn’t deserve to have to top display in the Batcave anymore especially since he’s here?” Tim said.

Jason’s voice was even more obnoxious. “I died first, asshole and no one else would have died if it weren’t for me so clearly, you should thank me. And my rebranding was better. You’re still technically a robin since, you know, it’s the other half of your name, so you don’t deserve to be memorialized.”

“You don’t deserve to be memorialized at all when you’re alive and not a memory. You’re not even the first robin.”

“You’re not the first anything.”

“I’m the first at a lot of things.”

“Replacement.”

“Glorified zombie.”

Bruce grabbed the cucumbers Alfred had laid out on the table next to him just so his eyes wouldn’t burst out in blood at how much he wanted to scream.

“Ask Alfred what to do,” Bruce said.

“Alfred is with Dick in the music room to look for ghosts. We need an answer now.”

“What do you even want me to do?”

“Tim threw my robin costume piled up with all their robin costumes when clearly, it should be in the display case,” Jason said. “And Tim wants to move my motorbike out of the cave.”

“You have so many motorbikes, would it hurt you to move just one?”

“No.”

“Bruce!”

Bruce counted to ten. “No.”

“No to what?”

“Everything.”

“You don’t even know what you’re saying no to.”

“I could not care any less.”

“Can we please come in?”

“No, I’m naked.”

“We’ve seen you naked.”

“Not on purpose.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Fine. Fine. We’ll get glass cases for both of you and we’ll pretend it’s a shrine as if you’re still dead. Happy?”

“Not from dying but sure,” said Tim.

“What about the motorbikes?”

“Put it outside,” said Bruce.

“Are you sure? What if someone sees?”

“Do whatever. Throw out the T-Rex in the cave for all I care.”

“Also, I need access to the batcomputers,” Jason said.

“For what?”

“Everyone else has access except me.”

“That’s for a reason, Jason.”

“Pretty please.”

“Get out.”

It took another five minutes of the two yapping at the other side of the door before it finally quieted down.

Then his phone started ringing. Duke.

That was when his blood pressure really started to spike.

“Duke? Is everything alright? What’s wrong?” he said to the phone.

“Me?” said Duke. “Oh yeah everything’s great! Not much crime when everyone’s watching the halftime show.”

“Then why’d you call?”

“Can I use the batmobile?”

Fuck a duck. “For what?”

“The streets are empty and you said I could drive it when there isn’t traffic.”

He hung up and threw the phone into the water before Duke could say anything else.

He had five minutes of quiet this time. Then Steph was at the door. “Bruce!”

An aneurysm. One of these days, he might actually have one.

“What now?”

“Can I change rooms?”

“Why?”

“Dick said there’s a ghost in the music room and my room is like five feet away and I don’t think I can sleep there anymore.”

“You slept there last night and everything is fine.”

“Ghosts can be quiet, Bruce, it doesn’t mean they’re not there. And you’ve made a lot of enemies, so I won’t be surprised if anyone’s settled in to haunt you.”

You’d think he wasn’t in a house full of vigilantes who fight the city’s most dangerous criminals.

“I haven’t killed anyone, Stephanie. I keep all my enemies alive.”

“What if it’s not your enemy? They don’t have to hate you to haunt you. Can I please just change rooms?”

“Move wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Can I move to the bedroom at the west wing?”

“That’s mine,” Bruce said.

“You have a bedroom? I thought you never slept.”

“Fine. Take it. Just get out.”

“Really?” Steph squealed. “The master bedroom. Sweet!”

It took less than five seconds before the next reason for his headache started pounding at the door.

“Bruce! Jason is trying to hack into the batcomputer!”

“I did not!”

“He did!”

“The World’s Greatest Detective is just mad I guessed his password on the second try.”

Bruce sank into the water, drowning their yapping until it had blurred out. He held his breath for seven minutes straight. He could die. That wouldn’t be the worst thing. Just when it was finally quiet, again, Bruce rose up and found Damian sitting on the toilet.

He continued to look unbothered even when he looked at Bruce straight in the eye.

“Do you mind?”

“I’d like to use this toilet.”

“There’s fifteen bathrooms in the manor, Damian.”

“I like this one.”

“I understand I have not spent as much time with you, but this is not what your tutors mean by father-son bonding.”

“Oh no, don’t worry. I don’t mean to bond with you. I just like this toilet.”

“Fine. Please. Take your time.”

He did take his time. Damian sat there for a whole five minutes and pulled out a book.

“I wasn’t being serious. Get out of here.”

“Relax, father. It’s your day off.”

Bruce eyelids fluttered closed and he refused to open them until his son left the bathroom.

The next knock made a blood vessel pop. “Bruce. It’s me Barb. So sorry to bother you but I found another group of conspiracy theorists on the TikTok who made a list of billionaires who have never been seen in the same room as Batman and you’re the front liner of that list. I know you told me to never engage with these things but it’s at fifty million views right now and they’re making edits of you as Batman.”

“Make more bot accounts and pin it on Elon.”

“On it,” said Barbara. “So sorry to have disturbed you!”

He’s going to have a talk with Alfred to block off the whole floor the next time he draws these baths.

“Bruce?” It was Cass. “I hope it’s alright if I take Steph’s room. I took the liberty of putting a speaker in the music room so Dick would tell everyone there was a ghost in the manor and Steph would move out.”

The alarm went off. His thirty minutes were up.

 One of these days, Bruce might finally break his no-kill rule, and it won’t be for the Joker.

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A/N: I MISSED ALL OF YOU ASSHOLES AND I HOPE THIS WON'T BE THE LAST

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[waynefamilyreactions]

The Batfamily goes to Group Therapy

- How am I feeling? Like I want to be dead again.

- You mean depressed?

- Jesus Christ.

- Why can’t we leave again?

- Alfred locked the doors.

- I am too sober for this.

- I don’t have favourites I love all my kids the same.

- Oh please, Father, we have all made peace with the fact that Grayson is your favourite. He is also my favorite. Drake is last.

- How honest Can we be without being sent to the psychiatric?

- Ma’am please, I didn’t ask for this. I was adopted last.

- I refuse to stay here and listen to Drake talk about his issues.

- Daddy issues? Yes thank you we had not a fucking clue.

- I am sorry I can’t help being awesome all the time and that you’re all jealous of me.

- The day I am jealous of you Todd, please feel free to put me out of my misery.

- Maybe if I hold my breath for long enough I’ll pass out.

- I swear to God, Goldie if you post another picture on instagram stories of this shitshow, I will kill you…

- …I’ll kill you with kindness.

- Can we order pizza? We’ve been here for hours.

- it’s been only 45 minutes

- yes I second that.

- Vegan if you must.

- Alexa, How many apples do I have to eat to get Cyanide poisoning?

- come on brat we’ve been here for hours just say it.

- seriously ma’am I shouldn’t be here.

- Fine. Drake you are mediocre at best but Father could have done much worse. In fact he has. He adopted Todd.

- It’s not too bad we’ve done some improvement

- quick someone knock me out.

[camillomea]

night lotus 2 wooden sword -part2

When Thea finally got out of the bathroom after taking a shower and getting dressed, Cass was still there. She was looking at the window, it was a little different from the windows in the house. The window was just inside and was full of perches. Cass looked at it in surprise and said "birds". Thea said "Oh you saw the perches". Cass went over to the window and looked at it curiously. Tim took out some bird food from a drawer with his hand. Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. Thea asked "Who". Jason asked "It's me. Are you free shrimp?" Thea sighed at the name but said "Yes you can come in I am free". Jason opened the door "Hey shrimp. Alfred is calling for dinner and asked me to let him know when the tea is ready" Thea said "Okay I'll come just to fill the feeders" Cass said "Me too" she fumbled with the sleeve of her pajamas. Thea asked "Do you want to help" Cass said "Yes". Jason said "Good room shrimp do you need help?" He came over to them. Thea said "You can take the ones on top". Jason helped them. Actually, his aim was to have a long interrogation at first but his priority was to help the shrimp. When he was done, Thea said "Thank you". Cass said "Sure. Why don't I have something like that in my room?" Jason said "I agree". Thea said "There aren't any birds that haunt you because even if there wasn't this they would settle in the trees around my house. B and Alfred helped me build it a long time ago". Jason looked at her curiously. Finally they left the room. Jason's gaze was on her. He wanted to make sure he didn't bump into anything or trip. Finally they came to the kitchen. Alfred asked "Did you eat while you were out". Tim said "No not yet". Alfred said "Thea". Thea said "Sorry my mind was on something else". Alfred sighed "Thea what did doctor Leslie say about eating" he asked. Thea said "I shouldn't miss my meals I'm already extremely thin. "And it's making my health worse and if it gets worse it's putting my life at risk," she said, her voice getting quieter. "How long have you been anorexic babybird?" Dick asked. Thea said, "No. But after being malnourished for so long I can't even remember to eat." Warning bells were going off in Jason's head. He and Dick looked at each other and they both seemed to be thinking the same thing. Dick said, "I understand babybird. You need to be more careful. If you need any help just let us know okay?" He asked. He smiled warmly. But his fist was clenched. He couldn't reassure his sister with his smile anymore. Thea said, "Thanks Dick." He was about to sit down on the chair when the doorbell rang. Damian went to the door. He frowned at the person standing in the hallway. It was Glen. Glen said, "Good evening I'm here to deliver a package to Nix. I was about to G-- when Thea arrived. Thea asked, "Is everything okay Glen?" Glen said, "Hey Nix the boss sent you some sweets and snacks. He suspects you forgot to eat again, and I think he's right. So we thought it would be good for your appetite," Thea said. "Thanks Glen. Please tell Nora and Lucas that I thanked them." Glen said. "Of course." Damian narrowed his eyes at Glen. Dick and Jason were behind them. Damian said in a condescending tone. Glen said, "I don't need a real sword to deal damage to someone, and the fact that only a real sword is needed means that your skill isn't developed enough in my opinion. Also, unlike a real sword, I can always carry it with me," he said without even batting an eye at the large duo behind them. Damian said, "Are you underestimating me? You're just too egotistical for a delivery boy," his body moved to jump on him. But before he could move, Thea stopped him before he could do something stupid. Thea said, "Thanks again Glen. I'm keeping the three of you busy despite your busy schedule."

[luvly-writer]

"But oh..cara mia"

Ch. 13 F*ck Around and find out

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: Fighting

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I don't know how to write fight scenes TuT so I apologize. I saw a few videos of Batman, Wonder Woman, and Black Canary fighting (Ref. DC Animated AU) and just described what I saw. Hope it wasn't shitty. Anywaysss, you can tell I have a lot of free time and am using it as best as I can and updating. Idk how much it will last cause April will be one tough ass month so yeah, HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

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Dick Grayson was damned the day he intellectualized his feelings for Yn. It had made his life nearly impossible and it was driving him insane. Seeing as he had been benched, his time spent around Yn increased even if she had asked for the opposite. Kory would go down to the cave but would stay quiet for the most part. Alfred would keep an eye on her making sure she wouldn't intervene with anything. For the most part, she would be found staring daggers at Yn, who in return would ignore her childishness. Dick had been in quite the predicament and the rest knew. They would see how his eyes followed Yn's figure everywhere and how Kory would storm off fuming. Everyone wondered why they hadn't broken up yet. They could hear the arguments coming from Dick's room every other night. Kory would always bring Yn to the topic but Dick would deny it. In his mind, he found it difficult to grasp how much he loved the girl. He feared that if he spoke word of it, all he had stood for ever since he was a child would crumble. In a world full of instability, his relationship with Yn was strangely comforting because it never changed. The cycle of joking to fighting to space then all over again was something he was used to. Now, that he sort of acknowledged his feelings internally (boy would rather be dead than say them out loud), memories resurfaced and his behavior in them was clearer. He didn't scare that boy that had asked for help for confessing to Yn away just to prove he had more admirers than her, he had done it cause he didn't want someone stealing her attention from him. The time he overly criticized one of Yn's first boyfriends wasn't because she had a horrible taste in men, it was because he wanted to be the one with her. Little by little, collections of his past came to bite him in the ass. All this time, I have been trying to search for you in other people and it took you finally telling me to leave for me to notice...it took you being in the same room as Kory and seeing the comparison of the woman he fell in love and the woman he wanted to fall for. Dick was a mess and a fucking idiot.

Your scent when you walked past him made him dizzy, your laugh whenever you talked with Babs was intoxicating, your slight touch whenever you changed his bandages left him almost begging for more, the soft sway of your hips, your eyes, your lips, God those lips he wanted to kiss and get lost in for all eternity, you just you, all of you. You were his weakness and he didn't want to accept it. Finally, he was off rest, the wound already healed. Yn had advised that he'd train on one of the simulations so that she could conduct one last check and he followed accordingly. The problem is that Kory followed as well, never wanting to leave Dick alone with Yn. The simulation began and all went swimmingly. Yn hummed and was about to leave before Kory spoke up, "Would I be able to partake in some training exercises as well? Maybe sparring?" Yn looked at her and shrugged, "Sure, knock yourself out. Although I have to change the simulation so that you get the best of the best." She looked down at her iPad ready to tap the new code when Kory interrupted her, "How about sparring?" She said and sent a wink his way. He noticed those didn't have an effect on him anymore but smiled anyways. "Well, Richard is in optimal condition so I guess" Yn answered and was about to leave when Kory called out to her. "Actually, I was thinking of you. Seeing as you do have your own powers, the match can be more equal" Dick let out a little "hey!" but looked between them, unsure of what could happen. Yn had been fed up by her constant shit and done being polite, "Alright, then. Suit up" you said coldly and walked away to get your suit.

Kory and Dick walked towards the cave, both in suits. There they found the rest gearing up for patrol. "I thought Starfire wasn't allowed in," said Damian as he placed his hands on his waist. "She isn't. She just wants to spar a little" said Yn walking towards them all suited up. Jason, who had half a protein bar in his mouth as he was loading his guns, choked and Duke patted his back. You walked towards the ring and turned to Kory, "I don't have all day." She flew towards you and you both stood in position. "3...2...1...GO!" and o it began

Kory and you circled each other, waiting for the other to begin. Kory got tired of waiting and threw a punch with her left, one that you swiftly avoided. She began attacking constantly and you stayed in defense. Left hook. missed. Right kick. miss. Jump left quick, not a chance. She began to taunt you whilst hitting, "Scared?" and you smirked at her just as she threw another left hook, you caught it, pulled it, and elbowed her stomach, leaving her out of breath for a second. She regained her composure rather quickly and began to fight harder. You were taunting her by not letting her hit you. "Stop avoiding and fight like an actual warrior DAMN IT," She said through clenched teeth. "Ok" you answer and quickly start to use the fact that she had used her initial strength against her. She goes to kick you but you slide under her raised leg, stand up and kick her in the back, successfully knocking her balance off. When she turns around, she is met by a mean right hook to the jaw. She stumbles back a little and looks positively enraged. She turns to hit you with her right but you catch it and hit her with your right knee. Star was livid. She had managed to hit your shoulder, making you stumble a little, and once she threw another punch, you used her momentum to grab her arm, jump up, place your thighs on her shoulders, and flip her, successfully throwing her on her back whilst you stood over her. You let out a soft whistle and smirk back at her as she gets up "One". Finally, Star had had it, she began to use her entire force and you did the same. Fed up with the fact she was losing, Star begins to throw more punches and kicks. Block the majority of them. She sends a kick your way and you grab her leg, kicking her other one, making her fall again. "Two," you say again and Star gets up, enraged. She started to punch again but you avoided it by doing two backflips in order to get away. Blinded by anger, Starfire raised her hands and shot one of her green light beams at you. Thankfully, quick as ever, you cross your forearms, using your Amazonian bracelets as a shield and you deflect them back to her, successfully throwing her back again. "Three" you finish and smile. Dick runs over to her, whilst Jason and Steph whoop at you in cheers. Damian has a smug smirk as he crosses his arms and nods, walking away to look for his swords.

Barbara comes up to you and claps your back, "You not doing yourself any favors if you ever wanted that girl to be cordial with you" and you laugh, "I don't care for pleasantries, I demand respect and she better remember that." Barbara laughs and follows you to the changing rooms. You come out, having changed out of your suit, and don't see Kory anywhere. That will teach her that if you fuck around, you most definitely find out.

After Yn and Babs left, Kory left for her room, embarrassed by what had happened. Dick was about follow her when Bruce arrived and told them that it was time for patrol. Once patrol was done, he had come back and wanted to talk with Kory, and see how she was but found her fast asleep. Tomorrow was going to be one long ass day and Dick just KNEW it was definitely going to bite him in the ass. Why you ask? Because tomorrow was the day of the gala. Dick took a shower and slid into his bed. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, "I'm fucked" he said before slipping into a dreamless slumber.

[awhitehead17]

Faces of the past

Batfam, De-aged Jason, Sibling relationships, Humour, Light Angst, Guilty Dick and Bruce, Sassy Jason.

Summary: The thing that seems to bother Jason the most about the situation is the family members he no longer recognises, he doesn't seem at all concerned by the fact he's been unexplainably reverted back into a teenager with no memory of his adult self. Dick and Bruce, on the other hand, are unprepared for the onslaught of thoughts and emotions of seeing Jason the age he had been when he died.

A/N: This has been done for day four of Batfam Week 2023, the prompt is de-aging. @batfamilyweek

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“We’re going to be late, Jason! Let’s go. What are you doing?” Dick shouts as he thumps his fist against the bedroom door in front of him. He huffs when no response comes and smacks the door again impatiently. “Jason. No matter how old you are Alfred will have your hide.”

This time he could hear shuffling going on inside the room. Dick rolls his eyes, it’s about time, they were supposed to leave the manor ten minutes ago. When Jason didn’t turn up in the foyer at the arranged meeting time Dick got sent up to fetch him, apparently that also meant waking him up.

A few moments pass by and when his brother doesn’t make an appearance Dick raises his fist to knock again but that’s when the door swings open revealing something that had Dick freezing in place and staring.

“What do you want Dickhead? Why are you waking me up at crack ass dawn, I only got back from patrol less than four hours ago.”

Dick blinks. He blinks again and then rubs his eyes when the sight in front of him doesn't change. In front of him stands a gangly teenager, a little too thin but who is slowly growing into his limbs, messy unkept hair, boyish features, higher than usual voice and who is short, the top of his head only reaching Dick’s sternum.

Blinking, Dick opens his mouth however he immediately closes realising he doesn't know what he's going to say. Ignoring the way the kid is glaring at him, with eyes that are all too familiar, Dick presses his way past the kid and into the room. Glancing around the otherwise empty room Dick frowns at the kid, finding him being to be the only person inside.

“Dick this isn’t funny. It’s Saturday. I deserve my lie in. Surely Bruce hasn’t set you up to this.”

Dick has no idea how to respond to that. Everything about the situation is wrong. The last time he saw Jason which happened to be hours ago, he was a six foot grumpy man, not this teenager version of himself. Dick stares at him as realisation strikes him, this Jason is young, he’s the age he was when he… when he died.

A shove from Jason, breaks him out of his thoughts. He stumbles to the side and stares at him as the teenager continues to grumble about being woken up on a Saturday for no apparent reason.

Dick holds up a hand, still unable to form words, and shakes it before deciding to step out of the room. Silently he closes the door and leans against it, trying to get his brain to function. What the fuck? How the hell has Jason reverted back into a teenager? If it’s even Jason, this could be someone else…

“Dick what is taking so long? Bruce is starting to get pissy. Not mention how Alfred’s disapproving frown is starting to make an appearance.”

Tim’s voice echoes down the hallway and Dick turns to him, watching him stride down the corridor to where he’s leaning against the door. At least Tim looks and appears normal. He doesn't know if that’s better or worse, perhaps Dick is dreaming and making up teenage Jason in his head…

When Tim reaches him, his little brother is sending him a judgemental look. Still unable to create words Dick simply moves to the side and gestures at the door. Tim can see for himself. Tim sends him a deadpan look, clearly not impressed, but he opens the door without question and peers inside. Dick knows the moment he spots Jason because his body completely stills.

Jason’s higher pitched voice filters through the opening of the door. “Who are you and what do you want? Is Dick still there?”

“Sorry,” Tim says evenly, “don’t worry about me. We’ll leave you be now…”

Tim slowly shuts the door and turns to Dick wearing a confused frown on his face. Dick puts his hands up placatingly, unable to answer the unspoken questions.

After a moment Tim clears his throat awkwardly. “We should probably tell Bruce to cancel today.”

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“So you’re telling me Bruce has a problem in collecting strays? Most people collect stamps, Bruce apparently collects children.”

Jason’s comment is said with a bluntness only a teenager could achieve, he’s sitting at the kitchen island on a stool and is swinging his legs as he rips up a piece of bread and eats it bit by bit. He's looking around the kitchen observing with interest before his gaze moves onto each person separately in the room with him. Which is basically the whole family, minus Damian.

After discovering teenage Jason, Dick and Tim called up Bruce with an emergency and it didn’t take long for Bruce to see what the situation is. After that it was a headache lasting several hours as they tell teenage Jason the truth, some of it, in how he’s somehow been de-aged and how he’s currently in the future where the family has expanded and not everything is the same.

That’s when Alfred approached and offered to fix up breakfast for everyone in the kitchen, Jason included. They were originally going out for food so this worked in everyone’s favour. Serious matters always seemed to be to be discussed over food.

Despite being disoriented with the situation Jason easily agrees and together they head to the kitchen. As Jason settles at the island, Dick saw the moment the older men realised what age Jason currently appears to be, he could see the devastation cross both Bruce and Alfred’s faces, if the others pick up on it they may understand but they wouldn’t be able to relate.

While they caught Jason up and also introducing him to Cass, Tim, Duke, Steph, and Damian when he made a brief appearance before deeming it not an important enough situation for his presence, everyone seemed to have made the same silent and mutual agreement in not mentioning Jason’s death. That’s for the best of course.

Jason waves around a piece of bread before shoving it in his mouth. “I don’t know whether to be insulted or proud there are robins after me. Was that a choice or forced? I’m surprised you allowed it Dick after what we went through.”

On the opposite side of the island Tim flinches at the comment which goes unnoticed by Jason. Tim covers it up well with the action of taking a sip of coffee from his mug but it doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of the family. Dick runs a hand over his face, all those memories, thoughts and feelings from that time are coming to the forefront of his mind.

Admittedly he hadn’t taken to Jason when Bruce brought him home. He knows and regrets how badly he had treated Jason back then but he had been an angry teenager, mostly angry at Bruce and Jason took the brunt of it. It’s one of the reason why he tried hard with Tim when it became clear the kid wasn't going away any time soon.

“Look I’m sorry, even now I still feel guilty about how I treated you.”

Jason snorts and send him a disbelieving look. He then looks over at Tim, “Did he at least treat you any better when Bruce brought you home?”

At being directly spoken to Tim looks like a deer caught in headlights. His mouth opens and closes for several long minutes before he finally comes up with an answer. “He wasn't accepting at first, just like you, but he soon warmed up.”

Somewhat the truth. They have to be careful with what they’re telling teenage Jason, especially regarding Tim’s involvement. The whole reason why Tim even became part of the family is because Jason died, as morbid as that reason may be. They’re going to need to tell Jason some white lies surrounding Tim and his background.

Jason hums and his attention moves onto the others. He munches away as he asks them questions that focus more on Gotham instead of everyone’s backgrounds. He asks what villains are still about, what their relationship with the police is like, how patrols work compared to back then and surely the technology must be better right.

The questions last for a long while and the entire time Dick watches as Bruce stares at Jason bewildered, his pseudo father clearly getting caught up in past memories of when Jason was originally this age before everything changed. The same energetic vibe teenage Jason is giving off, that young innocence he still somehow kept even after living on the streets for as long as he had. This was the kid who was cocky enough to attempt to steal the tires from the batmobile, who almost got away with it too...

Jason’s next enquiring question brings everything back to reality. “So since I’m a teenager out of time, how do I … not be? What do we do?”

“We’ll be looking into it, since nothing out of the ordinary happened to you, adult you yesterday, we’ll need to try and retrace your steps to try and see if anything comes up amiss. Something probably happened on patrol which you didn’t share with us that may be a key to working this out.”

It’s the first time Bruce has spoken up since seeing Jason the way he currently is. His voice sounds strained and as Dick noticed earlier, the man seems to be stuck in the past while looking at his second son the age he had been when he died.

Jason looks contemplative for a moment before piping up, “why wouldn’t I share everything with you, especially something significant? Isn’t that what you drill into us from the very beginning?”

At that comment Dick couldn’t help but snort which earns him a dirty look from the current teenager. Everyone else was snickering though. “Seriously? As if we all tell Bruce everything that happens during patrol. Nothing changes when you get older buddy.”

That’s the truth. Dick’s done it, hidden things, even big things, from Bruce that’s happened during a patrol. He knows for a fact Tim’s done it, the girls and even Damian. It’s typical behaviour, whatever excuses they may come up with but it’s not unusual for someone to hide something. Most of the time everyone is pretty good about reporting back but on occasion some things ‘may be forgotten about’.

Bruce clears his throat pointedly. “Until then, we’ll keep you safe. We may need to refer to you for different things throughout, but until then you stay here.”

Jason dramatically groans and rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fine if I have too.” With that he climbs off the stool and drops his plate off in the sink. “Thanks for breakfast Alfie, perfect as usual, glad to know your culinary skills are still on point.”

“Thank you Master Jason.” Alfred acknowledges with amusement.

“If I have to stay here I’m at least going to go and check out the library. Surely it must have expanded over the years right?”

As he begins to head for the door Cass blocks his path and grabs his wrist. “Let’s spar in gym.”

Caught off guard by her sudden appearance in front of him Jason blinks, “uh sure?” he glances round before looking at her again. “How good are you in combat?”

Steph lets out a barking laugh. “Oh this is something I need to see. She’s by far the best of us.” The blonde leads the way out of the kitchen and Cass drags Jason out with her before he could respond. As they disappear Dick couldn’t help but think that it’s strange seeing Jason almost the same height as Cass. It’s as amusing as it is weird.

“If you need any tech support let me know, otherwise I’m going to go watch Cass beat baby Jason’s ass.” Following his statement Tim leaves the kitchen with a fresh mug of coffee in his hands and follows their siblings.

With only four of them left in the kitchen Duke speaks up. “If you want me to patrol Crime Alley I can see if I can find anything out the ordinary or ask around to who may have seen Jason patrolling last night. I can also ask my own contacts for any information.”

Bruce sighs and runs a hand over his face. “That would be most useful, thanks Duke. Let me know if you hear anything back.”

Duke nods. “I’ll go out a little later and tonight too. For now I’m going to join the others, someone needs to record this…”

In a hurry Duke darts out of the kitchen which leaves only three of them. Alfred begins cleaning up breakfast and Dick stands there staring at Bruce.

“You okay?” He asks the man concerned.

“I’m fine,” comes the unsurprising response. “It’s just…” Bruce waves a hand and lets his sentence trail off but Dick knows exactly what he’s thinking.

“I know.” Dick says quietly, in understanding. “It’s hard seeing him like that. For now we just need to try and work out what happened to him and why. I’ll help where I can so let me know what you need and when.”

Bruce looks at him grateful, probably because Dick isn’t forcing him to share his emotions on the situation. Even if he pushed for answers Dick doubts Bruce would answer. Despite it being years and how they’ve manged to move on from what happened, long conversations and healing with Jason himself playing into that, seeing Jason this young again is bringing up raw emotions and memories.

“Thanks for breakfast Alfred.” Dick says pushing himself up away from the side he had been leaning on the entire time. He smiles at the elderly man as he heads out of the kitchen in pursuit of his younger siblings, the least he can do until Bruce calls him for help is try to keep the rest of them out of trouble. He just hopes they can find a solution to what’s happened sooner rather than later.

[princesspuresarahk]

The Batman Au: Riddler’s Reform

Chapter: 4 Going home and Cousins reunite

Warning before read for a sexual mature scene in a scene(mustbe18+) hints of heavy Riddlebat

After paying the man Alfred carefully helped Edward into the car and the taxi driver drove away with Alfred going back inside where he came from after a few minutes Edward finally removed the blindfold to see he was in the taxi "All right sir so where to?" A man asked kindly making Edward sign relief as he gave the driver the directions to his cousin's home heading out of Gotham's City limits into its country area. But not long after half an hour a sudden pop startled the taxi causing them to pull over inside of the road. Both getting out they realize that a tire was popped driver whispers a curse under him "Ah dang it! That was my spare I'm sorry Mister looks like I'm going to have to call a tow truck and see if I can get someone to get you home." he said apologetically "no that's all right sir I can just walk from here." The man scratched his head looking up at the clouds "You sure it looks like we're going to have some heavy rain clouds coming soon are you sure you want to walk all the way?" Edward reassured him that he'd be fine "Well okay mister I wish you good luck and be careful." He waved goodbye as he set to call a tow truck Edward made his way out even though he was really out of breath from running all day he didn't mind walking again continuing down the road he could barely see his cousin's house in the distance across some woods and swamp areas he got an idea maybe if he crosses through it he can get there faster so he set off the road into the woods.

After hours of walking and thankfully not running into Croc (who liked to hang out here) or one of his alligators which might still be around Edward soon found the exit that leads outside of the woods and surprisingly out of Gotham oh but he didn't know that it landed in a very muddy swamp Edward ended up falling out landing in the shallow water of icky smelly mud slimy clay and dead plants that stink with the mix of sewer as Edward let out a yell in frustration but at least he was out of that icky maze and from what he could tell now it was beginning to sunset and storm clouds were coming in and he still had a long way to go so getting up he headed towards North after a long, long time of walking and knowing he was far, far away from Joker and Penguin who were probably already caught and sent back to Arkham that Edward finally found his cousin's house just like the description smiling with relief on his face he continued walking the rain began to pour down heavily on him in heavy droplets but he didn't care his main focus was get to the house nor he mind as the rain was washing away most of the gunk on his clothes face and hair as he opens the gate to entrance of the house and made his way up to front porch.

By then it was raining hard getting him soaked to the bone as he rang the doorbell announcing his arrival to his cousin hearing footsteps approach the door Edward braced himself for Scarlet's reaction to his delay as his cousin opened the door with a look of shock and relief of her face "Edward is that you oh thank heavens you had me worried sick!" She was a tall elegant woman standing at 6’0ft with beautiful caramel skin, big exotic sea green eyes and very, very natural red curly hair being the color of red roses that could put Ivy’s to shame “Hi Scarlet… ow…” Edward smiled weakly waving as he winced still feeling beat and battered up from today. He could really use a break and a hot bath “What happened to you? You was supposed to be here hours ago!” Although Scarlet was mad, she was mostly worried and concerned about Edward when she couldn’t find him and spent all day looking for him before heading back to see if he made it to the house waiting for two hours and was about to go out again to search when she heard the knock at the door. He looked tired and it looked like he had bruises. She noticed tears peeking out from his eyes possibly feeling bad for causing her distress, she pulled him into a hug “Come on inside. It’s still pouring.” Scarlet invites him into the nice dry house. As they walked inside Edward kicked off his now very worn-out sneakers as he looked around at Scarlet's and his new home which happened to be an estate the Saddler family had owned for years since the Victorian era and got to admit his cousin had really modernized the place while keeping some of the old aesthetics around.

“I’ll grab you a towel so you can dry off.” Scarlet leaves to go fetch a towel for the very wet Edward who slumped down the sofa. “That would be wonderful Scarlet thank you." He replied smiling as he was lightly still shivering from the rain chill to the bone triplets of water fell from his hair, body and clothes making him a bit guilty and embarrassed of soaking his cousin's new furniture " Uh sorry about wetting your couch ." Apologizing as Scarlet came back with a big white fluffy towel for him handing it to him "Hey, it's fine Eddie. I’ll clean it up later.” Scarlet reassured him as she handed him the big white fluffy. “You want some tea to warm you up?” She asked with a warm smile. “Oh, that would be wonderful." The sound of warm hot tea in his shivering body sounded delightful as he dried himself it brought back memories of him and Scarlet when they were small and always had tea parties together.

At that time he was happy before his poor excuse of a Father made him and his Mother move to another city when he was 5 having to go through 6 years of emotional and(almost physical) torment until his Mum was able to secretly save up enough money to leave him for good taking Edward with her where they were able to retreat to his Aunt Alex (his Mum’s big sister) and Uncle’s home in another State where the Saddler family got them the best divorce Lawyer with his Mum getting full custody of Edward and to fully cut ties with his dimwit Father, had his last name change to his Mother’s maiden ‘Nygma’ Edward shook those memories away for now, right now he is in the present to make new ones as a new Edward G. Nygma!

Meanwhile, Scarlet prepares some caramello tea with cream and honey for her cousin. She brings the steaming tea on a small saucer and hands it to him. “Now…” She sits down on the couch next to him. “I have several questions such as… What happened to you and your clothes? Where have you been all this time?” Edward sighed he knew this was going to come he knew his cousin deserved a good explanation taking a sip and savoring the taste before taking a deep breath “All right it’s kind of a long story I’ll try to not make it too stressful with the details." And so he began his long clarification of what happened. Scarlet was flabbergasted after hearing Edward's long explanation "Oh Edward baby, you've been through so much today huh?." After finishing their tea Scarlet got up to head towards her phone "Hey how about I ordered some takeout and while we wait you go ahead and go take yourself a nice hot shower huh." Edward couldn't agree more as he nodded yes "Okay the bathroom is down the hall on your left go ahead and dump your clothes in the laundry basket too and I'll bring you some fresh pajamas in a little while okay." Again Edward nodded he was ready to get clean and take a nice long hot bath, ”Thanks Scarlet that sounds very wonderful indeed."

Getting up he headed towards where the bathroom was opening the door he was greeted by a beautiful bathroom with lavender violet walls stone marble floor a double sink, a toilet, a giant glass shower and a marvelous big bathtub that was calling his name. But first a shower. Walking towards where the laundry hamper was he quickly stripped himself off his dirty soggy wet clothes throwing them in the basket in a pile and headed towards the shower opening it up he found the handles turning it on as it let out a hot steaming waterfall before him after testing it to a good temperature he stepped inside letting out a pleasurable moan as the hot water poured over his tired pale body he had a few bruises in a couple of places after the day he had but they should heal in a few days. After letting the water completely soak his body Edward set to cleaning himself starting with his hair as he poured himself a glob of shampoo and conditioner scrubbing and washing his long raven locks twice! fiercely getting any dirt or grime out of there before rinsing and doing it again until he was sure everything was completely out. After rubbing his hair clean he proceeded to clean his skin grabbing a loafer he put in a good amount of body sugar scrub until covered in bubbles and proceeded to scrub again fiercely all over his skin fast and hard until it was pink and raw from the intense cleaning as he scrubbed and washed everywhere, after that he grabbed a racer and some shaving foam proceeded to start shaving body hair he didn't like having starting with his legs, armpits, arms and finally the area between his legs he didn't like hair anywhere. After again scrubbing and rinsing again he finally got out turning the water off steam rising from his slightly pink body as he grabbed the towel off the hanger and wrapped it around his hair a few strands poking out Edward then set to have a bath. Carefully walking across the floor still dripping from his shower smelling like coconut lime and mango, Edward made the start of the water filling it up warm before turning the knob and feeling the rest with hot water. As he waited for the water to fill he lit a couple of candles that were standing by the tub for a relaxing mood along with pouring some lavender bath oil, a bath bomb with bath salts good for the body and tossed in a couple of blood orange slices that were by the tub waiting until the bathtub was filled with foamy bubbles he turned off the water and made his way into the tub plus it had a bath pillow with it where he can set and relax his head on as he said “ Oh now this is nice,” letting out another satisfied moan as he let more of the heat relax his sore body. Oh dear lord he was in heaven he might never want to come out. 20 minutes had gone by when Edward heard a soft knock at the door "Edward baby I'm coming in." Scarlet must have his pajamas "Ok." He called out Scarlet opening the door “Hey Edward I got you some pjs and undies left them on your bed." Edward replied "Kay" as Scarlet added that his room would be upstairs on the right. closing the door giving him privacy again after laying in the tub for another 30 minutes until the water was losing its heat and noticing his fingers starting to prune a little Edward knew it was time to get out. Unplugging the tub to drain he climbed out of the bath grabbed himself a big giant fluffy towel and proceeded to dry himself off unwrapping his towel around his head letting his now damp hair fall over his face and wrapping his other one securely over his body he made his way out the door steam leaving the room as he did as he found the stairs down the hall. Once he made it to his room where he found his pajamas sitting on the bed dropping the towel to the floor he made his way to the bed.

The set was made with soft green silk with lace and felt very soft between his fingers he picked up a pair of black underwear along with the shorts and top after he was done he grabbed a hairbrush from the vanity and proceeded to brush his long raven locks brushing out all the tangles until it was silky smooth and soft like a black waterfall after he was done he decided to put it in a loose braid to keep from getting wild and messy in his sleep after all that was done he made his way out downstairs as the sudden smell of food hit his nose declaring that take out was delivered just in time! Scarlet sat by the couch waiting for them. Oh, dear lordie he didn't realize how hungry he was until now only eating half a bagel and small coffee and going throughout the whole day without eating and all that running he had quite an appetite, and his cousin knew what to get! getting some of his favorite sweet and sour chicken, white sticky rice and fried, BBQ boa buns, beef and broccoli, cream cheese crab rangoon wontons, and mei fen noodles. His stomach knew that as it let out a small growl causing him to blush a little. "It's all right Eddie baby cuz you had a long day and deserve a relaxing feast." Scarlet giggled.

Causing him to laugh a little too "Of course thanks Scarlet," he sat down next to her on the couch and they began to chow down and watch a movie (Studio Ghibli's Spirited Away to be exact!) as they ate. "Tomorrow we're going to go out and take you shopping Eddie I have a few clothes for you that you can wear until we can get you a whole new wardrobe setup." Edward understood that "And since you're probably going to need to keep a low profile for a while with the paparazzi we'll be going to a different town a little beyond the outside of Gotham it's a really cute little village-like town and it has lots of good shops and stuff where you can find some really cute clothes that I think will fit your style baby."

At Wayne Manor “I can’t believe it, why would Batman help Riddler out like that? What I find odd is that Batman didn’t hand the Riddler to the cops” said Dick who was with Barbara and Tim up in Bruce Wayne’s building. The three found it odd that Batman who was known to be the spawn of the shadows was safely sending villains on their way instead of handing them over to the authorities. It sounded odd, but the two eldest sidekicks began to find it odd that Batman was now starting to go easy on the Riddler. “That is kinda weird now that you mention it, but… even though he’s despised by all of Gotham’s baddies, Batman still sees these supervillains as people who need serious help. Batman wants these people to change… even though not everyone can” said Barbara as she perused through her book. Dick knew that Barbara was right, and the two began to realize that maybe there was something that Bruce wasn’t telling them. “Bruce is hiding something… and I don’t mean billion-dollar secret base in a cave kind of hidden… why is Bruce this kind with Riddler? I mean he took him back to the cave! Does that have to violate some kind of law?” asked Barbara who found this whole thing with Batman and Riddler odd.

“Hey Alfred, where’s Bruce got to? Is he working in the cave?” asked Jason as he paused his game for a moment. Alfred had just come in to bring Tim his 10:00 pm snack a rare treat he gets to have Friday nights the 5-year-old's favorite chocolate rainbow sprinkled donut with a glass of milk. “Master Bruce has decided to shower and turn in for the night,” said Alfred, he too knew Bruce was seeing the Riddler differently. Still, Alfred decided to stay out of his boss’s business.

In the dark privacy of his room Bruce was having a time of pleasure “E-Edward… 'mm..mmmm ahhh” Groaned Bruce, he was as alone in his room, half nude on his bed black boxers slightly pushed down touching himself excitedly. After that battle today he just had an unexpected rush of sexual stamina go through him hard! (he didn’t know what got into him) causing him to keep it under control trying to ignore it after they got back to the cave and were able to send Edward on his way home after he found himself privacy later after a shower he let himself let loose as Bruce was fantasizing about Riddler and was fondly remembering the time he and the Riddler shared a night of passion. Looking at it was actually his first time being with a man, Bruce knew he was Bi-curious and liked some guys from afar but never really got into it Bruce usually ending having dates or simple one-night stands with the ladies he’s been with but with Edward (ever since that night from their temporary alliance) felt different as Bruce felt frustratingly hot and had his hands all over his muscular body, imagining how good it felt to have the effeminate Edward Nygma so close to him. “Y-you’re so cute… mmmm mmm yes!” Moaned Bruce as he was feeling his hand around his hardened cock, he started stroking himself hard as he thought about when Edward rode him, and how cute his petite partner’s moans sounded. Bruce never masturbated a lot, but it felt so good to do it now. Sometime in the future, Bruce wanted to have Riddler back here at the mansion. Yes, that’s right, a date. Bruce could immediately envision it. “I think I do like guys,” said Bruce as he lightly smiled tiredly before letting out a growl climaxing and drifting off to sleep.

Edward was knocked out after he and Scarlet finished dinner and watched 2 more movies by the time they finished the third one it was already nearing midnight and Edward was bushed “I’m heading to bed Scarlet goodnight,’’ wishing Scarlet a goodnight wave “Alright sweets dreams Eddie baby,” giving Edward a kiss on the head he headed back to his designated room where after flopping on his bed he crawled under the covers he had immediately fallen into a deep dreamless sleep surrounded by comfy soft blankets and big fluffy pillows as he snuggled up into them he knew tomorrow was going to be a new day.

Chapter: 5 Shopping and a date?

[makethatelevenrings]

Kryptonians and French Tarts // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes! @afrolatinosuperfam​

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries but nothing detailed

Summary: After being injured in a fight, you go to Wayne Manor to get some help watching Jon for the night. Luckily, a certain vigilante is also benched at home.

“Okay, you’re going to behave, right? No destroying priceless art. No antagonizing anyone. Respect Mr. Pennyworth,” your mother dictated as she led the procession of your family towards the towering manor before you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You adjusted your little brother on your hip and flashed your mom an innocent smile. “No letting Jon turn into Jack Jack from the Incredibles.”

Your mom let out a quiet “you’re going to be the death of me” as she climbed the stairs to the front door. It swung open before she could knock, revealing Mr. Pennyworth.

“Miss Lane, Mx. Y/N, young Mister Jon,” he greeted. “I trust the drive from Metropolis went well.”

“Yes, Alfred. Thank you so much for doing this.” By “this”, she meant giving you and Jon a place to stay in Gotham while she attended a journalism conference. Your dad and Uncle Bruce were off at the watchtower saving the world again while your other brother, Kon, was in San Francisco at Titans Tower, working on some case that Tim had found. Which left you and Jon all alone.

While this normally wouldn’t be a problem, you had experienced an unfortunate run in with some kryptonite on what would be a routine patrol of Metropolis. Lex Luthor had other plans, of course, and the kryptonite had knocked you through a building. Your father had appeared seconds later, dripping with righteous anger and rage, and Aunt Diana took care of the kryptonite. Unfortunately, your powers hadn’t fully developed yet so the healing process was taking longer than it would for Kon or your dad. Your parents didn’t want you and Jon to be alone in your apartment when he was still developing his powers and you were benched.

So, here you were at Wayne Manor with a superpowered baby brother who was currently squirming in an attempt to get out of your grasp. You sighed and leaned down to let Jon free, wincing at the ache in your ribs.

“Master Damian is in his room,” Alfred informed Jon. “I believe he mentioned something about introducing you to our new cow.”

“Sweet! Thanks, Alf!” Jon raced out of sight and you huffed out a laugh. That kid had boundless amounts of energy.

“Alright, I’m off. Be good. Behave. Don’t strain yourself,” your mom ordered. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and dropped a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks again, Alfred.”

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Lane.” The door shut behind your mother and Alfred turned to you. “I have a new recipe I’ve been working on if you would like to assist me in the kitchen.”

You followed after him into the depths of the manor. You had been here plenty of times over the years, but it never failed to surprise you at the sheer size and ostentatious beauty of the place. It felt like something out of Pride and Prejudice when Lizzie toured through Pemberley.

“I was finally able to convince Beverly to share her french tart recipe,” Alfred explained. “It was as if she were hiding the code to Fort Knox. For someone who can barely create a passable mousse, I must begrudgingly admit defeat against her tarts.”

“You’re an honest man, Alfred Pennyworth.” You snagged one of the strawberries from the bowl he had set up on the counter. “How are the ladies?”

He launched into a detailed explanation of his knitting club and their recent exploits as the two of you blended, stirred, and sliced up ingredients for the tart. Once it was in the fridge to chill, Alfred sent you upstairs to check on the boys. You peaked your head into Damian’s room and found your little brother floating cross legged in the air, playing video games and chatting with the youngest Wayne who answered with a few grunts and hums. Like father, like son.

Slipping back out, you headed towards the library. The Wayne library never ceased to amaze you. The large floor to ceiling windows let in the perfect amount of light and looked out onto the gardens below. Books lined the towering shelves that used rolling ladders to get to them.

But as you got closer, you could hear that the library wasn’t empty and it was a familiar heartbeat that resounded in your ears.

“Todd,” you greeted the sprawled out figure on the couch. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hands and smirked.

“Alien,” he shot back. “I didn’t realize you would be here today.”

“Kon’s in San Fran with Tim, Dad’s with Bruce in space, and Mom’s at a conference,” you explained. “Someone had to watch Jon and bruised ribs don’t make it easy.”

He grimaced and shifted his legs to make space on the couch. You sat on the empty space and stretched out so you were lying parallel to him. Jason rested the book open faced on his broad chest and nudged your knee with his elbow.

“How did you bruise your ribs? I thought you were invincible.” A furrow appeared between his brows as he frowned. Jason had been a witness to your invincibility many times. The two of you had fought side by side whenever the Justice League was called in, leaving Gotham and Metropolis down a hero. While Batman hated metas in his city and your father disagreed with Red Hood’s methods, they both relented with the knowledge that their children were safer with the other helping.

The two times that Jason had called your name in an emergency had been heart stopping. You had never flown so fast to get to someone and the fear that clutched your throat when you found him bleeding out in an alley…

You shoved the thought aside and nudged him back with your knee. “Why are you here?”

“Got shot,” he said bluntly. “Alfred doesn’t let you leave the manor until seventy-two hours have passed. You never answered my question.”

“Luthor got his hands on kryptonite again and I didn’t see it coming until I was crashing through the sixteenth floor of a skyscraper.”

His jaw flexed as he clenched it. “And your dad hasn’t killed him yet…why?”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but it would be really bad publicity if Superman killed a millionaire of one of the leading companies in the nation,” you quipped. “And before you get any smart ideas, no, the Red Hood cannot go and kill Lex Luthor.”

“I could make it look like an accident.”

“I’m sure you could.” You shifted on the couch to grab a blanket off of the back and winced at the pull on your sides. Instantly, he sat up and reached for the hem of your shirt. Jason pushed it up to see the bruising on your skin and he ghosted a hand over the injured area.

“We should get you some ice,” he murmured. “Have you taken any painkillers?”

“I’ll be fine,” you protested. “Seriously, Jay.”

“No, it’s not fine, Y/N. It’s one thing for me to be injured because I’m human. You aren’t supposed to have bruises. You’re supposed to be safe.”

The glow of green crept into his irises and you cupped his cheeks between your hands. Jason shut his eyes and breathed in deep and slow in an attempt to calm the Pit.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. You brushed his dark locks out of his face and ran the tips of your fingers along his forehead, temple, and then jaw. “Here.”

Taking his hand that rested over your bruised side, you raised it to rest against the steady beating of your heart. An almost imperceptible shudder ran through him at the feeling of your heartbeat and a smile curved at the corner of your lips.

“I’m fine.” You would have continued in your reassurances if he didn’t capture your lips in a searing kiss. You fisted a hand against his shirt and tangled your fingers in his short hair and deepened the kiss. He groaned into your touch and you could have sighed in relief. Finally, you thought. The two of you had been dancing around each other for months at this point.

Jason slowly lowered your back down against the couch, mindful of both of your injuries, and started to slide his hand up your shirt when your phone started ringing. The two of you broke apart just as the library doors flung open.

“Demon brat, go away,” Jason groaned. He rested his forehead against your shoulder as you snickered and answered your phone.

“Tell Todd that if he doesn’t get his hands off my child in the next five seconds, then he won’t have any hands,” your dad said in lieu of a greeting.

“What the hell were you doing to my sibling, Hood?” Kon’s voice sounded from down the hall.

“Were they making out? Ew, Kon, put me down before I puke,” Tim said. You groaned and raised your hands to cover your face. Sometimes, you hated your family, even if you loved them dearly.

“Next time, we do this at my place,” Jason growled. “After I line all the walls with lead.”

“I heard that!” All three Kents shouted.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

If we’re going for a happy ending with the batmom reader drabbles: I need to see Bruce’s stubborn ass sucking it up and apologizing like a man but also the boys going to see batmom while she’s away and comforting her

At the knock on the door, you rolled to your feet from where you'd been stretching on the floor and went to answer it, exhaling slowly.

Word had evidently gotten out that you'd left the manor though the 'why' was still something of a mystery to your visitors. So far as you were concerned, you owed no one any explanation and so you'd simply sent them back to Bruce. Let him explain it. Let him deal with the mess.

He was, after all, the one that had made it.

Still. You hadn't expected to find Dick and Tim standing on your doorstep. Looking relieved and irritated at the same time.

"Boys-"

"Did you at least make sure you have wifi?" Tim whined as he and Dick let themselves in to your little beach house, both pausing just long enough to kiss you on the cheek as they passed.

"And snacks," Dick added, "I'm starving."

"Does Bruce-"

"No!" they both yell in unison. And in spite of yourself, you smile a little.

"I told you to stay and help-"

"Yeah," Dick said toeing off his shoes by the door, cueing Tim to do the same. "But you also told Alfred to tell us where you were if we asked. And I missed you, so I asked."

"Baby bird-"

"Damian might just be plotting to kill me or something so I thought I should go with Dick."

You rub your forehead and sigh. You'd missed the 'kid noise' terribly. And for a second all you can do is stand there. You should tell them they don't have to choose sides. That this isn't about them. That you'd always meant to be there for them. But you can't make the words come out. All you can do is turn slightly, trying not to let them see you cry.

But they do. Dick is the first one to loop his arms around you, pulling you into a hug that's too tight. The way he always did as a little boy who didn't understand how strong he was. Tim hesitated at first but came to stand on your other side. "Did you really ask where I was or did Alfred just send you?"

"He told us to ask and then sent us," Dick admitted, grinning.

"But he didn't tell Bruce. And told us if we told Bruce we'd never stop doing chores," Tim added hurriedly.

And when you laugh Dick only squeezes you harder pulling you off your feet, "Are we done doing sappy shit so we can go to the beach now?"

"There's girls out there playing Volleyball," Tim huffed, watching Dick set you back on the floor.

"Go," you tell them, shaking your head and shooing them out the door. "I'll see if I can get someone to bring us a load of wood and some trimmings for a cookout."

"Thanks, Y/N!" Dick called, already going.

"It's okay, Tim," you tell him, smiling. "You can go if you want to."

"I think I'd rather stay here," he said, "Dick sang. The. Whole. Way. Here."

"High School Musical?"

"And Grease. And Hairspray. If I had to listen to Hamilton too I was gonna jump out of the car."

You make a sympathetic noise and nod, "Couch is all yours, Tim Tam,"

And when he smiled, pulling his laptop out of his bag to settle in, you exhaled slowly. And thanked your lucky stars that Alfred followed directions about as well as you did. You'd missed your boys.

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Tire Thief

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death

Word Count: 3002

A/N: So, convenience won the vote I did at the beginning of the week! In better circumstances came second, so I will be working on the new chapter of that next. Baby Jason needs to be protected at all costs, and all I want to do is bundle him in blankets and make him hot chocolate. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N woke with a start as the shrill tones of her ringtone sounded out through the dark bedroom. She groped on the bedside table and, after almost knocking her phone on the floor, managed to answer it.

“Hello?” She said, sitting up and brushing her hair back out of her face.

“Y/N, I need your help.” Bruce said, causing her to feel as if someone had poured ice water down her spine.

She threw her legs out of bed. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, and she could practically see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nothing is exactly wrong.”

“Bruce?” She pressed, trapping her phone between her ear and shoulder as she pulled on her trousers.

He sighed again. “A kid tried to steal the charger’s tires. By the time I got here, he’d already made off with two and was working on taking the other two off.” His voice dropped in volume. “And I don’t know how to put them back on.”

She smiled, imagining the pout she knew would be present on his face, as she pulled a jumper over her head. “How many times have you watched me work on cars now?”

He huffed out a breath through his nose. “Can you just come and help, please?”

“I’m on my way.” She said, pulling on her boots. “Press your panic button so I can find you.”

“Done. Be careful driving over here.” He said, before adding. “And cover your face.”

“I will. See you soon.” She hung up and sent Alfred a quick text to say where she was going in case she was not back by the time he woke up.

She pulled on a jacket and grabbed her ski buff before walking out into the hallway. She crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky floorboards so as not to wake anyone, and climbed into the elevator. She hit the button for the garage as she pulled up Bruce’s location on her phone.

The doors opened and she walked over to the lock box and pulled out the keys to the black, Honda Civic Sudan. She would take the bike, but she knew he would have an issue with her using it on her own so late at night. That and the only reason she had brought the sedan was to be as inconspicuous as possible in times like these; the car was not even registered under her real name and already had a full tool kit in the boot. She climbed in and shot off into the night.

***

The car’s headlights illuminated Bruce standing in front of the charger as Y/N pulled into the side road off ‘crime alley’. She was sure the road had an actual name, but no one ever used it. He walked over to her as she switched off the engine and pulled the ski buff over her mouth and nose before climbing out of the car.

“Where’s the kid?” She asked as she pulled her hood up as well.

“Over there.” He nodded towards some boxes at the side of the alley where she could see a small figure hunched over. “He hasn’t said much other than asking me if I was going to call the police.”

She nodded, before realising he was alone. She glanced up and down the alley, but found no sign of anyone else. “Where’s Robin?”

Bruce’s shoulders dropped. “He’s keeping an eye on Penguin.”

“Alone?” She struggled to keep her voice level as he nodded. “You promised me-”

“I know.” He cut her off. “Look, we can have this conversation later, I don’t want you here longer than you have to be.”

She huffed, but let it drop for now. She pulled her tool kit out and walked over to the charger. The back left wheel was untouched, the back right had the hubcap and locking wheel nuts off but the tire was still in place, and the front two tires were both off the car, piled up to one side. There was a tire iron and a crow bar in front of them. She turned around, finally looking at the boy sat on the wooden crate.

His hair was jet black and messy in a way that remaindered her of Dick’s. In fact, from this distance, he could be mistaken as Dick’s younger brother. He was small, his clothes far too big for him. She wondered if he was actually as young as he looked or if his small stature was actually from malnutrition, because the boy was also twig thin.

She walked over to him and he pushed himself back, making himself as small as possible as he pressed into the wall behind him. His crystal blue eyes surveyed her for threat as she held up her hands and cautiously took another step forward. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a friend of Batman’s.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He spoke up, the hardness of his voice surprising her, but she could hear the fear underling it.

She gave a one shoulder shrug, aware of Bruce hovering nearby as she took another step forward and crouched down in front of him. “What’s your name?”

He looked at her warily and shook his head as he buried his hand further in his ratty hoodie pocket.

She sighed and pulled down her ski buff, ignoring the warning noise that came from Bruce. “Do you know who I am?” She asked now her face was bare.

“You’re Y/N Wayne.” He said, his eyes getting wider.

“I am. Now you know my name, will you tell me yours?” She said softly.

“Jason.” He said, starting to relax slightly and pick at one of the holes in the knee of his trousers.

“Nice to meet you, Jason.” She smiled. “Can you tell me where you live so I can take you home?”

“I don’t have one.” He whispered, glancing up at Bruce as he took a step forward.

Y/N shot Bruce a look, silently telling him to back up before turning her attention back to the kid. “Where are your parents?”

“My mom’s dead, dad’s in prison.” He said with a shrug, but his bottom lip trembled ever so slightly.

She frowned. “How old are you, Jason?”

“I’m almost twelve.” He said, with the confidence of a kid trying to appear older to an adult. He did not look his age at all and she wondered how long he had been on the streets. “Are you going to call the police?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I want you to help me put the tires back on the car, and then how about we go and get some breakfast?”

“Breakfast?” His eyebrows pinched together.

“I’m assuming you were going to sell the tires to buy food?” She said and he nodded. “Yeah, so we can get breakfast after you help me put them back on, deal?”

He looked up at her with eyes scarily similar to Bruce and Dick’s. “Deal.”

***

It took less than an hour to get the tires back on the car. Y/N was right, the kid knew his way around cars and only needed minor input from her as they fitted the locking wheel nuts and hubcaps back on. He kept shooting glances at Bruce hovering nearby as they worked and seemed reluctant to answer any more questions with the Batman standing so close, even when she assured him again that they were not going to call the police.

“All done.” Y/N said with a smile as she locked the last bolt into place. “Why don’t you go get in the other car?” She handed him her car keys. “I need to talk to Batman.”

Jason stared at the keys in his hand and back at her car, not quite believing she would trust him enough to leave him alone in her car, with her keys. “Alright.”

She watched him walk over to the car before she turned to face Bruce. He gripped her arm and spun them so his back was towards Jason and, if by some chance the kid could lip read, he would not be able to see their conversation.

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked in a hushed whisper.

“What do you mean?” Her fingers traced a crack in his breastplate she was already making a mental reminder to fix when he got home.

“The kid tried to steal the tires and now you’re taking him for breakfast? He’s a criminal, Y/N.” He said, catching her hand to draw her attention back to her face.

“He’s a kid, Bruce.” She struggled to keep her voice down. “He might not be showing it, but he’s scared and hungry, and god knows how long he’s been out here on his own. I’m going to take him for breakfast, get him to trust me a bit, and then call the social worker who helped us with Dick, see what she recommends. Okay?”

He sighed. “Fine. Call me if anything happens.”

“I will. But you need to find Robin and we will be talking about him going off on his own later.” She said.

He gave a stiff nod and she squeezed his hand before letting go and walking over to the car. Jason was sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with her car keys. He looked up as she climbed in and handed them over when she held out her hand for them.

“How’d you know Batman?” He spoke up as she reversed out of the alley and drove off in the direction of the diner.

“I build stuff for him.” She turned on the heater when she noticed he was shaking. “Before everything happened with my parents, I was an engineer.”

It took him a minute to reply. “Do you have to go college for that?”

“Yeah, I got my bachelor's and then went back and did my master’s after a couple of years in the industry.” She glanced at him before looking back at the road. “Do you like school?”

He shrugged. “I haven’t been since my mom died.”

She pulled into the diner’s carpark and turned to look at him. “C’mon, this place does the best breakfast in the city.”

He stayed a few steps behind her as they walked in and the hostess showed them to a booth. Y/N had started frequenting this particular diner after what happened at Gotham Square Garden. Bruce had asked her to take over the Wayne Foundation and sort out funding for small businesses that needed help rebuilding after the flood. The owner had insisted on giving her free food ever since, even though she always made sure to leave enough cash on the table to cover whatever she ordered and then some. But it meant the diner had become a bit of a safe haven, no one gave her any fuss for who she was, and if anyone tried, the owner and her girls would get in the way so she could make a get away.

Jason fidgeted with the menu once the waitress walked off, clearly feeling out of place. Y/N pretended not to notice and read the menu.

“So, what do you fancy?” She asked, peering over the top of her menu.

He gave a half-shouldered shrug and a whispered reply “I don’t know.”

“Well, in my opinion, the best thing on the menu is the waffles.” She set her menu down and smiled softly.

He flipped the menu to look at the waffle list as the waitress walked back over.

“What can I get you both this morning?” She smiled cheerily, even though the sun was only just starting to rise.

“I’ll have the chocolate waffles and just some coffee please.” Y/N said and the waitress wrote it down on her pad.

“What about you?” She turned to Jason.

“Strawberry and chocolate waffles and a chocolate milkshake please.” He said quietly.

“Alright, it’ll be out in a jiffy.” She smiled once more and walked back to the counter.

Jason turned back to look at Y/N. “Why’re you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Helping me. I stole stuff and you’re buying me breakfast.” He buried his hands in his hoodie again and stared at the table.

She took a breath and considered how to answer. “I would hope someone would do the same for my children if something drastic happened. And I would do it for all of the kids on the streets across the city if I could, but the police department is still pretty much working against us on that.”

“What’s going to happen after breakfast?” He glanced up at her, his crystal blue eyes apprehensive.

“Eight years ago, we took in a boy with no parents. I’m still in touch with the social worker who helped him get placed with us. So, after breakfast, if you’ll let me, I’ll give her a call and see if we can sort something out. You’ll have options, including a boarding school if that’s something that interests you. But it will all be on your terms, no one is going to force you into anything, I promise you that.”

He nodded, not sure what to say, but luckily the waitress came over with their drinks.

***

Once their food came, Y/N realised Jason must have been very hungry many times before. While most kids would probably have wolfed down any food put in front of them after not eating for a while, Jason took his time. She wondered if he had learnt from experience that eating fast after a period of starvation never ended well. But she did not say anything, and when they were finished she asked him again about ringing the social worker. He only nodded, not giving her a verbal response.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute then. Feel free to order something else if you want.” She smiled and slid out of the booth before walking outside. The early morning sun was shining, but the winter temperatures were beginning to move in. She pressed the correct contact and lifted her phone to her ear.

“Mrs Wayne?”

“Yes, Mary, hi.” She said, not sure how to start.

“It’s very early, Mrs Wayne. Is Grayson having issues at school again?”

Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes, Dick had not had any issues in five years. “No, but I do need your help.”

“What is it?”

“I parked in a less than desirable location this morning while running some errands and a kid tried to steal my tires. I caught him before he could get very far, but his mom is dead, dad’s in prison and he doesn’t have anywhere to go. I’m at a diner with him at the moment, I don’t think he’s eaten in a while. But I was hoping you would be able to come down and talk to him, maybe sort something out.” The story was not an entire lie, but she made a mental note to tell Jason what she had said when she went back inside.

Mary sighed. “Where are you?” Y/N gave her the address. “Give me half an hour.”

“Thank you, see you then.”

***

“Coffee or bed?” Alfred asked without taking his eyes of the newspaper in front of him as Y/N walked out of the elevator into the main room.

“Where are Bruce and the kids?” She walked over and threw her coat over the back of one of the chairs and kicked off her boots.

Alfred put the paper down and took his glasses off before looking at her. “Bruce is upstairs, hopefully sleeping, the kids are at school. But I’m not sure Dick is going to last the whole day with how late they got in.”

She sighed. “I’ll pick him up from school today, I need to talk to him. But for now, I’m going to bed.”

Alfred nodded in acknowledgement and she walked up the stairs, trying not to drag her feet. The cup of coffee at the diner had done very little to alleviate how tired she felt. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she opened the bedroom door and slipped inside, but she knew it would most likely wake Bruce anyway.

The room was dark, the black out curtains drawn, so she could only make out his vague shape in bed. She quickly pulled off her jumper and trousers, leaving her in the t-shirt and panties she had originally gone to bed in hours before, and climbed under the covers. Bruce reached out almost immediately and pulled her into him. She was still mad at him for letting Dick go off alone, but they could have that conversation later, when he was completely conscious. So, she ran her fingers through his hair as he buried his face in her neck and wrapped his arms around her.

“How’d it go?” He mumbled.

“She got him a place in that boarding school, over on the east side of town. I said I’d keep in touch, make sure he has what he needs and is staying on track. I just hope he settles. He’s a good kid, was just dealt a shitty hand.” She pressed her lips to his hairline as she got comfy and began to drop off to sleep.

“I’m sure he will be fine.” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat in response. “Get some sleep.”

She hummed and drifted off to the even sound of his breathing.

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[aph-america]

I got a whole alien/human amerus/rusame au that i want to babble about 🤨🤨🤨 don’t mind me b/c no one asked for this 

anyway year 4000. humanity has advanced but is still wack compared to other civilizations. there’s 10 major planets that had many similarities with humanity in terms of humans being able to live on them. (the criteria is based on the atmosphere of their planet, the biology of the aliens and if they can communicate)

Andromeda is the farthest of the 10. Ivan, who’s human, is rlly depressed b/c his sisters passed away n his bf broke up him to top it off. he has his own lil mini ship. he gets real drunk/high and tries to crash his ship in attempts to *cough* unalive himself. in a drunken/high rage he thinks andromeda is like a meteor and tries to crash his ship into it. due to their advance planet defense system, they are able to stop Ivan’s ship from crashing into their planet. he gets sent to an andromeda hospital and they try to see wtf up with him. while he’s knocked out they do test on him and see that he’s under the influence. and they can tell he’s severally depressed/mentally unwell due to their natural abilities.

andromedans feed off of others energy. if someone’s happy, they can feel it and get happy. if someone’s sad, they get sad. it’s one of the reasons they have such a peaceful, advanced society. most of them want to live in harmony and peace as biologically they were evolved that way. it’s also another reason why they often don’t live on other planets. other civilizations if they aren’t overall peaceful/happy/high advanced end up just stressing andromedans out. their planet isn’t perfect of course but if earths a 4/10 andromedas like an 8/10

ANYWAY; so another thing about andromeda is that they also have a Well Deserved Superiority Complex™️ they view humans with pity, we are sad, underdeveloped creatures to them (not wrong tbh). and with that, coming across an extremely depressed, troubled human crashing on their planet means he ain’t leaving. they view him as someone to take care of and won’t give him clearance to leave their planet until he’s “”””””””better””””””” mentally. and he can’t lie, they can feel it. depressed/mentally ill humans are advised to not visit their planet because basically…. Ur ass might not becoming back lmaoooo.

they also have a very different dynamic with relationships. basically you have someone of gets taken care of and someone who does the taking care of. bonds and relationships are very important to them, and many people will have a platonic partner they live with if they are single. in their language it translates to “provider”. the pair will feed off of each others happy energy.

Ivan, who’s basically a hurt kitten in their eyes, is planned to set up with a provider. Alfred is a higher ranking andromedan who works with security. he knew about Ivan since he had to deal with his plane crashing. he finds out it’s a human and he sees Ivan and begs the doctor to be considered as a provider. humans are considered very exotic and pretty because: 1) they are soft. andromedans are very hard to the touch, and their ‘fat’ isn’t squishy like humans. softness is viewed as unique and rare. another is 2) skin tone. andromedans have many different skin colors; tan, red, blue, green, etc, but all in like the mid shade range. it’s uncommon to see one with really pale or really dark skin of that color. that’s also viewed as really pretty and humans tend to have a light/dark skin tone they find stunning.

Alfred gets Ivan and has a massive crush on him and is constantly fawning over him/trying to show he’d be a good partner by doing things considered as courting acts in their culture. Ivan’s rlly scared at first but once he can tell Alfred isn’t going to hurt him he starts to relax. Ivan meets a fellow human who helps him understand their culture. Alfred’s love and affection helps give Ivan another reason to live after being in such low point in his life. He ends up staying on the planet and marrying Alfred. ok ignore me ik this is dumb lmaooo

[preciousthingsareprecious]

With a Heart of Scars Chapter 11

Strolls in over a year late with Starbucks, new chapter anyone?

Links for those who are new, or need a refresher:

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“You really had no idea I was back in town?” Tim asked again as he adjusted his grip on Dick’s wrist.

The two of them were in the middle of climbing the manor’s staircase to the second floor. It was Tim’s way of making sure he rested. Especially since his brother was apparently insistent on still working the case that had landed him under a building.

He’d thought he could leave Dick safely downstairs for a bit while he got situated back in the manor, the man was injured and had promised to rest, but apparently Dick had picked up more Batman habits from Bruce than he cared to admit to. It was baffling, especially since Tim knew for a fact everyone else in the family was hard at work investigating things in some way or another. So here they were with Tim in charge of getting Dick upstairs without tearing stitches, while Alfred was busy making sure the room was presentable, clean, and free of tripping hazards.

“Nope, I can show you my phone when we get upstairs. Last text from you was--” Dick winced as he put his leg down wrong.

Tim hefted him a little closer to his side.

“An update on just how tasty the food really is in Paris.” his brother finished, just as they reached the top.

“I know I sent you a message.” Tim said, his brows furrowing.

His brother waved him off, “It’s not a big deal either way, Timmy.”

Except it was. Dick had been in such straits Damian had needed to go save him. Damian who hadn’t been in the field yet. Damian who as far as Tim knew was still two seconds away from taking off someone’s head instead of knocking them out. Even if Dick promised the kid was leaps and bounds better than that now. Besides, Tim was Robin, he should have been there to back up Batman.

Even not considering the most recent disaster, Tim hadn’t been around nearly as much as he should, and it was showing. Dick was exhausted. One bad night didn’t create the deep purple bags under Dick’s eyes or the exhaustion lacing his voice.

Tim should have known. Should have been on the lookout for those tell tale signs. It didn’t matter who wore the cowl, Batman was going to keep secrets from his Robin. It was Robin’s duty to figure those out and keep him safe, yet Dick had pulled the wool over Tim’s eyes completely because he hadn’t been there. And of course he had, Tim was spending most of his time looking for a different Batman. When he wasn’t doing that, he was keeping himself busy with the Titans. Anything to be out of the house that just kept reminding him of the second dad he’d lost.

Alfred had left the door open for them, and was waiting inside when Tim helped Dick into the room. Together, he and Alfred got Dick in bed and settled in. As his brother leaned back against his pillows he sighed with relief.

“Perfect. Thanks guys.”

Alfred hummed and adjusted Dick’s blankets again, “Would you like some tea?”

Dick shot him a blinding grin, “Please.”

“You know he’s probably going to drug it right?” Tim joked after Alfred had left.

His brother snorted, “He only ever did that to B.”

Mostly when Bruce had been shutting everyone out and overworking himself. In fact, Tim remembered seeing Bruce looking an awful lot like Dick did now. His heart squeezed at the comparison, at the way he missed his dad, at what Dick seemed to be silently pushing himself through.

“Hmm.” Tim said, and pulled his phone from his pocket to check his text history with Dick. “Oh.” he blinked down at the phone.

“Oh?” Dick asked.

“I forgot to hit send.” Tim felt his face heat up.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a hand flash, and jerked his head up in surprise. It wasn’t a dismissal, but instead Dick was holding his arm out in invitation.

“Want to join me? I don’t really care to sit here alone all day.”

Tim rolled his eyes but smiled, “That’s the most obvious comfort attempt I’ve seen in a long time.”

“I don’t have to trick you into giving hugs.”

Something about that made Tim think not only of Damian, but of Jason too. He chuckled, and settled on the bed next to Dick, and leaned into his side.

“Glad I can be the agreeable brother.”

He received a tight hug for that as Dick tugged him closer to his side, before leaning over to press a kiss into his hair, “And I thank you so much for that.”

“Now, tell me all about your adventures. Any more leads on strange bat symbols?”

Tim entertained Dick until Cass came in to take over for him, and he headed downstairs for a late lunch. He found Damian in the kitchen, picking his way through a bowl of salad. Tim stood for a moment and watched the kid spear a couple cherry tomatoes with his fork and then stare at them for a few seconds before popping them in his mouth.

“Hey.” Tim said, not wanting to make him think he was spying.

Damian looked up at him and scowled. No surprise there. They weren’t close, but Tim had thought Damian had cooled towards him lately. He’d even apologized for challenging Tim to a duel when he’d first arrived. The apology had been stiff, and most likely initiated by Dick, but honestly the fact that he’d done it at all had been progress.

“Dick’s in his room now.” Tim said, trying to find some common ground as he ducked into the fridge.

Bless Alfred and his legendary meal prepping skills. Neat little tupperware lined the fridge, pre portioned meals that were filling and basic enough to meet any of their pallets for a quick meal. He snagged one at random, lifted one corner of the lid and popped it into the microwave.

“Are you sticking around?” Damian demanded.

“What?” Tim turned to blink at Damian surprised.

The boy crossed his arms, salad forgotten. He looked fierce, not angry, but protective?

“Are you finally going to take your duties as Robin seriously, and watch Grayson’s back?”

Oh. That made sense. Dick had gone on about Damian with such affection earlier it had made Tim a bit jealous, and now he saw that the feelings were mutual. Gone was the Damian who had no time for anyone, now replaced with a tiny protective pit bull of a kid who had latched onto his oldest brother.

Tim frowned, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there last night, I feel terrible.”

Damian opened his mouth to berate him, but Tim held up a hand, “Let me finish. I’m not trying to make an excuse, just explain. If he wants me to stay, I’m staying. I shouldn’t have spent so much time away.”

His heart was torn even saying that. Tim loved Dick. He loved his brother desperately, but he also loved Bruce, and he couldn’t picture up and abandoning his quest. Except he couldn’t be in two places at once, and he just---he didn’t know what to do.

“Good.” Damian gave a sharp nod, “He needs a partner, and if you were not up to the task I was going to insist on taking up your slack.”

“Oh really? And has Dick okayed you for field work yet?”

Damian’s scowl returned, “He will have to eventually. His lessons are growing repetitive with nothing new to test me against.”

Tim doubted that, but did agree that eventually Damian was going to have to go out on patrol. It’s all he wanted, and even with him apparently gaining new interests since Tim had been gone, his goal was still to join Batman on patrol.

The microwave beeped. Tim turned his attention to his food. He opened the door, tugged his sleeves over his hands, and pulled out the tupperware. Quickly, he took it over to the bar and set it down before he returned to the microwave to close it and find a fork.

When he sat down again, Damian had returned to picking tomatoes out of his salad.

“You know, even if I join Dick, I think he’d appreciate having more than one partner. He’s used to working with a team.”

“Like you are?” Damian asked, not looking up, “Grayson tells me you have been splitting your time between the Teen Titans and searching for Father.”

Tim hummed, and gently lifted the lid off the food, letting the steam escape slowly. Inside the tupperware was a mix of rice, diced chicken, and an assortment of vegetables. A warm, spiced, scent came up from the container that made Tim’s mouth water.

“I have.” he nodded, “Most of my time’s been spent looking for Bruce though.”

He gave the food a good stir with his fork, and glanced up at Damian, “Your Grandpa’s even tried to help.”

Damian snorted, “I doubt what Grandfather has been doing is helpful.”

A chuckle escaped Tim’s chest, and he let it turn into a full laugh, “Yeah, he’s the worst.”

Damian gave him a half smile at that and hummed. He turned back down to the salad, now stabbing at cucumber slices, “Do you have any solid leads on Father?”

“Some.” Tim said, “Jay’s been helping too, hunting down locations from here in his spare time. So far it’s been a lot of nothing, but I’m sure we’ll find solid evidence soon.”

“And if you do?” Damian asked.

Tim shrugged, “Use it to start triangulating a location. My running theory is that Bruce is stuck somewhere in time, though there's also the possibility he could be in an alternate universe shifted slightly from our own.”

Damian didn’t ask about Tim’s plans if he didn’t find evidence. Instead he nodded, and stirred his salad, accidentally sending a slice of red onion sliding out of the bowl. He glared at it, before lifting it and dropping it in his mouth. It was actually really cute.

They spent the rest of their meal in comfortable silence. Tim devouring his rice bowl, while Damian continued to pick his salad apart, ingredient by ingredient. Tim remembered Bruce doing that sometimes if he was working out a puzzle. Normally it had nothing to do with a case, but instead was work or relationship related. One time it was over something Dick had snapped at him before storming out. It had taken him the whole meal to sort out Dick was mad that he’d forgotten about a lunch they’d had planned. He wondered what Damian was trying to puzzle out.

He didn’t get another chance to hang out with Dick alone until the next evening. Everyone else had insisted on crowding him to make sure he rested and didn’t do too much. Jason spent time reading silently close by while Cass played games with him on his DS. Tim would watch movies with him while Damian sat with a sketchbook perched on his knees, sitting in the bed just far enough away from Dick that no one would suspect him of trying to be comforting --his little ruse fooling no one.

Dick at last managed to convince Alfred to let him out of bed and move down into Bruce’s office to get some WE work done if he promised to have someone with him. Tim volunteered, eager for some quiet time with his oldest sibling.

They sat together for a while in comfortable silence. Tim worked on some of his own long overdue WE projects, and then wrangled some away from Dick to devote a fresh set of eyes to.

It was nice, just sitting there and working. Tim was settled by the book shelves, a laptop perched on his lap, and Dick was seated at the desk proper, with one of his legs propped up on a stool. Tim had been so busy, so in a rush to go off and do things, he’d missed the quiet. It was odd, thinking of Dick as quiet, and another marked change from the last time they’d sat in this office working together. Dick hadn’t interrupted him for anything but work in almost an hour. He’d settled in, brow furrowed, and just...worked.

Tim didn’t think he liked it.

As little as he wanted to admit it, Tim had begun to realize Dick needed more backup here, and he wasn’t sure he was the one to give it.

They worked for a while longer, Tim’s discomfort growing with each minute that ticked by until he cleared his throat to get Dick’s attention.

“Hm?” his brother glanced up from his computer.

“Can we talk?” Tim asked.

Dick really looked at him this time, studying his face for a few seconds before nodding. Tim dragged his chair over to the desk so Dick didn’t have to get up, and then sat down unsure of what to say, or how to bring up what he wanted to talk about.

For his part, Dick looked nervous too. He was leaning forward in his chair, his good leg raised up to rest on the edge of the seat. One of his hands fiddled with the corner of a notebook, lifting the pages and letting them slide down his thumb making a thwiping noise.

He tapped a finger on the arm of his chair, “I’m sorry.” he said at last, then before Dick could respond charged ahead, “I know I apologized already and we had a whole talk, but I’m talking about more than just the other night.”

“Tim, we talked about that too. I’m happy you’re out looking for Bruce, and being with your friends. I know how much they benefit from having you there.”

“Yes, but I’ve left you without a proper partner.” Tim said, “And it’s obvious you need one.”

Dick scoffed, “You too? Damian told me the same.”

“He’s right. And actually, that’s the other thing.”

This was what he’d been fighting with himself about. Handing over his partnership with Dick to someone else. He could say Damian could pick any name but Robin, but Batman needed a Robin. Tim knew that better than anyone. Gotham needed to see Robin out there as much as they needed Batman.

Tim could pretend that things wouldn’t be any different when he got done with his quest (however that ended), he could pretend he’d be able to slip right back into being Batman’s partner the same way he’d been prior to all this, but that was a lie. Even now he and Dick were more comrades than hero and sidekick, and that gulf would only grow if Dick and Damian started patrolling together. The two were already practically joined at the hip.

“I think you should make Damian Robin.” he said.

He found that it wasn’t as upsetting as he’d thought it would be, to imagine a different Robin. To picture the little gremlin in that role. To just, hand it over like that.

Dick visibly relaxed, his hand flattened on the book, “Really?”

Tim shrugged, “I’ve been thinking about it. More than just being here. I told Damian that I’d stay and be your partner if you wanted. But I honestly think he’d be better taking over, he can be here all the time, and doesn’t have a team or the distractions I do.”

“I’d been thinking about it too.” Dick sounded almost guilty, and he slid the book over, flipping it to a page with a corner folded down.

A few sketches filled the page. There was a full sketch of a new Robin uniform, with pieces doodled around it, a hooded cape, and combat boots instead of Tim’s old style.

The irritation Tim thought he wasn’t going to feel suddenly rose up. Dick had wanted to replace him? He’d told Tim that he wasn’t going to give Robin to Damian, that they’d pick something else.

Dick seemed to read the change in his mood, “I wasn’t going to give it to him until I’d asked you.” he reached out and put a hand on Tim’s, “I wouldn’t take Robin from you, even if I did think you were ready to spread your own wings.”

He flipped the pages back, showing Tim other uniform designs, one with a motorcycle helmet type mask and a fathered cape called Red Bird, another that looked a lot like a Nightwing uniform but with more armor and a scalloped cape. Tim’s irritation settled a bit at that.

“But you did consider Robin too.”

His brother shrugged, and looked a little chagrined, “You can’t really get mad at me for imagining it. You were never going to stay Robin forever.”

Tim sighed, “Yeah. I just, I don’t know. It’s dumb, I shouldn’t be upset when I said the same thing just a minute ago.”

“So, you’re still okay with it?” Dick asked.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” Tim nodded, “It’ll be good for the Gremlin. He’s already grown leaps and bounds just training with you.”

Dick smiled, “Thank you, Tim. You know I've still got your back no matter what right? Whatever name you pick or outfit, and hey!” the smile turned into a full grin, “I can even help you pick out a new uniform. Maybe break out the old disco wing outfit?”

Tim pulled a face, “No way, Damian might have to suffer through your fashion decisions, but I’ll make my own. Besides, I’ve already picked out a new name and outfit.”

“Oh?” Dick’s eyes lit up, “Do tell.”

So Tim did. He pushed his brother over and pulled up his directory on their shared drive to show him some rendered images. He’d been excited to finalize the idea, and he was even more excited to share it with Dick.

They spent the rest of the evening looking over Red Robin images, with Tim defending the name choice to his brother.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Seized

An addition to Approval. Do not read this until reading that first. 

Character: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader // Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary: What happens when Talia Al Ghul learns that someone has stolen the affections of her past lover and her son?

Word Count: 3,000 [One Shot]

“Delinquents have been detained. I can hear the sirens,” Damian stated calmly in his comms.

“Good work, Robin. You know where to meet me. You have a minute,” Bruce responded as he whipped the bat mobile through Crime Alley to grab his son.

Just as Damian opened the door and hopped in, an alarm went off within the vehicle.

“The Manor,” Damian thought aloud as he read the screens with his father.

Bruce ignored his comment and was calling Alfred immediately.

“Master Wayne,” the butler instantly picked up. “I followed protocol, but they were already gone when I arrived.”

“Y/N…” Bruce immediately asked.

“They took her,” Alfred told him, distress clear in his tone.

Damian’s head whipped to his father to watch his reaction.

But Bruce’s jaw only tightened and he sped the batmobile even faster.

Returning faster to Wayne Manor than ever before, Bruce jumped out of the batmobile and up the secret entrance to get to the main house.

Damian was hot on his heels. He’d already sent an encrypted message to his brothers, informing them of the situation. It was only a matter of time before they were at the manor as well. Though Damian suspected Jason would not come, instead already starting to scour the streets of Gotham for Y/N and her captors.

Alfred was already waiting for them. “Master Wayne, I am so sorry.”

Bruce ignored him and walked to the master bedroom. Y/N would’ve been sleeping when the attack occurred. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had been awake, she had no training in self defense. She was merely an innocent civilian.

“Father,” Damian muttered quietly.

Bruce turned around to find his son ripping a shuriken out of the door frame.

They shared a look, both recognizing the particular shape and color.

“The League…” Damian muttered quietly, saying what they both were thinking.

——————

Y/N was barely awake.

They clearly had drugged her with something to make her more compliant. Everything was foggy and muffled.

Yet they still tied her hands and ankles together, as if her brain could even manage to get her body to move.

But Y/N could feel the effects of the drugs losing their strength, yet keeping their hold on her.

She squinted as she looked around. The air felt different. It was colder and dryer, making Y/N believe that she was no longer in Gotham. Little did she know, she wasn’t even in the country any longer.

“I do not know what he sees in you,” a woman hummed from somewhere in the room.

Y/N blinked as he listened, but her eyes could not adjust to the low lighting and she didn’t even have the strength to turn her head.

“You are weak. Ripped from your own bed without so much as a fight.”

Then she heard the grunts and clashing of metal.

The woman smiled. “Right as expected, my son.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed at ‘my son.’ Then she finally lifted her head and took in her surroundings. There were swords and other weapons stored everywhere, and there was armor hung from the walls.

“Talia?” She whispered.

The woman chuckled. “Weak, but not utterly foolish.”

Then the door of the room was thrown open.

Y/N looked to see Damian in his Robin uniform.

“My son, finally returned," Talia greeted with a smirk.

“Mother.” Then his gaze flickered to Y/N. Very subtly, he was scanning her body to access any possible injuries.

His gaze turned back to his mother. “What is the meaning of this?”

“You have forgotten where you come from, Damian. You are not just the heir to the Wayne family. Before anything else, you are my son and the heir to Ra's al Ghul’s throne.”

“She has nothing to do with this,” Damian said with a gesture to Y/N.

“She has everything to do with this,” Talia snapped. “She has made you weak.”

Damian said nothing.

“She has taken you both from me,” Talia growled.

“Father does not love you,” he growled.

“A small lapse in judgment on his part, but not something that cannot be remedied. Our love gave us you, and I fully believe he will return to me.”

“His heart belongs to someone else. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can give up your fantasy.” Then he hesitated to say the next part. “I never plan on returning to The League of Shadows. I wish to stay with father.”

Talia’s amusement vanished at her sons words.

The next second, she unsheathed her sword. “Perhaps I should just kill her and remind you of your place, my son.”

With that, Damian rushed forward and intercepted Talia’s attack with his own sword.

“Do not touch her,” Damian growled.

Their swords continued to clash as the mother and son fought each other. The fight raged on for what felt like forever. Too evenly matched, but also both too terrible at hiding that neither actually wanted to kill the other.

In the distance, Y/N could hear even more fighting. She could only assume it was Bruce fighting his way to her and his son.

Talia and Damian’s swords locked again, both of their stances shaking from the hold.

“Do you really think you and your father stand a chance against the entire League? Why do you think we lured you all the way here? You are outnumbered.” Talia hissed.

“You think us foolish enough to come alone?” Damian smirked right before there was a boom that shook the entire compound.

Talia’s focus slipped half a second, allowing Damian a window to go on the offense.

He flipped his mother’s sword out of her grip and held his own to her throat.

“Yield,” he growled down to her.

“You truly choose her over your own mother?” The hurt in her eyes was clear.

“You abandoned me, used me as a tool to disrupt father’s life. She taught me that there is more to life than killing and destroying. She loves me and care for me, even when I gave her no reason to do so.”

“And it will be the death of you,” Talia warned.

He glared at her. “Yield!”

But he knew she would never. So he whipped out a dart and blew it to her neck – a sedative.  It knocked her out within seconds.

Waiting until he was sure it had worked, Damian sheathed his sword once again and ran to Y/N’s side.

With a knife, he cut the ropes around her wrists and ankles.

“D-Damian,” her voice was still slurred from the drugs and she was weak. How long had she been here without food or water? “I don’t think I can walk."

Damian helped her to her feet. “Y/N, please try,” he begged as he wrapped her around around his shoulders. He was still just a boy, one that was shorter than her. But he wouldn’t give up that easily.

There was another explosion.

“What’s-What’s happening?” Y/N asked as she dragged her feet and held on tightly.

“That would be Todd, most likely taking his job of distracting to an unnecessary level.”

“You all came?” She asked in shock.

“Of course,” Damian scoffed.

Suddenly an object came flying at them and Y/N cried out in pain.

“No!” Damian bellowed as he looked up to see that another League member was attempting to stop their escape. And with it, they had thrown a shuriken that had landed in Y/N’s side.

She dropped to the ground.

Damian screamed as he unsheathed his sword once again and charged the assassin. It wouldn’t take him long. He knew that every minute spent fighting was a minute Y/N was bleeding out and edging closer to death.

He didn’t hold back like he had with his mother and quickly disarmed the enemy. Then thrusting his sword into a nonfatal area of his body, enough to neutralize him. 

Damian rushed back to Y/N’s side, where a pool of blood was forming from her wound.

He knew it was useless, but he still tried to lift Y/N into his arms to carry her. He cried out in both panic and frustration.

The building had now caught aflame due to Jason’s explosions. Damian would need to call for backup, hoping one of his older brothers could help.

Then a shadow was cast over him.

Damian tensed, believing it to be another attack.

But he looked up to find his father standing before them.

However, Bruce’s gaze was on his unconscious girlfriend.

With the arrival of his father, Damian’s cold and calculating disposition melted.

“She’s hurt,” his voice trembled and tears formed in his eyes. “Help her.”

Damian rarely cried. He cried less than grown men. He was raised that way. It didn’t help that his father was not a great example of healthy emotional expression.

But Bruce knew what his sons tears were for: Damian was frustrated, he felt weak, and he thought he had failed his mission. But most of all, Bruce knew his son was crying for fear of Y/N’s death. Because the boy had grown to love her.

As if there were a world when Bruce wouldn’t give his own life to save Y/N.

Bruce bent down and carefully brought Y/N into his arms.

Damian heard her mutter his father’s name, though still delirious from both the drugs he’s sure his mother pumped into her and the blood loss.

“Red Robin, get the jet to my coordinates immediately,” Bruce instructed through his comms.

Damian wondered how his father could be so calm when the woman he loved was bleeding out in his arms. This wasn’t bat business, this was personal. But Bruce spoke like it was just another night of patrol.

A few minuets later, Damian and Bruce had fought their way through the flames and burning compound.

Tim lowered the platform of the jet.

Damian made sure his father and Y/N got on before he followed. He turned and gave one last look at the burning compound that would no longer exist come morning. He did not fear for his mother’s life. He knew someone from the League would come for her – if she didn’t save herself first.

When he boarded the jet, his father already had Y/N on the surgical table that elevated from the jet floor.

Bruce had taken off his cowl, allowing Damian and his brothers to study his expressions.

Damian had been wrong about his father handling the situation like any other mission. For now he could see the terror and worry in his father’s eyes, despite him trying to control his emotions.

Damian looked to Jason, who still had his Red Hood helmet on.

“My grandfather?” He asked his brother.

“Escaped,” Jason muttered.  

Damian stepped forward to help Bruce with Y/N’s injuries.

“She’ll be OK,” he muttered to his father.

All of them had high-level medical training to know.

Thankfully the assassin’s aim was not great and didn’t land in lethal place on Y/N’s body. But she still lost a lot of blood and would need many stitches.

All the brother’s shared a look when Bruce ignored the statement. 

———

Y/N woke up to someone gripping her hand. She recognized from the smell and the feel of the bedding that she was in Bruce’s bed at the manor.

She winced as she opened her eyes to find Bruce was the one holding her hand as he sat in a chair only inches away from the side of the bed.

“Hi,” she whispered to him with a sad smile.

“Hi,” he said back with a smirk.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days.”

Then Y/N looked past Bruce to realize there was someone else in the room.

Damian passed out on the velvet chaise that was pushed against the windows.

“He hasn’t left your side,” Bruce told her. “Dick had to convince him just to take a shower for 5 minutes when we first got back.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the revelation.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The sound of Bruce’s voice as he said it made Y/N’s gaze snap back to him. Had it shook? Or was she imagining it?

Y/N squeezed his hand that was still wrapped around hers. 

“I know,” she told him with a sympathetic look.

He hid it well, but Y/N knew Bruce. And she knew that her being kidnapped from his own home probably drove him mad with guilt. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already designed an entirely new security system to prevent something like that ever happening again.

Bruce took in a shaky breath and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He wanted to say that he always feared her being with him would put her in danger like this. 

He wanted to say that maybe she should stay away from him. 

He wanted to say that him and the kids didn’t deserve her. 

He wanted to say that the only reason this happened is because Talia hated that she loved her son better than she ever did.

But Bruce had never been good at saying how he actually felt – or even acknowledging he had any feelings at all.

So Y/N brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “Bruce, I know,” she said once again.

“I won’t let it happen again. I promise you,” he told her evenly.

“Bruce, I knew what I signed up for when you told me you were Batman. If I wasn’t willing to face the reality of it, I wouldn’t have stayed.”

“No one would’ve blamed you if you hadn’t.”

There was a knock at the door and then it opened a second later.

Damian jumped awake at the sound. But then he quickly brought his attention to Y/N. “You’re awake.”

But everyone’s attention was on Dick, who was standing at the open doorway.

“Hey,” he greeted Y/N, surprised to see that she was awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Tired. But I’ll be alright.”

He seemed to relax from her answer.

Then he winced when he looked at Bruce. “They put the signal up.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

He was about to open his mouth to ask them to handle it, not wanting to leave Y/N alone now that she had woken up.

“Go, Bruce. I’ll be OK.” Y/N told him, reading his mind.

“I think it’s the Joker,” Dick added with a serious frown.

“Bruce, go.” Y/N repeated.

And he saw the sincerity in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, deciding he didn’t care if his two sons were witnesses to the intimacy.

Then Bruce kissed her forward. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Alfred will be here if you need anything. Do not hesitate to call.”

Y/N nodded.

Bruce stood up and acknowledged Damian and Dick. “Let’s go.”

Once they were ways down the hall, Bruce heard Damian stop.

“Father?”

Bruce and Dick both turned to face Damian.

“I wish to stay with Y/N.”

Bruce and Dick shared a look, and then Dick decided to give the two a moment alone and muttered something about waiting in the cave.

Bruce walked back to his youngest son.

Damian’s gaze was glued on the floor. “Mother truly would’ve killed her?”

Bruce sighed. “Most likely, yes.” He saw no point in lying to his son.

“Because she knows that you and I love her?”

“Yes.”

Damian was quiet for a moment. But Bruce knew he had more to say.

“I used to think I had to earn it.”

Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Mother’s love. I had to earn it. Win in combat. Successfully execute a target. Outsmart a puzzle or challenge.” Damian looked up at his father with a broken expression. “Her love always came with a price.”

Bruce kneeled down to his son.

The boy shook his head. “But Y/N made me realize that I don’t have to earn anyone’s love. I don’t have to prove that I’m worthy of it.” He bit his lip. “She’s not my father or my brother. She didn’t have to love me. But she does…even when I did nothing to earn it.”

“Everyone is deserving of love, Damian.” Bruce gripped his son’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for not teaching you that myself.”

Damian nodded. “So, may I please stay with her tonight? I don’t want her to be alone.” But then he quickly corrected himself. “Unless of course, you require my assistance, father.”

Bruce smirked at him. “I think we will manage, Damian.” Then he squeezed his shoulder. “Look after her for me, alright?”

Damian relaxed and quickly nodded his head. “Of course, father.”

When Bruce returned hours later, Damian was cuddled next to Y/N in the bed. But clearly laying in a position to be mindful of her injuries. Both were fast asleep. The bright television was the only thing lighting the room, as it played a Pixar movie.

Bruce couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

“I got him,” Dick whispered to him before stepping into the room and carefully lifting the boy in his arms, clearing the space in the bed for Bruce to join Y/N.

Bruce moved about the room as he changed into cotton shorts and went without a shirt.

Y/N woke slightly as he joined her in bed.

“Everything OK?” She whispered sleepily.

“Everything’s fine. Did Damian keep you company?”

Y/N smiled and shifted her body so she was cuddle into him. “Yes…my little protector.”

Bruce smiled at that. “Don’t let him hear the ‘little’ part…”

She chuckled. “Good call.” 

And then she was fast asleep once again.

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Please, please, please let me know what you think! 

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Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

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Supernova (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: None! Lmao finally

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: As the daughter of Wonder Woman, you always knew you were destined for something more than the life of a mortal. It seemed like your wish for a life of adventure came true but whether in the form of a blessing or curse, you didn’t know. All you know is that you were the sole witness for a chain of murders that would begin. It’s up to you to find out who was the murderer before it’s too late……

A/N: It's a sweet chapter ya'll. I promise.

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“You’re sweaty.” Robin murmured when you rested your forehead against the nape of his neck. You both were exhausted after training and you were a shower away from passing out in your bed but you both still needed a few minutes to catch your breath, leaning on each other for support. Even though he was complaining about you sweating, he didn’t seem to do anything to get away from you, even going so far as to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

You felt him swallowing the gulps of water against your skin before scoffing and wiping your skin with a towel, “As if you’re any better, my eyes are stinging from your sweat.”

Then you both dissolved back to silence, quietly enjoying each other’s company as the night slowly bled into day.

“Do you ever wonder what smoking feels like?” You asked and Robin laughed, making you whine when he began shaking, moving your body in tandem with his because of it. Even though you pinched his side to get him to stop laughing, it was useless since it made him laugh even harder, slugging you off his shoulder as your back hit the training mat.

“It wasn’t even that funny.”

“It was random."

“I was just thinking about it. I can hardly breathe when someone else is smoking beside me. I wonder how it feels actually inhaling the stuff.” You wondered, now getting comfortable on your back and he lay down beside you, “I guess some people enjoy it.”

It was silent again and you yawned, waiting for your body to cool off. The unfortunate thing about living at Happy Harbor was that the weather was unusually hot during the summer, so hot that even the water ended up getting to a scorching temperature. If you went for a shower straight after training, you’d be slowly boiled to perfection.

But the more you waited, the sleepier you got.

Robin spared you a glance as you yawned once again, stifling his own. The training had been taking a toll on him, since he would come to the cave right after patrol instead of sleep at the Manor. Partly because he liked seeing you improve in combat and get better each day and partly because he just liked seeing you.

If he caught you on a good day, you were fun to be around, cheerful and funny. Your energies mixed together well, fitting together like two puzzle pieces but he never lingered on that thought for long. For now, Robin just wanted to be supportive and a good friend. He’d seen firsthand how much you could change when things hurt you and he never wanted to push you towards that again.

His mind drifted back to the day in the interrogation room, the way you didn’t have any remorse for Thelma when she cried and screamed in front of you. It was so unlike you and for a few brief moments he wondered if he ever knew you at all.

He looked at you again, noticing the way you were smiling at nothing, the sheen of sweat on your face and neck before rethinking. He knew you; he was sure of that. And he liked you for it too.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Just that prom is next week at school. Before Valerie I would’ve pleaded to go but I don’t think I’d want to return to school after this.” You said thoughtfully, suddenly thinking about what you would do if you made out of all this alive.

“Maybe you should transfer to my school.” He said absentmindedly. It wasn’t really a suggestion that he thought you’d accept but he actually liked the thought of you going to his school.

You sent him a teasing smile, “Oh? Boy Wonder actually goes to school? Not some advanced intelligence nerd program?”

He laughed at this, “You’re one to talk.”

It was silent for the next couple moments once again while you both rested comfortably. This was the thing he appreciated the most about your relationship; when it was silent, he wasn’t scrambling to find some conversation piece to fill the silence. He wasn’t unaccustomed to awkward silence but it never felt awkward when he was with you. It was just silence.

He could stay beside you and just stay silent and that was enough. He liked that.

“What color are your eyes?” You asked again, curious.

“Like I’d tell you.” He sighed, sounding way too comfortable for his own good. You kicked him lighter than you were intending to.

“They’re brown, aren’t they?”

“Why brown?”

“Because I feel like any other color would give you an unfair advantage.”

He settled in further, wanting the training mats to suddenly feel like his mattress back home, “Well I’m no swim team captain but.”

“Jealous?”

“Sure.”

The sweat was making the mats stick to your skin and you felt it aggressively peel from your skin when you turned on your side to face him. Now you were made painfully aware about the cold sweat pooling below you and realized you were in desperate need for a shower.

You rubbed his arm gently, wishing him a good night even though you knew that the sun was up. Robin returned the gesture with a smile, telling you to get a good night’s sleep. As he watched your receding back, a thought came to his mind and he stopped you in your tracks.

“Here’s a thought, why don’t we do something on prom night? Have our own little thing right here? We could watch a movie or something.” He proposed and your brows furrowed, “Don’t you have prom too?”

He did. Which was planned and decorated with the money his father had generously donated. But Dick didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for missing it. He also knew it was the only night that the others wouldn’t be home, all at their own prom. As long as he would get to have a fun night with you.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t planning on going anyway.” Alfred had already pressed his suit and had a special corsage ordered. He was going with Barbara, as friends, but cancelling on her seemed like a small feat in the moment.

“Are you sure?” “Definitely.”

You smiled slightly, nodding before waving goodbye and continuing on your way to the showers. When he heard the door shut, Dick realized just what he had gotten himself to and flopped back onto the mats, ‘What did I just do?’

He’d have to cancel the limo without his dad or Alfred finding out. He’d have to cancel the reservations at the restaurant. For goodness’ sake, he’d have to take a rain check on Barbara. Still, Dick wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face.

***

You were oddly looking forward to hanging out with Robin tonight. Everyone had already left for their own proms, Zatanna was in a dress that she had borrowed from you. Even though you knew that the prom dress you had been planning to wear would’ve been the best for her school theme, you had a weirdly hard time parting from it, considering it was just a piece of clothing.

All three girls spent a couple hours primping with you, trying their best to include you in some of the fun. You even managed to rope Artemis into getting glammed up. She protested a lot at first but once she got in the chair it was like you had tamed a jungle cat. They had time to style your hair as well and you barely had any idea what was happening while Doja Cat played and you had a sheet mask on. After getting that off, you felt like a new born baby.

You sent all three of them off after taking a ton of pictures and they told you to have a great night too, smiling like they knew something you didn’t.

Now that the cave was completely empty, even Aqualad had left that morning to pay a visit to Atlantis, you were left alone with Robin and were excited about it. You weren’t going to do anything special anyway, other than watching a movie and stuffing your face with food but you were still happy to spend some time with him when you both weren’t sweating like pigs.

Even the thought of sitting beside him on the couch while a movie played had a skip in your step.

Just as you saw the doors to the main hall and a familiar head of hair, you picked up the pace until you stopped walking all together, shocked.

Because there stood Robin waiting by the door with a shy smile on his face. Dressed in a suit and tie.

You chocked out a laugh, not quite sure why it felt like the wind was knocked out of you before walking up to him, gently pulling his fingers away from the tie he was fidgeting with and straightening it out, “A little over-dressed for a movie, don’t you think?”

“Change of plans, we’re going to have our own prom night, right here.”

You giggled, reclipping the tie clip before straightening out the corsage in his breast pocket. You spared a glance up, meeting his eyes and you realized just how close the both of you had gotten. If he didn’t have the sunglasses on, you would’ve been able to see your reflection in his—probably— brown eyes.

You cleared your throat, stepping away from him not before smoothing your hands down the lapels, smiling at just how handsome he looked.

“Wish you would’ve told me. I would’ve matched what I’m wearing to your tie.” You teased.

“Actually, you can.” You raised a brow at this and the red began crawling up his neck, “I asked your mom to drop your dress off. It’s in your room.”

The uncomfortable conversation with Wonder Woman about why he wanted the particular dress that her daughter of the same age was planning to wear to prom was completely worth it when he watched your eyes light up like the sun before throwing your arms around his neck, “Oh my god! I love you!”

The dress fit you like a glove, even though the last time you wore tried it on it had been a teeny bit snug. All those hours training with Robin probably made it fit a little better even though you didn’t look any different. You stood in front of the mirror and couldn’t stop twirling; the dress was just so beautiful and you were over the moon that you got to wear it.

When you met Robin by the door, it felt a little too good to be true, the way he smiled at you just as your eyes met and then held out his arm for you to take. Your heart was sure to stop beating tonight at the rate it was thumping in your chest. You could barely hear him over the sound of it, filled with too much adrenaline and excitement. You could’ve gone for a 100-mile run with the amount of energy you suddenly had.

“You look pretty.”

You grinned and curtsied in an old-fashioned way, tipping an imaginary hat, “Why, thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself.”

He laughed, “Dapper?”

“It’s a word, look it up, tweetie bird.”

“And now all the magic’s dead.”

“Oh? Because I was expecting you to pull out a bouquet from your sleeve there.”

“Actually—” He smiled, pulling out a matching corsage from his suit pocket and holding it out to you, “I went all out.”

He helped you fasten it around your wrist when you struggled to do it with one hand and your breath got caught in your throat. It was awkward, to say the least, the energy between the both of you. In fact, there was so much tension that you felt like you could choke on it. Even though your first response to any kind of distress was to hide underneath the blankets in your bedroom, you still stayed by his side.

“So, what are we waiting for? What movie are we watching?”

It seemed like he finally remembered why he was standing outside the hall in the first place and smiled shyly, a blush faintly painting his cheeks. It felt like he was stalling the more you thought about it, lingering at the door for way too long as if something would explode or jump at you if he put his hand on the handle.

“Actually—”

He opened the door and you gasped, “You need to stop saying ‘Actually’ because every time you do, I get a heart attack.”

How he managed to get all this done in a day was beyond you. The table was filled with snacks and drinks that you knew was meant to be left over for Wally to finish. The TV had a blanket fort in front of it, looking so cozy that you suddenly wanted to take a nap. The holo-computer was projecting something similar to a carnival game, with a couple targets levitating mid-air, labelled with different points.

Your heart fluttered when you realized that Robin had gone through all this just to make sure you’d have a fun night and suddenly your eyes felt alarmingly wet.

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Came his incredulous response and you gave him the weakest punch you could possibly muster because you knew any harder could give your date a hairline fracture, “Excuse me. It’s a perfectly healthy emotional response.”

“Yeah, but you cry a lot, have you realized?” He teased, pulling you toward the holo-computer, giving you a simulator stun gun and then picking one up for himself.

“You don’t cry at all, Mr. Roboto,” You cocked the gun and pointed at him playfully, “But no matter, you’ll be crying once I beat you to dust.”

His signature laugh was the next thing you heard and you blushed, embarrassed that you liked it more than you cared to admit, “Let’s just see about that.”

***

“And then she goes—Word for word, I’m not even kidding—” You told, picking up a tennis ball and using it to imitate an apple before pretending to take a bite out of it, “Young lady, eating is simply not allowed on school premises. *crunch* These rules obviously apply to everyone. *crunch* No one is above the rules. *crunch*”

Robin was laughing at your horrible British accent and the way you tried so hard to sound all hoity-toity, had Alfred been here he would’ve been appalled. To be quite honest, you weren’t even sure if the lady was British or not, but it seemed fitting and the way Robin was laughing made you embarrassing yourself a teensy bit worth it.

“Not to mention she’s spewing apple chunks all over me. I can never unsee that image.” You shuddered, shaking your head and his laughs dulled down to chuckles.

“That’s not that bad. Once, our health class teacher was covering contraceptives and such. And he stands in front of the entire class and, with absolutely no hesitation, asks ‘So boys and girls, what are your favorite condom brands?’” You burst into laughter at that hiding your face in your hands as tears began blurring your vision.

“Oh, my goodness, I can’t breathe, stop talking!” You interrupted his story, clutching your stomach and flopping on your back from laughing so hard. He laughed, watching you writhe on the floor, unable to stop the choked chortles that were leaving your lips. Your stomach felt like you had just done an ab workout.

The movie that was playing had long gotten over, the credits frozen on the screen as you both continued to talk, recounting all the hilarious stories you could remember as music played in the background, “Alright, so it’s an all-girls program and all of the girls are chattering about and have their own little groups in the auditorium. And my principal goes, ‘Why are you all standing so close? You all are straight girls, are you not?’”

“Not as bad as a girl volunteering to sing during a school assembly before serenading me in front of the entire school. Even though we’ve never actually talked.” He blushed, remembering just how embarrassing the situation was. You threw your head back, missing the moment Robin took to admire you.

“You little Casanova. Are you really complaining about being a heartthrob?” You teased, nudging him playfully and he rolled his eyes though it was hidden by his glasses.

Eventually the stories and laughter begin to die down as your ears tune into the music playing in the background. Just as a fun, rap song that you weren’t paying attention to but were sure had something to do with sex ended, you heard the familiar tune flow through the speakers and smiled as the singers’ voices filled your ears.

“Ahh, I love this song.” You smiled, listening to the first verse. It was a pretty love song that always got you singing when you heard it playing in the car. It was the song you listened to on repeat when you read a romance book to give you the right feels. Closing your eyes, you recalled the last book you read to the music, smiling as the feeling of giddiness began to flow through you.

“Care to join me for a dance?”

When you opened your eyes, Robin was holding a hand out for you, a gentle and reassuring smile on his face and you didn’t hesitate before taking his hand. If he had asked at the start of the night, you probably would’ve blushed and felt nervous just by holding his hand but after spending a couple hours together, you were finally in tune with each other.

You didn’t mind resting your hands on his shoulders as his floated around your waist before you began swaying to the rhythm. You had spent the whole day together, more or less in the same way; resting against each other while watching the movie, holding his hand when he attempted to throw a ball with your lacrosse stick and failing before you stepped behind him to show him how it was done and finally feeding each other food as you attempted to play the guess different foods while blindfolded.

You giggled at the way Robin squirmed when the petals of your corsage tickled his neck, still swaying out of beat to the song but it didn’t really matter, you were just trying hard not to trip over the slight train of the dress or on his feet.

“It’s occurring to me that I haven’t actually thanked you for all of this.” You began, eyes darting around the place as you took in just how much he had done for you today and your heart swelled in your chest, smiling softly without even realizing it. His fingers tightened their grip on your waist slightly and the light blush crawling on his cheeks was the only indication that he was feeling slightly embarrassed.

You looked him back in the eye, well at your reflection in his sunglasses, “I’m really touched, Rob. No one’s ever done anything like this for me and I really don’t know what to say to make you understand just how much this means to me. Thank you.”

Thank you didn’t even begin to express how much you felt for him at this point, dancing with you in bare feet across the hall. A night you had been dreading for a while, a night you thought would be spent all alone was made one of the best ones since you opened your eyes on the planet just because of him. You couldn’t tell him how grateful you were for that.

He felt embarrassed that you were putting him on the spot this way. You had said so much and a simple ‘You’re welcome’ didn’t seem right to say. It felt awkward and distant and off-putting, how would you continue the conversation after he so rudely shut you down without any other way to continue?

His hands were slightly sweating against your dress and if you noticed the increase of warmth from his palms, you didn’t say anything. So, he said the only thing he could to sort of fill the silence, “It was nothing, really. You really don’t have to thank me; I didn’t do much. Besides, I hardly think any of this could compare to your real pro—”

He was cut of by your hands slowly sliding to delicately cup his cheeks before slanting your lips over his in your first kiss. He inhaled sharply against your lips, fingertips digging into your waist. The kiss itself wasn’t much, just a silky brush of your lips against his without any pressure before you pulled back and gave him an endearing smile, “Thank you.”

He returned it, pulling you a teensy bit closer so he could hold you against him but still far enough so you couldn’t feel his heartbeat thrumming against his ribcage.

***

Not even twenty minutes after the two of you had parted with whispered goodnights, you climbed up the stairs to Robin’s nest, with your makeup freshly washed off and dressed in comfy pajamas. You saw the tip of Robin’s head peek out from the beanbag and smiled. Your heart was slowly sinking to your stomach with the thought of talking to him.

“Hey.”

He turned around, seemingly surprised to see you which he never seemed before. Usually, he could hear you from a mile away. The tie around his neck was loosened, the top button undone and his suit jacket lay wrinkled beside him, though he was still wearing his glasses.

Nonetheless, he gave you a gentle smile, scooting over a little so you could plop beside him on the beanbag, “Missed me already?”

“Yeah.” The honesty in your voice caught him off-guard and he found himself blushing and avoiding your eyes as he waited for you to speak again and tell him why you came up here. Of course, his heart leaped at the thought that you were up here just to see him, even though you spent the whole night together.

“Listen about earlier,” He turned his head to you but this time it was you who wouldn’t look at him, playing with your fingers in your lap, “About the kiss; I’m sorry.”

He could hardly hear anything other than his heartbeat when he heard the tone in your voice and he knew that something bad was going to come. Were you going to tell him that it was a mistake and that you regret it? He wouldn’t hold it against you but his heart tore at even the thought.

“I shouldn’t have done it without asking for permission first, I’m sorry. I was just reliving it and I realized that I never actually asked if I could, you know? It’s just I really like you and got caught up in nerves and emotions and all—” Somehow you managed to catch yourself rambling and stopped, taking a deep breath, “Anyway, if it made you uncomfortable, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

You glanced back up at him with a shy smile, “Are you gonna say something or, do you want me to leave….”

If it was possible, you looked even more beautiful barefaced and hair pulled back from your face than you did in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen you in before.

“Could I kiss you? Please?”

Your breath got caught in your throat and you found yourself leaning in before you could even think of saying anything.

Who were you to say no?

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