#caught between ‘i want them to be loving family’ and ��this is the batfam. they’re all downright strange & don’t get along well’

[scarlet-herring]

love brainstorming reverse robin aus. like how do i replicate early batfam’s wild dynamics but in reverse. jason, cass, and dick generally have good relationships with the older group, while duke, damian, and bruce cannot be in the same room together without exploding at least one head through sheer willpower, and tim rotates between hellishly controlling and completely unattached

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected! Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Seven

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Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Eight

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A/N: I’m not sure if I’m satisfied with this. But, I doubt I’ll ever be satisfied with this. I want Reader to come off as more Bruce like with the emotional suppression and planning. And, this was my actual first and third attempt at dialogue. I’m gonna need some practice. But, I tried.

A/N: Up next we get some yandere!Bats vs. yandere!Smalltown action. (Holy frick is that gonna be hard to write.) I’m also going to start work on the Dick Obsession now. Gotta fight the temptation to write the Vigilante!Smalltown!Reader story while this is still in the works.

Warning: Yandere Themes.

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As the coming months passed by, Reader could feel Gotham starting to wear on them. Or, they at the least Wayne manor starting to wear on them. They haven’t been given permission to leave the manor since the kidnapping. Not even to drive their truck for some unhealthy, but soul healing fast food. Of course, that doesn’t stop the other residents of the house from leaving whenever they wish. 

They see the Bat Burger wrappers in the trash the morning after another soundless night in the manor. God, how they’d love to try it one day. 

But, as time moves on something draws closer. An important date. Reader’s legal eighteenth birthday. They’re excited, by all means. But, there’s something significantly more important coming sooner. 

Reader’s Younger Brother’s Birthday was just a week before Reader’s. There had been many fond memories made while growing up with the week between the two different dates being filled with fun and excitement. (And love.) 

With such an important date coming up, and with Momma and Daddy no longer being here, Reader had plans to make it a fun week. 

They just have to convince Bruce to let them go back to Smalltown. Just for the week. They’re all too busy to spend time with Reader anyway, besides this is important to them. They’ve stayed in the manor like asked. They’re grades are good. They do their chores. They don’t ask for much. It should be perfectly reasonable to request to let them visit back home. 

But, just in case, Reader approaches Dick next time he's in the manor and is smothering them in affection before he goes to disappear into the library. 

“Can you help me convince Bruce to let me go, please, Dick?”

It’s a simple request. And, it makes Dick’s heart melt a bit. Reader’s the only one in the family to easily give into his affection and to have them finally ask him for help in such a sweet polite voice was heart melting.

Wholeheartedly, he agrees and he is rewarded. With Reader bouncing into his arms with an impressive amount of enthusiasm that he hasn’t had a chance to see previously. Probably due to always being so busy. Maybe he should make more time for Reader if they shower him with such genuine gratitude and affection like this. 

The thought lingers in his head as he makes his way towards the Batcave. A spring in his step despite the glares he receives as he makes his way down the stairs. 

The manor cameras had caught the entire thing, leaving the occupants in the cave to get a front row seat to Reader being sweet on Dick. 

He can’t stop the tiny smug smile from forming on his lips as Barbara gives him a disapproving ~~jealous~~ look. Or, the look of straight bitterness on Damian’s face. The mild satisfaction from Duke’s face being as blank as Cassandra’s. Stephanie’s forlorn expression. The way that Jason looks like he wants to shoot him with the gun he’s cleaning that makes him want to laugh with glee.. 

Tim doesn’t even look at him. Too annoyed with Dick as he sits at the Batcomputer furiously clicking and typing away on something. 

Bruce had been out at the moment for League Business. But, the entire family now has a competition forming. Whoever could convince Bruce for Reader would win. The prize being the winner possibly getting showered in Reader’s affection. And, the hope of visiting Reader’s hometown with them. The very idea of it makes some of them shudder with some particular emotions. 

The bombardment of pleading and puppy-dog eyes began almost as soon as Bruce stepped back into the cave. It was nearly comical how everyone petitioned Reader’s case. 

Hell, Bruce was nearly convinced they should all make the trip when Tim threw his bid in.

Pulling up all the research on Smalltown and how apparently harmless it was. He even managed to remotely bug Childhood Friend’s Brother’s phone just to double check. 

That’s when things spiral. 

Right at that very moment, a call comes through to the phone. It seems harmless at first. The guy talking to his boss. The two had immediately talked about Reader returning to town. As if the two knew without a doubt that they were coming back.

That sparked suspicions, but it's not what ignited the fire.

The fire came when the two started talking about Reader's time in Gotham. The whole kidnapping incident. Childhood Crush admitted that Reader tried to down play the incident to Nana. After which his boss ask a horrifying question.

"Do you and Grand Daddy need some help killing this guy? It might be a bit harder than the last one y'all killed."

The last one.

Immediately the phrase makes questions arise. But, once again things get worse.

"Nah, we'll let him live. He's from Gotham. He'll probably never come out this way. And, if he does them we'll drag him out where we drowned the last sorry son of a bitch. He was just in it for the money."

"That's right. The other guy just wanted to kill Reader to keep 'em for himself. Still..."

It was difficult to give the rest of the conversation their full attention after that.

It was like the blood had crystalized in their veins. Both cold fury and hot rage filling them till it seemed to shred their minds apart.

There was no way in heaven or hell or high water that they were possibly going to let Reader go back to that vile little town filled with monsters. As if Gotham wasn't filled with abominations of it's own designs.

Without a moment to delay Bruce Batman jumps into action, barking orders for Tim, Barbara, and Cassandra to start digging up everything imaginable on Smalltown. Every resident, every social media post or mention, every single person that has ever lived there, visited, and gone missing. "Find me the name of the bastard that nearly took my child to the grave. I want the memory of them wiped of the face of the earth as their bones rot in it."

The other's are ordered to cover his patrol and redouble their efforts to capture the remaining Gotham Rouges by any and all means necessary The Court of Owls is low priority until more is uncovered about Smalltown and what the hell happened.

Reader's usual pacing around the unoccupied halls of the manor conversing on the phone is interrupted by Bruce Batman stalking towards with a violence simmering under the surface of an obsidian mask. Easy to shatter and sharp to the touch. Before a words is even spoken the phone the lifeline is ripped from their hands and shattered under a pair of designer loafers.

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You could only stagger back as you watched his foot trample over the well used phone. You hadn't even chance to hang up the conversation you were having, when Bruce had come barreling down the extravagant hall way you roamed so often you 'd already practically memorized the brush strokes on each painting and the pattern of the wood grain on the walls. Not even the chance to put a hold on the plans you were making before it all came to an abrupt halt without your blessing.

For a moment your just baffled. Looking at the shattered phone screen with pieces of glass and plastic on the ground before looking up at the shattered facade your father Bruce wore.

His face was deathly still. Not even a twitch. It gave him an inhuman like visage that set off the same warning bells that Jason Red Hood had made you hear.

So that's where he got it from.

You can't help put think, trying to form the words to question his actions and confront him. It isn't long before he gives you the excuse explanation for his unwarranted action himself.

"You're not going." Is all he says. His voice was cold enough to burn.

It doesn't take a genius to know what he's talking about.

"If this is about me getting Dick to help convince you-"

"Dick agrees. Everyone agrees. You are not going." The interruption is rude, but the words sting. They thought that everyone else would be on board with it. Even the members of the family that didn't care for their presence should have been on board with it.

"I'm not asking for a vote. I was asking for your permission and yours alone." Another attempt.

"I am saying no. I am your father and you will listen to me about this." The totality found in his icy voice makes them finally feel that helpless. Like nothing they say will improve this situation. That continuing to smile will not solve a damn thing.

"What did I do?" The resentment that has locked up tightly inside beings to swirl. Ire churning into gales. The long withheld temper becoming a tempest. "What the hell did I do to make you treat me like this?"

"This has nothing to do with you. This is my decision on the matter. You need-" The sound of a notification going off interrupts his words, but they don't stop the ringing in you're ears. Even after Bruce abruptly dismisses himself, muttering about getting you a new phone, before moving towards the library. Again.

For once, you don't bother cleaning up the shattered pieces on the floor. Leaving them on the ornate carpet in the lavish and deserted hall. You have planning to do. Restraint is gone. Holding back is over. It's time to take things into your own hands. They want to ignore you, fine. You'll leave and you'll fucking live without them.

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Consequently, incoming weather reports start showing some unusual patterns on the news that week. Meteorologist say there's a massive possibility of a potential hurricane brewing off the coast. Everyone is on edge. (Gotham is already a disaster as is. No one wants another one on top of it.)

Reader's not to worried. They grew up with Hurricane parties. Besides the manor has it's own power grid says Alfred. Gotham's power grid is a bit more vulnerable, but luckily the Hospitals and Arkham are on different power grids. Everything should be alright. (Everything should also go according to plan.)

The next time Dick comes by, Reader is a bit short with him. Giving him a disgruntled look that breaks his heart a little and makes it melt. Try as he might he gets nothing other than their annoyance. Even when he finally admits it was Tim's fault they had been denied the chance to go home. It does make them pout even more, how cute. Even when he gifts them a newer phone. Their not stupid, the damn thing is probably bugged to high heaven. And, it's missing all their old contacts since Bruce slammed the SD card under his big bat toe.

Their clearly in a foul mood and everyone is being subjugated to the silent treatment. As their birthday, and their younger brother's birthday, draws closer and closer, a dark cloud seems to hang over them and Gotham.

In a moment born from guilt and ignorance, Bruce buys them a car as an early birthday present. A grandiose little luxury model. With all the bells and whistles. It's even in their favorite color. Not that anyone in the family asked what it was. (Tim might have had something to do with it. After all he did get them banned from traveling. Not that he feels guilty. No way in hell was he letting you go. Especially without him or the others.)

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"It seems kinda wasteful." You can't help saying it. To tired of putting on that pleasant people pleaser mask for once.

"I know it's a bit extravagant, but since everyone has their own car I thought you should have your own too." Bruce had such an eager smile on his face. Like the whole incident with the crushing your hopes and your phone never happened.

To bad you haven't forgotten nor forgiven.

"Still a waste. I'm not going to get to drive it anywhere." Vinegar coating your tongue as you look at the sleek design.

You can here everyone around you stop cooing and praising the gift. There's no need to further elaborate your point. He gets it. The family gets it. The very earth you stand on gets it. You're not leaving this house. There's no need for the tank of gas to be filled. Or the damn thing to be charged since its some fucking electric hybrid, and probably filled to the brim with all sorts of nasty little tracking bugs.

You could have left it at that. But why not sink that needle deeper into his chest. Not a knife. Never a knife. You want your words to sting and stick. No taking the cut and letting it heal overtime. Let it be tattooed on the skin.

"Besides I already have Daddy's old truck. I don't need this." Don't those words hit like a strike to the soul. Bruce grows visibly still at them. That practiced mask going up and hiding the tells from all of them. Except Cassandra. There's no hiding things from her. They're all laid bare in front of her and she can tell everyone has somethings to say. While you have something to scream.

"You could at the very least be grateful for Father's gift" Damian spoke. He had been so well behaved to far. Keeping quite and watching with attentive green eyes. He could tell this wasn't going to go in the family's favor. He didn't necessarily blamed you for being disgruntled. But, would it kill you to give them a smile. They missed those. Hell, he missed those.

Something in you crackled, but you managed to hold you're tongue. The side-eye you gave him, however spoke enough volumes for you instead.

Astonishingly, it was Duke that set off the electric charge.

"I mean, it is a really nice car. You sure you don't want to take it for a spin?" You can here his attempt at trying to defuse the static in the are, but as fond of him as you are compared to the others, it just sets you off.

"Oh, and where to exactly?" You can't help but snort. "Down the driveway and back?"

"You're acting like a brat." Jason throwing in his two cents. Of course he would say that. And, he's rewarded with a voltaic look from you eyes and a snarl from your lips.

"I. Don't. Care." The words echo in the massive car garage. Bouncing of the walls and the other sleek fancy model cars in it. Your apathy and anger is reward with quiet.

It doesn't last long.

"Let's all just calm down." Dick steps between them, trying to play reconciler. All it serves to do is make you feel more isolated. The way he steps between you cuts you off from the rest of the group and makes it seem like he's singling you out.

"I am calm!" The words coming from your clenched jaw.

"They're the one acting like a spoiled little-"

"Jason, enough." Bruce finally steps in. That stoic look still on his face. Internally, he knows he miscalculated. He made a mistake, and it's humbling to know he can still make them at his age and with all his experience. Still, he wears the mask. He's too busy recalculating and coming up with another plan. Perhaps he was putting to much focus on the wrong thing. That didn't stop him from glaring at that classless truck in his garage.

"Of fucking course Daddy's princess gets away with acting like a brat." Jason doesn't stop though, looking directly at you. Always looking at you. Everyone is always looking at you. But never speaking these days.

"Fuck you." You whisper. Caution and hesitance thrown into the stirring winds.

"Uh-oh, looks like the princess finally snapped." That sickly green look appearing in his eyes. God, does he love this. He knew they had some fucking bite in them. Some spice. Something that made them even more delicious. That just enhanced their sweetness tenfold.

"Jason. Knock it off." Barbara murmurs after Cassandra places a hand on her shoulder. Signaling the direction this could easily head in.

"No, I don't think I will." He sneers, making an attempt to step around Dick and get in your face. It's Tim and Stephanie that try to stop him this time. Both muttering to him and trying to get him to calm down.

You can clearly see it. Their family dynamic. Clear as day. It's right in front of you for you to watch unfold while you stand on the outside looking in. Only getting stray remnants of it when they deem you worth it. You're always worth it though, silly little sugarplum. They’re just terrible at showing it, you poor poor thing. That'll change soon, don't worry. Actually, you should worry.

There's no need to stick around any longer. No fucking need at all. Your feet echoing as you leave the room filled with strangers family and cars. You're leaving. You're going home. And you're going home tonight.

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That night, the news is blaring over Gotham. A sudden hurricane off the coast is set to hit by nightfall. People are being asked to evacuate, already there is panic in the streets.

As much as they don't want to leave things unresolved, the family has no choice, but to respond. Making sure evacuations go smoothly. Keeping the mobs at bay in the stores. Checking that the Arkham inmates are both secure and safe.

It gets worse when the reports further come in. There was lightning spotted off the coast. A lightning storm predicted to hit before the hurricane. That would double the difficulties everyone in Gotham was dealing with.

Most everyone, but Reader.

With the family busy they had plenty of time to pack a few belongings and necessities for a long drive. Glowing eyes taking inventory as the electricity crackled under their skin and the distant skies. Brewing excitement in their chest as the skies filled with dark clouds. Some might think it ominous. But, for Reader it was freedom.

In Gotham that ominous feeling continued. It was as if Gotham itself knew what chaos was about to unfold. Chaos that it would have reveled in if not for the impending feeling of loss found not only in the empty streets, but in Wayne Manor.

As the wind started to wail, nightfall seemed to come earlier with how dark the clouds made the sky. Rain poured in sheets. Most of the Bats took cover, but when the lightning began to strike is when things really when to hell.

By luck or something else, the Gotham power grid was hit. Shutting down over half the city in the first moments of the storm. The downpour hadn't even soaked the concrete when it struck.

The darkness washed over the city and the family knew it was going to be a long long night.

Barbara, in Oracle mode in the Batcave, was focused on keeping everyone updated on new alerts and any looting. She didn't have a chance to glance at the manor cameras and see Reader walking through the halls with a bag on their shoulders before. Multiple strikes of lightning reverberated through the manor. They could be heard echoing all the way down in the cave.

And, they caused the power to go out.

It was only out for twenty minuets. Twenty long minuets of Barbara and Alfred trying to fix the power and get everyone back in contact with each other.

A lot can happen in twenty minutes. Like a garage door opening and closing manually. Like someone driving down the long driveway out of the security gate without being noticed. Like someone could escape without notice in those twenty minutes.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

I am going FERAL over this imagine:

So basically Bruce brings reader home to be his new daughter/the boys' new sibling but Uh Oh! They now want you carnally and reader is just like "you said you wanted me as a daughter/sibling, wtf is this" and being their platonic darling is better than being shared between them romantically so reader tries to come off as innocent and child/sibling coded by being like "yeah I've never actually kissed or dated anyone before aren't I just so innocent" and the boys are like :)))

So then Dick says you can call him your boyfriend "just to feel it out" and Tim starts blatantly stealing your panties and Jason says he can give you your 1st kiss so you can "practice" with him and Bruce offers to teach you how to touch yourself and (and him) and when you try to walk it back cause the boys are being Freaks they're in their delulu era so eventually you end up tied to the bed with the boys and Bruce drawing straws over who gets to take what 1sts (like 1st date, kiss, virginity, ect).

And Damien is just in the background absolutely SEETHING cause the the boys and Bruce's Horny Time keeps interrupting his Mommy Time with the reader

And reader using Damien as kind of a shield cause what are they going to do, feel you up in front of a CHILD? Like just, "Stay Platonic :))"

Just that kind of pseudo incest makes me Feel Things (*/∀＼*)(///∇///)

I'd love your thoughts/a fic based on this! Ty ❤️

TW: Brief mentions of pseudo incest(y) scenarios/behavior, manipulative tactics, yandere tendencies

(Okay so I’ll answer this with my thoughts for right now.)

I know I primarily write incest(y) related topics for my Game of Thrones/ASOIAF stuff but I have been tempted to/curious about branching it out into some of the other fandoms I write for 👀. (I’ve had a few ideas rolling around in my noggin for a bit if anyone is interested.) So I would be willing to give this a try. I’m down to experiment with some new stuff, within reason of course.

I imagine the Reader being older (probably 19-23), maybe even having been a runaway of sorts or not having a very stable home life, so when they’re given the ‘offer’ to become part of the family they’re looking to fulfill a familial void they’ve never experienced or have forgotten how it’s felt like. I definitely see Bruce and the rest of the boys keeping a very close eye on the Reader before they decide to finally bring them into their family, basically full on stalking them from the moment they caught their attention (you know how the Batfam works). It wouldn’t be a surprise if even before the Reader was with them physically that the boys developed a more carnal desire for them. At first, their intentions were completely platonic, but with all the lengthy observing and information gathering of their supposed-to-be-new-family-member eventually something changed in how they all saw their darling.

I really see the change in their obsession starting with either Dick or Tim first. Especially regarding some accidental or purposeful peeping Tom foolery. I feel like Bruce would be the last to fall victim to the change in direction or at the very least he’s the last one to admit to it. If Damian is younger than I see his obsession staying strictly platonic, but if he were much older than I could see him involving himself to the same depths as his family.

At first, I see things happening subtly. Knowing that at the very least a few of them are already in an obsessive-romantic headspace in regards to their darling before they even physically become part of the family the guys would try to be as welcoming as possible without revealing their true intentions. They don’t want to scare you off right away, they want you to walk into it semi-willingly at least. But the interactions with the Reader would show something else. The lingering touches, the being much closer to you than really necessary, the heated grazes over your clothes here and there that leave you wondering if that actually happened or not. I also kind of like the other members not being fully aware of each other’s change in obsession, everyone giving each other the side eye until it sets in and then all out war of who gets the darling to themself unfolds only to eventually end up with them working together and agreeing to share. That’s when Bruce’s heel-turn is revealed.

Once things get truly amped up, the interactions with the Reader really begin to escalate. The boys would walk around shirtless more often, all of them trying to get their darling to look at them, to really look at them. Eventually, it’s not just them being shitless but either them in nothing but their underwear or nothing at all. They start out as accidents but eventually it’s pretty loud and clear that the guys want you to see them, all of them, to even touch them and feel them to your hearts content. But thats not all, of course it’s not. The touching of their darling only gets all the more intense, to the point that you know damn well that they’re touching you and they want to leave you wanting for more. So much more. The Reader’s innocence and lack of experience would only spur them on even more. They absolutely thrive off of it. They all want to be your first, your first everything. There will be a lot of secret ‘lessons’ being given behind closed doors and telling of “Don’t tell Batdaddy or he’ll get real mad.” “Don’t let Jay know, or he’ll want to punish you for not doing this with him.” “Let this be our secret, (Name). Something just for you and me.” “Can’t tell anyone about this or they’ll ruin it for the both of us.” And they only get even worse from there.

I can’t see Alfred being okay with this in any situation, whatsoever. I think he especially would feel like Bruce and the other boys completely took advantage of the Reader and he would try his best to aid them in trying to keep up with the platonic intention of this entire fiasco. He would be a total cockblock, even going as far as helping Damian in his cockblocking endeavors. Alfred’s intention would be to play both sides so he knows how to help the Reader when it comes to Bruce and the others but it wouldn’t take too long for them to figure out that Alfred is working against them. Like, Alfred was all for the familial-platonic obsession but when things started getting more romantic he was ready to shut that shit down ASAP. You can’t tell me he hasn’t, at least a few times, locked Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim out of the house to give the Reader some peace and give Damian his much deserved allotted time with them.

Speaking of Damian, he is a menace (as per usual) but even more so than normal. He really doesn’t take too well to the new direction of his father’s and brothers’ obsession for the Reader. He thinks it’s pretty messed up but he sincerely likes and cares about the Reader and he wants them to stay, he wants them to continue being a part of the family forever so he’ll let some things slide. Some. He even may be willing to look the other way when it eventually comes to Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim baby-trapping the Reader if it means this whole ‘family’ thing becomes set in stone with the arrival of a new ‘sibling’. But for the most part, at least early on, Damian would be a huge pain in the ass for the other family members. He feels like he needs to step in to save his darling from the others and their ulterior motives. He’s all his parental/older sibling figure needs, at least at that point. He may even try to runaway with them to keep them safe from the others. Hell, he may even get his mother involved if he was desperate enough, especially if he saw the Reader as a parental figure. Or maybe even another Justice League member to either adopt him and the Reader so that he could have that family experience he was promised with the Reader. Or he would be completely content just living the rest of his life just him and the Reader, platonically of course.

It would either take Bruce or Dick to have a talk with Damian to get him to come to some agreement to allow them to continue with what they’re doing in regards to the Reader. I think Dick would get away with manipulating Damian much better than Bruce could. I think Damian would have some opinions about his father especially throughout this whole situation. Especially since I see Damian being very observant of how Dick, Jason and Tim are behaving towards the Reader early on and picking up on the fuckery taking place, even going as far as telling Bruce about it under the belief his father would be on his side (not ever fathoming the idea of his father also doing similar things to the Reader without him ever knowing). As far as Damian knew his father was completely platonic towards the Reader, as a ‘father’ should be. Right? So understandably Damian feels not only betrayed but also disgusted when he finds out that his father was and still is taking part in, acting in a similarly depraved fashion as the others.

Eventually, I could see them coming together and being one big ‘happy’ family. But it sure as hell comes at a price. (Usually the Reader’s freedom and sense of self outside of the obsession they’ve been dragged into, to drown in alongside their yandere(s).)

[jaythes1mp]

Hi can you please make a yandere batfam meeting a merfolk reader or what your headcanonns on how that would go especially if reader is willing to stay and maybe even help with the more aquatic stuff of vigilante work

Definitely! This is some general stuff, a link to the chapter once I’ve written it will be added at the end. If everyone could please cast votes for what you’d rather before I start writing it, would be great!

Anon, I know your initial ask wasn’t really a request, but I want to write this. Haha… hope you don’t mind.

Yandere Batfam x Merfolk Reader

In the early stages of your involvement with the BatFamily, when their obsessions with you are just beginning to form, they would seek out your assistance in their crime fighting endeavours. This is under the assumption that you’re already a well known vigilante of sorts. Their obsession growing after they encounter and become acquainted with you. Learning of your skills, and how your kind can help them if any villains were to take their fight to the water surrounding Gotham’s edges.

But once the Bat's obsession has matured into a deep, twisted fascination, they would never allow you near the battlefield. Their possessive nature would take over, and they would be unable to bear the thought of you being hurt or even fighting others. Even if you were incredibly powerful, their protective instincts would render it moot the moment they have their possessive grasp on you, effectively ending your crime fighting days.

However, if you were not affiliated with any vigilante work from the beginning, the BatFamily would never even entertain the idea. Their fixation would target you on a personal level, rather than the dynamic of needing crime fighting assistance.

They might encounter you under various circumstances, such as: (numbered 1,2,3,4.)

By chance along Gotham’s shores, accidentally stumbling upon you.

You were caught in a trap, leading to your capture and confinement at Wayne Enterprises research facility. <- my favourite

One of the Bat’s had suffered an injury that sent them plummeting deep into the waters of Gotham, but just as they’re about to loose consciousness you swim them up to the surface. Saving them.

Or you may take the initiative on your own accord, reeling in one of the batfamily for either help or sustenance. The rest of the family coming to the rescue only to learn that you’re non threatening, and that the chosen member is cuddling into your side.

They would grow unhealthily fixated on you. Attached. Every aspect of your appearance and your mysterious species would fascinate them. The thought alone that you could survive in the harsh dangerous waters of Gotham without Bruce’s high-tech equipment ever detecting your existence baffling them. This would spark a curiosity turned obsession that would drive them to uncover everything about you, no matter the cost. Their intrigue shifting into a deeper, twisted form of love.

Initially, they would design a high-tech enclosure for you at the Wayne Manor, meticulously crafted to provide everything you need to thrive and more. Which you willingly enter, unaware that you’re under their watchful eyes, who monitor your every move, their fascination growing.

Under the vigilante route, where you’ve allied yourself with the family, you would move to the manor to discuss and plan out operations aimed at capturing and stopping a villain who was terrorising the city. Your presence there would foster a bond between you, as they relied on your skills and knowledge to aid them.

Voluntarily travelling there to discuss plans and strategies to combat with the villain and future perpetrators who has target Gotham.

Versus the ‘found’ routes, where you’d go because you trust them.

1 & 4 -> You would go to the Wayne Manor intrigued and fascinated to explore an entirely new place. Having only known of Gotham’s currents before, the thought of learning about human culture piques your interest. Contrary to the ominous warnings from the Elder Mers, these humans have been nothing but kind. They haven’t tried to harm you in any way, neither confining you in cages nor cutting you up to consume you, nor taking your scales. The Elder Mers must have misled you! The BatFamily is proving to be nothing but sweet and welcoming. What’s the harm in staying with them for a little while? You’re sure your clan won’t even realise that you’re gone.

2 -> You would either have no choice in the matter, as you were considered the Wayne’s property under the public’s eyes, Or you would leave under a negotiation with one of them. Desperate to escape from the constant scrutiny of the scientists who eye you as nothing more than a piece of meat. Their tests leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, had become unbearable, with the small transparent tank doing nothing to offer you comfort or refuge. A public spectacle being observed daily by prying eyes. You’d do anything to never have to become an experiment for these humans ever again.

3 -> They would invest months, devoting themselves to understanding your life, gradually winning you over with their kindness. Persuading you to reciprocate their efforts by visiting the enclosure they had meticulously designed specifically for you. You were fascinated by their accomplishment, having built a structure that seamlessly connected to every room within their manor. Slowly you visited more often, their efforts touching you deeply. They had created this for you. Maybe humans weren’t all bad…

Whichever route you take, the end result is the same; they become deeply, unhealthily obsessed with you. Having them hold you captive, their obsession transforming into an intense, lasting fixation. They would have no intention of ever letting you go, keeping you confined in their carefully crafted webs, for the rest of your life, never permitting you to escape their grasp. Their desire for you becoming all-consuming, forever entrapping you within their influence.

Please vote for which of them you’d like to see most!

Romantic or platonic? Tell me in the comments or anon asks, please.

[ash-crane101]

“Don’t piss off any of the rogues, unless you want to end up with either lasting trauma or worst case scenario, dead.”

“Gas masks here are VERY high quality and VERY affordable, and they will be your best friend during gas attacks. I personally recommend Wayne Enterprises’s gas masks. I also recommend you keep that mask on your person every day, since you never know when the next chemical attack will happen here.”

“If a man covered in question marks asks you a riddle, please don’t respond. That is most likely my stepfather, Edward, AKA the riddler.”(Ooc but I ship scriddler so riddler is Ash and their Siblings’ stepdad in this RP)

“Check whose territory you’re in consistently. Red hood’s men are great suppliers for that, and they can alert you to territory changes.”

“Please leave gifts for the bat family somewhere where they can see who’s it meant for. I Recommend leaving them on a rooftop on their respective patrol routes. Also, if you want to not induce confusion between the bat family, make sure to include the name of the member. Also I really recommend giving the youngest of the Corvid-themed members of the batfamily horror shit. I know they have a really big collection of it considering they’re also autistic and… also are my 3rd roommate. Don’t ask how I know that.”

“Confront crazy with more crazy. I once saw that someone weaponized an old banana and charged at the dude that was robbing him/her/them/any. That person ended up with a wallet and no banana.”@gothamarchivist

“Please at least stop by the coffee shops once during your stay in this less-than-wonderful city. Trust me, the coffee’s better than the amount of crime here. Plus you might even see a batfamily member chugging down on a late-night latte due to their horrendous sleep schedules.”

“Harming plants almost always equal death by my aunt Pamala.”

“Please get your errands done by at least the high school start times here. Traffic gets horrendous after that here.”

“The bat’s hands are rated E for Everyone. Nobody is immune from justice in these parts.”

“Please don’t say you love a rogue when you’re in one of Gotham’s barns and nobles. Most likely you’ll end up being caught lacking by a nearby batfamily member or an officer.”

“Here in Gotham, we’re big on any kinda pride. Hell, THE BRUCE WAYNE got seen in a pride suit during a presentation of Wayne Enterprises’s built-in binder t-shirt once. Managed to snag one of those shirts during Gotham’s Walmarts’ pride sale(it was on sale for 5 bucks and I had 5 bucks to spend) since Wayne Enterprises shit always leaks over to Walmarts across the United States.”

“You might as well thank the entire criminal underworld here for cheapening the rent. And possibly the batfamily for accidentally flying through closed windows from time-to-time. Also, Bruce Wayne knows a shit ton of martial arts and is probably a black belt in karate. He’s also probably at the height of human strength naturally. Meaning that he doesn’t need no bodyguard to protect him. Motherfucker won’t start shit but he will end it.”

“rich kids outside of Gotham get taught sword-fighting with safety precautions in place, armed with epees, all that safety stuff. Notice how I mentioned outside of Gotham. Because I know the Bat’s current robin is a rich kid and he got taught sword-fighting with no safety precautions, armed with a katana, no safety stuff to even protect him from accidentally stabbing himself with that damn blade during sword-fighting lessons. Also, the kid, Damien, was raised by his mom in the league until he got sent to live with his dad. No wonder the kid is regularly caught armed with either an extremely sharp blade intending to kill somebody on his patrols or somehow got an exotic animal or animals into the manor that shouldn’t even BE INSIDE THE MANOR.”

“Only a few of the batfam have not attempted to kill anybody. Namely Batman because he ain’t got the balls to kill Joker. I’m starting to think the Bat’s cheating on Catwoman with that fucking clown!!”

“Don’t be surprised if you hear at least a teen say something about my father’s toxin being effectively Ghost weed.”

“Nobody gives a fuck here. We all deal with petty crime to the point where we’re free of fucks to give. Even the customer service workers here don’t even have smiles and don’t take any Karen’s (or Susan’s) shit.” (I genuinely didn’t mean to offend any non-entitled Karens or Susans because of this comment, I was just poking fun at the fact that people automatically default to Karen or Susan when they refer to an entitled lady they don’t know the name of).

“You get drinking water out of our waterways, you boil that shit and wait for it to cool for it to be drinkable. Unless you want to either laugh to death or scream and shit yourself. The more chemically inclined rogues put shit in the water here.”

-💀🖤Ash

Ooc tags:

okay people what are the 'surviving gotham' 101 strategies??

I've barely survived my first weekend here

[awhitehead17]

Batfam Alphabet: O - Overprotective 

Summary: Even though they blatantly deny it to everyone, deep down they do love and care for one another. This is often expressed more through their actions rather than their words, especially when it comes to looking out for one another without being asked too.

Enjoy! :D

Like the rest of his siblings, Damian’s grown to really despise galas and any sort of event his father would host or be a guest at. They had warned him early on about them and how awful they are but at first Damian didn’t believe them, after all if his father attends them then it must be important, his father wouldn’t do anything without a reason behind it. Now however, years later, he gets it. And he hates it.

As the last few years have gone by, Damian’s come to realise how fake it all was. How everyone who attended father’s parties were all suck ups as Todd calls them, they didn’t mean the words they say, they donated to charities because it makes them look good and not because they actually care. Once Damian clicked onto all of this, he learnt to hate them as the rest of the family did.

That brings him to now, where he's stood off to the side of the hall, somewhat hiding behind a pillar trying to not be seen. He watches the socialites of Gotham mingle with one another, as they share exaggerated stories and laugh rather obnoxiously.

His attention often drifts from the socialites to his family members amongst the crowd. His father pretending to be that weaker persona of his which grates on everybody’s nerves, Richard is also amongst the crowd wearing a wide smile as he talks. He doesn’t see Todd or Drake but he knows they’re around somewhere. Cain, Brown and Thomas were lucky to be patrolling that night.

Damian watches Richard for a moment, something had caught his attention and that particular something doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t know what it is exactly but there’s something off about how close one of the women surrounding Richard is getting to him.

Damian watches with an eagle eye as she lays a hand on his arm, her fingers curl around his forearm and stays there. In response Richard places one of his hands on top of hers and politely removes it from his body as he keeps up the conversation they’re having.

Even from this distance Damian could make out how uncomfortable Richard is currently feeling. His brother takes a step back away from the woman to create space between them and continues with the conversation, however the woman doesn’t seem to get the hint as she steps with him closing that gap. This time she lets out a loud obnoxious laugh and places a hand on Richard’s shoulder before sliding it down his arm.

Now, Damian doesn’t understand why people want to touch others, he doesn’t fully understand the look the woman is sending Richard’s way, but what he does know is that he doesn’t like it. His brother is uncomfortable and because of either the setting they’re currently in or because Richard is just too polite, he won’t apparently tell her to leave him alone.

Not having such courtesy, Damian decides to take the matters into his own hands. Pushing away from the wall, he moves towards Richard with a purpose and doesn’t stop until he’s standing by the man. Using his small height to advantage he pushes himself between the woman and Richard, tucking himself in close to his brother and gripping onto his blazer to get his attention.

Richard looks startled at his sudden appearance. “Damian! Is everything okay bud?”

Damian tilts his head up and gives the man the most innocent look he could muster up. Never let it said that Damian Wayne isn’t a good actor. “I need you.”

Looking concerned Richard asks, “Need me? What’s going on Little D?”

If it was any other circumstance he would snap at the man for the nickname, however right now it’s kind of working in his favour. Instead of responding Damian presses closer to Richard’s leg and buries his face into the man’s hip, making sure to appear like he’s a needy and clingy child.

It works because Richard soon bends down and scoops him up into his arms. Over his shoulder Damian hears him say, “Sorry ladies, but I’m needed somewhere else right now. It was lovely talking to you all, have a nice night.”

Then they’re walking away. Behind him Damian hears several huffs and scoffs at the interruption and Damian just about keeps his grin from showing.

Richard finds a rather secluded part of the hall and places him down onto the floor, his brother stays crouched down at his height and glances over his body, looking concerned. “Damian is everything okay. That behaviour really isn’t like you.”

Finally dropping the act, Damian falls back into his usual self. He sends Richard a pleased smile. “You looked rather uncomfortable talking to those women Grayson, I thought I would come and help relieve you from them.”

It takes a few seconds for Richard to realise what’s happened. At first confusion crosses his face followed by understanding, amusement and then a disapproval. Damian’s not bothered by the look, he knows he’s helped Richard that night and refuses to feel ashamed about it.

“Damian,” Richard starts slowly, “I appreciate you looking out for me, and yes Mrs. Case was getting uncomfortably close, but unfortunately that sort of thing happens at these kind of events. We simply have to deal with it in the most civilised manner we can without making a scene.”

Damian scowls. “We shouldn’t have too! They should understand their touches are not wanted. That woman wouldn’t have left you alone despite how uncomfortable you clearly were.”

Richard sends him a sad smile and the look adults tend to give children when they “don’t understand the situation”. “I’ve learnt to handle it Little D, you don’t need to get worked up over it, especially not because of me.”

Damian’s unsure on how to respond to that so he stays silent, of course he wants to curse out every single woman who’s dared look at Richard like that but even he knows there currently isn’t anything he can do in that moment to make things right.

Seeming to understand his thoughts his brother laughs lightly and stands up to his full height, he ruffles Damian’s hair, which he protests too, and looks down at him. “Can you handle another hour, I think that would be more than enough. Once we’re out of here you and I can go to that 24hr diner we’ve been meaning to try.”

“Very well Grayson,” Damian relents in the end, “An hour and then we shall leave.”

Richard beams at him. “Great, I’ll come find you soon okay.”

Damian watches his brother wander off into the crowd and debates on what he could do for an hour. Could there be a way for Damian to keep the attention off Richard until they leave? It’s not like he can just stay by his side for the rest of the night to get the job done, that would also mean Damian himself would have to mix with those people and he would like to avoid that if he can.

Looking around the hall Damian spots something that could help him achieve his goal. An old Bosendorfer Imperial grand piano sits tucked away in the far corner. Heading for the instrument Damian forms a plan in his mind, he knows this will draw attention to himself, he isn’t shy or conscious so that isn’t a problem, it would at least help take away some attention from Richard.

Damian gets the to piano and settles down at it, using his vast knowledge of the instrument he makes sure it’s set up right and tuned properly before settling down to start playing something classical. His time before moving in with his father hadn’t always been assassin training, he had been forced to learn other skills and qualities too. Playing a wide range of musical instruments had been one of them.

Damian plays easily, ignoring all of the eyes and attention he's gained. He plays expertly through several songs without missing a beat, dare he say he enjoys playing music, of course he’d prefer it to be in a more private setting but this will do for now.

Once he’s finished some unknown time later, he gets up and steps away from the instrument. Upon hearing an applause for his talent, Damian bows before darting off to the side. He avoids those who attempt to speak to him and immediately searches for Richard.

He finds him near the back of the hall standing next to a bored looking Todd and a mollified Drake. Damian walks over to them with his chin held up and sends them a challenging look, daring them to comment. Only Richard says something, which Damian had predicted he would, the man pulls him in for a hug and rests his head on top of his.

“That was amazing Little D! I didn’t know you could play like that, incredible!” The man gives him a squeeze before loosening the hold on him, he sends Damian a warm smile though there was now a knowing look in his eyes. “Also don’t think I didn’t know what you were attempting to do. As much as I would like to say it worked, it almost backfired because I had many people come up to me and gush about how talented you are.”

“Of course they did Grayson.” Damian says wittingly. “I was raised to be perfect, being able to play music instruments was expected.”

He receives a hum from Richard and a snort from both Todd and Drake. Not paying either of the other two any attention, Damian keeps his focus on Richard. “Can we leave now?”

Richard laughs and smiles. “Yeah lets get going. We can leave Bruce to the vultures, we’ve been here long enough.” He turns to the others, “are you both coming with?”

Both Todd and Drake send him a ‘of course, what kind of question is that?’ look before nodding.

“Alright then, lets get going.” Richard pushes Damian in front of him, guiding the way with a hand on his back while the other two trail behind them without a word. 

---- Tim and Damian ----

He doesn’t bother trying to hide how annoyed he is. Tim doesn’t care how childish he sounds whining about the unfairness of the situation he’s being forced into.

“Why can’t someone else do it?”

“Everyone else is busy and you happen to be the closest.” Came the no nonsense reply.

Tim glares at his phone from where it’s in the holder on his dashboard. “I’m busy too y’know. I have more important things to do other than picking up the demon spawn from school.”

A heavy sigh could be heard from the other side of the line. “Don’t call him that. And you’re not busy. Don’t tell me you are when we both you don’t have any plans today Tim.”

Tim throws his head back dramatically and hits the headrest with a thump. “Bruce!”

“It won’t kill you to pick Damian up from school one time Tim. Now I have to go, I’ll you see tonight.”

With a petty act of defiance Tim hangs up without another word. His day was going perfectly fine until Bruce called asking – demanding – him to pick Damian up from school. While Bruce has a point in saying he doesn’t have any plans that day and that he is currently the closet to Damian’s school, he’s actually only a few blocks away right now, that doesn’t mean Tim should do it. Damian isn’t his kid, he shouldn’t be expected to run around after the brat.

Tim sulks in his car for several moments finding the situation unfair and uncalled for. Eventually, after around ten minutes, he starts the engine up and makes his way towards Damian’s school.

When Tim finally finds a parking space among the masses of vehicles everywhere, students were flooding the street. Tim glares out of the window, eyes scanning the for the demon brat amongst the crowd. The sooner he drops Damian home, the better.

After about 10 minutes of looking and waiting Tim finally spots the kid walking out of the gate. At first he didn’t even realise it was Damian because the kid was walking and talking to someone else at the same time, it’s like they were good buddies having a genuine chat and it threw Tim off for a moment. Not to sound harsh but Tim didn’t know Damian even had any friends (other than Jon but he doesn’t count). This is a surprise.

Now he's spotted him, Tim opens the door up and climbs out of the car, leaning against the door he waves with one hand in attempts to get the kid’s attention. After a moment it works and Tim sees the various of expressions Damian wears upon spotting him. Damian firstly looks confused and then surprised which is followed quickly by an annoyed scowl showing his displeasure of having Tim pick him up today.

Tim impatiently waits for Damian to make his way over to him, the kid seeming to take his time about it all as he goes back to conversing with his friend. They share words for a few minutes before the two of them finally reach Tim and not wanting to waste any more time Tim is pretty blunt during the greeting. “C’mon Damian let’s go. I have places to be and I need to drop you off at the Manor first.”

While scowling, Damian doesn’t miss a beat in responding to him. “No need Timothy, for as today I am going with Williams here, we’ll spend the afternoon catching up with work.”

Tim narrows his eyes at the kid, a suspicious feeling already building up inside his gut. Something feels wrong about that idea. His eyes flicker over to his friend who looks decent enough, little taller than Damian, blonde hair that’s combed back, a laptop bag hanging from one shoulder. Tim focuses his attention back on his brother.

“Does Bruce know about your plans?” If Bruce knows, which Tim has a strong feeling that he doesn’t, then he’ll let it slide.

Damian bristles at the question. “Father doesn’t need to know my every movement. I am old enough to look after myself and I don’t need someone constantly watching me.”

Well there’s his answer. “Damian you should tell Bruce what you’re planning on doing, he needs to know where you are.”

“Hey, he doesn’t need to do anything.” Damian’s friend speaks up for the first time, sounding rather aggressive towards Tim. “He doesn’t need to ask for daddy’s permission for every little thing he wants to do in his life.”

Tim glares at the kid, feeling somewhat affronted with his behaviour. “He’s eleven, and despite what he thinks, his dad should know where he’s at least going and whom with.” Tim turns back to Damian. “You either tell Bruce about this or I’ll drag you back to the Manor right now myself.”

“Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to control you because he’s older.” His friend comments with a sneer.

Tim grits his teeth and refrains from punching the kid. It really wouldn’t look good if Tim punched a kid almost half his age.

Damian looks between them for a moment and Tim sees the briefest amount of hesitation in his expression before his ominous friend pipes up again.

“Damian we can go back to mine and be away from anyone else, without any orders being demanded from us. We can get started on that art project completely undisturbed as well.”

The more this kid talks the more Tim hates him. He's come to the conclusion that he doesn’t want Damian going anywhere with him.

Damian, however, seems to have different ideas. The kid straightens up and meets Tim’s glare head on, challenging him with his own. “Goodbye Timothy. Lead the way Williams.”

Tim stares gobsmacked as the two of them walk away from him. He’s too surprised to act immediately and grab Damian’s arm to stop him from going anywhere. Looking around Tim still finds the street crowded with kids and families, unless he wants to make a scene in front of all these people Tim’s going to have to be more discrete on how he’s going to get Damian away from his new friend.

As they walk away Tim hovers by his car making sure to keep his on his brother’s retreating back through the crowd and makes a note of where he's headed. He really ought to speak to Bruce about this but Tim wants to get more information about what’s happening first. He doesn’t want to unnecessarily worry Bruce for nothing.

It doesn’t escape Tim’s notice how the two of them walk further and further away from the school and how they head towards the less populated areas of the street. It wasn’t until they get near the end of the street when Tim spots two men walking not far behind them.

Normally Tim would have looked over them as their appearance doesn’t make them stand out for any reason. They’re each wearing jeans and jackets and look like they’re casually conversing with one another, however since Tim’s already on high alert he’s zeroed in and dubbed them as suspicious immediately.

The boys take a right and disappear off the street, the men follow not long afterwards. That’s when Tim finally moves. Abandoning his car Tim moves in the direction the others went, moving at a fast paced walk in order to not raise suspicion on his part.

He makes it to the end of the street in quick time and turns right without a second thought, from here he needs to work out in what direction they all went in. Slowing down his pace Tim observes the street as he walks along it, taking in the high standing buildings, the flurry of people along the sidewalks and the vehicles bustling down the road.

What worries Tim is that he couldn’t see any of them in his sight up ahead. The street is long but yet he couldn’t see them within his sights, that could mean they’ve already either entered a vehicle, gone into a building or have already taken another turn onto a different street.

Tim continues walking down the path keeping an eye on all of his surroundings. It wasn’t until he passes two women gossiping between themselves that he gets the biggest clue to their whereabouts.

“Do you not think that seemed suspicious? The two boys and men?”

“Sharon you’re being to paranoid! Not everything is like all of those kidnapping documentaries you watch you know.”

“It doesn’t feel right with the way the men followed those boys into the alley next to the bakery.”

That’s all Tim heard of their conversation before they got too far away to hear the rest, and honestly that’s all Tim needed to hear. Once he heard the location – thank you random lady – he’s sprinting down the street no longer caring about what he looks like.  

Tim rushes to the nearest bakery and sure enough a small narrow alley could be found next to it. He almost passes it with how fast he's running but he’s able to stop himself by grabbing hold of the edge of the building and forcing his body to stop. He instantly turns around and takes off down the alleyway. It’s grubby and grimy as one would expect but not seeing the boys he runs until he reaches the other end.

Tim only slows down when he exits the alleyway and into another back alley that’s hidden away between various of buildings. Just as he’s debating on what direction to go in a yell from his left gets his attention and Tim doesn’t hesitate to run in that direction.

He comes around a corner and finds a scuffle happening. His heart drops when he finds it to be Damian struggling between the two men that had been following behind him and his friend.

A quick survey of the area shows Tim a car parked to the side with the trunk door wide open, Damian’s school friend is leaning against the car watching the scuffle with boredom and Damian himself is struggling and curses as he tries to break out of the men’s grip before they could shove him into the boot.

Tim doesn’t think about what he's doing. He launches himself at the closet man, taking him by surprise. The man lets go of Damian in order to deal with Tim but before he could so much as to raise a fist Tim is knocking him out cold with a couple quickfire punches to the stomach and head.

He drops like a sack of potatoes to the ground and Tim instantly turns to the other guy who still had Damian in his grasp. Wrenching Damian out of his grip, Tim pushes the kid behind him and quickly disposes of the man like he had done with his friend.

Once they were down Tim turns his attention to the school kid who is now staring at him like he’s a deer caught in headlights. Tim glares at him. “Get in that car and do not move.”

The kid scrambles to obey the order and once he’s inside the vehicle Tim quickly searches for the keys to the car. Finding them in the ignition Tim takes them out, shuts the doors and locks the car with the kid still inside it.

Once that was all done he finally turns his attention to Damian. The kid’s now moved and is slumped against the wall, his freighted expression making him appear the age he actually is. The look makes Tim’s heart ache. It’s so unusual to see that expression on Damian, what occurred and what almost happened has clearly shaken the kid.

Tim drops down into a crouch before his brother and makes eye contact with him. “Hey,” he says it gently but firmly to make sure he’s got his attention, “I’m going to call this in, then I’m going to call Bruce tell him what happened and then we’re going to head home alright.”

Damian doesn’t answer him but he nods. Clearly, for once, he’s happy to let Tim take the lead without any protests. Tim stands up and puts a grounding hand on Damian’s shoulder, reminding the kid he's there.

Just as Tim lifts the phone up to dial Damian mutters quietly, “thank you Timothy.”

Tim smiles tightly and squeezes his shoulder. He then sends a hard glare at the car. “I knew there was a reason why I didn’t like that kid.”

---- Jason and Tim  ----

Whistling to himself as he walks, Jason exits the vehicle bay and enters the control room of the Batcave.

He’s just come back from a short patrol, one of which consisted of errands more than anything else, such as things like checking on contacts, checking on his warehouses and restocking his armoury. Now that’s all completed his plan is to call it an early night and do absolutely nothing until the morning.

At least that had been his planned until yelling could be heard coming from across the cave. With his curiosity getting the better of him, Jason allows the noise to be his guide through the cave until he comes across those behind said yelling.

It surprises him yet doesn’t when he finds it to be Tim and Bruce. Stopping where he's stood, across from the bat computer with his helmet hanging from one hand and the other now resting in his jacket pocket, Jason watches the screaming match unfold. Getting involved now would do no one any good and Jason doesn’t want to be pulled into the mix if he can help it.

Jason had picked up on a tension between Bruce and Tim over the last week, he doesn’t know what’s going on between them or what triggered it all off but he guesses this must finally be the explosion that’s been brewing the whole time. None of the others have said anything about it so Jason figures whatever it is it’s just between the two of them, it may be a personal thing or it could be a work related thing, he’s not sure.

“I’m going!” Tim screams the sentence at Bruce like it’s a final statement. The kid then turns and begins to storm off in the direction of the vehicle bay, coincidentally right towards where Jason is standing.

Bruce’s voices bellows out after him. “Don’t you dare. If you leave the cave I’ll-”

Tim abruptly turns on the spot and glares at Bruce challengingly. “You’ll what? Ground me? Bench me for a month? You don’t control me anymore Bruce, you don’t get to say shit about what I do.”

Tim doesn’t wait for Bruce to respond as he spins on his heel and continues to head towards the vehicle bay. When he passes Jason the kid doesn’t even spare him a glance as he marches past and Jason doesn’t feel inclined to stop him.

As Tim disappears Jason turns and looks at Bruce, like Tim the man doesn’t spare him a glance, and he waits in silence for the man to comment about what just happened. The atmosphere around them is now thick and full of a tense silence and even though the anger isn’t aimed at Jason (for once) he feels suffocated by it. The silence is only broken when the echo of a motorbike engine revving happens followed by it speeding off and out of the cave.

Once the noise has faded Jason takes matters into his own hands and approaches Bruce, who is now sat at the computer, with a questioning look. “What was all that about? Why were you and Tim screaming at one another?”

There’s a long pause after he’s asked his question and it goes on long enough for Jason to think that Bruce is ignoring him. Several more beats pass by before Jason accepts he’s not getting an answer anytime soon.

Sighing he turns around and as he walks away he pointedly says over his shoulder, “I guess I’ll go and make sure the kid doesn’t do something stupid.”

When that comment still doesn’t get him a response Jason rolls his eyes. Typical Bruce. Leaving his birds all alone after an argument and allowing them to run off to do who knows what. That’s what could end up getting them killed, not that Jason would know, of course not.

Climbing on his bike Jason puts on his helmet and starts the engine up before zooming out of the cave with the plan to go after his current wayward brother.

---------

Running and jumping over rooftops Jason follows Tim from a distance. He doesn’t try to hide the fact he’s following Tim but he doesn’t make it obvious either. At the moment all it seems to be is Tim running across the city doing a normal patrol, just with a little more frustration than normal.

After an hour or so of Jason following Tim, it seems like the kid’s had enough of his shadow. Jason observes as Tim comes to a stop on a high rooftop with a clear intention of not continuing on. Not knowing what he’s doing, Jason finds a perch on a building adjacent to Tim and watches his brother carefully. It isn’t long until his comm is crackling in his ear and Tim’s voice filters through.

“Knock it off.” Tim demands venomously.

“Knock what off?” Jason questions innocently.

On the rooftop in front of him he watches as Tim slowly pivots on the spot, clearly observing his surroundings. His brother comes to a stop when he finally spots Jason on top of the nearby building.

“I don’t need a babysitter. I don’t give a shit what B has asked you to do or what he’s bribed you with to do it. Now fuck off and leave me alone.”

“No can do baby bird. You’re not at your best right now so I’m going to keep an eye on you.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not a child, I don’t need to be treated like one.”

“Your current behaviour says otherwise.”

A sarcastic laugh comes across the line. “Oh that’s rich coming from you. Fuck off Hood. Unlike you, not all of us lose our heads when angry.”

Jason narrows his eyes but lets the jab go over his head.

“Or perhaps I should lose my head? I could go on a killing a spree, that would really rile B up wouldn’t it? Or, or, I could go and find an exploding warehouse! Go get myself killed because that’s what you did didn’t you Hood? So pissed at daddy you ran off and died because of it? I’m not you, I don’t need to be looked after.”

Despite the distance currently between them the silence weighs a ton and the atmosphere feels like it’s suffocating him. Through his helmet Jason glares at Tim on the rooftop, he could feel his heart pounding inside his chest and he could feel rage building up inside of him at Tim’s words. Whether Tim meant them or not, the words stung. All of that is the past and in a completely different context to now, and also that’s not what happened, Tim knows this so Jason isn’t entirely sure why he said it.

It takes all of Jason’s willpower to not verbally lash out at Tim. He’s better than that, despite how much he wants too he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him. Instead he takes a deep breath and continues watching Tim, not saying anything in response.

Tim must take his silence as some sort of answer because Jason watches as he turns around and runs off the roof onto the next. Giving it time Jason waits for a moment before following once again.

In the end it is a good thing he followed Tim because the kid gets himself into a situation he can’t handle alone. Jason almost jumps in immediately but he stops himself. Watching from the roof above the alleyway Tim is in, he holds back from interfering because he wants Tim to face it on his own for a moment, for Tim to face consequences of his actions of running out and patrolling while angry.

A couple minutes later Tim is almost swarmed by the thugs he’s fighting. Jason stands up getting ready to jump in when his comm comes to life.

“Hood, please.” Tim's voices filters through, he sounds out of breath and desperate. “I’m sorry, please help me.”

Jason doesn’t wait another second before jumping into the fray of things.

Within minutes the thugs are dealt with and are all left unconscious on the floor. Even after the fight, the silence from earlier lingers in the air between them, it’s awkward and uncomfortable and Jason isn’t entirely sure on how to break it. While he isn’t happy with Tim, he's not holding it against the kid. He just hopes Tim realises what he did and knows it’s wrong.

The sound of a hiss breaks Jason out of his thoughts. He turns around and finds Tim prodding at his forearm with a pained grimace on his face.

“They get you?” Jason questions with concern.

Tim looks up at him and Jason could tell he was thinking of lying about it, eventually though a defeated sigh passes through his lips and Tim hangs his head. “Yeah. A knife scratched my forearm, pretty sure I’ve pulled something in my leg too.”

Jason hums thoughtfully. After a moment of consideration he makes a decision. “Right this is what we’re going to do,” he starts and gets Tim’s attention, “we’re gonna clean this mess up and then we’re going to head to one of my safehouses nearby where I’m going to patch you up and call it a night. We’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.”

By now Tim knows better than to protest. The kid nods his head and it suddenly strikes Jason how young he looks. Jason shakes off those thoughts, not wanting to think about it. Tim’s words earlier are still floating around at the forefront of his mind and he really would rather forget all about it.

As if reading his mind Tim pipes up, his voice sounding the most timid it has been all night. “Hood I’m sorry. I was out of line for what I said earlier. I want to blame it on the anger but I did say those things with the intention of hurting you because I was angry, that still isn’t an excuse though.”

Jason stays silent, not knowing how to respond to Tim’s apology. He’s grateful he's wearing his helmet that covers his expression.

“I don’t expect forgiveness for that. I do, however, also want to say thank you for helping here when you didn’t have to, you could have quite easily left it all to me and I would have handled it but with a fair amount of struggle.”

Figuring that’s good enough for now, Jason strolls over to where Tim is standing and throws an arm around the kid’s shoulder and gives him a rough noogie. Tim squawks at the action and tries to push him away without any results. Jason laughs and after a minute finally lets him go. After that the two get down to business and finish the night off in a lighter mood than what they started it off with.

---- Dick and Jason ----

It’s a pure coincidence he even sees him. As he was heading back to his car, parked on a fairly busy street, Dick spots a familiar figure walking by on the other side of the road. Pausing in his tracks, Dick blinks and watches the figure as they continue on completely oblivious to his staring.

When the person turns their head to glance around at the surroundings, Dick gets conformation that it’s Jason of all people. He doesn’t seem to notice Dick in his observations and continues to walk to the end of the road, however instead of crossing the road like Dick had expected him too, he takes a left turn and heads into the bar that’s located on the corner there instead.

Dick curiously stares at the bar. There’s nothing special about the place that he can think of, it’s not anywhere significant and really he couldn’t think of why Jason would be visiting a place like that at this time of day. It’s late afternoon on a Tuesday, so why on earth is he going to a bar now? That's not mentioning it’s his night to patrol as well.

Then again, Dick quickly rectifies himself, it isn’t any of his business. He’s not Jason’s handler, he doesn’t have to know what he does with his time. Maybe Jason is meeting up with an old friend? For all he knows it could be Roy. Perhaps he’s on a date? Maybe he’s there on business, which is unlikely as he's currently a civilian and not Red Hood.

Whatever it is, it’s not Dick’s business, so really Dick should just go to his car like he had been doing and pretend he never saw Jason to begin with.

Dick doesn’t even make it five steps towards his car. Before he knows it he’s crossing the road and heading towards the bar because his curiosity has gotten the better of him and he needs – wants – to know what Jason is doing.

When Dick enters the bar he’s hit with the strong smell of smoke, booze and sweat. It makes him cringe but he deals with it as he walks in further. It’s a relatively big space, tables and chairs are scattered around, a few pool tables here and there and there’s plenty of customers milling about the place.

Surprisingly Dick finds his brother easily enough. Jason is sat at the bar currently being served by the middle aged bartender. Not wasting any more time Dick strolls over and casually sits down in the empty chair next to Jason.

At his sudden presence Jason jerks and turns to look at him. To begin with his expression is one of a mixture of surprise and interest but as soon as he recognises Dick a scowl paired with a glare is firmly put in place.

Dick flashes his brother a grin that is too big to be real and with fake cheerfulness he greets him, “Hey Jay, fancy seeing you here!”

Jason glares at him for several long moments, his eyes narrow threateningly and his lips press into a thin line. Dick laughs to himself, he wonders how much Jason is cursing his existence right now? Eventually Jason turns away from him, facing forwards once again, and grabs his drink to bring it up to his lips. “Fuck off dickhead.” He swears before taking a sip.

“I dunno, you seem pretty lonely here, how ‘bout I keep you company?” Dick says, he is of course fishing for information just without saying it. He wants to know what his brother is up to.

Placing his drink back down on the bar Jason gives him the stink eye. “Well it’s a good thing I won’t be alone for much longer, I’m meeting someone in a minute so if you would ever be so kind and fuck off that would be great. Thanks.”

“Who you meeting?”

“Someone.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Well that’s the one you’re getting. Now go away.”

“Is it a special someone?” Dick asks with a suggestive smirk.

Jason continues to glares at him. “No.”

Dick hums in acknowledgement. “Okay. How about I wait here until they arrive?”

“Absolutely not.” Jason snaps. He takes a deep breath and lets it out as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “They won’t speak to me if you’re here. Now piss off.”

At his brother’s dark look, Dick decides to finally relent. Despite his teasing and his want for answers, he knows when enough is enough. “Okay….” Dick drawls out standing up, “if you need any help with anything give me a call.”

“I won’t,” Jason retorts back instantly, though not as harsh as he previously has been, “if I see you around here I will shoot you.”

As he walks away from Jason he throws, “Love you too brother,” over his shoulder and exits the bar.

After that Dick heads back to his car and this time makes it inside the vehicle, however that’s as far as he gets. Once he’s there his mind starts reeling about Jason and the worry creeps in. Who is Jason meeting? Why is he meeting them?

Dick is well aware that Jason is a full grown man who can look after himself but he can’t help but worry about him. He didn’t do the greatest job of being a brother to him when they were younger, if he could go back in time he would change that but unfortunately he can’t, what he can do though is try and be there for him now.

Instead of starting the car up Dick decides to do a mini stake-out there in the street. He’ll wait to see Jason leave the bar safe and sound before going home. He’s parked on the street but there are plenty of other vehicles around to help hide him, also people in Gotham don’t ask questions to things that aren’t their business so Dick knows he’s not going to be bothered any time soon.

It’s a few hours later when Jason emerges from the bar again. Dick straightens up in his seat, places his phone down and watches from his car as Jason begins making his way down the street.

His brother seems to be in a foul mood. As well as the scowl he's wearing, Dick could tell by his body language, his shoulders were held back tightly, his hands were clenched into fists at his sides and his strides were long, quick and meaningful.

Movement behind Jason gets his attention. Following closely behind his brother was a man, maybe around his thirties, dressed in a V-neck t-shirt paired with a blazer and fitted trousers. Dick observes them as they make their way down the street, he could see their mouths moving but Dick was too far away to make out anything they were saying.

Jason is clearly done with the guy (Dick assumes this is who Jason met with) as he’s trying to get away from him and probably shouting profanities at him as he storms down the street. Dick is left wondering what to do, does he go after Jason to help him get away or does he allow Jason to handle it himself. He trusts Jason of course but there’s something about this other guy that’s putting him on edge and Dick doesn’t like it.

Jason soon disappears around a corner and into an alley between the buildings, Dick watches him disappear and then as the stranger follows behind his brother. Definitely not liking the fact he can’t see them anymore, Dick makes the decision to finally follow them, screw what Jason says, he needs to know his brother is fine.

As he approaches the alley, sounds coming from within grow in volume. There’s a mixture of grunts, bangs and cursing going on. Dick didn’t know what to expect when he reached the corner but when he peeks around the wall it’s too find Jason in the middle of a fist fight with three other guys.

Dick stares for a moment, captivated by the way his brother holds his ground. He notices how there’s a difference between the way Jason fights as the Red Hood and then as Jason Todd. As his vigilante persona Jason fights with precision (and guns) and well trained skills, however as Jason Todd his technique is scrappier and more street like.

Jason beats one of the guys down to the ground, where he then stays unmoving, before the other two descend upon him, they force him back into the wall of the alley way and start beating the daylights out of him.

Seeing Jason receive punch after punch and not throw any back in return, Dick finally decides to step in. He charges down the alley, using the element of surprise to tackle one of the men away from Jason. They crash to the ground, rolling a few times before it ends up with Dick on top. Not giving the man a chance to react he delivers a couple quick punches and a precise nerve strike to knock him out.

When he’s done he spins around just in time to witness Jason delivering one last blow to the other guy, he man stumbles for a moment before collapsing in a heap on the ground. Silence falls upon them and Dick takes a moment to survey the scene around them, three unconscious men on the floor, one of which being the guy who originally followed Jason and who was the first to be knocked out. Then there’s the two of them still in their civvies and Jason is leaning heavily against the wall breathing deeply.

Without a word Dick straightens up and makes his way over to his brother, ignoring the heated glare being sent his way Dick moves one of Jason’s arms around his shoulders and presses in close to him so he can take his weight. Once situated Dick leads them away from the wall and out of the alley.

“I didn’t need your help.” Jason mumbles a few steps later.

Dick snorts. “I knew there was something going on from the start.”

“So you stayed hovering around like a stalker? I thought that was Tim’s job.”

“I stayed because I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Jason makes a grumbling noise but otherwise doesn’t say anything. Dick shoots him a surprised look because he was honestly expecting more of a backlash from his brother, perhaps he's too tired to fight against him right now.

When they get to the car, Dick helps him climb inside before getting into the vehicle himself. As much as he would like to question Jason further about what just occurred, he doesn’t, he stays silent and starts up the engine. As Dick drives them, he’s heading towards his own safehouse, Jason is on his phone bedside him clearly wrapping up whatever business that was all about.

[woahajimes]

So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but it’s- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which they’re all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.

BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruce’s dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesn’t matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and there’s a cooler on top because it didn’t fit. 

and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so they’re like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesn’t really count because that’s where you put waterbottles and stuff). There’s a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and it’s a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (that’s more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).

THEN we have another seat that’s close to this one but facing the opposite way but it’s only THREE seats so there’s a space for the next row of three seats and then there’s the back one that’s four again.

In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted. 

and continuing with my story, it’s Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then... 

disaster. 

Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well. 

and then there’s the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, they’re all screaming in the back and they’re throwing towels around and there’s an “OW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!” and a “THAT’S MINE!” and so many other things because. the back of the bus, it’s cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldn’t work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)

Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim ‘has no friends’ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that he’s calling them right this instant. And bruce doesn’t even have a chance to yell at them, because now there’s a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and he’s like practically banging the glass and waving and they can’t hear him but he’s like “HEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!” and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet don’t reach. 

Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (i’m like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Tim’s back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebody’s knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van. 

And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he can’t use his powers so he’s literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like “BRUCE STOP THE VAN!” and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bart’s still laughing, and he’s practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and they’re squished together and bart’s just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so he’s the furthest from babs as possible because he’s actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes “who doesn’t have friends, huh?”, and Jason goes ‘pfft’ and he calls roy but he’s spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, “but wasn’t this a family trip? what do you need me for?”, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes “RED HER SAID NO. BYE” so Jason slumps and it’s quiet for a second when steph goes “is that GUM IN MY HAIR”. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a ‘things that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)

and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and there’s a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyone’s pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to ‘extreme measures’ and cut it so now steph’s hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it “to make it even” but then Alfred was like “you’re all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefully” and then nobody did anything and there’s literally a ziploc bag with steph’s strand of hair (damian didn’t even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag). 

As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. It’s alfred that rents a tent and then Damian’s chasing duke into a random restaurant’s changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper that’s dragging steph that’s dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesn’t  have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and it’s like OH MAN and they can’t run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and They’ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like we’re imagining completely different things- it’s this but much more people and there’s a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing it’s just promo for an actual shop they don’t tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and It’s literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, it’s not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and she’s yelling something Tim can’t understand and then Steph points at her bag (that tim’s carrying) and she screams something like “SAND! HOT!” and then she’s like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but she’s got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jason’s aready in the tent with a coconut. 

And if you haven’t thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you don’t have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that: 

It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)

Damian tried coconut water, didn’t like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what it’s called but it’s edible i swear)

Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen

Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)

Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (here’s a picture) and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the end 

Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfish 

Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass cool 

They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i don’t think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)

dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason

bart was pissy because he couldn’t go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLY  a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)

the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water

,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....

tim made a sand castle

in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff

first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).

second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.

third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bart’s shoulders and that’s easy peasy because i mean, bart’s not WEAK, but he’s not TALL either and it’s not like Kon weighs a feather and they’re on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest

Now there’s two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someone’s gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)

There’s music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. It’s not his beach. 

THIS IS REALLY JUST A SCREAM POST SORRY IT’S NOT WHAT YOU GUYS SIGNED UP FOR BUT TAGLIST ANYWAYS: @red-hood-redemption @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @catxsnow @thesporklecat @thesesickfics-justmakemesick @hauntingsonofrobin anddd i think i forgot someone sorry 

[bigskydreaming]

Another reason why Dick and Jason as Cain and Abel 2.0 is the Siberian tundra of hot takes for me, is while you will always be able to find some instances of shitty dynamics between any two characters as old and established as they are, the TRULY most-often repeating pattern of these two is IMO the following:

- Dick, even when estranged from Bruce and in his own words having not heard from him in seventeen months when he first meets Jason post-Crisis, and thus even when he is very much not secure in viewing Bruce as family and Jason as family by extension of that....Dick still reaches out to extend an offer of brotherhood and support to Jason, making it about their connection through Robin, rather than any connection through Bruce. He doesn’t impose, he doesn’t pressure, he doesn’t make it an obligation....he simply puts it out there, says I’m here for you if you want me to be, and that’s that.

- Jason, even when estranged from Bruce and not having interacted with a single Batfam member in over a year post UTRH, and thus even when he is very much not secure in viewing Bruce as family and Dick as family by extension of that, due to Bruce’s actions at the end of UTRH and how that was perceived by Jason.....Jason still reaches out to Dick in New York, in an admittedly weird and shitty storyline that’s wtf in so many ways.....but in one specific way affirms that they are still brothers. In a lot of ways, Brothers in Blood can be seen as Jason deliberately antagonizing Dick, pushing all his buttons in ways only someone who really knows him would know how to do, as if seeing how far he can push Dick.....not unlike how Jason essentially tested Bruce in UTRH, when attempting to determine or feel convinced that Bruce actually loved him. 

And Dick responded to antagonization with antagonism, he was pissed, he was upset, he didn’t make any attempt to pretend otherwise with Jason or soften just how much Jason was getting to him....but at the end of the day, when Jason was in danger, Dick still came for him, and thus Jason still had his answer. And that’s why its significant that just like Dick first extended that offer of family when he didn’t have to, when it didn’t even seem to be there between him and Bruce, now it was Jason who first made mention of he and Dick being family after his return. Even though family didn’t seem to be there between him and Bruce anymore, he sought out Dick to see if - in his own words - they could still be family...and he felt he got his answer and it was yes. Thus he left Dick with a message saying just that, and didn’t wait around for a response, because he didn’t need one anymore than Dick had needed one that night on the rooftop when Jason was fifteen. It was about the offer. Not whether or not it was taken.

- But it was taken, because when even in the midst of the epically shitty Battle for the Cowl storyline in which most everyone was OOC in some way, particularly Jason, at the end of it all, it was Dick and Jason on top of a train, with Dick holding out his hand and begging for his brother to take it, to let him help him, no matter what he’d done or how much they disagreed. Despite everything else, at the end of the day Dick still reached out for Jason and said he was still there and always would be.

- And its all over the place elsewhere too.....its in how even in the New 52 when Jason and Bizarro and Artemis need help with a case, Jason reaches out to Dick for help and Dick comes, even if both of them grumble and gripe about it and snap at each other. Or how even pre-ADITF, its Jason sneaking out to help the Titans rescue Dick from the Church of Blood even though they didn’t go to Bruce for help. I hate so much about Grayson #12 and how the return from Spyral went down, but nevertheless, it was Jason who caught himself and made himself change his wording from his first instinct of calling Dick his brother, instead calling him ‘another Robin’.....again a declaration of family that Jason wasn’t making anywhere else to anyone else at that time. Etc, etc.

Dick has killed for this brother. Jason has let himself be vulnerable with this brother in ways he never is with anyone else, even after feeling rejected by everyone else. Both have named each other family and affirmed that they felt that way even when they currently didn’t feel that way or that connected to anyone else in their family. Both, in fact, tend to go out of their way to seek each other out and affirm that they’re still family precisely AT the specific times when Bruce isn’t a big presence in one or both of their lives, or even a presence at all.

These are two brothers who in my take have never been defined by “waah, Daddy loves you more than me” because they’re too often busy being defined by being brothers IN SPITE of Bruce. He was the catalyst for making them brothers, but he has never since then been a requisite for them being brothers, or their brotherhood conditional on where they stood with Bruce or anyone else.  

Apart from one or two specific stories, usually taken wildly out of context and embellished to extremes, Dick and Jason’s history across decades has been of establishing the precedent that no matter what happens between them or with the rest of the family or how long its been, one of them will ultimately always reach out to the other and in turn the other will always reach back. They’ve proven time and again that it doesn’t matter how mad they make each other or how pissed off they are about something the other did or how much they don’t agree with what the other is doing, they will still come every single time the other asks them to, and there’s nothing the other can do that will ever result in them turning their back on them and not running to their rescue when they know the other is in danger.

Cuz, y’know.

They’re brothers.

RIP to Cain and Abel, but Dick and Jason are different.

[magnetoeisenhardt]

It’s actually interesting because Cass and Dick can only recently be argued to have a sibling relationship. I think Cass not having a sibling relationship with Dick (or any other Batfam character) is tied to the consistent mistreatment of Cass. DC has no interest in promoting her, so she doesn’t appear in other bat books as anything other than a cameo. Cass’ father daughter-relationship with Bruce was kept separate from her interactions with his other kids.

Pre New-52, Cass’ interactions with Dick were pretty solidly characterized through her mother-daughter relationship with Babs, with Dick being “Mom’s boyfriend”. When Cass infamously kicks Dick through a window, it’s because he “hurt” her mom. While she appears in crossover events, like Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive (the best batfam event since No Man’s Land), she doesn’t have many one on one interactions with Dick. Even in her (very few) appearances in Nightwing, they don’t really do any emotional bonding. She shows up, she kicks the crap out of Deathstroke, she leaves.

During this era, both Cass and Dick have very close relationships with Tim. I bring this up to contextualize Cass’ role in the batfam at the time. Dick is definitely Tim’s older brother, despite Tim, like Cass, then not being adopted by Bruce. Tim admires Dick in the same way someone might admire a mostly absent older brother. Tim wasn’t around to witness the fall out between Dick and Bruce, and maintains a really high opinion of both of them. His optimism actually helps Bruce and Dick to reconcile, even as Tim grows more jaded with Bruce himself. On the lighter side, Tim and Dick tease each other and play pranks, culminating in the infamous glue trap panel, where Dick is so tired of Time making fun of him for how easy it is to break into Dick’s apartment, that Dick installs a giant glue trap Tim gets caught in.

While Cass and Tim grow very close after they’re both banished to Bludhaven after War Games (one of the worst Batfam events of all time), there are moments that render a sibling reading nonsensical. Cass has a nightmare hallucination where Tim calls her sexy. Characters joke about how the two of them are dating. During the worst Cass arc of all time, a mind controlled Cass sexually assaults him. Cass being Tim’s love interest is deliberately left on the table, and giving her a clearly sibling role with him would remove that.

I think a lot of this was because, as Batgirl, she was supposed to echo Babs, a character who tends to get written off as “Robin’s girlfriend”. Babs has been romantically involved with Bruce (Bruce Timm’s “The Killing Joke” movie), Dick, Jason (the “Three Jokers” comic), Tim (The “Arkham” video games), and Luke Fox (the New 52 Batgirl and DC Bombshells comics). Robin/Batgirl are an iconic couple (despite Babs and Dick not getting together until after he was Robin), and DC didn’t want to take that off the table with Cass. For example, in a move that somehow manages to be worse than Babs/Tim, the Harley Quinn show has Cass as the love interest for Damian (despite this show coming out post 2008, with Cass and Damian actually being siblings).

In the post Rebirth era (since Cass didn’t exist during the New 52) Cass is still kept separate from the larger Batfam. Her introduction back into comics features Dick, Jason, and Tim, but she is written with so much ableism she isn’t a character and they don’t have relationships. Later, in Tynion’s Detective Comics run, she gets to interact with Tim, Jean-Paul, Luke, Clayface, and Kate. In the horrible Batgirls run, Cass gets to have a queerbaited romantic relationship with Steph, and a sibling relationship with Barbara. Wayne Family Adventures gives Cass a sibling relationship with every batboy, and restores her mother-daughter relationship with Barbara, but WFA has very little relationship to actual canon.

All this to say, I would love for Cass and Dick to have a sibling rivalry, but the fact that such a thing would be totally out of place in comics right now highlights just how terribly Cass has been treated as a character. She doesn’t get to have the complex relationships the batboys get to have with each other, because DC doesn’t care about her and has no interest in developing her relationships. It’s probably for the best that Spirit World is giving her an identity and relationships outside the batfam.

Cass and Dick deserve a sibling rivalry AT LEAST as petty as Tim and Damian but none of you are ready for that conversation.

[sleeping-lilies]

Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad” (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

[marisandini-chu-blog]

Is it just me? Or am I the only one who wants Red X to be in mainstream DC Comic because why the hell not?

For those who don't know, Red X is a villain-sometimes-anti-hero in the 00s Teen Titans Show. He's basically a thief with a code of honor. Likes to screw with the Titans, especially Robin. And generally a sarcastic little shit. The most compelling thing about his character is the fact his identity was never clued in, much less revealed.

I love him.

And I want a story about him sooo bad.

Heck, Harley Quinn is an animated-origin character who gets her own comic so why not Red X???

His background is basically non-existent so writers can do practically anything. Just... the potential we can have with him.

Think about the dynamic he and Robin would have. Any robin honestly.

With Dick, there's a potential to be the next Spidey-Deadpool dynamic. With Red X being less flirty but more sass.

With Jason, they'll either be best friends or mortal enemies. No in-between.

With Tim, I can see them being the bromance version of Batman-Catwoman dynamic. With Red X, subtly coaxing Tim to the dark side for the hell of it.

With Steph... they'll just be busy sassing each other out the whole time they're fighting.

With Damian, oh, Red X would have fun with taunting him. Red X will purposely seek him out to push his button. If he gets stab? It'd be worth it.

THERE'S JUST SO MANY POTENTIALS WHY IS HE NOT COMIC CANON?!?!

Additionally, I have headcanon that Red X actively avoids Bruce like the plague. Because he knows, deep down in his heart, that if he ever clues the Batman who he is behind the mask or get caught... he might get adopted.

He is aware of the batfam, and gets along with them, but in no way does he want to be part of their family insanity. And it can be an inside joke, if Red X ever has a comic, that the anti-hero is the batkid who got away. By way that fans want him to be in a batfam or expect him to, but the character actively avoids becoming a part of them despite their close yet love-hate interactions.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Still a Little Bit Yours (Part 2) - fic

Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, various Batfam Pairing: jondami Summary: If there was one thing the world needed to learn, it was that you don’t hurt those Jonathan Kent loves. A/N: This is just basic smoop sprinkled with angst. Bruce gave Cass and Duke special permission to be extra rough on those who kidnapped Damian/hurt them in the first place. Jon and Damian wake up to Bruce on the chair and like half the fam sleeping on the end of the bed. Damian gets so mad at them. Let him sleep with his boyfriend in peace, dammit! Jon ends up now never leaving the bed and basically becomes Damian’s personal pillow as his recovery continues.

Part One | Part Two

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That call. That was all they needed, it turned out. The call that shattered Jon’s whole world was the one thing that might help piece it back together.

Even though it’d been over a month, the Bat-tech was able to hone in on the signal easily, and they were in the air and on their way back to France within three hours of Jon and Tim’s arrival to the Batcave.

Bruce wasn’t thrilled. He’d told Jon to go home at least seven times, that they’d contact him when Damian was safe. But at this point, Jon couldn’t believe that, not when they didn’t tell him he was missing in the first place.

He was even less thrilled when Jon grabbed the Justice League communicator out of his hand and smashed it, when Bruce said he was going to call Clark to take him back to Metropolis.

“I’m not ten anymore, Bruce.” Jon reminded with a dark giddiness as he dropped the shattered pieces onto the table. “And Damian is my boyfriend.”

“Is he still?” Jason quipped from nearby, hooking guns to his holsters. Tim had caught them all up with Jon’s side of things. “I mean…you just spent the last month thinking you were broken up and getting over him, right?”

“As part of the family that went to Apokolips to collect his dead body and resurrect him, I don’t think I have to tell you, Jason.” Jon grinned widely. “You don’t just get over Damian Wayne.”

Jason thought a moment, then snorted a laugh and clapped a hand on Jon’s shoulder.

“Okay. I get why he fell in love with Boy Scout Jr. now.” He chuckled.

“…For what it’s worth.” Jon added sheepishly, though, as Jason moved away, and Cassandra and Stephanie approached, moving towards their jet. “…Even if the breakup was real, I…I still wasn’t coping very well with it.”

The women both just smiled knowingly, and Steph jumped up to ruffle at his hair. And for a moment, Jon remembered that, for as much as he missed Damian the last month, he missed seeing the other Bats almost as much.

Bruce grumbled the rest of the time they spent gathering supplies and weapons about how Jon shouldn’t be there, and he didn’t want him nor his help. It was eventually Dick and Duke who took Bruce to the side and had him see the light. Begrudgingly allow Jon to come along.

“On one condition.” Bruce demanded, stomping up to him near the jet’s door. It’d already been decided that Jon would fly alongside the plane. “You do not engage. This is still an open investigation, and I don’t need you accidentally destroying any evidence.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m only there for Damian anyway.” Jon returned just as gruffly. “You guys be offense, I’ll be defense and extraction. No problem.”

Bruce glared at him for a moment more before raising his cowl and disappearing into the ship. Dick sighed from nearby, following after.

“He’s just worried.” He promised. “About you and Damian. And after already losing Damian like this, the thought of what might happen to you, he…”

Dick trailed off, and Jon was suddenly reminded that he was a lot closer to fifty than thirty these days, and had already lost a lot. Had already lost Damian a lot. And, clearly, it never got easier. Not for Dick or Bruce, or anyone in their family.

“…He’s still alive, Dick.” Jon whispered with what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “I can still hear his heartbeat. He’s still here, just…waiting for us.”

Dick nodded absently, before he met Jon’s gaze and let his mask of cautious hope fall across his face. “Then let’s go get him, Jonno.”

The flight was long. Too long. And even alone outside the ship, Jon listened through the communicator as the Bats planned their attack, outlined the known schematics of the compound that they found, and any potential hidden areas they might have missed.

At least every ten minutes, Bruce was reminding Jon that he was to not get involved. That he was there for Damian’s defense and safety only.

Jon only rolled his eyes, muttered an exasperated, “Yes, sir.” And focus on the heartbeat that got closer every second.

(Closer…and slower. But he didn’t share that part with the rest of the rescue party.)

The compound wasn’t far from where Duke and Cassandra had been beaten and abandoned, but the reason they couldn’t find it afterwards was because it was underground, and seemingly cloaked with tech none of them had ever seen before.

“Alien?” Duke had asked as they neared it.

“Or bankrolled by some selfish rich fuck.” Jason countered. “We’ll find out if Bruce Wayne does a hostile takeover of any companies here in the next week or so, I bet.”

“Hm.” Bruce grunted. But it wasn’t a no, so they all shared one last pre-battle laugh anyway.

They circled the area for a moment, doing some last minute recognizance. “I hear at least twenty-five heartbeats besides Damian’s, Batman.” Jon called. He flicked to his x-ray vision. “And they’re spread between what looks like two rooms.”

“Evenly?” Tim asked.

“Mmm, it doesn’t look like it.” Jon decided. “Looks like a 70-30 split.”

“Damian?” Cassandra asked softly.

“Can’t tell for sure.” Jon scanned the space again, just in case. “One body looks like it could be him, and it’s in the room with less people.”

“Remember, Superman-” Bruce started, but Jon, suddenly out of patience, cut him off.

“I’m defense. You’re offense. I’m there to get Damian out and that’s it.” He rolled his eyes. “I know, Batman.” He curled his hands into fists. “Now are we just going to hover up here all day or are we finally going to go get him?”

There was a moment of silence. Then Bruce calmly, emotionlessly, stoically announced:

“On my mark.”

For as grouchy, bossy, and by-the-book Batman always acted – he was still just a big kid with big toys. And his mark wasn’t a word, but an action. And that action was turning the nose of the jet towards the ground, so he could crash land into the underground bunker of the freaks who’d kidnapped his son.

Jon grinned, and suddenly remembered why Batman was a lot of people’s favorite superhero.

He stayed off to the ship’s side, just in case. In case Bruce actually lost control of the ship, if any of the other Bats ended up hurt in the process. So he listened as the nose slammed into the earth for any screams of pain.

But all he heard was the screeching of metal, and the crashing of ceiling materials as the jet lodged itself into the roof of the compound. There were screams now, of surprise from the building’s inhabitants, and shouts for some to grab weapons.

One last shout from Stephanie as Bruce opened the cockpit, and the Bats began to file out like ants. “Oh fuck yeah, was that fun!”

Everyone was fine. Everyone was safe.

So time to do his job and find the one that wasn’t.

He dove through the lingering smoke, dodging bodies being thrown by the mini-army of vigilantes that had just arrived. Dodged weapons from the incoming henchmen as they raced into the room to help their colleagues.

Jon didn’t pay them much mind other than to notice that their clothing was a little off. There wasn’t any body armor or helmets. Just dark maroon robes, sashed belts. They almost looked like priests.

You know, if they weren’t running at him with guns and knives and…was that one carrying an unlidded jar of acid?

He didn’t care. The Bats could handle them.

He tried to remember what he saw with his x-ray vision as he weaved through the halls. Bruce had crashed into the room with the most people, so that stood to reason that the pseudo-priests Jon had seen were coming from the room with less people. The smaller room, the room where he thought Damian was.

Well, if those priests came from where Damian was, that was even less people to take out than he was originally planning.

He let Damian’s heartbeat guide him. And for a moment, he remembered when he listened for it after the ‘breakup.’ How he thought the slowness of it meant Damian was calm, relaxed.

God, how could he be so stupid? It didn’t mean he was calm. It meant he was fucking dying. How could Jon be so dense? How could he not notice?

He reached a closed door and could hear panicked voices behind it, could hear Damian’s heartbeat at the loudest it’d been so far.

The door didn’t stand a goddamn chance.

He recognized that Damian wasn’t near it, so kicked the door as hard as he could without a care. It practically disintegrated under the heel of his boot. He heard the other people in the room scream as they were showered with splinters but didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything else right now.

He let his heat vision take over his vision as he stepped into the room. There were three people in here, each holding crude weapons – a stick, a shattered bottle and a chair.

“Leave.” Jon ordered. The people cowered only slightly, but stood their ground. And Jon didn’t have time for that. “Or I’ll make you.”

They gave it one last moment to try and be brave, and any other time Jon might commend them for it. Try to talk them down, be more like his dad.

But this wasn’t any other time.

So he turned to the chair and used his heat vision to turn it to ash.

And that was enough. The other two dropped their weapons and held up their hands. Jon shifted out of the doorframe and watched them as they ran for safety.

He stared after them until they turned a corner, going away from the sanctuary Bruce and the others were in, a bonus of course, though he knew the Bats could have handled them. Then he quickly turned back, scanning the room.

It wasn’t a jail cell, or a dungeon. Just an empty, ugly, dark room. There was a table in the corner, and a TV that showed the field outside, acting almost like a window.

There was a closed curtain in the corner, that clearly hid an alcove of some sort. Damian’s heartbeat was coming from there.

Jon doesn’t know how he crossed the room. One second he was by the door, and the next he was at the curtain, slowly pulling it back. Did he float? Did he run? He didn’t know.

“Damian?” He whispered as he tugged the sheet away. “Can you hear…?”

The question died on his lips at the sight in front of him. It was Damian all right, half naked and huddled against the corner of this makeshift pantry. He was thin, so thin, like he hadn’t eaten in the month since he’d been taken. His hair was longer, past his ears, and dirty. The grease shone in the dim light.

There were bruises and cuts all over his body, some of them looked infected. His eyes were black and swollen, his lip split in multiple places. Dried blood caked along his nostrils.

But that might not have even been the worst part.

Though, really, was there just one single worst part? Were the heavy chains around Damian’s neck, wrists and ankles that latched him to the wall the worst part? Or was it the barrage of needle marks that twisted up his inner arms all the way up to his jaw?

Jon’s eyes filled with tears. But not from pain, like they usually did. Not from hurt or emotions.

From utter, blinding fury.

They did this to him. Those fucking fake priests that he’d just showed mercy to did this to him. To Damian. To the love of his fucking life.

He’d kill them. He’d go snap all their necks right now. Break every bone in each of their bodies and let them die slowly and painfully. Then burn them into ash and throw their remains in a dumpster.

He even felt himself take a step back, to do just that. But stopped when he heard Damian let out a wheezing exhale.

“Damian?” He asked again. Damian had never answered the first time. Was he even conscious? Was he aware of what was happening? He took the last few steps forward and kneeled, putting a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “D, can you hear me?”

Damian tensed at his touch and tried to jerk away, but just ended up bouncing his shoulder painfully against the stone wall behind him. When he looked up, his eyes looked almost feral, but them immediately softened as recognition took hold.

He blinked once. Twice. “…Jonathan?”

Jon swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded with a sad smile.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked, even as Jon shifted his hand from Damian’s shoulder to his face. Damian’s skin was cold. “They…” Damian’s eyes were suddenly angry. “If they’ve laid a hand on you, I swear I’ll-”

“Nothing of the sort.” Jon promised. “We’re here to get you out of here. Take you home.”

Damian blinked and slumped back. “We?”

“Your family.” Jon explained vaguely as he let his hand fall, run gently over a scab along Damian’s chest. “God, I’m so glad I found you.”

“…I’m sorry.” Damian murmured, and Jon looked up at him in confusion. “I…I lost track of the days some time ago, but you must have been worried sick. I’m sorry for causing you any distress.”

Jon’s stomach twirled in guilt. Because he wasn’t worried, not at all. And was now the time to say that? To say ‘Oh, no, I wasn’t worried, because it turns out the psychopaths who kidnapped you pretended to be you and broke up with me.’?

No. No it absolutely fucking wasn’t.

“…Nothing is your fault.” Jon decided on. He reached forward and grabbed the collar around Damian’s neck, snapping it with a quick jerk of his hands. He followed suite with the chains around his arms and legs too. “Can you walk? Your family is taking care of the others, my only job is to get you safe.”

“…I don’t know.” Damian hummed honestly, eyes fluttering slightly. “And I don’t know if my body is strong enough to try right now.”

Jon looked back up at him with another smile. Less sad this time, more genuine. Let it reach his eyes. “No problem.” He returned his hand to Damian’s face, gently pushed his long hair out of the way. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Damian as gently as he could, then pressed their foreheads together. “Jesus, I’m just…just so glad you’re alive.”

Damian scoffed a quiet laugh, and opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly there was a noise from the room behind them. They both looked back to see Batman storming in through the door.

“Superboy?” He asked as he stopped, glanced around Jon. “We…all good here? You found him?”

Jon squeezed Damian’s face just slightly before standing and turning back. “Yes, sir. Alive and well.”

Bruce nodded. “And the rest are taken care of. So let’s get the hell out of here.”

Jon nodded. “Can you help me get him up? I don’t think he can walk real well right now.”

Bruce seemed to hesitate, glancing past Jon’s shoulder again, but nodded, and took a step towards him.

And as soon as he was close, Jon grabbed the side of his head and slammed it through the closest wall.

“…That’s twice now you’ve gotten my name wrong.” Jon spit, looming over the man as he groaned in pain. “And that’s twice you’ve done a piss poor imitation of someone I care about.”

Batman looked up at Jon in confusion, borderline hurt. But then the eyes widened in realization, and instantly shifted from Bruce’s icy blue to a sickly yellow. “You.”

“Me.” Jon grinned wildly. “And I’ll admit it – you got me the first time. Because I had no idea what had happened, so of course, why wouldn’t I believe the phone call I was getting?”

Batman began to shift now, lose his muscle mass, his uniform began to change to a deep maroon.

“But then I was told the truth, and all the clues that didn’t make sense before suddenly began to piece together.” Jon hummed, picking the man up by his collar. He was much smaller than Bruce. Much thinner. Much older. “So when they said they were coming to kick your ass, I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He slammed the man into the wall again, but held him there. Used his other hand to grab the man’s throat.

“Why.” He hissed. “Tell me why.”

The man choked slightly, feet scrabbling for floor, hands grabbing at Jon’s. “Lazarus.” He wheezed. “He…he carries the waters of Lazarus in his blood. I saw it in his eyes. The green of his eyes. In the field. I knew.” A cough. “I knew it was fate that we found him. He was the one who was going to make us immortal.”

Jon’s eyes widened. The needle marks. The acid the other man was carrying from this room. Experiments, no doubt. To get the magical Lazarus waters out of Damian’s blood that they believed was there.

But Damian was stubborn, and probably put up a fight. So they beat him into submission, tortured him, stabbed him with needles to drain him dry. But they couldn’t kill him, oh no. Because if Damian died they’d lose their chance at the power of the Lazarus Pit.

They were using him, like he was no more than a thing.

Jon’s nostrils flared. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you bastard.”

“…Beloved.” Damian whispered, and Jon found himself turning towards him without thinking. Damian looked tired, still slumped against that wall, head leaning against the stone. “Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “Just…leave him for Batman.”

Batman’s demands came rushing back. They were offense. Jon was defense.

Jon’s only job was to get Damian safe.

Silently, Jon nodded, but instead of dropping the man, gave himself one last piece of revenge, and threw the man across the room into the table and fake-window TV. The man gave a low moan, and it sounded like music to Jon’s ears as he walked back over to Damian, and gathered him into his arms.

Damian didn’t complain about being held, didn’t complain about being coddled. Just wrapped an arm around Jon’s neck and leaned against his shoulder.

“Thank you.” He whispered, and Jon just kissed his forehead, trying to ignore the mere fact of how much pain Damian must have been in. How exhausted.

But as he crossed the room, he stopped near the door, just once, and turned to the man.

He didn’t care who he was. What his name was. But he did care about one thing.

“Why did you call me?”

The man didn’t uncurl from his fetal position, didn’t even open his eyes. “Because we knew you would come for him.” He hissed. “The lovers always do.”

Jon blinked, and watched the man for a moment, before turning and walking out of the room, Damian a calming weight in his arms.

~~

It was a cult in that underground bunker, Jon learned later. One obsessed with becoming immortal so they could be gods. They’d kidnapped, tortured and killed at least ten people over the years before they took Damian, all for the same reason.

Jon honestly couldn’t care less.

After escaping the compound, Jon flew to a previously agreed upon spot in Geneva, where Batman had a safe house that Alfred had flown ahead to. He radioed onto the open line as he did so, and Duke, mid-battle, shouted an affirmative, and promise that they’d meet him there.

Damian could barely hold onto consciousness during the flight, and it only made Jon fly faster, to an almost dangerous speed.

Alfred met them on the balcony, and motioned for Jon to follow him after he landed. A penthouse in Geneva wasn’t exactly a hospital, so instead of a medical cot, Jon carefully laid Damian in an extravagant king-sized bed.

Jon helped where he could, which, admittedly, wasn’t in very many places. The thing he was best at, he found, was getting in the way. But, bless him, Alfred never chastised him. Never told him to move.

“This is almost a luxury.” Alfred had quipped at one point as he checked Damian’s IV bag. “Normally I’m trying to work around at least five anxious persons, not one calm one.”

Jon had tried to smile, but it didn’t come out right. Alfred seemed to understand, though, and just gave Jon’s shoulder a quick squeeze as he passed him.

Finally, Alfred proclaimed himself finished, having done all he could. He’d disinfected and wrapped wounds, given Damian painkillers and set up the IVs to replenish Damian’s fluids. The rest of his healing would come in time. For now, he’d be in the kitchen fixing Damian something gentle to eat, before preparing food for the rest of the rescue party’s eventual arrival.

Jon nodded, and sat at Damian’s bedside.

It was almost midnight by the time the rest of the Bats arrived. They explained to Jon and Alfred their investigation, and what the cult had told them. Got checked out by Alfred, came and checked on Damian, and then one by one, they each went off to another room to settle down for the rest of the night.

Jon remained at Damian’s side.

And he didn’t move. Not to sleep, he just laid his head on the mattress. Not to eat breakfast or any meal, just balanced it on his lap. He didn’t even get up to offer his seat when anyone came in to visit their brother.

He just sat there, staring at Damian’s battered face and holding his cold hand.

Damian didn’t wake up that day, or even the day after. He could tell the others were starting to get antsy about it, and agitated. What if Damian didn’t wake up? What if that cult had actually killed him, and he’d survived just long enough to see them all again? To get taken to safety?

So the Bats threw themselves into the investigation to distract themselves. Who was cult? Who funded them? Who had they killed?

Jon just stayed on his stool at Damian’s side.

It was the morning of the third day, some time before dawn. Jon had his head pillowed against his arm on the mattress next to Damian’s elbow, half turned to watch the moon reflect off the clouds through the balcony doors.

He listened as Damian inhaled, but paid it no mind. Not until: “…What are you doing?”

Jon sat up so fast he made himself dizzy. In the dim light, Damian’s half-lidded sea foam eyes almost glowed.

“W-what?”

“What are you doing?” Damian repeated groggily.

“I…I couldn’t sleep, so I was just watching the stars…” He started, but trailed off when Damian lazily waved a hand.

“I mean, why are you sitting on that stool?” Damian asked. He flopped his hand out to the open side of the bed. “There’s clearly space here. Even if you can’t sleep, at least let yourself be comfortable.”

Jon instantly dropped his gaze to his knees, and even half conscious, Damian noticed.

“Beloved, what’s wrong?” He asked sleepily, weakly reaching his hand towards Jon.

Jon pulled his hand away.

This time, Damian’s inhale was sharp. He pulled his hand back and dropped it onto his own stomach. “…Alright.”

“No, it’s not…!” Jon suddenly realized how that looked. Knew how Damian would take it. “I don’t…You didn’t…” He sighed, dropped his face into his hands. “I don’t deserve it.”

“What?” Damian asked. “Deserve what?”

“To hold your hand. To lay in your bed.” Jon groaned. “You.”

Damian hesitated, grunted softly as he shifted. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The day you went missing, they…that shapeshifter guy, he stole your phone and he called me. As you.” Jon closed his eyes, trying to hide even further. “He…he broke up with me as you. And I…it didn’t make any sense, it never made any sense to me, but I believed him.”

Another moment of quiet. “…Oh.”

“I know. I’m an idiot.” Jon lamented. “Because how could I not know my own boyfriend? How could I believe you would break up with me over the phone?”

“Or…ever.” Damian agreed. “Unless you want…”

“Or ever!” Jon cut off dramatically, curling his covered face to his knees. “How could I believe you’d do that, and not question it! Not question that you never answered your phone after that, never told anyone, never came back to Metropolis for any reason! Even dream you tried to tell me and I just…”

“Dream me?” Damian asked. Suddenly there were fingers stroking at Jon’s hair, and he held his breath. “You dreamed about me?”

“I thought about you every second of every day.” Jon admitted glumly. “I felt like such a loser, not being able to get over you.” He paused, curled into himself more. “For believing it all in the first place.” He shook his head. “I don’t even deserve to be sitting here next to you, Damian. I don’t.”

He felt Damian’s fingers stroke for a few more seconds, then heard Damian scoff a laugh.

“Jonathan, you’re so funny.”

Those fingers in his hair were instantly at his chin, tilting his face up and out of his hands. Damian, looking beyond exhausted, was smiling at him.

“Come lay with me.” Damian asked softly.

Jon stared up at him for a moment, let his eyes wander down the bandages and new scars, then back up. “You shouldn’t want me to.” He breathed. “In fact, you should break up with me for real, because I’m such a fucking-”

“Do you want me to?” Damian asked seriously. “Do you want me to break up with you? Would you like us to remain apart? Because if after this past month that’s what you’ve decided is best for you, then I will do my best to give it to-”

“No.” Jon said instantly. “No, I…” His breath trembled. “No, I don’t want us to be apart anymore.”

“Nor do I.” Damian agreed with a gentle smile. He laid his arm across the bed. “…Please.”

Jon stared at him for a moment, then sighed and stood, carefully floating over Damian to drop onto his other side.

Damian weakly reached up to pull Jon into his arms, like a child grabbing for a balloon, and Jon let himself be dragged into Damian’s side. Latched onto Damian’s waist and hid his face against Damian’s chest.

His heartbeat was loud now. Still slow, a little too slow for Jon’s liking, but loud, and right under Jon’s ear, right where it was supposed to be.

“I’m sorry.” Jon whispered, as he felt Damian kiss at his hair, gently run his fingers along Jon’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Damian.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize to you, for what that shifting bastard did.” Damian hummed, and already Jon could sense he was falling back into unconsciousness.

Because he feels safe, Jon didn’t let himself think. He feels safe here with me.

“…I love you.” Jon breathed, closing his eyes, squeezing Damian as tightly as he dared. “I love you so much, Damian.”

“I love you as well, Jonathan.” Damian answered just as softly. “For as long as I live. No matter what anyone tells you, please always remember that.” He carefully laid his hand over the one Jon had on his hip. “…Thank you for finding me. For saving me.”

“Always.” Jon smiled, looking up at Damian. Damian’s eyes were already closed once more, his breathing evening out. “Always and forever.”

“Forever and ever.” Damian mumbled as he drifted off. Jon watched him for a few more moments, until he was sure Damian was asleep again. Then he leaned up and left a careful kiss to Damian’s cheek. Lingered for a moment, then curled up under Damian’s chin, clung to him like he was a giant teddy bear.

He let his boyfriend’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.

[elareine]

I'm sad, so Jaydick angst/fluff: Dick was drugged on patrol that makes his darkest thoughts pop up (Su*c*dal thoughts, s*lf h*rm or anything) and disappears when the Batfam come in to help. Jay knows where Dick's gone and goes after him to help him through the dark episode and fluff™ happens cus their love can survive _anything_

Hey anon, I hope you feel better 💙💙 Hope you like this piece, and if you ever wanna talk (anon or not, inbox or DMs), I’m here.

(Warnings for suicidal thoughts, though there are no actions described or suggested.)

Dick is just taking down the last of his adversaries when he feels it. Something is coming on—anxiety, maybe, except less screaming than heavy, oppressive silence… 

“Drugs,” he whispers, only remembering to turn on his earpiece after. “Nightwing here. I have been compromised, possibly by a new fear gas concoction.” 

Voices begin to answer him, but Dick doesn’t hear it because the room is starting to fade away. 

All of a sudden, the memories come crashing in: Those dark days when Bruce was gone and Dick was left clutching at whatever was left of this family and failing. Being alone wherever he turned, making the wrong decisions, hurting those he loved, not saving anyone, failing failing failing—

“Nightwing. Dick.” The voice is in his earpiece is suddenly a lot more familiar—Jason must’ve taken off his helmet. Dick tries to concentrate on that. “Just wait for me, okay? Don’t—don’t do anything. I’ll stay on the line, and I’ll be there in ten, okay? Just wait.” 

He can’t speak, but he tries to make a noise, anyway. Okay. He can do that. 

“Robin and I are closest,” Bruce cuts in, and Dick shrinks back. No. No, he can’t let them see him like this. “We’ll be there in three minutes, Nightwing.” 

It takes Dick less than one to be out of the door. There’s a safehouse nearby, an old apartment no-one else knows about, and he barely makes it inside before he collapses. 

Somewhere in the back of his head, he knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. That he’s making it worse for everyone—they’ll worry about him, and then they’ll waste the night looking for Dick when they should be out helping people, and then innocents will die, and—

Maybe it would be better for everyone if Dick wasn’t here at all. 

Behind him, the door opens. Dick notices, but he’s caught on that one thought. It would be better. Better. Better without you. 

When he sees who is heading toward him, he expects that thought to be proven right. Jason told him to stay, after all, and Dick ran. He’s a disappointment. 

Jason doesn’t say anything, though. He just kneels in front of Dick and takes his hands, and they breathe. 

Jason’s hands are warm. Dick tries to concentrate on that, to pretend it helps push back the cold he can feel all around him. He fucked up. He fucked up so much. How pathetic. 

“It’s not just the drug, is it?” Jason finally asks. 

Somewhere from where their hands are linked, Dick draws the courage to shake his head. “No. It’s not.” 

Immediately, he regrets it. Jason must be disgusted. Dick hasn’t been this bad in years; their relationship would never have happened otherwise. This isn’t what Jason signed up for. No-one did. He’s always been too much. 

“Thank you.” 

When Dick finally looks up at him, Jason just looks sad. He squeezes Dick’s hands between them and whispers again: “Thank you for telling me.” 

Dick doesn’t know what to say to that, so he doesn’t say anything. 

“They’re sure as shit not helping, though.” Jason’s voice is more matter-of-fact now. Dick latches onto it like a starving man. “B’s doing lab work, and he’ll let me know how long it’ll take to work through your system or if any of our antidotes work. Whatever happens—they won’t set foot in here. I made them promise, and you know he sticks to that.” 

Dick nods automatically. Yes. He does know. When Bruce says he’ll stay away, he stays away, no matter what. 

“Either way, I want—“ Jason’s voice wavers. “I need you to focus on getting through this night with me, okay? Just… stay. Please.” 

Dick feels hollowed out from the inside. There is a total disconnect between the love he feels from Jason and the way he knows he is a burden. That the world fundamentally would be a better place without Dick Grayson. That it would be easier. So much easier. 

Still, he leans forward, lets Jason embrace him, and it’s not hard to whisper, “I will.” 

Tomorrow, Jason will make him breakfast and watch Dick eat every bite. Tomorrow, they will talk about therapy, and bad nights, and what to tell their families. Dick will smile, and Jason will start crying, and it will feel just a little like healing. 

Dick doesn’t know any of that yet. Held like this, with Jason whispering words of love in his ear, he doesn’t have to. 

[bisexualoftheblade-old]

how many wips do you have? like what are they all, and not the number of wips in a fandom? what are all the names?

okay. fuck you. fuck you so much. fuck you.

i’m putting this under a read more cut no one else deserves to see this shit. a lot of these are requests, and for those i will just write out the request itself

Shadowhunters:

domestic polycule fluff with tem, jessa, and will because im not a coward

Supernatural

- hehe hoho i request destiel hehehe

- request 61/? cai cai cai cai i need you to rewrite the destiel scene but yk. GOOD. not like i'm in the know about the spn fandom or anything, it's been years for me. but DO IT

Bright Sessions

- caleb/adam grisha AU

- mark bryant vs. united states aka sue the AM

- caleb/adam college fluff

Umbrella Acaademy

- request 31/? i want a ben and klaus drabble please spare me some brotherly bickering

- AND SO BEGINS NIGHT 4 with request 13/? oooh oooh can i get a raymond and allison playlist??? i think their vibes together would SLAP

- hi there night 2 is technically morning 3 but who's counting not me anyway request 5/? can i get a ben moodboard? gotta rep my tua bb

Percy Jackson

- request 9/? can i get a percabeth moodboard or quote edit?? like god they're the og couple goals take me back to high school cai

- For the 100 follower things :D Jercy getting caught in the rain

- request 29/? a drabble about literally anything to do with pjo. i’ll be happy with anyone and anything i’m love these children

- *somersaults in like I’m a real fancy acrobat* hello ello ello may I request some camp half blood chaos possible involving *does a flip* ✨side characters✨ <3

Penumbra Podcast 

- request 52/? drabble about the penumbra podcast. this is for ren bc ren likes it and i don't actually know anything about it. juno? i think? that's the one ren likes. write it for ren

- Tpp ghost hunting / buzzfeed unsolved au

- sad juno smut

- final resting place fic go brrrr

Marvel

- request 6/? i'm going to my roots y'all can i get a spider-man playlist? if not a playlist then i'd honestly be happy with literally anything involving spider-man

- request 15/? i'm going crazy this is recorded evidence of me actually losing it ANYWAY can i get a quote edit for something from iron man? literally anything that man says is gold so cai's choice :D he deserved better in endgame i'm still bitter

- request 42/? do another spidey thing that differs from the other spidey thing

- request 73/? you have Opinions. rant about infinity way and/or endgame. go.

- request 74/? quote edit for deadpool!!

- spideytorch relationship character study

- peter parker as a tired grad student monitoring the young avengers (send help)

Six of Crows

- okay listen i wasn't going to request anything bc i worry about you but also? if you want to/have the time hit me with a playlist for our girl nina zenik

- request 43/? fuckin give me the ending anya should have had. she is alive and with her new son and having a great time

- request 45/? inej moodboard?

- request 47/? will you make literally any meme of your choosing for six of crows?

- request 48/? write a drabble for kaz, my favorite bastard

- okay so i don't actually like nina or mattias that much but i still wanna hear about your thoughts (and also see if you'll change my mind)

- kaz brekker turning 18 fic. birthday party, everyone singing, whole shebang. i need it stat

- religious trauma fic aka i started shipping kaz/alina/inej and i can’t stop

- kaz trauma soup (he has D.I.D. and you can’t prove me wrong)

- my two redacted fics for @grishaversebigbang​

- wesper fake dating

- six of crows bright sessions crossover: everyone gets therapy

TMA

- uhh... s1 gang having a nice time? melanie getting to have some Pride™️? some "fun" horror thing?

- request 7/? spare steph and jason bonding? please sir? spare some for a humble child such as myself?

- okay so this was meant for night 3 but i had midterm shit SO this is honorary night 3 let's DO THIS request 8/? i want a moodboard of extremely out of context magnus archives shit like i mean confuse the FUCK out of me i don't go here i know Nothing about it

- request 11/? OKAY so i need tim stoker meeting tim drake now i need my timmy to meet your tim plus i want to see character differences no i'm not trying to create a tim stoker in my head so i can read a's fic while NOT thinking of tim drake whaaaaaat you're crazy

- request 18(i think)/? i need a quote edit of every time within the first like. 15 eps of tam where jon is like “sounds fake but go off” thank u bb

- request 40/? i challenge you to write a tma drabble based only on the episodes i've heard. i'm currently halfway through episode 23

- Jon being lovingly bullied into taking a break. I'm aware this has been written a million times but it is one of my favorite things.

- spiral!sasha AU

- extinction martin go brrrrr

- high school era timsasha. they've both been friends for years, and everyone always asks when they will be a couple. they decide to fake date, to prove everyone wrong and show what a bad couple they would be. turns out that's a bit trickier than they thought

- after sasha comes back, tim is broken. he can't let go, scared that if he looks away for even a minute he'll lose her again. sasha suggests shibari as a way for him to give up control

- sasha pov mag 19 au, sacrificing herself to save the others, knows that if she gives herself up to the not!them it will let the others live

- this is the "tim finds a polaroid of sasha" trope

- early archives days,, long nights in research,,, clothes sharing,, somft. late nights and falling asleep at their desks warm and safe in the other's presence

- two parts: timsasha as kids, each picking a constellation that is "theirs". just soft kid antics. tim at sasha's grave glancing up to see their constellations

- continuing your job’s a joke (you’re broke)

DC Comics

- TIMSTEPH HADESTOWN AU,,,

- my redacted fic for @batfam-big-bang​

- request for you to get a decent amount of sleep? serious answer, dickkori, SAL's Venus

- request 4/? timsteph morning after 👀 mayhaps?

- a concept: nonbinary stephanie brown

- teehee hi mom, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but can i request damian angst for your accomplishments 100 followers?

- hi you can ignore my first request if you want, or you can ignore this one. but bls possibly write some bikini ra’s? -the bikini bitch

- request 27/? jay is asking through me for a jondami playlist but tbh i also want it so win win yk?

- "I don't know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does" with bruce and jason? im just craving bruce being a good day to jason for once

- “I am putting you in time out because you need to understand the consequences of your actions.” with steph and jason as dumbass disaster bi best friends pretty please?

- request 32/? timsteph patrol date!!!

- request 33/? timsteph *gala* date? mayhaps??

- request 37/? tim drake drabble but make it Edgy cai

- request 39/? drabble of a prank war between tim and damian

- joyfire cuddly fluff please? or like just any outlaw fluff if joyfire isnt your thing (feel free to add every member of the outlaws, dont feel like u gotta stick with jason, kori, roy i love them all)

- barbara and robin! jason fluff? bonding over books or something?

- request 62/? i need a drabble about the chaotic trio jason, tim, and steph i'm love them ty

- request 63/? batfam x mcu crossover. batfam meets ironfam. give me ALL the cliches. ALL OF THEM

- request 64/? young justice x young avengers - jay cuz idk SHIT about the young avengers

- request 66/? jondami moodboard pls and ty

- request 67/? timsteph moodboard!!!!!!

- request 69/? HEHEHE kinky 😏 i would v much like a timsteph drabble of the almost first time. does that make sense? like i don't want you to go all the way NSFW cuz i know that's against the rules and i'm a rule follower. but like they *almost* go all the way. this could be fade to black or some shit i don't care just make it a lil steamy and have Fun

- i request damian angst! all of it

- hmm... maybe i request? jondami?

- mayhaps,,,,some batfam,,,,,committing crimes? ily be gay do crime <3 - lu

- How about a ficlet with Steph and Cass?

Found Family Bingo Prompts

- no powers au

- tunnel

- first day

- join the club

- hurt/comfort

- experiment

- playing favorites

- hold on

- possession

- 10 o’clock

- singing

- road

- snitch

- curfew

- timer

- fantasy au

- zombie au

- dreams

- campfire

- are you okay

- movie night

- games

- scared

Miscellaneous

- a request: Write A Drabble, Coward

- is it too late to request a moodboard for me?

- request 20/? i’m going off book because i’m in a Chaotic Mood™️ can you just absolutely vibe check me like go off cai demolish me

- request 21/? i formally request that you pick a favorite cai. i don’t care what that favorite pertains to, just pick a favorite something

- request 23/? roast me

- request 24/? can i have a buzzfeed unsolved spoopy playlist but spoiler alert it’s not spoopy bc shane doesn’t believe does this make sense it has been a Day™️

- request 25/50 i want a jake and amy fic make it Soft cai i’m love them b99 is so good

- request 28/? i know nothing about the lord of the rings so make something that will confuse the shit out of me

- request 34/? malvie and jaylos moodboards 😈

- request 35/? a moodboard for the bbb mods!! perceive all of us!!!

- request 36/? moodboard for the tua mods too???? mayhaps??

- request 41/? doctor WHO? idk but i want a drabble of him and the one character i know from doctor who which is rose

- request 46/? make an alignment meme with our group, have fun!!!

- request 49/? i want you to kin assign me a character from every fandom you can/want to. go feral

- request 50!!!!/? this is a special request. the most special request. can you make a bastards tbh playlist? i want our vibes encapsulated. i want us in music form. i want to hear those songs and be like "that's me and cai" and smile.

- requests 51/? i know jack shit about good omens. explain it to me in the most confusing way possible. make me know less by the end than i know now

- request 53/? can you write a mel aesthetic? i'm Curious

- request 54/? give me a list of book recs cai i want some good book recs pls

- request 56/? edit a picture of US together too

- request 58/? oooh can i have a disney edit? like. hm. i just really love disney and i want anything to do with disney. like a quote or an aesthetic or an aesthetic edit i just want disney.

- request 59/? i would v much like a recipe for carbonara. i've never had it but it sounds fucking delicious

- request 60/? ooh hey can i get a makeup tutorial? i know you like makeup, i'm shit at doing makeup. teach me

- request 65/? i need the most emo playlist you can make that vibes with dear evan hansen thank you

- request 68/? i want a superwholock moodboard. this can be serious, with the actual fandoms in mind, or literally what the era felt like. the insanity. the horror.

- request 70/? ooh ooh ooh do you have a good bread recipe?? i wanna get that bread

- request 71/? i want a playlist with the vibes of summoning a demon. please don't ask questions. i don't have answers. and if i do, no i don't.

- For the requests, how about writing something based on a friend?

- request 75/? MMMM i want literally anything to do with natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812

- request 76/? i want some healthy recipes. help a girl out

- a feral bbb quote or two?

- you perceive my plant but now I dare thee to perceive mine own visage

- okay this is a two for one request. 1. you did the bee movie script so now we need a shrek two script edit 2. sleep please

- Pansexual mb for my lil queer soul?

- my (probably) final request is just for you to ramble about something, i don't really care what

- HI ILY CONGRATS AS WELL CAUSE IM LATE BUT CONGRATS. could i request a pirates of the caribbean (or just pirates) or whatever you what to do, free range.

- mood board for the beluga whales who got brought to the animal sanctuary in Iceland please?

- 100 follower request: Moodboard for my stuffed cow Oaky?

[fvckthebatboys]

Who Do You Love More pt 2

Pairing: Batfam x Batsis!reader

Words: 1575+

Requested: Kinda

A/N: hey guys. i know I keep saying that i’ve come back multiple times but i am just constantly getting fucked over by life. but here’s this to say sorry

You had managed to avoid your brothers and father the rest of the night and, so far, all of this morning. All you had to do was hide until your next game this afternoon. Before you reached your room last night, you had managed to grab enough food and drinks to last you until then. Thus lowering your chances of seeing the other inhabitants of the house. Sitting on your bed scrolling through your social media, you couldn’t help but think back to last night and the conversation you had with your family. That was the first time in god only knows how long you heard the words ‘I love you’ come from your father. You had finally heard the words you craved to hear for so long. So why didn’t you feel better? Why were you still so upset and hurt? Maybe because actions truly do speak louder than words, the rational part of yourself reminded you. That words can't wipe away years of actions screaming at you that they don’t care? A knock on your door broke you from your thoughts.

“Mistress Y/N,” Alfred’s calm voice rises in volume as he opened the door.

“Yes Alfred,” turning to face the only person in this damn house you know actually gives a fuck about you.

“Your presence has been requested in the dining room for lunch.”

“I already ate Alfred,” a sigh escaped you as you answered him.

“One of those cup noodle things does not count as having lunch. Plus you have a game tonight do you not? You need to eat something heartier than that if you want to play well.”

“They’re down there, aren’t they Alfred?”

“Yes Miss Y/N.”

“Then I’m going to stay up here.”

“Suit yourself,” the man exited your room, closing the door behind him.

You returned your focus to your phone, not wanting to continue your thought process from earlier. Ten minutes later and another knock on your door came. Rolling your eyes, you stood and walked to the door.

“I told you already Alfred, if they’re down there then I’m-” your voice caught in your throat as you threw the door open only to find Jason on the other side of it.

“Hey kiddo,” in one hand a plate of food and a drink in the other. “Alfred said you wouldn’t come down, so I came up.”

You tried to quickly shut the door on him, but his damn reflexes were too good for that. He smoothly slid his foot into the doorway, stopping the door in its tracks, all without spilling the food or drink.

“I told Alfred I’d eaten already so just take it back downstairs,” your eyes stayed locked on the carpet.

“You can’t avoid us forever Y/N. We live in the same house.”

“Yeah, well I can sure as hell try,” turning, you walked back to your bed.

Sitting back in your bed, you grabbed your headphones. Plugging them into your phone you picked a playlist before placing the buds in your ears. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jason set the plate and glass down on your dresser. Watching as the door shut behind him, your gaze fell to the food. With a sigh, you stood and grabbed the food. You weren’t sure why Jason had been the one elected to bring it to you. But you really didn’t care. You ate the lunch and set the plate back on your dresser. After an hour or so, you heard another knock on the door. Before you could even ask who it was, it opened to reveal Alfred.

“Miss Y/N, might I have a word with you,” he entered the room and shut the door behind him. You nodded as you took out your earbuds. “Could I sit?”

“Of course.”

“I want to apologize,” Alfred spoke as he took a seat on your bed beside you.

“Alfred you have nothing to apologize for,” you were stunned by what you heard. Out of everyone in the manor, he was the only one you could talk to. “You’ve done nothing that warrants it.”

“But I have Miss Y/N. I have allowed Master Bruce and those boys get away with abandoning you. I should have never let your relationship with them get to this point. You all used to be so happy. I miss those days Miss Y/N. The days where you were all a family.”

“Alfred, please don’t think yourself to have any blame in this. They chose this. They chose to distance themselves. I just gave up. I couldn’t take the rejection anymore so I stopped trying,” you could feel the tears well up and slowly make their way over your cheeks. It hurt to say all this, but it also needed to be said to someone at least. As you spoke, you felt a small weight disappear from your shoulders and your heart. “I hated the reminder that a city comes before his own family. Before the people who used to mean the world to you. I get the family business is the vigilante lifestyle, but couldn’t they have still supported me? Couldn’t Gotham go a few hours here and there without them?”

Unbeknownst to you, five figures stood on the other side of the door, listening to your conversation. All of them thinking of how they could make things go back to the way they were before.

“I have to get ready for the game today Alfred. Thank you for actually listening.”

“No need to thank me. Shall I drive you there?”

“Yes please.”

“Very well. Let me know when you are ready.”

“Okay. Thank you Alfred.”

He smiled as he left your room. Over the next half hour, you got dressed and got everything you’d need together. Pulling on your cleats, you grabbed your soccer bag and headed for the stairs. When you got to the foyer, you saw Bruce and your brothers. You tried to sneak past them, but got caught.

“Y/N are you ready,” Dick questioned.

“For?”

“Your game. Father is taking us,” Damian looked to you.

“You’re going? Again?”

“Is there a problem,” Dick asked.

“Why?”

“Because we should’ve been doing this all along,” Bruce spoke up. “We shouldn’t have let things get as bad as they have between us. We do love you Y/N, please believe that.”

“Why should I? You haven’t been there for years Bruce,” the use of his first name brought many unreadable emotions to the man’s face. “So I’m sorry if it’s hard to believe that you care. That any of you care. For years you put this god forsaken city above me. I’m sorry I didn’t want to be a vigilante like you guys, but I guess that’s the only way to get your love. Cause you haven’t abandoned them. Hell, you love three men who aren’t even your own kids more than me. I cannot wait to leave this fucking city.”

You pushed past the stunned men, but before you could get very far a hand grabbed your arm.

“What do you mean leave,” you could’ve sworn you heard Bruce’s voice crack as he asked the question.

“I got offered a spot in the national team and I accepted. I leave as soon as I graduate.”

“Why didn’t you tell us,” Jason spoke up.

“For the same reason we’re fighting about right now. Because you wouldn’t care.”

“But you’d be leaving, for who knows how long,” Tim’s voice came from behind you.

“And if you hadn’t known you probably wouldn’t have even noticed I was gone.”

“Y/N please. We want to make things better,” Bruce’s hand on your arm tightened ever so slightly.

“Why now? Why is it that all of a sudden you actually give a fuck about me? I’ve been fine without you guys for years now. So why?”

“Because I didn’t realize until recently just how much I, we’ve, screwed up when it comes to you,” and this time you heard the crack in Bruce’s voice clear as day.

You wanted to turn around, but you knew that if you did you’d want to forgive them. It wasn’t that you wanted to remain on bad terms with the five of them, but the pain of all the rejection and years of being invisible still feels so fresh to you. Ever so slowly, you turned back to face them. The looks on their faces screamed how much they truly wanted to fix their relationship with you, even Damian who barely showed any emotion at all. Looking into the eyes of your father, the tears you’d been fighting so hard to hold back for so many years fell one after another down your cheeks. Sobs wracked your body as Bruce quickly pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you in an embrace you’d missed more than anything. The hushed ‘it’s okay’s and ‘I’m sorry’s didn’t do anything to quiet your crying. You were then passed from Bruce to Dick then Tim then Jason then Damian, your only blood brother. With a ‘tch’ his arms opened wide for a hug. The first hug you’d ever had from the boy. This only made the tears fall harder as you pulled the boy into you.

“Now enough with all this crying bull shit, you’ve got a game to win,” the gruff voice of Jason came from your left.

“Righ,” you pulled away from Damian and wiped at your eyes. “Let’s go.”

[thr-333]

Could you possibly do one where Mari/Mari and marine is/are the daughter/son of the joker?

I actually planned quite a lot for this after you asked but could never get my thoughts to make something comprehensive so I give up here's what I got!:

-Twins are Joker and Harleys kids born before the two split up(and so help me they will split up this story needs gay aunt Ivy)

-As you might know, these two clowns have another kid; Lucy. Harley left Lucy with her sister when she was born. In canon, she thinks Harley is her aunt but I would say in this fic she learned the truth when the twins were also dropped off.

-So the twins grew up in Gotham with their aunt and big sister knowing full well who their parents are; as such they make the responsible choice to suppress every part of themselves that resembles them and constantly dye their hair in an effort to avoid looking like them. You know healthy coping mechanisms. -

-Naturally, Marinette has brown hair with blue eyes and Marion blonde with brown eyes.

-Their personalities are a bit different from Mismatch. 

-Marion is still a trickster and a trouble maker but this time around has Marinette fully involved and responsible for his shenanigans. He has a bit of a habit of talking to himself(or singing random phrases), sometimes in the third person; he hates when he does, so Marinette always tells him off. He’s always gets the impulse of dying his hair outlandish colors and will vehemently deny his favorite color is green.

- Marinette is crafty, both figuratively and literally. She’s smart, her mother is a doctor after all she can be manipulative to people that arent her(close) family to protect the ones she cares about. She has a deep-seated fear of becoming a trophy, an object to be put on display like her mother and so dresses the opposite and pushes away her love for fashion.

-They will always call each other Mari but if someone else tries they both answer its a nickname they strictly use for each other.

-In a world where Gotham exists it makes absolutely no sense that Gabriel wouldn't start his reign as Hawkmoth in Gotham(the place with the most negative emotions like geez) so that works out perfectly for the twins becoming heroes(Adrien can move to Gotham or be left in Paris to be kept safe your choice)

-Instead of the twins proving themselves by helping an old man up off the street they go a step further is beating up the thugs that try to rob him(all Fu’s set up of course). When they come home to find two mysterious boxes on their beds they make the only rational conclusion children of the joker would; it’s a bomb!

-Not wanting to get the police involved for obvious reasons they find the security footage(which gets the police involved in a different way) and start tracking down fu to see why he’s trying to kill him.

-And as you may recall at this point in canon Ladybug and Chat Noir are defeating an Akuma, well they're not here they’re off to beat up an old man so thats Batman’s job for the time being.

-The twins get caught up in the fight as civilians and are saved by Batman who immediately recognizes them(you don't think Batman has case files on all of Jokers hellspawn?) so that’s gonna be a problem later but never mind that for now~

-The twins track down Fu, who is wondering why they aren’t out fighting the Akuma. Long story short Fu comes back to the house with them and proves they aren't bombs giving them the miraculous.

-I’m a bit indecisive on the names. I thought Marinette would be Red Bug and Marion Black Cat(yes I know that names already taken I don’t care). But I thought Crimson Bug would work better because then their names would start with the same letters. Then I wanted alliteration like Black Bug and Crimson Cat but that obviously doesn't make any sense since Chats color is green not red-- then I realized it would be completely in character for them to call themselves that confusing everyone in the process so no one quite sure whos name is who(if you wanna write it go with whatever I just thought it could be funny)

-As for costumes Marinette's probably wouldn't be skin tight because deep down she really doesn't want to look like that but more practical armor or less form-fitting at least. Marion's hair turns green when he transforms something he freaks out about and Marinette's turns red(glowing or not either would look cool)

-So anyway they go off to defeat the akuma blah blah blah Batman seeing these two young untrained superheroes can only think of one thing: I have to adopt them. So that’s gonna be fun!

-Anyway they go back home trying to be sneaky and immediately get caught by Lucy: ”Don’t tell Aunty!”-- ”Oh I already know” (her names Delia by the way)

- So now the twins get a support system and a family that will look out for them unbelievable right? This support system immediately threatens Fu making sure he actually trains them and doesn't just set them loose on Gotham.

Anyway that's the end of my semi-cohesive plan and here's a vague outline for the fic:

1. Becoming ladybug and chat noir setting up adoption, and school(Bruce invites them to Gotham academy to keep an eye on the jokers children)

2. First day at school setting up Artemis(and by extension young justice), and own passions, Adrien is also at this school now so Marinette falls, Jason finds out falling in love with Marion

3. Becoming friends with Artemis, convinces them to give their passions a try, Marion runs from hood, some let me adopt you stuff also Jason's spite for Cat Noir

4. Skip a bit of time a few months or so, young justice need help Artemis suggest mari and mari, Marinette has a smackdown with batman about their heritage, at odds with young justice Artemis comes to their defense. Young Justice have an ‘oh’ realization on the job when Marion sings a lullaby to a scared child, now the young justice form the mari and mari protection squad

5. Doing ladybug and cat stuff batman approaches them again this time luring them into adoption with a partnership on finding hawkmoth, Red Hood and cat fight. Marion comes back all huffy and there's a scene with Lucy this time comforting them, Marion goes out to get air runs into hood marion bristles stirring Jason to meet him as a civilian, class come to visit, at odds with lila

6. Doing well at school even made a few friends when the Paris class come to visit completely under lila’s control, lila tries to slander the twins for not worshiping her only to out herself when she tells everyone they laughed at her(the twins never laugh), Jason also drops by further discrediting her, lila tries to throw their heritage in their face but they get support openly working with heroes as civilians, this little section ends quite happily with them being sort of accepted at school and batman tolerating their existence for not attacking the person who tried to make their life miserable

7. Time skip few years out of high school now, ladybug and cat are working well with gothams vigilantes widely considered part of the batfam even if no one knows each other's identities. As mari and mari they are doing good work mainly outside of gotham. Marinette is starting a fashion boutique with a little financial help from Wayne enterprises she also does costume design for heroes and villains, villains mainly because she can't stand their current outfits. Marion quite likes his music but isn't sure how he will feel in the public eye is great friends with Jason and the skip picks up with them officially starting to go out identities unknown. They are still hesitant about their identities in civilian life Marinette starting her business under a false name and Marion cant start his because of his heritage. Jason officially has to admit they are going out to the family is met with grilling by aunt and sister, joy by harley once she tries giving them sex advice they leave, his brothers tease and both are tense about Bruces reaction but he begrudgingly accepts. Are out as ladybug and Cat still snippy with hood but it’s not as bad they are closing in on hawkmoth. Go to hang out with young justice as well they aren't well-liked in Gotham but they’re fine with that(not really)

8. NOW things can go to shit joker finally has enough of them deciding to get a hold of them but I think it should be as ladybug and chat revealing their identities to the world. The twins are terrified rightfully so. Get saved now it’s weird between hood and marion, marion feeling betrayed Jason knew who he was and knew who his father was but still decided to date him and he just can't understand why. Adrien was so scared for Marinette and now they both have to work out why. Gotham is at odds the heroes they admire are born from a villain they fear. Bats are a bit weird feeling like they were tricked while also kind of acknowledging the twins are good people

9. Harassed in their everyday life now the twins go to young justice where they get met with awe for being established independent heros, bats there are acting weird but the twins say something to shift perspective leaving to let them mull on it. Jason tries to apologise saying he doesn't see Marion like that blah blah Marion has a breakdown asking how he can be anything but a villain. Marinette's having whiplash going from loved to hated and still dealing with the trauma of seeing her father. They snap. In public a big ol scene and they get akumatised everyone sees it, it’s on tv. Hawkmoth comes out to get their miraculous the batfam can’t beat him. He’s monolouging probing at their deepest fears when they snap back to reality realizing none of it’s true every part of them has worked to be good people and they are they don't hand over their miraculous beating the akumatizaton and beating hawkmoth while akumatised.

10. They are released from the hospital a few days later, getting hesitant recognition on the streets. It's not thunderous applause but it is something. Their family comes to pick them up, Adrien is crying to Marinette about not scaring him like that(her family took him in when Gabriel was revealed). Marion gets picked up by Jason they patch things over. They get accepted into the batfam and work as ladybug and cat for everything. Marion decides to start playing music and Marinette reveals her face to her fashion brand.