#course im not gonna leave it tim drake and his family own my heart and have locked it in chains in the stocks

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[nightwingswing]

The family’s girl: Interlude [Jason’s Date] (chapter 7)

Hello my lil’ wings!!

This chapeter is an interlude about the readers and Jasons date in chatper 7. 

For some reason this part of the chapter was erased, so i re-wrote it and published it as an interlude.

Im very sorry for this mistake! But in compensation, their date is described in detail!

Part1 Part2  Part3 Part4   Part5 Part6 Part7 [INTERLUDE] (we are here) Part8 Part9 Part10

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You were officially screwed.

Who knew the youngest Wayne was capable of falling for someone? In a couple of days?

Worst thing?

He was possessive.

To make the scene worse.

Tim had decided to come every. day.

Super great.

“Seriously Drake, (y/n) has a better taste than you regarding clothes, so let her choose what she wants.” Damian glared at Tim, who had been holding a rather ugly dress.

“Excuse me? This is all the rage!” Tim exclaimed.

“Sure, makes designers rage, that’s for sure.” Dami scoffed

You looked at them an amused/done expression on her face.

“Boys, please…”

“But! Have you seen his taste in clothes?! You deserve so much better!” Damian exclaimed.

“Im going to try this one I choose. “ You changed quickly, the red dress hugging your form nicely. You smiled at your reflexion and went to see the boys.

When the two saw you they stopped fighting, they blushed and Tim smiled at you.

“You look beautiful, (y/n).” Tim praised you. Damian blushing scoffed.

“She looks beautiful every day.”

“Awwww” you coed and hugged Damian. “ I knew you liked me!” Damian plushed you away, blushing.

“Of course I do. If not, I won’t put up with Drake and you.” Dami looked away.

“Anyway, why are you buying a fancy dress?” Tim asked.

“..I got a date, remember? With Jason? He invited me to have dinner.” Tim eyes widened and Damian broke one of the mannequins.

“Dami?” You asked looking at him.”Why-“

“I didn’t like the outfit it wore”

“Oh.”

Tim mentally raged on Jason and his stupid bad boy charm, and his stupid leather jacket.

“It’s the hair and the jacket, right?!” Tim shake you. “I thought our kiss mean something!”

“What’ Timmy of course it meant something! But our date isn’t like that! Im sure someone like Jason has a lot of girls on his feet!”

“You sure?” Tim pouted.

“I am” You got out of Tim’s hold and started walking to the changing room. “And anyway, I’m not your girlfriend” Tim bite his lip and Damian smirked at him.

“Such a coward, Drake”

“Shut up, demon”

Jason was gonna get it tonight.

///*\\\

“HEY HEY HEY! TIMBO WHAT YOUR DEAL?!” Jason tried to block all of Tim’s punches.

“YOU ASKED (Y/N) ON A DATE!”

“WELL, I LIKE HER SO WHAT?” Jay blocked a fierce punch from Tim .

“SHE’S MINE!” Tim kicked Jason.

“SHE HAS NO OWNER, SHES A PERSON!”

“ROBIN SHUT UP WHEN THE OLDERS ARE TALKING!”

“WHAT GOING ON OVER HERE!?” Batman growled.

“SHIT!”

“LANGUAGE!” Batman growled at his sons. “now what the hell is going on?!”

“…”

“shit, who was talking to him?”

“Talk.”

“Oh look, Scarecrow is on the loose!” Tim yelled. “lets go!” They turned their communicators off so Batman couldn’t hear and the robins disappeared.

“…” Batman batglared at his computer.

///*\\\

You were getting dressed for your date when Damian knocked on you door.

“Come in!” You smiled at Damian who stiffened when he saw you “Ah, Dami, could you help me with the zipper?” He zipped it up and you turned around. “You need something?”

“Why are you going out with Todd?” Damian asked.

“Well, he asked me out so we could know each other’s better.” You smiled and the boy frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something a bike’s Clackson was heard.

“Oh that must be Jay! I called Tim to look out for you, I’ll be back in 2 hours. Please don’t break anything!” You hugged a blushing angry Damian and opened the door.” Tim come in! I’ll be back in 2 hour! Please try to not break anything” You kissed Tim’s cheek and ran outside.

Jason whistled at you as you walked to him, he gave you a spare helmet and you sat behind him on his bike.

“Where to?” You asked.

“To my favorite (f/f) restaurant” Jason said.

“Oh, I love (f/f)! “

Jason speed up while Tim and Damian observed by the windows, they glared at his brothers back until it wasn’t visible anymore.

“We are following him, right?” Tim smirked

“Dam right” Damian smirked.

///*\\\

You and Jason were eating (f/f) peacefully, laughing and meeting yourselves better.

Jason liked what he saw.

He liked it a lot.

“Why did you decide you we’re coming to Bludhaven?”

“oh, well…”You bite you lip, shyly “ I wanted to get as far as possible from home”

“Why?” Jason held your hand and you blushed.

“….” You sighed “I wanted to show my parents than I can live on my own. That I’m older”

“…”

“You think that’s childish?” You sighed.

“No…I can relate somehow. There was a time I wanted to overcome the shadow of another” Jay looked away.

“Did you did it?”

“…” for a moment, he looked pained.

“No need to tell me, really” You smiled and Jason smiled back.

“Thanks” Jason moved his chair so he could be closer to you.

Jason and you talked and laughed for an hour, ignoring the two jealous birds stalking you two.

///*\\\

“Do you want me to show you something?” Jason smirked.

“What?” You asked curious.

“My favorite place when I was a kid.” You nodded and followed him.

Jason and you entered a dirty barely illuminated alley.  He held your hand the whole time in as he pointed at a fire escape.

“Follow me, (n/n)” he smiled as he let go of your hand, you felt his warm hand leaving yours as he jumped on a fire escape.

“Come on, (n/n)! i know you can do it!” he smiled at you as he held his hands out for you.

 You ran to the fire escape and grabbed his hands, he smiled at you wide and pulled you up, without leting your hand go, the two of you run up to the stairs to the rooftop, giggling the whole time. 

The two of you laughed harder as an old lady opened her window to yell at both of you.

“KEEP QUIET, VANDALS!!!!!OR IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!!” She screamed. “this younglings!!!” she huffed as she closed her window.

 Once you two where up, Jason and you sat on the groud laughing softly, He was looking mesmerized at your cute soft laugh and happy smile.

“Now” he said as you looked at him. “Close your eyes, i want to show you the best part.” he smiled

“Okay!” you smiled, closing your eyes. He covered your eyes to assure you wouldnt peek.You blushed as you feelt his big, calloused warm hands covering your eyes.

He felt your eyelashes tickle his hand as his heart beated faster.His hands become sweaty as his cheeks burned red. He pulled his hands away of your face, not wanting you to notice how nervous he was.

“Keep your eyes closed” He whispered in your ear, making the hairs in your back stand in pleasure. 

“O-okay” you smiled shyly as he helped you up. 

He let go of your hands and set his jacket on the ground.

“Still,no peeking (n/n)” He smiled as you pouted

“fiiiine!” he held your hands again and guided you to the jacket.

“Sit and lay on your back” he said with a soft voice as with his help, you did as he said. Without opening your eyes, you laid on your back on the leather jacket, you felt a warm body lay next to yours. Jason laid in the cold unforgiving ground as you layed secured in his jacket, he smiled at your profile and his pinky rubbed against yours. 

“Open your eyes now” Jason whispered, still looking at you with warm cheeks and a sweet smile.  you uncovered them:

Your mouth hanged open in awe as you smiled, looking up at the sky of Gotham, illuminated by the multicolored lights of the neon bars. The colors fly around, like the artic sky, the most powerful starts shine betwen the magenta, blues and greens. In the far distance the yellow light of the batsignal shined brightly.  The loud sound of traffic blocked by the height as you gasped as the bright meteor shower started.

“It’s beautiful…” You awed. 

“I know...” Jason blushed as he still looked mesmerized at the lights dancing on your beautiful skin. He coughed, tearing his gaze of your beauty so he wont be caugh.  “Its where I hided and came to relax when I was younger. here...I felt safe, felt free, felt like the stars and the lights sang me Gotham’s lullaby….* he sighs, remebering his childhood. the night he spends crying on the same spot, hugging his legs and letting Gotham’s light ease his fears. “You are the only one who knows about it.” Jason blushed looking at you, your face illuminated by the lights.

“I’ll keep as a secret!” You smiled, looking at his blushing face. “I promise” Jason smiled back at your closed eyed smile.  You grabbed his hand and he blushed even harder. “This will be our safe haven” your (e/c) eyes twinkled, as the light reflected on jason’s icy blue eyes. His smile became warmer as his heart beated almost like it was goign to explode.

“Yeah…ours” Jason smiled, looking up at the sky, his hold on your hand tighten.

He swallowed the butterflies in his stomach, he was afraid...

he had just fell in love with (y/n) (l/n).

///*\\\

Jason gave you a ride back to your home, you two decided to meet again next week to go to the movies. And that you could anytime go to his secret haven as it was yours too.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek as goodbye and entered your building. Once inside you let the blush and the silly smile free. Jason had make you all tingly.

You opened your door to find Damian sitting in the dark, he turned on the light as you entered the apartment.

“Where were you?”

“umm, out?” You closed to door and turned the lights on, then walked towards your room. Damian followed you.

“You said 2 hours!”

“And??”

“You were out for 3!”

“oh Damian, I’m so sorry! Did Tim leaved an hour ago? Have you eaten!?”

“He leaved half an hour ago and yes. I cooked as Drake can’t even do an omelet.”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?” You hugged him.

“…Take me to the zoo”

“Okay”

“AND you take me to eat on the new vegetarian place.”

“Okay!”

“Now, go to sleep, (y/n).”

“Okay…good night, dami” You kissed his forehead and he quickly kissed your cheek.

“Night, (y/n).” He opened his door and closed it behind him.

You smiled at his cuteness and closed your door, you changed into your pajamas and fell face first on the bed, you hugged your pillow.

Now you had even MORE conflicting feelings.

You felt your eyes closing from the tiredness of the day, your muscles relaxing and you fell asleep.

The last thing you saw was a mop of black hair setting next to you on the bed and hugging you, their head buried in your neck.

///*\\\

Oh snap.

It was Damian.

…

If you wake him up he’ll be all ashamed you found out and he will be angry.

On the other hand

If you pretended you were sleeping until he wakes up you’ll be late for your classes.

Dammit.

To be, or not to be: that is the question

OH

Maybe you could wake him up AND preted you are asleep!

Brilliant!

Thank you!

Softly you kissed his cheek and kicked him, when he started moving you turn your back to him and pretend you were asleep.

He woke up, looked as if you were asleep and leaved your room sneakily.

You smiled when he closed the door and high fived the air.

Your plan has worked!

You quickly got up, showered and brushed your teeth.

You prepared a quick breakfast for Dami and when you saw him enter the kitchen you bid him goodbye.

Damian started eating and contemplating how to ask you to come to his father’s gala next week.

He was cleaning his dishes when someone come in thought the windows. Damian glared and grabbed the broomstick, ready to kick the ass of whoever dared to enter HIS house-I mean (Y/N) house!

He sneacked up to the living room, and prepared to attack when the figured turned around.

“Grandfather?!”

[Continue reading in Chapter 7]

[iphoenixrising]

Window Seat

My soulmate @satire-please deserves all the love, so a bit more little Timmy with the Bats from here.

 **

The house is always quiet. Even when his mom and dad were home or Mrs. Mac was in the kitchen when he got home from school, the upstairs is always silent, like the museums where his parents donate what they find on digs. He thinks it’s always been like that.

No one ever goes to the upstairs attic, though. The dust is thick and settled, its’ own niche in Drake Manor. There’s one window to look out the back yard and off into the sea (and if you looked really, really hard, you could almost see Wayne Manor up on the bluffs, a dark silhouette in the dawn). The nights he didn’t go out into Gotham with his camera, he usually wound up here, squeezed into the non-existent seat to watch for the headlights of the large, black car that was unmistakable even in full dark.

And tonight, a few days after Robin saved him from a bad fall, and the extraordinary turn of events that put him in their direct path rather than an outsider that just knew their secret, he’s still waiting. At the time, he grudgingly turned over the box of photographs when Robin (Jason) and Nightwing (Dick) brought him home. They were working a hard case and would be gone for a few days, so he did what he was probably expected to do: promised to go to school and stay out of trouble.

He hasn’t gone out into Gotham, and hasn’t heard or bothered them since.  Which…is okay. It’s not a problem for him. He’s used to these kinds of things. Promises from grownups that never come to fruition. Coming home for his birthday. Taking him with them during Christmas break. Being there for the Science Fair.

Sometimes expectations fail. Sometimes you need another plan. Sometimes other things have to take precedent. All the real world truths.

So, it’s really okay. He gets it.

The vigilantes didn’t expect a kid to figure them out, not when they’ve got the whole world fooled. It makes sense they would want to give him something to look forward to, a “reward” for keeping quiet about their secret identities. (And it isn’t like he doesn’t realize how dangerous it is to know, how many of Batman’s enemies would come looking for him just to get the secret, how dangerous he is to them now just because he was too smart for his own good. He’s…he’s a liability.)

By the second night with no word, he’s convinced himself the whole thing is going to amount to checking in on him quarterly to make sure he keeps out of trouble, doesn’t call any attention to himself or them. It’s the adult thing to do. So, he’s going to give it a few weeks, wait until they’ve all but forgotten, and go back to his old haunts. He’ll have to be more careful they don’t catch him so he can’t slip up and accidentally almost kill himself again.

It’ll be fine. He’s got darker clothes to stay closer to the shadows and has been tinkering around with a shooting grapple gun like Robin used. He thinks he might have figured it out, but testing is really going to be the problem.

And…and it is fine (it’s disappointing but inevitable). They didn’t need some kid hanging around when they had criminals to stop and a city to save.

He’s sleepily convinced himself it was all for the best, he already had the one chance to live the life and shouldn’t be too greedy because the reality is nothing but trouble could come from stepping into their world. He could get hurt or die, he could get them hurt if he got caught and they had to come save him. Or they would finally get tired of dealing with him, his endless questions and terrible hand/eye coordination, his fanboy awe and clumsy stumbles, the odd moments when he can fit in the most awkward spaces to hide (like right now).

Eventually…it be the same as with his mom and dad. They’d just start leaving.

Tim sighs and forces himself to be reasonable because of course it’s better this way. Nothing would change (it’s okay, it could be worse). Besides, it was better than never coming back.

Right?

When the rumbling goes by the house, goes further, deeper into the woods, toward the only other home, he can let his eyes slide closed, glad they made it back from another night, and let himself drift off a little. No school tomorrow, no Mrs. Mac, no reason to get up early and make an appearance.

He’d probably read more on the coding manual he’d picked up from the library, ride his bike into the city for pizza and to hang out with Ives, then come back home before his curfew. He would wait it out a few weeks and then jump back to old habits, keeping out of their way, and staying in the shadows. Life would just—

Go on.

The world gets fuzzy and soft and dark, and even with the minor ache in his neck and back from the odd angle, even in the quiet upstairs, even though he knows it’s too cold to be sleeping up here, the dream starts out anyway…

“—glad we found him, Big Wing.” That’s…that’s Jason, isn’t it? (Jason, here? Nah)

“I wonder how long he’s been up here all alone?”

(It has to be a dream because they came looking for him…)

“Musta been a while. He’s freezin’.” The dream hand is warm on his forehead, so nice, not enough to make him want to come to reality, so he just snuffles against his arm and hums, not trying to swim to the surface of awake, not yet.

“Okay, okay. Not leaving Timmy by himself at night anymore. Check.” Dick sighs, his breath a puff in the cold, and cranes his neck to eye the configuration the kid squeezed through to get to the wide window ledge.

“B’s gonna talk ta his folks when they make it back ta town anyhow.” And Jason shakes his head, burrowing a little deeper in his jacket with bare face (doms keep the eyes warm, you feel him?). “Kid his age shouldn’t be left alone anyhow.”

“Nope, just circus brats and street kids, right Little Wing?” Dick glances over at his replacement with a wide grin (and if B is serious about keeping Timmy now that the business with Two-Face is over, he’s going to have to come around more to help corral two younger brothers).

“Yeah, some a’ us can take care of business, Dick. This kid? He don’t need ta be in a house alone like this. Ain’t right.” The current Robin just frowns at the small silhouette, eyebrows drawing together.

“Alfred has his room ready, so at least he’ll have somewhere warm with a window. How did he even get in there?” And Dick? Is an acrobat and this configuration is making him flinch.

But Jay just smirks back, “Wiry little shit, apparently. Already fittin’ in.”

“Apparently. Let’s get him out of there, shall we Robin?”

And he huffs drowsily, swimming in and out of consciousness, the lack of sleep in the last few days making him sink further down where the voices are muffled, muted.

He might make some grunting sound when dream hands lift his heavy limbs, weightlessness like this a foreign concept, but it’s not like dreams where you step down abruptly and jar awake. It’s warm and smells like leather, Kevlar, and musk. And his brain gives him what he wants in the dream, soft cotton to fist his hands into without having to do anything more than sigh.

“Poor little guy is tuckered out. We shouldn’t have left him so long. It doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping.”

The transition is down, steps, his blurry mind supplies.

“He chases us through Gotham, yeah? Sleep probably ain’t even in his vocabulary.”

“He’s so small, Little Wing. He needs to sleep.”

“He needs goddamned parents, Dickie.”

“It’s okay,” is breathed against his hair, “he has us now.”

“Sure, sure. Lotta grown ass men what dress up in tights n’ masks. Normal as they come.”

“Hey! It’s not a bad life, you know. I turned out just fine, thank-you very much.”

A grunt in reply and something warm tucked around him before the air shifts and it’s cold, making his small body tighten again, start to swim a little closer to consciousness. But he’s snuggled higher, closer to strength and warmth.

(All the good things)

“Ah. I see you two have managed to ferret out the missing Master then?”

“Shoulda seen ‘im, Alf. Alla way up in the attic window.”

“You have a similar propensity for small spaces, Master Jason. Master Dick as well if memory serves. Very high, small spaces to be precise.”

“Not my fault there’s so many in the Manor, Alfred. Those are the perfect places to explore.”

“Hm,” the car doors close as Alfred Pennyworth shuts his young charges in (three now, not including you, Master Bruce. He is not getting any younger, you understand?) and moves to the driver’s side through the chill.

Master Jason and Master Dick continue a quiet conversation while the child sleeps on and the dark forests pass them by. Alfred inputs when necessary with the usual plans on the next few nights of patrol ahead of them sans the Batman, and it does the butler’s heart good to see them finally getting along. Just as he told the worrywart that is his eldest charge, the two needed time to find their own way. Time and exposure, more appropriately.

As Alfred is well aware, the life his family leads, one of the night, one of pain and bruises and burns, one of trauma after trauma with only the strength of will and people in need to drive them, it required a certain amount of humanity to maintain. The strength of their bonds, to lean on one another in times of need, had been the hardest lesson for Master Bruce to learn as the Batman,, and one he would daresay he failed to pass it down to his sons. Fortunately, when a certain little robin that lost something so precious so young, the lesson for Master Bruce had begun and would continue for a second so in need, he would take on any fight just to survive, and would, of course, extend to the small one they are carrying up the staircase of Wayne Manor as he sleeps the sleep of the innocent.

Alfred and Master Dick take his shoes off and manage pajama bottoms, tucking the little boy in with care.

Only once did he wake up slightly, blinking fuzzily without move his heavy head from the pillow.

“This is such a nice dream, Mr. Alfred.”

A gentle hand to his head, smoothing down his too long hair, “go back to sleep, Young Sir. We shall be here when you wake in the morning.”

And Timmy hums again, smiling, snuggling down into the comfortable mattress and pillow. He’s fine sleeping until morning, to keep the dream for as long as he can (and maybe….maybe it would be okay to just not have to wake up).