#damian and titus my beloved

[flyrobinflyy]

once i have a damian focused fic idea that doesn’t fizzle out within a few pages nobody will be safe from the dog related info dumping that will occur within

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

[nosyrobin]

|| WHEN UNCLE!READER GETS SICK AND THE BATBOYS HEAR ABOUT IT ||

Coughing, sneezing, raspy voice, achy body. Oh dear, you got a cold. Shaking like a damn leaf on a windy day, you called your brother. Bruce immediately picks up the phone, you knew he was in the bat cave. Hearing the bat-computer keys and talking. You could only roll your eyes as you talked to him. “Can’t make it. I’m sick” you said. He responded it with a “sick? Stay home. I’ll send Alfred to make you some soup Y/N.” You could only nod before coughing a storm up. If you could see your brother now, he would be frowning with concern.

“It’s not….deadly is it?” “What?! Bruce, no. It’s a cold. Yknow how I get.” You said closing your eyes about to hang up and rest. Bruce only sighed for the other side of the phone. “Alright.” “And Bruce.” “Yeah?” “DONT let the boys know I’m sick. Yknow how they get when I’m sick…” sadly they found out. You didn’t know how or when. But of course you knew who found out first.

Tim found out first, first because you didn’t show to the manor on the daily time you always do. Tim notice Alfred picking up your favorite soup you eat when sick when you use to live here at the manor when he was Robin. Tim frowned, you’re sick. You’re sick, alone, withering away in bed. What kind of nephew would he be if his dear uncle is not with company. So with that, he grabbed some doctor gloves, a face mask, hand sanitizer and Lysol. He was prepared. When Alfred went away to secure the packed soup, Tim took the packed up soup and ran out the door to drive to your house.

Jason surprisingly was the second to find out. He lives with you, like a roommate kinda of thing? So why in the world would he be second? Because he was too busy bleeding out in the manor after a fight and he had to stay in the same manor over night before you had gotten sick. Jason had seen Tim run out the door when he came down the stairs. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion as he also sen that the packed soup was the kind of soup you ate only if you were sick or terribly hungry. But since he knew you weren’t in the manor, he went with the former and immediately dressed up to go see his sick uncle.

Damian, he always knows when something is going on. But he definitely knows when something is going on when he sees his two brothers leave the manor. “Uncle’s sick Titus. Drake has his favorite soup and Todd has his favorite book. Pathetic, they forgot uncle’s heated up blanket.” Damian says with a smirk. Certainly holding it as Titus barks at his owner. “Guess we will pay my uncle a visit, I’ll see you later.” The brown skinned boy said as he pats his beloved dog. Leaving the manor with a shortcut to your house.

Dick was last, and was mad knowing that no one informed him that you were sick! Like cmon, he’s the first Robin and he had more of a bond with you when he was little! So how could his brothers leave him in the dust like that! He immediately got off work and speeded over to your house. He got some of your snacks, a “get well soon” card. And just some flowers, it was perfect. Perfect for the “favorite” nephew of course.

Tim was first at your door and entered using a copy of your spare key, then Jason shoulder rushed Tim like a football player, Damian was going through your window, and dick…dick just stood there watching his little brothers cause havoc. The soup was saved by Damian sliding to catch it, Tim almost had a heart attack as Jason just glares at all the brothers in his “home.”

Damian smirks, ready to get the “best nephew” award by handing you the soup you desire when sick. That was before Jason picked him like a stray cat. “What the hell you’re doing here demon?” “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Helping uncle.” Damian says with a glare. Dick takes Damian out of Jason’s bear grip and then helps Tim up. “Well, arguing isn’t going to help. Let’s just see how unc is doing guys.” All the boys nod in agreement, going inside your room. Tim still looks like a doctor so he was the last one in.

You were surprised, very surprised to see all four of your brother’s kids and your nephews at your house smiling as if they didn’t just break in. You heard them, but you thought you were just hallucinating. Damian gave you the still hot and ready soup on your night stand and your blanket. He wanted to get on your bed and lay with you, but you shook your head no. Not wanting to get him sick. Jason just sat down in a chair you have in your room, watching you closely like a hawk in case something happens. Tim was taking your temperature, asking you about the medicine you have taken. Basically a worried baby worried for his poor “old” uncle. Dick just lays the basket of things he bought for you. Smirking as he made a comment about how he is obviously the “favorite” nephew. That made everyone mad, cue to loud arguing and Damian ready to jump his brother.

As much as the boys loved you, they acted as if you were on your death bed. Which made you kinda mad, but at least they care for you a lot. But the constant arguing was not helping you as headaches started to attack. You coughed loudly as you felt your eyes droop more. You hated being sick, but you mostly hated your peace being ruined.

“Out! Out now!” You yelled with a raspy voice, all the boys stop. Frowning before leaving, except for Jason who stood there with crossed arms. “I live here unc…” you glare before throwing a box of tissues at your buffed up nephew who didn’t seem phased at all. “Not as of now mister, you stay at the manor or whatever you go until I get better.” Jason stayed silent before leaving. Not before putting a bottled up medicine by your bed, with a small note that says “get better.”

[bubbless-s]

૮꒰ ˶Biting as a love language with our favourite hero boys. ˶꒱ა⍣

- ʚɞ genre : fluff

- ʚɞ warnings: OOC

Masterlist

Ben tennyson

• Yelps the first time you do it.

• Over dramatic about it.

• “Why are you eating me.”

• Or cocky theres no between.

• “Am I that handsome that you wanna eat me up??”

•Asks Gwen about it 😭

• After a good while he starts to bite you back as gently as he could.

• It became an inside joke somehow.

• In the summer you can see Bens arms covered in slight teeth marks.

• He doesn’t mind but WILL tease you about it.

• “According to my partner Im tastiest snack out there.”

Lloyd Garmadon

• Bites back in an instant like it’s an instinct.

• “Ah sorry my sunshine-“

• You two have a good laugh about it.

• Imagine the legendary green ninja covered in your teeth marks.

• Kai teases him about it(?)

• Demands kisses everytime after you bite him.

• One bite= one kiss

• Not that it hurts Lloyd it’s like—you give him cuteness aggression.

• You biting Lloyd 🤝 Lloyd blowing raspberries on your stomach.

• Pretty chill with it.

• Doesn’t even mind that sometimes your bites hurt.

Damian Wayne

• “Are you pretending to be Titus?”

• It might seem shocking what Im about to say but he doesn’t really mind— I mean you’re his beloved partner after all!

• The only rule is that you can’t do it in public and only in private.

• Imagine he gets back from a mission or something and you give him the look.

• “Beloved don’t tell me you wanna munch on my skin again.”

• Jokes rarely exit Damians mouth.

• But it looks like he is having great fun with telling you that you and his dog might be related!

• Since you both seem to bite out of affection.

• “Pretending Im your chew toy again?” Damian would say in a ‘mean’ tone. Yes he is joking.

• Don’t get me wrong he would drop kick if someone else does this to him.

• Damian just loves you too much.

[redhood414]

okay so I have a idea for a Damian Wayne x reader if you are up for it (don’t worry it’s tooth rotting fluff)

say Damian is introducing yn to all of his pets and accidentally mentions Goliath his giant dragon bat pet and after hearing he has one more pet they have never met they beg him to introduce them to Goliath and he hesitantly does worrying they will freak out but instead fall’s absolutely in love with goliath and even cuddles him treating him like a puppy making Damian fall more in love with yn

or

maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

I love this idea so much! Thanks for sharing your idea with me!

Warnings: non. Just fluff and Damian being a cutie.

Pets and love.

You and Damian have been dating for a while now. He's changed over the years as well, became a big softie towards you and very protective. Damian was the kind of lover who was only soft for you, like come on, you're not going to expect him to be soft for other people? People. Not pets. For pets he's always soft, but somehow you haven't had the chance to meet his pets.

Damian was laying with you in his bed while your head was on his chest, listening peacefully to his heartbeat while one off his hands were going through your hair and the other was on your waist. Suddenly you noticed a picture, two dogs were on it. "Hey babe?" You asked, turning your head to look up at him. Damian looked down on you and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, beloved? What is it?" He asked, not stopping with stroking your hair. "You never told me you had pets." You said, going to sit up and pointing at the picture on his desk with the dogs. "Oh, haven't I? My apologies, beloved." He sits up as well, hugging you from behind. "On the picture, those are Ace and Titus." You smiled excitedly. "Can I meet them?? Pretty, please?" You looked at him with your oh so beautiful eyes he can't say no to. He can say no to a lot off things and he's normally easy to say no to someone or something but to those eyes? No way.

So here you two were, now downstairs. "Alfred, where are Titus and Ace?" Damian asked Alfred. Alfred looked in surprise at you. "Ah, miss y/n. I didn't know you were over to visit." He smiled politely and gave a nod. You smiled back. "Damian invited me since he knows I'm in holiday for a while. To spend some quality time with him." In the corner of your eyes you could see Damian getting a pit pinky on his cheeks and you couldn't help but chuckle, kissing his cheeks. Damian cleared his throat and focused on Alfred. "So, as I was asking, do you know where they are?" "I believe master Dick and master Tim are outside, playing with them. Master Dick forced master Tim to take a break so he took Ace and Titus as an excuse." Alfred said, nodding to outside. You grinned when you heard his brothers' names. Dick and Tim were great guys. Before Damian could say anything you grabbed his hand and dragged him. "Come on!!"

When arrived outside, you could see two dogs chasing a ball and a stick. Dick encouraged one off the dogs. "Come on Ace, go fetch!!" Damian and you joined them. Tim looked at you and smiled. "Y/n, good to see you again. How are you?" Dick looked over as well with surprise and then hugged you and gave a teasing smirk at Damian who rolled his eyes. "I'm good!" You said with a smile. "Soo what's up?" Dick asked, looking at Damian. "Y/n wanted to meet my pets." At hearing Damian's name Ace rushed towards him, jumping up on Damian to give him a big lick on his cheek. Your heart melted at the sight. Damian may not be fond of people, but animals? He's the softest. Titus came also, greeting Damian as well. When they saw you, they started sniffing you and licking your hand, Titus jumped up first to try and lick your face. Damian frowned. "Titus, down." You shook your head. "It's fine!" You laughed, petting them both. "By the way, Alfred knocked something off you over today, you should really watch him." Tim said to Damian. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, the butler, knocking something over?? Dick saw your confused expression and laughed. "He means Alfred the cat." "You have a cat??" Your eyes sparkled as you looked at Damian. "Yes, I do. He's probably with the Bat-cow." Your eyes sparkled. And a cow too?! Does he have every animal alive??

In the stable when you saw the cat and the cow you couldn't keep your hands off them both. The cat purred against your leg and the cow nudged it's head against your hand to per her. "Were those all your pets, baby?" You ask Damian ask you continue patting the two animals. Damian shook his head and started too say something. "No, I have Goli-...no that's all I mean.." He cleared his throat. You can't know he has a pet dragon. It'll scare you away and of all the things in his life, you're the one thing he can't loose. "Goli...?" You encourage. Having heard a half name. But not fully yet. Damian was hesitating to tell you. "So, beloved, if I tell you this, you can't tell anyone or be scared okay?" You nod, frowning as you listen to him. "His name is Goliath. He's my dragon." Your eyes widen and you stare in surprise at him. "Your...what now?" You weren't screaming so that was good. "Yes...uh..it's a long story on how I met him. I can show you a picture though. Of him" you nod your head with excitement and lean over his shoulder to look with him at his phone. "Aw he's so cute!!" Damian tried to surpress a grin when you said that, but failed. He gave you a kiss on your cheek. Did he tell you already he loved you? Oh yes probably, why not say it anyways?

"I love you more then anything, beloved."

[thesuperiorrobin]

Message between the two of you

(I’m like so mad bc I deleted social media and I went back to redownloading it but the app got taken off the app store 😒”

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Y/n: you have money right?

Damian: no I’m dirt broke poor.

What kind of questions is that?

Y/n: Jesus i was just making sure 😒

But anyway!

Can you do me a huge favor?

Damian: anything for you

Y/n: Can you like buy Apple and then make a single pink heart emoji? Bc these 💕💗💖💞💓 are not like this ❤️♥️💙💜💛🖤

Damian: what’s wrong with those?

Y/n: everything!

Like can you believe they made this 🫀but couldn’t make a fucking pink emoji.

Damian: I’ll see what I can do

Y/n Thank you 😘

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Y/n: okay so about the math homework

Damian: I’ll send you the answers

Y/n: thx Pookie-bear😘

Damian: you can do it on your own

Y/n: OKAY SORRY

Thank you Mr. Al Ghul Wayne😌

Damian: Pookie-bear is fine with me

Y/n: never thought Id see the Damian wayne type Pookie bear.

Damian: beloved do you want the answers or not?

Y/n: yes please🤲

Thx babes love you with all my heart 😘

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Damian: open your window

Y/n: no.

Damian: are you still mad at me beloved?

Y/n: no

Damian: your foods going to get cold if you don’t open up

Y/n: ugh fine give me a minute

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Damian: what the hell is twilight?!

Todd won’t stop talking about it

Y/n: OMG ITS LIKE A CINEMATIC MASTER PIECE.

Hold I have the DVDs. Your front gates and doors better be open by the time I get there.

Damian: Do we have too??

Y/n: you Don’t wanna spend time with your girlfriend? 🥹

Even after you’ve been gone for a month straight 🥹

Damian: my gates and doors are open.

Y/n: good. Be prepared to have your mind blown by this weird, cringy, funny, sad, supernatural films.

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Y/n: we should get married in Las Vegas

Y’know like elope or something

Weddings in Las Vegas are actually cheap

Just say fuck it and Start a new life after and get new identities. And get away from it all

Damian: that doesn’t sound bad actually

But you deserves more then just a crappy five dollar wedding at Las Vegas out of all places. We’re better then that. 

You, beloved, deserve a grand wedding, with so many people, a perfect dress, perfect decor perfect everything.

Y/n: Can Titus be our ring bearer?🥹

Damian: anything you want it to be. Heck Drake can be the the flower boy. We’ll see our options after we graduate high school—————————————————————————

Do you think Jason’s team Edward or team Jacob

I think he’s team Edward.

Same thing with Damian. Is he a Edward or Jacob fan. 🤔🤔🤔🤔

[dairy-farmer]

Back to preach the church of my beloved! Civilian Tim! \( ^o^)/ rejoice!

You know who's LONELY? Damian.

He comes to the house of his Father to find not the titan his mother spoke of, but a broken man. One who is pulling himself together, slowly, painfully, with the help of his friends.

It seems SOMEONE ratted him out Clark Kent and Diana Prince, two totally random civilians *cough cough*. And they knew it was SERIOUS if an informant took the time to track down their secret identity. Pulled Bruce back from the edge as only his PEERS and EQUALS can. Yes sir, no emotional support Robin's HERE!

But... that is the problem.

The LAST Robin is now Todd. Who DIED in that uniform. Father is VEHEMENTLY against him wearing anything of the sort. All efforts to prove his worth only serving to somehow prove he is NOT worthy. He... he does not understand.

He takes Titus for another walk.

He is talking him for many walks, these days.

Accidentally wanders closer to a neighboring Manor then he intended. Wait... it's not empty? Aren't the Drake's in Peru? He checks his phone. They are. Then... who?

There, in the sunroom, is Timothy Drake. And he is BEAUTIFUL. Camera in hand, he has set up an artistic display, is attempting to capture just the right angle. Is made soft and golden in the light. Surrounded by lush greenery in Gothams otherwise bleak and stubborn weeds. He manages his shot. Face made soft in his little triumph, a private grin only Damian is there to witness.

Damian's mouth feels dry. His heart races. Face hot.

Everything feels different, after that day.

There is so much to LEARN.

Timothy is top of his class, unsurprisingly. A master of skateboarding. Has entered, WON, many of Gotham's Photography competitions. The compositions he enters are of course, exquisite. Damian studies all of it. His food preferences. How he takes his tea. What clothing he will and will not tolerate. His ideological stances. His internet history. Preferred camera brands.

Timothy is... is alone. Like him. Brilliant and unappreciated. The Heir made for the sake of an heir, who's Father's do not know what to do with them. The Drake's thought to marry him off, once. Before he came out. Are supportive but had no secondary plans. They barely had plans to begin with. Timothy endures.

They... they could be great together. Damian watches. Sees. How Timothy slips on his mask of social grace and affablility. A charming little prince. Perfectly calculated smiles and practiced PR laughs. Made to be loved by the elite. To be without flaw. It exhausts him.

Leaves stiff shoulders and aching feet. He could sooth them. Together, he could so easily imagine how they would lead this city to a better age. Him the Night, Timothy the Prince. Galas and bloodshed and Together. Never lonely again.

No one notices him watching.

He was trained by the best after all. And Bruce is too wrapped up in his drama to look. Damian... fixates. As only his mother's son could possibly fixate.

Tim? His attempts at dating end in abject failure. Every peer he tries to date? Some how their family gets exposed for criminals and they either end up in jail or leaving Gotham. A school mate? Gang or Goon, much the same. Dating site! Maybe date someone OUTSIDE of Gotham, he thinks.

Suddenly ghosted. Or they ALSO turn out to be criminals.

It's getting to be ridiculous.

It's like someone's taking out the competition or something! He throws back a drink in aggravation. Happy 18th Baby Wayne. Wooo. GDI he's gonna die single. Tim hides in a corner and sulks. I mean... what were the ODDS that the last one was a SUPERVILLIAN? Good apparently! Since this keeps happening!

Then? Oh.

Oh Baby Wayne Grew UP. Muscles for daaaays. Is that his favorite cologne? Huh, weird coincidence. Nice though. It's like someone tried to bundle every one of his preferences into one person. Aaand he's being DELIGHTFULLY manhandled back into a quiet corner~ Hello~~☆ Hi~♡

Damian? Here for his husband. They will be courting now. He has come to seduce you. Has everything planned out. Pick a season for our wedding and a preferred venue, he has everything else ready to go. Now excuse him while he eats you out until you cry, Timothy Wayne.

Drags you back to his bedroom and fills you, until you forget where you end and he begins. Fulfills every fantasy you've ever had and creates more you've dared not dream off. Desecrates every single surface we can find, until the whole Manor is painted with us. Then do it again in yours.

Damians long term plan pays off. He is an obsessive lil freak but Tim's deeply kinda into that. Does the AL Ghul name proud! Everyone else is horrified~☆

-🐼🐼🐼

damitim

damian obsessing over tim because of his emotionally absent father makes perfect sense!!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i feel like secret!reader would be the bunny owner type

Here's... not that.

You look up from checking on Titus, keeping up a running commentary o what you're doing and how he's looking. To see Damian standing in the doorway.

"He'll be thrilled to see you," you assure him. "He's doing well. No fever. Just some pain."

"You did good work," Damian said, "Thank you." He knew he should say he was wrong about you. He should apologize. But- right now he only had one question. "How do you move so quietly?"

"My uncle was a wildlife photographer," you explain, smiling a little. "He taught me."

Damian huffed and stepped forward, stroking Titus' head and smiling a little when he licked sleepily at his hands, tail twitching. "Is that why you became a veterinarian?"

"Partly," you acknowledge. "Mostly the family business just didn't need me. My sister was the one they planned on. I was just a spare- hedging their bets I guess."

He scoffed again and looked at you. Your scars are covered. Mostly. He can see a flash of scar tissue on your forearm where your sleeve is pulled up, and gloves obscured your hands. And a turtleneck obscured where your throat had been slashed. But nothing could hide the voice. At odds with your kind eyes. Still, he nodded slightly. It didn't bother Titus. He leaned into your patting and his tongue lolled out- undignified to be sure but. He was still on some drugs, it was forgivable under the circumstances.

You smile a little and turn to go. Anxious to be home. To hug your cat and crawl into your more familiar bed, only to collide with Bruce on your way to get your things. "Thank you," he said sincerely, glancing at where his son was stroking his beloved pet.

"Any time," you answer, avoiding his eyes, hiding your hands in your pockets, feeling uncomfortable.

"We'll call," Bruce said nodding, "You're the first vet Damian hasn't reduced to tears."

"Well," you snort ruefully, "He does know how hard I can swing a bat."

"There is that," Bruce chuckled. He should probably not laugh. But then- Damian HAD been warned. He just hadn't realized it wasn't just Jason he'd have to contend with. And Bruce figured it was a lesson well learned.

[science-lings]

Extra details bc polls have a character limit and I am a certified yapper

1- Naturally quiet Bruce my beloved, selectively mute even. He knows he's bad at words and if he doesn't know what to say he just doesn't say anything at all and that is not good for being a decent communicator. Thankfully Cass doesn't need words to know, so they just hang out without saying a single thing.

2- Brucie is who he is when he HAS to interact with people and HAS to come off as 'normal' and it has never been who he really is. Also, this guy fixates on strategizing and some of the most random things with the excuse that it could be useful at some point, he has trouble in social and emotional situations. Yes, Battinson opened my eyes to this concept and I am not letting it go.

3-As much as I like the masks having glowing white lenses, I need them to put makeup on each other for crime-fighting reasons. Battinsons raccoon eyes are so important to me. I want to see him carefully putting some green eye makeup on a hyperactive 9 yo Dick Grayson RIGHT NOW

4-Titus and Ace have gone through therapy dog training (specifically for PTSD) and the rest are only qualified because they make Damian feel better, they don't actually get much special treatment. He just likes introducing people to his emotional support cow/turkey/bat-dragon-demon creature/ Alfred (cat).

5- I think canonically he can cook and the joke is that haha he needs Alfred to do everything for him but like this guy went alone off the grid for years and can in fact take care of himself or at least his basic health needs. The thing is that when he cooks he gets distracted while things are cooking and forgets to put on timers. He just puts food low on the scale of things that are important to pay attention to so if anything comes up to take his attention he's screwed. He works better if he's part of a group of people cooking or there's someone there to tell him to pay attention.

6- I think while the Waynes were alive, Alfred was mostly pretty distant, he was part of the staff even if he was one of their favorites. He wasn't Bruce's nanny or anything. But he was trusted by them and they didn't trust any other family to take care of Bruce in the event of their death. Even after the Incident, Alfred wasn't really prepared to raise a child, I feel like we always make Alfred the emotionally intelligent one when he mostly raised Bruce post-horrific trauma. I don't think Alfred is perfect, I think there was always that barrier keeping him and Bruce from really connecting during his childhood.

Bruce saw everyone leave, his parents, the rest of the staff, and he is convinced that one wrong move means that Alfred will leave him too so he doesn't want to do something wrong and drive his last person away. Even though he is a traumatized child filled with rage, every time it becomes too much and he gets into a fight or breaks something he is terrified that means Alfred will find someone else to take care of him. Slowly this fear fades but it comes back when he turns 18 bc that's when he becomes an adult which means Alfred won't be obligated to stick around. But it comes and goes and Alfred is... still there? It's only at this point that he starts to think of Alfred as part of his family and over the years he actually allows himself to think of Alfred as his father.

7- I don't think I have to explain this one, I think he has a weird relationship with sex and will seduce people for the Mission but has never been particularly into it. Sometimes he does it because that's what his partners want but if no one asks for it or there's no outside reason to do it, he has better things to do. Maybe he's even uncomfortable with it but can do it to keep up pretenses and because that's what Brucie would do.

8- I think the big scary vampire-coded vigilante should take off his big scary cape and wrap it around his kids and carry them off into the night. It's good for people going into shock as well. I think it is secretly very warm. It is also a good hiding place for robins of a certain size. Full-grown Jason would have trouble hiding there but its blanket use is still fully applicable.

9-We typically only see the big cavern with all the vehicles and the batcomputer but I think it would be fun if that was just the Hub of the cave system. There are tunnels that lead to labs and rooms made for the creation and upkeep of armor and other vigilante wear, there are quarantine rooms and containment vaults, target ranges and a surgery center and so much more. It is a labyrinth in there and there is always a new section being worked on. There is also a tunnel that leads to the Drake residence which made it especially easy for Tim to sneak home when he needed to.

10- how is this 40(?) yo man doing the splits while fighting, he does flips, how is he moving like that. He's not just a big strong guy, he's also fast and evasive and I like to think that aside from the lack of quips, he did a pretty good job convincing ppl he was Nightwing that one time.

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(Idk if ur rq are open bc I can't find any indication of it being, but I hope it is and if it isn't km sorry and h can just ignore this until they are!!)

Maybeee bat boys x reader who zones out a lot and tends to make faces according to what she's thinking abt. Like a smile or frown. And sometimes when they ask her what's up she's all secretive and what not.

Thank you!!

I dunno if I did this right but here ya go!

Dick makes a game out of it and tries to guess what you were thinking about.

Even if you don’t tell him why you’re smiling or making a face of thought, he is surprisingly good at being able to figure it out regardless, but for every expression he gets wrong you’d have to give him double the kisses for the ones he gets right to make up for it.

He loves watching your face contort like a ventriloquist through a rapid fire of emotions depending on what your mind has decided to remind you of, and today it was the memory of Hayley in her Halloween costume of Nightwing, just to match with Dick in his Nightwing suit as he prepared to enter the bloodhaven annual Nightwing contest.

Basically a contest where people deduce if anyone had a similar ass shape to Nightwing himself, a contest you find ridiculous but the imagine of Hayley in her Halloween costume was the sweetest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on, that you couldn’t help but smile widely at.

You had albums full of Hayley in her Halloween costume with Dick photobombing in the background.

‘What’s on that pretty little mind of yours sweetheart?’ Dick would often ask.

‘Something silly.’ You’d reply with on the odd occasion as to keep him guessing, finding his attempts fun and only giving him pity kisses when he got a majority of them wrong. He had only got a handful right before but on all the other occasions he’s fails spectacularly.

‘Something silly like the time I lost the nightwing contest to Jason that one time?’ He answers wrongly but you couldn’t help but give him a pity kiss for being somewhat right but wrong simultaneously.

‘Sure darling.’ You’d say as you went back to zoning out on Hayley in her Halloween costume while dick burrows his face into your neck, murmuring about how of all people did Jason won the contest when they look nothing alike before going on about how Jason was a brick shit house in comparison to his muscular yet flexible body.

You’ll have to give him more pity kisses to ease his bruised ego by saying he wins all the Nightwing contests in your eyes. When in reality Hayley wins them all just for the fact of being adorable.

Damian found it weird at first for your face to be expressive, believing that it would make you an easy target for others to take advantage of.

Now however he finds it to be a way of expressing how you actually felt in comparison to the words that escape your mouth. He often discouraged zoning out as it would lead to unfavourable outcomes, but when you zone out and your face becomes soft Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking at you with a soft expression of his own.

‘What are you think about my beloved?’ He’d ask you as he hugs you from behind, resting his head upon your shoulder.

‘Nothing that you would find investing my love.’ You replied softly as the fond smile on your face grew the more you thought about the one time Damian chased Titus throughout the mansion because the Great Dane has somehow stole his robin suit and wouldn’t let go.

Damian kisses your shoulder. ‘Are you sure it’s not something I should be concerned about?’ He’d then ask.

You smile softly. ‘Not at all dami, just a funny thought is all.’ You told him while moving your head to kiss his forehead as though to calm his own thoughts. He hums, not believing you for a second from the mischievous glint in your eyes but was more than willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, just because he adored you so much.

‘As you wish my treasure.’ Your thoughts were your thoughts and Damian wouldn’t pry into them unless you wanted him to, so he just watched your expression carefully and deduced what you were feeling and link it to whatever memory would gain an happy, fond expression and leave it at that.

Jason loves your expressive face, he really does and will playfully pester you about what you were asking a face at while softly pinching your sides as you giggled.

Jason loved watching you as you zone out, perhaps reminiscing about a recent memory or other, and watching your face show how you felt about that particular moment.

‘Whatcha thinking about chipmunk?’ He’d ask from his place on the kitchen counter that he chose to admire you from. ‘Was it about little old me?’ He’d then ask cheekily as you playfully groan, shoving a hand to his face and pushing him away.

‘As if.’ You’d reply before walking away but Jason will continue to pester you about what you were thinking for the rest of the day. He’s just a little shit that you’ve come to love more then anything. Your thoughts were more than not occupied by how comfortable he had gotten with you over the course of your relationship and how happy you were for him.

Though you’d never say such a thing in front of him as he’ll use it against you however he could while giving you the softest, most beloved look upon his gorgeous face. Jason was your weakness and the only thing that you always thought about whether it be his autopsy scars, his white ruff of hair that you found immensely adorable and his plush lips that you want to kiss constantly.

Jason is more then content in just watching your face, but don’t be surprised that he kisses your furrowed brow when he sees your face become troubled, he wants his sweetheart to be happy not troubled because that’s what you deserve. You don’t need words to describe how happy you were for Jason to be able to read the emotion crossing your face, and Jason was more than happy to be of reassurance for when you needed it.

Bruce is amused whenever you made a face at something, or nothing in particular.

Like Damian he views it as a way of expressing your inner most feelings towards something or someone without having to vocalise it. It intrigues him as it’s not often that he comes across someone who wears their emotions across their face like you, after all Gotham if filled with some of the most guarded people to ever exist, him included.

It’s fascinating but even he got a little curious when you were smiling a little too widely one day, silently chuckling to yourself as you tried to get ready for bed.

‘What is making you laugh my dear.’ Bruce would ask as he sets aside his novel, moving to his side to look at you while the hand at your waist drew soothing patterns into your skin.

‘Nothing.’ You said as you chuckled.

‘Are you sure it’s nothing? Seems like you might be reminiscing of the time at the iceberg lounge where I mistakenly striped down to my boxers and tabletop danced.’ Bruce replied and all you could do is look at him with a somewhat shocked expression, you knew he was good but you kept forgetting just how good he was at deducting it always caught you off guard.

‘How-‘ you began.

‘Detective remember.’ Bruce chuckled slightly as he kissed your forehead.

‘But that was too specific of a memory for you to guess correctly.’ You rebutted, wanting to know how he knew about that particular memory.

‘It’s not too difficult for me to differentiate between the facial expressions you have towards each and every time you zone out my dear, so while it maybe impossible to believe but to me it’s as easy as breathing.’ Bruce replied as he brought you into his chest. He really did take the time out of his day to memories and learn the smallest of differences between your facial expressions, so much to the point where could tell whether the thing you were zoning out on was a good memory or not.

‘I’m not sure whether to be flattered or not.’ You murmured to yourself as you rested again his strong chest, tracing the many, many scars it possessed with featherlight touches and affection in the form of small kisses pepper against them.

Bruce only tightens his hold on you and kisses the top of your head as he hums. ‘Flattered preferably as the expression you make is sweet and warm.’ He tells you with his voice heavy with sleep.

‘Flattery it is.’ You said sluggishly as you cuddled yourself into his chest, clinging onto him for dear life as he kept you close, presenting the door his back out of his need to keep you safe and secure.

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: sickness, emeto (not graphic because ya girl is emetophobic, just mentioned)

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

enjoy a damian-centric chapter of bentley flexing his i-care-about-you-but-i-don’t-really-know-what-i’m-doing-and-i’m-terrified muscles (bentley really steps up in this chapter and pushes through his initial anxiety for someone else’s benefit, and I’m proud of him 🥲)

also BENTLEY & DAMIAN MY BELOVED

(ps got tired of editing so ignore misspellings.)

part twenty-one

❝ ROBIN DOWN ❞

SATURDAY — 9:30AM — DAY 84

DAMIAN WAYNE WAS A CREATURE OF HABIT. Very precise, very particular habit, and he despised breaking it. Everybody knew what to expect from him, to an extent. He always left his room at the same time every day. (Seven-fifteen on weekdays and eight on weekends.) He took Titus to play outside for exactly forty-five minutes as soon as he got home from school. He spent an hour every day working on art, usually after he did his homework, and Bentley heard his door close at three-twenty every single morning when he got done patrolling as Robin.

So, Bentley assumed he was rightfully anxious when he’d been downstairs for nearly an hour and a half and Damian hadn’t emerged yet.

It was a cloudy, freezing Saturday morning — Alfred had shipped himself off to England for his sabbatical, and Bruce was out of town for Wayne Enterprises business. (Or Batman business, Bentley didn’t know.) Dick had stayed the night at the Manor the night before but left early that morning for something, quote-on-quote, urgent. Bentley assumed Nightwing was needed somewhere, so he assured him they’d be fine staying with Duke (aka the only other person in the manor) while he was gone.

Tim was at work. He hadn’t been at the manor for the past couple days. Bentley didn’t really know why, but a fight with Damian wasn’t far fetched, and that seemed to be why he left the most. Jason… well, Bentley had no earthly idea what Jason was doing, but he wasn’t at the manor a lot. Steph was probably working on college stuff, Cass was at some overnight event for her dance studio, and Bentley was sitting at the kitchen island, anxiously chopping the tiniest slice of leftover breakfast casserole into practically microscopic pieces.

Duke was cramming for his SATs, he’d said, and that sounded important, so Bentley didn’t intend to bother him. Although he’d assured them they could come to him if they needed anything, that offer flew in one of Bentley’s ears and out the other just like it always did. 

So he sat, staring at the little green clock above the oven and watched the numbers flip from 9:31 to 9:32. It was weird having a nearly empty manor. Weird, but peaceful, if Bentley hadn’t been so worried.

Damian was never late. Not when school got canceled for weather, not when they had nothing planned on a lazy Saturday, not when Dick stayed the night in his room, never. Bentley had been living with the Wayne’s for well over two months and Damian had never faltered on his routine. Until today.

Bentley had thought about going to knock on the door, but he didn’t want to bother him if he was doing something important or sleeping. Even though he’d ended up not being absolutely terrifying like Bentley thought, he still didn’t want to annoy him.

So, instead, he watched the numbers change from 9:32 to 9:33.

At 9:37, after Bentley’s casserole was more of a slop from all of the nervous chopping, light footsteps thudded down the stairs.

He glanced through the breezeway that connected the kitchen, dining room, and entryway, and saw a green hoodie go by on the stairs. He stared at his own plate for a few silent moments, and then Damian walked in from the leftmost entrance to the kitchen.

Bentley knew something was wrong as soon as he saw him. His tan face was flushed — only slightly — and his brown eyes were dull and sort of glazed-over looking. His posture was more slack than normal, hunched over the tiniest, smallest bit, and the first thing that popped into Bentley’s head was that Robin had been shot or stabbed during patrol (although he had been fine yesterday, and he didn’t have patrol the past two nights.) It didn’t seem like Bruce or Dick to to willingly leave him home after being badly injured, but maybe they did. Damian was pretty stubborn, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he’d talked them into believing he was perfectly fine.

Bentley watched as he made his way to the fridge (he was walking the slightest bit slower than normal, gingerly) and pulled it open.

If he really had been hurt as Robin, Bentley shouldn’t ask about it, right? He wasn’t just going to tell him a supervillain stabbed him or something. A bunch of options floated around in Bentley’s head before he settled on one he used commonly: ignore it.

“Good morning,” He said, pushing around the food he’d eaten none of on his plate. Hopefully he’d grabbed so little Damian would think he ate some.

“Good morning,” Damian replied. His voice sounded mostly normal, and Bentley wondered how much effort he was having to put into it.

He watched in silence as Damian stared blankly into the fridge for a few moments, (at all the neatly packed food items Alfred had left them.) scrunched his nose up, and closed it. Instead, he grabbed a glass from a nearby cupboard and settled on having fridge water for breakfast.

Bentley said nothing.

Damian sat on the farthest stool, leaving two empty ones between them both, and stayed silent.

Bentley tried to fight away the concern clawing its way up his throat, but failed, because Damian was really freaking him out. “Are you okay?”

Damian straightened his posture a bit when Bentley asked, glancing over at him momentarily. “I’m fine. Why would I not be?”

Bentley shrugged. Okay, so that probably meant it was a Robin thing and that he shouldn’t mention it at all for the rest of the day. Silence was something he could handle.

So the two kids sat at the island two chairs away from each other in silence for a good ten or fifteen minutes, before Damian slid off his stool. Bentley saw a flash of discomfort appear on his face before his expression fell neutral again, and he left the kitchen without another word, albeit faster than he’d come in. The water cup sat half drank and abandoned. Which was another slight cause for concern, because Damian always cleaned up after himself.

Bentley sat there for a few minutes, just to see if Damian returned to his glass. After about ten minutes, and more anxious chopping, he didn’t show any signs of reappearing.

Bentley threw away his untouched food (apologizing to Jason in his mind the whole time) and stood in the kitchen for a minute, trying to figure out what to do.

And then a lightbulb went off.

Damian had a phone. If he needed help or a listening ear or anything, he could just call one. There were about eight Wayne’s spread around the Gotham area that would drop everything for him. So Bentley decided that maybe he needed to stop freaking out and let Damian do what Damian was going to do. This wasn’t his problem — especially not if it had anything to do with Robin.

So he idled there in the kitchen for a few minutes before he decided to go to the library. He hadn’t told Jason, but he’d definitely nodded off during the last couple chapters of Jane Eyre they’d read and he needed to re-read them before they moved on. Maybe distracting himself would make him less buzzy and anxious.

Apparently not, though, because when he turned into the library, Damian was sitting in a chair reading. Or at least he seemed to be reading, but Bentley knew the art of staring at a book while your mind raced all to well.

It’s rude to leave a room just because someone else is in there, his father’s scoldings echoed in his head, so he went inside and sat on the couch opposite of Damian. Jane Eyre had been left on the coffee table, so he grabbed it, flipped it to a random page, and pretended to read the words.

Not five minutes after he sat down, Damian stood up and left. Which was fine. If he didn’t want to be in there with him, that was fine. Bentley just hoped he hadn’t annoyed him by joining him.

On second thought, maybe he should’ve just walked away when he realized Damian was in there. Bentley wasn’t the best judge of what was annoying and what wasn’t, obviously, and he felt like he was failing on all cylinders right then.

So he sat there (and actually managed to read a little bit) for a few minutes, until Damian returned.

Which Bentley hadn’t expected. Damian walked right back in (slower than he’d left) and sat back in the chair with his book. He looked… off.

No, Bentley realized, he looked bad. Actually bad — his skin had faded a shade pastier, and his eyes were just a bit red, and the longer he sat in that chair the more he seemed to curl up in on himself. It was very un-Damian-like, and it was freaking Bentley out.

Damian would call someone if he needed help, or go get Duke. Right? …Right?

“Damian…” Bentley muttered, and his little assassin eyes flicked up to him and he suddenly didn’t know what to say. He was probably being so annoying right now.

Instead, he held up his palm and placed his other hand on it like an upside down ‘T’, flicking it like a knife. Are you alright?

Damian bobbed his fist yes.

So Bentley just sat there. And sat there. And sat there. He wasn’t sure how long he stared at the pages of Jane Eyre without reading. Long enough that he thought Damian might’ve been asleep in the other chair, but he didn’t want to watch him and be weird, so he just stared at his book.

And about ten minutes later, Damian got up again. Bentley followed him to the door with his eyes.

And then he stopped.

Bentley creased his brow as Damian simply stood in the doorway of the library for a solid ten or fifteen seconds before he put his hand on the doorframe to hold himself up.

Bentley found the courage to stand up and walk toward him. “Damian? Are you okay?”

Damian responded by collapsing like his strings had been cut.

Bentley didn’t flinch away, but for the first time in his short life, he flinched forward, managing to grab Damian under the arms in a sloppy fashion just good enough to keep his head from banging on the floor. Of course, all this did was make Bentley fall, too, but neither of them hit their heads. Small mercies.

“Damian?” He questioned quietly, moving himself out from under the other boy but keeping his head pillowed on his lap. “Damian? What’s wrong?”

He was immediately reminded of holding Tim on the floor like this in his nightmare, but Bentley was a hundred percent awake. He was awake and this was happening. All of his common sense seemed to leave, and the fact that he was allowed to yell for Duke completely evaded his mind, leaving nothing but panic in its place.

His mind started doing the fear-induced repetition of ‘oh my God’ again as his hands hovered awkwardly, uselessly.

“Damian,” He tried again, but the boy was out cold. “Damian, please.”

Okay, just freaking get it together, he said to himself. Think through it like a normal human being.

Damian was hot. Like, really hot. Like, raging fever hot. Bentley could feel heat coming through his pants from where his head was laying, and he was obviously not dead, just unconscious. Bentley had fainted and blacked out numerous times in his life for numerous reasons. He logged all the potential offenders in his mind: not eating enough (he hadn’t seen Damian eat anything today.) not drinking enough (a few sips from his glass wasn’t much.) maybe a side effect of medicine (he’d have to ask if he took any.) But right now he just needed to stop panicking and get him to wake up.

He took a deep breath and forced his hands to stop shaking.

“Damian, please wake up,” Was just about the best he could come up with. He copied how Jason turned his hand around to feel his head, and Damian was literally, like, on fire.

It felt like years (even though Damian was only actually unconscious for, like, forty-five seconds.) before his eyes fluttered back open blearily, and he blinked a few times. He looked at Bentley, and around the room, and then sat up so fast he nearly knocked his head into Bentley’s.

“Unhand me immediately. What is the meaning of this?”

“You passed out,” Bentley replied sheepishly, startled by his sudden burst of energy. “You… have a fever.”

“I’m fine,”

Bentley thought they’d be spending a few minutes on the floor, but Damian stood up like he was rising from some causal picnic. Bentley made sure to stand with him. And he was about to say something when Damian swayed slightly on his feet, so he reached out and grabbed his shoulders instead. (Bentley knew there was no way he would actually be able to keep him from falling if he passed out again — he wasn’t strong enough — but he could at least make it not hurt so bad.)

“Unhand me,” Damian ordered. Bentley obeyed and released his shoulders, genuinely shocked by the fact that Damian was even upright in the first place. Every time Bentley had fallen unconscious in his life, he didn’t even want to sit up once he woke.

Damian took to making his way back to the chair that he’d come from, and he made it about halfway across the room before he staggered just enough to freak Bentley out. He jogged forward and grabbed Damian’s shoulders from behind, guiding him toward the chair.

“I don’t need your assistance,” Was what he said, but he didn’t make any moves to remove Bentley’s hands. He sighed when Damian plopped down in the chair.

Breathe. Relax. Talk to him.

“…But you can barely stand up,” He forced out.

“I am fine,”

Bentley said nothing. He promptly remembered how stubborn Damian was, and that he probably had no hope of breaking through that until Dick got home.

Okay, at least he had a new goal: keep Damian alive until Dick got home.

He tapped his fingers on his jeans, sitting back on the couch across from Damian.

“How… long have you been sick?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “I have clearly stated that I am not ill several times.”

Bentley said nothing, but sighed lightly. Surely Damian knew he was very obviously sick. Bentley lifted a hand and pointed at himself, then extended both hands palm-up and pulled them to his chest. He did the same gesture Tim did in the kitchen when he asked for help, but this time, pushed it toward Damian instead of pulling it inward.

I want to help you.

Damian held up a hand, his palm facing left, and tapped his thumb on his chest twice.

I’m fine.

Bentley held a hand out, brought his fingers to his forehead and pulled down, making both hands into fists and extending them outwards.

You passed out.

Something changed on Damian’s face, suddenly and strangely. He tapped his finger in a ‘c’ shape on his elbow and made his hands into a circle, moving them from up to down.

Trash can.

Bentley blinked, assuming that he’d signed wrong, until he realized how rapidly Damian’s face was losing color.

He hopped off the couch and grabbed the little waste bin from next to the couch, thrusting it into Damian’s hands just in time for him to vomit in it.

Bentley stood off to the side awkwardly for a few moments until Damian looked back up at him.

He made a thumbs-up and flicked his chin with his thumb, then tapped his forehead and stomach with his middle fingers.

Not sick?

Damian sucked in a deep breath, and instead of telling Bentley off, he sat the trash can in the floor with a grimace and a huff. “Perhaps I am… slightly unwell.”

What did Bentley always do when he was sick? Pump himself full of medicine and wait for it to pass? He remembered vaguely hearing his father tell him to put a wet towel on your forehead and go lay down. That’s about all the wisdom of being sick he was familiar with. But Damian was throwing up, so he hadn’t eaten anything, and if he hadn’t eaten anything he couldn’t take medicine, and if he couldn’t take medicine his fever wouldn’t go down, and if his fever didn’t go down he’d melt his brain or something-

Bentley took a deep breath and then blew it out, and Dick’s voice from earlier that morning echoed in his head: if you need anything, go get Duke.

That sounded like a good idea. “I’ll go get Duke.”

Before Bentley could even turn around, Damian had jolted upward. “No! Don’t. He already has things to worry about.”

“But…” Bentley trailed off when he realized that sounded exactly like something he would say, so he paused. “…Okay. Do you… want to call Dick? Or your father?”

“No,” Damian repeated, settling back down in the chair. “I do not require assistance. I am not so weak as to allow a puny illness to incapacitate me. You should leave to avoid contracting it.”

Bentley blinked. Leaving Damian in the library with a raging fever after he’d just passed out and thrown up within, like, two minutes of each other didn’t seem like a very good idea.

The redhead shrugged. Obviously Damian wasn’t one for being pitied, so he tried to make his statement as neutral as he could.

“I’ve already been around you.”

Hopefully it didn’t sound too close to i’m-kind-of-worried-and-want-to-stay-in-here-so-you’re-not-sick-alone-because-it-sucks-to-be-sick-alone, which is what he really meant.

Damian made a tt noise either way.

Bentley sighed. Medicine and food were out of the question, and that’s pretty much all he was prepared to offer. So he stood there for a few moments and stared down at his shoes. Why was it when someone else was struggling, he had absolutely nothing to contribute? He was struck dumb just like he had been during Dick’s nightmare and he hated it.

He couldn’t just stand there. Standing there wasn’t doing Damian any good.

He tapped his index finger and thumb together on each hand.

What should I do?

Damian looked at him for a moment with a mixture of skepticism and doubt on his face, before his expression fell blank again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“You can bring me my water,” Was all Damian said. Water glass; in the kitchen — Bentley could do that.

Bentley quickly made his way out of the library and back to the kitchen, retrieving the glass off the counter and topping it off before returning to the library.

Damian had moved to the couch, on the opposite end to where Bentley had been (which he was glad for, both because Damian hadn’t passed out on the way and because the couch was way more comfortable for him.)

Bentley sat the water on the end table closest to him, then returned to his spot on the other end of the couch.

“How long have you been sick?” He asked again, glancing over at the pasty little assassin across from him.

This time, Damian said: “I started throwing up last night.”

Bentley cringed at the thought of Damian being woefully sick one room over and not even knowing about it. He was at least thankful he’d had been home instead of on patrol — Robin wasn’t allowed to leave without Batman. Him going on patrol like this probably would’ve been an ordeal.

The two of them sat there in silence for a while. Damian sipped on his water occasionally, and Bentley called that good, hoping that Dick would be home soon to take over.

Bentley didn’t do much but lay somewhere when he was sick, but what would he want someone to do? He was already staying near Damian, which he’d want, but Damian wasn’t him and he’d already asked him to leave once.

This was so complicated.

He sucked in a breath again, glancing over at Damian momentarily, who was sitting in silence, too. Then he glanced at the copy of Jane Eyre he’d discarded on the coffee table to jump for the trash can.

“… Do you want me to… read to you?”

Damian looked over at him questioningly, so he continued: “…It always helps me feel better and fall asleep, when Jason does it.”

Damian shifted on the couch. “I’m not a subordinate child.”

Bentley quickly shut up and took to messing with the hem of his sleeves.

“… but, if you say it makes you fall asleep… I would not mind.”

For a moment, Bentley blinked, until his brain caught up and realized that was basically as close as he was going to get to a yes.

He grabbed the book and opened it to the first page (making sure to leave Jason’s bookmark where it was.) and sucked in a breath. Maybe reading like this would help him talk to people better.

So he started reading to someone else for the first time ever. Damian was there to correct all his mispronunciations from the other end of the couch. At one point he scooted closer to see a word Bentley was having trouble with, and ended up settling there, to aid Bentley’s reading, he’d said.

And an hour later, Bentley was reading quietly to himself, and Damian was curled up like some kind of cat next to him, sound asleep. His head was close to Bentley’s leg and he could still feel a bit of heat radiating from it. But at least he wasn’t… like… suffering.

Every now and then Damian moved around, and Bentley sat ramrod stiff until he settled back down again. Until once, he sort of whined in his sleep, and he realized his fever was high and he was probably having bad dreams. So he took a chance (that might’ve costed him a hand if he wasn’t careful) and did what Dick did to him — he ran a hand through Damian’s hair.

Which was sort of funny because he was sure Damian would throw him across the room if he were awake, but he wasn’t, and the movement seemed to be calming him down.

So Bentley did that and read quietly for a long time. Well, until Damian woke up enough to comprehend what was going on.

Fortunately, all he said was: “Don’t tell Grayson — he’ll be jealous.”

And then went back to sleep.

As stressful as the fainting and everything had been, Bentley was kind of glad for it at the end of the day. He felt like he’d done something for someone that actually mattered. And a small part of him wondered if he was allowed to call Damian his brother yet — because he really wanted to.

(Dick was wholeheartedly jealous when he got home and took about four thousand pictures Bentley had to promise not to tell Damian about, and Damian coincidentally forgot all about the head pets once his fever broke.)

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My Beloved Lazarus

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKc6mZq by MrsJasonTodd “When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out.” The man who had died came out, his hands and feet bound with linen strips, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.”” ‭‭ Jason Todd has known his best friend since the 3rd grade, when she took the chance to befriend the strange kid that only ever played by himself on the playground. And though the two were quite the odd pair, they were inseparable. As they matured, their bond deepened, never growing apart even as everything around them changed. But as a sudden tragedy strikes, it shatters their idyllic world and tears them apart. The aftermath is cruel and unforgiving, the deep scars forever lingering. But despite the distance and the passage of time, their hearts never truly let go of the tender love they once knew. Each tried to move on, but memories of their childhood and the bond they shared lingered. Eventually, the red string of fate in its clever, clever ways, will find a way to draw them back together by the very stitching of their wounds. Words: 2128, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Joker (DCU), Talia al Ghul Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Reader, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Second Chances, There Was Only One Bed, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Best Friends, Fluff and Angst, Stalking, Wedding Fluff, Miscommunication, Romantic Comedy, Sad with a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Kissing in the Rain, Jealous Jason Todd, Forced Proximity, Rescue, Reunions, Character Development, bad timing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKc6mZq

[littlemourningstarr]

Attempting to write every prompt on this list! (Part 11/15, StephTalia)

-  “we don’t have to go out if you’re not ready for it, y’know.”

Stephanie held her breath, heard Damian’s footsteps through the manor, Titus lumbering beside him. She’d heard the rather loud mother and had nearly jumped out of her skin-

Mostly, because Talia had been in the middle of exploring it, with deft, warm fingertips. And not for the first time.

Talia was watching her, in the dark of the library, those jade eyes she’d given Damian seeming to take in every thought that raced through Stephanie’s mind. “The world would not end,” she whispered, “if I was found with you, sweetling.”

“Oh it might,” Stephanie whispered, so afraid Damian would hear them, even though she was fairly sure he was gone now. “I mean- not only would I have Bruce on my ass for being with his ex and baby mama- but then Damian would probably skin me alive for, ya know…” Stephanie paused, before adding in a rush, “sleeping with his mom.”

Talia smiled, a quirk to those full, dark lips, and she leaned in, pressed a warm kiss to the bridge of Stephanie’s nose. It was affectionate, sweet- made Stephanie’s belly flutter in a swarm of butterflies.

“Do not fear Bruce,” she teased, “he is harmless.” Oh, Stephanie begged to differ. “As for Damian…” Talia paused, and Stephanie swore the woman almost laughed. “I don’t believe we need to inform him of our intimacies.”

“Oh god I wasn’t going to, but he’ll know. That kid knows everything.” Talia stepped back, gave Stephanie room to push herself off the bookshelf she had been so closely pressed to. Stephanie reached up, trying to tame her hair- Talia’s fingers had pulled the blonde waves into wild tufts. Talia reached out, gently guided Stephanie’s hands away, and smoothed it down herself.

“We don’t have to go out,” she said, looking so kindly at Stephanie- and oh, how many people got to see this side of Talia? “If you’re not ready for it. You wait here and I will find my son, and he will never know. No one will.”

Just like no one had, over Talia’s past few visits. And it was nice that she was appearing, that she was integrating herself back into Damian’s life- and Stephanie hadn’t planned this, but Talia was beautiful, and when she looked at Stephanie…

Stephanie melted. She didn’t even know how this had all started.

“I’m sorry,” Stephanie offered, quietly, and Talia took her hands, gave them a squeeze.

“No apologies, beloved.” Another squeeze, and Talia’s thumbs were rubbing into Stephanie’s hands. “When your heart is ready, I will be here.”

Stephanie nodded, and Talia let go of her hands, swept from the library like the wind itself. She heard Talia calling out to Damian, and closed her eyes, biting at her lip.

[redhood414]

Okay so I know that I already asked it I’m going to ask if maybe we can turn this into a possible part 2 or something? maybe like a one shot or something where Damian and yn are trying to introduce their pets to each like Titus and yns pet meeting for the first time since their relationship is becoming more serious but the thing is yns dog is like my pet poodle, dottie, that is more calm, quiet, sweet, and gives everyone a warm and welcoming energy when meeting her, and thinks Titus is scary but then Titus does something sweet like giving yns dog a bone, a Ty of his he likes, or even saving them surprising Damian from the sweet gesture since Titus isn’t usually friendly to other dogs and yn loves Titus even more now and it ends with both dogs becoming friends and yn and Damian more in love then ever

A/n:Loved that idea! This is so cute. Sorry this is short, it's rushed but I had motivation and wanted to write this out😌✨

Meeting the pets. (P.2)

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After you got to meet the pets of Damian, which were lovely and you adored all of them. Damian loved you even more seeing the interaction between the animals and you, not to speak of the way they immediately took a liking to you. All of them.

Later on the week you suggested that Ace should meet your little poodle, Olive. Damian replied that he didn't think it was a good idea, after all Ace was a guard dog and a big one too. After some pleading and saying it'll be good for Ace to meet another kind of dog Damian agreed. You know he can't say no to you, especially when you put those emojis where he compares them with your puppy eyes when you want something. It's a small victory for you.

The week passes quick and the day comes to meet up with each other. Luckily on the day itself it was sunny. Even thought the weather often was really bad, today fate was on your luck side. Though, it was very windy. Your lover said to meet up at the public park. Big enough for the dogs to play with each other. Eventually it was 10 and exactly, like he always was, just like his father, was he there stipt. You were a few minutes later, 3, or something. On the first dates of your relationship he always complained about it. Now he'd gotten used to it and didn't say anything about it. He wore a black coat and neat shoes. A dark blue scarf around his neck. Like it was for a fancy dinner. He always wanted to show his importance, now it's just to show off to you, knowing you found him incredibly handsome, even his scars. You always adored them. Ever. Single. One. It's now a daily thing to remind him his beauty, inside and out.

He smiled as he saw you, Ace, sitting next to him on the leash. Your poodle wagged its tail excitedly and went closer to Ace, Ace sniffed Olive, curious and a bit hesitant but soon Olive made sign to play. You undid the collar and smiled, seeing Olive giving Ace a small lick on his nose. Ace sneezed and you heard a chuckle beside you, Damian seemed amused and happy. He glanced at you, smiling and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder while watching the dogs play and whispering. "Everyday is another day where I fall even harder for you, my beloved."

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Let's all agreed Damian in a black coat and all fancy dressed....🌚

[theaceofarrows]

[thesuperiorrobin]

“Is that my shirt”

❥Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

❥word count: 1.2k

❥ft: Titus. Mentions of Selina Kyle

❥Summary: playing with Titus a fun but sometimes he gets a little to competitive

❥warning: fluff,mild-cursing

Gotham had its unusual weather all wear long from being gloomy, cold and dark to being hot, sunny and bright. And you enjoy these Unusual days. That’s because you get to spend your time with Titus. Damian's Great Dane. Damian doesn’t mind of course cause that just means he gets to spend time with you but there’s just a small hint of jealousy when he spends more time with his dog then him. Which makes you laugh a little if you really think about it.

The weather today was over eighty degrees out. And you two were sweating up a storm out in his backyard as you, him and Titus played catch with a frisbee. You and Titus against Damian. Fair game honestly since Damian is counted as more than one person. I mean have you seen his stigma. Boys fast.

You watched carefully as Damian threw the frisbee in your direction. You pay Titus head before saying:

“Go get it boy!”

The Great Dane barks before making a run for it, towards the flying toy. He leaps—catching the plastic toy in his mouth before landing on his paws. You clap happily as Damian huffs. Titus makes his way back to you. Almost as if the dog was skipping happily too.

“Oh you’re such a good boy Titus!” You scratch his head taking the plastic circle out of his mouth “oh yes you are!”

Titus lets out a loud bark. His tongue sticking out and his tail wagging back and forth quickly.

“Ok get ready It’s my turn”

You wipe his flober off the frisbee with your shirt so that it won’t slip from your trap when you throw it.

And you threw it, flying above in a somewhat straight line. Damian of course caught it without struggling to do so, making him yell out in victory. You roll your eyes.

Having a dog on your team has its pros and cons. They can do whatever you have them to do perfectly or not so perfectly. Maybe you should have called out saying you ‘got it’ or something because once Damian threw it, the frisbee was coming at you, and you obviously could have caught it—if you didn’t count the times it almost slipped past your fingers. Titus was running right to you at full speed—waiting for him to catch it.

Next thing the air is being knocked out of you literally and you're falling and holding your breath is you called into Damians huge pool.

“Shit!” Damian yells out as he makes his way to you with Titus following right behind. Damian called out your name one last time before jumping into the pool without hesitation.

He pulls you back up as you let out a couple of small coughs. Your small coughs turn into a fit of giggles.

“Are you alright, beloved?” With Worried concern in his voice you nod letting out a small laugh. Damian brushes your wet hair out of your face.

“I’m alright Dame’s” you say “I’m just surprised is all”

Titus lets out a bark then a small whine. You could tell he feels bad by the way he lowers his face to the ground.

“Aw it’s alright Titus. I know you didn’t mean it, plus I’m alright”

Titus' head quickly goes back up as he barks twice, which means he’s back to being happy. Something you learned a while ago about the big dog. He leaps forward.

“Titus no!”

You and Damian both yelled out in sync as he jumped into the pool, Damian pulled out closer to him out of habit of his protectiveness.

“Oh dear”

You glance up at the well known British accent. With a nervous laugh you waved at the butler. Who waved back slowly as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

“Hi Alfred. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing quite well Miss.L/n thank you for asking. Mhm what about you and master Damian? how are you two holding up in the pool in this weather?”

Damian pulled himself off from the pool before kneeling down and extending his own arms to help you out.

“Pennyworth, go fetch us some dry towels” Damian says eyeing you as you squeeze and twist your hair to get rid of any water

“Please?” You glance back at Damian.

“Very well master Damian. Although it would be nice to hear just a mere please from you. Maybe start taking lessons from your well mannered girlfriend beside you” Alfred sassed out as Damian grumbled something under his breath and you hit his shoulder gently.

Titus, who was already out of the pool and standing right beside you started to shake himself drying, leaving you and Damian to cry out to him to stop.

You two were soaking wet again.

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With a towel wrapped around your hair to dry it. With your still wet clothes on you glance around Damian's closet. Surely he won’t mind right? Damians been gone for almost thirty minute to find you some spare clothes from his now step-mother Selene Kyle. If you waited any longer you're sure you would be catching a cold the next day. Grabbing a shirt that looked liked out of his taste and spare shorts you quickly changed. You shivered as the cold air hit you leaving you with goosebumps. You let out a small sigh feeling warm in his clothes. Felling a small nudge to your leg you look down a smile.

“Hello Titus” you notice a towel in his mouth and watch as he drops it near your foot. “Aw you want me to dry you too?”

Titus sits. So that’s a yes. You let out a small laugh, grappling the towel off from the floor you walk over to Damians bed and sit down. You Pat your lap gently singling the Great Dane to walk over to you and he sits in between your legs as you pat him dry.

“Geez Titus you’re still wet”

“Is that my shirt?”

Knowing who it was, you hum. “Yes. Sorry you took too long and I was getting cold. Hope you don’t mind”

Damian shakes his head as he walks over to you and sits down on his bed next to you “I don’t mind beloved. Sorry about the trouble Titus caused you”

“It’s alright I needed to cool off anyway. Titus just happened to have a great idea. Isn’t that right Titus” He barks loudly, tail wagging as he still sits on the ground. “See?”

Damian's hair was still wet. Noticing the small water droplets falling from the strands of his hair you take your towels from your head and place it on his. Catching his attention.

“Your hair is still wet, your going to catch a cold”

“I don’t catch colds beloved I’m—“

“ a trained assassin with a great immune system yeah I know” you roll your eyes, gently dabbing his hair dry.

Leaning done you place a small kiss on his lips, smiling as you lean back “there all done”

“Thank you beloved”

Apparently Titus was feeling a little jealous as he got up and barked once and started to shake the remaining water droplets on his hairs.

“Titus!”