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mochegato · 1 year ago

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If You Bring a Friend to Dinner...

Kon eyed the multiple laptops Tim had scattered around himself as he lounged on the couch in the manor’s living room, not as hard as he was side eying Tim’s outfit, but he was still eying the technology situation hard. “Why are you researching this today? And why aren’t we doing this in the cave?”

“I’m bored and you know Bruce’s rule about suits in the cave,” Tim answered without taking his eyes off his screen except to switch to looking at a different laptop’s screen. “Also, I’m not changing.” He motioned to his quite comfy, oversized, fluffy dark hoodie, which gave the impression of an adult version of a toddler’s bear coat. The only thing it was missing was little ears on the hood.

“Lazy,” Kon scoffed and collapsed onto the opposite couch, feet hanging over the arm.

“Comfortable,” Tim corrected, now looking at the third laptop.

“You look ridiculous. You should be embarrassed,” Kon grumbled.

This finally made Tim stop and look up. “Of all the things I’ve done, this is what you think I should be embarrassed about? Buddy, this isn’t even in the top hundred this year alone,” Tim scoffed. “Besides, I'm not going to see anyone but you and my family today and I don’t care what any of you guys think.”

Kon opened his mouth to tell him that was probably a good thing because what he thought was that Tim look like a spoiled, sorority girl going through a bad breakup. But instead of passing on this vital knowledge, he snapped his mouth shut and lifted his head to angle it toward the rest of the manor. “No way,” he muttered under his breath.

Tim sat up straight, immediately switching to mission mode and scouring the Watchtower’s feed scanning for any crises popping up anywhere in the world. “What is it?” he demanded, his blood pressure steadily increasing with each negative result.

“No way,” Kon repeated again. He bolted up off the couch and flew out the door toward the west wing, moving so quickly, it was close to being literal. Tim rushed after him with absolutely no hope of catching him even if he hadn’t taken a few extra seconds to carefully displace his laptops.

Kon skidded to a stop at the end of the west wing’s hallway barely missing colliding into the two figures that had stopped in the middle of the hallway, the woman clearly didn’t let her significantly smaller stature hold her back as she stood staring up the other man, hands on her hips with a cocky smirk on her lips while the man didn’t look chastened in the least. The woman eeped and jumped back at the sudden intrusion while the man sighed heavily, the amused uptick to his lips dropping instantly. “What are you doing here?” he glowered.

“And good to see you too, Damian,” Kon grinned. He took a step to the side just in time to avoid Tim bowling into him as he rounded the corner but grabbed his arm to help him skid to a stop before running into the other two.

Damian leaned back and crossed his arms as he glowered at their dumbfounded stares. “Oh good, the peanut gallery.”

Tim and Kon would have responded any other time, heartily dished back the attitude Damian was giving them, but they were too dumbfounded at seeing Damian with a friend other than Jon, a female, non-hero friend, to really register his words.

The woman waited a few beats, looking back and forth between them before deciding to take matters into her own hands. She grinned at them and held out her hand. “Hi! I’m Marinette.”

Tim stared at the hand, still too dumbfounded to register what was going on. He leaned back closer to Kon, “What the fuck is happening right now?” He meant to whisper, and technically, he did, but it was still loud enough to travel crystal clear to both Marinette and Damian.

“It’s a hand… you shake it as a greeting,” she explained slowly.

Tim blinked a few times before he reached out and shook her hand woodenly. He looked over at Damian while still holding her hand, eyes wide in shock. “You brought someone home.” He didn’t realize he was still holding her hand until she chortled quietly at his astonished tone, only then letting go of her hand and offering her a sheepish smile.

“Obviously,” Damian retorted. He pretended to flinch when the woman elbowed him in the ribs and sighed dramatically. “This is my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette, this is…”

“She’s a gir…” Kon cut in. His eyes darted to Damian for just a second before returning to the woman in front of him. “You're a girl,” Kon stated to her, meeting her eyes with an incredulous stare as though she should understand why that was so problematic to his world view.

She straightened instantly and her eyes hardened. “Yeah, well spotted. Good job. Now do something impressive, like figure out what you are. I'm guessing cryptid,” she snapped with a coldness he hadn’t anticipated from someone dressed in so many pastels.

He blinked like he was really seeing her for the first time and leaned back to better view her with an assessing once over and raised an amused eyebrow as his lips curled up in a smile, “Nah, that's usually Tim. He dresses for it and everything,” he motioned toward Tim’s hoodie. “I’m a different type of legendary beast.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I’m more one of the tall, sexy creatures that visit maiden’s dreams.”

“No, you aren’t,” Damian declared.

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, her eyes narrowing. “Like a Liderc maybe,” she scoffed.

Kon hummed in mock consideration and took a step closer to her. “Is a Liric…”

“Liderc,” she corrected.

“… tall and sexy?” he finished leaning closer to her.

She pushed him back with a smirk and a finger to his chest. “Not exactly… more like a little superhuman…”

“Supernatural,” Damian corrected quickly. He shook his head curtly for Tim without bothering to look over and see the questioning glance he knew must be on his face.

“…creature,” she continued without acknowledging Damian’s interruption with a nonchalance indicative of well-established prior experience, “hatched out of a pod…” Her smug expression dropped and her eyes unfocused for just a second before she turned to Damian, missing the way Kon’s face froze, “pod?”

“Egg,” Damian answered. He waited until she’d turned back to Kon before meeting Tim’s eye this time and curtly shaking his head. Tim raised his eyebrows higher and bobbed his head incredulously. Damian subtly shrugged then nodded. Tim’s face stretched in an impressed glower as he returned his attention to the conversation between Marinette and Kon with a renewed interest.

“…egg…” she continued oblivious to the silent conversation behind her, her smug expression fully back in place.

“Pod was more accurate,” Tim snickered just loudly enough for Kon to hear. Kon huffed and shoved his head away.

“…that flies around and attaches itself to single women,” she finished.

Tim doubled over, the sound of his roaring laughter echoing down the long hallway. Even Damian grinned at her description and Kon’s flabbergasted expression. “I thought…” Tim stopped to gasp for breath and grabbed onto Kon’s shoulder for support, “I thought you hadn’t met her yet. She seems to know you pretty well.” Kon scowled and shoved his hand off his shoulder, taking a small measure of enjoyment from Tim almost falling over with the loss of support.

“It also helps form the Hungarian word for nightmare,” Damian added with a smirk.

“See, there you go, she thinks you’ll visit her dreams,” Tim chortled and patted Kon’s chest. “Sounds like you were right after all.”

Damian’s smirk quickly dropped. “There will be no dream guest appearance except between us,” Damian insisted. He tugged Marinette a bit closer and into his side, moving her further away from Kon. “Let me know when Jon arrives.” Marinette glared at him pointedly. “I will not say ‘please’ no matter how hard you stare,” he stated, deftly avoiding her eyes and starting to move them out of the hallway.

“I’m not your assistant,” Tim growled. Damian stopped and raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. “You got something to say?” Tim asked sharply.

“Oh, I finally get to meet Jon?” Marinette asked, a bit louder than necessary for their proximity, and moved between the two, directly into Damian’s line of sight.

“Yes,” he confirmed as he finally lowered his eyes from the broken staring contest. His face softened as he continued moving them out of the hallway again. “He will be here in a little bit. He said he had something to do first, then he’ll be over and will stay until the New Year’s party tomorrow. He was quite excited to meet you as well.”

She quirked her head to the side slightly. “Will he be here in time to…”

“He will indeed,” he cut in sharply. He frog marched her away from the bedroom wing and toward the east wing before she could ask anymore questions.

“Wait! Damian, you haven’t introduced us!” Marinette objected and tried to turn around toward the men but had to settle for vaguely motioning over her shoulder. “I don’t even know their names.”

“Yes, good observation,” he praised with only a hint of condescension in his voice and a bit more force in his hands.

“Damian!” she tried to twist to smack his chest but his hands were unyielding. “That’s rude. I don’t want to start out by being rude to your family.”

“First, they are not both family,” he scoffed. “Second, you called one of them a Lidrerc and I’m being rude?”

“Yes! That’s different. And you know it,” she huffed.

He eyed her skeptically but shook it off. “Third, I tried and they interrupted. It is their fault if they did not get a proper introduction. Fourth, and most importantly, they are a waste of our time and attention, and I assure you they will not think of this as a reflection on you.”

“Damian!” She gasped and succeeded this time in twisting under his arm to confront him.

The only concession Damian was willing to give to indicate how impressed he was with her ability to break free from his grasp was a raised eyebrow. The rest of his face remained stoic, if a little exasperated. “I’ve known them for almost 10 years now. I stand by my evaluation,” he intoned as he turned her around again and continued to push her down the hallway.

“I’m so sorry,” she called over her shoulder as she attempted to give them a parting bright smile and wave.

“I’m not,” Damian called just as loudly but without taking his eyes off the path ahead of him.

Tim scoffed and shook his head at their retreating backs. “He brought someone home… a girl… and she seems…nice… and normal… and nice,” he murmured incredulously.

“Oh, she seems very nice,” Kon agreed, watching just as intently, but focusing considerably more on one of them in particular.

Tim smacked him in the chest. “No,” he ordered sternly.

“What?” he asked in mock innocence that he couldn’t have pulled off even fresh out of the pod.

“Damian’s friend… well, friend. You know, I’m not sure what that is,” he motioned vaguely toward the east wing, “but you will not interfere. Damian doesn’t make friends. This is big.”

“I haven’t done anything… yet.” He winked at Tim and started back toward the living room.

“Kon…” Tim started warningly.

“Come on, I’m not going to intentionally hurt him no matter how much of an ass he usually is.” He grinned devilishly back at Tim. “Tell you what, you go start the research on her we both know you’re going to do, and I’ll grab some food from somewhere. I can tell you what I heard them talking about when I get back and why he brought her.”

Tim sighed and jogged to catch up with him, smacking him upside the head as soon as he did. “Stop listening in on people’s conversations outside of missions. It’s creepy.” They made it all the way back to the living room before he broke. “But since you heard it already, tell me everything when you get back.”

Kon grinned and shrugged on his jacket. “I’ll bring back Batburger. That feels like a spilling the tea kind of food.”

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“I know where the art room is, you know. I don’t need an escort,” Jon pointed out as he followed closely behind Kon and Tim on their way down the east wing’s hallway.

“Oh, we’re not escorting you,” Tim corrected. He met Jon’s eyes over his shoulder with a look that did not comfort Jon at all.

“We’re tagging along,” Kon clarified, giving Jon the same look, which was considerably more concerning for Jon when coming from Kon.

Jon eyed them suspiciously. “Why?”

“Curiosity,” Tim answered at the same time Kon said, “Interest.”

Jon’s eyes narrowed further. “Uh huh. That’s not fishy at all. I’m not remotely concerned now,” he grumbled.

“Nah, I researched her,” Tim assured him. He moved to the side and slowed his pace just a fraction to match Jon’s. “She’s clean. Seems like a good kid. Might even be good for Damian.”

Jon nodded unsure how to respond to Tim’s candor. “Good, well, that’s… that’s good.” He started to say more, to compliment Tim on looking out for his brother but before he could figure out how to form the words, Kon snorted.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Kon waved him off like it was nothing, but the tightening of his jaw indicated otherwise. “Nothing. She's just complementing the composition and contrasts of his art and how talented,” he spit the word out like it personally offended him,“and he is absolutely preening at it.”

Jon smiled. “It’s good to know she’s supporting him. He really likes her, which of course he won’t say, but he talks about her a lot.”

“Really? I hadn’t heard anything until today,” Tim noted curiously.

“Not too surprising,” Jon shrugged. “Doesn’t really tell you anything about his life, does he? Dick maybe, but you…” He let the sentence trail off. They both knew what Tim and Damian’s relationship was.

Tim grunted a sound similar to an agreement but suddenly smacked Kon upside the head. “And stop listening in on other people's conversations. It's creepy.” They took a few steps before he leaned slightly toward Kon and lowered his voice as though Jon couldn't still hear him and said, “But let me know if he does anything embarrassing.”

Kon grinned and nodded at him with a wink, but his face quickly dropped into a pout as he scowled at the door just a few steps down from them. Tim looked from Kon to the door slowly, suspicion permeating his expression as he slowly opened the art room door, fully expecting the worst, which is why the fluffy sight in front of him was such a relief.

Damian and Marinette were standing in front of one of his paintings, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her waist whispering to each other as she pointed to different points in the painting. Tim looked back at Kon as he stepped into the room and snorted at his deepened scowl at the sweet sight.

The noise knocked the two out of their little bubble, seemingly affecting Damian more than Marinette based on the speed at which he dropped his hand and jumped away from her, causing her to almost fall. He reached out to push her back into balance but instantly returned his hand behind his back and straightened up to his full height before them.

“Jon, it is good to see you. Glad you could make it,” Damian welcomed.

“Of course,” Jon said warmly and hugged Damian, which Damian allowed to happen, but didn’t return. “I’m here for you.”

“We didn’t get that greeting,” Kon chortled.

“No, we did not,” Tim agreed. “It’s almost like he doesn’t want us here.”

Damian glared at them over Jon’s shoulder. “It’s not almost like it,” he corrected curtly. He returned his attention to Jon and continued before they, or Marinette, could respond to or chastise him. “Jon, this is my friend Marinette. Marinette, this is my friend Jon.”

Marinette smiled brilliantly, lighting up the entire room, and hugged him. She backed away just far enough to not share breath. “It’s so good to meet you! I feel like I know you already. Damian talks about you all the time.”

Jon blushed deeply and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking away sheepishly. “Thanks. It’s really good to finally meet you, too. He talks about you all the time, too. Like non-stop. I can’t wait to spend time with you and get to know you better.”

Marinette, whose smile couldn’t get any bigger, got warmer instead. “Absolutely.” She kept his gaze for a few moments before shifting it over his shoulder to the two figures standing behind him and waved. “Hey again! Sorry we didn’t get to meet earlier, because Damian is rude,” she added pointedly with a glare to Damian added in, to which Damian shrugged unashamedly, “and didn’t introduce us. “I’m Marinette. I believe I heard your name is Tim?” she asked uncertainly, waiting until he nodded before continuing. “So, you must be Tim Drake, yes?”

“I am” he grinned and ventured further into Damian’s art room than he had ever been allowed to venture before to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you… officially.” As soon as she turned her attention to Kon, he smirked at Damian, fully enjoying the glare Damian was shooting him.

Marinette stepped closer to Kon and held her hand out. “And based on the leather jacket, that would make you Jason Todd?”

Kon sputtered and Tim burst out laughing. “Uh… no, not Jason,” Kon corrected.

Marinette’s face dropped almost as fast as her hand. “I am so sorry. It is nice to meet you...”

Kon stepped forward with a small smile and opened his mouth but before he could comfort her Damian pulled her back closer to him and tried to physically angle her toward Jon and main part of the room. “His name is unimportant,” he stated firmly, making no doubt that the conversation was over.

Jon shook his head, exasperation bleeding from his expression and tone. “It’s the holidays. Be nice, Dame.”

“I don’t see how the time of year should affect my behavior,” Damian sniffed.

Marinette dropped her head into her hands and let out an exasperated sigh. “Damian…”

Damian sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Fine. That is Jon's brother.” He tried to angle her toward the room again, but Kon took her hand before he could, moving so quickly, it was dangerously close to exposing his identity.

“Kon. My name is Kon. And it is really nice to meet you, Marinette.”

She raised her head slightly and looked up at him, causing her to look through her lashes to meet his eyes, unintentionally taking his breath away. “Nice to meet you, Kon.”

“No, it’s not,” Damian grumbled and pulled her away from Kon, settling her on his other side next to Jon instead. He turned to face Kon full on standing between him and Marinette. “We were in the middle of something.”

“We were just about to go play a game,” Marinette added, popping up over his shoulder.

“We were not.”

“I’d love to play a game,” Jon cheered. Marinette grinned brilliantly at him and clapped like the decision was made.

Damian groaned dramatically and motioned toward the hallway. “Fine. The game room is down the hallway.”

Marinette nodded and started toward the hallway but froze mid-step. “You have a room just for games?”

Kon chuckled, taking more pleasure than he should from the fact that she’d stopped directly in front of him. “Rich people,” he shrugged.

She nodded contemplatively like that explained everything but suddenly popped up. “Oh! I know! Do you have Candyland?” She looked back to Tim and Kon with a wicked grin. “I get the feeling that's a game Damian would absolutely hate.” She made a noise somewhere between a squeal and exclamation and twirled in excitement at the prospect of Damian playing the game, heading out the door in full confidence he would follow her.

“It's pure luck!” Damian exclaimed following after her as expected. “There is no skill involved at all!”

“That's the point,” Jon chuckled. He jogged up to them and slung his arms over both their shoulders.

“What's the point if you can't win through your skills,” Damian grumbled.

“It's just supposed to be for fun,” Marinette chided.

“That does not sound fun,” he huffed petulantly. “It sounds like a children’s game.”

“It is a children’s game,” Jon laughed.

Damian stared at him incredulously. “Then why are we playing?”

“Because you’re just a big kid,” Marinette snarked, her smirk only growing in response to Damian’s aghast look. She turned back toward Tim and Kon who had stayed next to the art room door watching their interactions in wonder. “Did you guys want to join?

“They are far too busy,” Damian assured her hastily and loudly.

“Nah, we’re completely open,” Kon grinned. “And I’ve never even heard of Candyland.”

Marinette gasped loud enough Kon didn’t need to use his superhearing to detect it even from down the hall. She tried to turn back to them but Damian reached around Jon to keep her facing forward. “Damian, he’s never even heard of it! We have to let him play now.”

“We do not.”

“Oh, come on, Dame, it will make it more fun,” Jon insisted. His voice and eyes were filled with an excitement that Marinette seemed to feed off of, her own smile growing at Jon’s response.

Damian looked between them, his petulant frown staying firmly in place, but he let go of Marinette’s arm and continued forward, knowing full well she and Jon would take it as an agreement. “Including Drake has never made anything more enjoyable.”

“Come on,” Tim snickered. “Now I have to play. Plus, I bet she's right about Candyland and I want to see Damian restraining himself from ripping the board in half as he pretends to be normal for her.”

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As it turns out, Marinette was, in fact, correct. Damian absolutely hated the game. If he had laser vision, the ice cream turrets on the Candy Castle would have been eviscerated. “This is stupid,” he groused as Marinette’s piece landed on the final rainbow square. He punctuated his displeasure by crossing his arms and pushing away from the table. He could have handled Marinette winning once, but three times was uncalled for.

“Cheer up, Damian,” she tried consolingly. “It’s just for fun. It has nothing to do with your skills.”

“It’s a game of luck, remember,” Jon chimed in, which was easy for him as his pieces were usually not far behind Marinette’s while Damian kept getting picture cards that inevitably sent him back toward the beginning of the board.

“Yeah,” Damian glared at Kon, “luck.”

Kon looked to the ceiling innocently and mimed whistling. At the same time, Marinette reached up to touch her earrings guiltily, “and I do tend to be a bit lucky. Sorry.”

Kon opened his mouth to ask if meeting him was an example of getting lucky, but before he could say the line that would definitely end in him getting hit with kryptonite-laced brass knuckles, Dick bounded into the room.

“There you guys are!” He smiled at all of them, but his eyes kept darting back to Marinette. He couldn’t stop moving, shifting from foot to foot and rubbing his hands as he waited exceptionally impatiently for her to be introduced.

Damian finally stepped up for the task, standing tall in front of Dick and motioning toward her. “Marinette, this is my brother Richard Grayson. Richard, this is my friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Marinette, it is nice to meet you,” Dick grinned, his grin widening as he looked between her and Damian. He took her hand with both of his to shake it, pumping it so hard in his excitement he was almost lifting her off the ground. “Please call me Dick.”

“And you,” she agreed breathlessly. It took a few moments after she reclaimed her hand before she could speak again. “He speaks very highly of you.”

Dick’s eyes sparkled as he watched Damian sidle closer to Marinette, dipping his head just slightly to catch her eye, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and only looking away again once she nodded back to him, but made sure to put his arm around her again. “He speaks of you at all,” Dick grinned, “so I know you must be important to him.”

Marinette blinked and plastered on a smile. “Thank you.” She waited until he’d dropped her hand before adding a quiet, “I think.”

Kon joined her on her other side and smirked. “Don’t worry, when Damian is involved, that’s a compliment.” Marinette pursed her lips and bobbed her head to the side nodding after a moment in agreement.

“Now, the reason I was really sent in, not that meeting you wasn’t absolutely at the top of my list,” he added to Marinette. “Dinner is about to be served. Alfred would like us to start getting seated.” He glanced over at Kon and eyed him for a second before adding, “you should lose the jacket before Alfred sees it at his table.”

Kon glanced down and looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, but finally nodded. “Right. Be right back.”

“Take your time,” Dick called as he replaced him by Marinette’s side.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put the game away,” Tim called after them.

“Thank you!” Dick called back to him. “So, you’ll get to meet almost the entire family. Cass and Stephanie are living in Hong Kong, but we hope they’ll make it for tomorrow. Hey!” he called out after a large man shoulder-checked him. “And that is Jason.”

Jason turned around and did a double take at Damian’s arm around Marinette’s shoulders. He looked up from the display to look between them. “What in the fuck knuckles…”

“Dude…” another man mumbled as he shook his head. He sighed and looked back up with a strained smile. “Sorry about him. Hi, I’m Duke.”

Marinette grinned at him and reached out to shake his hand. “It’s okay. I’m Marinette and I do like Pink and making pies, so…” she shrugged then snickered at Damian’s bewildered look. “But there is an important difference,” she met Jason’s eyes pointedly but not unkindly. “We are just friends.”

Jason raised an eyebrow but nodded and moved to take a seat on the far side of the table. “Impressed. Honestly did not think you’d know that one.”

She scoffed. “I have some pretty depraved friends.”

Jason mock gasped, drawing his hand to his chest to accentuate the scandal of the situation. “Depraved! Depraved? Liking that movie makes you depraved?”

Duke patted him on the shoulder as he took a seat next to him. “Sounds fair.”

“Oof,” Kon grunted as he walked in. “Hate to think what that says about me.”

“Probably something pretty accurate,” Damian clipped. “Marinette, you remember my father.”

Marinette straightened instantly at the figure walking in from the opposite side of the room. “Of course. Nice to see you again, M. Wayne.”

“And you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Welcome to our home. I hope your showing went well,” he answered warmly.

“It did, thank you,” she smiled back.

“Are you an artist?” Dick asked as he took his seat next to Duke, to the left of the head of the table.

“A designer, actually,” Marinette offered.

“A brilliant designer,” Bruce corrected. “I was quite impressed,” he assured Marinette firmly as he took his seat as well.

“I’d love to see it sometime,” Tim smiled.

Marinette blushed brightly but nodded with more confidence than she felt. “Okay.”

She eyed where Tim had sat, two seats away from M. Wayne, and Kon making his way to sit between him and M. Wayne, and knocked her arm into Damian, looking pointedly at the last seat next to Bruce. Damian nodded and cut in front of Kon to take the seat. Kon blinked at him but quickly changed course to sit on the other side. Jon stepped up next to Marinette and looked between the two remaining seats, one next to Kon and one next to Jason. He looked at Marinette questioningly. She shrugged and took the seat closest to her, next to Kon. Jon nodded and sat next to Jason.

Tim leaned around Kon to verify that was really where Marinette had sat. He was about to offer to switch spots with her so she could sit next to Damian, but Alfred entered at that moment and started serving the food. As it turned out, she was fine where she was. Marinette integrated with the family easily, laughing and joking with all of them. It may have worked out better that way anyway as it gave her the chance to chat with Jon and Kon about Metropolis and get more information on the city before she decided if she wanted to move there after graduation.

The dinner was going amazingly so naturally it had to get cut short. Everyone in the family knew something was wrong the moment Alfred entered mid-course. “Sorry to interrupt, sir. But there appears to have been an incident at Wayne Enterprises.” Alfred leaned over and whispered in Bruce’s ear. Whatever he said must have been really bad because he immediately stiffened, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone. He gave Dick a pointed look. He nodded at him, then bumped Duke and nodded to Jason.

Bruce stood up quickly, dabbing his mouth with his napkin, quickly followed by the other three men, although they didn’t bother to wipe their mouths. “So sorry for the interruption, Marinette. Please continue your night. It was very nice to see you again.” He was gone before Marinette could say goodbye.

Damain stood and moved over to Marinette whispering in her ear too low for anyone but Kon and Jon to hear. She squealed and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he straightened up. Jon rounded the table to clap him on the back as well. Damian nodded to the two of them then followed the others as they made their way out the door at a considerably slower pace than Bruce.

“You don’t have to come, Dame,” Dick whispered just outside the door. “We have four people, we’re good. If we need another, we can call for Tim. Stay and keep your friend company.”

Damian glanced back into the room. Marinette was smiling at something Jon was saying, which apparently required him to use both hands in uncoordinated movements. He snickered at the scene. “No, she will be okay where she is. I won’t ignore my duty.”

Duke shook his head. “We really need to work on your skills, man.”

Damian looked at him affronted. “My skills are impeccable. It’s your skills that need honing.”

Duke opened his mouth to respond but shut it and shook his head instead.

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The mission had taken considerably longer than the family had anticipated, but seeing as it was a rogue team up, it wasn’t entirely surprising. The only thing that was surprising, was the fact that Damian wasn’t acting like more of a constipated gremlin. In fact, he was positively beaming, well, not glowering, which for Damian was roughly the equivalent of beaming.

Nobody knew what to make of it. The mission had taken him away from his friend for almost the entire night and he seemed… happy about it. Nobody who had seen them together earlier doubted he cared about her, so the fact that he was so blasé about having left her behind for so long, even to do something he valued so thoroughly, was confusing. Even now as they walked into the living room, he wasn’t leading the pack to get to her sooner.

Which was a small mercy because it meant he didn’t have to be the first to see what they were seeing. “What the hell is going on!” Dick roared.

Marinette’s head jerked away from Kon, their lips separating with a pop. She eeped and tried to jump away from Kon, but he held her tight against him, allowing her to bury her face in his chest to hide her bright crimson cheeks.

“Oh damn,” Duke mumbled, eyes wide in surprise.

Kon kept one arm right around her and waved with the other. “Hey guys. You’re back early.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Jason hissed.

Kon scrunched his face slightly and looked to Dick for a clue, but his expression was just as thunderous. He quickly shifted to Tim who shrugged, just as confused about the reaction as Kon. “Uh… sorry I didn’t help?” he offered.

“Oh, no, its okay, you were too busy helping yourself,” Dick seethed.

“Helping my…” Kon trailed off. He gaped at Dick and opened and closed his mouth a few times but before he could formulate how to respond Damian finally came in, his eyes down as he focused on dusting off his shirt, missing the way the entire room had stopped to watch him.

It took several more steps before he finally sensed the hostile atmosphere of the room. He froze mid-brush and slowly lifted his head to take in the scene, just as slowly panning across the room until it settled on Kon’s arms around Marinette. He lifted his eyes up, pausing momentarily at her hands on his chest. His eyes snapped to hers. “What are you doing! How could you do this to me?” he yelled. Marinettes eyes widened in shock and confusion while the rest of the room except Kon moved to comfort Damian. “That is the wrong brother!”

“Excuse me?” Conner growled.

“Uh… what?” Duke asked uncertainly.

“You were supposed to end up with Jon not him!” he growled, moving in Marinette’s face and motioning harshly toward Kon.

Dick’s hands that were still perched from having been rubbing circles on Damian’s back slowly retracted. “Wait. I thought... why would you want that?”

Damian huffed and crossed his arms over his chest again, evoking the image of a child throwing a temper tantrum. “Because it would be extremely convenient for me if my two best friends were dating.” Tim had the misfortune of snorting when everyone else in the room had gone frighteningly quiet. Damian’s eyes shot to him. He pointed at Tim accusingly. “She was supposed to end up with my idiot not your idiot.”

“That's why you brought me?” Marinette asked. “You said you wanted me to be here to support you while you spoke with your father because I made you feel better. But you were just trying to pimp me out?” Kon’s grip on her tightened at the hurt lacing her voice. Damian’s eyes zeroed in on the movement and Dick had to adjust to holding him back instead of comforting him.

“I was not pimping you out!” Damian objected more annoyed than concerned. “There was no payment involved and sex was entirely up to you.”

Marinette stared at him incredulously. “Oh, thank you for that,” she snapped.

“You’re welcome,” he nodded, seemingly satisfied with her gratitude.

“She's not... isn't she here with you?” Jason asked carefully.

“Yes, she is here with me as my friend. I brought her here so she could meet Jon and start dating him,” Damian gritted out.

“So... you two aren't dating or pre-dating?” Dick asked again, hoping Damians answers this time would somehow make more sense. He had been so absolutely confident that they were just dancing on the edge of dating.

“Obviously.”

Dick stared at Damian, his answer not making the situation make more sense. The room was completely still for a few moments before Duke finally broke the silence. “What is pre-dating?”

Dick blinked at him. “It’s when… it’s like before you’re dating.”

Duke shot him the flattest look he could manage. “Yeah, thanks, got that from the ‘pre’ part. I know how the English language works.”

“It’s when you’re laying the groundwork. You haven’t actually asked them out yet but you both know it’s just a matter of time,” Dick clarified, his hands waving around in a pattern that seemed to accentuate his point in his mind but seemed completely non-sensical to everyone else.

Duke studied him. “Do you both have to know? What if it’s a surprise to the other when the one asks them out?”

“Still counts,” Dick answered at the same time Jason said, “That’s one-sided pining,” and Tim said “That’s just real life.” They stared at each other in confusion.

“Hold up!” Kon cut in. “I’m not an idiot.”

Damian scoffed. “Based on how long it took you to figure out I’d insulted you; you appear to be mistaken.”

“You thought I was dating him?” Marinette asked, finally breaking away from Kon’s chest, though his arms were still resting lightly on his waist to direct the question to the rest of his family. “We said we were just friends… multiple times.”

“Yeah,” Dick started slowly, “but I thought... right. No, we knew that,” he finished as casually as he could manage.

She wiggled out of Kon’s embrace, much to his enjoyment, so she could step closer to Damian and smack him on the chest. “I told you they would think we were dating no matter what we said.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “And I told you they would figure it out.” He motioned vaguely toward the rest of the room without taking his eyes off her. “Look at that they have.”

“Hey guys!” Jon greeted everyone as he tucked his phone in his back pocket. “Welcome back. Oh hey, you two finally separated. Nice. Perfect timing.”

Damian stared at him for a few seconds before rounding on Marinette. “You've ruined the entire plan,” he growled at her. “You were supposed to be here not separating from him!” He motioned toward Jon.

“Well, you didn't tell me the plan, did you?” she hissed back. “It helps to have collaboration on a plan when you INFORM YOUR COHORTS WHAT THE PLAN IS.”

“Yeah, Damian,” Jon added. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. I'm dating someone else."

“What?” Damian exclaimed, rounding on Jon. “When did that happen?”

“A few weeks ago. I was going to introduce you at the party tomorrow. I just got off the phone with him,” he motioned toward his pocket.

“You cannot be dating someone,” Damian scoffed. “I didn't approve of anyone. I haven't done research on them.”

Jon and Mari let out matching scoffs. "I don't need your approval to date someone," Jon reminded him.

"We are not chess pieces you can move around at your will to suit your whims," Marinette chided. Damian glared at her, a calculating look in his eyes.

"She was not issuing a challenge," Jon cut in before Damian could make any plans.

Damian huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're more like checker pieces anyway. Maybe even Candyland."

“So... you're not mad about...” Dick motioned between Mari and Kon.

“Furious,” Damian huffed.

Mari rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. The fact that he didn’t shrug her off signaled to the rest of the family more about his state of mind than any words either Marinette or Damian had said up until that point. “But he'll get over it. Are you guys going to join us for the movie marathon now?”

“You just missed Trading Places,” Jon nodded.

“We missed Trading Places?” Jason gasped.

“I mean, they pretty much did too,” Jon grinned, looking pointedly at Marinette and Kon.

Marinette batted at him, her cheeks blushing profusely, but Kon grinned proudly. “He’s not wrong. So, I’m okay with putting it on again.”

“Mon Dieu,” Marinette whimpered. Kon wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the crown of her head. But Damian pushed the two apart with a harumph.

“We will get popcorn while you guys get things set up,” he announced as he pulled her out of the room. Marinette grabbed Jon’s hand and pulled him along with them.

“So... you and Marinette…” Dick started carefully.

“Yeah…” Kon hedged nervously.

“Congrats,” Duke cut in before Dick could say anything.

“She seems like a good kid,” Jason agreed.

“She's our age,” Kon grumbled.

“But Damian's friend, so a kid,” Tim grinned.

“No. I'm dating her so we won't be calling her a kid. No matter what Tim says, I’m not creepy, and that would definitely be creepy,” Kon ordered, voice firm. He looked between Jason and Tim to make sure they heard him then narrowed his eyes at them. “But what is creepy? You two agreeing.”

Dick chuckled and popped up between Tim and Jason, throwing his arms over their shoulders. “Fair. Now come on, we need to get the room set up. Jason, get out the blankets. Duke, you’re on pillows. Tim, Kon, and I will work on a plan to keep Damian from killing Kon.”

“I appreciate that,” Kon nodded.

“We got your back,” Jason nodded.

“If only to keep Damian from stabbing you in it,” Duke grinned.

Kon’s appreciative gaze turned flat. “Thanks.” Duke snickered as he dropped more pillows on the couches and chairs. “Come on,” Kon implored, “he brought a beautiful, brilliant, creative, kind woman he wasn’t interested in dating home for the holidays. He should have known something would happen. You guys don’t bring people home because of that, right?”

Dick scoffed and threw a pillow at Jason who ducked easily under it before dumping his blankets on one of the chairs. “I just assume he’ll go after them after we’ve broken up.”

“Hey,” Jason objected. He threw one of the blankets at Dick. “I only did that once… that you know of,” he added under his breath.

“What was that?” Dick asked, eyes narrowed.

“Nothing,” Jason said innocently.

“I don’t think we have the same taste,” Tim shrugged.

“I don’t bring anyone around for entirely different reasons,” Duke snorted.

“What reason is that?” Jon asked with a knowing grin.

Marinette and Damian followed closely behind carrying trays. “We come bearing popcorn!” she cheered, holding up her tray with several bowls of popcorn.

“And candy,” Jon joined in, holding up his own tray with bowls of candy. “And drinks.” He motioned with his elbow to the tray in Damian’s hands, who grumbled and rolled his eyes rather than holding up his tray.

“Oh, this looks great!” Marinette squealed and started distributing the blankets. Jon and Damian angled one of the couches toward the television before plopping down on it. Marinette was slower to move, her eyes darting to Kon who grinned at her attention. He reached out to pull her over to the couch he and Tim had just angled toward the television as well, but before he could Damian yanked Marinette down onto the couch with him.

Kon huffed but Marinette broke down in giggles. When she finally stopped, she scooted closer to Damian and looked pointedly at the space next to her she’d just left free, a space just big enough for someone to fit in snugly. “Let’s get started,�� Damian huffed.

“Can’t wait,” Marinette agreed quietly, her attention squarely pointed away from the television and on the man next to her.

Kon grinned and threw his arm over her shoulders. “Me either,” he agreed.

Damian made a retching sound and turned his whole body toward the television. “Disgusting. Never bringing a friend home again.”

#maribat #marikon #konnette #platonic damianette

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vodkassassin · 5 months ago

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bro i'm bored too so this is perfect (btw this is muffin from the spleenectomy server i just have a different tumblr name)

i recently took a break from banging tim drake around my brain like a tennis ball machine in a glass cage bc i was visiting family but now i am back home and back on my bullshit

IMAGINE: after reversing joker junior on tim, he gets amnesia and is taken in by harley, who at this point has realized that the whole situation with joker and junior was horrible. she's also not mentally stable enough to take care of a whole ass child, since she has no idea who this kid used to be before the brainwashing, so she calls in a couple favors and soon enough, tim is getting passed around in a weird custody arrangement by the whole gotham rogues gallery

meanwhile, bruce is shutting down from grief since he thinks that tim killed joker then himself. jason comes back to a broken father he honestly has no idea how to deal with. the green haze of the lazarus doesn't accept a batman who solemnly takes any accusation jason throws at him like he deserves it. the family heals slowly but surely, and eventually damian joins hearing stories about his predecessor, a kind and bright boy taken from them too soon

tim? is living it up with more parental figures than he can count on both hands, learning the tricks of the trade and finally letting his mastermind brain extend to areas he previously ignored. raising a child brought together the rogues in a way never seen before, and any genuine animosity between them has turned into rivalries at the worst. tim still retains his strong moral compass, and while he doesn't approve of his aunts' and uncles' illegal activities, he'll still bail them out after an attack gone wrong

eventually, whispers of his existence spread around to lower level goons and make their way to red hood's ear. something something the bats have to confront the fact that tim, even without his memories, seems happier and healthier surrounded by career criminals than he's ever been with them

and what does that mean about how they've treated him?

OUCHIE muffin you hurt me heart…. Do it again.

Jason meanwhile is like “damn y’all fucked up didnt you” bc he never met Tim. He’s also vaguely rougue-shaped at this point so he gets to enjoy spoiling his younger bro and rubbing it in his family’s faces.

Damian, who also never met a Tim before now, also gets along with him like a house on fire. They play murder-tag across the rooftops sometimes when he’s on patrol. No real murder, ofc, that’s just what they call it. Super safe dw.

Bruce and Dick are jealous as FUCK but they’re also too caught up in their grief and guilt complexes that they have yet to get over their bullshit about the entire thing

#Tim drake #rougue gallery community kiddo au

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vee-crytraps · 9 months ago

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Kiss Me More | Ch 4-2 | {Ornament}

Chapter Summary: The optics change. AN: Part 2 because Tumblr has a word limit apparently!

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist} First | Previous | Part 4-1

Shoving the empty glasses in your hands, Jason pulled away from you and straightened his suit, leaving you adrift in this sea of rich harpies and creepy business ghouls. Luckily, with your dance card full for the evening, you had a good reason to excuse yourself from the conversations some of them try to start with you on your way over to Tim.

“Hey,” You hook an arm around his the second you get close, your grin faltering when you noticed his unsteady stance. “Woah- hey, Tim.”

“Hm?”

Taking his face in your hands, you furrow your brows and search his gaze. “Don’t tell me you pulled an all nighter at Waynetech. How long has it been since you slept?”

“What can I say? Some of us have actual responsibilities outside of fighting crime,” He mutters, leaning on you regardless.

“Yes, you live a totally fulfilling life guzzling down that speed you call coffee with your eyes practically glued to your monitor.”

“I work hard,” Tim protests, laughing. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s spent his nights pouring over data entries and making notes, but he knows you won’t let him get away with the truth.

“Too hard,” you counter, painted lips pulling into a gentle frown. “Promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight. I’ll beg Bruce to let you out of here a few hours early if you do.”

“I promise I’ll try,” he shrugged, reaching up to adjust a bit of hair that was coming loose from one of your golden barrettes. “Any other demands?”

“Well, while I’m at it,” You tease, grabbing his hands in yours as you walked him back to the dance floor. If he was still here despite looking like a zombie, you knew he wasn’t allowed to leave just yet. The least you can do is keep him awake. “I’m making my rounds. Could you dance with me? It’ll be a short song. Promise.”

You don’t know what to make of the way his gaze flicker from your eyes to your lips.

“Fine,” he says, managing to follow you without making a big show of rolling his eyes.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and he sets his on your waist. He’s keeping his distance, and you feel like you’re at a middle school dance.

“I actually tested negative for cooties this morning, so, you know if you want to consider holding me closer-“

He pulls you close with a heavy sigh. “You’re such a little czar. I was beginning to wonder when all that spoiling would get to your head.”

“Well, don’t worry. I can’t give Damian a run for his money just yet.”

Tim offers a non committal chuckle and you fall into silence as you sway, your chest brushing his every once in a while. He’s looking everywhere except for you, and you search your brain for a reason for him to be so…uncomfortable around you.

The silence is awkward and goes on for a little too long, before he pipes up.

“I uh…We’ve never danced together before. I’m just realizing.”

“You were always too busy. Bruce and his shareholder buddies usually soak up all of your time at these things. Work, work, work. No wonder you’re so wound up.”

“I…don’t want to work tonight.” Tim admits, his voice a low rumble. “I don’t even want to think about it, to he honest.” He goes quiet for another moment before he can look at you again, his gaze slipping from your eyes, to your lips, to your chest. He’s too tired to catch himself on time, so he clears his throat and meets your gaze once more. “I just want to dance with you. And talk to you. And uh. Look at you.”

“I’m glad someone’s looking,” You laugh. “This dress cost a fortune. And it matches your tie.”

Tim has to fight himself not to pull away just to take another good look at you. And the way your chest strains against your dress with each deep breath. You’re just about giving him an aneurism keeping yourself pressed to him like this.

“So it does,” he agrees, pulling away as the song ends. He treats you like you’re about to burn him, but he tries to be nice about it with a tired smile stretched over his face. You chalk it up to exhaustion and let him pat your cheek before he excuses himself to talk to some of the businessmen clearly hovering near the dance floor.

You don’t see the way he positions himself to watch you as you make your way through the room again, looking past the dress to the woman inside it. And while he isn’t proud of this, he absolutely makes sure to memorize every detail so he can fantasize about you later tonight.

It’s easy to find Dick at these events.

All you have to do is look for the crowd of eager women looking to be charmed. You politely make your way through them, each one making sure to step aside for you- though they noticeably less eager to do so, now that you’re dressed like one of them.

“Hello there,” You greet, watching with a grin as Dick eagerly shoves his glass into a young lady's hand so that he can take both of yours in his.

Dick has a soft spot for you and Damian, often eager to make time for you, doing his best to make sure that you felt welcome. It had caused you to lean on him more than most in your early years as a part of the family, especially since you’d come to know him before your mother had even died.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He flashes that carefree smile that isn’t supposed to take your breath away, but by god, it totally does. Because how could you ignore those sparking blue eyes and white teeth and cheeks flushed from one too many glasses of champagne.

“I was thinking we could have our dance now,” You laugh, and the women around you eat it up. While you were certainly dressed like the competition, they elected not to see you as a threat- instead opting to revert to treating you like were the Wayne Family purse dog.

They ooh-ed and aww-ed as the handsome, charming Dick Grayson excused himself from the gaggle of gorgeous (mostly) single socialites to spare some time for his little sister. You know what the gossip rags and the magazines will print, that he’s a ‘man written by a woman’ or ‘Golden Retriever coded’. And while Dick isn’t vain, he will almost certainly let it go to his head for the next few days.

Being Bruce’s first kid probably had him starved for compliments. You remember how he used to balance on balconies or swing from chandeliers at these things, when it was your mother’s legs you were tucked behind, instead of Bruce’s.

The women pout and feign jealousy. One of them even dares to pinch your cheek. “Don’t take too long,” she coos to you, completely wasted. “We want our turn with him!” Her drink threatens to splash over the rim of her glass, and you remember Jason’s warning about getting sloppy drunk. It wasn't a good look at all.

“You’re as popular as ever,” You comment, rubbing your cheek with your free hand as you lead Dick to the dance floor. “Having fun?”

Dick offers a dramatic sigh as he follows you, pulling you close once you reach the center of the dance floor. “When will my public realize there’s more than enough of me to go around?” He teases, immediately resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh, the woes of being Bruce Wayne’s super handsome, charming, witty, golden child,” You commiserate, reciting his virtues as if they were burdens. Though there was an undercurrent of the truth. Of the responsibility that comes with being one of the ‘perfect’ kids.

“Yes, yes, yes and yes,” Dick agrees, ticking off imaginary boxes while you dramatically recite his attributes.

“Dad loves showing you off at these things. Even if he’d never admit it,” you observe.

He twirls you, making sure you get another change to show off your impressive dress. He drinks in the view.

“It’s a win-win. I’ll take any opportunity to show off,” he jokes. But only kind of. “If I was any more…what was it? Charming, witty…” He trails off, fishing for the last compliment.

“Handsome,” you supply.

“Super handsome,” he corrects, before continuing. “-you’d probably want to marry me. Again, anyway.”

“Dick,” You resist the urge to shove him, knowing where he was going with this. “I was like, seven years old. A teddy bear officiate and a candy ring hardly implies ‘intent to marry you when I hit 18’-”

“You can’t still be upset about the prenup.” He interjects. “My lawyer just wanted what was best for me.”

“Your lawyer was a stuffed spider. And your terms were bullshit anyway,” you laugh so hard that you stumble into him, but he steadies you. His touch lingers on your forearms, stroking them before his hands rest respectfully on your waist. “You wanted the dollhouse and the furniture." You continue. "I would have been destitute!”

“What’s a dollhouse without any furniture?”

“You’re insufferable!” You scold, laughing as you lightly slap at his chest. Dick can’t help but think about how amazing the pictures are going to look tomorrow, with you, dressed like this in his arms, laughing at his jokes as he twirls you about the dance floor. He makes a note to talk to the photographer about having some printed off.

He wants to remember you just like this, pressed against him with a smile on his face. There’s so much time between you, and he knows it’s not okay- but he won’t feel ashamed about how good it feels to be so close to you. You had sounded so good this morning, mewling for him while he made you come with just his fingers. A part of him had hoped that it would satisfy the part of him that yearns for you. He knows now that it was a long shot. Your influence on him was no small thing, and the scope of it was only now becoming clear to him.

“So when do you plan on tying the knot? Just so Mr. Arachne can get all my assets in order.” He pushes, hoping to get something out of you.

Dick knows it’s a ridiculous question. It’s not the fifties, and you were only 18. Quite freshly, at that. Still, he was desperate for something, anything he could use to peak inside your pretty little mind. “You’re certainly not wanting for admirers.”

In his periphery, he can spot the way several attendees openly gawk at you. Even more glancing sidelong. It’s annoying, but he can’t blame him. Your ass does look incredible in this dress.

“I’d have to get through a second date, first.” You sigh, unaware of Dick’s dilemma as you cycle through your own. His shoulders are so well defined under your hands, his body toned and sculpted under the sharp, well tailored suit. You wet your lips in thought, and it nearly kills him.

“I don’t really know if I’m…wife material.” The admission comes out a little forced.

It’s more than Bruce’s over protective tendencies. It’s everything. It’s your body- that damn near developed overnight. It’s your hormones and your raging shame over your attraction to your adoptive brothers. It’s your position as Bruce’s kid and the exhaustion of beating away the fortune hunters who try and throw their teenage sons at you.

The truth is, while you’ve long wanted to be desired, you have some trouble navigating it. It all seems so sudden- people liked you, wanted to fuck you. Some guy at a party even told he he loved you once, after just one kiss.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Dick says with finality, spinning you around once more. “Of course you’re wife material.”

He pulls you close, his hands slipping down to your hips before he can stop himself. “You’re one of the most intelligent, strong willed and capable women I’ve ever met. Any person would be lucky to have you. “

It seems a bit far fetched to you, when you compare yourself to Barbara and Cass and Steph and fucking Wonder Woman; smart, powerful, bright and super. You appreciate the sentiment all the same.

“Thank you, Dick.” Your smile is soft and genuine as you step back, moving to fix your hair from all of the spinning. Your hairstyle has come undone in your revelry, and that just won’t do for your pictures with Bruce.

“I’ll let you get back to your harem.” You wish you were allowed to spend more time with him at these things. Dancing with him is always so much fun.

“If that’s what you want to call them,” he grins, winking at you. A long beat passes as you both walk to the edge of the crowd, and he brushes some of the hair that has fallen in your face.

He’s looking at you, the way he had this morning.

“What time do you plan on leaving?” His voice drops low, eyes intense as your heart threatens to beat out of your fucking chest.

“Dick,” you mumble, placing a hand on his chest.

“Do you want me to be bold?” He grins down at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can do bold.”

Leaning in, Dick brushes his lips against your ear, the intimate moment lost in the swell of the crowd. “I know I’m supposed to have some fun and charm a couple of the benefactors, but all I can focus on is you, little bird.”

To say that Dick Grayson is a hero without a superpower is total bullshit. He's killing you right now. You feel like the only reason you’re still standing is because your body doesn’t know whether you should melt into a puddle or just drop dead.

His thumb swipes over your cheek, keeping his grip on you for a moment longer before showing some mercy. Breaking your brain has boosted his ego, and he’s grinning as he pulls away. “See you at home, sis.”

Before you can blink, Dick integrates into the crowd, deciding to talk to several women who are gushing over what they could make of your supposed sweet sibling moment. You can’t bring yourself to wonder if anyone suspects that you know how it feels to have him curl his fingers deep within you. Part 4-1 | Part 4-3

#tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #v.fic #kiss me more #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader

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msfcatlover · 2 years ago

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Okay, but in the Reverse!Robins AU, when Bruce is dead & everything is a mess, here’s how Jason gets the Red Robin arc:

Jason just wants to help, but it gets spoiled at every turn.

Damian is having an existential crisis because he’s been working so hard for nearly a decade to define his own path/identity, but there’s a big part of him that still feels like it’s his duty to follow in his father’s footsteps. It’s tearing him apart inside over whether he’s a bad brother for trying to take what he’s already abdicated, or a bad brother for forcing the others to carry the mantle, or a bad son for not stepping up, even though that’s what Talia wanted more than Bruce, but Bruce & Damian aren’t that close since Steph died, and maybe Damian’s been wrong this whole time—

Cass doesn’t know how to process grief really, because the only huge losses in her life are Steph’s death & Tim’s mobility, and with the latter she was mostly relieved he wasn’t dead too. She’s getting everyone’s grief 24/7, but she doesn’t know how to talk to them about it or her own. She declared long ago she wanted to be Batman, and everyone seemed very happy then, but suddenly she doesn’t feel ready for it. And on top of all that, she’s the only one Dick even tries to spend time with, because she’s the only one who doesn’t either lash out at him or try to get him to talk when he doesn’t want to.

Duke is trying to hold everyone together, and as the oldest he’s trying to get Bruce’s affairs in order, and it’s such a mess he actually has to stop being the Signal for a little while. Even though he’s normally the family’s emotional rock, he’s frazzled & exhausted, he doesn’t know what to do, and his temper is burning pretty short even as he tries to hold it together for his siblings.

Dick honestly seems to hate Jason, for reasons Jason cannot comprehend. Every time Jason tries to reach out to Dick, he ends up getting screamed at or having something thrown at him, and eventually Jason just gives up. (Dick is a complete fucking mess, because just as he was starting to settle in at the Manor and find something resembling stability again, his foster father went & died on him.)

Steph is AWOL since the funeral, and generally ignores “family troubles” like the plague.

Tim still figures out Bruce is still alive. He doesn’t want to get the younger kids’ hopes up, so he approaches Duke, Damian, & Cass with his evidence instead of calling a family meeting. It… does not go well.

Jason beats a retreat from the tension at the manor, telling Alfred he’s going to crash with Tim for a while. Alfred, Cass, & Duke all try to hide their relief over not having to worry about Jason for a little while. Wrongly believing Jason & Tim will keep eachother grounded.

While at Tim’s, Jason find his folder of evidence. Jason immediately confronts Tim with it, and Tim starts to get defensive before realizing Jason believes him. They go over all of it, as well as Tim’s plans & theories for where/how to find further information.

But Jason sees several problems Tim refuses to acknowledge. Gotham needs Oracle, now more than ever. And a not insignificant part of Tim’s plan relies on exploiting the resources of a certain obvious but unnamed group. Everyone knows Ra’s put the hit out on Tim all those years ago as a sort of “if I can’t have you, no one can” thing, and either intended to end Tim’s vigilante career or figured being unable to stand without crutches was significant enough punishment. But only Jason was there when Tim found the card inviting Tim back for a dip in the Pit whenever Tim was ready to admit he ‘needed’ it; Jason leant Tim his lighter to burn the note. So Jason might be the only one who knows Ra’s has been waiting for Tim to come groveling back ever since that bullet clipped Tim’s spine. And Ra’s definitely won’t deign to help Tim without ‘fixing’ him first.

Jason’s not about to let his big brother get sucked back into that mess. Not Ra’s spiral of abuse & manipulation, not the potentially devastating side effects of the Pit, and not the struggles with worth Tim’s had since he had to hang up his cape. No way.

And Talia has made it very clear she’d be interested in training Jason.

So Jason steals Tim’s plans. Jason modifies them. Jason tells Tim that Jason’s going to go stay with the Titans, because Jason needs to get out of Gotham for a little while, and asks Tim to cover for him.

Jason steals a credit card for one of Damian’s alternate identities, knowing full well Damian’s too much of a mess to notice the charges until it’s too late.

Jason zetas to San Francisco, and asks the Titans to cover for him if anyone comes asking.

Jason uses Damian’s card to buy a plane ticket.

By the time anyone realizes what’s happened, Jason’s in too deep to risk extraction. After all, you can’t just flatter your way into an al Ghul’s favor only to back out at the last second, and no one in the family is emotionally equipped for delicacy right now.

Tim just has to do his best to make things easier for Jason, play dumb when anybody asks, and pray he isn’t setting his baby brother up to get murdered.

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sofya-fanfics · 1 year ago

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I Have Always Loved You

Fandom : Spy x Family

Relationship : Damian x Anya

My Flufftober 2023 contribution for the prompt : “Wait you love me?” - “I always have.”

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Damian sat alone in the back of the room and bounced one leg up and down. He had had enough. He wanted to leave and brood. But Anya had insisted that he be there and he could not refuse. They had just graduated and Becky wanted to celebrate by throwing a party. Their entire class was there. Especially James, Damian thought with a frown. This boy annoyed him extremely. Especially when he was too close to Anya.

Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.

@flufftober

AO3 / FF.NET

Damian sat alone in the back of the room and bounced one leg up and down. He had had enough. He wanted to leave and brood. But Anya had insisted that he be there and he could not refuse. They had just graduated. After all these years at Eden Academy, they were finally graduating and Becky wanted to celebrate by throwing a party. Their entire class was there. Especially James, Damian thought with a frown.

This boy annoyed him extremely. Especially when he was too close to Anya. During their first years at the academy, Damian had never really paid attention to him. They were in the same class, but they had never really spoken to each other.

One day, when they were twelve, James and Anya had been pair up for a presentation. It brought them closer together. They talked, they laughed, they spent their free time together. Of course, Becky was always with them, but Damian was too jealous to notice her. Even then, they were together, laughing. Ewen and Emile stood in front of him, blocking his view of Anya and James.

“Damian, why are you staying alone ?” Ewen asked.

“We graduated ! Come have fun !” Emile continued.

Both had huge smiles on their faces and they wanted their best friend to enjoy the party. It was true that he graduated and it was true that he had to celebrate. However, he had this knot in his stomach that prevented him from having fun. But just because he was in a bad mood it did not mean he had to spoil his friends' party. He stood up suddenly.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

He headed towards the exit, ignoring his two friends who asked him to stay. He went out and the fresh air hit him. He could feel the difference in temperature compared to the heat inside. Maybe some fresh air would help him to calm his nerves.

“Damian !”

His heart skipped a beat. Anya ? What was she doing there ?

“Is everything alright ?” She asked. “You left so quickly.”

“It’s okay,” he answered, pretending to be indifferent.

Anyway, he thought, how could she know if he was okay or not, since she spent all her time glued to James. Anya opened her eyes wide as if she was surprised. Had he answered too abruptly without realizing it ? He wanted to apologize, but Anya cut him off.

“Why don’t you like James ?”

For a second, Damian did not know what to say. He expected everything but that.

“Why did you say that ?” He managed to ask.

“You're not very nice to him. Even if you're not always very nice to everyone.”

Damian winced as he thought about how he had treated Anya when they were children. But she never held a grudge against him and had become his friend.

“With James it’s different,” Anya continued. “I can see you don't like him. If you got to know him...”

Damian rolled his eyes. She wanted him to become friends with James, but that was something he refused.

“You’ll see he’s very nice.”

“Forget it Anya.”

“I'm sure you could become friends.”

“I told you to forget it !”

Why was she insisting ? Why did not she understand that he did not want to be friends with James ? Why did not she see how he felt ? Anger and sadness rose within him. He brought his hand to his chest and clenched his fist, hoping to make the pain go away. If he became friends with James, he would have to put up with seeing him with Anya and that was impossible for him.

“Why are you reacting like that ?”

“Anya, stop.”

“Help me to understand.”

“Because I love you !”

Silence took over between them. Damian's words rang in their ears. He felt like his heart was going to explode. He never thought he would admit that he loved her that way. Anya looked at him, surprised. She opened and closed her mouth several times, before saying :

“Wait you love me ?”

Damian sighed and ruffled his hair. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“I always have.”

Strangely, he felt good. Of course, he was afraid of her reaction, but he also felt free for having confessed his feelings to her. Even though he wished things were different and that he had not told her he loved her because of his jealousy towards James. He looked at Anya who was lost in thought. He heard her mutter :

“I understand now what was in your thoughts.”

“What ?”

Anya came back to reality and opened her eyes wide, as if she had been caught red-handed. This was not the first time she had done this, Damian thought.

“Nothing,” she replied.

“You don't have to answer me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me ?”

“The fear of being rejected, of losing you and that things will be different between us.”

“Is that why you are jealous of James ?”

She still talk about him. As if she knew what he was thinking, she took his hand to reassure him.

“You don’t have to be jealous of him. He's my friend, like Becky. And even though you're also my friend, how I feel about you is different than how I feel about Becky or James.”

She blushed and her hand shook slightly. It was the first time Damian had seen her like this. He wondered if she felt the same way as him. He felt hope rising within him. He squeezed her hand, hoping that he would convey to her what he felt. Without him expecting it, Anya stood on tiptoe and put her lips on his. It had only lasted a second, but for Damian, it had been the most beautiful second. Anya pulled away slightly.

“I love you too.”

She kissed him again and Damian kissed her back. He shyly put his arms around her and held her close. Nothing mattered except Anya. He loved her and she had just confessed to him that she loved him too and that was all that mattered.

The end

#flufftober #flufftober2023 #spy x family #damianya #damian x anya #damian desmond #anya forger #damianya fanfiction #spy x family fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

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runixa · 9 months ago

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I'm rereadina another Victoria goddard book.

This time "derring do for beginners.

And it made me cry.

Spoilers coming up

Damian has spent 65 percent of the book not being able to see. And not knowing he could t see.

And I think that is such a brilliant way to show what it's like to go through life with a disability and suddenly get diagnosed.

Suddenly all the ways you thought you were stupid and broken have no answer.

But you went through all your life. 16 years for Damian. Without understanding why the world was different for you then for the people around you.

And everyone around you sees a version of you that isn't true. And you don't even know it isn't you.

To have the reader and all the characters completely unaware of it until more than halfway through and then everything shifts on you. It really feels like that.

It's even true to finding out a lives one was diagnosed with something.

And Damian's desire to find some small way to pay jullanar back for giving him the gift of understanding himself, and being able to see and read... That's what prompted this post. I've felt that before.

I'm struggling to think of an example with a person right now (I know there are some. But it can be hard for me to pull up examples.

But I should get a better wheel chair, but I can't bring myself to stop using or even use this one less, because it was my first, and it gave me so much freedom back.

I remember getting it for the first time. And Damian's experience feels pretty true to that.

It was not as scary for me. As suddenly being able to see your loved ones faces and realize you haven't seen them really before would be. But the world still shifted.

It's so beautiful. And the writing supports it so well.

This was very rambly. And I'm not sure it will make sense to anyone but me. But I wanted to share and not spoil It for my friends in case I managed to convince them to read these

#red company #my favorite author #victoria goddard #jullanar of the sea #books ive read #talking about disability #rambling

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marsrize · 2 years ago

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Like Cat Bird [Part 4 of 4]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3: Here.

WARNING : MIRACULOUS SEASON 5 SPOILERS!!! If you don't want to be spoiled I advise you not to read.

Pairing : Adrien x Damian

Chapter 4: Decision.

After the conversation at the park, Adrien found himself thinking about Damian in a different way. He couldn't deny that he felt a certain pull towards him, and the idea of exploring those feelings was both exciting and scary.

Adrien realized that it was Sunday evening. The next day he would see Damian again.

How was he supposed to behave? Did he have to give him an answer? What answer should he give?

He sighed.

Did he like Damian? The answer was yes.

Did he want more than a friendly relationship? The answer was maybe, why not?

Adrien's main problem was that he still had feelings for Ladybug, or rather for Marinette since his former classmate was Ladybug. The problem was that at the time he discovered this information the girl was dating Luka. Then, he had gone out with Kagami for a while, and it had not ended well. Of course, the girl had moved on and was dating his cousin Felix. But, he had not forgotten how much he had hurt the girl.

Finally, Adrien took his phone to contact a friend. The only person he could still talk to since he had no contact with his friends living in France.

He dialed Kagami's number. Yes, it's true that it was surprising for him to call his ex to talk about his love situation. But since he knew that she didn't see him as a romantic partner anymore, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Adrien felt nervous. He knew that she had a tendency to speak her mind without filtering her thoughts, but he also trusted her to give him honest advice.

She answered after a few rings.

“Adrien.”

"Kagami, I need to talk to you," Adrien said, his voice urgent.

"Is everything okay? It must be urgent for you to call me of all people. "

Adrien took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Something unexpected happened to me recently and I… don’t know how to deal with it…”

“Explain.”

Adrien began by explaining to her everything that had happened to him since he arrived in Gotham, he told her about his settlement, about his feeling of loneliness. Finally, he came to the most important subject for him: Damian.

He told her about how he had confronted Damian and how Damian had confessed his feelings for him. He also explained how he was unsure about how to proceed and how he didn't want to hurt Damian.

"I know who Damian Wayne is, Adrien. You have a gift for always picking the hardest choice."

"I honestly don't know what to say to that."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Kagami spoke again.

"Well, Adrien, I think you should take this opportunity to explore your feelings for Damian. It's not every day that someone confesses their feelings to you, especially someone who seems to genuinely care about you. And you never know, maybe you'll find that you have feelings for him too."

"But what if I don't? What if I hurt him?"

"Adrien, you can't control how someone feels about you. All you can do is be honest with him about your own feelings and intentions. It's better to be upfront and potentially hurt him now than to lead him on and hurt him even more later.”

Adrien sighed, knowing that Kagami was right. He thanked her for her advice and promised to keep her updated on what happened. As they said their goodbyes, Adrien knew that he had a lot to think about and a difficult decision to make.

After thinking about it for a while, Adrien decided to give Damian a chance. The big question now was how he was going to say this to his face.

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As the morning sun rose, Adrien found himself waiting in front of their middle school for Damian. He had decided to tell him his decision in person, wanting to show him that he respected him enough to do so. Adrien felt nervous, but also a sense of determination to face his fears and be honest with Damian.

He saw Damian walking towards him, looking as stoic as ever. But as he approached, Adrien noticed a hint of apprehension in his eyes, which made him feel a little better about his own nerves.

"Good morning, Adrien," Damian greeted him, coming to a stop in front of him.

"Morning, Damian," Adrien said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Can we talk? In private?”

Damian looked at him for a moment. Then he nodded. They didn't have much time before their first class started. They headed to a deserted area at the back of the buildings. Adrien decided to speak up right away. If he didn't, he felt he would never have the courage to say what was on his mind.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you about what you said the other day."

“I figured.”

“So…. Hmm..”

Adrien felt his heart racing. He was so nervous that he felt like he was in a desert without water and dehydrated.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking and…I… I've decided to give us a chance."

Adrien looked at his feet. He didn't have the courage to raise his head.

"I've never dated a boy. I.... I don't really know how I feel but... I... I like you. I don't know if it's love or something else. But... I want to see what this could be... If... If you'll let me."

Adrien heard no reply. All he heard was silence. Finally, Adrien looked up to see if Damian was still there.

The boy was looking at him expectantly.

“Damian?”

Damian's face broke into a rare smile, and Adrien felt relieved.

" We can take it slow and see where it goes… I guess."

Adrien smiles at him and felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He felt grateful that he had someone who was willing to be patient with him and support him through this new experience.

"Thank you, Damian. I appreciate your understanding."

They stood in silence for a few moments, just taking in the new dynamic between them. Suddenly, the middle school bell rang, announcing the start of classes.

"Uh, we should probably head to class," Adrien said, breaking the silence.

Damian nodded, and they made their way to their classroom, side by side. Adrien felt a sense of excitement and nervousness about the unknown future, but he also felt a sense of peace knowing that he had made the right decision.

#maribat fanfic #maribat fic #maribat damian wayne #maribat adrien agreste #maribat adrienxdamian #adrienxdamian

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uniasus · 5 months ago

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Damian gets off the bus in Bludhaven. He's been here before, once or twice. But visits to Dick, or Nightwing, are not usually taken via bus.

It's not that long of a walk, but Damian makes it longer, going past the street he needs by one, two, ten blocks before he turns and heads back. He's not sure he should be here. He's not sure the point. But he know Dick would want him to talk to someone and Dick? Dick might be the only one who understands.

He knocks confidently of Dick's door, shoulders back, hands fisted.

"Damian." He's surprised. Damian is too, a little bit. His feet were supposed to take him back to the bus station.

"Grayson."

They stare at each other for a heartbeat before Dick sweeps a hand into the apartment in welcome. "Last names, huh? Must be serious."

"It...is."

Not Robin and Nightwing serious. But maybe more.

Damian gets right to it. "When Todd died," Dick tenses, "did you think about joining him?"

"What?"

"I know he's actually alive. But before you knew that, if his ghost had come to you and asked you to join him, would you have?"

Dick steers him to the couch, face furrowed.

"Can I have some context-"

"Yes or no, Dick."

"No."

Damian looks at him. "No?"

"No. I'd be tempted. A lot." Dick grabs Damian's hand, his large palm covering Damian's fist. "He's my baby brother, and I missed him so much. But I wouldn't be able to leave the rest of my family behind. Bruce. Alfred. Timmy, eventually."

Dick pries open Damian's hand and interlinks their fingers. Damian presses his lips thin. His siblings have been the reason he's told Danny no, the last three times he's asked. But each time Danny asks for his big brother to follow him, it's harder to get him to back off and his asks are almost out right pleas. He wants to stay, but he's also convinced that eventually the ghost of his little brother will talk him into leaving. He used to spoil Danyal, give him anything he asked for. And all he wants right now is to show his big brother his new home. Damian is so close to saying yes, consequences be damned.

It's his fault Danny is dead. If letting his brother pull him into the beyond eases both their souls, Damian might do it. Is considering doing it.

"Damian, look at me."

He tilts his chin to look at Dick. Dick, who doesn't know that once upon a time Damian had been a big brother too.

"What's going on? You can tell me."

Except Damian cannot. He can't speak of Danyal Al Ghul without immense grief, even having seen his ghost. Talking about his dead brother means talking about how he died. Why he died. His blood on Damian's blade.

Dick didn't kill Jason. It's different.

Damian pulls his hand free. "Thank you, that's all i needed to hear."

He stands, but Dick pulls him down into a hug. "I'd stay for you," he says into Damian's hair.

"I...might," Damian responds.

Dick lets him go and Damian heads towards the door.

"You shouldn't listen to the dead, Damian," Dick calls out as Damian opens the door. "The living are more important."

Damian looks back at him. Nods. But as he walks to the bus station, hands in his pocket, he realizes that while Dick was certain in his answer, it didn't help Damian figure out his. He still doesn't know if the next time Danny asks, if Damian can refuse.

Dcxdp

Just thinking of like a demon twins au where danny finds out damian is no longer under their grandfathers rule and goes to visit him in ghost form.

And damian is grieving all over again. Because thats his little brother, dead at his hands. Never able to grow up and live a full life. Just this weird mirror version of it. And now that damians embraced his fathers way of preserving life it feels even more of a waste and he mourns the experiences they could've had together. It felt like less of a blow when he was still in the league and surviving wasnt much of a life. Danyal was most likely happier at rest then there, but now? Now damian wishes they had more time.

Danny not realizing hes forgotten to tell his brother hes actually still alive. keeps saying that damian should come with him. See his home, meet his friends, Etc. Damian thinking danyal wants to drag him to the afterlife. Considers it even, because he owes him that much. Scared by his own thoughts and telling bruce or dick about it. And theyre both grief stricken and furious. Just this whole misunderstanding snowballing. Another son but one whos been lost before they could ever meet. One theyd never been able to know. Who never got the chance to be a child before his time was cut short. And everyone wanting to find a way to lay danny to rest without him stealing damian away too. Bruce desperate to meet this imprint of a son he never met but terrified of it taking away the son he still has.

Lol thinking of like 100 ways this could go.

Bruce calling in constantine. Danny feeling betrayed that they called someone to banish him? He thought damian would be happy to see him? Would accept him. Thought he could meet his father as well.

Damian making him a grave and showing him that he can "rest" now like hed never been properly laid to rest with the league. Danny thinking its either a) a funny joke or b) finally realizes whats going on.

damian offering to go with him as long as hes able to come back? He still wants to live his life and there are others in dcu who can go between realms (sorta i guess?) Danny being like yeah? No duh we'll come back xD damian being like??? When he sees amity lol.

#dp x dc #damian al ghul #dick grayson #my fanfiction

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chaparro0456 · 3 months ago

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Damian hanging out with Jon after school

Jon : I wish i could go to a remote location to by myself you know

Damian: you can fly there just fly to an island

Jon: I mean i could but like i have to pay for tickets and hotel room plus food and i don’t have that kind of money plus i don’t feel like flying for that long

Damian: oh right i forgot how poor you are

Jon gasped: rude I ain’t poor i just don’t a Wayne

Damian he blinks: that’s rich to you ?

Jon: dude your dad is a billionaire yes he’s rich he’s one of the 1%

Damian: dude I’m an al ghul i have my own island and stuff

Jon: you have an island?!

Damian: yes my mother bought it for me I was like 6 years old

Jon: .. can we go to it

Damian: sure but you’re flying I don’t feel like getting one of the private jets that my grandfather gave me

Jon: you have jets?!?

#dc comics #damian wayne #dc robin #jonathan kent #damian al ghul #Damian al ghul has that kind of money #Damian is spoiled without even realizing it #idk how to tag this #idk i was bored

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years ago

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

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“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

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