#damian is trying to be nice i swear

[ky-landfill]

Do not be ridiculous, Drake. We are your family.

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce, who has a problem expressing emotions because he was teased for them in school as the "crazy Wayne kid"

Bruce, who used to clutch Alfred at night and wet himself due to his nightmares.

Bruce, who got flashbacks till his mid-twenties everytime he walked down an alley.

Bruce, who would hug a weeping Dick Grayson and stay with him until the night terrors were over, humming a soft lullaby that Bruce's mother sang for him

Bruce, who hardened his mouth and his life to keep the anger in check after Jason, because he knew if he didn't every criminal would pay.

Bruce, who sees Damian chopping up shrubbery and thinks "I was far worse as a child inside, it's a good thing he's letting it out"

Bruce, who can't walk by a homeless child in the street without calling his special Wayne Foundation liaison (who he keeps on speed dial) and asking her to find "one more spot"

Bruce, who sees Selina petting kittens and robbing the rich and thinks "if I could have had a life with her, that would have been nice"

Bruce, who looks at Cass' x-rays and sees her knit bones and swears to god he will break the bones of whoever's responsible for her upbringing

Bruce, who gives Tim projects that he himself can do faster because he sees attention-starved Tim trying to please him

Bruce, who looks at Clark smiling and thinks of what he can buy for his birthday to make him smile just like that.

Bruce to his parents in their graves after not being able to catch a criminal: I'm sorry. I've failed you. I'll try harder.

People who don't know Bruce: why is that man so unfeeling.

Bad DC writers: idk just that way i guess

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Headcanon that bludhaven hates heroes with a flaming passion bc theyre just cops in tights but love Nightwing and therefore vehemently deny his hero status to anyone and everyone.

Like there is no official Nightwing merch bc he’s a criminal he’s committing a crime okay vigilante justice is in fact not legal and he’s not TECHNICALLY on the justice league and he’s NOT TECHNICALLY the leader of the titans anymore. But there are about 400 different Etsy stores that make hoodies, crop tops, joggers, sweats, sunglasses, bracelets, t shirts with nightwings logo or some art of him on them.

Like they love this guy and will get into beef with any Gotham national who tries to claim Nightwing is THEIR hero.

1) hes not a hero he’s a criminal fuck you

2) you have a hero and just bc he’s shit at his job and needs our guy (who is NOT a hero) to help him sometimes doesn’t MEAN SHIT

people are walking around with tiny v shaped blue tattoos or embroidered on clothing but again NOT A HERO BLUDHAVEN DOESNT DO HEROS

There are coffee shops with bad nightwing pun names nightbird, beanwing, nightwinging it and so on

Every third piece of graffiti is this man’s logo

Every sandwich place or fast food chain has a ‘secret menu item’ that’s not actually secret bc everyone orders it and it’s just one of their normal items dyed blue (sodas, desserts, burger buns, condiments so on) some places will sell wings fried in blue panko bread crumbs and call them them ‘nightwings’ ofc these are ALL off the menu you can’t see these items and if you try to order them out of the city you get weird looks.

Superman goes on tv and says Nightwing is one of his favorite hero’s and bludhaven riots. wtf nightwing is your favorite hero you fuckin poser

1) nightwing isn’t a hero he’s a criminal so back off

2) he’s ours you and your frou frou fancy city that hasn’t been nuked by a sentient pile of radiation can fuck RIGHT off

Naturally the only person in bludhaven who is unaware of this is Dick Grayson bc tbh this man is too busy to give a fuck about what his city thinks of him. They trust him to get shit done. Good that’s all he needs okay he has 22 reports he needs to log he’s busy.

Tim Drake professional nightwing fanboy however is fucking furious about this because.

A) dick was a GOTHAM hero FIRST and bludhaven can suck it

B) fuck you nightwing isn’t just a a hero he’s THE HERO and the BEST hero and don’t be rude bc you have a complex

C) all of the cool nightwing merch only ships around bludhaven so has to get it ordered there and it’s just a hassle and he’d pay double he swears just let him get it delivered to where he is please Everytime he stops by bludhaven he leaves with 10 new pieces of nightwing merch and bc he has so much. Damian doesn’t think he notices when some of his doubles mysteriously go missing. He does.

D) since they are anti hero they are firmly unhelpful whenever he or Steph show up bc a case has lead them to the city

The one plus side was watching Jason Todd having a mental breakdown bc apparently in bludhaven redhood counts as a hero and is therefore hated.

“Yous worked with the bat yous a hero thems the rules”

“I KILL PEOPLE”

“Yeah so do cops and people always call them heroes”

“Okay but I kill people to protect the general public I put down scum”

“Cops say they do that too”

“I- okay you know what I’m a hero fine okay. Why isn’t nightwing a hero”

“Vigilante justice is a crime”

“I’m documentably worse than a vigilante”

“But you have worked with the bat”

“For money yeah”

“See you even get paid, face it you’re a hero which means you suck”

“You realize Nightwing has worked with the bat right like way more than I have”

“Listen that ain’t his fault okay, the bats incompetent and so are the rest to you idiots. He’s a nice guy and a good neighbor don’t mean he’s a hero”

“I- what the fuck is in this cities water”

“I don’t fuckin know but it’s prolly better than whatever gothams got in its harbor”

“I- yeah you’re probably right”

[damselneedssaving]

BATBOYS BUT THEY WITNESS A STRANGER PULL F!READER INTO A HUG AND CLAIM TO BE HER BOYFRIEND. FT. MARK GRAYSON! P.T.1

★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, older!duke thomas, everyone is 18+, mention of death, romance, mark is utterly devoted to you, jealousy, lots and lots of jealousy, little bit of dark!batboys, kind of dark!mark too

★ A/N: yes ik the pic is technically the mark variant who wears a shiesty but that's still mark and it's a hot pic so it's staying. anyway that poll on if y'all would read a mark grayson x reader fic alongside the batboys x reader was almost unanimously yes and i'm so happy because of it 🤭

★ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ★ | ★ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ★

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU ENDED UP HERE—

—trapped in the embrace of a stranger.

One moment, you're in your kitchen, preparing a nice, hot bowl of popcorn for both you and your house guests—the next?—you're at your door, stood rigid and tight and ever-so-still as your arms are pinned to your sides by another pair. A stronger pair.

A stranger's pair.

The embrace is warm, seeping with this longing you've only ever felt from Dick that one time he returned from a mission that lasted way longer than it should've; that one time he hugged you swearing he'd never let go.

But even then... Dick did eventually pull away.

Something about this stranger's tight grip tells you they won't.

Your name is whispered, breathed out on the tongue of whoever it is holding you as he squeezes just that tad bit more, just that tad bit tighter.

It's strange. You're sure you've never met this man in your life, yet something about his embrace feels familiar, intimate in a way no stranger could ever imitate. 

No stranger but this one at least.

You can ponder on it for all but a few more seconds before a new warmth is on your shoulder—this time: a recognisably familiar one—and without being given a moment to even blink, you're yanked out of the embrace of the stranger, vision flooded with the broad back of your dear friend as a click bounces off the walls of your once quiet apartment.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't lodge this bullet between your eyes."

Jason stands before you, finger nestled snug against the trigger of his gun like it's just waiting for the opportunity to pull it, like he's just as eager to give it the command to do so.

The stranger puts his hands up, and it's just then that you realise he's clad in a skin-tight suit. Yellow and blue. With goggles over his eyes. 

"I don't want any trouble."

"Yeah?" scoffs Jason, "Well you shoulda thought of that before pulling up at princess here's door."

"[Name], get behind me," Dick calls from further in your apartment, a hand quick to spread out over your clothed stomach and push you even further back than before.

You know by the way your light starts to flicker that Duke's also on guard, and you can't imagine that Tim or Damian are that far off either.

The tension in the room is thick—heavy in the air and just as swallowing—the boys' muscles all taut. It's as though they're ready to lunge the moment just a strand of hair moves out of place.

You try to swallow, but all that goes down your throat is sandpaper.

He catches it though.

The stranger's head tilts ever so slightly after your gulp, just enough so that you're fully in his field of view again.

From under those goggles, you can't really see his eyes, but the way his brows visibly pinch is enough for you to feel the desperation radiating off his form when he speaks your name again.

Dick moves to cover you further. "I don't think so, buddy."

"Look," the man states simply, head subtly moving back up, "I don't mean any harm, really. I just wanna see her."

"Tt." The slink of a sword slipping out its sheath sounds from behind you. "And what business is it that you have with her?"

The stranger tilts his head again, letting out a frustrated grunt when Dick only moves to counter once more. "[Name] please," he whispers, tone uneven, watery and wavering, "it's me: Mark—"

Then he does something unlike your boys, unlike any vigilante you've ever seen really, and he moves his hand up to his mask, slipping it off with the ease and trust of someone not currently at the door of a stranger's house.

"—Your boyfriend?"

You can't even fully observe his face before a bang bounces off the walls of your home.

Your eyes widen, pupils shaking and hand already pushing Dick to the side as you hiss out a severely pissed, "Jason!" 

But before you can even think of screaming your heart out at him, of having a go at your friend for shooting an innocent person at your door, your mouth falls agape, muscles tensing just as much as the rest of the vigilantes you know as you catch sight of what you're sure should've been a dead man on the ground.

Except he isn't dead. And he's nowhere near the ground.

In fact, he's floating off of it, brows now furrowed and lips pulled tight into a snarl as he yells, "What the hell, man?! You just shot me!"

"And you aren't dead," Jason replies through gritted teeth. "Why the fuck aren't you dead?"

"Not to worry," Damian replies before the stranger—before Mark—can, "I'll fix that."

All it takes is the lights flickering once more and the sound of a staff whirling in the wind for you to snap out of your little stupor, for you to see and hear and feel everything around you once again.

And once you do, your voice rings clear and final.

"Enough."

The boys tense, forms faltering as their eyes finally leave the stranger to fall on you.

You take a step forward.

Duke blocks your way.

"Duke." Your arms fold over your chest, his name stern and heavy on your tongue.

"[Name]"—his brows furrow—"you can't be serious. This is a stranger. A meta too, no less."

"And you aren't?" You quirk a brow. His jaw ticks. "He hasn't done anything. All he did was hug me."

"That doesn't mean he won't do anything," he retorts stubbornly. "That doesn't mean he can't do anything." Then, his tone softens, brows scrunching a little as he regards you with a look all too warm and familiar. "I don't wanna lose you. Not you."

Your arms uncross, one hand gesturing out as you return his gentle look. "And you won't. I promise. Just let me talk to him."

You can tell he's reluctant, can see it in the way his jaw is still tense and his eyes suddenly can't meet your own. But you also know Duke, and you know that he's a hero—one that, if given the chance, will choose the option of peace over all else.

And so, his shoulders fall, and he steps to the side to allow you through, to which you flash him a grateful smile before taking a step forward...

...only to be blocked by yet another wall, one now back to facing the person floating at your door.

"Jason," you call, but he doesn't so much as spare you a glance. "Jason."

His jaw squares, the only sign you have that he's hearing you.

"Put the gun down."

But he doesn't listen. He hears you but he doesn't listen. Because of course he doesn't listen. You're speaking to Jason Peter Todd, when the fuck does he ever listen?

"Jason!"

"I'm not putting the gun down until he's bleeding on the fucking floor."

The meta snarls at Jason's words, and the latter is quick to return it with his own look of disdain, blood boiling enough for heat waves to be visible in the air around him, for even the hottest lava to envy what courses through his veins.

"Then get out of my way so that I can speak to him."

The man lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "And let him feed you another lie to bring down your guard some more? I don't think so."

"I'm not lying," Mark hisses, floating just a tad bit closer.

"Oh yeah?" Jason tilts his head to the side, eyes glinting in that familiar way it does when he mocks a crook. "Why don't you say that to your so-called girlfriend? Because to me, it doesn't look like she even knows who you are at all."

That seemed to have hit a nerve, because the next thing you know, Mark is lunging forward, and Jason is just narrowly dodging his shove, rolling to the side and letting out another bullet in his direction.

You're only able to blink once before your form is engulfed, covered by the oldest brother in the room as he regards you with soft, gentle eyes.

Yours only scrunch in return.

"Dick, let go of me."

He tosses a glance over his shoulder as another bang rings out. "Don't think that's the best idea right now, princess."

"Dick."

He meets your gaze again.

"It's either you let me go so that I can break up the fight, or you let me go so that you can break up the fight. Your pick."

He holds your gaze for a few seconds, eyes wide and disbelieving. "You can't be serious."

You don't say a word, and he blinks owlishly.

"You're serious."

"Deadly."

"Okay, fuck," he curses, head turning to the side as his eyes all but seem to run through a dozen different scenarios at once, acting more like a computer screen than sclera.

Then, after at least two more seconds pass, he turns back to you, shoulders falling in quiet resignation.

"Fine. Stay here. I'll break it up. You're not going anywhere near that fight on my watch."

You feel the way your shoulders fall at his words, a wave of relief crashing over you like a sudden change in tide as you flash Dick a smile much like the one you gave Duke earlier and he starts to slowly get up with a roll of his shoulders.

"Alright you two, break it up."

Mark pauses, and Jason takes the opportunity to lunge, but before his arms can even graze the meta human, Dick hooks them under his own, and you quickly take the opportunity to put yourself between the three men.

You then proceed to waste no time to deliver a mountain of fury to the man who started the fight.

"Really, Jason?"

He pauses his struggling against his brother.

"I mean, seriously"—you throw your arms out in front of you, scoffing the words on your tongue out in disbelief so heavy, it fogs your vision—"you're a grown ass man, starting fights like a child, over something as small as someone claiming to be my boyfriend?"

He opens his mouth to retort, but purses his lips once you send him a narrow look, opting instead to scoff and turn his head to the side.

"Oh, and don't think I didn't notice you two getting ready to join in, Tim, Damian." You turn your stern gaze to the other two currently armed individuals in the room, and they both mirror their brother's reaction to a tee.

It's funny, really, how they react like children being scolded for something like drawing on the walls rather than grown men who were planning on murdering someone in the comfort of your home.

Or at least, Jason was.

Geez, you really thought you had this talk with him already, that he'd changed his previous ways and swapped out his real bullets for rubber ones, that he'd sworn off killing for the rest of his life.

Guess not.

You pinch your nose, taking in a breath and counting up to ten just like your momma taught you when you were little, just like you always do when your veins get a little too heated for your own good.

Each second in your head is a second the heat flushes out your system—and your muscles unscrew themselves from the stiff boards this whole night reduced them to—until eventually, you can feel yourself finally calming down.

Then you open your eyes again and witness the mess that is your living room, and all that effort flushes down the drain.

"Look"—you find yourself sighing, turning to face the still-floating Mark as you address him with heavy eyes—"Mark, was it?"

In an instant, he lowers himself to your height, and now that there's no goggles in the way anymore, you witness the true extent of the way his eyes stare at you, wide, unwavering, like you're the only one they truly see.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow air. "...I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong girl. I've never seen or met you in my life. I don't even have a boyfriend."

At that, his shoulders fall, sagging in a way that has you biting your lip and half-contemplating taking it all back if it meant you'd get to see that look on his face again.

Wait... what?

"Right..." Mark starts, his solemn tone enough to pull you straight out of your thoughts. "Different dimension. My bad."

His words, though muttered, couldn't have been louder to your ears, and you raise your head in time with the rest of your friends, eyes wide and trained onto him.

"I'm sorry..."

He glances up at your voice.

"...Did you just say 'different dimension'?"

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[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU GOT A GIRL ?

summary : in which Tim's brothers find out he not only has a girlfriend but she's actually real and attractive and idk dating HIM of all people ???

Tim Drake is a busy man , his family knew that I meant come on ?? The kid is Red Robin, juggling Wayne Enterprises , solving cases, and not mention he attends college.

Not in a million years would they guess he of all of them would have a girlfriend and that he of all of them would have a functional relationship before any if them.

It started subtle at first - he'd finish patrol early , not really a big deal since they'd all assume he was busy with school and just had to go home.

Well truns out he was going home just not to do work just to simply have dinner with you.

The next sign was that he had a picture of you at the back of his phone - it's encased safely behind the clear casing . Dick saw it at first and shrugged it off, thinking it was a kpop idol or some model Tim liked alot - nope it was just him being in love with you and just showing it off.

Tim unironically smells better ? Damian doesn't know how to place it - its not that Tim ever smelled bad or had bad hygiene it's just that he's been particularly very into it as of late - he literally even has a skin care routine now but Damian writes it off as Tim being curious or weird.

Tim also starts dressing classier too like he wears good slacks or nice baggy jeans with fitted tops - showing off his slim but muscular figure as of late - he even asked Jason to borrow one of his old leather jackets and hey - Jason didn't mind lending his brother one - he just thought Tim was getting into the grunge style like him. Nope, it turns out Tim overheard you saying guys in leather jackets were hot, so of course, he had to get the real thing.

Flash forward to like a year and a half down the line and one day all three of them were talking about how Tim was glowing up and getting himself in shape .

Dick : " you know Tim's been idk dressing up as of late ".

Damian : " smh it's like he's pathetically trying to impress someone "

Jason : " I thought he was just idk changing his style ?"

Dick : " you think ? Plus he's been ending patrol early lately"

Damian : " he's a nerd Grayson , knowing him he gets home earlier to study or what not ".

Jason : *cackling* " and he wonders why he can't get a girlfriend "

*Tim who just walked in and overheard jason* : " I literally have a girlfriend. What do you mean ?"

Pin drop silence . Everyone stares at him, eye wide and then they burst out cackling.

Jason : " Timmy boy a blow up sex doll doesn't count a girlfriend"

Dick : *laughing* " Tim the day you get a girlfriend is the day the world would end"

Damian : " Timothy, that's the best joke you have ever uttered."

Tim scowls at them , " I LITERALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHES A REAL PERSON"

Damian *still laughing* : " Alright Timothy, let's meet your so-called very real girlfriend."

Flash forward to two hours later and they're at a local Lego shop at the mall , the batboys are all confused .

Jason : " Tim, when we said a real girl, we didn't mean a Lego woman figure"

Tim just rolled his eyes - annoyed because he can't fathom why they didn't think he can't have a girlfriend .

Not even two minutes passed, and you bolted out of the store and engulfed Tim in a big hug and began kissing him all over his face. Tim wore a big , smug smile as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pressed you a forehead kiss.

Dick's mouth is too the floor , Jason's eyes just widen so big you'd swear his eyes will roll out and Damian looks like he's gonna hurl.

Damian : " I think - I think I going to die "

Jason *still in shock* : " There is no way this is real - literally no way I've got to be imagining shit "

Dick : " Someone pinch me " *Damian pinches him hard* " OUCH WHAT THE FUCK"

Jason points at you and then at Tim , " Miss is he holding you hostage -"

Tim rolls his eyes , " SHES MY GIRLFRIEND"

Damian tuts , " She's too hot to be with the likes of you she should date someone better "

Dick : " Like me -"

Shutting him down immediately, Tim : " Fuck no"

You awkwardly laughing , " So you're Tim's brothers ?"

Jason : " unfortunately ". *dick nudges him hard* " OW WTF"

You : " It's nice to meet you all I'm Tim's girlfriend "

Dick : " yeah that's the part we are all processing"

Damian : " Are you sure you're not talking about another tim?"

Tim , scowling : " Shut the fuck up demon she said she's my girlfriend so can yall stop being so annoying now "

You : " They didn't think you'd have a girlfriend ?"

Tim : " no and I don't know why especially since they themselves don't have one either "

Jason : " in my offense I died -"

Dick : " Pack it up. It's been 4 years since you came back. You got no excuse "

Jason : " I know the man who has fumbled every relationship he touches is not talking "

Damian : " This is all pointless. Love is stupid and worthless"

As the both continue to bicker back and forth, you turn to Tim with a wide grin , " Who do you think is worse ?"

Tim , pulling you in closer , : " Definitely Bruce "

*in a very far distance*

You laugh as you grab his hand and left him off somewhere , " Let's go get milkshakes".

Bruce *sneezes* : " Someone is trash talking me "

ty for reading !!!

[fluer-the-fairy]

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Chapter 1 Batfam x Card-Captor!reader

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"Y/N!!!!"

You're falling. Falling down from a height that could kill you with nothing to break your fall. The air hitting your face is suffocating, Too much for you little lungs to handle

But if only it was that. And not the fact that there was massive outer worldly bird trying to Impale you to death

'Pause'

Now how on earth did you of all people get here?

Y/n  L/n or Y/n Wayne depends on who you're asking.

A Fourth grader at Gotham elementary. 

Nothing special really. Yet here you are, with tiny yellow mascot yelling instructions at you while you playa around trying to figure out how to use the powers you had been gifted.

Let's rewind shall we? Recap on this came to be in the first place?

How about we go back.... 

to this morning!

"Damn It I'm late again!?" The young girls voice echo's as she dashes her way down the stairs. Speeding through the kitchen putting just about anything she finds into her mouth

"Young miss please eat slowly, You still have plenty time to get to school"  Alfred please, stopping you from eating a fork with nothing on it.

You stand unwavering, downing another slice of bread as quickly as your throat would let you "There no time I have to leave before that-" 

"Seems that the monster has awakened" Damian stands near the door, looking frustrated. You swear the more he furrows his brows like that the older he's going to look. Like an old greasy man.

You would say it to his face. But You would want him to beat you like he did on your first meeting.

The reason you go an hour early to school.

Not because you're in a million clubs you're in nor because your a class lead.

Because of him. Damian Wayne

The only one who gave you attention. Attention you don't need.

You're Half Brother. 

Don't call him that though. He'll have his stupid feelings hurt about being compared to a 'bastard'.

Every encounter with him is nothing short from exhausting.

You should've guessed that when he threatened your life the first time you met him. And yet poor naïve you, chased after them for their attention like a dog.

Thank god that's changed

Otherwise this your story would truly be obnoxious.

But leave it, he is just a minor obstacle in you're day. 

You quickly grab you're book bag before turning to leave. Of course not before stepping on Damian's foot. Rushing to the door putting on your roller skates  and skating out the door before the spawn of Satan can catch up to you.

Now, It's commonly know that Gotham isn't the safest. 

Being an unarmed civilian walking down the streets is enough to draw threats.

Now an unarmed young school girl, criminal's would have a field day!

But not with you apparently? You don't know why...

You've only been jumped once going down these streets and that time you had stabbed the assholes with the ends of your Rollerblades. Let's be honest you did more than that 

But surely, that alone is not enough scare away every fool who thinks of robbing you. Surely not!

Hahahahahaha... Of course not....

 Once in a while there's always an idiot whose ego defeats their logic. A dumbass who doesn't know how to be cautious. A dimwit who can't listen to other's warning.

"Drop you bag, a-a-and take off your skates while your at it-!"

Poor guy, seems like it's his first day robbing someone. Picked the wrong kid though...

You skate closer "My bag?"

"Y-yes..." he stutter's...

You smile, wide. That'll be the last thing he'll see before having the day lights knocked out of him.

.

...

....

Let's not talk about what happened back there okay? 

You totally did not kick that man head first into a dumpster. But hey its not even close to the worst you've done. You made 

sure he didn't bleed, oh how nice of you!

 Let's leave it at that.

Sliding your way through the school gate you finally get inside the entrance hall. A bit early...That's rare. Maybe it's going to rain today.

You take off your skates and place them in your locker. 

While we wait for you to finally get to class let's have a debrief shall we?

What on god green earth made you think it was a good idea to skate your way to school?

Well it's not like you had a choice! Sure your father is a multimillionaire-billionaire what ever-! And you probably could go to school with the rest of your siblings....in the car...with no danger.

Or! You could not interact with Damian what so ever and find your own way to school.

To you the second option sounds better.

"Oh! Good morning Y/n!" Chiharu beams. Rika, Naoko, and Tomoyo turn to you.

"I'm not late...am I?" 

"Nope You're early actually!" Tomoyo says as she walks 

towards you and hugs you tight.

"Good...I was so sure I was going to be late" You pat your chest. The adrenaline settling down.

The rest of the day went through a blur, Math, Science, Home Eco and finally cheer practice. Before you know it your one your way home. You used to go home with Alfred in the car, since your school time ends early. But ever since that roach  Damian joined your school you decided to take the long way home.

Toya and Yukito would usually walk you home. Tomoyo too when she doesn't have classes which is most days but not today. You'll just have to walk your self home...

It's quiet... a little too quiet. It's past 10 pm. Your sure that the family's out on their night business. Not that they know you know, but doesn't take a genius to guess. 

Especially since you live with them. 

But it's eerily quiet... So quiet that the sound of the wind makes you jump.

Slowly making your way out of your room into the long empty hallway. I doesn't help that the wing your room is in is barely maintained, making it even more creepy.

After what felt like an eternity of walking you stop. Infront of the library door.... Why were you here? 

A thud comes from inside. Followed by rustles. Did someon3 break in?? No dumbass there no way this house even a bit unprotected. Surely it's Alfred inside. I shouldn't bother him...

No...I can't leave without calming my nerves, there's no way I can sleep tonight with this much adrenaline

You slowly creak the door open. Peeking through the door before walking in. The rustling stopped but you could still hear this sound.

Following the sound lead you to the book. A red book with gold accents and a lion with angel wings on the front?

The clow...  was written on the top.

You really shouldn't be holding something like this... Yet something compelled you to open it.

You were only able to open the first few pages, the rest being glued with the center being cut out. Inside were a set of cards.

Pulling one out, Windy was the cards name. With a beautiful fairy as its image. Was this some kind of Rpg card game thing...? It looks fun...

"Windy..." You read out loud. You shouldn't have...

A magic circle forms underneath you as a gust of wind swirls around you. The cards fly out of the book following the wind before flying out in all directions.

What.

The.

■■■■-!?

Oh No No no no no no no no-! This bad- This is SO bad. You're ■■■■ your so ■■■■!

Your family life is shitty as it is. Now you've lost something from the library, Not to mention that it looked important. oh you dumb ■■■■ what were you thinking even stepping foot into this room-

Yawn  "How long have I been asleep for~" a yellow creature floats in front of you.

You stare at it as it stretches is plush arms and rub its dot eyes.

"Oh heya human didn't see yo- ah-" it yelped as you grabbed its body with your fist, shaking it vigorously like a toy.

"What the hell? A toy?? Where are the batteries at?" You say as you turn it around looking for the battery compartment.

"What the- I am not a toy you brat!" It replies finally freeing itself from your grab. 

" 'Ahem' I am Keroberos!"

"Kero.. You mean Cerberus? Like The three headed hellhound?"

"DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THAT BEHEMOTH OF A CREATURE!!!!"

...

"I am Keroberos the guardian of the Clow cards and clow reeds dutiful right hand!" He boast's

"Clow cards...? Oh like the cards in this book..." You look down at the book you were once holding now on the floor open with the contents missing. Then your gaze wonders to the card you were holding ... Windy...

Wait.

How did that even happen???  Were these cards magic? The moment you read its name out loud it glowed...

"Wait- Are the cards in the book...Magic?"

"Bingo! Those cards are one the strongest artifacts created by  one of the strongest magicians In~The~World!" He looks down at the book of clow, noticing the empty center.

"So where are they?" 

"Where is...what..?"

"The cards!" He asks joyfully

"They flew out..." You say meekly. 

"They want now" :D

. . .

"WHAT!?"

"I am sorry okay I kept hearing this sound from the book and I opened it and took out the Windy card and then I read the name out loud by accident I swear and then the HUGE gust of wind came out and made all the cards fly through the walls some how I'm so so sorry!"

"YOU LOST THE CARDS!?" Now Keroberos was panicking, He lost clows cards! His other half is going to kill him!

And not to me tonight now he has a child who know about their existence! What on earth is he going to do?????????

"...technically its also your fault."

. . .

"Excuse me."

"You were the guardian of the cards, the said cards that are now missing. And you were asleep when it happened, so one would argue that it was due to your negligence that the cards were released by my poor 10 year old incapable hands...."

This little-

"You have one big mouth now, don't you?" That's it he's going to loose his shit.

"Whose mouth are you calling big" Seems like your about to aswell.

But unfortunately before a brawl could commence A ear bleeding roar reached both your ears. Looking out from the closest window you could find.

A giant bird flying through the city, trying to wriggle its way past buildings only to crash into them.

"That's a clow card!" Keroberos exclaims. He flies down to the book of clow and rummage through it. He throws a charm at you which you catch with ease.

He'll just have to choose you as a candidate.. Not like he'd ever actually choose you. Then Yue won't know this was all an accident! And then he won't get his ass beat! Genius!

"Whats this" Of course he still needs to remember your just a clueless child, Unknowing of all the magic you two's little fuck up just released.

He'll have to properly explain everything to you later...But for now...

"The sealing staff, The artifact clow made in case the cards get released one day." 

"Since your the one who released the cards your going to seal them."

"What seriously!? Why me? Im way too under qualified for this-"

"I'll explain the specifics later! Just summon the staff!"

♡♡♡

"Key which hides the powers of the dark,

Reveal your true form before me.

I, [Y/N] [L/N], command you under our contract.

Release!"

♡♡♡

The charm enlarges into a staff. It almost resembles a cane. You grab onto it unsure of how you even managed to activate it.

"Some how the words just popped into my head..."

"Yeahhhh it does that.... well then let move. Come one we have a bird to catch"

That all leads us full circle. A 10 year old falling through the sky while a giant bird, the size of two air ship's tries to peck at them.

You're lucky there's an outbreak happening in the city below you other wise people would not be blind to the catastrophe happening in the sky.

"Kid! Snap out of it!!" Kero yells at you. Right you should probably focus on yourself right now.

"W-what do i do?" You manage to mutter out.

"Windy! Cast Windy!" The staff manifests under one hand as you reach for your pocket with your other.

"Windy!" You're throw the card and strike it with your staff. A magic circle appearing underneath you. The figure entrapped within the card floating out and assisting you. 

"Y/N!" Kero yells "Gosh I got it! I got it!" You fall onto the back of the bird and eventually stand up, raising the staff over your head. 

"Reclaim the guise you were meant to inhabit! Clow card!"

You strike with your staff, a card forming at the tip. A bright light envelops the birds body. The silhouette disfiguring and being absorbed into the card.

You grab the card before it flies away.

Fly

So that's what it's called. Fly.

"This isnt the time to be spacing out brat!" Oh yeah. Now that the birds gone you're not really standing on anything...

"CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY-" 

"fly." Wings sprout from the tip of the staff. They start flapping as you sit on it, flying to safety. 

"Oh thank god-!" Kero exclaims.

You raise a brow. Why was he scared he could fly???

"Your surprisingly scared for someone who can fly"

"You're surprisingly calm for someone who was falling to their death! You could've died! Do you have no sense of survival!!!"

'Sigh' "No biggie now. Just fly back to your house, let's talk there..."

You replaced the charm of one of your necklaces with the charm Keroberos gave you. Putting it on while The yellow shit stares at the unopened pudding on the desk with a monstrous intensity.

"Cant believe you believe you bought 12 packs of premium pudding...just like that..." Seriously he's so dramatic, you could've sworn you saw a tear right then.

"You even bought a mini fridge..." He turns to the [f/c] mini fridge placed next the desk, its polished surface shining for all to see.

"I did it ... I struck gold...I'm so glad I picked a rich girl to be the Clow card candidate..." He mutters as he hugged the pudding, the condensed water droplets on the packages making his cheeks wet.

"Enough of that" You drag away the pudding opening it up for him and handing him a little plastic spoon that almost as tall as him. Almost.

"Alrighty then! Long ago, In a distant land-"

"Keroberos!"

"Fine fine. The clow cards are magical artifact created by clow reed, My master. I am the guardian of the seal and Therefore I am the one who chooses the candidates who get to be the new master of the clow cards!" He chuggs a spoonful of pudding. So fast you can actually see the lump going down to his stomach.

"And dear Y/n I choose you as a candidate. You don't have much of a choice considering that this all started cause of you....and also me."

"Lucky me...." You sigh. Of all 8 billion people on this world, you were the one person chosen to be in this shoujo manga.

Your shoulders slump as you hide your face in your hands.

The reality of everything finally dawning on you. What if someone saw you? Sure with the chaos going on below people were probably too busy to realize what was happening above them.

Still anyone could've seen it, Anyone could've seen you. to be fair the bird was pretty ■■■■-ing loud but If someone didn't see you or even a person. They can still figure out it you with I don't know video footage from the camera's-

Calm down Y/n if your really going to catch these cards then... your going to have to more careful than this.

"Cheer up chump! Atleast you have me now! And um I don't really know how the book ended up in your family's library but if there cam looking for me....?" Kero asked, plopped down next to the now empty pudding container.

"Don't worry the last place they'll check is if it's with me." You replied, Not looking up for your hands

"Hahaha Great...Great..." Keroberos replied, unable to keep the cheery atmosphere. 

Forgetting all the assumption he made about you in the library. You really are a sweet girl.

 But what bothered him was how no one questioned you were gone.

While trying to catch fly. He saw all the chaos happening on the ground, So after buying his pudding he made a million excuses for you to use once you got home, but no one was concerned.

He knows they saw you. He saw saw them see you. He saw them. But no one batted an eye. 

From your explanation. He understands this happens often in Gotham but....

He doesn't get why the looked at you like you were part of the wall

"Hey kiddo, While on the topic about your family..." He nervously ask's unsure of how to approach the subject.

"What is it.."

"Are you like..not close with them? Well I mean in a dangerous city as this one. I thought someone would be concerned that a kid as young as you were out all by your self..."

"Its a long story..." You try to brush off the subject.

( °꒳° ) 

"I have time" He smiles flying closer to you.

"And I don't. I have school tomorrow and I really need sleep." You get up from your chair. Keroberos following you. Begging you even as you get comfortable in your bed. 

"Oh come on. Y/n... Y/n!!!! Please. Please. Please. Tell me your family lore PLEASE"

 He plops on your stomach. No he will not falter. He may need sleep but he will stay up all night begging if he has to! 

You did eventually tell him everything that happened.

Considering that stayed up all night asking you to tell him. 

You had no choice! 

Needless to say your family now has beef with a century old sentient magical creature who takes the form of a plushie. 

And funny thing is they don't even know about it.

"I swear to you, when I catch those demon brats hands I'm gonna" Keroberos puffs out his cheek, throwing punches at the air

"Your not gonna do a thing..." You mumble sleepily

'scoff'  "Don't worry Y/n. You don't need them. I'll be your dad. 

I'll be the dad that stepped up." He says face full of determination.

You smile. Maybe this whole Card-captor thing is worth a try 

"Whatever. Good night Kero"

And with that you close your eye's

...

Kero pauses but the smiles at the nickname.

He curls up near you on the bed.

Maybe you weren't a bad choice.

"Goodnight. N/n."

The next day went as usual. Wake up, Scream that your late, stomp on Damian's foot. Rushing out in your roller-skates and reach school. Only this time there was a yellow plushie poking it's head out of your school bag, yapping the day off...

For something so tiny he sure does have a lot to say. 

You reach the school gates, and slide inside. Taking off your skates and placing them in your locker.

"Listen, you shouldn't talk now okay? If a teacher see's you they'll confiscate you. And if a kid sees you they'll probably 

steal you away."

"Considering how annoying you are, I could only hope someone steal me away"

"Not everyone has the resources to get you premium pudding"

You make your way to your home room class just mer seconds before your teacher comes in. 

Not late. Great....

"Y/N" tomoyo walks up to your desk camera in hand.

"Tomoyo! Hi~" You smile.

"Did you see happened last night?" She places her camera on the desk, the screen facing you.

"The outbreak? Yeah I kinda saw a few explosion's, nothing out of the ordinary though..." 

"I'm not talking about that, That happens everyday. Did you see the gaint bird in the sky yesterday?"

"G-gaint bird!? Wha- Hahahahhaha must've been too far away for me to see it." You laugh nervously. It's fine compared to a giant bird you were miniscule, no-one probably saw you struggling against that thing.

"Really?" Tomoyo ask's.... Almost... questioningly? Like she already knew everything that happened.

There's no way! Tomoyo wouldn't have seen you, I mean she probably saw the bird sure but even if she did see a person there no way she would have known it was you-

She turns on a camera. Moving through a bunch of videos before landing on one and playing it. She places it in front of you again.

The video shows... a moon?

"W-wow I didn't know it was a full moon yesterday hahaha" god you need to stop laughing it's only making you look more suspicious. She zooms into the moon, and you could see a tiny silhouette flying on what looks like a broom? But that could be anyone!

She zooms in again, and there it is. Your face. Clear as day.

Tomoyo smiles. Patiently waiting for an answer as your nervous laughter dies down. 

You've been caught

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

The Lost Condom

Synopsis: You were in the middle of a spicy time with your boyfriend, when something odd happened: the condom disappeared. Inside. Of. You.

The solution? Go to the hospital.

The problem? Your family didn't know about your relationship.

Pairing: Jon Kent X Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Tw: 18+; Only mention and slight description of genitals and sex, but nothing too explicit; All characters are aged up of course; English isn't my 1st language.

Word count: 1,8k.

Requested? Nah.

Extra notes: This isn't an original idea of mine, it's based on a real life story someone told me. Also the family finding out scene was inspired by this fanfic from @dccomicsimagines and this scene from Megamind. Also, eventually I will work on the asks waiting for me I swear 😭

General masterlist

So… You were in the middle of… Having fun… With your boyfriend… When suddenly, he said something that really confused you.

— Hmm… Babe… Where’s the condom? — Your head snapped back to look at him, since you were on all fours.

— Where's the ‘what’? — Your eyes were wide, unconsciously. Jon was blushing intensely, looking from your eyes to your entrance. He didn't know how to explain.

— I-I-I put it inside with the condom on, but now it's… Gone! — You narrowed your eyes. You watched him wrap and then enter you, you didn't feel him pull out at any moment, and even if he did, why would he tell you that he pulled out, took the condom off and then put it inside again secretly while you were still going at it?

You were both silent for a few seconds.

— Search for it! — You practically yelled at him, making him scramble to get off of you. You laid with your back down and legs open, looking at the ceiling, trying to calm down and not feel embarrassed. You felt him entering you with his fingers and searching around for minutes, grumbling and getting frustrated. The sensation was good… But you had bigger priorities at hand!

You huffed and changed positions a few times. A pillow underneath your butt, legs up, on all fours. Nothing worked. You even searched around the room and the bed, just to be sure. At some point, you both defeatedly decided it was best you go to the hospital.

The thing is, your relationship was still new, and no one in your family was aware. Lois and Clark already knew and approved, and you thought Cass suspected you were seeing someone, but you hadn't told them yet.

Especially Damian.

You and Jon knew each other years before Damian was even part of the family, since Bruce raised you since your birth — you were the product of one of his affairs, your biological mother didn't want to raise you, but she also didn't want to abort, so she and Bruce agreed that he would have you as soon as you were born — and he's best friend was Clark. Although, you didn't see each other much back then. It was after the Supersons became a team and besties that he started frequenting the manor more. You always had a childhood crush on each other — Jon thought you were beautiful and nice, and you thought he was cute and sweet, very different from the gross and rude boys from your school. —. Until you were each other's first kiss, then years later, first relationship, and first time. Of course, all in secret from Damian. The older family members only knew about your crush because of your physical language, but since you grew older and learned to hide, they assumed it was just a childish crush from the past.

Lois and Clark knew and approved, but they also always reminded you that you needed to tell Bruce soon, or at least Alfred, especially after you started being sexually active.

Unfortunately, the day came. Yes, you and Jon were old enough to have sex, but too young to be mature and brave enough to go to the hospital by yourselves. Lois was in another country for work, Clark was in the Watchtower in a League meeting, your dad was there too. Leaving the 2nd best option: Alfred — the best would be Lois, then Alfred, Clark, Cass, and then you would have to discuss which one of your other family members would it be.

Since you were in Metropolis — again, no one knew. More privacy wink wink —, Jon flew you back to Gotham, and you both almost cheered when you realized you were completely home alone, except for Alfred, of course.

Poor Alfred knew something was up when you suddenly were back from your “shopping trip”, with messy hair and clothes, red face and Superboy looking almost sick. He released a long sigh.

— Mx/Miss/Master (Y/N). Young Mr. Kent… — You cleared your throat.

— Alfred… We need help…

After you explained everything, Alfred looked ten years older. He didn't comment on anything, but his face showed how unimpressed he was. He just gestured for you to follow him to the garage, took the keys and started driving.

— Let me warn Master Bruce while we are-

— NO! — You yelled, started. He looked at you through the rearview mirror disapprovingly.

— Should I remind you that he will see the hospital bill and go after the truth? — You bit your lip.

— No, I know that. Just… Can't we pay on cash? — You smiled at him hopefully and nervously, but it was more like a grimace. Alfred was silent. You groaned. — I will tell him okay! Tonight! — Jon’s eyes snapped to yours, wide. — Relax! You're not gonna die!

— Yeah, until Damian whips out a kryptonite sword… — He groaned, hiding his burning face in your neck. You huffed, now wasn't time for him to be adorable.

— He doesn't have a kryptonite sword. Dad didn't let him do it. He would have to build it first. That would give him enough time to calm down. — Jon looked at you, indignant. Alfred cleared his throat.

— While we're there, I can't make any promises that if your father asks, I will hide the truth. He will know. — You and your boyfriend groaned, rubbing your faces with your hands.

— Yes, Alfred, I know…

Two hours later, you were finally laid down in position for the doctor to begin the procedure. Since if wasn't anything serious, you were on the emergency and there was only a curtain separating you from the rest of the patients outside. Alfred was sitting just outside, waiting, while Jon was standing by your side, holding your hand, as if you were about to give birth. The doctor was amused by your story, and her jokes helped you calm down.

She searched around you for a few minutes, the instrument she was using inside you being a little uncomfortable. Jon was silently horrified when he saw, you were startled too, but maintained the composure.

— AHA! Found it! It was really deep inside, almost on your cervix! — When she pulled out the condom, you both let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding.

You quickly put your clothes on again, you and Jon chatting as everything seemed lighter, and then left.

What you didn't know was that when Bruce got home and you and Alfred weren't there, it made him call, finding out just that you were in the hospital. Alfred refused to say much more than reassure him that it wasn't urgent and that he would soon know, thus he didn't have to crazily drive all the way there. That didn't stop him from alerting all your siblings.

When you got home, your whole family was there.

— Jon?! What're you doing here? — Alfred kept a straight face. Wow, he really wasn't going to help.

— Hmmm... — Jon subtly and subconsciously hid behind you. You shifted from one foot to another. Damian got up with a threatening scowl. You just came from the hospital. With a kryptonian.

— Kent! If you hurt my sibling I will-

— I didn't! — Jon almost yelled, then covered his face with his hands.

— Then, what is happenning here? — Bruce got up with a raised brow, analyzing the situation.

You thought for a moment. You either told them now and made things easier, or you spent all the way to dinner with them bothering you to tell. You could take it, Jon couldn't.

You took a deep breath.

— JonandIwerehavingsexwhenthecondomdisappearedinsideofmewecouldn'tfinditanywheresoweaskedAlfredforhelpandwenttothehospital.

They blinked.

— … What?

You huffed.

— Jon and I were having sex, when the condom disappeared inside of me. We couldn't find it anywhere, so we asked Alfred for help and went to the hospital. — You said, slower this time, although uma lower, more abashed tone.

Silence.

— … But… It was stuck inside? Weren't you wet, though…? — Tim's analysis broke the silence.

— SEX?! — Dick and Jason exclaimed.

— YOU WERE HAVING SEX WITH MY SIBLING?!

— Knew it. — Cass smiled and nodded, proud of herself.

Bruce heaved a sigh and sat down again.

— I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS! — Damian threw Tim's coffee mug in your direction and Jon zoomed in front of you. The mug broke. Jon had a sheepish expression.

— Tim, go grab kryptonite. — Jason ordered and got up, walking toward the hidden compartment in the shelf where he kept his guns. Dick held him back while Damian threw a flower vase at Jon.

— No! Don't do that, Tim. — Dick ordered back. Tim shook his head.

— I wasn't going to anyway… — He mumbled. Damian threw the center table.

— YOU ACTED BEHIND MY BACK! YOU TRAITOR! YOU- OUCH! PENNYWORTH STOP! — Alfred tutted, pinching his ear.

— I'm sure civilized conversations don't involve breaking the forniture. — Alfred shot a pointed look at Bruce. — Master Bruce! Say something! — Your dad just kept gazing at you and your boyfriend.

Cass sighed, stepping toward Bruce and sitting beside him.

— (Y/N)’s happy. He’s good. They're careful. — Bruce nodded, finally showing some reaction and looking pleased. Jason stopped struggling against Dick and looked at you.

— I don't care. I'm going to kill him. — Damian growled, starting to pace around the room in anger. Jon silently sighed in relief that Damian kept his distance by being on the other side of the room, the couch and the whole family serving as a barrier. You stepped forward.

— It's not casual. We've been together for almost two months now. — Everyone but Alfred and Cass gasped. Damian burned holes in Jon’s head with his eyes and your dad looked at you, masking his mix of emotions.

Cass tsk.

— So clueless. Many signs. — She shook her head.

— (Y/N), why didn't you tell us before? — Dick asked carefully, walking in your direction and stopping in front of you. Jon fiddled behind you. You shrugged.

— Didn't want to deal with you all while we were just starting things. Especially if it didn't work out.

— When were you planning to tell us? — You pouted.

— I don't know… In a month or two? You guys probably would find out by yourselves. — You shrugged.

— You've been sneaking out a lot… — Tim spoke up for the second time, catching everyone’s attention. He was fiddling with his laptop, likely doing his own investigation. The ones closest to Tim looked from the monitor to you again.

— When did you go to Metropolis?! — Jason exclaimed, indignantly.

— Hehe…

Damian growled.

— So that's why you've been ditching me?! — Damian pointed a finger at Jon, who scratched the back of his head.

— Surprise...? — Jon weakly sang the word.

Bruce cleared his throat.

— So that's why Clark’s been acting like he was happy he knew something I didn't… — He got up and pointed at you. — No more sneaking out. Ask permission before going anywhere. — You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you. — Either that or you're grounded. — You pursed your lips and nodded in defeat. — Now we will talk about birth control…

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[dark-l-angel]

Hi! First time requesting at your writing blog here ^^! Hope you have a nice day!

Could I see how you'd write the Batfam x reader who they thought have died after being murdered by a villain!criminal (Joker, Harley, or Ivy, etc.) comes back alive but has no memory about the Batfam and becomes a vigilante just like them?

A/N : sorry no title available at the time 😅

It was a body. Charred. Broken. Gone.

Jason found it first.. his voice cracking through the comms like shattering glass.

"Found her. It's... Her."

And that was it. The end. The team fractured, each of them mourning in their own way. Bruce buried himself in the Cave. Dick tried to smile through the ache. Tim... never stopped trying to find out why.

You were the heart. And your heart had stopped.

Murdered by the Joker in a twisted plan that left no hope for rescue. No closure. Just pain.

But that was a year ago.

Tonight, Gotham whispers a new name. A vigilante no one can identify. Sleek. Sharp. Unforgiving. Moving like a ghost in the night with a fighting style Bruce knows by heart.. because he taught you.

Tim’s the first to find them. To find you.

His breath catches in his throat when your mask cracks in the scuffle and.. God.

"Y/N?"

You look at him, confused. Cold. Like looking into a mirror that doesn’t reflect.

"Who the hell is that?" you mutter.

He swears his heart stops right there.

ur pov

You’d woken up in a lab somewhere.. barely alive, stitched together, memories gone. You remembered pain. Fire. Then nothing. You’d run. Survived. Learned again how to fight. How to listen to the city breathe.

The Bat symbol had meant something. You didn’t know what. But it meant something.

So you fought like them. But you didn’t know you were one of them.

Bruce doesn’t speak for a full two minutes when he sees you.

Then: "she's alive."

And a whisper: "But she don’t know us."

Damian crosses his arms, hiding the shake in his hands. "Tch. She'll remember."

"Don’t push them" Dick warns, swallowing grief wrapped in hope. "They need time."

But time? Gotham doesn’t give time. Gotham steals it.

And villains are already sniffing around the ghost in the shadows.. the one who fights like a Bat but doesn’t wear their crest.

You feel it before you understand it.

The way your fists slow when you see him.. jason. The way your chest aches when Tim calls you by a name you don’t recognize.

The way your fingers twitch like they remember a grappling hook and holding someone’s hand too tight in freefall.

"You saved me once..." Dick tells you quietly, "Even if you don’t remember that.. you’re still the same person."

"I don’t feel like it."

"That’s okay" he says with a soft, pained smile. "We’ll feel for you until you can."

And the first time you put on a suit they made for you, the colors chosen with trembling hands and aching memories,

Bruce just nods.

"You’re home" he says.

Even if you don’t remember what that means yet.

[misspantymime]

Bat X Family ("Operation: Surprise Adoption – Bat-Family Breakdown!")

a/n: I took way too long for this, but in my defense I am very tired and full of cheesecake.

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Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

The silence that followed didn’t last too long. The tense atmosphere dispersed to give way to a more astonished silence. Until the spell was broken by a half-amused, half-incredulous bark of laughter from the right side of the room. Not even bothering to hide it, Jason leaned slightly forward to sit at attention with a smirk.

“Wait, wait a second B,” He barely got through without a chuckle, “That’s what you got us here for?”

Bruce sighed, setting you down with only a slight sound of discontent from you. As you tugged on the hem on his suit jacket, Bruce tried to tune out the fussy whines that negged at his ears and addressed the others, trying to nip any other comments at the bud.

“It would appear, Master Wayne,” Alfred said with no small amount of mirth in voice as he set down a tray of tea, “That the agenda of the family meeting has changed significantly.” 

“She’s–”

“No, I’m sorry– what? “ Tim asked flatly, lowering his cup finally. “Did you adopt another kid? Today?”

‘Is he serious right now? I took a break from three ongoing investigations for this? There's not even a dossier. Who is this kid? Where’s the logic? Did he adopt her on the way home from patrol?’

Bruce opened his mouth to– what? Confirm? Defend himself? –but Stephanie cut him off with her on two cents.

“Oh my god, no way,” Steph snickered. “B, did you actually?”

‘Oh my god. Oh my god. He really did it. Bruce Wayne, serial child adopter. This is unreal.’

Jason, more than a little tickled by the revelation, couldn’t help but snark, “Damn, you adopt so many you got the next one free?”

‘Yeah, this is a sick habit at this point. Should I ring up a shrink?’

Duke’s eyes flicked between them and him, looking like he was still trying to make sense of what he was seeing. 

Cass stared directly at you, which made you stare back unabashedly once you realized you weren’t getting his attention away from the hectic scene. Barabara, meanwhile, shot Bruce a look, one she usually reserved for malfunctioning tech– sharp, unimpressed, and far from flattering.

Dick, for all of his adaptability, seemed to be struggling to grasp the situation, “Bruce, what the hell?”

‘I left Blüdhaven for this? There better be a real explanation coming, because we’re one more “surprise child” away from a reality show.’

You gasped and pointed at Dick, “You said a swear!”

Jason leaned down and said in a mock whisper, “Hey, kid, no one likes a narc.” 

He then turned to Bruce again. “But seriously, where’d you get this one?”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep inhale, before trying to explain, again. 

“Like I said, this is (Name) –”

“That's hardly an explanation, Father.” Damian remarked, also far from impressed.

‘Of course he goes and picks up another stray. Replacing me with something smaller and louder, how predictable’

“– And she’ll be staying here in the manor.” He finished shooting him a look.

‘For now’

“Okay, but why?” Dick stressed the question.

“Cause he’s my Papa!” You answered quite matter of factly, before Bruce could. “And the Nice Moustache Man said I live here now!”

Unintentionally, that just seemed to heighten the chaos.

“Wait, what?–”

“–Oh my god–

“Father, this is–!”

“–Nice Moustache Man?” Duke blinked, seeming to only be able to voice that question out of many others he had.

“I believe Miss (Name) is referring to Commissioner Gordon.” Alfred provided some help.

“Oh, uh, right.”

“She’s your kid? Like, biological daughter?” Barbara inquired sharply.

‘He did not. Not again. I swear to God, if this affects the Wifi budget or security layout I will–’

“Gordon ran a DNA test,” Bruce pushed on, as composed as he could be, looking down at you. “The only match that came up…was me.”

The room stilled for a second. Maybe two.

Then Tim actually laughed—dry, disbelieving. “No. No way. No way science betrayed us like this.”

‘That’s impossible. DNA tests aren’t foolproof. I’ll re-run it myself. This is like finding out Batman’s blood type is glitter.’

“Holy crap, so you mean this one is, like, legit?” Stephanie probed further.

‘Damn we could go on TLC at this rate.’

‘So, what, you knoc–”

Alfred cleared his throat and shot Jason a pointed look.

 “–uh,” Only slightly skipping a beat, he asked instead.“The stork visit again?”

‘This is gold. He actually did it again.’

Damian physically recoiled. “So you went and impregnated some random harlot?”

‘After you told me I was a “mistake”? You absolute hypocrite.’

Bruce shot him another look, half-pleading and half-exasperated, even as the last word seemed to go over your head.

Duke piped up, “Uh, I don’t think I signed up for this. Where’s she even going to stay?”

‘But where is this going? Am I gonna be babysitting in shifts now? I didn’t sign up for Babysitter Batfam.’

“If that thing is sleeping anywhere near my wing–” Damian started, voice dripping with venom.

‘I will physically move. I don’t care. I have standards.’

“I sleep in my own room! It’s a big one, too! With a TV!” You proclaimed loudly.

“She is staying in the western wing for the time being, Master Damian” Alfed answered before prompting Bruce, calm as ever, and placed another cup of tea on a tray. “Perhaps, Master Bruce, if you were to elaborate how this situation came to be, it would assuage some of the more… energetic concerns.”

‘Translation: I will not be the one cleaning up the tea you throw at each other if you keep this up’

“And for the time being,” Alfred turned to you, taking note of the overwhelmed look on your face as your feature contorted slightly. From a headache, it appeared. “I will entertain Miss (Name) while you discuss the intricacies.”

Bruce almost sagged with relief, even as you hesitated. Alfred kneeled closer to you and offered a warm smile, “If you’d like, you may help me with baking cookies, Miss (Name).”

That caught your attention, “Can they have peanuts in them?”

“But of course.” Alfred replied, offering a hand which you took.

Before he led you away, you looked over your shoulder and waved cheerfully. “Bye-bye!”

‘Okay. I need to hack the GCPD database. Again. Gordon had to have missed something. No way Bruce just… had a secret kid this whole time. No way.’

‘Aww, she’s cute. But, yeah… she’s definitely a clone. Or spy. Maybe alien? Wait, is that mean to think about a toddler?’

‘This is too good. Maury Povich, eat your heart out.”

‘This was not in the job description. Are there labour laws for vigilante childcare?’

‘She flinched. Even when no one was speaking.’

‘I give her three days at most before she runs off screaming. Or bites someone. Maybe both.’

‘Great, Alfred’s soft for her. I give it week, tops, before she’s hacking the Batcomputer.’

‘You don’t get to lecture me about wearing protection when this is the second time this has happened, Bruce.’

And once the door shut behind the two of you, the others pounced on Bruce once again. 

“Alright,” Barbara said sharply. “When did this happen? Who’s her mother? How old is she? And why are we hearing this for the first time now”

“Listen, I don’t know anymore than you all do,” Bruce confessed, exhausted. “I only found out about her a few days ago, before she moved in.”

“I know you all heard about the trafficking bust.”

That sobered the room. Faces grew tense as any traces of a smirk or smile faded.

“She was one of the rescued kids. All the others had records—missing persons, medical files, something. But her... nothing. No ID. No birth certificate. No trace.”

He turned to Tim. The father faded and the tactician emerged.

"Tim, I need you to find out everything you can—quickly and quietly. Background, medical history, anything. There has to be some trail.”

Glancing at Dick, Bruce continued, “See if Blüdhaven PD has any reports on girls her age. Anything suspicious. Even if it’s closed.”

“Okay, but B, this is still wild, you know?” Dick responded sounding a tenth of exhausted as Bruce felt. “I mean you had me call before I even brought a dog home, and now you suddenly have a whole kid?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t be here," Bruce admitted. "This place… it’s no place for a child. She’s not a case. Not a mission. She's just a kid”

“Like we weren’t all kids.” Jason quipped, on a bit more somber note.

“You know what I mean. She doesn’t know anything about what we do, and she doesn’t need to. If she had anywhere else to go, she wouldn’t be here”

“So why keep her here at all?” Damian asked what they all were thinking.

“It’s only for the time being. Until we can find any living family members.”

If they all sensed the uncertainty in the air, no one commented on it.

a/n: Did I write the batfam well? Maybe not? Either way, it's hard to write thoughts and dialogue at the same time. "( – ⌓ – )

[epione-xx]

The first time sharing the bed

I AM SO DELULU FOR THIS MAN. IM KICKING MY FEET AND SQUEALING HEHEHE

The first ever time you slept in the same bed as Damian, you swear you could feel your body shaking with excitement. You had the biggest grin on your face and you had to sleep away from him to ensure that well, you didn’t freak him out if he had woken up in the middle of the night and caught you staring with a creepy grin.

Luckily, He didn’t mind that you had to face the opposite, assuming that you were just a shy sleeper or maybe you slept warm. To try and make you more comfortable he had his own back to you and had easily fallen asleep within five minutes.

But you hadn’t followed him to the wonderful dream land.

So when he has rolled around, your breath went sharp and then stilled. Your phone light shone into your eyes but you didn’t dare move in fear of awakening him. Heart pounding in your chest and veins stinging with anticipation.

But when his arm wrapped around your waist and settled under your boobs and he pulled you to his chest- GIRL YOU COULD HAVE GONE INTO CARDIAC ARREST.

Out of EVERYWHERE in this big bed, he had shifted closer to you! I mean, anyone else would have thought it was normal. You WERE his girlfined after all.

He was now facing the same way you were, and out of fear you had shut your phone off and then you opted to close your eyes. Taking calm breaths and hoping you would fall asleep.

But that didn’t work, so…yeah. Nice try, but then man was TOO MUCH.

[thewitchblue]

"Do you mind if I sit there?"

You ask Damian innocently while gesturing to his lap. Damian raised a confused eyebrow at you. He was lounging on the couch of your apartment after breaking in despite him having a key. He said in confusion,

"That's my lap, beloved."

You give an acknowledging hum before saying,

"That's not an answer, lovebird."

Damian blushes but quickly looks away while murmuring,

"You...I...I suppose you may..."

You happily make your way to him and lie gently on top of him to feel his warm body against yours and close your eyes with a content smile, finally content in his lap. He slowly snakes his arms around your waist, shifting slightly to make you both more comfortable. You kiss his flustered cheeks with a soft smile on your face.

"Is this payback for breaking in instead of using the spare key you gave me?"

He asks after a moment of silence. Clearly, his brain was trying to wrap around why you suddenly wanted to lie on top of him. You shake your head with a fond smile on your face.

"You're more comfortable than the couch. I swear it's like your body heat is a heated blanket or a hot water bottle."

You look up to look at his face only to meet your very confused and very flustered boyfriend. You lightly kiss his chest before going back to cuddling him.

"I didn't realise you were cold. I would've given one of the hoodies you stole from me or a blanket."

You kiss his shoulder gently. You can tell that he's still getting used to the physical contact, but you're determined and patient.

"Am I not allowed to want to be in the arms of my darling boyfriend?"

You question with raised eyebrows. He blinked rapidly, as if he didn't expect that answer. It breaks your heart to think about all those years he lived without such love that he now overthinks every time you hold his hand or hug him. He continues inquisitively,

"Beloved, you have never once asked if you can lie on top of me."

You laugh, which makes his arms wrap tighter around you. Your hands rest on his chest as you relax against him. You admit softly,

"I like listening to your heartbeat. It's soothing, especially when I get anxious or stressed."

His hand traces patterns on your back while he kisses the top of your head. He asked,

"Did you have a stressful day?"

His concern melted your heart further. You shake my head, placing kisses along his collarbone.

"Despite finding out someone broke into my home only to discover it was my own boyfriend? Not really."

He clicks his tongue but gives into his laughter once yours starts. It's ridiculous, really, how cute he is. You softly say,

"You're so cute, lovebird."

His green eyes seem to gleam like emeralds in the warm lighting as he looks down at you. There was so much unfiltered love and adoration on his face that it leaves you breathless. He pouts, simply replying,

"Cute? I'm a trained assassin turned vigilante."

You click your tongue. You sarcastically reply,

"Oh yes, you have me quaking in fear."

His laughter rings through the otherwise silent apartment with your own laughter following shortly after. He gently flickers your nose with his fingers, making you bite said fingers lightly.

"I have taken down Superman by myself. You have every right to fear me."

You huff an amused laugh. Your eyelids are already starting to grow heavy as his warmth seems to be all-encompassing. It doesn't escape you that you're in probably the safest pair of arms in all of Gothem.

"Are you sleeping over, lovebird?"

You ask while you trace slow patterns on his chest, trying desperately to stay awake despite his calm heartbeat luring you closer and closer to sleep. His hum rumbles through his chest. You can tell he's torn between going back to the manor or staying the night with you. You are still a secret from his family. After a moment, he compromises,

"I'll stay until you fall asleep, beloved."

Pouting, you accept what you can get. You know his hero responsibilities call to him, but it was nice to have some time, just the two of you.

"I love you, Dami..."

You murmur, sleep slowly taking hold of you.

"I love you too, my treasure."

He whispers back to you as he runs his fingers through your hair. You soon subcome to sleep, knowing you're safe in the arms of your vigilante boyfriend.

[bubbless-s]

Hey! Can you do anything else(It really doesnt matter what it is) with our favorite hero boys?

·.·´¯`·.·★ Shopping with our favourite hero boys ★·.·´¯`·.·˚ ༘⋆🛍️｡˚

- ʚɞ genre: fluff

- ʚɞ warning: OOC and delusional

- ʚɞ a/n: slowly getting back into writing ( devider )

Masterlist

Ben Tennyson

⟡ Ben doesn’t like shopping at all, but for you he would try to calm down his impatience.

⟡ Wants only to check out the aisle which have something to do with the sumo slammers. He’s not doing it on purpose—or atleast he swears so, your choice whether to trust him or not.

⟡ If you’re a reader who uses makeup Ben would have fun testing out the makeup testers with you. Or choosing the ugliest colour of lipstick and saying it would suit you.

⟡ Hates waiting for you when you’re trying something in the changing room—don’t worry his sulking is gone if you peck his cheek.

⟡ Gets disgustingly hungry while shopping and has to munch on something. Ben usually doesn’t bring anything so he kind of relies on what he finds in your bag.

⟡ Absolutely loves junk food and offers to stop by a nearby restaurant to get you and him chili fries. (“So we have a better shopping experience.” -Ben says not because he has an obsession with the fries.)

⟡ His smug immature ass would not admit he had fun because ew shopping.

⟡ The day ends with multiple shopping bags scattered across Bens room, him off to do hero work, and you sleeping soundly on the soft bed.

Lloyd Garmadon

⟡ Lloyd doesn’t really mind shopping. Its not that he dislikes it but he doesn’t like it that much either.

⟡ He would try to be supportive and stuff, even tease you a little for not being able to carry the shopping bags, then right after offer to carry them for you.

⟡ If you drag him into the dressing room Lloyd would get flustered a ton, as if you guys haven’t been dating for a good while.

⟡ Please hold this guys hand he loves any kind of physical affection. No no he isn’t touch starved what are you talking about?

⟡ Sees one of those cringe matching couple shirts and spends almost all day wondering how he will ask you if you want to match with him.

⟡ Would definitely offer you to piggyback on his back if you get tired from walking or if your shoes are uncomfortable Lloyd would offer his shoes to you with an akward smile.

⟡ Let’s say both of you are tired or something and you want to check out one last shop, you wouldn’t have to pester Lloyd about it, just one second of puppy eyes has got him back on his feet with a slight blush.

⟡ After getting home, Lloyd would give your legs a nice massage which makes you fall asleep.

Damian Wayne

⟡ Given Damians serious nature you thought he wouldn’t agree to go out shopping. Surprise surprise this guy would kill someone for you.

⟡ With Damian there’s no such thing as “I wonder if I should buy this its kind of expensive-“ you want he buys.

⟡ What whats wrong with spoiling your lover? (Bruce wondering how Damian spend over 5k in a day, after seeing Damian helping out with the shopping bags everything becomes clear.)

⟡ Nobody would have thought Damian would be keen on matching rings? I mean they’re pretty impractical—but seeing a smile on your face as he gives out the idea to buy the rings is worth the world (and the impracticality of the ring)

⟡ Gives out the best advice, you know those shopping assistants that go “this brings out your eyes” Damian is the same but with a little hint of complimenting.

⟡ If you can’t find an item you want, worry not, Damian browse and find it for you so fast that it leaves you wondering how.

⟡ He would want to check out the pet stores to see if he can get any kind of treats for his pets.

⟡ Doesn’t really want to do something else after shopping only cuddles.

[adoraflush]

—— ❝𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺｡｡ ❞𓂃۶ৎ. field of flowers.

요약 ､ ᝰ.ᐟ • Being Damian’s assistant since day 1 you knew how to clean cuts, and now it was his turn.

𝜗𝜚 Damian Wayne x f! reader .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝒾nfo ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა wc. 1.485k bruises and cuts ( knife wound ) being taken care of, part of the series fr, also the reader wears glasses it could be prescribed or not, a bit ooc, flushed here means flustered presently not like pink rosy cheeks..Dick getting yelled at and being a cockblocker. blue thoughts 🫐 ➤ this has been so many ideas in one I’m not even joking

⋆ ⋮ 2ND PERSON ᝰ.ᐟ

Being on missions with Damian is hard, he’s reckless but he knows how to hold a front. But being on missions with his family, that’s a whole disaster waiting to happen at every moment. Luckily you and Alfred were the glue that held that family together, keeping everyone sane in different ways. So when you get sent out to help Damian with a mission you didn’t think much of it, only that you were strictly there to help them; get in and get out right? That’s most definitely not what happened, in a short recap you were simply fighting with Dick as Damian was doing something else ordering that Dick should keep you safe.

Practically you were taught how to fight, and of course have good reflexes, but you previously came back from being sick for a while so to put it blatantly Damian had everyone walking around eggshells. Making sure you were good and safe, well taken care of, supervised every hour of the day. He wasn’t like this when you two were younger but frankly he’s now making up for lost time, as Alfred would put it “he’s showing how much he cares for you, you are important to his life”. So when fighting with Dick, you get bruised and a few cuts happen but nothing bad, right?

Until Dick missed and accidentally hit you on the other side, a knife from wherever he got it from. Being hit by a knife felt, enticing to say the least. It’s not the worst you’ve been hit by, and at least it was on the side of your arm. You’ve been hurting all week everywhere being sick, so being who you were shrugged it off. But, Damian noticed, Dick noticed, actually everyone noticed. When it means everyone, literally everyone. Of course, the people responsible for all of the trouble caused that day ran off and away, leaving with Jason and Dick to take care of it as they knew Damian would take care of you. Before Dick had left he mumbled a little sorry, patting the side of your arm that was stabbed.

Painful, ouch, he wast trying to be nice but didn’t have enough time and didn’t think it through. Without a thought Damian immediately took you up, carrying you, giving you a piggy back ride. He couldn’t care less that your blood was dripping everywhere on him, he needed to get you home, stat. The silence was grueling of course, he didn’t even and you to waste your breath on speaking, one of these moments if it was dire it would’ve probably said “keep your mouth shut and maybe I’ll reward you later” never realizing how wrong that sounded. Reaching the Wayne manor, Damian immediately rushed you to his room sitting you down getting the med kit you always kept in his room for emergencies.

Of course he was probably uttering swears that most couldn’t understand, but you could even if you didn’t speak his language. It would make sense for him to be angry at you. You were reckless and didn’t dodge when you saw a knife, only standing there. “Habibti, you got hurt. I hate to see you hurt.” He made out small words every now and then removing the knife gently cleaning and disinfecting the wound. You could only look away too much agony to watch.

“I’m sorr—” he immediately cut your sentence off, not even letting you finishing your words as if he knew what you were going to say. “I’m not mad at you, why would I be mad at you? I’m mad at someone who I call brother, I’m mad that I trusted him to take care of you whilst I was doing something. I shouldn’t have put you in danger knowing you’ve been sick and tired. I should be saying sorry, not you, habibti.” He gently caressed your damaged arm, it now being fully clean still out of form and "ugly" to say the least. You aren’t shocked that’s for sure, Damian said a lot of stuff like that to you, he always let his guard down fully no matter what around you; other people he couldn’t bear to do that around. You were his assistant you were his best friend and even more.

“I love that you take care of me Damie, I do, I love you such much for that..” you had mumbled the last bit of the confessional to yourself even though he could probably hear it. He only scoffed a bit, he was never one to accept love. Love to him was a sacrifice that was made once and once only. You were his sacrifice in this moment.

“I care about you of course, you’re my assistant, I wouldn’t know what to do in my life without you.” The last bit of it was most definitely an exaggeration, he could live without you. But would he try is different, he liked you and the presence that you carry with him. It broke your heart a tiny bit, him not confessing it back of course. Did this midnight rendezvous mean nothing? Everything to him meant something, he just didn’t know how to express it or explain it. “Take off your shirt, I know your hurt there too.” Suddenly as you took off your shirt, you stopped in your tracks.

“Why’d you stop?” All those words he said all the time, sounded so vulgar as if he was craving you, but of course not he wasn’t. “I’d rather do it myself, it’s more comfortable..” obviously that kind of hurt him, but he has a good argument coming tugging at the bottom hem of your shirt. “Habibti, you have seen me with less than a shirt on, and the same goes for you, I’ve seen you in less.” This made the gears of your brain start shifting and turning in all the wrong ways. He obviously loved teasing you like this but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious, he wasn’t wrong at saying you’ve seen each other in less for no wrong reasons of course; but at the same time there’s moments.

“Don’t say it like that.” You were quick to react back, knowing he didn’t get certain things. He wasn’t innocent he just didn’t understand the concept of you perceiving it differently. He ended up just taking the shirt off, of course giving you a look consent. He wasn’t an animal, he wouldn’t shift you out of your comfort zone. You had a few cuts there not a lot just a few, unlucky of him to be so tall he would have to bend down taking care of the cuts that way. He kneeled in between your thighs, your hands slowly creeping to his hair gently massaging it.

There wasn’t a lot of times where he looked like an utter mess, mentally and physically. He looked like an utter mess taking care of you that’s him loving you. As he was finishing applying ointment on your cuts he took a minute to look up at you, at your full face that couldn’t seem to form one expression. He looked at your eyes, being framed by your glasses, a pretty display he would like to call it. Your lips, delicate and to him he already knew they were soft there was no doubt about that. Oh and not to mention how elegant your factual structure was to him, you meant everything just sitting there and looking all flushed. Intimate moments like these didn’t happen often, it was sad genuinely. Just as you were about to caress his face the door came bursting open, it was Dick Grayson.

“I am so sorry, obviously you’ve came back from being sick and now you’re in a vulnerable position, I just wanted to say I’m truly sorry for what I did.” Without even realizing what you and his little brother were doing he kept rambling until he just stopped, utterly stopped. He was waiting for Damian’s response, and it was obvious "get out" and so he did. Now it was just you and him and whatever awkward silence was left behind to muster in the air. “Habibti, go to bed, I’ll bring you something to drink. Alfred will come in here soon to check your wounds.” All you could do was mutter a small yes and move on. As Damian had walked out, you heard the door close and lock keeping you trapped in there with only his belongings as it was his room. What an utter annoyance right?

Until you heard that Damian was yelling at Dick with all kinds of swears, he couldn’t care less if you heard him, frankly he was still peeved that his brother ruined any chances of making out with you in that moment. At the end of the day let’s just say there was a bit of tension during dinner.

[traiaadd156]

Smt bc im bored

His pov; some sweetness for his unhinged/yandere reader fic bc we love a bit of angst😔

Warnings!; violence, blood, soft angst, damian's self loathing, dirty mess, they shower together(?), CRINGE DIALOG!!! Mention of y/n༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽, body parts.

Long ahh fic.

Something that damian could never understand is people, as in depth as he is within the bounds of the world no one else could ever think of being.

He feels like everything is far.

It wasnt because of that he was upset, far from it.

To have someone to accept him but never understand is something that no one else knows, not his father or brothers. He was just anything what everyone else wanted him to be.

A fighter, a heir, a hero or villain.

The suffocating pressure on his shoulders he never seemed to acknowledge, he knew he was everything anyone could ever want. But you? He seems inadequate, he really wants to be normal, but he knew he couldnt.

He was a monster, in his eyes and everyone else who loathed him.

The things he did, the paranoia of someone trying to get his head for the enemies he made being the son of the demons heir and as a hero.

His hands were caked in blood and the guts of people that never even deserved to be killed. But it was worth it.

Right?

But you? A normal civilian who has no bounds of pressure on their shoulder, it was unfair but at the same time he couldn't really hate you for it. He knew you live a different world from him, similarities but so far from reach.

You were far from reach.

His beloved, he could see the pain in your eyes whenever you patched him up every time he drops to your house since its the closest aid(even if there was any near by).

He would always come to you, like a dog with his tail between his legs. It made him feel pathetic having to feel something he never had experience with, something never taught.

But damian being damian he refuses to heed to those feelings of his, he felt weak being with you.

Now you two were on a date, which he arranged obviously. He would find it demeaning if his woman has to plan something a man is supposed to do, after getting patched up, it was early in the morning. It wasnt a very glamorous date just a simple diner date since you refused to leave him be during patrol but he still paid anyways.

It was irritating.

How are you even still alive with how reckless you were?? Following him as robin, helping him with his vigilante work, even fighting for him.

"I swear you are the most reckless person I ever met." He grumbled, the suns dew shining down his tanned skin whilst you both sat on the booth. Cutting his own pancakes as he eyed your order; french toast with a vanilla milk shake.

As he thought, you and your damn sweet tooth. Thank goodness the diner ran 24/7 so in the early mornings at least it, the clock ticked and the soft jazz of the cool diner made him less tense.

It was nice, its so... Quiet.

And you actually weren't blabbering on, probably since you finally got tired of jumping building to building trying to catch up to him.

His eyes lingered, the way your cheeks puffed like a squirrel whenever you take a mouth full of those salty crinkle cut fries or the fluffy sweet battered bread, its sweet milky scent probably lingering on your lips.

"you know.. if you keep staring I'll start to think your looking at my chest perv." You teased catching his gaze as he scowled at you, hmphing at how ridiculous you sounded.

"Im not ogling." He countered as he ate his own food. "Uhu, right.." well you didnt sound convinced anyways, of course he'd deny such a thing.

He wasnt a pervert.

"hey, you look tense. Is something wrong?" Finally you spoke up when he was scowling down at his pancakes like they killed his family or something.

"its nothing." He excused which your eyes narrowed at that.

"you know I'm here for you right? I mean, I am your girlfriend, I'm supposed to be with you through thick and thin times." You tried to assure before giving him the berries from your french toast.

"you dont have to.." grumbling as he coyly accepted, he knew it was your way of love; sharing, always keeping tabs on him like he did to you.

It was sweet.

Which made him feel worse, he felt like he didnt know anything about you and that was made him feel so bare. Like he was nothing but something to use, but he never was seen as someone.

It was getting hard to not want to ask, for your sake and for his sanity. He needs to think clearly which is getting harder and harder to do.

"do you.. think Im a good boyfriend?" He finally asks, it was diluted since he will rather break his own jaw then to confess his weakness so openly like that.

"hm? Of course. You let me break into your house, take some of your shirts—" before you could say anymore he shut you up.

"im being serious y/n." He couldnt help to cut you off before he shrunk back onto his chair.

"am I... Good enough?"

You just stared a bit blankly to him, your gaze somewhat softened. Damian was a hard nut to crack but for a good reason, he was supposed to be perfect, be the reason why everyone envies your relationship.

But you knew, there was no comforting words he would want more than the truth.

"of course I do, you arent perfect but you're mine. Its all you have to be to be enough for me."

He always wanted to be more, but he didn't know how. His frustration and own insecurity seem to always jab at him whenever he is alone, a voice that was as mocking as his mother, a voice as stern and bitter as his father, and the scrutiny of Ra's that wasnt even his.

"your heart and loyalty is all that matters to me, if it even helps." Your not bad at comforting people, but there are a million different praises you could give but they weren't enough for him to describe how you truly appreciated him.

He just looked down, a soft huff coming from his lips.

He was enough.

Even from a sick person like you, he knew it came from a genuine.

"you have my heart and loyalty." He might as well rip his own heart to hand it to you since he didnt feel like those words were enough for you.

But he was happy.

Happy with you, content with what you had offered.

Time skip

A week after that things were getting normal now, and you noticed something about him.

It wasnt often he was affectionate but he grew rather clingy.

You could feel it but dont know if you should call him out on it.

Nights where you'd be walking alone or even just walking out of school you felt someones gaze always looking at you, a familiar tingle you knew.

Some nights were random gifts and things appearing where he knew you'd spot easily; your bed, the kitchen counter, the couch. Etc.

It was small gifts and trinkets, it ranged from flowers on a vase or a item you were eyeing a little too long at he store(makeup, a dress, shoes, books and what not.)

It was sweet, it made you giggle like a stupid girl with a crush even if you two were together.

Absolutely smitten.

But you did your usual routine; sleep, eat, school and some days trying to find him in the city. Totally not stalking

Usually the meeting spots were at that abandoned warehouse.

The better you got at locating him the more obvious it was he wanted you to find him, he never stayed at the same place. Not by a full thirty minutes at least,

And he knew well that your soon to catch on.

But you never really interfered in his works besides helping people or fighting goons but usually your quiet.

And then after that patrol you both crash into your place, going into the cramped tub before filling it with water.

He sighed softly as you massaged the shampoo into his hair, humming ringing his ears when you sat in front of him.

"this shampoo smells different than it used too." He states, looking at the container you usually filled instead of using the actual bottle.

"well they ran out of the one I like so this is the closest one." Still softly scrubbing his head trying to get the product to bubble so you could secretly shape his hair into horns.

His hand holding the wash cloth soon scrubbing onto your neck and scrubbing, it was so normal . Something he didnt think couples usually do, but then he eased himself in the warm ish water of the tub, leaning back as his hand guided you to also lean in closer since his body was moving back.

"stop moving so much." You grumbled before finally making small horns using the shampoo, humming in delight before sitting back down as he moved you.

Scrubbing your back since he knows it was hard to reach for you.

"did you make horns on my head again?" Huffing out of halfhearted annoyance, a soft smirk on his lips as you denied.

"no." It was a clear lie but he indulged you anyways.

After a good soaking in there you both finally got out, drying yourselves before crashing into your rather small bed full of plushies and squish mallows.

"I should buy you a bigger bed." He'd huff as he layed there, you laying a top him since you didnt want to get crushed.

That you only hummed in agreement too. "At least thank me nothing happened while we were bathing." Not helping to quip which he groaned, he didnt need to be reminded how energetic you were in another way.

A heavy hand soon smacking your thigh making you jump. "Heyy! That one really hurt." A soft grumpy pout on your lips whilst rubbing the whip lash he gave.

"your a pain in the ass minx you know that?"

Okay ignore the last part since i cringed writing that but idk how to make the ending=⁠_⁠=

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 9

Part 8

“Nothing? At all?”

“Nothing, Red,” Barbara's voice repeats through the speakers of the Batcomputer, sounding irritated at this point.

“But- I mean, did you try-”

“She's going to come to the cave and shove a Batarang up your ass if you ask her one more time whether she missed something, Replacement,” Jason drawls off to the side. He's reclining in a chair, feet kicked up on a weapons table.

Tim groans. “I know, I know. I'm sorry.”

He's back in the Cave, and so is pretty much everyone else. Turns out he'd caused something of a panic, and it was all hands on deck for a hot second.

When the engineer had density shifted out of his grasp and heckled him from some nebulous spot midair, it had taken only a few seconds afterwards for Tim’s comms to explode with noise.

Turns out nobody had been able to hear anything from him except a constant low static from shortly before the encounter until after it ended, and his mask camera was borked the whole time too.

Understandably, there was some alarm about that. Bruce had ordered everyone back to the cave for a full explanation and conversation on what the hell happened.

“Sit down and tell us what happened, baby bird. You're gonna wear a hole in the floor at this rate,” Dick tells him, a gentle hand on his shoulder nudging him towards a seat.

Tim groans and throws himself into it like a puppet with his strings cut.

“Well he's definitely a meta,” he grumbles. “I never actually laid eyes on him. Wouldn't have even known he was there if he hadn't gotten ghost busted.”

“Ghost busted?” Jason asks, eyebrows raised. Tim huffs out a reluctant laugh, because in retrospect that part was pretty funny.

“His fucking phone went off. All of a sudden the empty air next to me was blasting the Ghostbusters theme song and an invisible man was swearing like a sailor until it cut out.”

Stephanie blows a raspberry in the start of a laughing fit, and suddenly the whole cave is echoing with mirth. It lifts Tim's spirits a little, makes him laugh too.

He means, come on. That has to be the new record for the funniest botched stealth mission, a position previously held by Damian when a stray dog outed him because it smelled the treats he keeps in his utility belt.

The shade of red the demon brat's face was when he had to explain why the mission went sideways was fucking glorious.

“So you've confirmed that we're dealing with a male meta?”

Speaking of the brat.

“Sounded male, and he at least has invisibility and density shifting,” Tim confirms.

“Density shifting?” Bruce prompts.

“Yeah. After the phone went off I couldn't see him but I was trying to figure out where he was. Then the lockbox disappeared too - he can transfer the invisibility through touch, apparently.”

“Huh. Haven't seen that before,” Duke comments.

“Me neither. But I made an educated guess at where I thought he was and grabbed his arm. Had a damn good grip, and then he just…went through me. Like I literally felt something pass through my hand all cold and tingly and suddenly I wasn't holding anything anymore.”

Jason snorts. “Bet that was a kick in the nuts, huh.”

“Come on, Little Wing,” Dick scolds half heartedly. “Be nice.”

Jason rolls his eyes.

“You said ‘at least’,” Bruce says, brow furrowed. “You suspect he has other powers too?”

Tim purses his lips. “I can't be sure, considering I couldn't see him, but…I think he probably has flight too.”

“Flight?” Dick says, furrowing his brow. He crosses his arms and shakes his head, looking both thoughtful and troubled. “No, that's not possible.”

Tim blinks. “What? Why not?”

Dick ‘Be Nice, Little Wing’ Grayson looks him dead in the eyes and says, “Because according to all known laws of aviation-”

“You-!”

The cave is filled with laughter again, Jason throwing his head back and cackling in a way that's particularly irksome. Tim reaches over and shoves at his boots while he's tipping his chair back and sends him toppling to the floor.

Jason flails and fails to save himself, rolling back to his feet and spitting curses with a hint of green to his eyes. Tim freezes at the sight of it.

It's not that he's scared. He and Jason have come a long way, and everyone knows by now what amount of green is actually dangerous. Jason's nowhere near actually losing it right now, he's just annoyed.

What makes Tim freeze is-

“He's been exposed to the Pits.”

Everyone pauses, confused. Jason blinks at him. “Uh…yeah, fucking duh?”

“No,” Tim shakes his head. “No, not you. The Engineer.”

Suddenly there's no laughter anymore. Everyone has gone tense and alarmed.

“Tim?” Bruce prompts lowly.

“I did see part of him,” Tim murmurs lowly, realizing it himself for the first time. “When I grabbed him, there were two bright lights for a second or two before they faded. God, I should have realized- it was his eyes. Like Christmas lights, bright Lazarus green."

Masterpost

[lazycats-stuff]

Male reader who’s Ra’s immortal enemies- to lovers- to friends - to annoyances - to married - to divorced - to friends - to I’ve known you for so long that I could stab you and I’d peck you on the cheek and you’d stab me with the same knife and kiss me till I pass out.

Kinda like Gomez and Morticia but Male reader is called grandma as a joke but after 3 centuries it kinda just stuck so he checks up on the league every 2 decades only to find Ra’s in a fight with the bats and just kinda gets a chair and watches before Dusan or Talia comes and says “MOTHER-!?” “Oh hey I brought snacks”

Oh my God, this sounds great. Lets do it. I may also added Damian calling the reader grandma. I just wanted to.

Summary: (Y/N) and Ra's know each other for a long time.

Warnings: both are a power couple, I swear, mentions of killing, stabbing each other, loving one another, a whole lot of relationships with this.

(Y/N) and Ra's al Ghul go a very long way back. Extremely long. About 400 years to be more specific. The two started off as enemies. And since the two were essentially immortal with the Lazarus pit. The two have killed each other more times they could count. It was stress relief almost for them both.

And they enjoyed the games they have played. Hunting each other down, trying to kill the other, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Not to mention, the bragging rights from (Y/N)'s side. It's no easy feat to kill Ra's al Ghul. And Ra's would strike back. It's a good way to get some stress out, just like said before.

But over time, something else grew and the two became lovers, loving each other fiercely. It was a love story for the ages, as the two would joke. In modern terms, they would be a true power couple. Both of them strong in their own right and if they are separated, they can both hold on their own. And if together?

True meaning of terror and fear in their world.

And they were a power couple for a long time.

But sooner than later, love started to fizzle out. And while they were married, they became friends. It was nice to have a friend in Ra's, despite being a killer and everything in between. Ra's is a loyal friend, the one who wouldn't betray you for anything. That's what (Y/N) knew at least. Of course, that same courtesy came from (Y/N).

Safe to say, the two were loyal to each other to the bone.

And even when they entered that stage of being purely and utterly annoyed with each other, they were still loyal to the bone to each other. It was rare to find a person like that, whom you could annoy to the point of stabbing each other. Which has happen before.

(Y/N) on his knees, Ra's holding a knife implanted in (Y/N)'s stomach, both of them smiling at each other. Even kissing each other while the knife was in one of them. Talk about twisted love. (Y/N) and Ra's have been through a lot and one of the things he remembers vividly is Talia's birth. And it was one of his favorite memories. He may or may have not cried when he held Talia for the first time. It is something that has officially ingrained into his brain.

He got called mother as a result. He didn't like it at first, however, it grew on him. Soon enough, it became an inside joke and he couldn't really be mad at it. It was something... It felt like home, (Y/N) would say.

Soon enough, (Y/N) started travelling, using Ra's' money to do so? Why? Ra's has enough of it already and travelling in the best hotels in the world wouldn't make a dent in his pocket. Never has and it never will. Ra's simply handed him the credit card with a smile and a kiss.

" Go wherever your heart desires beloved. "

And he did.

He travelled a lot, seeing the world, doing what his heart desired. Of course, he stayed in contact with Ra's and Talia during his travels. He would share updates about what he saw and learned. However, he came back once he heard that his daughter was pregnant. He was essentially going to be a grandfather.

Well, he would be a grandmother as the joke from years ago would come back to bite him in the ass. And it bit him hard. While Talia's pregnancy progressed, she would often talk to the baby, talking about how he will met grandmother (Y/N). And how did (Y/N) react?

He simply scoffed, saying it's too early in the day to deal with this. It would make Talia chuckle and Ra's would smirk, enjoying the sight of his husband getting teased.

Yes, husband.

They decided to remarry because the feelings have returned to romantical ones, they were no longer platonic. They would be back to spending time together, sitting on the balcony, sipping their wines and holding hands as they were watching the sunset. It felt just like old times.

And yes, he was present when Damian was born. He may or may have not cried in private. What can he say, he just felt like he had a family. Ra's was happy too, with an heir worthy of taking over the League. Of course, the father being Bruce Wayne, Damian is more than worthy of being the Leader once Ra's no longer there.

Once Damian turned 9, (Y/N) went back to travelling the world. He enjoyed it.

It's been years since he came back from the travel. The League was oddly quiet. (Y/N) didn't think much of it and came back to take a break, bringing food and gifts for everyone. He didn't expect to see a fight breaking out, but he has decided to stand by and watch. He was too jet lagged to even think about fighting. So he waited as he ate, completely entranced into the fight. Ra's fought with ferocity against Batman.

Talia was busy with the 4 birds, Damian included. He watched his daughter fighting, impressed by her skills. Ra's has taught her very well. He took a chair and then sat down to watch. Both Ra's and Talia fought with ferociousness, using every tactic they could remember to fight off the Bats as the family was called that to shorten it up.

And (Y/N) found the nickname really funny. He leaned back into the chair, watching in fascination.

" Mother?! " Talia exclaimed, making everyone freeze.

" Grandmother?! " Damian exclaimed, but from excitement. Damian didn't see him for a long time and Talia hadn't expected him to come back yet.

Damian run to him and (Y/N) gave him a hug. He missed his grandson and once he heard that he was in Gotham, he had an urge to visit. But God only knows how Bruce would have reacted. He probably wouldn't have let in anyhow. And despite (Y/N) being an Al Ghul, he has enough respect to not break into the Manor. And he didn't want to make a bad impression on his unofficial son in law.

" Hello Damian. How are you doing? " (Y/N) asked Damian, while everyone else watched.

" I've been doing well. And you grandmother? "

" Is that really still stuck? Call me grandpa. Not grandmother. "

" I prefer grandmother. "

" Of course you do. A Robin suit? Nice. I hope Bruce is treating you well. Otherwise I'll have to turn on my protective mode, " (Y/N) said to Damian, who actually chuckled.

" I'm doing well in Gotham. "

" Good. Good... Also, I might come to visit soon. " The last part was directed at Bruce and (Y/N) wasn't going to take no for an answer. His grandson comes first. Alongside his daughter.

" Now, fighting is over. I'm jet lagged beyond belief so I would kindly ask the birds and the big bat to leave. Fight in a few weeks, I don't care. Right now, some peace and quiet sounds good, " (Y/N) has declared, making Ra's smirk.

" Of course beloved. Anything for you. " Ra's said and (Y/N) nodded, happy to have his way after the stupid jet lag.

" Good. Also, nice to meet you the rest of the birds, but I have no time to chat. " (Y/N) took his things into his hands and then left to his shared bedchambers with Ra's.