#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”

[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]

𝕶𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘

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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[aftertheleaving]

Not A Threat II

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Genre: Action, Humor, Slow Burn, Tech/Engineering AU(?)

Warnings: Mild swearing, canon-level violence, light injury mentions (Jason’s bleeding, etc), Batfamily banter

Word Count: 880

Notes: if you can’t tell, i suck at labeling, so if this is mislabelled, i’m sorry. yell at me nicely and i’ll fix it.

1, 2, 3

You did not think he would actually use it.

The baton was half-finished. Okay, no. It was completely finished, but still—it was a dumb little sketch you made during your lunch break, just to prove a point. You hadn’t even meant to build it, and yet, three sleepless nights and one burnt thumb later, you handed it to him in a literal box with the words “Not A Bomb” written across the lid in Sharpie.

The only warning you gave was:

"Just don’t press the orange toggle until it’s fully powered. I haven't tested the kickback. It might kill you. Or launch you. Both?"

He took it without a word.

Just looked at it. And you.

Then walked away.

So you assumed that was that.

Until two nights later, you're scrolling on your phone during your subway ride home—and your entire feed is blowing up.

Masked vigilante stops traffickers using unknown high-voltage device. No comment from GCPD. Gotham’s Robin seen wielding unfamiliar weaponry—

You slam your phone shut.

No. No no no.

He used it?

---

Meanwhile...

In the middle of a half-lit Gotham bar, Red Hood is bleeding on a stool, holding a cracked helmet under one arm and pointing at Robin’s weapon like it just personally insulted him.

“I’m sorry. What the hell is that?”

Robin doesn’t even look up. “A baton.”

“No shit, it’s a baton—where’d you get it?”

“I built it.”

Jason barks a laugh. “Oh sure, and I made mine out of recycled coffee machines. Try again, demon spawn.”

Tim peers closer. “That’s not from R&D.”

Dick raises a brow. “Did B sign off on new field gear?”

“No,” Damian says, with the calm of a bomb ticking down. “And he doesn’t need to know.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “So you’re saying you showed up with some mystery stick that has better conductivity than half of our armory and just—what? Found it in a dumpster?”

Damian exhales, quiet. Then, with a glare: “I got it from someone. And it works.”

“Wait,” Tim blinks. “Is it from your intern?”

Silence.

Jason practically wheezes. “Oh my god.”

Dick laughs. “Ohhhh, you’re so dead.”

---

He waits until patrol ends.

Stands on a rooftop. Wind snapping against his cape.

Then dials a number he was never supposed to have.

You pick up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

He pauses.

"...It's me."

You squint. "Me who."

"...Damian."

You almost drop your phone. "WHAT— how did you get my number?! Wait—no, never mind, you probably hacked HR, didn’t you—"

“Not important.”

“That’s absolutely important!”

“I’m calling,” he says over you, “because I need to inform you that you’re being terminated from your internship at WayneTech.”

You stop dead.

“What.”

“I’m serious.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. “Oh my god—no, no, I didn’t mean to break policy—I didn’t sell anything—I just thought it was cool and—”

“You’re not being terminated for misconduct.”

You blink. “Then what the hell for?!”

“Because you’ve been promoted.”

A beat.

“What?”

“To Special R&D,” he says. “Effective immediately.”

You sit down. “No. That’s not how firing works.”

“You’ve been moved to a classified division. Higher clearance. You're now working with Lucius Fox.”

You press a hand to your chest. “I—why??”

“…Because you're smart,” he says, voice quieter. “Because the baton worked better than anything we’ve been issued in months.”

You fall silent.

“…Are you calling me from the cave?”

“No. You said not to.”

“…So where are you?”

Wind hums faintly through the speaker.

“…A roof.”

You bury your face in your hands. “You’re such a drama queen.”

---

The next morning, you show up at WayneTech R&D… and nearly have a stroke.

Bruce Wayne is already waiting.

Lucius Fox stands beside him, flipping through something on a tablet.

You freeze in the doorway.

“Hi,” you squeak.

“We know who you are,” Bruce says.

Okay. Terrifying.

Lucius points to the baton in his hands. “You built this?”

You nod.

“No lab?”

“Nope.”

“Scrap and apartment tools?”

“Yes, sir.”

He and Bruce exchange a look.

Then Bruce asks, “How fast can you make another one?”

You blink. “With real tools?”

Lucius gestures to a full bench. “you have access to anything.”

You stretch. Tie your hair up with a pen. Flex your fingers.

“Time me.”

Twenty minutes later, you slide the baton across the bench. Fully operational. Core stabilized. No short circuits.

Lucius picks it up and blinks. Bruce’s brow furrows.

“She’s faster than you,” Bruce mutters to Lucius.

“I didn’t even see her calibrate it,” Lucius says.

“Didn’t need to,” you shrug. “It’s a twin of the last. I built it in my head first.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow. “Where’d you learn this?”

You grin. “My dad. Retired engineer. Said there was no point in paying for engineering school if he could teach me himself. Started me on wiring when I was six. By ten, I was building drones out of blenders.”

Lucius: “She’s either a genius or a war crime.”

Bruce: “Both.”

Damian: “Told you.”

Bruce sighs. “You’re hired.”

“You already hired me.”

“Then this is your official test. R&D, under Lucius. Batcave access pending.”

You blink.

Then you grin.

And take the ID badge Lucius slides across the table.

Weapons Developer II.

Not bad for someone who duct-taped their last prototype casing.

@corvoqueen @datgurl-rhea - who asked for pt 2

And @ur-mums-house who I think will defo like a pt 2.

Bye bye 👋.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[bodybaggage]

Oh, It’s On!

DP X DC

Ensue the prank war…

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It all started with a simple question posed by Dick as he lounged on the Batcave’s most uncomfortable piece of furniture, which he affectionately called "the Bat-Stone."

“So, has anyone actually tested the limits of Danny’s ghost powers?”

Tim looked up from his laptop, always the first to take a bait. “You mean, besides the constant intangible phase he does to avoid Damian’s batarangs?”

Stephanie, who was tending to her bo-staff but was actually poking Cass with the end of it—grinned. “I’m in. If nothing else, we’ll get some decent entertainment. Better than watching Bruce brood in the dark.”

Cass, normally the least likely to engage in such activities, simply tilted her head with a curious look that might have been interpreted as a quiet agreement. She might not speak often, but Cass had developed a taste for subtle chaos.

Jason cracked his knuckles with a smirk. “Sounds like a good way to pass the time. And besides, I’m bored.”

Danny, floating into the room with a glow of mild suspicion, was not as oblivious as they might have hoped. “You guys aren’t planning anything, are you?”

Dick waved a hand dismissively. “Us? Plan something? Come on, Danny, we’re innocent.”

Danny gave him a deadpan stare. “That’s literally the opposite of what you are.”

The challenge was set, and everyone knew it. But Danny, being the ghostly trickster he was, didn’t wait to be pranked first. He struck with precision.

---

The first inkling that things were amiss came when the Batmobiles began moving on their own. Jason was the first to notice, his usual vehicle—a sleek, red tank of a motorcycle—had rolled up to him as if it were a loyal dog wanting to go for a walk.

“Alright, who’s messing with my ride?” Jason demanded, but the vehicle simply honked twice in response, the sound oddly cheerful.

“It’s not me!” Tim called from across the cave, where his own ride had begun circling him like a shark. “I swear, I’m not touching anything!”

Danny floated nearby, feigning innocence with an expression that screamed, I totally did this. “You sure your cars aren’t just excited to see you?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “This is war, ghost boy.”

---

The Batcave, typically a place of stoic professionalism, had devolved into a battleground of pranks. Stephanie had rigged Danny’s usual hangout spot with a pop-up scarecrow (it looked suspiciously like Scarecrow, but with a clown wig) that would jump out at him whenever he tried to sit down.

The trap backfired spectacularly when Danny phased through the seat, sending the scarecrow careening into Cass, who simply caught it midair with one hand and set it down gently. Without saying a word, she gave Stephanie a look that said, ‘Nice try, but no.’

“Okay, point to Danny,” Stephanie conceded, wiping away tears of laughter.

In retaliation, Danny decided to step up his game. The next morning, Alfred calmly entered the Batcave with a tray of tea, his hair glowing an eternal green. Not a word about the change, not even a glance in the mirror—Alfred was far too professional for that.

Bruce, however, did notice. “Alfred, did you do something... different with your hair?”

Alfred, ever unflappable, set down the tea tray. “Just trying out a new look, Master Wayne. I believe it’s quite... refreshing.”

Bruce nodded slowly, not entirely sure if Alfred was joking. “It’s very... unique.”

Danny had to leave the room, barely containing his laughter. The dry humor had struck a chord, even with the ghost kid.

---

As the prank war escalated, it became harder to tell who was pranking who. Jason found his helmet filled with ectoplasm, while Tim’s gadgets began mysteriously glitching out, causing them to display random memes whenever he tried to access files.

Stephanie set up a system of water balloons throughout the cave, each strategically placed to drench whoever activated the trap. The grand finale was a large balloon precariously perched above the entrance, ready to douse the first unlucky victim.

Unfortunately for Damian, who had been staunchly standing next to Bruce to avoid any involvement in the chaos, his loyalty did not save him.

“I am not a part of this, Father,” Damian declared, stepping slightly closer to Bruce.

A soft ‘click’ echoed in the cave, followed by a loud splash as the massive water balloon above exploded, soaking Damian from head to toe.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damian, I thought you said you weren’t part of this.”

“I am not!” Damian insisted, dripping onto the Batcave floor. He glared at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him. “This was not intended for me.”

Danny appeared next to him, intangible and dry. “I guess the water balloon had other plans.”

Jason, Tim, Stephanie, and Dick burst into laughter, while Cass allowed herself a rare smile. Even Bruce couldn’t hold back the faintest twitch of his lips.

---

The chaos continued throughout the day, culminating in a final showdown where Danny—now fully embracing his role as master prankster—made every Bat-Suit in the Batcave walk out of their cases and perform the ‘Michael Jackson’s Thriller’ dance.

Bruce had walked in just in time to see his most serious suit do the moonwalk.

“That’s it,” Bruce declared, finally done with the madness. “No more pranks in the Batcave.”

But as he said it, his own suit’s visor flipped up to reveal a pair of glowing green eyes that winked at him before going dark.

Danny’s laugh echoed through the cave. “You’re gonna have to catch me first, Bats!”

Bruce sighed again, mentally preparing himself for the next round. It seemed that in the Batcave, chaos would always have a ghostly signature.

[casscainturnedmegay]

Batfamily as actual things my family has said: Part 1

~

Bruce: Jason! No gang signs at the dinner table!

~

Damian: Stingrays are so smooth. They feel like Stephanie’s hands.

Steph: Was that a compliment? I can’t tell if that was a compliment.

Damian: OH I’M SORRY FOR TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU ASSHOLES FOR ONCE! GOD, I MENT THAT YOU HAVE SMOOTH HANDS!

Steph: Thank you?

Damian: whatever

~

Dick: Oh don’t worry the bite marks are just from Tim

Barbara:

Dick: I swear that sounded reassuring in my head

[jasmines-library]

maybe when the batfam is watching and batsis falls asleep on one of the boys shoulders and they take care of her and it’s all fluffy and nice 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 your writing is like the best thing ever I LIVE for it

Look after you

Note: Thanks for requesting anon! I need to add more fluff to my page...

Warnings: None

Word count: 630

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

It had been a long few weeks.

Perhaps that was an understatement. Between school and the appearance of a new crime syndicate, you had been extremely busy. Each day that passed felt hours longer than the last as you found yourself collapsing into bed at ungodly hours each night. After finally returning from patrol, you could sprawl out across your bed for a few hours of sleep before the vicious cycle began again.

But, it was finally Saturday night and you and your brothers had piled into the living room to settle in front of the TV. The tradition began when Tim joined the family and had grown ever since. It was your favourite part of the week; a time to unwind from the madness of your double life.

You sat on the couch, wedged between Dick and Jason. Tim had sprawled himself across the remaining space, tucking a pillow under his arm, and Damian settled across the floor, resting the back of his head on your knees. The five of you had bundled together, passing around the bowl of snacks that Alfred had prepared for you.

The fireplace crackled away in the dim room, providing a small, flickering light and a soothing warmth. Your exhaustion soon began to overcome you as your eyes fluttered shut, urged on by the quiet warmth in the room. You let out a yawn and shifted around on the couch between your brothers and as time passed you found your head began to feel heavy so you rested it on Jason’s shoulder. Just for a moment.

But that moment lasted much longer than you had anticipated because you found your eyes drifting closed and your body falling into a much needed sleep. Jason glanced at you, being careful to try not to move his body so as not to wake you, and smiled. Glad to see you finally taking a minute to relax.

When the movie finally finished, Damian twisted around to gape at the rest of the family. Throwing his arms up as he exclaimed: “They can’t just leave it like that! What kind of an ending-“

“Shh.” Jason glared at his little brother.

“What…” Damian barked, about to start a rant about how he could do what he wanted when Dick gestures to you asleep on Jason’s shoulder and his words fell silent. “Oh.”

“I swear if any of you idiots wake her up-“ Jason started as you nuzzled closer to him.

“She looks so peaceful.” Tim smiled, taking out his phone and snapping a picture.

“Tt. Drake, that better not be going anywhere.” Damian wanted to roll his eyes at his brothers action but as he looked up at you, he understood.

Jason moved slowly as he hooked his arms under your legs to hoist you up as smoothly as he could. He shifted your weight as he stood, moving towards your room down the hall.

As he walked, you stirred slightly. Your eyes blinked, eyelashes fluttering listlessly against your cheeks.

“J’sn?” You murmured against his neck.

You felt him nod as he whispered “go back to sleep little wing.”

You murmured something incoherent as your eyes blinked back shut again. When you reached your room, Dick pushed ahead to push open your door so that Jason could bustle in and lay you gently on your bed that you melted into.

Tim entered a few moments later, placing an extra blanket over you and tucking it under your arms to keep you warm as Dick smoothed the hair away from your face.

Once you were situated in bed, your brothers crept away from your room. Damian placed a kiss on your forehead, before moving towards the door where the light from the hallway still streamed through.

“Good night little sister. Sweet dreams.”

🦇 BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@mamapucket

@xxrougefangxx

@hearts4robs

[starwrighter]

1/?? Halloween prompt

I’ve got brain rot for creepy Deadserious content but only when it’s only seen as creepy by outsiders. (I know I’m writing a fic with a similar plot but it’s different I swear! Also my grammar is shit because I’m getting dental work done tomorrow and I’m nervous) Tw for stalker behavior

So Damian has a crush on Danny and immediately goes about acting on these feelings much to onlookers horror. Danny is swooning because someone made the effort to do a background check on him. Danny thinks Damian doing this is really smart because, he could be a serial killer for ancients sake why would you risk that? Others say this is a horrible invasion of privacy.

Damian not realizing he's being creepy (being liminal and being an ex assassin, turned vigilante wasn't doing him any favors) Plus Danny also not realizing it's creepy unless you relay Damian behavior towards him with different names.

Damian's just being a textbook stalker, breaking into his house and shit and Danny's all like "awwww he likes me" because this is just normal ghostly courting rituals! His dormroom isn't his lair so Damian breaking in doesn't feel like he's violating any sort of boundary. To him it's like a friend showing up at the coffee shop you work at to say hi.

Danny's had stalkers before, he's very cautious of his behavior to insure he never stalked anyone. Being stalked back in Amity was a horrific experience for him. From cameras in the locker rooms at school (wes) to cameras in his bathroom and bedroom at home (Vlad)! He couldn't feel safe anywhere! To Danny Damian's not a stalker, he's his protector. Nobody seems to understand when he tries to explain this though they just look at him like he's lost his mind.

Damian’s not subtle at all and Danny’s kicking his feet like a lovesick school girl who found out her crush likes her back. Overall it’s super cute from their points of view Damian’s planning an official confession to ask him on a date while Danny’s trying to figure out if Damian actually likes him or is just being nice. They’re just doing normal couple things but people just jump and attack Damian’s character while painting Danny as some kind of brainwashed victim.

The thing is… Danny’s become very good at appearing normal while Damian refuses to pretend to be a bumbling idiot like the rest of his family. He also refuses to dull down his personality for anything other than secret identity reasons. For these reasons since their relationship had become public, Damian had been painted by the media as a creepy possessive boyfriend who threatened Danny into a relationship. This infuriates Danny, the only one doing any kind of possession is him god damn it!

They want to be around each other all the time and that’s normal behavior for ghost/liminal couples! They live much longer than regular humans do they’re like elves, their perceptions of time are messed up. They still spend time apart they still have hobbies and an independent life, people just get hung up on the amount of time they do spend together. It’s normal behavior for them to know mountains of information about each others interests to the point they almost know more than each other. It’s normal to know each other’s schedules and background check the people they associate with. (The realms are very dangerous with shapeshifters and manipulators like spectra and Desiree who can ruin your afterlife in a matter of minutes) Their relationship is creepy to those who haven’t gone to extremes to survive.

Damian has taken to ignoring the reputation press has given him. He’s dealt with paparazzi and tabloids before it’s just frustrating to deal with. It’s when people start accusing him of hurting his beloved that really pisses him off.

(Bonus if Danny’s the one frothing at the mouth to maul a reporter while they try to paint him as a poor innocent victim)

I’mma end the prompt with this so everyone understands why Damian specifically being targeted by press. The more liminal you are the more creepy/uncanny you appear to other people and the more effort you have to put in to hide it. It’s why the bats are more believed to be Eldritch creatures than actual humans in suits. Surprisingly becoming a Halfa completely changes this effect to do the complete opposite. It’s easier for the human brain to look at a halfa and think “Innocent or normal,” Vlad and Danny were morons when it came to actually hiding their identity’s it was only their statuses as halfa’s that prevented people from comprehending them being anything other than normal.

In short Damian’s too dead to be perceived as normal while Danny’s too alive to be perceived as anything other than normal.