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Adrian chase

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Bruce Wayne

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Anti hero vigilante reader dating Bruce

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Christopher Smith

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Damian Wayne

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Being Damian vigilante best friend

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Dick Grayson

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Take me back - I Rated G I Cw: none I tags : second chances, Getting back together Green eyed monster I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : Fluff, Jealousy , Established relationship Praise - I Rated M I Cw :none I Tags : Smut, praise kink, Sub/Dom dynamics , sub reader, Dacryphillia

Gar logan

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First "I love you" with Gar Logan

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Rated G | no cw | tags: Fluff , Established Relationship I wont say I'm in love - I Rated G I CW: none I Denial of feelings, found family, Crushes

Jason Todd

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Original sin - |Rated M | cw : Mentions of Choking kink | tags: Established Relationship, sexual tension, Implied Sex Against the Odds - I |Rated G | cw : Mentions of blood | tags: hurt/comfort, Established Relationship Burnt Out I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : established relationship, hurt/comfort Whispers in the Dark - I Rated G I CW: none I Tags :Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, established relationship shrapnel I Rated G I CW : Blood and injury I Tags : Hurt/ comfort, getting back together Established relationship, hurt reader Do you Regret it? I Rated G I CW : none I Hut/no comfort, Past relationships, right person wrong time

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Jerome Valeska

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Dating Jerome

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Tim Drake

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Coming soon

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The act of holding hands I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : Established relationship, Fluff, no hurt/All comfort

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Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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Authors Note: The requests are finally coming in! I enjoyed writing this one out and tried my best to add as much demon facts as I could make up or find. I made sure that Bruce became a softie and tried to make readers and Bruce’s relationship sound special or romantic-ish? But either way. I hope you like it!

Request: I would like it to be by Bruce Wayne (the version you want) x male reader, where the reader is Bruce's boyfriend or fiancé but hides that he is a vampire or demon and that every night he goes out to consume blood or souls (if he is a demon) but that he only hurts criminals, and that during a patrol he meets batman (and if you want also one of the robins) and that they fight, but that during the fight the reader was seriously injured and that there bruce realizes that it is about her boyfriend/fiancé. || @apolo1808 ||

Warnings: Fluff, slight hints of angst, mentions of the bat family, language, Bruce is a softie, demon biology facts, chaotic friendships, mentions of marriage, Damien loves reader, platonic friendships.

Word count: 3.1K

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He was suppose to be in hiding, away from society and blending in with them instead of taking over them. He’s had family who were just like him, seeking havoc upon humans and torturing them for their pleasure. Not many of them were able to live with humans and found different ways to survive while others died off slowly due to the lack of souls that they consumed.

Y/n had been one of the few to survive, turning their hunger towards humans who, he thought, didn’t deserve a second chance after going after innocent people and getting them hurt. He’d only feed on criminals who lurked the dark streets of Gotham, brining fear into their eyes as they grew cautious of roaming the streets at night. Many would think that they fear the night due to Batman when in reality they feared the demon who lurked the streets, ready to strike anyone who crossed his path.

Y/n didn’t spend much time in the streets, learning how to survive on small amounts of souls and continuing on with his daily life with no issues. Their were nights that he felt guilty about keeping it hidden from his fiancé and family, afraid of what they would think of him if they were to know what he is. He was always waiting for the right time to tell Bruce about his abilities, but the right time went on for years to the point where he fell engaged to the great Bruce Wayne. He’d sometimes stare at the ring on his finger, feeling the guilt take over him as he continued to hesitate on telling Bruce the truth, knowing that the longer he drags this out the outcome could be worse.

He’d spent hours trying to figure out how to tell Bruce, not knowing how he’d react when he founds out that the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with is a demon who eats the souls of criminals. He’s known about Bruce’s identity of being Batman along with his kids too, which he didn’t mind. He knew that they were always safe and would come back home to him. But, the fact that his own future husband is Batman only made the situation even more complicated and continued to hold back on telling him anything.

During his own night routine he’d make sure to keep his face hidden, usually wearing all black in order to blend into the darkness as he hunted down criminals. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t caught by any members of his family and so far he’s been smart enough not to get caught. He’d given himself a reputation that he was not proud of. Upon entering the cave he spots Bruce by his computer typing away while the rest of the boys did their own thing on the side. It took Y/n some time to warm up to the boys, when he first started dating Bruce he was nervous to know if they would like him not. He had gotten Dick’s and Jason’s approval in less than a few days, the two liking him at an instant.

Tim only took time since the poor kid was always busy with helping Bruce along with balancing his own schedule. He’d been around to force Tim to eat something healthy and drink anything else besides coffee to the point where he hid the coffee maker from Tim and told Alfred to keep him from leaving the house and buying any coffee. His relationship with Tim grew with the time they spent together, the two working together at Wayne enterprise.

The bond he struggled with the most was with Damien. He knew about his background and where he came from and for Bruce to openly accept his son into their home meant a lot to him. Their relationship was rocky at first as Damien ignored Y/n’s attempts at getting along with him. There were times where Damien would snap at him because he was ‘trying’ too hard or that he shouldn’t force a relationship.

Y/n didn’t give up. He continued to approach Damien even if the young kid grew annoyed he was always going to be there. Some could say that Y/n was often present in Damien’s life than Bruce, not that he was a bad father. Bruce was a wonderful man but he had his own flaws. It took months before Damien finally claimed him as family, growing protective over Bruce’s partner and always joining the man on errands. Everyone know that their bond was stronger than the others, but Y/n still loved everyone equally.

Which is why he struggled in the last few days with saying anything about his abilities. Pushing back on them as he provided fake smiles and reassurance. Spending his night hiding in alleyways as he waited for his prey, keeping himself hidden in the dark. He was doing fine for a few days without consuming souls, acting normal and doing his daily routine until he felt an emptiness in his stomach.

The sudden hunger was reaching its peak to the point where he’d have to head out and find a few souls he could consume in order to live for the next few days. He had planned to escape the manor tonight but, his plans were quickly cancelled by Bruce taking him and the kids to watch a movie together. Y/n had brushed off the hunger and joined his family.

He brushed the hunger away longer than a few days, going over his limit. His side affects were showing and it was becoming harder to hide each day: First, his throat felt dry. No amount of water could wash it away, next was his fatigue. He was growing tired to the point where he’d zone out during mid conversation whenever he spoke to Bruce or one of the boys. His third were his eyes, no longer their natural color but turning completely black. Once he reached that last phase he knew that he had to go search for a few souls he can consume.

Y/n spent his day packing up a small bag, clothes being shoved inside as he wore sunglasses indoors. It wasn’t until Bruce passed by their room, looking inside to see him packing his things. “Where you going?” Bruce asks while Y/n looks up and smiles. “I’m staying over at Susan’s place.”

Bruce paled, swallowing nervously as he steps inside the room. Bruce knew that whenever Y/n stayed at Susan’s it was because he did something wrong or wanted time away from his family. “Did I do something?” He asks nervously, watching his fiancé zip up his bag. Y/n tilts his head in confusion until realization hit him. “Oh! No, It’s nothing like that.” He approached him. “Susan has this friend who’s getting married and she was chosen as the maid of honor and was placed in charge of a few things. I’m going over to stay with her and help her out with organize everything since she’s terrible.” He chuckled out. “It’ll just be for tonight.”

Bruce sighs in relief, afraid that he’d done something wrong to upset him. “Sorry, I thought I did something due to being busy constantly.”

“It’s alright everything is fine, Bruce. I’m just gonna help Susan.” He takes his bag in hand and sighs softly, leaning forward to press his lips against his cheek before pulling away. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He gives Bruce a small wave and leaves the bedroom, rushing down the hall and eager to leave the manor. His statement wasn’t a total lie, his friend Susan of a few years did need his help and he needed hers. He only had a few hours before night fall, giving him enough time to ride his own motorcycle to Susan’s place, her apartments located deeper into Gotham as he rode his way down the busy streets.

Upon arriving to Susan’s apartment he’s able to park his motorcycle inside the garage, collecting his bag and quickly rushing inside. He dodged neighbors using the stairs, giving them an apologetic smile before skipping steps as he runs to the fourth floor. He gives Susan’s apartment door a few knocks until she swings the door open, her hair all messy while she wore her reading glasses. “Thank god!” She threw her arms around him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “I’m gonna die.” She mumbled out.

“What—why?”

She whines. “I can’t do this wedding stuff, it’s too much work and I don’t even have a dress yet!”

Y/n rolls his eyes and gentle carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind him and sets her down. “Susan, you were picked to do this because your friend knew you could do it.”

“Not this kind of wedding!” Susan throws her arms up, turning around and walking to her living room. “This is some fancy shit.” She looks up from her work, glaring at him from under her glasses. “You’re isn’t going to be this big and chaotic is it?”

Y/n shrugs. “I told Bruce that I didn’t want anything too big. A simple ceremony, probably private.” He sets his bag down, joining her by the coffee table and sitting across from her. “Yeah, we’ll it better not or else I’m not going.” She began to gather all of her things, stacking up papers and setting them aside in order to give each other some space to down their own work. While she cleaned, Y/n had slowly removed his sunglasses revealing his black eyes.

Susan’s hand froze, eyes wide as she takes notice of his eyes. “Shit, When was the last time you ate?”

“Three weeks ago…” He mumbled.

“Three weeks?!” She shouts, causing him to flinch. “I told you the minimum of not eating is four days not three weeks! You can get yourself killed or let alone hurt.” She stood up from her spot on the floor, walking around the room angrily while also giving him a lecture. Susan had been friends with Y/n for years, knowing about his abilities and helping him with collecting souls. She was his main guide and the only person he trusted with his dark secret.

Y/n watched her as she takes out a small box from her book case, setting it down on the coffee table and sitting back down. “Can’t believe you’d do this—do you know how dangerous this is? You can die!” She groans, flipping the box open and taking out a few pictures with post it notes attached to them. “You’re lucky I found a few guys for you.” The photos contained images of criminals that roamed the streets freely; allowed to do anything.

Susan had easy access to these criminals due to her working as Gordon's assistant. She had access to many criminals files and knew who walked freely and their criminal records. She kept a collection of the criminals, later providing them to Y/n as his next targets. “Here.” She slips him five pictures.

“Five? It’s usually three.”

“Three if your on track, five since you went over a few days.” She glared, closing the box in her hand setting it aside. “These five are close to the area, take your time on consuming the souls and try not to get caught.” Y/n shakes his head. “I won’t.” He slips the pictures in his pocket and gives her a small smile. “Do you have my outfit?” He asks in a soft tone, trying to lighten up her mood but continued to glare, eyes narrowed at the demon before her.

“Yes.” She points to her bedroom behind her. “It’s in my closet, furthest in the back you’ll find it.”

Y/n scrambled to a stand and rushed to her bedroom where he collects his outfit that he used at night. All black along with a face mask that covered his face. It helped him stay hidden and was easy to move around whenever he was running or having to climb over things. He’d look out the window and see the sun setting, signaling that it was time for him to feed as he changed into his outfit, tying his boots and slipping on the mask. Once stepping out of Susan’s bedroom he smiles under his mask.

“Now remember,” Susan started. “Don’t get caught and if you do—you know nothing about me.”

Y/n chuckles. “I know.”

“Go kill someone.” She sighs out, earning an eye roll as he takes her balcony, climbing up the rooftops, giving him enough space and access to see his surroundings. He’s running on the roofs and jumping over them, checking the alleyways and empty streets for any signs of his targets. He’d check the post it notes every once an while, giving him an idea of where they could be located or doing at late hours. It only took him thirty minutes to find his first target, launching himself on the man and pinning him on the ground while he thrashed and shouted.

He’s quick on his work, usually keeping it clean but today he was starving and didn’t care about the mess he caused. After watching the life die from the man’s eyes he’s quick to throw the limp body aside, licking his lips under his mask and moving onto his next target. His strength was slowing coming back after he consumed soul after soul, chasing after his prey as he watched then beg for mercy, knowing damn well that they didn’t deserve it after what they did.

Y/n was down to his last soul of the night, holding the picture on hand as he reads Susan’s notes, standing over the edge of a roof before sighing deeply and slipping the picture in his pocket. “One more and then we can go gone.” He whispers to himself, preparing himself to jump off the building only to be pulled away from the edge by the collar of his shirt.

“What—!”

He falls back on his back and groans in pain, looking up to see Nightwing. His eyes widen in realization as he watched him. “You trying to mill yourself or what?” Dick turns to look at him only for his own eyes to widen. “Wait, you’re that killer that everyone talks about.” He points a finger at him, causing Y/n to shrink in shame. Before he could reason with him or say anything he’s startled by Jason who stood behind him. His back bumping against his chest and turns around to face his masked helmet.

“This the one that’s been killing people?” Jason questions, giving small steps forward while Y/n took a step back. He’s corned by the two, swallowing nervously as he adverts his eyes away from the two. “Think B will want to do something?” Said Jason, placing a hand on his hip and cocking his head to the side. “We should probably let him know.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at the mention of Bruce. He couldn’t let him know, not like this. Without thinking he reacts quickly, shoving between the two as he makes a run for it. He can hear the two shouting and running after him while he makes his way around the roofs, jumping onto the next building and stumbling in his step. With the last four souls he consumed he feels fueled up and has the strength to run and perhaps fight back if it comes to that conclusion. He can hear their footsteps behind him, taking a sharp turn towards another building and quickly taking cover behind a wall.

He remains quiet and listens as the boys run past him, shouting at each other that they couldn’t see him anymore and had lost sight of him. Y/n moves quietly and glanced towards the direction they ran off too, sighing in relief and turning the other way to head back to Susan’s place only to yelp in pain when a sharp pain is felt on his arm. His hand goes over the open wound and faces Damien.

His little Robin staring at him with narrowed eyes as he holds his katana in both hands. “I wouldn’t try to run if I were you.” He warns, voice full of venom. “I saw what you did to those men—now, what the hell are you?” He raised his sword, watching closely as Y/n clutched his arm close, wincing from the pain. “I—“ His throat is dry, licking his lips under his mask and watching Damien.

“Talk!” Damien shouts the tip of his sword pointed at him as he steps closer, causing Y/n to shift backwards. Damien takes his movement as a sign of ‘running away’ making him swing his sword at him. Y/n is quick on his feet and dodges the blade, cursing under his breath and wincing at the pain before mumbling a small apology to Damian. He swings his leg at Damien, hitting the kid in the ribs and causing him to stumble back. That only angered him. Y/n doesn’t wish to hurt Damien nor does he want to cause him any harm but his simple kick only riled the kid up.

“Shit.”

Damien runs at him.

Y/n doesn’t think, reaching for his mask and yanking it off. “It’s me! It’s me! Stop!” Damien halts the tip of his katana pressing up against his throat, not hard enough to cut him. Upon revealing his face he takes notice of Damiens posture stiffen. “Y/n?” The realization hitting him as he lowers his sword.

“That’s enough.”

Bruce’s voice startles the two, Damien turning around to face his father. “Da—Batman I didn’t—“

“I know.” Bruce reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft look before his eyes avert to Y/n who stood a few feet away from him. His hand still covering his injury, face covered in sweat and his hair sticking to his forehead. He didn’t know what to say or do now that Bruce knew and instead decided to wait until he made the first move. Bruce steps forward, approaching Y/n as his anxiety heightens and lowers his head in shame.

“I can explain.” He’s quick to say, expecting Bruce to integrate him like he did to all of the criminals that he dealt with each night. Instead, the man wraps his arms around him and pulls him close into a tight embrace, startling and confusing Y/n. “Bruce?” He whispers against his neck.

“Your injured, let’s talk back at home.” Is all he says before he’s picking him up bridal style and taking him with him. He’s shocked by the situation and looks over his shoulder to see his boys watching in disbelief and shock. He can see the look of anguish on Damien’s face, frowning to himself and he looks away from his boys. The trip back to the cave is quiet between him and Bruce the tension growing as they got closer to home. Y/n stared out the window from the Batmobile the whole way back until they arrived.

He clears his throat nervously and stumbled out, grunting in pain from the bruises and injury that he’d gotten from Damien. He tries his best to ignore but, Bruce takes notice of it and calls out to him. “You’re injured.”

“I’ll manage.” Y/n gives off a small chuckle, waving it off but Bruce doesn’t fall for it. He drags him to the nearest medical table and forced him to sit down, removing his cowl and gloves and searches for the medical kit. “Shirt. Take it off.” Bruce orders his back facing Y/n as he gives off a small nod, sighing to himself and trying his best to slip off the shirt before Bruce turned back around to focus on his injured arm. He’s quiet when stitching him up, focused on his task. It doesn’t take long for Y/n to cut the tension between them. “I’m guessing you want that ring back?” He mumbled out softly, giving Bruce a glance.

Bruce stood mid stitch, raising a brow at him and asks. “Why?”

“Why? I mean, you all saw what I did—what I do and I figured you would be islet and probably want the engagement ring back.” Y/n nervously fiddled with the discarded shirt that lied by his side, trying to keep his focus on something else. “I saw what you did, but you haven’t explained to me why.” Bruce suddenly says, finishing up the stitches and wrapping his arm.

Bruce turns to him and sighs to himself, reaching up to get his attention by turning his head towards him by the chin, fingers gripping his jaw softly. “I want the truth.” His voice is stern.

Y/n sighs. “Okay.” He whispers. “I was consuming souls. Souls that I need in order to survive and to keep myself healthy or else I can lose control of my hunger.” He began to explain. “I’m a Demon. One that he’s lived for many years, I’ve seen things that no one else has and have met many different people throughout my life. I just didn’t expect myself to settle down.” Sadness and regret fill his eyes, gently brushing Bruce’s hand away from his jaw. “I wanted to tell you but I was afraid of how you’d react and what you would do if you saw me doing that.” He refers to the soul eating.

“I didn’t want to make you or the kids and—“ his breath hitched, eyes growing wet as he tries to hold back to tears that threaten to spill. “I’m sorry, I should have told you before things got serious between us.”

“You were trying to survive.” Bruce’s voice is soft. “You know I don’t agree with what you did but, I can’t stop you from trying to live. It’s the way you can continue living with us, with me.” His fingers brush up against his cheek, leaning down to press their foreheads together. “I’d still marry you whether you’re a demon or not.” Y/n sniffles, leaning into his soft touch. “You are loved.” Bruce added before placing a soft kiss on his temple, holding him close.

“I still love you too.” Y/n whispers in return. The two holding each other close. Bruce is the first to pull away and sigh in relief. “You’ll have to explain to the others, especially to Damien after he,” He nods down at his wrapped up arm. “You know. Damien cares for you.”

Y/n nods. “He probably feels awful, poor kid.” He thinks about Damien and how awfully he must feel after knowing that the man he attacked was the same man who cared for him and claimed him as his son. “I’ll make sure he’s okay.” He reassured Bruce, stealing a kiss from him as the two smile at each other. That same night Y/n explains to the boys about his past and what he is, he also reassures Damien and tells him that his wound will heal fast. Damien decided to sleep with Y/n every night as an apology for his actions, clinging to his other parent every night while Bruce huffed in annoyance since he was forced to take the couch due to him not fitting.

[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: DC

Title: You can’t stop DNA

Character(s): Joker, Jason Todd, Damien Wayne, Tim Drake

Request: No

Genre: angst

TW: kidnapping, mental torture, vomit,

A/N: (Y/B/M) means your birthday month quick heads up

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You weren’t a hero or a vigilante or a villain. You were (M/N) Quinn, the boyfriend of Jason Todd. And the son to Pamela Lillian Isley and Harleen Frances Quinzel or Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. You lived with your aunt Selena until you turned seven when you move in with your moms.

Neither of your moms were a big part of your life in those sevens year, sure they visited but they never stayed for long and they didn’t visit often. Who did was your dad, Jack Oswald White or the Joker. He would visit you ever month on the first Saturday of the month and the last Saturday of the month. But in (Y/B/M) he would stay the whole week of your birthday.

He was your whole world until your moms revealed to you the truth of what they did. The truth of who your dad really was, you didn’t believe it at first but then you saw him the Gotham news and you knew. You began to spread the two people your dad was.

When he was with you and making you the happiest kid alive he was Jack, your dad. But when he was out there terrorizing people, he was joker. They were two different people because Jack was your dad the Joker wasn’t and he wouldn’t ever be.

“Hey,” Jason spoke, as he entered the room decked out in his red hood gear. He had everything on expect for the hood which rested in his arms.

You looked up from your phone and smiled at him, “Hey, I thought you guys left to go on patrol ten, fifteen minutes ago,” You replied.

“Yeah, were about to leave, but Damien then threw up. So he’s staying here and since Alfred is out of town were wondering if you would watch him,” He replied.

“You of course, I will,” You got up from Jason’s bed and placed your phone in your pocket. You got up making your way over to the door frame, Jason currently resided.

“Thank you, love you,” he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Love you too, don’t get your ass sent back to the grave,” you laughed.

He shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied. You watched as he made his way down the hallway and eventually out of sight before making your way to Damien’s room.

The door was opened but you knocked anyway, “Damien,” you called. You didn’t get a response, only hearing the familiar sound of someone emptying there stomach. You walked into the room entering the same bathroom, where Damien currently leaning over the toilet.

You sat down next to him, rubbing his back. This went for awhile until the poor the kid finally stopped, “i’m gonna go get you some clothes to change into. Go jump into the shower,” you were honestly surprised when Damien didn’t put up a fight like he would usually.

A couple minutes later after Damien took his shower you both were laying his bed, watching some random TV show. Everything was fine until you noticed Damien become tense. At first you thought nothing over because the kid was sick but something just didn’t seem right about the way he was acting. “Are you okay?” You asked.

He looked around the room, “something isn’t right,” he told you. You cocked an eyebrow at the boy as he stood up walking over his desk, you were quick to follow.

“Damien-,” you began but were cut off by the sound of glass breaking. The window above Damien’s bed had shattered as a sliver canister was thrown through it landing on floor just in front of Damien’s bed.

Before either of you could react gas began flooding from the canister, you quickly covered your nose with your shirt. Damien doing the same but it didn’t help and the whole world slowly went black.

TIME SKIP

You groaned as you slowly came into consciousness your head hurt like hell. You went to move your arm but couldn’t you slowly looked down and panic set in as you realized you were chained by your wrists and ankles to chair.

Okay what happened last? You asked yourself. Everything came flooding back to you, you tried your hardest to look around the room. You began to calm down a bit when your eyes landed on Damien. He looked perfectly fine from what you saw, “Damien,” he didn’t move. “Damien,” you shouted once more.

This time he did move, he opened his eyes a couple of times. “(M/N)?” He asked in a soft voice, he went to move only to find out he was in the same predicament as you.

“just stay still,” you told him, “Bruce and everyone else will get us out of here,” you turned from him to ceiling of the room and began speaking again not exactly sure who too. “You hear that fuckwad, Bruce is gonna get us out of here. He’ll send the whole fucking justice league if he has too,” You exclaimed.

“I’ve beat them before,” someone spoke. Someone you hadn’t seen in years, he revealed himself from the darkness and smiled at you. It was the joker, “You don’t look happy to see me Kiddo,”

“What do you want?” You fought to keep your voice steady. He just smiled at you as he made his way over to you, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“don’t fucking touch him,” Damien shouted. He turned to Damien and smirked, before turning back to you. You fought to get out of the grip but his hands only tighten.

“You know, you look so much like me,” he smirked. You didn’t have time to respond before his knee made contact with your stomach, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

He tsked as he removed his hands and moved back from you, “but your just as pathetic as your mother,” he laughed, an evil laugh that sent chills down your back. “You know you would a make prefect little me, I’d just have to toughen you out,” he told you.

“I’m nothing like you,” you hissed.

“Oh but you are, you are my son. Were bounded by blood and your blood is filled with-“

You cut him off, “stop it!” you exclaimed.

He just shook his head, “Your blood is filled with evil,” a few tears escaping the hold you had on them slowly streamed down your face, He smiled at this, “you see it’s true,” he laughed.

“It’s not!” Damien exclaimed, “he’s nothing like you!” The joker’s attention was now fully on Damien.

“Oh but he is, it’s in his blood. Before his moms were one, I am one, and his pathetic little pussy of an aunt was too. It’s just about time before he caves and becomes one as well,” his watch beeped and the looked at the two of you, “Well I must be off, i’ll see you soon (M/N),” and with that he was gone. Like he was never there in the first place.

Only a second later did a down in the corner of the room open to reveal Jason and Tim. They were both dressed up in there respective superhero outfits, but instead of wearing his red hood helmet Jason wore a domino mask. Jason quickly ran over to you and untied you from the chair. As soon as he did you wrapped your arounds his chests and began sobbing.

He wrapped his arms around you rubbing his hand up and down your back. He looked over at Damien who mouthed the words ‘Joker is an ass’ to him. Jason rolled his eyes at this before turning back to you, “Look, I don’t know what he said or what he did but I can assure none of what he said was true and you sure as hell don’t deserve anything that he did to you,” Jason told you.

You wanted to believe but you couldn’t. You really just couldn’t.

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“Dear Alice„

Parte 03

Jason Todd + Masc/Male Reader, Damien Al-Ghul Wayne + Twin Reader

Masc/Male Reader

First Person POV

With heavy breath and an aching body I had finally reached civilization. While I had passed many places on the way this was the farthest I could go.

         "This will do." Mustering up my final ounces of energy I ran into an abandoned building nearby for shelter.

Admittedly this place seemed to have a lot of abandoned buildings and suspicious characters running about. What a strange place. Granted I've been secluded my entire life aside from the servants, my brother, and my mother, of course.

A glow from the corner of the building broke me out of my reminiscing. A phone. Naturally it was locked but what I needed most was the time displayed on the lock screen.

12:00 a.m.

It was midnight. Mother surely must have realized my disappearance by now. An appearance change would be critical to keeping away. After a short nap I'll search for hair dye and scissors. While there is nothing that can be done about my face, eye contacts are my best bet.

         "Only thirty minutes." A lie I told myself being unaware of the overexertion my body had undergone to get here.

1:24 p.m.

Awaken to loud shuffling, a muffled curse was heard as my eyes peeled open.

     "Shit—don't get up." The unfamiliar man hastily said to me. In all honesty I didn't know whether to be afraid that I woke up in a different place than I went to sleep in or the fact that he was standing there watching me awkwardly. Currently sitting up on a relatively soft couch we just stared at each other in complete silence.

     "So...what's your name, kid?” The stranger broke the silence. As long as I can remember I've always been a terrible liar. "[ ]."

      "No surname? Just [ ]?"

      "I do have one but I would rather not tell you simply because I don't know you."

A stifled laugh came from the man.

      "Yeah, guess you're right. I'm Jason. Nice to meet you." He reached a hand out. "Is this a sign of friendship?"

Another less concealed laugh came from 'Jason'.

      "Yeah. What are you, an alien or something? Never heard of a handshake?" He leaned on the couch.

      "Thank you for your hospitality, Jason." I firmly accepted the hand. "Your hand is rough. Do you take care of your hands often?"

      "Y'know you are a natural at starting conversations." He pulled his hand away as he walked towards the cooking area.

      "So you got any parents, kid?" He bluntly questioned simultaneously opening the refrigerator.

     "Whether or not you believe me, yes. I have one mother who tried to kill me for experimentation. I survived by luck."

He hummed bringing a canned drink to the countertop. "Huh." Is all he said as he pulled back the can to have a drink. "I believe you. Honestly speaking it would be harder to believe if you had a pair of loving parents and you just ran away." He said finishing the contents of the can.

        "You live around here?" He tossed the can.

         "No, quite far actually."

        "Alright then you can stay with me for a bit. Not the best but it's a place. As long as your mom doesn't come looking for you and trashing the place." Not that I would admit it at the time but right there and then a shimmer came to the sickeningly green dots I called eyes.

         "Thank you, Jason."

         "I’m in no position to be a Dad right now, but, I guess I’m your temporary dad for now."

          "Okay."

[reallyromealone]

Flufftober day one

Pumpkin picking

Bat fam x male reader

Warnings: no hero au, male reader, omegaverse, biological parent reader, fluff, kids are teens/children/babies

🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃

Having a normal family day was hard when you were Bruce Wayne but he made it work as he and the family got ready to pick pumpkins, (name) smiling at his family, from their teens to little baby Damien who was wearing the cutest pumpkin sweater as dick helped Tim put on his little boots, the five year old hyped to get pumpkins and had been talking about it all morning.

(Name) Smiled at his pups as he held Damien who suckled on a pumpkin pacifier, the five waiting on Bruce who came down in a cable knit sweater and slacks, a far cry from his suits "can we goooo!" Tim grumbled as he raised his arms for the Alpha to lift him, dick and Jason snickering slightly as Damien just rested his head on (name)s shoulder.

(Name) Smiled as Tim inspected every pumpkin, looking for any and every imperfection as Little Damien stood on his shaky legs and smacked a pumpkin before looking at Bruce, not exactly understanding what was going on and simply emulated what his brothers did "you want that one Dami?" Bruce asked his baby while crouching, Damien waddling to him with poor coordination and resting his hands on Bruce's knee "good choice Ducky!" (Name) Congratulated the boy as Jason and Dick cackled causing the parents to look over to see the two rolling huge pumpkins with grins "these are ours!"

Thank god Bruce had the foresight to bring the car with the big trunk.

"I found one!" Tim said excitedly before presenting the roundest pumpkin (name) ever seen "that's great tim!" He said to his son who beamed at the praise.

(Name) And Bruce picked random pumpkins, they weren't too concerned as this was more for the pups than them before going to get food, Damien falling asleep mid way as they spoke about what they will carve on their pumpkins.

Just a day in the Wayne family.

[lazycats-stuff]

Can I request a batfamily x male reader where reader is the youngest member(just a few months or so younger than Damien) and brings home a tiger he’s somehow managed to tame and is trying to convince his family to let him keep it?

This is something that Damian would do too.

Summary: (Y/N) brings a tiger to the manor. Family is shocked to say the least.

Warnings:

Bruce noticed something about his youngest son. Damian and (Y/N) shared the same love for animals and that was something that made Damian bond over. But there was now something off about his youngest son.

Every time Alfred bought some meat, it went missing. And (Y/N) was always near the barn on the property, just spending time there. Bruce thought nothing over that, maybe he was playing with Titus. But why was meat going missing then?

He asked Damian about it, but Damian had no idea. Titus may have been on a raw diet, but there was meat specifically for him, bagged and dated on a shelf. So that left Bruce scratching his head. Where was the meat going? And what was in the barn?

Well, the truth was a little bit different. (Y/N) was responsible for the disappearance of meat, but for a very important reason. And maybe a bad reason for Bruce, but (Y/N) had no choice.

The tiger from the Zoo escaped and somehow ended up on the Wayne property. So what did (Y/N) do? He somehow tamed the tiger and named it King

Tiger made it's home in the barn, happy to be here. It took a while for (Y/N) to tame him, but it was nice to see that the tiger trusted him. He came here often, always destressing from the patrol or just from pressure in general.

There was a small problem though. A minute one.

The family didn't know that there was a tiger. Bruce would be livid about it, Damian would be excited, Tim and Jason would be that's cool and Dick would just be okay with it.

But still, there was no way to tell the reactions of his family members. He just needs to find a way to tell them without giving Bruce a heart attack. Maybe he should tell Damian first and slowly ease every single member into the news?

He sighed as he sat down on the hay, the tiger walked towards him, plopping down onto (Y/N)'s lap. He nuzzled his nose against (Y/N)'s legs. (Y/N) smiled, petting his head, feeling the soft purr. Well, it wasn't really a purr, but still. King blinked slowly, showing he appreciated it.

" Damian, what's going on with your brother? " Bruce asked Damian, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Damian shrugged his shoulders, honestly not knowing.

" I don't know father, he didn't tell me anything. "

" Do you know why he is going to the barn so often? " Bruce pressed.

" I don't know. Titus doesn't go towards the barn so... Pennyworth either. " Damian said, cleaning his blade.

" He didn't tell you anything? " Bruce still pressed.

" Nothing father. You should talk to him after dinner. " Damian suggested.

" Maybe I should. " Bruce said to himself.

" But I don't think that it's anything serious. " Damian said. (Y/N) was the most normal kid out of this entire manor so the chances of him having any type of problem that he needs to hide are low as hell.

Bruce wanted to talk to his son, but (Y/N) was quick to leave to the barn after dinner. Bruce frowned at the his son's behavior. Something was completely off.

Bruce decided to ask the others to help him talk to (Y/N). Almost like an intervention. They moved quietly to the barn, listening to the words (Y/N) was saying.

" I know, I love you too. "

Bruce has had enough of the secrecy. He opened the door and he felt his eyes widening.

" Brother is that a tiger? " Damian asked, not afraid of the animal. He moved closer, sitting down closer to not anger the tiger. It was obvious that the tiger was protective of (Y/N) and Damian allowed the big cat to sniff his hand. It grumbled and nuzzled against the palm of his hand.

" This is so cool! " Jason said, also moving closer.

" Holy shit... " Tim said, trailing off.

Dick didn't know what to say. He expected that from Damian, not from (Y/N).

" YOU BROUGHT A TIGER?! " Bruce yelled out, making the said tiger raise his head and growl.

Bruce took a deep breath to calm himself down. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

" We can't keep him. " Bruce said, way more calmer.

" Too late for that. " Dick said, still kind of speechless.

Bruce sighed, trying not to lose his mind. He expected this from Damian and not from (Y/N). My God.

" So we are keeping him father? " Damian asked, scratching the tiger's head.

Bruce sighed once more. This is the craziest thing ever.

" Apparently so. " Bruce said, clearly outnumbered by his kids.

" You will love him Bruce. " (Y/N) said, smiling.

Bruce sighed for the nth time, thinking about the fact that he will have to make a facility for the tiger. Barn is not a suitable place for this animal.

" I guess then we are going to keep him. " Bruce said, rubbing his eyes.

[vydante]

Random Prompts (male reader) - DC

1. You’re a new masked superhero that’s recently joined the Justice League, and strangely enough, Robin and Superboy have started getting weirdly close to you, in the JL’s opinion. They don’t really like it as you’re an adult and they’re kids, but little do the JL know, you’re actually just almost a year older than Damien and Jon. Not to mention, you go to the same private school that the both of them go to, unbeknownst to everyone. (multi-series or a long one shot) 

2. You, a civilian, are in a relationship with Clark Kent, also another civilian- or at least, that’s what he tries to convince you. But that’s okay, you think his efforts in trying to hide his identity from you is cute, so you just turn the other cheek when he’s being pretty obvious. (multi-series, nonconsecutive)

3. Bruce Wayne is in search of a new PA after he fired the last one, especially since his other job has recently been taking more of his time than he’d like to admit. What he needs is efficiency, discretion, and adaptability, among just having common sense, which is strangely hard to find in a PA- that was, until he interviewed (Name) (Last Name), a weirdly perfect fit for the job... Maybe, too perfect. (multi-series).

4. Dick Grayson has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, both from his day and “night” jobs. But that’s okay, you’re always there to catch and take care of him when he eventually crashes. (one shot, sm*t (?), potential d/s undertones)

5. As a guy, you’re expected to be the pants of the relationship; always initiate dates, always be the big spoon, always be a man’s man. But sometimes you wanted to be in the receiving end of that treatment- fair’s fair, no? Thankfully, Diana doesn’t mind doing that for you- she’s actually more than happy to do so. (You’re still undecided on being on the receiving end of bondage with her Lasso of Truth, mostly because it glows and kind of ruins the mood). (one shot or a 5 times where prompt, potential d/s undertones, potential pegging undertones lol)

[brianwashere]

Alrighty what do people thing about a one shot with a teen poc male reader ( older than Damian but younger than Tim ) and the Batfam. It’s the reader’s first time it this large fancy private school and they keep getting bullied for their ethnicity. By the end of the day a group of bullies writes in sharpie “go back to where you came from” and the reader doesn’t do anything for a few weeks but then on of the batbros finds out and they get super mad. Confrontation then it’s got a happy ending and stuff.

Thoughts?

~Edit~

This story is out now! It’s called “Maybe I’ll stick around” I’m super proud of this one so please go enjoy it!

Here’s the link for you cool dudes and peeps

https://blitzkrieg-was-here.tumblr.com/post/682200995983474688/maybe-ill-stick-around

[zaceouiswriting]

The unfaithful bat: An almost forgotten birthday

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne & male reader/ Clark Kent x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: None

„Wake up!“, a loud childlike voice called out to Dick. He slightly stirred awake from it but, in the end, still turned back around to sleep a bit more. „Wake up!“ The voice began to get impatient.

„Damian, piss off,“ he grumbled angrily.

As he heard the small feet of his little brother waddle off, he fell back asleep with a smile on his face.

Back again in his wonderful dreams, he did not think about Damian coming into his room, trying to get him to wake up.

Only minutes later, Dick jumped out of his bed, body completely soaked in ice cold water, just as his bed now was. „What the fuck, Damien?“, he asked his little brother furiously, looking down at him.

„You should change clothes. After that, you wake up Tim and I get to Jason!“ Cheerfully, he ran off, letting Dick stand there in his room, soaked and confused.

„What just happened?“, he tried to find out on his own. But could not make any sense of anything that had happened. But knowing that it must be important, he did what his brother asked him to do.

After changing his clothes, he came into Tim’s room, his computer was still online and he was sitting at it. Asleep but also not really. He knew him and therefore knows that Tim was never really asleep. Still, Dick got over to the place where he sat and threw him over his shoulder.

Immediately Tim stirred fully awake, trying to free himself from Dick. But his oldest brother was stronger than him, which wasn’t hard.

With a fighting Tim on his shoulders, Dick walked out of his room, instantly running into Jason, who just looked as tired ad pissed as he was.

„Did you piss yourself in your sleep Dicky? How embarrassing!“ The older one could only roll his eyes at that comment. But ignored it, as he did with everything that Jason was saying. 

„Where is the little demon?“

„Downstairs I think, at least he said that as I threw him out of my room,“ Jason answered friendly that time.

All three of them, even though Tim had no real say in it because he still was on Dick’s shoulder.

As Jason and Dick saw Damian in total despair in front of some ingredients they were even more confused than before. „What is going on?“, they asked in unison.

Stunned Damien just stood there, staring at them. It took him a moment before he pointed to the calendar. As Dick looked at it, he let Tim slip onto the floor, where he wailed like a baby, dropped by their parents.

„Fuck, how could we forget that?“ To feel Jason’s hand on his shoulder was strangely soothing at that moment.

„Because of all that has happened, Dick. And us searching for Bruce, so we can finally get him behind bars, for what he had done to Dad.“

„But Dad, never forget anything about us, even when he was healing. Never forget a school play, a speech one of us had given, not a single birthday, or holiday. But we forget fathers day and now almost his birthday?“

He was angry with himself, as the oldest, he should’ve had that in mind, but he was too preoccupied.

Instead of getting Damian in a headlock or warning him, he ruffled his hair, helping him with your breakfast.

„Tim, get back to your computer and plan the best day, Dad could ever wish for. I don’t care, what laws you need to break to get the information, just do it quickly!“, Dick ordered him to do. And Tim the good son and brother he was, ran on his wobbly legs, that hadn’t run in a while, back up to his computer.

The other three made your breakfast, and Jason even decorated everything. For which he became strange looks from the demon and Dicky. „What? Dad and I like nice things, and?“, he passive-aggressively asked his two brothers. Both just looked away, smugly smiling the entire rest of their work.

Getting woken up by your beautiful little boys, with food and a song, let your heart swell up a thousand times. But that wasn’t the end, they did not leave your side the entire day, planned visits to a Museum, an Art gallery, an Opera, and finally to an expensive restaurant. You were so happy, that you almost made a big deal out of it. But hold it back, because of the setting you were in.

Back home though, you hug your boys as tight as possible, before excusing yourself to call Clark. Telling him all about your day. 

„Haven’t we seen the same Opera, just a week ago?“, he asked you chuckling.

„Yes we did you jerk, but it was with my boys. I don’t care what they want to do, as long as it is with them, I’ll be happy. And for a fact, I know that Jason and Dick, hated it, so just an extra bonus.“

Hearing Clark laughs so heartedly, was music to your ear. „But I wished we just could’ve stayed home and cuddled like when they were younger. Jason and Dick could never be near each other, without them almost killing the other. I had to put on on either side of me, while Tim, sat between my legs, his head on my chest. Even Damien, who I always thought hated me, laid head to head with Tim on my chest. I miss those times.“

„Maybe next year,“ Clark added hopefully.

„I can only hope. I miss you, Clark, come back soon, okay?“

„I’m already on my way.“ It did not take long until he suddenly stood on your balcony. „Surprise.“

You immediately ran into his arms, kissing him, while his strong hands, just as the rest of his body, only made out of muscles, hold you close.

„The day with my boys and the night with my boyfriend, more perfect can’t this day go!“, you exclaimed excitedly. Not missing the mischievous look in your boyfriend's eyes.

„Oh know a way to make it even better,“ he told you, squeezing your ass. Giggling you could not even form any more words, knowing that walking the next day would not be possible.

[Masterlist]

[the-ink-of-roses]

sister

damian wayne x platonic!batsis!reader warning: angst, mentions of death, bruce and everyone else being assholes first note: the reader uses she/her pronouns here word count: 14096 words reposting an older work from my old account here!!!! :DD

request: Headcanons for a batsis whos mean as fuck to everyone expect damien. Like they all come back from a mission and she criting all of them for every little thing except damien she's just like "you did amazing sweetie💗💗💗"

he found out you were living in crime alley with your mom who told you your fathers name before she died

he’d just adopted jason a while ago and now he just had another daughter all of a sudden

he’d just adopted jason a while ago and now he just had another daughter all of a sudden

the media expected you to be the little sunshine of the family, since you were the only girl, but you called them out for being sexist with some very colourful words

you weren’t nice to anyone

at first it was because you blamed bruce for your mom’s death, but you pretty soon realised that he wasn’t at fault, and you were sure you’d heard him visit your mother’s grave as well, so he did care

then you blamed jason and dick for taking away all his attention, when dick was barely present and jason was an ass

when you found out the secret you were mad at them for not telling you and treating you like a baby

when tim came, you were mad at everyone for just replacing jason because even if you were never nice to him and you despised him, he was somehow still your brother and they didn’t have the right to throw his memory away

when jason returned from the dead, you were mad at him for putting you through so much

so, you’ve pretty much been mad at everyone all your life, remaining stone cold while still caring, truly batman’s child

that was until damian came

when he came, you were pleasantly surprised, a short little baby with nothing but murder on his mind?

at first he resented you because he saw you as the competition, y’know, being ‘the blood daughter’

you however, didn’t like to mad at damian, in fact he was the only person you couldn’t be mad at for long

you could go days with being rude and heartless to everyone else, even bruce now, but not damian

the reason for this was because somewhere you saw yourself in him

a young boy, taken from the only home he knew, now introduced to a man he never knew earlier who is supposed to be his father?

sounds similar

someone who wanted his only known living family members approval not knowing he didn’t know if his mother was alive?

you’d definitely heard it before

hurting deep inside but keeping it all locked in so you don’t appear weak in front of someone else, even if it’s your family?

it was like looking in a mirror but this time a younger male looking back at you

having to live upto the expectations of all the previous people in this business but you were never taught this way of life and now you’re just pushed into it with all these expectations and responsibilities?

yeah, he was a mini you, only difference was that you’d been raised with your mom in crime alley while he was an heir to the league of assassinations but it wasn’t much of a difference

so, you were patient with him, something you’d never been even with tim or even jason, who was adopted the same time as you were

you needed someone when you got here but you didn’t get anyone but alfred and now damian was going through a very similar thing

you knew the person you wanted but you didn’t know the person damian needed, didn’t mean you wouldn’t learn

with everyone besides dick not even trying to welcome him, you knew you had to be someone for him, and so you were

you didn’t have the best relationship with her, you seldom even spoke of her until damian brought her up

you’d never shut him down before but you didn’t hesitate to do it now

it wasn’t until he followed you to your mother's graveyard did he learn of it, and it was that particular event that lead you two to bond over the fact both of you had a cold and distant mother and an even more cold and distant father

slowly but eventually you became the big sister damian needed, you sparred with him, you sat with him while he painted even if you couldn’t paint to save your life, and you’d be there if he got a nightmare from the league when he had a fight with bruce, you were there for him through all of that

and slowly but eventually, you got though him, he accepted you as an older sister faster than anyone else in the family

you became the person, the sibling you needed when you had just moved here for damian and you didn’t regret it one bit

that didn’t mean your demeanor towards everyone else had changed

you were still emotionless, rude and cold towards them all but damian, sometimes you’d help him make threats too

alfred watched you two bond in peace, he was glad you’d grown up to be a strong woman and damian’s walls slowly melted away, at least when he was with you

you were always warm towards him, and as someone who wasn’t used to it, he grew attached to you quickly

y’all were the black sheep, called cold and rude, coming off as the rudest people in the family but inside you two just never got the love you wanted from a father or a mother

damian’s mom wasn’t a bad mom, she just never showed her affection in front of him, much like yours

the resemblance was uncanny

you’d fought bruce many times for him not giving damian his attention or chance, it was always the same excuse

you knew he didn’t mean it, he was just trained to be this way you knew bruce tried but it wasn’t enough, but at least he was trying

you still hated most of the other boys for not giving damian a chance and judging him, because unlike them, you knew who damian wayne-al ghul really was

just like how he and alfred were the only ones who knew you

one day, the mission was a tough and dangerous one

you were benched, so you couldn’t go but you were worried for them all, especially damian, he was getting even more reckless to prove his worth to bruce

watching them while helping babs, you’d never seen anyone be so dumb, especially for detectives, crime lords, vigilantes and everything else they were

they did a horrible job and you weren’t scared to tell them

“horrible job everyone,” was the sarcastic voice that greeted them and none of them needed it after the scolding they’d gotten from bruce but you weren’t about to let them go easily

“dick, that wasn’t a reasonable cover place, you left everyone behind, Jason, covert means no guns because they make this thing called noise that defeats the entire purpose of the mission, and Timmy what the hell? you were so slow, you almost got stabbed like four times, start sleeping, it’s showing on your fieldwork and here, there is no space for errors”

as you turned to damian, everyone prepared to see what you would tell him, but to everyone’s surprise, you just put a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked at him warmly

warm and you didn’t go in the same sentence

everyone was taken aback from your next words, “damian while your tactic was effective, you rushed a little into battle, but it’s okay, you still did great and i am so proud of you, go clean up, you deserve an early night”

the??? tone??? was??? soft????

no one had heard you use it before

they were all shook

aside from you and damian of course, he nodded and walked off to his room, freshening up and you joined him. He painted while you typed away, finishing some work you had left. This was another usual day, one damian came to appreciate spending with you, his older sister, someone who chose him even if you could have chosen anyone else

a tear fell as he sat at your grave, the only things he had were his memories. you were the only one who was there for him, who stood up for him, fought for him and that got you killed. shielding him from a bullet, you’d broken the one promise you made him, to never leave.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Bat family Incorrect Quotes

Tim: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Y/N: How am I supposed to know?

Dick: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: You wouldn't be trapped

*The group is getting into the car*

 Dick: I’m driving.

 Y/N, out of view: Shotgun!

 Tim, turning to face Y/N: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

 Everyone except Y/N: WOAH-

 Y/N, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Dick, driving Y/N and tim: So how was your day?

Y/N: We almost got surprised adopted!

Dick: What?

Tim: We almost got kidnapped.

Dick: Oh, okay.

Dick: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Jason: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Y/N: The cow???

Jason: What?

Dick: Y/N, W H Y?

Jason : Go to Hell

Damien, tearing up: I wish I could

Y/N: Self care is getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

 Dick: No, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it or taking a nice warm nap!

Damien: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self-care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Jason: Lmao self-care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Damien: If you touch my birthday cake, I’ll make you eat your hands

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Jason: If you had to choose between Y/N and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

 Damien: That depends, how much money are we talking about?

Y/N: !

 Jason : 63 cents.

Damien: I'll take the money.

 Y/N: DAMIEN!!

Y/N: Fitness tip never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

 Jason: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Tim : There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Bruce: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Jason?

 Jason: … No.

Dick : I do!

Bruce: I know, .

Dick: I’m sad!

Bruce: I know,

Y/N: I told Damien his ears flush when he lies.

Jason : Why?

Y/N: Look.

Y/N: Hey Damien! Do you love us?

Damien, covering his ears: No.

Bruce: While I’m gone, Y/N, you’re in charge.

Y/N: Yes!!!

Bruce, whispering: , you’re secretly in charge.

Dick: Obviously.

Y/N, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

 Bruce: You did WHAT–

 Damien: William Snakepeare

Tim: Y/N and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Bruce : *Sighing* What did Y/N do?

 Tim: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

 Y/N: Who wants a steering wheel?

Jason: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

 Tim: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

 Jason: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Y/N : Edible

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Child! Male Reader

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Authors Note: Here is another shot with the bat family! We’re putting the blame on Dick again because why not? 😌 I also enjoyed writing this, I finished it during work but at least I got distracted with something after finishing up my job!

Request: can I request a fanfic where Bruce's biological son just turned 4 and they are all setting up a birthday party for him and while they're doing so they keep fucking up decorations (the batboyz) and they start cursing under their breath but baby reader still hears it. After they're done they start singing happy birthday and Jason asks reader what they wish for and with his big innocent eyes he says "fuck!! " really loudly and everyone looks at Jason and he's just like "it wasnt me why is everyone automatically blaming me!?" Bruce just rolls his eyes and thinks reader is trying to say duck so he asks reader if he meant duck but he just shakes his head and keeps saying fuck and then Alfred gives reader a long talk about how that word is really bad

Warnings: Fluff, language, reader is a child, soft family moments, bat family, dick Is to blame again.

Word count: 1.4K

Tags: @1s3v3n1

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He was suppose to be distracted in his room, playing with his toys and brushing Titus fur along with Alfred the cat. He was suppose to remain in the room until his older brother, Jason, came to get him. The small three, soon to be four, year old boy was sitting on the carpet floor, playing with his toys along with his family dog and cat.

Y/n was focused playing with his own toys and placing a loose tie over Titus, who sat in front of him, keeping watch of the child who hums to himself and pranced around his room. Before hearing a commotion on the other side of the door, causing the boy to stop what he was doing and turn his gaze at the closed door.

He stays silent, hearing a soft thud and some harsh whispering. The child tilts his head in confusion and approaches the door, both Titus and Alfred the cat walk around him, trying to keep him from leaving the room and trying to pull him back but the child was stubborn like his father and wanted to know what were the noise was coming from.

Upon reaching the door knob he twists it open and pulled the door open, stumbling in his little legs as he looks up and down the empty halls. “Let’s go.” He whispers to Titus and Alfred, quietly moving around the hallways and following the sound of his brothers harsh whispers.

“—I can’t!”

“Damien, I swear to god.”

Y/n’s hand grips the tie around Titus, pulling the large dog close to him as he reaches the end of the hallway, peaking down the stairs where he spots his brothers holding colorful decorations and arguing amongst each other.

“The sign is suppose to be by the chimney.” Dick exclaims, holding a banner saying, ‘happy birthday’, as he tried to take the ladder back from Damien’s hold. “Grayson.” Damien hissed. “The banner is better above the entrance where Y/n is suppose to enter.”

“Does it really matter where it goes?” Tim asks.

“Yes!” Both dick and Damien say at the same time before turning back to glare at each other.

Tim rolls his eyes, going back to fixing his own part of the decorations. He works on the balloons, blowing them up and tying the string around the end before giving them to Jason to tie down on a small weight.

“Just out the banner by the entrance and focus on the rest of the decorations! Bruce will be home soon and I doubt Y/n will stay in his room forever.” Jason reminds the others as Dick grumbled at Damien’s victory grin, snatching the banner from him and moving the ladder to the entrance.

“I hope you fucking fall.” Dick says.

Damien frowns at him, rolling his eyes and focusing on his own tasks while Jason ties the balloons down. “Dick, help me with the rest of the balloons—“

Y/n giggled to himself, watching his brothers argue with one another. Something he tends to see a lot at home and he’s grown used to it. His brothers were always loud and yelling while Y/n remained a quiet child, only talking whenever he felt like it. Bruce had grown worried for his son after the first two years together, not hearing a single word from the kids mouth caused the billionaire to grow worried, rushing him to see a doctor who let him know that each child was different when it comes to speaking. Y/n was probably late into learning, Bruce would blame himself for his sons verbal situation.

It didn’t take long for Alfred to reach him sign language, something that y/n took interest in and began to communicate with his family with his hands. It did take a few more months before he finally started talking, surprising Bruce and his brothers. It all happened during family dinner, after everyone was finished they stayed a little longer to enjoy some desert. Y/n has crawled onto Bruce’s lap, reaching out for the plate of cookies that were far from his reach. Everyone was too busy arguing or talking with each other to pay attention until the child says his first words.

“Cookie, please.”

The boys didn’t process the words until after Tim slides the plate over. The young child snatching one from the plate and eating quietly while kicking his little legs back and forth. The whole table remained quiet that night as they watched him eat in silence, expecting him to say something again but never hearing that voice again until later that week. After that, y/n had grown used to speaking with his family or signing to them whenever he felt comfortable.

“Dick funny.” Y/n tells Titus, the Dane titling it’s head to the side in confusion while the child giggled. He quietly rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him and focusing back on his toys. He sits on his knees and helps Titus remove the tie from around his neck.

The child was suddenly full of energy and excitement as he throws himself at Titus, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging the large dog who sat still, barely moving when the child bounced on him.

“Birthday, birthday, birthday!” He chants out in a soft voice, touching Titus’ ears and brushing his fur back. It was only a few minutes before Bruce decide to walk inside the room, a smile on his face as he approached his four year old son. He bends down on one knee to place a hand on his sons head. “Hey Bud,” Bruce whispers. “Ready for your birthday cake?”

Y/n’s eyes widen with excitement when he hears the word ‘cake’, turning quickly to hug Bruce and nuzzling his face into his chest. “I want cake.” He mumbled out, causing Bruce to chuckle and pick up his son in his arms. He carried the kid out of his room and downstairs where everyone else was.

“Hey! It’s the birthday boy!” Jason is the first to shout as they pop some confetti, surprising the four year old as he claps in happiness. “We got you presents and a cake! Your favorite.” Tim reveals y/n’s favorite cake. The boys eyes grow big as he squirms to sit in front of it.

“Calm down.” Bruce laughs, setting Y/n down on the chair while Dick placed a little birthday hat on him, the whole family was there to celebrate the child’s fourth birthday. The room was fully decorated and presents were piled up on a separate table.

“Let’s light this bitc—“

“Jason.” Bruce says with a stern voice, glaring at him.

“Right.” Jason clears his throat, lighting up the candles. Y/n’s father and siblings stand in front of him, Alfred behind him as they began to sing him happy birthday. Y/n sways his head side to side, singing along too as he stares at the lit up candles in front of him.

After his family is done singing it’s Bruce who says. “Make a wish, Y/n.” The rest of his family goes quiet as Y/n stands on his chair, bowling out the candles, probably spitting a little, but still blowing them out. Everyone clapped and cheered, causing Y/n to blush as he too, claps again.

“What you wish for?” Tim asks.

Y/n smiles widely at Tim. “Fuck!”

Tim’s eyes widen, Jason chokes on his spit while Damien grins. Dick looks nervously to Bruce who stood over his four year old with a frown on his face.

“Y/n, did you by any chance mean Duck?” Bruce asked but Y/n shakes his head. “I want fuck!” He says again.

Jason holds back his laughter until everyone turns to face him with a glare. “What—? Seriously, just because I swear doesn’t mean I taught him. I wouldn’t do that too him!”

“Yes Todd, but your more likely to slip up.” Damien provided his point. Jason was always swearing during missions and no was surprised that he would do it at home.

Bruce sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/n, where did you hear that word?”

Y/n was too oblivious to know what was going on. He smiles widely, standing on his chair as he points at Dick. “Fuck! Heard from him.” He confessed, everyone growing tense and turning to face Dick.

“Now hold on—!” Dick is quick to defend himself while everyone turned to scold him. Y/n could only hum as he sits on his chair, poking the cake and licking the frosting from his fingers while Alfred cut him a piece and provided him a small lecture of never using that word again.

[l1tw1ck]

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[issacballsac]

“Dear Alice„

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[reallyromealone]

Title: free days

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x male reader

Fandom: batman

Warnings: male reader, omegaverse, omega male reader, fluff, no heroes au, bat children are children, implied that they are (name)s bio kids

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It was the ideal.

Giant alpha with a brooding expression and cold demeanour and peppy Omega who had enough conversation of six people, Bruce reading the morning paper as (name) enjoyed his breakfast sleepily in one of Bruce's shirts and a pair of boxers, both periodically taking sips of their drinks; Bruce a hot cup of black coffee and (name) a cup of (drink). "The zoo's snow leopards had cubs" Bruce mentioned casually, following the family "no bad news till after ten am" rule, (name) humming as he glanced to see the photo of the tiny cub "we should take the pups to see it" (name) mentioned, the Wayne family having donated a few million to help the conservation efforts the zoo was focused on.

"We can make arrangements, my darling" Bruce said to the other who beamed sleepily to his mate, Bruce feeling his heart warm at this.

The pups slowly piled in one by one, the smaller less formal dining area filled with sleepy littles, tweens and teens "Cassandra, stop stealing your brother's bacon" (name) said calmly as he stared off slightly, finally waking up a bit more as the pups ate their breakfast and Damian tried to copy how bruce are clumsily, the toddler absolutely fixated on Bruce these days "your lunches are on the counter in the kitchen, Dick remember that you are going to be accompanying your father today after school, Jason you are going out with your friends yes? I want you back home by 9:45--""ten?" "Get a good score on that test today and I'll consider it" "deal"

(Name) gave his kids their iteneraries as everyone ate and got ready for the day, little Damien and Helana letting their parents carry them to the nursery to be dressed for the day "alrighty little doves, let's get you in your outfits!" (Name) said to the two toddlers who let their parents dress them in clothes that they weren't worried would get messy, Damien in an adorable pair of shorts and a little shirt with a dog on it and Helena in a skort and a shirt that had Carmen Sandiego on it "you two ready?"

Today was their first class in martial arts, something all the children took as Bruce was consistently worried for their safety "they need to be able to defend themselves, what if we aren't there?!" He fretted behind closed doors, Damien looking excited and Helena bouncing as they and the rest of the family went to driveway "Tim, Jason behave or you drive with Alfred" and Alfred didn't get McDonald's before class, the two immediately stopping their nonsense as they followed Dick to his car and the others into the main family car, a town limo where the driver was ready for them. (Name) was thankful Damien kept his shoes on, sitting in his car seat separated from his sister with Cass between them "mama!" He yelled seriously "what is it dames?" "Oweo?" He asked almost confused and (name) tried not to laugh at the boys question "we can get Oreos after your lesson, yes"

Toddler martial arts was mainly just getting the little ones used to it, very clumsy and often times the little ones were more interested in their own feet than actually doing the lesson but it was a start "remember when dick was this little? He would only do anything if you held his hand?" (Name) said as they watched from the glass, little Damien and Helena practicing listening with the instructor and even learning the absolute basic stances, both excited to make noises and give wobbly little stances.

Bruce was happy when he could make time for his family, the tots passed out in their arms as they went to the limo "I'll be going to the office, prepare for the shadowing" Bruce gently kissed (name)s forehead and then lips as they smiled at one another "good luck" and with that they parted.

When night came, (name) was in bed reading a book when Bruce came in "how did it go?" (Name) asked as he blatantly watched Bruce undress into his boxers "it went well, he has been preparing for this since he was 11" Bruce walked to the bed and got in, moving (name) so he layed his chest against Bruce's as they smiled fondly at one another and gently kissed, (name)s hands gently holding into Bruce's sharp jaw as they enjoyed their time alone.

"I think I want another pup"

"Darling we have six children already"

"But baby?"

"Darling, the youngest two are just getting out of potty training"

"Fine" (name) playfully pouted as they cuddled, anyone outside the family would be intimidated by Bruce, though for his mate he was putty.

They weren't the perfect ideal of an alpha and omega but they were their ideal and that's all that mattered.