#dick and jason buying/getting clothes and them eventually ending up on tim and damian one way or another is so :“)

[notholaenas]

i love that hc (?) where damian inherits all of dick's old clothes......full circle moment for the batboys i think

[plethorawrites]

How I think the Batboys + Clark would respond to you asking them to "dress up" in some capacity for them in the bedroom like you always do for them.

"I'm always the one in lingerie, why don't you dress up for me for a change?"

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Bruce: Will go for the most petty response possible, by keeping his tie on the next time you're intimate. Which, he meant mostly as a sarcastic joke, but found himself enjoying. You also seemed to be incredibly fond of it, tugging it in between your teeth or biting at it around his neck. When it was covered in your spit from all the biting, it eventually slipped off his neck and got wrapped around your wrists, tightened to keep you in place. And when you resisted it after a bit (lovingly, of course) he untied it, pushing it back into your mouth to muffle your sounds. Who knew a tie was so versatile?

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Dick: Has no problem with complying when you ask him to dress up. None. You make a fair point and it's only fair he puts in some effort and he's secure enough in his masculinity to do anything you ask. This is the same man who went as discowing for a while, after all. A garter? You're foaming at your mouth. You want him to wear some sort of dress or actual lingerie? He'll have to buy it since yours definitely wouldn't fit, but he'll absolutely get something flattering. A bit of roleplay, to fit, if it was something themed? It's a given. How could he not fully commit?

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Jason: Would roll his eyes, not because he's annoyed but because he thinks he'd look ridiculous and he cares more about worshipping you than letting you take care of him. That said, If you wanted something different, he'd do something different. The next time he comes home from patrol, instead of taking his stuff off and changing, he stays in it, making you take it off. The leather of his gloves twirling your hair as you unbuckled things, the feeling of your hands tugging his jacket off, is enticing for both of you. And by the time he's nearly fully undressed, you're both desperate. The helmet is the last to go. And it only does after he whispers a few things he knew you'd like in your ear.

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Tim: Has no idea what that even means, honestly. It could be a joke, maybe. But better safe than sorry if not. Since he didn't quite know, he went with the safest option that could still qualify and wore a see through button up under his jacket, with his slacks for an event, letting you see it later that night. You seemed happy, if not a little frustrated for him having it on all night without knowing. Probably because if you'd seen him in a sheer black top, showing off his chest and stomach, you'd pull him into the bathroom and take it off right there.

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(Aged up) Damian: Isn't entirely unused to flamboyancy in one way or another. He wore plenty of nice robes and wraps for the League of Assassins, not to mention suits for his father's events. But that was a normal thing, he supposed. So, if you wanted something different, he'd have to think outside of the box. He's always liked art, ever since he was young and even considered making love to be an art in itself, in a way. So, the next time you're in his room, tugging off his clothes, you're surprised when he's covered in henna, little swirls, dots, even flowers. It had taken hours, but was absolutely worth it for the look on your face.

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Clark: Was befuddled, like he often was when you said that. He had no idea how to dress up for you, or even why you'd want him to. But when you guys spend a weekend at the farm and he catches your eyes lingering when he's working in the yard, he figures it out. When you're home, several days after the visit ended, you find him in overalls and nothing else, except for a cowboy hat, he usually wore to keep the sun out of his eyes. And it was fun, he'll admit, seeing you get excited. The hat looked much better on you, though.

[inked-spirit]

So continuation of this post ->

Jason adopts Danny as his own.

At first he has no idea what he's doing and does extensive research on how to care for his new son. He fumbles a bit at when actually buying baby products as he's not sure exactly what he'll need, intill a mother of two spots him and helps him out.

In order for the batfamily not to find out about his kid he just puts Danny to sleep before patrols and locks his whole apartment down, leaving a camera to watch over Danny and check on him when ever he gets the chance.

Sometimes making a quick pit stop back to feed or put him back to sleep if he woke up.

Eventually he gets the hang of parenting and hiding his son. Intill hes just relaxing, reading a book at the end of patrol before bed. And gets an unexpected visit from one of the bat fam (I'm thinking nightwing but could be any). They look between Jason and the sleeping baby in a cot before they evidently become incredibly concerned and confused.

Where did this baby even come from?

Why is there a baby? WHY DOES JASON HAVE A BABY??

Jason has to finally Reluctantly reveal his sons existence and the whole family goes wild.

Bruce: I have a grandson? :0

Dick: I have a Nephew! :D

Tim: Should we be concerned?

Duke: Oh God, the Bird adoption tendency has passed onto Jason..

Damian: ... What

Cass: Nephew :D

Stephanie: I'm gonna be an awesome aunt! >:D

They all immediately try and meet the little guy but have a hard time when a very protective Jason practically hisses at them when they try to get close without his invitation. Especially Bruce. Telling them all that he'll let them met him eventually over time under his choosing.

First is Alfred and Barbara (obviously) who is absolutely in love with little Danny on sight. His little great grandson. And Barbara's technical Nephew.

Bab's absolutely melts when she gets to hold his little self bundled in fabric. And tears up when reaches for her face and gently munches on her hair.

When Alfred got to hold him and he had to wipe his eyes then well, he just has to do some dusting later that's all.

Next is the overwhelmed with excitement Richard. Dick is absolutely overjoyed to meet his little Nephew and immediately crys when Jason allows him to hold the little guy and Danny grabs one of his fingers. The little guy was holding his finger! With his whole fist!

Cass and Steph were after Dick, Cass absolutely loved him and even had a gift lined up for him (that others were jealous of since they hadn't even thought about that!)

A stuffed toy Bat that Danny immediately took and held close. Steph followed up with Cass's idea and bought clothes for Danny, JL themed because it was funny.

Both got to hold him and both got to take turns bottle feeding him. He went to sleep in Cass's arms and had to be taken back by Jason.

Next up had been Duke and Tim. Both were very intrigued to meet him and Tim even made the comment that he looked identical to Jason.

Black hair, blue eyes, white streak. He was honestly suprised to hear from Jason that no, he was not biologically Danny's father. And that it was just incredible coincidence.

Duke makes fun of Jason with the Bruce adoption trait the entire time.

When they got to hold him they fell for his little chubby face and adorable sky blue eyes. This was the're Nephew, and they would absolutely protect the little guy from harm.

Finally it was Bruce and Damians turn,

Bruce was holding in all of his questions and all of his excitement. In order not to scare away his second son who had finally given the okay for him to meet his grandson.

Damian wasn't as enthusiastic as all the others but Bruce could tell he was curious.

As soon as Bruce laid eyes on the little bundled form in Jasons arms. He felt himself smile and his heart skip a beat.

That was the newest addition to his family. His little grandson.

His sons first and foremost rule was that Danny was his adopted son and not up for Bruce to take. Bruce readily agreed.

And that Danny was not to ever become a robin. Jason didn't want that for his son.

Damian looked at the little baby that in turn, turned to face Damian with wide eyes.

Damian blinked owlishly as the little one smiled widely and reached for him cooing.

Jason was also suprised.

"He likes the demon brat?"

Damian gave his hand to Danny experimentally and Danny happily took it and did not want to let go for a while.

Damian wondered if Danny would like animals?

Would Todd even let him show Danny all his animals?

Bruce would not not lie and say he wasnt jealous at the little ones quick effection to his youngest.

When Jason asked if Bruce would like to hold Danny he jumped at the opportunity. A rare show of trust, a sign of repair to there broken relationship.

When Danny was laid in Bruce's waiting arms it took all he had not to cry then and there. He was just so perfect. Danny curled up a bit and with an adorable little yawn, and drifted of to sleep in Bryce's arms.

I have all these random cute and funny sernarios in my head of Danny interacting with the family as he grows up.

Thinking that the whole family actively try and keep the vigilantism a secret from Danny intill hes a bit older.

Also thinking of either Danny still has his ghost powers and they just awaken incredibly slow over time from toddler age (floating toddler would be incredibly funny) or when he's just starting primary school and he's just absolutely terrified with no idea whats going on and Jasons freaking out on what to do. (Adding a how to care for your Meta child book in his library.)

I'm this 🤏 close to turning this into a fanfic>°>

With like a whole story line and everything. This au's begging to stick.

Also I have some art for this lined up that I'll post next.

Also @starkcravingmad tag as requested:)

[anothertimdrakestan]

Stealing Clothes From The Batboys/YJ Boys HC!

i wrote this on my phone due to immediate inspiration from a lovely anon!

"can i get a headcanon with the batboys and more if you can of how they react when their girlfriend steals theirs clothes? i love you're writing so so so much!"

Dick Grayson:

- you always steal his sweatpants even if they're like 4 sizes too big

- they're always a little worn and soft and smell like him

- you'll have to pull them up every 60 seconds but that's why you love them

- slipping them on when you wake up and starting to make breakfast, dick will come out of your bedroom and his heart will melt on sight

- he'll come up behind you and pull the waistband back effectively pulling you into his chest

- he'll toy with the drawstrings and waistband, feathery fingers dancing around your waist while you move around the kitchen

- he's the boyfriend that lovessss when you steal his clothes, eventually you'll run him out of sweatpants and he'll just go buy more, no questions asked. it warms his heart seeing you engulfed in his clothes

Wally West:

- Wally is a jacket king, he's constantly in different colors and sizes and types of jackets but he is very attached to them and often won't let you steal them

- but there's a secret to the jacket lifestyle, the t-shirt he wears under said jackets

- the t-shirts are slightly worn and unbelievably soft and they smell so strongly of your lovely boyfriend theyre your all time favorite steal

- often they might have a little hole or stain so you'll wear them around casually or sleep in them

- he makes fun of you when you both go to bed because you walk straight to his closet to pick out a shirt

- it makes his heart melt seeing you wear his t-shirts while he's away on missions, and having his warm and comforting smell on you 24/7 makes you miss him a little bit less

- he will steal the t-shirts back and wear them around to make sure his cologne is still there, for certain favorite t-shirts there will be all out wars for who gets to wear them, usually they end in tickle fights and him giving in calling you a thief even though he loves it

Jason Todd:

- jason's hoodies hit different i swear

- they're ginormous, soft, and beautiful

- the sleeves are way to long and when he sees you standing in one of his hoodies waiting for him after patrol he can't help but laugh

- "babe i know you love my hoodies but i'm scared it's going to eat you"

- he likes to pull the huge hood over your head laughing while you flail the hoodie sleeves

- when you're cuddling he likes to toy with the drawstrings and make little bows like the giant softie he is

- he will spend a whole day looking for the hoodie to complete his outfit then see you in it, he can never be mad when he sees the giddy look you get from how huge his clothes are on you, he's convinced you're the cutest thing in the entire world and no one can prove him wrong

Gar Logan:

- you're dork boyfriend unashamedly has hundreds of graphic t-shirts with terrible science puns or sarcastic logos and he'll beg you to wear them

- like any normal girlfriend you try to steal his hoodies or even will try on his beast boy suit as a joke but this boy will beg you to twin in punny t-shirts with him

- you're trending on social media like 24/7 from candid pictures of you and gar wearing t-shirts that say "i'm stupid in love with ->" or "i love her more than joker loves the batman" and other terrible graphics

- you like to style his band concert t-shirts into edgier outfits and it'll always blow him away

- "damn babe i need to go to more concerts if you're gonna look like that!"

- gar's love languages are affection and giving so you always let him shower you in his clothes and cuddles

- it always puts a dorky love-struck smile on his face when you steal his t-shirts and make epic outfits out of them and you'd do anything for your lover boy, who doesn't want to rep their boy???

Tim Drake:

- Tim has an eccentric style, and the two of you will often share clothes like jackets, maybe even pants, or hats (zendaya and tom holland vibes)

- he's always asking you for style advice and color combos that will look good, he's the first to tell anyone how amazing you always look and how talented your eye is for clothes - he tells everyone how you constantly take his breath away

- while you're day time style is amazing, it's in your own home that you give Tim a real show

- the best way to take his breath away is to slip on one of his button down dress shirts after a night of passion

- seeing you dressed in only his shirt, many of the buttons undone will physically knock the air out of his lungs

- feigning innocence you'll toy with the buttons and casually flirt until he's ripping the shirt off telling you he'll buy a new one

- occasionally you'll style outfits with his dress shirts, tucking them in pairing it with your favorite blazers, it feels like you've got a little piece of Tim rooting for you all day, the perfect pick me up during a rough day

Bart Allen:

- Bart is convinced you are the cutest thing to walk the planet and will actually vibrate through the floor with excitement when you steal his clothes

- your (and his) personal favorite is one of his many baseball tees

- this kid has at least 20 different colored shirts and you're pretty sure he wasn't even a baseball player, while he looks undeniably handsome you like to steal the shirts because of how soft they are

- he loves how the shoulders are too big and a little droopy, the sleeves are a little too long making you roll them up to your fore arm to get anything done, and he can feel his heart flutter noticing how you're always bunching up the material or trying to tuck it into your waistband

- seeing you in his shirts makes him all warm and fuzzy, he physically cannot keep his hands off of you if he tried

- when you cuddle he'll cling to the soft fabric with one hand, the other securing you to his chest, whispering something about how perfect you are before he devulges into light snores, keeping you secure and warm, his cologne intoxicatingly warm and comforting, automatically lulling you to sleep with him in minutes

Damian Wayne:

- Dami doesn't love you stealing his clothes, he likes it when you slip on his t-shirt or sweater after a long day and he'll usually expect it back

- but the best thing to steal from your cute boyfriend are his adorable turtleneck sweaters

- these knitted black sweaters are the softest material known to man but stealing them is so difficult because Damian doesn't like parting with them

- the face he gives you when you meet up in public while wearing one of his turtlenecks is too cute, a mixture of pride that you're engulfed in his property and also some mild amusement that you successfully snatched one of his turtlenecks out from under his nose

- "mhm beloved i like your shirt, tell me where did you get it?" his snark is always unmatched

- one of his favorite things to do when you're wearing his turtlenecks is pull the material up and over your mouth, effectively quieting you with your own shirt

- the playful glint in his eyes while he toys with the collar makes you smile like a child, loving how his inner goofy side comes out when he's with you

Jaime Reyes:

- there is no better clothing item to steal from Jaime than the iconic gray drawstring zip up hoodie

- this boy really goes through at least three a month if not more so he doesn't mind you snatching a few for your own closet

- he likes to grab on either side of the unzipped jacket and tug you into his embrace, his lips meeting yours while he toys with the fabric

- you take his jackets everywhere, he loves that you're rarely caught without one - he thinks it's adorable that you don't like to be without him

- his scarab genuinely thinks you're safer wearing his jacket and will throw a bit of a fit if "mate is unsafe! protections protocols active!" so you've taken to tying them around your waist, slinging them over your shoulder, and have even tried to crop or bedazzle a few to make a bomb outfit if thats you're style!

- the jackets are always worn and well loved, sometimes they'll have tears or burn marks from his scarab getting upset but you never mind the imperfections, they're what makes each jacket special

hope you enjoyed let me know who your fav was!

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Satisfied, Part 12

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I’m going to start answering comments at the bottom but before the taglist now so you guys can get straight into the chapter (unless it’s really important like taking a break or something)

Also I’ve decided to move all the Wayne kids closer together in age. Damian’s 18, Tim is 21, Jason is 23, Dick is 25

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She didn’t go to the coffee shop the next day. Partially because she wasn’t getting her overpriced coffee paid for (at least not without a lot of whining), but mostly because she wanted to do some research where people couldn’t see her.

She sighed as she flipped between all fifty of her tabs, resting her head on her hand. She could hear Tikki trying, and failing, to make her something to eat in the kitchen.

Who could the bat family be? They had to have a lot of influence and/or money to get as much information as they did. She flipped through the most wealthy people in Gotham and its surrounding area, but where was the cutoff? How was she to know that they weren’t middle class people who saved for expensive things?

And then there was the tiny case of the near-slipup on the rooftops. Nightwing was about to call Robin something. He wouldn’t have been saying ‘friend’, he wouldn’t have had to pause like that. What had he been about to say? She hoped it wasn’t ‘boyfriend’, they had what seemed to be a 10 year age gap. Her best assumption was they were going to say ‘brother’, which implied at least most of the bat family was related.

Her eyes found their way to the tab with a picture of Bruce Wayne. He was standing alone, his kids never had pictures taken of them out of respect for their privacy, but everyone knew of his penchant for adopting kids with dark hair and blue eyes.

Great. She’ll never know, then. How was she, a designer, supposed to get close to the Bruce Wayne?

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On a completely unrelated note, the next day she stood outside of a gate with Tim. Her eyes locked on the weird symbol on the gate, trying to place where she’d seen it before, but her brain couldn’t seem to find it. Oh well, it was probably just one of the rich people she’d researched yesterday.

Tim placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “You can not let my dad adopt you.”

She gave a small eyeroll, pushing his hands off and smoothing out her dress. It had taken forever to get a dresscode out of Tim, because he insisted that ‘you could wear a burlap sack and my family would love you, just relax’, but he eventually just told her formal. Not helpful. There’s levels of formal, Tim. She had settled for a plain red dress with a black belt.

“I don’t think my parents would be all that excited if I traded them out after a few days here.”

He nodded. “That’s good. Use that.”

“Use tha--?”

The gates swung open.

Tim took a deep breath as if to steel his nerves. “At least Damian isn’t here. You get to meet the nicest of the family first.”

“Why isn’t he here?”

“He got out of it,” he shrugged.

They stepped inside. She stared up at the high walls. She pulled out her phone and took a picture in case she messed up with Tim’s family so bad that she wasn’t allowed back.

The moment she walked in someone pulled her into a hug. “Thank you!” He cried.

Marinette blinked and gave him a short pat on the back. “You’re... welcome?”

He pulled away and held out a hand to shake. “Sorry, I was just so excited to meet the person who got him to take a day off. I’m Dick.”

“You’re... you’re what?” She said, her eyebrows shooting into her hair.

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, right, French. I’m Richard but, in America, that gets shortened to ‘Dick’.”

She blinked once, then just chose to accept it. “Nice to meet you, I’m Marinette.”

“How’d you do it?”

She gave a small shrug as they began walking to the dining room. “I don’t know. He just offered.”

Dick sent her a skeptical look, then looked at his brother as if to confirm.

“In my defense, she looked really stressed.”

“More stressed than you usually do?” Came a voice from above. She looked up to see yet another guy leaning over a railing to look at them.

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “I thought you guys were adopted, how do you all look exactly the same?”

The newest grinned. “Dad’s got a type.” He hopped the railing and landed next to them.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she took a better look at all of them. Tim’s dodge could be put down as self-defense, but hopping a railing and landing without getting hurt?

She blinked as a hand was thrust in her face and gave a weak smile. “I’m Marinette, nice to meet you.”

“Jason.”

Her brain was blaring alarms, trying desperately to tell her something, but it all came out as ‘AHDKFSFHDLKSNDG’, which wasn’t all that useful.

She shook his hand.

It wasn’t until she walked into the dining room and her eyes landed on the Bruce Wayne that she finally figured everything out. Her hands flew to her mouth as she stared at him in stunned silence.

Then she wheeled on Tim and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt. “You’ve been a Wayne this whole time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He had the decency to look sheepish. “I didn’t want you to use me for my money.”

“Please, I knew you were rich from the get-go, it wouldn’t have mattered if you were ‘goes to Disney twice a year’ rich or ‘could buy Disney if you wanted’ rich. You should have at least warned me outside the gate!”

Bruce dropped something on the desk and Marinette squeaked quietly, letting go of her captive. It was a file of some sort. Crap, was this an interrogation or something? Was that a rich people thing? Do they do in-depth research on people that talk to their kids?

The man slid the file over and she opened it to see... adoption papers?

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding,” she mumbled as she flipped through them. She glanced up at Bruce. “How did you get these so fast?”

“I have them on me at all times at this point,” he explained.

She blinked a few times and then slowly closed the file. “I’m sorry, but I have parents already.”

Everyone (except Tim) seemed stunned. She heard Jason whisper: “Is that allowed?”

Despite the slight confusion, everyone took a seat at the table. There was quite a few seats, but she was amused to see all the kids opting to sit next to her.

Dick rested his head on his hands from his spot across the table. “So, what do you know about Ladybug?”

She did her best not to tense.

“Subtle,” said Jason sarcastically from her right. He turned back to her and gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry, ‘bout that. He’s been obsessed since she appeared, and most of his research has been a dead end. He’s grasping at straws.”

She forced a small laugh. “I’m too clutzy to ever be Ladybug, you can ask anyone.”

Dick groaned. “And I don’t suppose you know who it is?”

“Nope.”

Jason, apparently eager to change the subject every two seconds, asked: “How’d you two meet?”

She glanced at Tim, who was shaking his head so fast she thought it’d pop off, then turned back to his brothers and father. “We met at the coffee shop. He spilled coffee on me.”

She heard Tim’s head hit the table as he groaned.

Jason was cackling. “Awwww, Tim is in a coffeeshop AU!”

Dick grinned. “Next you’ll tell me he offered you free drinks for life or something.”

“Well, actually,--.”

She couldn’t even finish, Jason was laughing so hard.

Bruce seemed less amused. “I would hope that he did, and for the shirt. too.”

She smirked and looked at Tim, who seemed to sense what she was going to do before she did it. He sent her a short look, a ‘don’t you dare’, before she spoke: “Actually, he revoked my coffee privileges.”

The poor kid sighed and closed his eyes. His father was glaring daggers at him, so, after a few seconds of him struggling, he finally gave in. “Fine, I’ll pay for coffee again.”

She cheered and gave Jason a high five.

Dick rolled his eyes. “You’re children.”

“Like you’re so much better!” Complained Jason. “You’re only two years older than me!”

Marinette rolled her eyes and reached out to poke Tim’s face until he finally looked over at her.

“He lives!” She cheered softly and he shook his head and sat up some, a smile playing across his lips.

Bruce chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He’d been watching the four for a little while. They seemed like they’d get along...

“Tim, have you invited her yet?”

Tim went red.

“I’ll take that as a no. Do you want to do it or should I?”

The kid took a deep breath to steel himself, then gently poked her shoulder for her attention. The moment she looked at him, though, he froze and couldn’t seem to get any words out.

Marinette’s head tipped to the side. “Um...?”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “I’d like to, on behalf of my son, invite you to the Wayne Gala.”

To everyone’s surprise, the girl didn’t smile, or thank him, or really react positively at all.

Marinette released a quiet sound, like a balloon deflating, as she slumped into her seat and covered her face in her hands. Tim rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“What’s wrong?” Came Dick’s voice.

“Six!” She cried.

“You have something against musicals?” Said Jason.

She lowered her hands just enough to glare at him. “I have to make six outfits in four months.”

“You don’t have --,” began Tim.

“I have to! Make! Six outfits! In four months!”

~~~

When Marinette is done with the gala outfits will I show you what they look like?

I’ll do you one better. I’m showing them now because it took a longgggg time and I KNOW I will forget if I wait until then.

I tried to match their personalities with their posture and clothes. I kinda forgot Penny’s character though lol so now she’s kinda like Nathalie.

Also that took forever. If ya’ll want that again you gotta pay me. Christ.

~

Why is she making an outfit for Adrien if they aren’t friends?

They aren’t on bad terms, they just grew apart due to a difference in ideology. But, beyond that, she has her reasons. You’ll find out when Adrien comes by.

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[sunnydotflower]

Fem! Harry Potter AU Headcanon no.3!!!!!

Jason Todd and Fem! HP

So, RH is out investigating these new reps from a company that W.E. is considering partnering with (the Batfam is happy and healthy and I will ignore anything else). The rep, a ‘Dursley’, had brought his wife and son along and after a week of schmoozing, has taken them for a week to Disneyworld. Weirdly, they kept the apartment they rented in Gotham tho. Suspicious. So RH is tasked with seeing what’s going on at the apartment.

At first, everything seems normal. A few things left and while certainly sleazy, RH cannot find anything more incriminating than (maybe) Dursley skimming from his own company. Until he goes to pass through the living room and is confronted by a tiny baby Fem! HP who has been left behind to sleep on the sofa while Dursley takes his family to Disneyworld. RH kinda bluescreens. Fem! HP is no older than eight, looks younger and has only ben left with a frozen loaf of bread and six eggs to survive on for the week. 

She asks RH if he’s one of the bad people and there is this whole thing where she goes on how her Aunt and Uncle (!!!!!) say she is one of the bad kind. Obviously, RH is not comfortable leaving her alone and she does not want to leave. He ends up staying over night to keep an eye on her and when she finally falls asleep, he slips out of the house to change and pick up some groceries before returning. 

Essentially, Jason kinda burrows himself into the apartment and takes care of this tiny baby. Fem! HP calls him Jayjay, and he buys her clothes (maybe season appropriate???) and takes her to the park, the zoo etc. 

After a few days of this, the Batfamily notices that RH has not been seen on the streets and wonder what is going on. Batman (and maybe Nightwing as well???) track him down and get into the apartment. Except it’s not Jason who they run into, but Fem! HP who immediately sees a tall, dark moving shadow and starts screaming. Cue a lot of yelling and crying. After telling them off, Jason ends up calming down a crying Fem! HP who is wary but does not protest when these two new people join them for movie night. (Maybe she uses this to sneakily get Jason to order pizza for dinner.)

She falls asleep sprawled across Jason on the sofa and Bruce and Dick (Jason insisted they had to take the masks off at least) are just watching in shock/awe. It is as this point that Jason explains about her family. Bruce obvs immediately starts talking about lawyers and the foster system and Jason just shuts that down. He’s already decided. He’s gonna adopt her. 

With the Wayne name and money, it takes a couple days to arrest the Dursley’s and have the adoption sorted. Fem! HP still calls him Jayjay (they’re not quite there yet) and she adores him and vice versa. They are always at least holding hands if Jason is not carrying this precious smol baby. The Batfamily kinda lose their collective minds because - tiny baby - must protect - buy all the toys. Weirdly, her favourite uncle is Damian who is ‘Uncle Dami’ and she follows him around like a duckling when they visit the manor.

Somehow, no one quite predicted how much Bruce would do a one-eighty. Bye-bye Brucie, hello doting grandpa who likes to carry his grandbaby around on his hip in the pretty tutu skirts her Aunt Cass buys her (her favourite outfit to wear are the tutu skirts, the handknitted jumpers from Great-Grandpa Alfred, and her warmest pair of leggings). He cries a lot in the first few weeks. Claims its allergies. No one believes him.

After a few months, everyone is settled quite happily into their new routine. Jason only part-times as RH now (she always has a babysitter - usually Babs or Dick - when he’s out) and works at the Wayne Foundation during the day. Bruce (along with Tim) picks up Damian and Fem! HP three times a week after school to take them for ice cream. Sunday dinners at the manor are mandatory.

One particular Sunday, Fem! HP is playing outside alone when two strangers (Dumbledore and Snape) turn up out of nowhere. She is wary (stranger danger!!) and when Dumbledore says she has to go with him, Fem! HP just turns around and screams “DADDY”.

Its the first time she has called Jason that and he drops a plate from where he was helping clean up. The whole family runs outside in fight mode because she is still screaming. Jason just picks her up and refuses to let go. He takes her inside and lets Bruce deal with this (Bruce who is halfway to calling Kal-El because no one touches his grandbaby). Dumbledore tries to convince them to give Fem! HP back to her aunt and uncle who have ‘mysteriously’ been cleared of charges. Magic is revealed and the so-called protection. Snape inevitably puts his foot in it and they are both ousted.

Bruce eventually calls in John Constantine and the whole Girl-Who-Lived spiel comes out. But it does not matter, because Fem! HP has her dad, her grandpa, great-grandpa, and army of aunts and uncles who would unravel the universe for her and certainly do not raise a child only to tell them they have to die when it best suits the cause. Instead she is loved and supported and obvs when everything goes down at Hogwarts (each year) they bring the wrath of the Bats and the Wayne’s to make it as safe as possible (after second year Lucius Malfoy is thrown off the board of governors and Babs takes his spot - she enjoys putting them all in their place).

[alexiessan]

Never alone - Chapter Nineteen - Soulmate AU

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The morning light filtering through his bedroom’s window is what woke him up the next morning. Damian reluctantly opened his eyes, only to close them again when the light was too bright for him. He buried his face into Marinette’s neck, shielding himself from the sun.

While Damian Wayne was an early riser, he was too comfortable to get up. Pressed against his girlfriend, seeking her warmth, he thought that it would be nice to stay like this all day. He knew that Marinette wouldn’t mind, as she was a late riser and loved her sleep a bit more than the average person.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay the whole day in bed. At a moment or another, Alfred, his father, or one of his brothers would come knocking at his door and tell him to get moving, and he did not want them to see Marinette and him in the state they were in.

Todd, especially, would have a field day if he knew what happened last night, and the youngest Wayne wasn’t sure he wouldn’t try to hurt him if he said something.

Plus, it wasn’t any of their damn business what he did or did not do with his girlfriend.

He already had to go through the most embarrassing conversation with his three brothers after he started dating Marinette. Dick had told him to join him and the other two for some “bonding time” as he called it, and while he was reluctant at first, he conceded.

But it was a trap. For two hours, Dick and Tim showed him slideshow about sexual relations, consent, and everything. If it was not embarrassing enough, after they were done, Todd chose to tell him everything about men’s and women’s pleasure.

At the end of the conversation, they gave him a box of condoms, even though Marinette was in Paris, and he, in Gotham.

And when they arrived in Paris, Richard gave him a brand new one, because “it wouldn’t do to use expired ones”.

Needless to say, Damian never wanted to live something like this ever again.

He had to admit, though begrudgingly, that those conversations were important and did provide him all the information he needed.

Not that he would tell them that. Ever.

Damian looked at his alarm clock to see the red numbers indicated it was near seven-thirty in the morning.

Slowly, his hand pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and his lips dropped a kiss on her forehead. He then kissed her cheek, then her nose, her temple, behind her ear, and finally, her neck.

He felt her stir and he smiled against her skin.

“Five more minutes, please,” she grumbled as she pressed herself even closer to him, seeking his warmth.

“If we don’t get moving, someone is ought to come and get us, you know.”

“Then, let them.”

“I’m not sure you want anyone else to see you like that though.”

She opened her eyes, glaring at him.

“I hate when you’re right.”

He kissed the crown of her head and playfully shoved her.

She grumbled something he didn’t hear before getting up, uncaring of her nudity, picked some clothes, and made a beeline to the bathroom.

Damian got out of the bathroom, fully clothed and ready for the day, to see Marinette waiting for him, her left eye green like his own eyes.

“You’re not wearing your contact?”

She shrugged. “I ran out of them and didn’t notice. I’ll have to buy more when we’re out,” she paused, looking at him. “Is it ok, though?”

He took her hand, pulling slightly so she would get up from her seat on the bed.

“Of course, it is. If you don’t want them to wear them anymore, it’s fine too. We don’t have to hide anymore.”

“It’s a habit now. And you wear them too.”

“Like you said, habit. But Gotham is more dangerous than Paris, and my family is a prime target so it's safer not to give anyone anything to get at us.”

She kissed his cheek, her gaze as loving as ever, and what did he do in his life to have someone as innocent and genuine as Marinette as his soulmate?

In all the years since she became Ladybug, Marinette became less and less clumsy. Instead, dare she say, she became more graceful in her movement.

That’s why, when she was out in the city with Damian and his brothers and she fell, she was surprised. It hadn’t happened in a long time, and she was embarrassed.

She was even more embarrassed because she actually hurt herself when falling. Her wrist didn’t like having all her weight on it when she put her hand in front of herself to avoid a collision between her face and the concrete.

She was used to this kind of injury though, so she knew it wasn’t broken and knew exactly what to do for it to heal.

“Maybe we should take you to the hospital,” said Tim, looking at the bruise on her wrist.

“No offense to your country, but your healthcare is way too expensive. I had this kind of injury before, I just need to bandage it for a week or two and it will good as new.”

“Must be nice in France, to have almost free healthcare,” joked Jason.

“It’s pretty nice, yeah.”

Damian took her bruised wrist between his hands, examining it.

“We have bandages back home. Do you need to go back there now?”

She shook her head.

“No, I should be ok for the rest of the day. Plus, Gotham during the Christmas period is beautiful, I don’t want to miss him.”

She tugged at his hand, forcing him to follow her. She smiled at him to reassure him that she was fine.

And she was fine. Her wrist hurt a little, but it was bearable.

Then, she turned to Jason, resuming with their conversation before the incident. They were talking about his motorcycle, and she told him that she would like to own one, one day, as her grandmother had one and she loved riding it with her.

Damian watched as Marinette twirled in her dress. She had told him that she made it a year or so back, for fancy events just like this one, but never had the opportunity to wear it until today.

She was a bit disappointed that her outfit was spoiled by her bandaged wrist, but it didn’t do anything to extinguish her excitement for the night.

“It’s not that great, you know,” he said as he placed a hand on the small of her back and kissed her temple. “People are essentially here to talk business and get in the good grace of the family.”

His eyes lingered on her lips, her very red lips — and red was such a good look on her — and couldn’t resist to kiss them.

She giggled when he stepped back, her thumb tracing his lips.

“You got some lipstick on you now.”

He let her get it off and he could see that she was deeply thinking about something as her eyes lost focus.

“What are you thinking about,” he asked in a whisper.

“I was wondering how you managed all the people trying to befriend you just for your fame and your family. I’ve seen people trying to cozy up to Adrien, and he always took it so well. I don’t know if it’s kindness, or naivety, or something else, but I always wondered how he could just let people do that.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “It’s not kindness. Agreste is a doormat.”

He didn’t know the Agreste son that well, but something in him irked him, and he couldn’t bear being near him for too long.

Hell, he would rather spend time with Césaire than with Agreste, and it was saying something with how much he despised the journalist.

Marinette gave him the look. That look that spelled “Be nice” but he was used to it by now and knew there wasn’t any real heat behind it. He ignored it and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“To answer your question,” he continued, “I would just ignore their existence. You know how blunt and rude I can be, and it usually was enough to make them run away. If not, only one glare, and I never saw them again. My father didn’t like how I handled it, but then again, he didn’t like that people would try to use his son to get to him.”

He paused, looking at her sheepishly.

“There was this one time when I was in my angry teen period… That I may or may not have broken a guy’s hand when he didn’t get the message.”

The look that Marinette gave him would have made him smirk if it wasn’t for her next sentence.

“What, you’re telling me that you got out of the angry teen phase?”

She smirked at him and laughed when he playfully shoved her.

The room the gala was held in was like everything Marinette had imagined. She could almost believe that she was a princess in one of her favorite Disney movies. It was so beautiful and well decorated that she couldn’t help but gape at it for the entirety of the night.

She and Damian had mingled a little with the other guests. Some Damian knew, some he didn’t, and he could recognize the kind of people they were talking about just before.

They were not subtle at all, and it upset her on Damian’s behalf.

She got a few compliments about her dress and even got to give away her card to three persons who were interested in a commission.

Three people might not be a lot, but the French girl was still so happy, and she could see that her soulmate was happy for her too.

Dick and Jason both took her apart for a dance or two, and she had so much fun with them. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was what it felt like to have siblings.

Maybe it was a bit early to feel like this, but she considered the three oldest sons as her brothers.

Eventually, she managed to convince Damian to dance with her. A dance turned into two, then three, and the fourth was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she gasped in delight.

“Jagged!”

She hugged the rock star and then her assistant.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you both! What are you doing here?”

Jagged laughed loudly, so full of life as always.

“We’re invited every year. The question is, what are you doing here Marinette? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

She smiled at the singer.

“No, I haven’t,” she turned to Damian. “I’m here with Damian, my boyfriend. Damian, this is Jagged Stone.”

Damian extended his hand and Jagged shook it eagerly. He then extended it to Penny, who shook it firmly but gentler.

“You didn’t tell us you were dating someone!” Exclaimed Penny.

Marinette smiled sheepishly, embarrassed.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to bother you during your tour.”

“Come on, you never bother us! But, her, speaking of the tour, Penny will give you a call sometime during the month, I may be in need of your services.”

The designer beamed at that.

“Sure, you know when I’m available!”

They chatted a little after that, Jagged and Penny wanting to know more about Damian until eventually, the rock star and his assistant had to mingle with the other guests.

“Huh,” said Damian, “You never told me you knew The Jagged Stone.”

The Eurasian girl smirked at him, winking with her left eye — now blue thanks to the contact they managed to buy the other day.

“Oh, do I still manage to surprise you?”

He scoffed.

“I don’t think you can ever stop,” he said, bringing her closer to him.

Behind them, the guests started to count down from ten.

“I can say the same for you, you know.”

Her hands sliding behind his neck, she brought his face closer to hers, and right when the crowd yelled “one”, she kissed him.

She kissed him deeply, maybe more than what was appropriate in public, but then, as it was a tradition in America, a lot of people were kissing to greet the new year.

“Happy new year,” they whispered at the same time.

She laughed at their synchronization.

“Damn, I love you so much,” she whispered and kissed him once more.

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[teentitanimals]

im working on a BIG Batfamily project, and WOW have i realized how much harder this is gonna be than i first thought it was... for now, have an excerpt- or, rather, Selina Kyle’s information card of the project :) im pretty proud of this! information and story subject to change

Selina Kyle-Wayne

birth name: Selina Calabrese

Main Alias: Catwoman

Other Aliases: Catbird (in Gothtopia), The Cat, The Cat Burglar, Irena Dubrovna

Current Age: ~46 (When first CW; 21. When had HK; 36. Retires CW; ~55. At death; ~70.)

Birthdate: March 14th (Alternatively; March 31st)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Short

Eye Color: Green

Race/Ethnic/Skin Color: Half-Cuban; Possibly Italian, Scottish, and/or Latina descendant (White)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Female (She/her)

Height: ~5’11” (Tall)

Weight: ~146lbs (Sorta Heavy)

Build: Slender, Curvy

Biological Parents: Maria Kyle, Rex Calabrese

Step-Father: Brian Kyle

Alleged Father: Carmine Falcone

Biological Sister: Magdalene “Maggie” Kyle-Burton

Biological Half-Brother: Aiden Mason

Brother-in-Law: Simon Burton

Biological Cousins: Nick Calabrese, Antonia Calabrese

Alleged Siblings: Sofia Falcone, Alberto Falcone, Mario Falcone

Surrogative Sister: Holly Robinson

Ex-Lovers: Sam Bradley Jr., Eiko Hasigawa, Moreland McShane

Husband: Bruce Wayne

Parents-in-Law: Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne

Siblings-in-Law: Thomas Wayne Jr. (On Earth-3), Rochelle Wayne (in Elseworlds: Reign of Terror)

Surrogative Father-in-Law: Alfred Pennyworth

Surrogative Sister-in-Law: Julia Pennyworth

Cousins-in-Law: Kate Kane, Beth Kane, Bette Kane

Surrogate Daughter: Arizona

Biological Children: Helena Kyle, Helena Wayne (from Earth-2)*, “Aion” Wayne (In Batman in Bethlehem)

*(HC; Helena is legally her adopted daughter on Earth-1.)

Step-Children: Damian Wayne, Athanasia al Ghul, The Heretic (clone of DW), Tallant Wayne (clone of DW), Alina Wayne (maybe), Bruce Wayne Jr. (On Earth-3839), Dick Grayson, Lance Bruner, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cass Cain, Duke Thomas (maybe), Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Daughters-in-Law: Koriand’r, Dana Tan

Step-Grandchildren: Mar'i Grayson, Jake Grayson, John Grayson II (On Earth-2), Sasha Todd, Clark Wayne (On Earth-3839)

Step-Great-Granddaughters: Lois Wayne (On Earth-3839), Lara Wayne (On Earth-3839)

Catwoman Run: ~34 years

Succeeded By: Eiko Hasigawa, Holly Robinson, (First Name N/A) Black

Wikipedia. Batman Wiki. DC Database. DCAMU. Animated Series. Comic Vine.

(tw; self-harm, suicide, child abuse, illegal prostitution, drug addiction, sexual abuse, death)

Selina Calabrese was born to Rex Calabrese and Maria Calabrese with a sister two years older than her named Magdalene Calabrese. When Selina was very young, her mother escaped from Rex, also known as The Lion, leader of the Calabrese Crime Family, and became the husband to Brian Kyle, legally changing all their names to Maria Kyle, Maggie Kyle, and Selina Kyle. Maria had a son with him, Aiden Kyle. Their relationship was not healthy, with Maria being very suicidal and Brian being drunk and abusive. He would often yell at and harm Maria and her kids, and Maria, although she loved her kids, was distant, more often spending time with her cats. One day, Selina came home from school to find her mother dead in the tub, having cut her wrists until she bled out. A year later, Brian died from alcohol poisoning, and Selina called the police, packed her bags and ran away. Maggie and Aiden were taken to the orphanage, and Aiden, being fairly young, was almost immediately adopted by a family, where his name was changed to Aiden Mason. His contact with his half-sisters was cut off, although he would eventually seek them out as an older teen and young adult. Maggie was adopted after a few months, and was raised very religiously. She kept in contact with Selina best she could.

On the streets, Selina would steal food, clothing and other material from grocery stores. She was eventually caught and put in the orphanage. She acted out a lot, causing her to be sent to Juvenile Hall. When she turned age 13, she was sent back to the orphanage. There, she realized the place was embezzling money. To make sure she never told anyone, they put her in a bag and dropped her in a river. Selina managed to escape, and then stole documentary proof of their embezzlement to give to the police, some money for herself, and her own files in hopes of reuniting with her brother or sister. Instead, she found out that Brian was not her birth father, and that her father was an unknown mobster man. Selina continued living on the streets, stealing food and jewelry to meet her own, as the money she stole would not last forever. She would be taken in by an old thief gang leader named Mama Fortuna, who treated the kids under her care like slaves. Eventually, Selina would run away with a friend from the gang named Sylvia. They could not survive on their own and always had a shortage of money, and Sylvia took up prostitution to support them both, and grew to hate Selina for it. They parted ways.

When Selina was 17, she began illegally working as a prostitute under an abusive pimp named Stan. She stumbled upon a 13-year-old Holly Robinson who was being sexually abused by a cop. Selina beat the cop up, inspiring Holly who said that was the first time anybody had shown her she could fight back. The two became roommates. To pay for living expenses and food, Selina continued stealing, and Holly eventually became an illegal prostitute too when she was 16, despite Selina being against it. Her underage status resulted in Stan getting into a fight with a drifter, who, unbeknownst to them, was Bruce Wayne in disguise. A few weeks later, Holly would wake Selina up to show her Batman, still new and fresh, beating up corrupt police officer and former Commissioner Branden. Selina, inspired by how someone can don a costume and have everyone either be happy or terrified to see him that she can do the same too, would confront and fight Stan about his abuse, officially having her and Holly quit prostitution. She spent money to buy an expensive costume- her first Catwoman costume. She robbed a local store, and one of the security guards called her “Catwoman”, which she liked and chose to be her name. Stan, wanting revenge on Selina and Holly for quitting, kidnaps Maggie. After a few days, Selina locates him, saves her sister, and beats him to death in a rage as Catwoman. Selina informs Maggie of her new persona, who disagrees heavily, especially seeing as she killed a man, but promises to keep quiet.

The police investigate Selina and Holly, and one police officer sexually harasses Holly. Enraged, Selina went out as Catwoman with intent to kill him, but Batman intervened and made her see how her anger blinded her. Terrified she was a danger to Holly, she sent Holly to live in a convent with Maggie, who was a nun (although she would later give up her nunage to marry her husband, Simon Burton). Catwoman would begin her crime life properly, crossing paths with the likes of the Joker, the Riddler, Poison Ivy, and others, and flirting with Batman, of course. While Selina continued on to be a thief as Catwoman for the next few years, Holly felt she did not fit in the convent, and eventually found herself back on the streets. She got addicted to drugs and went back into prostitution.

While Holly was away, Selina temporarily got a new roommate, a young blonde girl nicknamed Arizona who reminded Selina a lot of Holly. She took her under her wing, and Arizona acted like her sidekick for a while, before she eventually found her own feeting and started a life on her own. She still kept close contact with Selina, though.

After five years, a gang leader named Bone killed a close friend of Selina’s named Lola MacIntire, who knew Selina was Catwoman and let her crash at her place after her apartment was destroyed. Bone wanted revenge after Catwoman had stolen from him. This devastated Selina, who viewed it as completely her fault. At Lola’s funeral, Selina encountered her old friend, Gwen Altamont, and the two began working together. Catwoman stole cars for Gwen, and encountered a metahuman thief named Spark while on the job. Catwoman convinces Gwen to let her work with Spark, and the two plan to rob Penguin of the fifth dagger they need to complete a set of valuable knives. Catwoman stakes out at the restaurant Penguin likes to eat at a day before he would be there, which Spark questions why they are doing so a day before. Catwoman notices a young hooker getting tranquilized and dragged into a van. Catwoman leaps into action, Spark soon following. They save the girl, and, after questioning local prostitutes, find out there have been multiple kidnappings and murders like this. Catwoman investigates and plans to defeat the kidnappers. After failing to stop a kidnapper in the act, Catwoman contacts Detective Carlos Alvarez, a detective who has been chasing her tail but that she knows is a genuinely good cop, for help. They track the kidnapper, Matilda Mathis aka Dollhouse, the daughter of Dollmaker, to a mansion. Catwoman fights Dollhouse, but Batman interrupts their fight, allowing both to escape. Catwoman questions her ability to be a vigilante, knowing she’s a better thief.

After those series of murders to other prostitutes, Holly quits being a prostitute and heads to her and Selina’s old apartment. She is pleasantly surprised to find Selina lived there after the destruction of her other apartment, and the two reunited. Holly began working as a spy of sorts for Catwoman, gathering information of what was happening on the streets of East End. Although she eventually stopped taking drugs after living with Selina for a few months, she felt concerned that she was still looking at the world through the eyes of a junkie to gather intel. During this time period, the Scarecrow releases a gas that makes everyone believe they are in a utopia- Gothtopia. There, Selina believed she was Catbird, partner to Batman. Where Batman could see glimpses of reality, Catbird just thought him delusional. While people who could see through the illusion questioned their sanity and committed suicide, Catbird began investigating a criminal named Steeljacket, who was also convinced their reality was an illusion. Steeljacket explained that the suit he was wearing kept him alive and he needed her thievery skills to get him the money to repair it. Catbird helped him, and the familiar adrenaline rush of a robbery made her remember her real identity of Catwoman. After Batman freed the city from Scarecrow’s toxin, Catwoman reminded him of how they shared both a partnership and a true romantic relationship in Gothtopia. Batman denied the extent of his romantic feelings, even though the toxin showed them both what they wanted to see.

A few years later, Black Mask, who held a vendetta against Catwoman, kidnapped her sister Maggie and Simon, killed Simon, and then forced Maggie to eat her husband’s eyes, driving her insane. Black Mask also kidnapped and beat Holly with the help of an old childhood friend of Catwoman, Sylvia. Catwoman kills Black Mask, Holly kills Sylvia, and they save Maggie, who is put in a psychiatric institute. Holly isolated herself and nearly fell back onto old habits. Selina decided Holly needed time to heal outside of Gotham City and needed proper training, so she sent Holly to a rural safehouse where she trained in hand-to-hand combat with Ted Grant. Selina and Slam Bradley, a detective friend of Selina’s, located Holly’s long lost brother Davey, and the two reunited.

Eventually, Black Mask was revived by a Black Lantern, and immediately sought out Maggie, threatening to kill her and anyone else Catwoman cared about. Catwoman, with the help of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, defeated Black Mask again. Maggie escaped, and no longer wanted anything to do with Selina, blaming her for her insane condition and Simon’s death, and believing Selina was possessed by a cat demon. Maggie sought out Sister Agatha to exorcise her sister, but when Maggie saw Agatha’s cat, she snapped and killed Agatha’s cat and then Agatha because she believed Agatha was in league with Selina’s cat demon. Maggie then searched through Agatha’s relics and tools, stumbling upon a supernatural substance in a container that warped Maggie’s sense of reality further. To Maggie, an angel was released and claimed it would help her destroy Selina’s cat demon. Maggie finds Selina and Harley Quinn and attacks them with heightened abilities. Harley refers to Maggie as “Sister Zero”, and then becomes possessed by the “angel”’s influence. Catwoman manages to get through to Harley, confusing her enough to escape Maggie’s control. Selina forces Maggie to escape, who starts to formulate a new plan to save her sister’s soul. The angel told her to team up with Azrael and Crusader during Gotham’s Judgement Day, which she does. Maggie believes she is her sister’s test of faith, which means either Selina will get cleansed of her cat demon, or Maggie will die. But in the end, when Maggie has a chance to end Selina’s life, she can’t bring herself to do it. Maggie ends up back in a psychiatric institute and starts to slowly heal, although sometimes Sister Zero breaks out.

Holly begins a relationship with a girl named Karon, who she moves into the apartment of. She also becomes the supervisor of a group of street kids known as the Alleytown Gang, training them to act like the spies and informants of Catwoman’s network. Unbeknownst to Holly, Selina had grown tired of seeing her role as Catwoman ruin her life over and over. Selina burned her suit, but would be forced to don it again after a woman named Roulette contacted her about a competition between thieves that threatened the lives of children. Catwoman got a new suit and raced to save the lives of the children. After competing in several rounds, she realized that there never were any real children in danger. Roulette had actually been hired by a man named Hunt Stone who wanted any evidence that connected his ancestors to a famous murder stolen and erased. Selina began sabotaging every aspect of her strictly regimented and planned out days, until Roulette was forced to declare her the winner of the Race of Thieves to make her stop. During this time where Selina went missing, Holly acted as Catwoman to keep other criminals at bay.

With Catwoman I back in action, Oracle asks Catwoman, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn to keep an eye on Vicki Vale, who has evidence on the members of the Batfamily that need to be destroyed. Selina notices an artifact in Vicki’s possession that she had once stolen. It reminds her of the days when Batman used to chase her, and she reminisces on them. Her flashback is interrupted as Harley breaks into the room they were monitoring, wanting to get her hyenas back because they had stolen them from her. Vicki bolts out of the room, and they lose her trail, but Selina managed to get her phone number. She planted a fake call to lead Vicki out of her apartment, allowing Selina to break in and take pictures of her Batwall, which Batman and Oracle needed. Selina reminisces about her crime life.

When a mysterious malefactor came to Gotham with a yearlong plan to ruin Batman’s life, Catwoman began investigating into the turf war between the Penguin and newly returned mobster Carmine Falcone. She was captured by Falcone for causing him grief years ago and he nearly killed her, but Professor Pyg attacked Falcone, having a vendetta against him. Catwoman plans to kill Falcone, who she suspects might be her biological father, but before she can, Batman intervenes. She leaves Falcone and his mob to Batman, but sometime later while trying and failing to stop a deal to sell a baby snow leopard for its fur, a young girl locates Selina. She tells Selina that her father wanted her to attend a meeting in Blackgate Penitentiary. Her real father was Rex Calabrese, the crime boss from whom Falcone had taken power. Selina declined the request at first, but a street kid named Jade came to find her next, informing her the girl before her was killed by gang violence. Selina asked Rex for his guidance in becoming a mob boss herself to keep the mobsters in check from killing any other kids. The leadership of the Calabrese Family and the ownership of the Egyptian Nightclub were passed onto her as the legal heir. Catwoman, wanting to make sure Batman knew she was still on the side of good despite becoming the head of a crime family, told Batman everything she knew about the group of Arkham escapees still on the loose. After she got invited to a secret weapons sale that were actually weapons stolen from Batman’s own supply, Catwoman began to research high bounties in Gotham, and was tipped onto Stephanie Brown. Catwoman kidnapped her without realizing she was the current Batgirl. She was rescued by Batman and the situation was resolved. Soon Batman got captured by Lincoln March, and rioting broke out across the city. Selina forced her people to help prevent the riots while also secretly making strategic thefts to further her causes. During this time, Selina gave up her Catwoman mantle to Eiko Hasigawa, a heir to the rival Hasigawa crime family, and a love interest of Selina’s.

Eiko’s time as Catwoman was short-lived, though, as Eiko and Selina merged the Hasigawa and Calabrese families, leaving Eiko as their leader while Selina went back to her normal life… Sort of. She realized she was pregnant from a one-night stand with Sam Bradley Jr., and Holly Robinson took on the mantle of Catwoman at Selina’s request. Selina made up a fake identity, Irena Dubrovna, to peacefully give birth to her daughter, legally known as Helena Dubrovna. Sam Jr. had died by the time Selina realized she was pregnant, but his father, Slam Bradley, wanted to provide for his new granddaughter. Selina could not resist the thrill of Catwoman, and donned the suit alongside Holly a few times. Unfortunately, Film Freak and Angle Man had deduced where Selina lived after catching the two Catwomen on film, and kidnapped Helena. Selina easily rescued her daughter, and then had Zatanna Zatarra mindwipe the two villains of Selina’s identities. With Batman’s help, she faked “Irena” and Helena’s deaths, putting Helena up for adoption. She asked Zatanna to wipe her mind of knowledge about Helena so she wouldn’t put her in danger again, but Zatanna refused.

After returning to her solo role as Catwoman for nearly a year, Selina allowed herself to be arrested and sent to death row at Arkham Asylum for the murders of over two hundred terrorists. It was her friend, Holly, who had really committed the crime, but she trusted Batman would prove her innocence, therefore saving her and Holly’s lives. Nearly a year later, Helena Wayne, biological daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, from Earth Never-Two passes into Earth Never-One and gets trapped. Helena meets this world’s Selina Kyle. The two become close, with Helena still mourning the death of her mother in her universe and Selina missing her daughter. Selina was worried that being too close to her alternate universe daughter might lead her to the same fate as her Helena Kyle, but this Helena was an experienced adult who had lived through an Apokoliptian war. She was a capable vigilante who could hold her own perhaps even better than Selina herself, and Selina felt her concerns fade away. After another year passes, Selina asks if she can adopt Helena Wayne, despite Helena being 21-years-old. Helena, surprised, agrees. Almost a year after that, Bruce proposes to Selina and she accepts, becoming his wife.

Selina Kyle is, in general, highly flirtatious, seductive, and willing to use her looks and her charms to get what she wants- in fact she’s even proud of it. She’s also, much like her namesake, graceful, sly and light-footed, known as one of the greatest thieves out there. Despite her past of being an abused victim, she stands with her head high since she first donned the Catwoman suit (it can be quite enconfidating, that anonymity). She was never one to sit back and let herself or others get abused, and she sympathizes heavily with abused children, young women and sex workers especially. While her career as Catwoman started out to support herself and her friends, it eventually became an addictive adrenaline rush she couldn’t give up. Even though she’s ‘reformed’, she still has sticky fingers and loves the thrill of getting away with small robberies, especially when her husband is the Batman. She enjoys getting under his skin. She isn’t too big on black and white morality, instead choosing to do whatever is necessary for the situation. She’s not ‘above’ killing, but she’s no homicidal murderer, and it’s never her first option, although attacking her loved ones is a sure way to push her closer to the edge. Although admittedly in her earlier days, the empowerment of being Catwoman got to her head, and she let rage cloud her judgement, leading to her being more willing to brutally harm and kill. She’s very willing to take risks, enjoying the danger even, and she’s incredibly stubborn and persistent. She never had much of a villainous ego, nor does she have a superhero complex. She walks the line between the both with confidence, never worrying about being in the gray. Sometimes it ticks her off when Bruce and others think she should commit completely to one or the other, when she’s perfectly fine where she is.

Reblogs appreciated! Stay tuned for the finished project, which is this... but for every Batfam member ever

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Okay since the universe decided that my Selina sketch was too good to exist and maliciously destroyed it (I’m dramatic, can you tell?) Have a Selina headcanon instead.

Selina Kyle has been buying the Robins Christmas presents every year since she met the dynamic duo. Mainly because she thinks kids should get cool stuff for Christmas and she’s 90% sure that Bruce is too much of a square to by kids cool stuff. Also to make sure Bruce can’t take any of her gifts away from the kids without a really good reason, she always buys the gifts with money she earned legally.

She bought Dick mostly fun stuff like model cars and planes, a collection of books about Robin Hood, posters for cool bands. As he got older she started buying him more practical things (with the occasional joke gift thrown in for good measure).

Jason got anything his little heart desired. Mostly things she figured he’d think were cool, along with the occasional warm sweater or scarf (often printed with cats because she thought it was funny). She once bought him a box full of nothing but candy. Bruce wasn’t impressed. (Sad incoming) When he died, she’d already picked out a nice cherry red model car for him for Christmas that year. After he came back she found out where he was staying and sent it to him... He’ll never admit he cried a little (He keeps it on a shelf above his bed).

With Tim at first she couldn’t figure him out, but she was quick to catch on to the fact that with Bruce being more depressed than ever, the kid definitely wasn’t going to get much from him. Eventually though she started buying him gag gifts which, go figure, he loved! She bought him a magnifying glass one year and he practically hugged her the next time he saw her. The year after Tim became Red Robin and brought Bruce back from being lost in time, she bought him a pair of kitten heeled shoes as a joke about his height. She figured he’d store them away somewhere after having a chuckle about her sense of humor and she’d never see them again. Lo and behold around three months later she attended a Wayne foundation charity thing met Tim Drake-Wayne and happened to look down. He was wearing the heels. He wears them a lot actually and nobody but Selena and Steph have noticed... Not even the press.

Damian was extremely put off the first time she sent him a gift (it was a long sleeved, practical black shirt... with a cat on it). She didn’t give up though and eventually he actually ends up getting really excited about finding out what Selina got for him this year. He likes to try guessing, he’s always wrong but tries to pretend like he knew. Selina knows better.

She gets stuff for the girls too! Anything she thinks they’ll like. For a while her gifts to Barbara were rather antagonistic, gag gifts, but eventually she started buying nicer things. Mostly practical things and nice clothes. One year though she bought her a pair of headphones with cat ears on them. Babs still has them.

She buys Cass clothes and stuffed toys and candy (which again makes Bruce roll his eyes). Cass loves it all, but especially the little black cat teddy that Selina got her one year. It holds a place of honor in her room.

Selina knows Stephanie the best out of all of the kids and often winds up getting her a lot of stuff that seems even more tailored to her. Lots of eggplant stuff and lots of t-shirts with appropriate sayings on them (including one that says ‘I punched Batman in the face and all I got was this lousy t-shirt’, which Steph wears around the manor as often as possible... Bruce does a lot of eye-rolling).

Long story short: Selina is the best gift giver and all the kids love getting gifts from her.

Bonus! She buys Alfred books and kitchen wear. She bought him an apron once that says: ‘Appreciate the Cook!’ He doesn’t wear it... often.

[carbonjen]

Prostitute AU - Dick's been working as a prostitute to make money to take care of his two younger brothers (Damian and Tim) and also working a part-time job. Life is rough but he needs the fund so he's willing to sacrifice himself for his brothers even though he hates the job. After having a bad night with some rough clients, he runs into rich boy Jason Todd who happens to take care of him and help him out and yeah they fall in love or something like that

This is one of those fics that turned out long and could easily have been so much longer. It also ended up way cuter than I thought it would be. 

I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You

Rating PG13 barely an R- for prostitution and first few paragraphs are R but the rest is PG13

It was cold out tonight, but Dick had long gotten used to the rough winds on Gotham’s streets. Of all the things that had chilled him to the core in the last few years, the outside temperature seemed warm in comparison. Dick pulled his jacket on over his tank top and shirts. The tank top was ripped and Dick had bruises and a few cuts on his face from a particularly rough client. The guy had just wanted to push Dick around while he got himself off. It was nice, because it meant Dick didn’t have to do anything with him, but it still sucked because now Dick would need to explain the bruises at work tomorrow morning and he’d have to cover them for his street job tomorrow night. 

Dick was known for being one of the prettiest ones that worked this street. The ladies on the street would have hated him if he was one of them-well, hated him more. They raised amused eyebrows at him as he walked past, arms tucked into his sides as he made his way back to his crappy apartment. 

“Rough night?” One of the women asked him as he walked by. 

Dick brushed off the comment. It had been a rough night, but at least now he had money for some groceries. Tim and Damien were starting to look even thinner now that winter was here. During the late spring and through the fall, they made things work by making friends at the farmers market and stealing pumpkins off porches. 

Not quite ready to go home yet, Dick stopped into one of his favorite bars. The Haven was far from what the name described, but Dick was friends with the owner who would let him sit inside and have one or two sodas for free a couple times a week as long as Dick didn’t bother anyone. 

Dick slipped onto one of the barstools, shedding his jacket and revealing a few more fresh bruises on his arms from when he’d been manhandled and shoved into the hotel room dresser. 

“Rough night?” The bartender, Donna, asked him. 

“Yeah,” Dick said. 

“Want an actual drink tonight?” Donna asked. She was one of the more friendly bartenders that had actually bothered to get to know Dick. She’d managed to work a gig where if they were having a busy night, they’d bring Dick in behind the bar to help work it for tips. 

“Nah,” Dick said as he rubbed the side of his face. “I’ll just take a tonic and lime.”

“Alright,” Donna said. “Want some ice too?” The for your face was left unsaid. 

Dick bit back his pride as he looked down at the dull bar top. “Yeah.” 

“Okay,” Donna said. “I’ll be right back.” 

Dick put his head in his hands as he waited for her, so he didn’t notice the person sliding into the bar next to him. 

“Bad day?”

Dick wanted to laugh. Bad day? More like bad week or bad year if he was being honest. But he wasn’t. He looked over at the guy next to him and was momentarily stunned by how handsome he was. This wasn’t the kind of guy that frequented the Haven, this was the type of guy who had suits that could have paid Dick’s rent. Whether the guy tried or not, he oozed wealth. There was something familiar about him. 

“Yeah,” Dick said. “But there’s always a chance someone like you could make it better.”

The guy laughed. “Oh really? And how might I do that?” 

Dick looked him over, to the guy, it would look sultry, but Dick was cataloguing him. His clothes were too nice for him to be a cop, the shoes especially weren’t made for running after someone. He looked decently muscular, like he could be a boxer. He wasn’t a fighter though, his face revealed he’d never had a broken nose and it looked smooth enough, lacking any real scars. Dick had never had this guy as a client before, but there was a nagging feeling that he knew this guy. 

“You could let me give you a good time,” Dick said. 

The guy looked amused. Most of Dick’s clients at least pretended to be ashamed. “At what cost?” 

“For how long?” Dick replied. 

“The whole night,” the guy replied. 

The guy was rich and Dick was attractive enough that he should be able to up the price for a night. “One thousand,” Dick replied as Donna brought his drink and ice to the bar. Dick pressed it up to his cheek. 

“If you drop the flirty act and go back to being the person that stepped into this bar, then it’s a deal.”

Dick looked at the guy again, unsure of what this guy wanted. Most people liked the act Dick put on because it made them feel like Dick wanted them, but if this guy wanted the real Dick, he could do his best. 

“Fine,” Dick said as he brought the ice up to his cheek and winced. “Money up front and I have to use your phone.“

“Okay,” Jason said. He took his wallet out, setting it down on the bar and then took his watch off, setting it on top of the wallet and sliding them both towards Dick. “Since I don’t carry 1,000 bucks with me, take my wallet as personal collateral, and my watch as financial collateral.”

Dick took the wallet and the Rolex. This alone was worth far more that the grand he’d asked for. He admonished himself for not asking for more money for the night. Dick opened his wallet and he almost dropped it when he read the name on the driver’s license and everything clicked together. 

“Is this a joke?” Dick asked as he looked up at Jason Todd, son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. 

“It’s not,” Jason said. “Which is why I gave you my watch and wallet.”

“For all I know you could be framing me for something,” Dick said. 

People at the bar were starting to look and Jason leaned in close, staring into Dick’s eyes. They were a beautiful shade of blue green that reminded Dick of swirling tropical oceans he’d seen in travel magazines. 

“I promise I’m not messing with you,” Jason said. “Please, just come with me to my car and I’ll explain everything.”

“Pull it up out front,” Dick told him and Jason nodded, leaving Dick with his watch and wallet at the bar. 

“Is he buying you for the night?” Donna asked as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

“Yeah,” Dick replied. “He’s giving me a grand for the night.”

“For someone like you, he should be paying five,” Donna said as she pulled back when Jason stepped into the bar again. 

Dick got up and followed him outside, wanting to roll his eyes when he saw the shining black sports car pulled up to the curb. Jason held the door open for Dick who slid into the seat and tried not to have a panic attack. 

“What’s your name?” Jason asked him. 

“Dick,” he said. “Dick Grayson.”

“Nice to meet you Dick, I’m Jason Todd.”

“I know.” 

“Okay,” Jason said as he started the car so the heat would start running. “I’m not going to lie, you’re pretty, but when you walked into the bar, you looked so dejected, I just couldn’t stay there and let you be miserable. I’m not here to have sex with you. I’m here to give you food, and some cash so maybe you don’t have to pick up clients that do that to your face.”

Dick was quiet for a few moments as he looked at his lap and let the words process. “Can I borrow your phone?” 

“Yeah,” Jason handed over one of the new Wayne tech phones and Dick had to hand it back so Jason could pull up the dial screen. Dick had to hide the shame in his cheeks from not knowing how to use the technology. 

Jason started driving as Dick dialed the number, going towards the nicer part of Gotham. 

Tim picked up on the third ring. “Where are you?” 

“I have a client for the night,” Dick said. He heard a noise on the other side of the line. “Was that Damian?”

“Maybe?” Tim replied and Dick sighed. 

“Tim, I told you that he needs to go to bed around 8, he’s just a kid, come on.”

“You try getting the little monster to go to bed on time!”

“Tim, get him to bed. Make sure he brushes his teeth and takes a bath, then make sure you brush your teeth. If I’m not back in time tomorrow morning, it’s up to you to get him ready for school and to make both your lunches and I swear to god if you try to skip because I’m not home to make you get on that bus, you’ll be grounded.”

“From what?” Tim asked. “We don’t have internet, we don’t have cable, and I don’t have friends.”

“I don’t know,” Dick replied. He could feel Jason’s eyes burning into him. “Just be good.”

“Okay,” Tim replied. “Is this an important client, it sounds like an important client.”

“Very important,” Dick replied. “I love you, and tell Damian I love him. Do your homework too.”

“I will. I love you too.”

Dick hung up and handed the phone back to Jason. By now they were in the nicer part of Gotham, high rises shining above them and streetlights bright. 

“Were those your kids?” Jason asked. 

“They’re my brothers,” Dick replied. 

“How old are they?”

“12 and 5,” Dick said. 

“Are you uh, the main one in charge of them?”

“Yeah,” Dick admitted, looking anywhere but at Jason. 

“Is that why you do this?”

Dick closed his eyes as they pulled into a parking garage. It was awhile before he replied but eventually he nodded. “Yeah, I just… I had no other choice.” 

Jason pulled into a parking spot and he opened the door for Dick again. 

“Is it okay if I hug you?”

“I’m yours for the night,” Dick said, voice bitter. “You can do whatever you want.” 

“Let me rephrase then,” Jason said. “You seem like you need a hug. Do you want a hug.”

“If it’ll make you feel better,” Dick said with a shrug.

“Will it make you feel better?” Jason asked.

Dick looked down. “I don’t know.”

Jason stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Dick, moving like Dick was an animal that might startle if he moved too fast. Jason was warm and he held Dick tightly, like Dick was something worth protecting. Dick didn’t know what to do about that. He eventually lifted his arms and wrapped them around the other male, returning the hug. 

Jason pulled away and he looked at Dick for a few long moments. There was something unreadable in his eyes and Dick wanted it to be pity, but it was more like sympathy. There was some level of understanding in the way Jason looked at Dick. 

“Come on,” Jason said as he brought them to the elevators, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

It turned out Jason lived in the penthouse that took up the entire top floor of the building. Dick had hovered in the door of Jason’s place, looking at the wide open space, nice furniture, bookshelves, and the amazing view. Gotham sparkled like a diamond from this high up. Dick stared out the windows and it was hard to imagine that somewhere down below was Dick’s tiny, cold apartment. 

Jason came over and he handed Dick a soft set of pajamas. “Let me show you the bathroom,” he said. “You can shower while I make you dinner.”

“You don’t really have to do this,” Dick said. 

“I want to,” Jason said. “Even more now that I know about your brothers.”

Dick looked down at the pajamas and exhaled. “Thank you for this. It really does mean a lot. The money you’re giving me will go towards food and the rent at our place. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You can thank me by taking a shower and then relaxing tonight,” Jason said. 

Jason didn’t try anything. He made Dick a nice dinner and then set Dick up in one of the guest rooms to sleep. The bed was one of the softest things Dick had felt in his entire life and it made Dick wonder if Jason had a bed that was even better in his room. 

Dick woke up the next morning and Jason paid him double what Dick had asked and then handed Dick a bag of clothing with the tags still on. Dick didn’t know what to do with it, babbling out a thank you as Jason dropped him off and got his number so he could call Dick again. 

Dick budgeted the money carefully after work the next day, putting some of it aside for his rent and figuring out how much more he could add to their grocery money. He wasn’t going to waste it on something they couldn’t afford, he’d just use it to add onto what they already had. 

Dick met up with Jason a few more times and one night, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Jason paused it. 

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked. 

Dick shrugged from under the blanket he was wrapped in. “I just feel weird,” he admitted. “I’m here with you and Tim and Dami are at the apartment alone and I feel guilty because I’m getting paid to just sit here in luxury but they’re probably cold and hungry.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Jason asked him. 

Dick shrugged. “Probably working.”

“Bring them here,” Jason said. “And Dick, I…I want you to stop working nights. I’ll give you everything you need so you don’t have to do it anymore.”

“You want to be my only client?”

“I don’t think I was ever your client,” Jason said. “I’d rather you be here where you’re safe instead of on the street where people can hurt you and where you can be arrested for trying to take care of Tim and Damian.”

Dick nodded, trying to hide back tears as he felt them stinging his eyes. 

“Hey,” Jason asked as he leaned in close, wiping at Dick’s face with a tissue. “What’s wrong?” 

Dick shook his head. “It’s stupid,” he said. 

“I doubt it’s stupid,” Jason responded, voice smooth. “Dick you can tell me.”

Dick sniffled, “No one has ever done anything like this for me,” Dick replied. “For us. It’s always been me and those kids versus the world.”

Jason wiped at Dick’s cheeks with the tissue and then cupped them. “Dick,” he said as he looked into Dick’s eyes. “I care about you,” he wiped at one of Dick’s tears with his thumb. “I don’t want you to think of me as a client, I don’t want you to think of any of this as pity cash, but I want you to think of me as a friend, doing this because I care about you, and I care about those kids, okay?”

Dick looked back at him, eyes watery as Jason cradled his face. “Can I hug you?” Dick asked.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jason replied. 

Dick climbed into his arms, letting Jason hold him until Dick fell asleep. 

Tim and Damian loved Jason. It became a thing for them to go over to his house several times a week, sometimes for sleepovers. 

“Is Jason your boyfriend?” Tim asked him when they got back from Jason’s place one night. They were able to afford heat now, and Dick had been able to buy them a few blankets and new jackets.

“It’s complicated,” Dick said. “Just know that we’re very lucky to have someone like Jason in our lives and we always need to say thank you and be appreciative of all the things he’s doing for us.”

“Okay,” Tim said as he went off to get ready for bed. 

“Dick?” Damian asked as he woke up from where he was dozing on Dick’s shoulder. 

“Yeah?” Dick asked him.

“I don’t want Mr. Jason to leave ever.”

Dick bit his lip. “Neither do I, Dami, neither do I.”

Dick hated thinking it, but after the life he lived, he had the nagging feeling that none of this would last. The same way the foster parent that had taken in the three of them had suddenly passed, leaving them alone, homeless, and scared. Dick was afraid the perfection of what they had would shatter. 

Dick was at Jason’s place and it was just the two of them when Jason placed his hands on the counter and sighed. Dick knew in that moment that this was ending. Jason was calling it all off and Dick would go back to living a life of poverty and long nights. 

“Dick, we need to talk,” Jason said. 

Dick sat down at the kitchen table, afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand when Jason was done talking with him. “Okay,” Dick said carefully, eyes wide. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Dick’s face fell and his heart broke. He’d been expecting it, but the pain of it actually happening hurt more than he could have ever wanted it to. 

Jason sat down at the table across from him, he set a large, thick envelope down between them. “Not like that,” Jason reassured. “Oh god, I’m not cutting you off, please know that I’m not doing that.”

Dick looked up at him, the wound still aching in his chest, cautious, “Then what?” he asked, voice wavering even though he’d tried to sound tough. 

“I have to be honest with you,” Jason said. “In these past few months, I have gotten to know you, and Tim, and Damian, and it’s probably been one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I meant to do it because you needed it and because I could provide for you. I care about you and I’ll understand that if after this you want to transition to a less personal agreement and move on, but I can’t hold it in any longer.

“I love you.” Jason said. 

Dick stared at him for a long moment, unsure of how to respond to what Jason had just told him. 

“What?” Dick asked. “I don’t…what?”

“I love how much you care and how much you’re willing to sacrifice for Tim and Damian. I love how hard you work to make sure they’re happy. I love the way you look when I make you smile. I want to do everything I can to make you happy because seeing you happy makes me feel happy. Seeing you smile and the way you look when you know you’re doing the right thing for those kids is one of the most moving things I’ve seen in my life. I love how smart you are even though you don’t let it on. 

“And I know it’s superficial, but you are also one of the most beautiful people I’ve seen in my life, whether it’s when you’ve just woken up or you’re cuddling Damian, even when you’re exhausted, you’re beautiful. I can’t keep it in anymore, I love you, so much. So much more than I have ever loved anything in my life.”

Dick stared at him. 

“If the feelings aren’t reciprocated, it’s fine with me,” Jason pushed the envelope across the table. “Here’s a contract with Wayne Enterprises. They’ll send you to school and pay to house you and the kids. After you graduate, they’ll give you a job at the company that pays well enough so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Dick got up from where he was sitting, cupped Jason’s face in his hands, and kissed him. 

Dick had wanted to do it since the night he’d fallen asleep in Jason’s arms, warm and safe. He’d wanted to do it since he saw the way Jason cared for Tim and Damian when he didn’t have to. He’d wanted to do it since the night he looked at Jason’s face while they were laughing over something Jason burned in the kitchen and he realized just how beautiful Jason was. 

Dick kissed him, climbing into his lap and exploring his mouth, Jason reciprocating with a passion that said Jason had been waiting a long time to do this too. Dick didn’t know how long they kissed, but when he pulled away he had a huge grin on his face as he said:

“I love you too.”

“Tim come on, you’ll be late,” Dick said, unsure what to do with his hands. He was so used to doing so many things in the morning, packing lunches, cleaning up laundry, making breakfast, but things were calm. Minus Tim taking forever to get ready. 

“Fine fine, I’m coming,” Tim said, tie loose around his neck. “I just don’t understand why we have to wear these stupid uniforms.”

“Because the man says so,” Jason said as he handed Tim a to go container with scrambled eggs and toast in it. 

“You work for the man,” Tim replied. “Make him change the uniforms.”

Jason laughed. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said. “Alfred is waiting downstairs, don’t keep him long.”

Tim and Damian were out the door and Dick leaned against Jason. Bruce had taken a liking to Dick and the kids when Jason had brought them to the manor on one Sunday by surprise. It hadn’t taken long for Bruce to set Tim and Damian up at Gotham academy along with getting Dick into Gotham U. 

Jason kissed at Dick’s neck and Dick sighed. “No sex this morning,” he said. “I’ve got a test to study for.”

“Hmm,” Jason said. “Maybe we can celebrate you taking the test later tonight? Bruce is having the kids over for a boy’s night.”

“Only if you make me dinner.”

“Of course,” Jason said. “I’ll be dessert.”

Dick turned around in Jason’s arms so they were face to face. “You are my favorite dessert,” he said, kissing Jason. “Okay. Study time.”

Jason held onto Dick for an extra second, looking into his eyes and grinning. “I love you,” he said. “So much.”

“I love you too,” Dick replied, wrapping his arms tightly around Jason. He never wanted to let go.