#dick is in love

[totally-no-one-like-me]

The Only One For Me

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@maribatserver

@ao3feed-maribat

It has been two years since he met Marinette. A funny, sweet, clumsy, adorable- God! He could make an endless list. It has been one year and eight months since he fell for Marinette. She just had this charm that seemed to draw people around her. He is a victim of her lovely personality and charisma. It has been one year since he and Marinette started dating.

A smile came to his lips as he remembered the day she confessed her feelings to him. To him of all people. He had been so shocked, so stunned he ran away, leaving a very upset Marinette behind. When he finally built enough courage to meet her and apologise for his behaviour, he also returned his feelings. He remembered the way she smiled brightly, unaware his hearts were doing somersaults. Her smile lit the entire room up. 

It has been 9 months since he knew that Marinette was the only one for him. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted to announce to the whole world that she was his wife,his love, his everything. But he kept quiet, not wanting to scare her off. But with every day he spent with her, every moment they shared, all the fun they had together, seemed to make him lover her more. To the point his heart started to ache. 

He remembered their one month anniversary. It was one of his best memories with Marinette. He had come home from work late. He was mentally preparing his apology to Marinette but when he opened his door, he saw a large gift box in front of him. He couldn’t help the goofy grin that made its way onto his face. His fingers thrummed in excitement as he opened the box. He swore he nearly passed out from shock and happiness when Marinette jumped out of the box, holding a wrapped gift in her arms. Her hair was wrapped in a messy bun and she was wearing one of his shirts with very short shorts underneath. He stumbled back as Marinette jumped into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. 

He can’t even begin to explain how deep his love for Marinette ran. She’s constantly on his mind, always in his dreams, everything he seemed to do now was to make Marinette realise how in love he was with her. 

But he was going to propose to her tonight. Nothing could ruin it for him. He wouldn’t allow it. He was going to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him by all means possible and if she rejected him, he could finally try to move on. Keyword being try. In his opinion, it’s quite hard for any girl to measure up to Marinette. Dick shook his head, trying to get rid of unwanted thoughts as he got dressed for his date with Mari. He put on his finest suit -which was made by Marinette obviously- and carefully placed the diamond studded ring in its box before putting it in his pockets. He knew Marinette didn’t like flashy things, so he got her a small but quite expensive ring. He worked hard to buy that ring. He didn’t want to use Bruce’s money to buy something that meant so much to him.

He got into his car and drove off to Chloé’s apartment. Marinette had moved into his apartment about 3 months earlier but she had the key to Dick’s apartment after 2 weeks of dating. She had initially refused the keys but eventually found herself accepting them. Last night she was at Chloé’s apartment, having a ‘bestie bonding time’ which he knowingly smiled at. He knew it was for their weekly gossip session but that didn’t stop him from loving her any less.

He pulled up at Chloé's house and rang the doorbell once.

Marinette  opened the door wearing a sexy red bodycon dress. She had left her hair pouring down and she was wearing light makeup and her signature dazzling smile. “Dick!! How are you?” She said excitedly coming to hug him. She planted a la biase on his cheek. Dick returned the hug before handing her a bouquet of white roses. Her favourite flowers. He greeted Chloé who was standing in the doorway. She nodded her head in greeting before telling them to enjoy themselves.

The date had gone lovely. He and Marinette had gone to a rooftop for their dinner. There was a candlelit dinner prepared on the roof. Marinette had been pleasantly surprised, thanking Dick over a million times. Dick had asked her to go for a walk and she agreed, taking his hand in her and smiling brightly at him. He led her to their favourite spot. It was the park they first met. He was trying to get ice cream for Damian, Jason and Tim and he was having a hard time trying to guess all their favorites. He saw Marinette sketching under a tree and he had never seen a girl who was unintentionally breathtaking. He approached her and tried to strike up a conversation but that didn’t go so well. She was under the impression that he was calling her fat. Till today, he still doesn’t know how she got that impression. He smiled fondly at the reminder. 

“What’s so funny Dick? You’ve been chuckling to yourself.” Marinette asked, with a smile. Dick shook his head. “It’s nothing much. I just remembered the first day we met.” Dick said with a knowing smile. Marinette groaned, playfully smacking his arm. “You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” Dick laughed. Him and her both knew he wouldn’t. It was their moment and he’d be damned if he ever forgot one moment they spent together.

It was time. Time for him to propose and hopefully get accepted or remain crushed forever. His heart started to beat faster as he slid onto one knee. Pulling out the small box with the ring inside. He watched a s Marinette gasped, surprised. “Marinette, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve known you. I’m not sure I can even begin to think of what my life was like before I met you. You’ve been there with me through all of my major achievements and all my failures. To be honest, it’s been forever since I fell in love with you and before you, I didn’t know what love was. Thanks to you not only do I now know what love means, I get to experience it everyday with you. To love someone is that undying love, devotion and affection you have for them. It is the willingness to do whatever it takes to keep them happy. Marinette, you’ve shown me what love means and I want to show you what love means for the rest of our lives.” He paused to catch his breath. He saw Marinette’s eyes glistening with tears. “It was at the spot we first met and it is at this spot I chose to propose to you because It is a reminder that though our relationship started out rocky, being with you has made me the happiest person I can be. I want to create more memories with you, share more laughter with you, have babies with you -whatever it is I do, I want to do it with you. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you marr-”

Everything that happened next, took place in a blur. In the middle of Dick’s proposal, he noticed a bullet heading straight for Marinette. Without any hesitation, He pushed marinette aside but he couldn't avoid the bullet as it pierced through his chest. “Is Marinette okay?” was his last thought before everything went dark. Dick opened his eyes with a groan. His body hurt like hell. Before he could question anything, he saw Marinette staring at him with tears in her eyes and memories of the event flooded his mind. “Marinette, are you okay!” He asked in concern. Marinette looked closer to tears. “Of course I’m okay, you took the damn bullet meant for me! What if you died Dick?! How would I ever have accepted your proposal!!” Marinette cried. Dick felt his heart flutter with hope. “So does that mean you’ll marry me?” He asked tentatively. Marinette answered his question by flashing his ring on her hand and pulling him into a kiss.

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[charmac]

[demonicsuffrage]

8 year old freshly adopted Dick, throwing the moths and flies he caught on Patrol directly at Bruce's face: I got you dinner!

Bruce, who was just bombarded with insects: Chum?!

Dick, smiling cheerfully: Bats eat insects!

Bruce:

Dick: I just read it in a book

Bruce:

Bruce: Bats also eat fruits and nectar

Dick: So you're a fruity bat?

Bruce:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dick, throwing an apple at him the next day: Dinner!

Bruce:

[prlssprfctn]

Give me Bruce and Jason, who are not on the war path anymore, but they are still awkward and absolutely clueless on how to make things up, so they pretend that they need something from each other in order to spend some time together. Even if these things are absolutely simple, and both of them could handle it themselves, if they wanted to.

Bruce, calling Jason in the random Friday night: So, Alfred left for a week. And I promised kids to do a homemade cake for them. And you know how useless I am in the kitchen. So.

Jason, who knows that Bruce is, in fact, not useless in the kitchen, but low-key misses cooking with him, because the last time they did it, it was Alfred's birthday before his death, and they did the cake together: Theoretically, I agree.

Bruce, sighing in relief: Theoretically, I will need you in Manor tomorrow in the morning. And I theoretically will pay for that.

Jason: Theoretically, see you tomorrow.

Bruce: Theoretically, thank you.

Jason, dealing Bruce in the middle of the night: Old man. Bail me out of the prison. I am in CGDP's building.

Bruce, knowing well that Jason wouldn't be caught in the first place, if he didn't want all of this to happen, and even if he did, he would easily escape without him, getting involved, but also knowing that today is anniversary of the day Bruce adopted Jason, and it is his way to spend time together: ...Okay. May I ask what did you do?

Jason: ...Stole Gordon's tires.

Bruce, stifling his laughter: I see. I will be here in a few minutes.

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[anyknotrants]

Tim: hey Dick, which do you thing Kon would like more?

Tim: *holds up 2 pairs of earrings, one sapphire, on diamond*

Dick: I don't know probaby, the sapphire

Tim: *nods and puts the diamond away*

Dick: what's the special occasion, anyway?

Tim: hm?

Dick: why are you buying Kon the earrings, is it your anniversary or something?

Tim: oh no, I just like buying stuff for him

Dick: *starts laughing*

Tim: what?

Dick: oh god, you're his sugar daddy!

Tim, blushing: I'm not- you buy expensive shit for Wally all the time! You're his sugar daddy!

Dick: I prefer the term; 'rich boyfriend',

Tim: ...

Tim and Dick: *turns to look at Jason*

Jason, checking out arrow-shaped ruby necklace: *looks up*

Jason: ... I plead the fifth

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[littlefankingdom]

Gothamites: Lol. No way can Bruce Wayne raise a child. He is an incompetent playboy.

Bruce Wayne: *raises Dick to become an incredible good-hearted intelligent young man*

Gothamites: Wtf

[kuronekoartsblog]

I offer you: Tim Drake being absolutely demolished in a way or another for being good at videogames, both by his opponent and his own teammate

Recently this is the only thing capable of pumping some dopamine in my ADHD brain so this is what u get lol

More to come!

[totally-no-one-like-me]

Where Trust Lies

@maribat-calendar-events

@maribatserver

@ao3feed-maribat

“Richard Dick Grayson! You cannot tell me that your work requires you to be out of Gotham for a whole month.” Marinette snapped at Dick, hands on her hips. Dick’s head remained bowed as he faced his wife’s fury. He truly couldn’t come up with a better excuse for why he had to leave Gotham. Truth was, he was going on an off world mission with the Supers as Nightwing but the problem was, After three years of marriage, he still hadn’t told Marinette he was Nightwing. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell Marinette, he just couldn’t find the right time to bring it up.

     Dick raised his head to meet Marinette’s gaze. He felt even more guilty when he saw how hurt she was. “I’m sorry Marinette, I really am but can you just trust me? Please? I’ll be back in one month, I promise.” Dick said, trying to placate his wife. Marinette let out a teary chuckle. “Don’t worry Dick, I trust you. I just want you to be safe” .“God, I love you so much” DIck whispered, feeling utterly relieved. He pulled Marinette into a kiss which she happily returned.

     A few weeks later, Dick was ready to leave. He gave Marinette a tight hug and pulled her into a passionate kiss. “I’m going to miss you so much, Dick” She murmured against his lips. “Stop, mummy!! I want to hug daddy too” Their two years old daughter, Maya said pouting. Marinette laughed, letting go of Dick and putting up her hands in defeat. “Bye bye daddy, I’m going to miss you sooooo much! But don’t be sad, mummy’s going to keep me company!” Maya giggled. Dick knew this was going to be one of the longest one months of his life. But Dick had promised to call Marinette 3 times a day, and text every hour so Marinette can be sure he’s okay.

     After Dick had left, Marinette slumped into the living room, defeated. This was the first time she was going to be away from Dick for this long. Maya jumped into her mum’s laps playing with Marinette’s hair. “Mummy, mummy, let’s go to the zoo! I also want ice cream!” Marinette laughed and picked Maya up, carrying her. “Alright my little princess, let’s go” Marinette said, grabbing her purse- with Tikki inside, shh- and leaving the house, making sure to lock it behind them.

   Dick tried his best to keep to his promise but at times it was really hard. He called his family as often as he could and texted very frequently. But right now the mission was going to take a turn for the worse and he wasn’t sure if he could contact Marinette as often anymore. He was actually required to fight now and he didn’t want Marinette to know he was injured.

   I don’t want Marinette to think I'm having an affair because I can’t talk to her as often. Dick is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a voice on the coms. “Nightwing! Is your area clear?” Conner, aka Superboy asks. “All clear Superboy!” Nightwing confirmed. After patrol they had to go and interrogate the already caught criminals. Ohh there was also the problem with the alternate universe and timescape problems so yeahh Dick was in for a lot.

Marinette tried not to let worry cloud her judgement. It has been a week since she last heard from Dick. At first, she assumed he was just busy but now anxiety was practically living within her. After exactly one month and 3 days, Marinette was fed up. If she couldn’t reach her husband she was going to reach him herself. Dick didn’t act like this, he was funny, caring and sweet. Not the type to ditch a wife and her husband. Marinette shook her head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. She trusted Dick. With her entire life. If Dick hadn’t contacted her, then that meant he was in trouble. She only hoped she wasn’t too late.

Marinette was taking Maya to visit her uncles (Dick’s brothers) and also to interrogate them. Maya quickly ran off to play with the pets in the Manor. Marinette seats all the members of the household in the living room. Yes, Bruce included unfortunately, only Alfred was exempted from this meeting. Marinette cut to the chase. “Where is my husband? I want the answer immediately.” Marinette said coldly. Jason starts first. “Don’t worry pixie, good ol’ Dickie is alright. Would soon be home” Marinette glared at him. “I didn’t come all the way here to ask for half baked lies. That’s my specialty so I'm going to ask once more. Where. Is .My. Husband!” Marinette said with a deadly look in her eyes. The batfamily were so shocked they mentally noted not to mess with Marinette.

Marinette was currently teleporting to the timescape where her beloved husband probably was. She really really hoped she wasn’t late. She couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Dick. She was still trying to process the fact that he was Nightwing. One thing led to another and now the whole bat family knew who she was. She’s a bit disappointed about that because she wanted to tell Dick first. She arrived at the scene when everything’s practically over. It’s a bloody mess. Her heart beat faster as she tried to find her husband amidst the bloody chaos.

When she finds Dick, she nearly cries. He looked half dead, blood leaking through his eyes, nose and mouth. Marinette could quickly see that it was him that took the final blow. She scanned the area with her eyes and saw Superboy, Miss Martian and Zatanna. Without any hesitation. Marinette called for her lucky charm and then released it, saying the miraculous cure. She watched as her ladybugs quickly undid the mess. Her heart leapt for joy when she saw Dick slowly regain consciousness. 

Marinette quickly pulled Dick into her laps as she cradled his face. She kissed him fiercely when she saw him fully regain his consciousness. Dick immediately pulled away from the kiss. “Umm Ladybug, thanks for the save but I have a wife.” Dick stated quite clearly for someone who just regained consciousness. Marinette couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s me, you big idiot. Do you know how worried I was!” She watched Dick’s eyes widen in realisation. “I’m so sorry my love. I really am. When I losing consciousness, all I thought about was what you’d think of me” Dick said softly. Tears welled up in his eyes. 

Marinette felt her heart ache for him. “Dick I’ve told you times without number that I trust you. And I love you. Nothing you do or say can change that. Now let's go home to our lovely daughter and comfort her. She missed you quite dearly, you know?” Marinette whispered quietly. Dick felt himself fall for Marinettte all over again. She helped Dick -Nightwing- to his feet and got to the rest of the team and transported them to Justice League headquarters, Clinging closely to Dick all the way there.

[pokeberry5]

love dick's rapid progression from "who the hell is this nosy kid" to "if you touch a hair on his head, i'll make sure you're breathing through a tube for the rest of your life"

also twiggy 14 year old timbobbin and jacked 20 something nightwing is very important to me

[ashoss]

needed to draw kori and this is what came from it

[mostly-imagines]

La Vie en Rose

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason wildly preferring you over everyone else

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: standard batfam arguing etc.

You sit curled up embarrassingly close to Jason on the couch, head on his shoulder. The team is still in their gear as they filter into the living room, masks and helmets discarded in scattered locations between here and the cave. The mission had been fairly simple and with all of them together it only took a couple hours to finish up.

As you waited, Alfred had kept your mind busy in the kitchen while he taught you how he makes his famous ice cream from scratch.

The clamor of the heroic party’s return had made itself known sooner than later, and you think your face must have displayed your emotions nicely because Alfred nodded you away with a small smile and no second thought.

You’d walked into the living room, weaving through the mess of siblings until a hand snuck out on your left and grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to look at him before Jason pulled you down to sit next him on the sofa. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in and leaving virtually no space between you. His armor sits heavy against you, but a welcome weight on your shoulders.

Tim plops down on the couch across from you and you can just make out a bit of blood on the side of his head, aptly accompanied by an irritated look sprawled across his face. It’s not enough blood to be concerned about—not for them—but you can venture a guess that whatever they were up to shouldn’t have called for any injuries and his pique is likely directly related to that.

Though Dick’s goading aura might have something to do with it too, as he comes crashing down next to him a second later, partially sitting on Tim’s cape and pulling him into an awkward angle. 

Nightwing doesn’t seem too perturbed by the younger vigilante’s agitation and curt manner of pushing him off.

The others are too caught up in chatter to pay much attention to you, and you can be certain that’s why Jason takes that moment to press a kiss to the side of your head. He lets his lips linger there for just a second as you lean into him.

Alfred’s own entrance is the only thing able to subside the flurry of conversations skirting around the room.

“A job well done,” he commends with a nod. “A selection of ice creams awaits you in the kitchen.”

He gives you a sly wink before retreating back through the swinging door, leaving Stephanie and Cass to practically trip over themselves trying to beat each other to the kitchen. Robin follows after unhurried, mask still on, with his hands behind his back.

Jason kneads your thigh before pushing himself up to stand. He turns back, looking down to you. “What do you want?” he asks softly.

You hum, "Just strawberry's good."

Tim sits up, "Can I—”

"No, you've got legs,” Jason grumbles, stalking off to the kitchen.

Dick barks out a laugh and you bite back a smile.

Tim looks absolutely aghast. 

“That’s such bullshit. You know, he used to be nice.”

“No he didn’t,” Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Not since you’ve known him.”

Stephanie stumbles out of the kitchen then, the door hitting her back on the way, as she mutters a curse behind her. You can vaguely makeout Jason grunting something back before she rolls her eyes.

Steph looks at you, shaking her head as she returns to her seat, “You live like this?”

You shrug, “He’s nice to me.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Tim grumbles.

Jason returns after Cass a minute later with a bowl of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. He expertly ignores Tim’s unwavering glare as he resituates himself beside you.

He scoops your legs up over his lap and positions the bowl in between you, wrapping the sleeve of his jacket around it so that the cold porcelain doesn’t make contact with your skin.

The others have set themselves up so that the four of them are stuffed up against each other on the sofa adjacent to you, very obviously examining you both. 

And while you’re willing to acknowledge the amused stares and singular glare, Jason only sighs heavily, rolling his eyes as he glares at the coffee table.

Only a few seconds of this are allowed to go by before he pulls over a throw pillow and sets it over your knees, so that it rests atop your heads like a mini-fort, successfully blocking out his siblings' view of the two of you.

You smile and press a light kiss to his shoulder as he simmers.

Regrettably, you miss the way Damian side-eyes the pillow above you as he re-enters the room, perching himself atop the back of the couch behind the others.

“This is so nice,” Dick preens. “He used to just leave the room when too many of us gathered in one place. Now he has to stay.”

Stephanie watches the makeshift fort with wary eyes, scooping ice cream into her mouth. “Yeah…I don’t wanna freak you guys out but, uh…”

It’s quiet for a moment and you guess Cass is speaking. 

You’re proven right when Stephanie starts up again, “My thoughts exactly.” Her voice drops into a raspy whisper that isn’t really meant to go unheard, “I don’t know who the hell that is, but it is not Jason.” 

“This is unprecedented,” Damian mumbles, dipping into his own chocolate cup.

“Do they always talk about you like you’re not here?” you ask Jason quietly. 

“Yes,” he grumbles with a scornful look directed at the bowl.

A low hiss can be heard immediately after, “I’ve never heard him whisper before, what the fuck?”

You can’t hide your laugh as well as you mean to, but you know Jason’s light swat to your thigh is nothing more than a rib.

Mumbles continue along the other couch, mostly going unacknowledged, until Tim busts out, “He doesn’t even like strawberry!”

Jason snaps the pillow out of the way, “The fuck do you know about what I like?”

Tim resets his posture with one hell of an attitude, snarking, “Well I can name one thing you really seem to fucking—”

Jason grabs the pillow harshly and chucks it at Tims head which connects with a loud thwack.

Damian swats it away before it can knock him off balance, though his scowl is only half worth what Tim’s is. 

“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a sneer. “This is why you don’t get invited to movie night anymore.”

Jason doubles back at him, “Sorry, is this not your own fucking house?”

Tim huffs, “Yes, which i—”

“Then get your own goddamn ice cream!”

Tim huffs as he stands, sending Jason a pointed look. “I’m going because I want to.”

Jason barely gives him a sardonic nod as he stomps off.

“Get me some too!” Dick calls back, only for the back of his head to be met with a sideways grimace from Tim.

As he leaves, the focus of the room seems to shift towards Damian dripping chocolate onto his cape and it fades away from there.

You turn to Jason, lowering your voice to just below a whisper, “If you don’t like strawberry—”

“I like it,” he tells you, leaving no room to argue as he takes a bite.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Declined.

Voicemail.

Declined.

Declined. 

“I swear to God, he better be dead,” Stephanie mutters to herself.

She shuts her phone off and tosses it into the passenger seat with a huff. Her fingers drum against the steering wheel as she scans the sidewalk across from her car.

The night before the majority of the team had been involved in a less-than-successful plan, which some have called “a display of complete idiocy and inability to circumspect.”

Then Tim had to go and make a joke about that word choice in what was apparently a bad moment. This gave way to a harsher punishment of the team being forced to clean the batcave foot by square foot—notably, an impossible task.

So naturally, they had to retaliate.

The plan was to dismantle the batmobile piece by piece and leave it a collection of parts for Bruce to find. Problem being, the group as it stood didn’t possess the capability to do so without doing a great deal of damage to the parts. Damage, that the family was not willing to face extra retribution for.

Fortunately, they knew just the man for the job. 

Unfortunately, said man has devoted his life to ignoring their messages, favoring to live peacefully and distantly from them. And because that peace and distance does come with an add-on of borderline complete secrecy from his family, no one had any idea where to look for him.

So, Stephanie decided to do the next most rational thing and track down your location. She’d hoped he would be with you like he always is, but for seemingly the first time in the last year—he’s nowhere to be found.

Now, was revenge for a minor-slight by Bruce so important that it required Stephanie to take all of these steps to get a hold of Jason? No, absolutely not. She’s pretty sure that the others have already given up on it by now and started cleaning. But it’s about the principal. And also, she does not want to clean the floors of a cave.

She jumps up in her seat when she spots you exiting a store, scurrying to unbuckle and pry the car door open.

She’s across the street in half a second, running directly into your line of sight. It actually would’ve been very difficult for her to miss your line of sight, considering she’d landed only a good six inches in front of your face. “Hey!”   

“Oh, fuck—” you jump, grabbing your chest. You take a breath when you realize who it is, less surprised now by the theatrics of the introduction. “Hey Steph.”

“Hey,” she smiles casually, like she didn’t do what she just did. “So Jason’s been ignoring us and I need to get a hold of him,” she tells you.

You nod, still collecting yourself. “Oh. I don’t know where he is—”

She shakes her head, “That’s fine. Can I use your phone to call him?”

You frown, “Is something wrong?”

“With him, yeah,” she snarks. “I called him, Tim called him, Dick called him, Cass called him, Damian called him, we used Bruce’s phone to call him—that was a bit of a long shot, but still. This is our last option. Well, not our last option, if this doesn’t work I could get really invasive, but—” She shakes the thought from her head, “Nevermind.”

You nod blankly, taking in the mountain of information she’d just handed you. “How’d you know I was here?”

She scans your eyes back and forth for a second before her own widen in realization and she’s shaking her head. “No, no, don’t worry we’re not tracking you! I just hacked into the traffic cameras to find you.”

“Oh!” you exclaim, nodding some more. “Okay.”

You hand her your phone without any further questions—for your own sake—and she happily accepts. 

“You know I texted him 115 times?” she tells you as she scrolls through your contacts.

You furrow your eyebrows, watching her click his name and press the phone to her ear. “Did you count?”

“Well, I had the time, di—you son of a bitch! One ring?” Stephanie scorns into the phone.

You can hear Jason groan on the other end of the line. 

He says something to Stephanie that she follows up with a firm shake of her head.

“No,” she says defiantly. “She let me use it.”

Stephanie rolls her eyes, not pleased with his response. “What if it was an emergency?”

She listens for a second, skeptical look on her face.

She gasps suddenly, “I am not overstepping, we thought you were dead!”

Over the course of about ten seconds the shock on her face drops into just-been-caught guilt. “Well, I mean we considered it.”

You imagine Jason’s telling her to give you your phone back as she stands her ground, pushing, “If you promise to text me back.”

A short response on his end.

“Promise to text me back!”

There’s a brief lull before she’s giving a self-satisfied nod and jostling your phone back into your hands. “Here ya go. Thanks, babe!” She smiles wide at you before jogging back across the street, not waiting for the cars.

You smile as you watch her go, putting the phone up to your ear, “Hey Jay.”

You can hear the relief on the other end of the line. “Hey sweetheart. You know if you see Steph in public, you can just walk away?”

“I’m not going to walk away from your family.” You look again across the street, “Also I don’t think that was an option for me this time.”

“That thing is fucking scary.”

Cass smiles fondly, signing, “I think he’s cute.”

Tim eyes the way Salem traipses around his feet, yellow eyes staring up at him. “Why’s it even here?”

Jason rolls his eyes, continuing to scroll on his phone. “He’s hers. Deal with it.”

Tim scrunches up his mouth. “She knows I hate it. And she, unlike you, wouldn’t subject me to this just for the hell of it. So again I ask: why is it here?”

Jason huffs, looking up from his phone. “What do you want me to say? He wants to be.”

Tim scoffs at that, “‘It wants to be’? You’re the one who put it in the car.”

“No, I didn’t,” Jason says factually.

Tim looks at him sideways as Salem leaps onto Jason’s lap and nudges his hand up. Jason follows along as requested, petting the top of Salem’s head with an open palm. 

Tim squirms to the other side of the couch with a look of disgust on his face. Salem watches him the whole time.  

A smile adorns Cass’ face as she signs, “She says he can read people’s energy.”

Tim huffs, resting his head against his fist. “What does that even mean?”

The conversation is cut off by the clatter of you and Dick stumbling into the room, carrying a freshly painted headboard. Blue paint coats both of your hands and has no doubt stained your clothes.

You’re clearly struggling a bit to keep your grip on your end, the weight of the wooden frame dragging your arms down.

Jason stands and Salem flows along with his movements easily, leaping down onto the hardwood. He comes over and helps you lift your end of the frame with a stupid amount of ease, to the point that you’re not even holding any of the weight up anymore. The three of you—less so you—move the headboard and lean it up against the wall. After it's set down Jason steps back and looks over it gingerly.

“It looks good,” he murmurs to you, quiet enough to not give his brother the satisfaction of his approval.

Dick had asked you over to help him paint Damian’s bed frame as a surprise for him for not getting in any “altercations” at school this semester. You’d decided on coating it with his favorite color first and then fill it in with a collection of what Dick has “on good authority” are his favorite animals. It’s a fairly random assortment that you’re not sure adds to or disproves Dick’s credibility. You’d spent the better half of the afternoon googling animals you’d never heard of just to make sure you projected their likenesses accurately. Dick had been very clear that you had to be precise on the details because Damian would know if he was really looking at a komodo dragon painting or if it was “some common lizard.”

You sigh, “I hope he likes it. I’m worried we did it too childish for him.”

“He is a child,” Jason says plainly.

“But he is not childish,” you counter. And he sure isn’t. You’d had a hard enough time convincing Damian to watch cartoons, adding a colorful animal mural to his bedroom might be one step too far. You’re still trying to figure him out.

“He’ll like it,” he says firmly.

You smile, slipping around under his arm and tucking yourself into his side.

Not a moment later, Dick slings an arm around Jason's shoulder, grinning as he pulls his brother in close.

Jason’s immediately louring. "No, get away from me."

Dick, unfazed and still smiling, removes his arm and takes a big step to the right. You do the same, figuring he needs his space, but you get caught by the wrist before you can do more than sway to the side. 

“Not you.” 

He pulls you back under his arm, wrapping it around the front of your shoulders. You hook your fingers around his forearm, letting your hand hang.

You hear a double-clap from the other side of the room that has you both turning around to face Cass. 

She signs something to Jason with a fond smile on her face. 

You look back and forth between them as Jason waves her off. “What?”

He shakes his head, “It’s nothing. She said—she said we’re cute.”

You smile up at him and he deflects—not so subtly—and starts nudging you back towards where the group is gathered, now all standing. 

Dick’s quick to start bragging off to the room about how great of a job the two of you did and how really complex and daunting it actually is painting animals for a child.

As he talks, your eyes find Jason, who’s definitely about to roll his eyes any second now. A bit subconsciously, your hand comes up to brush Jason’s white streak of hair back, away from tickling his forehead. 

On the other side of Jason, Tim does the same, sweeping Jason’s hair back in a much more mocking manner. 

This gives way to Jason smacking his hand away, harder than he needed to.

"Wha��You let her do it!" Tim protests, overplaying how much the slap hurt.

Jason scowls, "She can do whatever she wants."

Tim drops his shoulders, looking at Jason as if he’d been scandalized. “Oh but I can’t?”

“Not if it involves touching me,” Jason grumbles.

Tim steps closer, putting a finger to Jason’s chest. “You’re such a—”

From the floor, Salem hisses up at Tim, successfully startling the teenager. “Auahh—”

He stumbles backwards, grimacing at the cat. 

“Fucking demon,” he hisses, walking away.

When Tim’s far enough away and Salem’s seemingly satisfied, he brushes up against your leg, purring. 

You peer down at him with a furrowed brow. 

“What’s Salem doing here?”

“I’m not doing this shit with you.”

“No, come on, 9 out of 10 times is what you said. How ‘bout just once? Beat me one time at anything, Jaybird.”

“Anything?” Jason asks like he knows damn well Dick can’t swear on that word.

Rightly so, Dick backtracks. “Something agreed upon.”

Jason throws his hands up, partially in exasperation, partially relenting.

Dick smoothly turns his back to him, announcing, “Opening up the room for ideas.”

Damian’s eye roll is almost audible from the corner armchair, where his attention is unmoved from intently sharpening a blade he’d recently come into possession of.

Bruce similarly remains unbothered in his seat, trying to read despite the distractions. 

“Ooh, okay. Okay.” Stephanie wiggles up a little on the couch. “You could race!”

Dick shakes his head negatively, “I literally just busted my knee up two days ago, Steph.”

“Convenient,” Jason mumbles.

“You were there!” Dick exclaims with an open mouth.

Steph continues, “Um…”

Cass waves to the room from her position upside down on the couch, head hanging down next to Stephanie’s legs. Attention successfully acquired, she signs, “Staring contest.”

Jason grimaces, “That sounds like a nightmare.”

Dick gives him a faux-smile.

“You should play chicken,” Damian chimes in, holding up his knife.

“No,” Bruce drones monotonously as he flips a page. 

“Tic tac toe?” Steph suggests.

Cass is already shaking her head as she scrunches up her mouth in thought.  

Jason rolls his eyes, “What are we, five?”

Dick nods, cracking his knuckles as he thinks. “No, we need something that really proves our worth.”

Bruce looks up from his book, staring numbly through his brow, but remains silent.

“You could arm wrestle,” Steph suggests.

The elder brother twitches at that, “Uh, no.”

Cass moves past that before a joke has the chance to be made. “Handstand contest?” she suggests.

Jason shrugs, “Yeah, sure.”

The elder brother looks at him incredulously. “You’ll do a handstand contest with me?”

“That’s what I just said.”

Dick scoffs, “Jaybird, I’m an acrobat, you’re just some guy.”

Jason, not giving him the courtesy of eye contact, pulls his sweatshirt off from his back. “Well, you’re a lot of things, aren’t you?”

Dick throws his head back with a squint.

Jason fishes his phone out of his pocket and Dick follows suit, offended stare maintaining all the while. 

No exchange is required as they both toss their phones across the room, landing together with a rough clatter on Damian’s lap. Damian’s resulting glare is borderline disgusted.

Dick starts them off, “Alright, go. One…two…”

Both men push up onto their hands, muscles flexing as they find their balance. Dick’s form is better, of course, but Jason looks to have a stronger foundation.   

They both hold strong as several minutes go by with the brothers only maintaining the attention of some of the room, and the interest of none of it.

Stephanie huffs and tilts her head, thoroughly unentertained with the consistency they’re both managing. 

“Starting to wish they’d picked something that moved along a little faster,” she murmurs to Cass.

Dick glances over at the younger brother, clearly displeased with his lack of trouble keeping up with him. He shuffles closer one hand at a time, using the decreased distance to poke at Jason with his foot, trying to knock him over.

Jason kicks him back harder, “Hey! Don’t be a dick—”

“Very funny,” Dick leers.

They both end up finding a struggle to keep balance and are forced to mind their own.  

A chime rings out from the corner that has heads turning briefly in his direction before coming back to the competition. 

“Whose was that?” Dick calls out.

Damian leans over and inspects the screens with disinterest. “Todd’s.”

Jason adjusts his position, “Who is it?”

Damian responds with your name. 

“And?”

He picks up the phone shrugging like he couldn’t care less, “She wants to know if you want to go see some movie.”

There’s a brief silence before Jason drops out of the handstand, standing up. 

Dick’s blood-flushed face peers up at him, bewildered. “Wait, what?”

The family watches with wide eyes as Jason picks his sweatshirt up off the floor and tugs it back on.

Stephanie gawks, bordering on laughing. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says simply.

Dick lets himself fall into a kneeling position with a huff, “You would rather go to some movie you don’t even know the name of than win a bet?”

Jason moues at him, “Uh, yeah.”

He tosses a twenty at Dick, and plucks his phone from Damian’s hand as he strolls past him, typing out a reply.

Cass sits up a bit and signs up to Stephanie, “Does he even like movies?” 

Bruce, now attention now fully removed from his book, watches Jason exit with the slightest hint of a smile. Dick sits dumbly on the floor, staring after him with an open-mouth. 

Damian twists the knife in his hands around contemplatively before rising to stand. 

“I will go,” he announces, dropping his blade onto the seat of the chair. Jason grumbles a no but Damian follows after him just the same.

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Once Clark tells Batkids that if they need a safe space or some comfort, then they can come and visit his farm — he'll do his best to provide some help or support.

And he means it.

However, he is pretty sure that they will rarely use this advice of his. They are Batkids, after all! Independent and uncommunicative at the most.

Well.

Turns out he was wrong.

Damian and Dick are frequent quests in his farm, anyway — Damian hangs out with Jon, always appearing out of nowhere, and Dick visits them here and there — so it takes Clark some time to notice that others are here, too.

Tim starts joining them on occasions first. Mostly with Kon by his side, but he still steals sweets from the countertop that they hide from Jon, and Clark just... smiles. Okay. It is cute. Kon is a part of the family, and he is clearly in a good relationship with Tim. It is not bad at all.

...Until, Cass randomly appears in his study room out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of him, telling that she needed a quiet place to read the book.

And then Lois almost gets a heart attack when she wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water and bumps on Duke and his magnificent glowing eyes, because... Because Duke munches their cereals in four am???

(He was nearby after some mission. Was lazy to go to the safehouse. Whatever.)

Clark finds Stephanie sleeping with his sheep, caged in her hug later that week. When he returns home to tell Lois about it, he finds out that... She stress-bakes with Red Hood himself, while they both loudly shit on the Batfamily for different reasons (but mostly it is about Bruce, of course).

Alfred calls him a few hours later, asking to send the kids home for dinner.

Clark thinks that maybe — just maybe — moving out is not a bad idea, after all!