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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Stalker X Stalker, Part 7

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No I didn't get carried away with writing domestic fluff and forget to do the one thing I was supposed to with this chapter I'm a professional and would never do that

It took a long time for Tim and Cass to convince Marinette that, no, it wasn’t a trap, it was just a normal Halloween Party. It took even longer to explain what a Halloween Party really was, because apparently it wasn’t a huge deal in France.

But, eventually, she got it:

“Okay, so every Rogue and vigilante has to go to his Halloween Party in stupid costumes… or else?”

Tim nodded. “Rogues have to go because he’ll be insufferable, we have to go because otherwise we’re leaving a bunch of Rogues alone together without supervision.”

“And it really is just a Halloween Party?”

Cass flashed two thumbs up.

Marinette still looked a little confused. “And we… we want to babysit the Rogues?”

“They mostly behave themselves. Again, Crane can be insufferable when he wants to be and they have to spend a lot of time with him in Arkham.”

“I guess that’s cool then…” Then, a thought seemed to occur to her because she brightened up. “Is Nightwing coming?”

Tim nodded, suddenly a lot more wary. “Yeah, both he and Flamebird drop by for most holidays, anyway, so they might as well… why?”

She blushed a little. “I kind of wanted to see if I could get him to train me. I think his fighting style is pretty cool.”

Tim was not jealous or annoyed that Marinette might like two of his brothers more than him. He was fine if she liked Cass more, because Cass was, well, Cass. But Dick? Damian? Come on!

At least he had a month before the party to prepare himself.

For now, he glared at Cass, because she was laughing at him behind her hand.

Then he remembered that Marinette was still there and was watching the two of them interact with a vaguely confused expression and he pulled himself together: “I don’t know if he can teach you much since he’s usually in Bludhaven, but I used to be obsessed with the guy and I know all his moves by heart.”

She tipped her head to the side, considering, then smiled at him. “Sure. Thanks, Red, I owe you one.”

He tried to hide his relief behind a smile. She smiled and blushed, so he was pretty sure it worked.

Marinette smiled as she scrolled through the Batinternet on her phone (they’d finally given her the password! She no longer had to waste data!). The batkids were all working on the computer, trying to hack into their father’s files to see their Christmas presents.

She didn’t get why they were doing it then, it wasn’t even Halloween yet. Still, they insisted that Batman was always prepared well before the holidays hit. She was curious about what they’d find, if anything, so she waited as Red Robin hacked their dad’s files.

Loud cheers erupted from the others, which meant they must have found something.

“... right, Ladybug, yours is easiest to get into… he probably didn’t expect you to try… he’s getting you an Xbox and a bunch of games to go with it.”

Her gaze shot up and she surged to the front of the group to see. “Really?”

Red Robin pointed at the screen and she blinked a few times. Yep, that was a customized Xbox. Wild.

Then her shoulders slumped. “Damn, I was only kidding. If I knew he was actually going to get it I would’ve asked for a Playstation.”

She continued looking at all the ‘random’ games Batman had bought her (he was suspiciously good at guessing what she liked), completely oblivious to the fact that she had accidentally started World War III right behind herself at the casual mention of a thing she wanted.

She glanced back at them once during their fight and they straightened instantly, innocent smiles in place. The hand Red Robin had in Robin’s hair turned into a hair ruffle. Black Bat had turned the way she gripped the collar of Spoiler’s shirt into pulling her down for a hug. Signal’s eyes stopped glowing under his domino. She smiled a little and turned back to the screen to look at the rest of the games. Fighting resumed.

Or, at least, it did until Marinette saw the file name.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“I knew you fuckers took my blood,” she hissed irritably.

She wasn’t exactly scared, the bats seemed generally well-intentioned, just paranoid, but that didn’t mean she liked it. They stole her blood to figure out her identity without asking.

They all tensed up behind her and looked at each other awkwardly.

Robin was first to snap out of it. He swatted Red Robin over the back of the head. “Look what you’ve done, Drake.”

Marinette blinked and then pulled her gaze back to Red Robin. “Drake?”

The batkids looked at each other awkwardly. Except for Red Robin, who was glaring at his youngest brother.

Spoiler was the first one to come up with an excuse: “It’s an older codename. We told him to come up with something original since everything else he’s used has belonged to someone else first… and that’s what he came up with.”

She considered whether Drake really confirmed that Red Robin was Tim Drake-Wayne. On one hand, yeah… but, on the other hand, was he really that stupid? Would he really use his own last name for a codename?

She supposed that, in all her time knowing Tim and Red Robin, he had never shown himself to be original. Smart, sure, but a little unoriginal.

So, yeah, Tim was almost definitely Red Robin.

But she was prepared to ignore it for now. Every bat seemed tense at the idea of her learning their identities, so she played dumb:

“It’s not that bad of a codename. Dragons are pretty cool.”

She could feel Black Bat still staring at her, but everyone else relaxed almost imperceptibly.

“He didn’t base himself off of dragons, he chose male ducks,” Robin informed her.

She blinked. “Why the hell would he choose ducks?”

Signal snapped his fingers and started pulling out his phone. “Oh, Mari -- can I call you Mari? -- you should see his outfit.”

Red Robin realized he was about to get murdered for his younger self’s outfit choices and tried to snatch the phone away.

Unfortunately for him, while he was concentrating on Signal, Black Bat had sidled over to Marinette. She tugged her arm to pull her attention from the two fighting boys and then showed her the picture.

Marinette stared at the ugly cockroach outfit for a long time before taking a deep breath: “Alright, first of all...”

Tim… he was fine.

Okay, no, he wasn’t.

The tracker was better, he would admit. She had even started wearing more red and black so she could wear the necklace more (something that made him feel all fuzzy inside), but she wasn’t wearing it every day and he couldn’t exactly tell if the necklace was there because she was home or if it was there because she’d worn a different outfit.

So, he only had one solution: randomly dropping by to do chores with her.

It started off with the ‘might as well’ principle. They were already out for photography and getting ideas for outfits, why not pick up some groceries while they were on their way back? She could even carry more since there were two of them.

He quickly dropped pretenses, though. The one time every few days that they hung out wasn’t enough to keep her in the house, and even if it was she clearly wasn’t fond of staying inside for long periods of time. He started dropping by every day to just go out with her.

He could tell his family was getting a little suspicious about what he was doing, Steph and Cass both narrowed their eyes at him whenever they saw him leaving the office at a normal time and once he had caught Duke following him to see where he was going… but it was fine. They weren’t going to complain about him actually getting some sort of down time.

And, he had to admit, it was nice. Not only did resting his brain for an hour or two a day do wonders for his mental health, he just… enjoyed doing chores with her? He didn’t think he would. He’d expected to like it the first few times, the novelty of going on his first grocery shopping trip or figuring out how a laundromat was always going to make it interesting and new for a bit, but it didn’t seem to be wearing off.

He was pretty sure that was because of the person he was doing it with, though.

He smiled as he watched Marinette half-climb the supermarket shelves for a bag of Takis.

“Need help?” He called.

“Nope!”

He watched her jump a few times on the lowest shelf before, eventually, climbing up another shelf.

Tim winced and surged forward to support her weight a little.

She huffed and grabbed the Takis. He set her down.

She crossed her arms. “I said I could get it.”

“I trust you. The shelves? Not so much. Do you want to die crushed under a bunch of chips?”

Her halfhearted glare morphed into a grin. “If I die any other way you have to promise to resurrect me so I can do it again.”

He rolled his eyes. “How about I resurrect you and you try not to die again for a while?”

“Hm… I guess that’d be alright.”

Then, at the laundromat, Tim saw a bunch of Two Face’s henchmen. How did he know that they were henchmen? The black and white suits kind of gave them away.

He was just wondering whether it was worth it to try and call Duke over so they didn’t risk something happening when he realized that Marinette had slipped over to them.

But she wasn’t concerned as she offered some of her detergent. “Hey, if you need to wash lights and darks together like that… you’re going to need a different detergent. I know those are cheap but there’s a reason for that.”

“Isn’t that just an old detergent problem?”

“No, separating every single color into a different load is. But, if you want to do pure black and white like that… you don’t want to risk it.”

Then she turned and glared at another goon, who was pulling their luckily still okay clothes out of the washer.

“You’d better not be putting that in the dryer.”

The sheepish look on the henchman’s face was answer enough.

She huffed. “That is airdry only why would you do that --?!”

And that’s how they ended up friends with -- and possibly under the protection of? -- a bunch of henchmen. Tim had to admit, they were really nice when he and Marinette weren’t trying to get them thrown in jail. He almost found himself slipping and hoping that Frank managed to achieve his mob boss dreams. He actually did offer to babysit Sam’s kids while she had a shift because she seemed very stressed.

“Tim, darling, do you even know how to take care of kids?”

Tim didn’t know whether to blush because she had called him darling oh my god or due to embarrassment at that massive oversight.

“Uh… would you be willing to help?”

Marinette gave him an exhausted look. “I’ve only ever babysat one kid at a time without their older sibling being there to help.”

He quickly changed the offer to paying for a babysitter. Sam was thankful regardless.

When everyone had finished laundering their clothes to Marinette’s satisfaction, the two of them headed back towards her apartment.

Tim changed the position of the laundry basket on his hip so it didn’t dig into him as much. “You know, you didn’t have to help them.”

She snickered. “First of all, you’re absolutely wrong. I couldn’t just sit by and watch them ruin their clothes right in front of me!”

He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fond smile on his face. “And second of all?”

“Secondly…” She let him into the house and closed the door behind him. A cheeky smile formed on her face. “Well, they’re henchmen. Don’t you think it would be a good idea to have them on our side in case things go wrong rather than indifferent to what happens to us?”

It was here, with her smiling in front of him, intelligence sparkling in her eyes and the necklace he gave her hanging from her neck, that he realized that he was going to fall in love. He might not be there yet but, if they continued doing things like this, he was sure he would.

He wouldn’t mind that, he thought, as she leaned forward to take the basket from him, pressing a kiss to his cheek on the way over. He watched her disappear to her room, no doubt to fix whatever damage he had done while carrying it that would be invisible to anyone but her. He shoved his hands in his pockets and went to start up the coffee machine.

There are no botanical gardens more beautiful than the ones in Gotham. Whether that was because Poison Ivy herself tended to them or because they were kept in tip-top shape to appease her, Marinette didn’t know. Whatever the reason, it was gorgeous and Marinette had gotten quite a few different ideas. She pretty much had an entire spring collection planned out…

It was unfortunate that she’d gotten ideas for a spring collection in the middle of autumn, but she was ignoring that.

Now, they were sitting on her couch. They needed to relax after all that walking around on top of a rather exhausting night the night before (Scarecrow had broken out of Arkham to start preparing for his Halloween Party). She was completely in his space in an attempt to mess with him. It, unfortunately, didn’t seem to annoy him as he lazily rested his head on top of hers.

She huffed a little but allowed it.

He fiddled with the settings on his camera, biting his lip.

She looked down at the camera and asked: “How’d you get into photography?”

“... it’s a kind of personal story,” he said carefully. “A little sad, too, I guess.”

She tried to pull back, an apology on her lips, but he just rested an arm around her shoulders and held her close.

“It’s fine.”

She nodded as much as she could with the head resting on top of hers.

They were silent for a long time. She tried to relax herself. There were no akumas in Gotham, it was okay to accidentally upset someone and it was okay to ask them if they wanted to elaborate. They were people, people are supposed to feel sad sometimes. It’s healthy.

She took a deep breath before curling more into his side. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The arm around her tightened almost imperceptibly. “I… I guess I can, sure.”

“You don’t have to,” she said quickly. In fact, she might be a little more comfortable with that. Emotional conversations weren’t a Parisian’s forte.

But he sighed and shook his head. “It’s fine. Our relationship can’t progress all that healthily if we never tell each other anything.”

Yikes. Way to accidentally call her out on the fact that she hadn’t formed a healthy relationship in years, Tim.

“Not that I’m all that great at healthy relationships,” he said after a minute.

At least she wasn’t alone, she supposed.

“No easy way to say this, I guess… my parents weren’t the best. They’d go on trips -- they were archaeologists -- and I’d be left home alone, usually for months at a time.”

She cringed internally and took his hand in hers, rubbing comforting circles into his palm.

He sighed lightly. “So… I was lonely, obviously. I started by taking pictures of my parents. Sometimes it was all I’d have of them for months. They could leave, but the pictures weren’t able to.”

She felt him bury his face in her hair.

“I started following the bats after a while. I don’t know if it was because I wasn’t sated by pictures of just the two of them and decided to expand, if it was because they had a happy family despite a distant father and I wanted that for myself, or if it was because I wanted my parents to find out and be worried about me, or a mix of all of that… but…”

She slowly moved the camera off of his lap and pulled him into a hug. “But?”

He was silent for a bit, thinking over his answer. He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her. “It was an old coping mechanism. A way of feeling connected to people when I couldn’t actually be.”

“‘Was?’ What changed?”

He laid back on the couch and she allowed him to pull her down beside him. “People around me… started ‘leaving permanently’.”

She winced. Oh.

“It hurt a lot more to look at the pictures after that. It just felt like a reminder that I was alone.”

She frowned. “But… you’re taking pictures of me, now.” Her eyes widened. “Shit, did I accidentally trigger --.”

He shook his head quickly. “No, no. Well, kind of, but it’s okay! Every time they’ve died, it was because of some sort of shortcoming on my part. I think I’ve learned from all my mistakes. You… I won’t let you get hurt, okay?”

Marinette didn’t know how to respond. On one hand, she was pretty sure that she should be assuring him that, even if she did end up dying, that he shouldn’t blame himself… on the other hand, she had no intentions of dying and she was pretty sure it was nearly impossible for her, so maybe it was a good thing that he had chosen to protect her of all people? Maybe the problem would solve itself?

She didn’t know.

She carefully took his face in her hands, pulling him to look her in the eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, okay, darling?”

He gave her a tentative smile. “I sure hope you’re right.”

He had been asked to stay the night. Her excuse was that she was almost done with an outfit for him and she wanted to give it to him the second it was done and, by the time it would be, it would be too dark to go out safely.

Tim kind of felt bad that he had worried her but he wasn’t going to turn down the offer of staying over and watching her finish the outfit.

But, first, food. They dropped a million takeout menus on the desk. A long silence stretched between them as they looked at all the options.

“... what do you want?” Asked Marinette.

“I’m not in the mood for anything in particular, you?”

She sighed. “I don’t know, do you want anything?”

“I don’t want anything, what about you --?”

This continued on for about three minutes before Tim got a brilliant idea. He dialled Damian’s number and put it on speaker.

“Drake. Why are you calling? Have you been hurt?”

“No, Dami, I’m getting takeout and I was just wondering if you had any ideas.”

Marinette gave him an affronted look, but he clapped his hand over her mouth before she could warn Damian that, no, he wasn’t buying food for him he was just going to be an asshole.

“... I suppose I wouldn’t be averse to Chinese.”

“Thanks, Dami! Hope you can get Alfie to make that for you.”

“What do -- ?”

Tim hung up on his very confused younger brother.

Marinette frowned as he removed his hand from her mouth. “That wasn’t nice of you, that’s a kid.”

Tim was not about to get beaten by his brother in both identities, thank you very much.

“Alfred can cook better than anyone in the world, he’s not going to suffer.”

She snorted. “I doubt he can make food better than…” She picked through the takeout papers for a few moments before holding up a menu. “... this place!”

He squinted at the menu. “... I really hope you can speak Mandarin.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find a language I can’t speak, Timmy,” she said, absently dialling the number.

Well, he supposed that explained how a person from France knew ASL and could speak English like a native. Damn. Now he kinda wanted magical god-earrings so he could speak every language in existence.

She spoke cheerfully to the person on the other side of the line for a moment before turning to Tim. “What do you want?”

“Uh… shrimp fried rice?”

She rolled her eyes and flicked his nose. “Alright, fine, white boy.”

“It’s a safe option okay --!”

She wasn’t listening to him explain why fried rice was the best choice for him because she was relaying the order to the person on the other side of the line. She hung up with a smile.

“Food will be here in about three minutes. Do you rich people have small bills or do you just use them for tissues or something?”

He raised his eyebrows. “They go down to a hundred, right?”

She pressed her lips together thinly, clearly unsure whether or not he was joking.

He snickered and shook his head. “Nah, I think I have twenties and fifties…”

“Yeah, that won’t do. We’re going to get robbed,” she said, reaching into her purse.

“We? Didn’t know I lived here, too,” he joked.

She barely even glanced up from where she was counting money. “Honestly, with how often you’re here, you might as well move in.”

He choked. He wanted to say something smart or funny or smooth, instead all that came out was: “You --? I --? Uh --!”

She snickered behind her hand. “Love, relax, I’m just kidding. You don’t have to leave your fancy mansion with all your siblings --.”

“Wait, don’t make living here sound even better. I will do it purely to get away from them, don’t test me.”

She rolled her eyes with a grin. “Maybe that's the plan, you’ll never know.”

Tim had exactly zero idea whether they were joking or not anymore. The tone and reactions made him pretty sure they were kidding, but… what if they weren’t?

He was just gathering the courage to ask when the doorbell rang, pulling their attention to the food. She continued counting for a second before running to the door and swinging it open.

He walked up beside her awkwardly as she chatted politely to the guy to take the food inside. He knew, logically, that Marinette was actually way stronger than he was… but his stupid brain saw a thin, short woman in need of someone to help her carry things. So, he took it from the guy with a smile.

The delivery guy glanced Tim up and down before asking Marinette something. She laughed and gave a shrug. Tim did not know what was going on but he felt vaguely insulted.

He was definitely learning Mandarin after this.

The moment the door closed he whined about being insulted. She looked amused.

“You know what he said?”

“... no,” he admitted.

Her lips twitched.

“... you’re not going to tell me, are you?”

She snickered and leaned over the two bags of food in his hands. “So, you got the fried rice, right?”

“Mariiiiiiii.”

“Your food is going to get cold.”

“Beeeaaaan,” he complained.

She raised an eyebrow at him, a blush spreading across her face. “Bean?”

He grinned, feeling heat creep to his own cheeks. “I don’t know, I couldn’t think of anything for a nickname. First thing I thought of was coffee beans, so: Bean.”

“Wow, you’re such an addict,” she teased.

He continued pouting at her until she gave in.

She leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose. “He asked if you could use chopsticks or not so he could get you a fork if you couldn’t.”

He felt the blush on his face deepen. “Oh… I can’t.”

“That’s fine.” She grabbed a tote bag from the floor of her pantry and pulled out a set of plasticware.

He blinked. “... you keep plastic forks?”

She shrugged and tossed the bag back in her pantry. “Plastic forks, grocery bags, napkins, a few sets of chopsticks…”

“... why?”

“Some of us are minorities, darling.”

“What --?”

She hummed tunelessly as she worked.

Tim had fallen asleep on her shoulder. Had most of this been an elaborate plot to make him finally get some sleep? Possibly.

She didn’t feel all that bad, though. With how much he overworked himself both as Red Robin and as Tim Drake-Wayne… honestly, she was beginning to doubt that he slept at all. And, really, if a vigilante coffee addict with a magically enhanced physique is worried about your sleep schedule, you’ve got problems. Intervention was needed.

Don’t get her wrong, though, she was going to make up for lying to him. She’d move him to her bed and leave a cup of coffee for him on the bedside table. Maybe she’d even make him breakfast, it depended on how tired she was in the morning.

But that was for when she was done. For now, she was working on the last part of the outfit: she needed to lace up the corset. His posture needed a little work and she didn’t have the heart to tell him that to his face.

… besides, corset vests are cute. She wished more guys would wear them.

She smiled to herself as she pulled the last bit of lace through and tied a loose knot. Done.

She looked down at Tim. Loose strands fell in his face as he slept. The tiny wrinkles in his forehead disappeared, making him look much younger. His lips curled into a slight smile at whatever he was dreaming about.

He looked so genuinely at peace. She hated that that was abnormal for him.

She couldn’t help but worry a little about what he’d said earlier. He’d claimed that the reason he had gone up to the top of that building the day they’d met (as Tim and Marinette) was to scout out a location for photography, but now that was seeming like a lie because he apparently preferred taking pictures of people over locations… so, why was he up so high? He’d known it was illegal to be there, so she doubted he thought anyone else would be…

She swallowed thickly.

She didn’t think his mental state was that bad… but, just in case it was, she waved Tikki over for a bug and sewed it into one of his sleeves.

Tikki was looking at her disapprovingly. Marinette ignored her.

It was Ladybug’s job to make sure everyone was doing okay mentally, and she wasn’t going to fail a person she cared about of all people.

His head slipped from her shoulder onto her stomach and she sighed, trying to lightly push him off without disturbing his sleep. It didn’t work. He made a quiet sound in the back of his throat and buried his face in her stomach, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

Well, this is her life now.

… she supposed it wasn’t so bad, though.

#stalker x stalker #shutterbug #timari #maribat #timmari #timinette #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake #yes it's all just maladaptive coping strategies #it's ME what'd you guys expect

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The One Where Marinette Gets Fetched #10

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Titus had been restless ever since his first escape. The poor thing had been itching to get out again. He even stopped wanting to take walks around the estate. It made Damian upset to see his beloved dog so unhappy. The problem was he didn’t trust anyone outside the grounds to treat Titus like he should be. To be honest, no one in his family could except Alfred. His father and adopted siblings were incompetent as they were in practically everything. Damian was reluctant but eventually caved in the end.

So he pulled on his most inconspicuous clothes that an average person would wear, or at least what he thought average people wore and led Titus out the door with a leash. Alfred had suggested he didn’t go to the private secluded parks near the area and one more in the city. It was like a walled area for muggers to catch high paying victims once they left. The city parks had more people and made it easier to blend in. It was also where Titus seemed to prefer to go. As soon as they passed the gates, the dog practically dragged him. Damian could have reeled him back in but the smile he swore was Titus’ face stopped him.

Titus had conveniently brought a blue tennis ball with him while Damian held his leash and carried a satchel across his chest. The pair made their way to a secluded open field that provided enough room for the Great Dane to run around. A game of fetch ensued between the two. A throw too far set Titus on a chase. Something must have caught his eye because as soon as he got the ball he took off through a small grove of trees.

‘Must have seen a squirrel.’, sufessed Damian.

He sat down and took out his sketchbook and a few pencils. He preferred a monochrome look than a full-fledged colored drawing. Damian began to sketch his surroundings as he waited for Titus to tire himself out.

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“Guardian, may we visit that tree Tikki had mentioned before? It has been a long time since I’ve been able to climb a real tree. Who knows how bad my climbing skills have gotten!”, Xuppa pleaded.

“Well, as long as you are able to stay hidden from all passersby I guess I can let you all roam around.”, declared Marinette.

“That’s why we want to go to the tree on the hill, silly Guardian. It’s a clearing surrounded by trees! It’s perfect!”, Daizzi teased with a small oink at the end.

“I guess you have a point. Okay, through these trees we shall go! Are my loyal and trustworthy Miri’s ready?”, joked Marinette.

“Of course, our fair Lady.”, Pollen continued.

“I’m always loyal to you, Guardian.”, said Barkk.

The journey was long and treacherous for the group. Well, not really but it was fun to pretend they were on an adventure. Instead of a park, they were in an unexplored jungle. Having to avoid deadly obstacles such as couples and people reading peacefully under the trees. Then Marinette had been attacked by a poisonous tree root sticking out above ground. The root caused blindness temporarily which resulted in her tripping over it and falling. That led to the kwami’s having to lead her around with her eyes closed. It was like she was a little girl again playing with her- her-. Yeah, it was nice having fun with her Miri’s! They marched up the small hill with everyone following her like ducklings while they sang a Guardian-folk song.

“Alright! We have arrived at our destination. All Kwami exit the station as the Marinette train studies her sign language notes!”, she announced.

They all floated off into the tree as she sat under it and pulled out her journal. Reconnecting with the English language just to learn a new one based off of it. Then Damian had challenged her on who would do best on the ASL quiz next Friday. She couldn’t back down and was now forcing herself to study. Nooroo timidly floated out of the bag towards her. He had opted out of joining their song now that she thought about it.

“Master, I am sorry to bother you but are you certain it is all right for us to roam around?”, the butterfly mumbled.

The poor thing was greatly affected by their time in Paris. Duusuu could feed off the happy emotions of the others but Nooroo put the fault on himself. Gabriel had done a number on the poor kwami.

“You can call me Marinette or Guardian, Nooroo. Of course you can come out! Don’t worry so much, that's my job.”, she reassured. It got a small smile out of the kwami before he zipped off.

She was going over her greetings when she saw the kwami go in and out of her bag. Everytime they would come out with their personal snacks.

“Did everybody pack something to eat and forget to tell me?”, she pouted.

“Sssssorry Mari. We forgot to tell you. We could alwayssss sssshare our ssssnackss.”, Sass hissed out.

“You should try some of my honey-covered croissants! They’re amazing!”, buzzed Pollen.

“No, eat my seeds!”

“My dried bananas are the best!”

“Carrots!”

“Biscuits!”

“I’m so happy. I love food!”

They all hurriedly shouted above each other trying to offer her their snacks.

“Calm down, Miri’s! I appreciate your generosity. Though camembert sounds delicious right now.”, she commented with a side glance at the certain kwami. The cheese glutton couldn’t do anything but drop his jaw at her request. He had been the only one to not say anything and the Guardian knew it.

“Minibug, you can’t be serious! My cheese smells bad. You won’t even like it. Trust me! You’re better off eating one of Sass’ boiled eggs.”, Plagg tried to redirect her taste and the other kwami’s glares.

“I’m teasing Plagg. I just had breakfast not too long ago.”, she said.

“Geez, Mari! Everyone looked on the verge to kill me.”, he huffed before stuffing the entire wheel in his mouth.

Marinette and the kwami’s settled back down as she put in her earbuds and continued to study. Everything was nice and dandy for another forty-five minutes until she heard a faint shout from Tikki.

“Marinette look out!”

It was too late for the guardian however. By the time she knew it, Marinette was being dragged by the collar of her hoodie away from the tree. All of her stuff was left behind as her kidnapper ran at an alarming rate. She was pulled down hill, past the trees, dragged through a clearing for a while until she was dropped face first onto the grass. A dog started barking as soon as she was released.

“Titus! What is the meaning of this. You can’t just grab random- Marinette?”, the person said.

Marinette rubbed her head as she lifted herself up. This person knew her? She was met with the somewhat familiar face of Damian.

“H-Hey Damian, does this happen to be your dog or is there a better reason it just dragged me fifty yards to drop me here?”, she stuttered.

“No, it is not. I just happened to be able to read it’s name tag without moving. Of course it’s my dog, idiot!”, he sneered.

“Hey! How would you like it if you were suddenly getting yanked to gods know where by the collar and felt like you were choking?”, she retorted, rubbing her neck.

“What are you even doing here, Marinette?”, he questioned with narrowed eyes.

“First, this is a public park. I was studying some notes before your crazy- oh my kwami it’s taller than me!”, she gasped looking at the dog. She knew it wasn’t taller than her but her position of sitting on the floor made it tower over her. Marinette had met it before.

“Titus is a perfectly sized Great Dane. You’re the one with a pathetic stature. I suggest you change your diet to one suited to help with growth. Maybe incorporate beans, quinoa, or chicken if you're an inhumane meat-eater.”, he said.

“Yes, because I can totally fund a lifestyle change like that. Also, I’m average height. You’re the one that’s too tall!”, complained Marinette.

Titus wagged his tail back and forth as Marinette scratched his head in her lap.

“We had been playing with his tennis ball and I assumed he went to chase after an animal of some sort. Then he came back with you.”, Damian explained.

“So your dog basically fetched me.”, she summarized.

“You could put it that way.”, he commented.

“As adorable as Titus is, I have to go get my stuff before someone decides to take it. See you at school on Monday, I guess.”, Marinette said as she got up, much to the displeasure of Titus. Said dog barked in complaint as his attention giver left.

“Tt. I’m not sure what you have done to him but Titus should not be acting this way. He is supposed to be a feared guard dog, you have made him soft!”, he huffed.

“Feared like you with the rest of the student body at Gotham Academy? You still haven’t told me what got you to be dubbed an ‘Ice Prince’.”, Marinette said.

Damian only packed up his stuff and walked away.

Now, Marinette had to walk all the way back to the tree. The Miri’s were definitely going to lecture her.

I am sooooo soooo sorry for not posting this last week! I went out of town and it completely slipped my mind... sorry.

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Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021 Summary:

Hey hey hey! So I have to admit that this one is my favourite one in the @jondami-week so far because I just had sooo much fun with the names of the tales you cannot imagine

Day 6: Royalty AU | Masquerade | different first meeting

And guess what? You can also read it under the tag

A set of firecrackers exploded every time a royal family crossed the door of the Metropolis palace. Jon has counted five families arriving today for the great ball that meant his coming of age. Although it would be great to see some of his dad’s friends again, it was not an event he was waiting for. He understood why it was important that the heir and future king of such a big kingdom like Metropolis should be presented in society at his 18th birthday, but he also knew there were a lot of people with second intentions coming to the party. It was part of the reason he insisted so much on making it a masquerade party.

“Don’t you think that blue and red might be a bit… obvious?” asked Conner watching the mask he had chosen.

“Well, they are the colours of the house of El so…” he shrugged. “And aren’t you going to use a similar one?”

“Yes, but I actually want Tim to recognise me.”

Jon rolled his eyes at the antics of his older brother. It was a pity that Conner could not inherit the kingdom instead of him but being an attempted evil clone of his father created by an evil sorcerer made the council a bit reticent to accept him. If it was not by the intervention of his father Conner would not probably be even there.

“You crushing after one of the Gotham princes is creepy as hell.”

“Oh, is that so? Weren’t you the one excited about meeting ‘the Robin’ for the first time?”

The young prince suppressed the urges of throwing the mask at his head. Not because he was not right, but only to shut him up. Because his brother actually had a point, he had been excited about meeting the youngest prince of Gotham for a while, since his deeds started to arrive in the form of songs and stories. It was not weird for the princes of Gotham to be the protagonist of several adventures, having in consideration that his father was the great Dark Knight. Jon had been a fan of the Gotham royal family for a while, reading The Ballads of Nightwing, The Perils of Batgirl, The Dark Adventures of Red Hood among others every night. His brother favourite was The Hardships of the Red Robin, which encouraged him to join the Young Justice Force after hearing the Red Robin was going to be its commander. Jon was still too young to join any of the battalions of the Justice League Alliance, but after the party he would probably join one. Hopefully the Teen Titans so he could fight along with Damian Wayne. The youngest of the Gotahm princes was a complete mystery, a young knight with excellent capabilities that claimed to be the biological son of Bruce Wayne. No one had ever heard about him before that but it seemed like the Gotham royalty was quite fine with him and soon his adventures turned into The Song of the Robin, Jon’s favourite.

So when in the middle of the dance Jon observed a green masks with red, yellow and black details, he knew it was him. Apart from the fact that Nightwing was beside him of course (and Nightwing did not even need a mask because everyone knew about his particular bottom).

“This is a waste of time,” he heard the young prince whispering. “I don’t understand why Father insisted I have to come.”

“He thinks you and Jon could be good friends,” Jon smiled at the words of Nightwing. “As long as you know who to behave of course.”

“I have excellent manners, Grayson.”

“Then you wouldn’t refuse me this dance,” interrupted Jon offering his hand.

When he felt warm skin against him, he dared to rise only to fine green eyes staring at him. Damian looked slightly annoyed but not angry, which Jon supposed was a good start. They moved slowly to the ballroom, where the Gothamite let him put his hand over his hip so he could lead. The soft music guided them in a strange silence, his brain trying to think of a topic interesting enough to impress him.

“You know who I am,” said Damian. “You came looking for me.”

“Indeed,” Jon did not see the point in trying to hide it. “I might be a big fan of yours.”

“Oh, please,” the young prince tried to get away but Jon skilfully redirected him as if he was making him turn. “Let me go, I’m not in the mood of a fanboy.”

“You’re not even going to give me a chance,” Jon knew he should be enjoying teasing him this much but the way Robin nose wrinkles was just too cute.

“Don’t see why I should,” again his attempts at leaving were being cut short by swift moves of his companion. “Stop.”

“My, my, don’t tell me the great Robin is not able of surpassing a simple boy.”

Damian smiled, finally interested in the challenge the masqueraded boy was proposing. To anyone on the crowd, it looked like the two young boys were following an intricate dance while in fact both were just trying to win their strange competition. Jon used his speed to cut and guide Damian around him every time he tried to sneak away while the older boy calculated his every move making it harder every time. The song stopped with Damian finally kicking his feet. His body was about to crash against the floor when an arm wrapped his hips. Looking up he could see a mischievous spark inside those stunning green eyes.

“Congratulations, farm boy,” the boy smiled. “You entertained me more than I expected.”

“Always a pleasure,” Jon took the liberty of kissing his hand. “Would it be too risky to ask for the next dance?”

“Hmm,” Damian seemed to think for a bit. “Very well, but only one more, I must leave in order to meet the prince of Metropolis. I’m afraid politics demands that I at least attempt to befriend him.”

“Oh, in that case,” he winked at him. “I think we might be able to enjoy more than one dance.”

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The Archer T.D. Part 2

Warnings: Language, Blood, Angst, Sexual Content, etc.

Part One Part Three

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag: @catxsnow

Chapter Two

Tim was sat on the couch looking through the news feed on his phone, keeping up to date with everything going on not just in Gotham but the rest of the world. It sufficed to say that Tim rarely ever quit working after he became Robin at the age of 15, now he was 19 and wasn't even Robin anymore. He was Red Robin, one of Gotham's protectors along with the rest of his family.

"Master Tim, would you be so kind as to take your feet off of the couch I just vacuumed?" Alfred asked, holding a tray with a mug of coffee on it.

Tim bent his head backward to look at the English butler and gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Alf."

"Apology accepted, now would you please remind your brothers that we are expecting a guest?" Alfred requested, handing Tim the mug of coffee he had asked for 20 minutes before. Tim gave him a nod and rose to his feet, taking a large sip of the coffee. "Also, remind them I want the manor to stay clean until they arrive."

Tim gave Alfred yet another nod. "Sure thing, also thank you for the coffee." he smiled and walked out of the sitting room. Knowing his brothers, they would be down in the Batcave prepping for the night's patrol. Something Tim did 3 hours prior. Turning the handles on the clock in the study, Tim drank half of his coffee in one gulp before descending the stairs.

What he saw when he got down there was no surprise to him. Of course Dick, Jason and Damian were all down there but so was Stephanie and Barbara. Cass was still in Japan on Batman Inc. business and wouldn't be back for another month.

There stood Stephanie in her average daily wear, with what looked to be jumbo marshmallows shoved into her mouth with Dick and Jason egging her on. He didn't have to see the look on Babs' face to see that she did not approve, and Damian was his usual self standing off to the side observing the others' antics.

"Guys, Alfred told me to remind you that our guests are arriving." he sipped more coffee and stood by Barbara and his assumptions were right. Steph was, for some unknown reason, shoving jumbo marshmallows into her mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Timmy, you have to look at this. Steph has 14 jumbo marshmallows in her mouth. 14!" Dick said, clearly excited.

Damian huffed, "Why don't you tell him why she has 14 marshmallows in her mouth?"

Tim looked at his siblings, obviously it had something to do with Dick and Jason because they were to most excited about it. Knowing them, it was some kind of bet to see how many marshmallows she could fit into her mouth which would also explain the look of disapproval from Barbara. One wrong move and Steph would either spit them all over or choke and need CPR.

"Jason made a bet to Dick on how many she can fit didn't he?" Tim asked.

"Bold of you to assume that I started this babybird." Jason retorted.

"Did you?"

"Of course I did."

Tim rolled his eyes and looked at the clock on his phone, according to Alfred their guests were an hour away and Bruce wanted everyone to meet them. Like clockwork, Bruce appeared and took one look at his kids and let out a long sigh.

"Why is it that everytime we have people coming over, at least two of you do something stupid?" he asked, as Stephanie shoved two more marshmallows making Dick grin wider.

"Oh come on B, at least let us finish this bet. I am 3 away from winning. I bet she could fit 20 in her big mouth, Dick bet 18." Jason said, not turning to look at Bruce. "Besides, what's so important about these people anyway?"

"Oliver Queen is bringing his ward to stay with us for a while. They've been having some trouble and they thought I could help." he explained, crossing his arms and watched as Steph fit yet two more marshmallows maxing it out at 18 like Dick bet.

"Ha! I told you she could fit 18!" he taunted, pointing a finger in Jason's face.

"Don't ha me yet Dickiebird. If she fits two more, I win." Jason grinned, pushing Dick's hand away.

Bruce dropped his head in defeat. There was no way they were going to listen to him when they were like this. Everyone watched as Steph grabbed 2 more marshmallows and began to fit one into her mouth much to Dick's dismay. Jason crossed his fingers as she tried to push the last one in to make it 20, but gagged halfway through and spat them all over the floor.

"19! I win! Take that Jason, you have to bake me cookies now." Dick cried triumphantly. Jason however did not look that impressed.

"You lost too looser, she had 19. Not 18."

"Jay, that's not how it works. She got to my number not yours. I win." Dick argued.

The next thing they knew, Jason was trying to put Dick into a headlock who just kept flipping away out of his hold only making Jason try harder.

"Master Richard, Master Jason! Stop fighting and come up stairs. Our guests are almost here." Alfred announced, appearing at Bruce's side. Both boys stopped and rubbed the back of their necks.

"Sorry, we'll be right up." Dick said and began to help Barbara upstairs.

"What's so important about Oliver's kid anyway? Did he blow up a building or something." Jason asked, heading for the stairs.

"Rory has been having problems, I think we can help." Bruce explained yet again.

"His name is Rory?" Damian asked, crossing his arms. "Sounds stupid."

"Master Damian, there will be no name calling of our guest. Understood?" Alfred scolded. Damian huffed again and gave him a nod.

Tim was the last one up the stairs, with Alfred right behind him. So the guy's name was Rory, what did he look like and what problems was he having? With their eventual arrival, Tim would find out soon enough.

About 20 minutes later, everyone was in the main lobby awaiting Oliver and his ward.

"What do we even know about this guy?" Jason asked.

"Jay, can you not be suspicious of everyone?" Stephanie asked, leaning over to look at him.

"Being suspicious of everyone keeps you alive, big mouth." Jason replied with a smirk.

"Who are you calling big mouth?! If anyone is the big mouth it is you!" she yelled at him, a frown upon her face.

"I'm not the one who put 19 jumbo marshmallows in my mouth on a bet!" Jason yelled back, and like everytime someone starts a yelling match, everyone began yelling at each other.

"Enough!" Bruce yelled, his voice vibrating off the walls of the manor. Immediately, everyone went quiet with the occasional mumble of "Sorry, Bruce."

Tim played with his fingers, there were a million other things he could be doing at the moment but they were waiting on Oliver and Rory to show up. The name Rory sounded familiar to him as well, years ago he knew someone by that name but there was no way they were the same person. His Rory was a girl for starters and Oliver's was a boy, so they couldn't be the same person.

There was a knock on the door and everyone straightened up. Alfred opened the door and in walked Oliver Queen with a few suitcases. "Hey Alfie! Long time no see!" he cried.

Alfred gave him a smile. "Nice to see you again Master Oliver." Oliver gave Alfred a pat on the back and looked back out the dor.

"Come on Rory!" he called. The person who appeared through the door next surprised everyone.

Rory Queen was in fact not a boy. Rory Queen was a girl, and not just any girl. Rory Queen was Tim's childhood best friend.

"Everyone, meet Aurora Queen." Bruce introduced.

Rory's eyes looked around and assessed everyone in the room, she went from Alfred to Bruce to the line behind him. The boy at the end of the line caught her eye. The first words out of her mouth were not in greeting at all.

"Tim? What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked.

Immeadiately, everyone's eyes turned to look at Tim. "What, you know her?" Dick asked curiously.

Tim was speechless, he hadn't seen Rory in 13 years and she looked the same. Of course the last time he had seen her she was 7 and he was 6, she had grown but her eyes and smile were still the same. All Tim could do was nod in response.

"Wait, you knew she was a girl and neither you nor Bruce thought to tell the rest of us?" Jason cut in.

"Well, I didn't want to ruin your assumption Jason. Maybe you should think before daring someone to put 20 jumbo marshmallows in their mouth." Bruce stated, a small grin on his face. "But I had no idea Tim knew her."

"In his defense, it's been 13 years and I was Aurora Sonnet then." Rory stated, looking at Tim who seemed to be in shock.

"Timmy? Hello? Earth to Timmy?" Steph said, waving her hand in front of his face. Tim's mind was going a million miles a minute.

Why the hell was she Aurora Queen and not Aurora Sonnet? Clearly Oliver was her father figure now, so what did that mean about her parents? Last he checked he was still married to Dinah, so he couldn't be her stepfather. Bruce had also said she was Oliver's ward like Tim and the rest were to him.

So that left only one option, Michael and Clara Sonnet were dead and he didn't know until now.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he finally found his voice. "Yeah, we were kids. She moved to Star City because she got into a prestigious ballet school." Tim explained. "How is that going by the way" he asked.

Rory's face fell, the thought of dance always brought her back to her parents and these days she just didn't have the heart to dance anymore. "I stayed until I graduated 4 years ago."

"4 years ago? But that means you would have been like 15 when you graduated?" Dick asked, clearly confused. She was about the same age as Tim right?

"I was 16, I did highschool in 2 years."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Not only was Rory Queen a girl, a pretty one at that but she was a genius and a vigilante like them. It wasn't long before the gears started to turn in Dick and Stephanie's heads, knowing someone close to them who was just like that.

"Well, you are welcome here Miss Queen." Alfred said with a smile.

"I'm leaving her in your capable hands Alfie. Take care of her." Oliver ruffled Rory's hair, "I have to get going, Dinah can only do so much without me. Be good and for the love of everything do not bleach the cape again." he said giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and headed out the door.

"That was you!?" Stephanie yelled, "I had never seen Bruce so angry, how did you do it?"

Rory went to open her mouth, but Bruce stopped whatever she was about to say. "Never mind the cape getting bleached, she is not telling you because I know at least two of you would try to replicate it." he pointed his gaze at Jason and Steph.

"I feel as if we should be insulted that he would asume we would try it." Steph mumbled.

"Do you blame him? Have you not seen the things we have done?" Jason laughed, and shook his head.

"Enough about the bleached cape, Rory let me introduce my family." Bruce said. He gestured to the first person in line, he was tall with black hair and blue eyes. "This is Dick."

Dick stuck his hand out, Rory taking it and giving it a good shake. "Nice to meet you Rory, I hope you'll enjoy your stay here." he said with a charming smile.

The next person in line looked Rory over with a slight smirk. "Jason Todd, I'd say the same but half the time I don't enjoy it here." he said, making Rory laugh a little. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

Next to Jason was a blonde girl, immediately she took Rory's hand and shook it. "The name's Stephanie, glad we finally have another woman in the house. Babs and I are being suffocated with all the testosterone." she chuckled.

Rory let out a chuckle, "Glad I could balance it out."

Next to Stephanie was another female but she had red hair, Rory could only asume this was the Babs she mentioned. Barabara reached up and shook Rory's hand. "I look forward to working with you." she smiled.

Next to Babs was another boy, but he was shorter and had a darker complexion and actually resembled Bruce a little. Rory stuck her hand out, only for him to reject it completely with a huff. "Sonnet." was all he said.

"That's Damain, he isn't a people person." Tim said from his side.

"Are you sure you're even a person Drake and not just some robot Father concocted?" Damian retorted.

"Ooh, been working on that one all day little D?" Tim taunted, making Damian glare at him. "Tt, whatever." he mumbled.

It was then Rory turned her attention to Tim, the best friend she hadn't seen in over a decade. She didn't know how to address him, was Tim okay or did he prefer Timothy now? Should she hug him, but they weren't that close anymore so it could be overstepping boundaries. She looked at Tim and it seemed that he was thinking just as hard if not harder about their situation.

Rory followed her instincts and pulled Tim into a tight embrace. "I missed you, Tim." she mumbled softly. She felt Tim's arms wrap themselves around her and hold her just as tight.

"I missed you too songbird." he smiled.

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placetobenation · 4 years

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The biggest news from the WWE doesn’t come in the ring this week, it’s where that ring will be come SummerSlam.

After calling the Performance Center its home for the past five months, the WWE will venture outside to a new venue starting this upcoming week for SmackDown and SummerSlam. Starting Friday night, the WWE returns to LIVE shows at the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida to kick-off SummerSlam weekend. Moving forward, not only will PPV’s be LIVE and in Orlando, but RAW and SmackDown will do the same. It should bring some new energy and creativity to the shows with a bigger venue and being LIVE each week. That’s a good thing. Plus, there’s rumors that there will be virtual fans on hand until the point and time where the WWE can bring back fans to the arena. I’m looking forward to it. I think we all are. It would be very cool to see yourself up on the big screens on Monday Night RAW or Friday Night SmackDown right from your very own home, just like the NBA games from the Bubble.

Star of the Week: Asuka

Beating Bayley on Monday night to win a SummerSlam title match for Sasha Banks’ RAW title was the start. Beating the NXT, RAW and SmackDown ladies in the Tri-Branded Battle Royale to gain a SmackDown title match against Bayley the very same night at SummerSlam now gives Asuka the chance to be a double-strap diva and rid Bayley and Banks of half their gold. That’s one helluva week!

SummerSlam PPV – Updated Card:

WWE Championship Match: Drew McIntyre vs. Randy Orton

Universal Championship Match: Braun Strowman vs. The FIend

United States Championship Match: Apollo Crews vs. MVP

Hair vs. Hair Match: Mandy Rose vs. Sonya Deville

RAW Tag Team Championship Match: The Street Profits vs. Andrade & Angel Garza

Seth Rollins vs. Dominik Mysterio (Mysterio can bring weapons)

RAW

RESULTS

Seth Rollins defeated Humberto Carrillo

Angelo Dawkins defeated Andrade

Bianca Belair defeated Zelina Vega

Non-title US Championship Match: Shelton Benjamin defeated Apollo Crews

Cedric Alexander, Ricochet and The Vikings Raiders defeated Akira Tozawa and the Ninjas

24/7 Championship: R-Truth defeated Akira Tozawa to win title

Peyton Royce defeated Liv Morgan

Asuka defeated Bayley by submission – Asuka wins shot at Sasha Banks RAW Women’s Championship at SummerSlam

Randy Orton defeated Kevin Owens

We told you it was coming…

Maybe not.#WWERaw @RandyOrton @RicFlairNatrBoy pic.twitter.com/6zLFS4ZBCD

— WWE Universe (@WWEUniverse) August 11, 2020

Damn you Randy – Even though we’ve been telling for weeks that Randy Orton would take out his mentor Ric Flair, it still stings to see it go down at the end of the show. Sure, they spared us watching The Legend Killer punt The Nature Boy in the head with the lights going out (presumably by Retribution), but it still was one helluva a way to put some added heat into Orton vs. Drew McIntyre for the WWE Championship at SummerSlam. This one could have tentacles for weeks to come as we could see Flair align himself with the new young studs and his returning daughter Charlotte to get revenge on Randy or maybe Nach just says attaboy to Randy and helps him beat Drew. Either way, it’s a great angle being played out.

Damn!

Damage to Dominik – That certainly is no way to celebrate signing a WWE contract! Mysterio’s son gets a kendo stickn whooping from Seth Rollins and Murphy in a beating that brings back memories of Tommy Dreamer in the ECW Arena. Give the kid credit, he took it like a champ!

Asuka does it again! – Bayley submits and we get Asuka vs. Sasha Banks in a SummerSlam rematch. Always good stuff and now we get more on a bigger stage!

Intrigued:

"How are you going to lead the Women's locker room if you don't even have a @tiktok_us?" – @LanaWWE to @MickieJames #WWERaw pic.twitter.com/ERwCUPjIw4

— WWE Universe (@WWEUniverse) August 11, 2020

Lana & Nattie & Mickie – I do like the pairing of new besties Lana and Natalya and now you add in a returning aMickie James and you have me interested in next week’s match. Looking forward to some good veteran work there!

Underwhelmed:

.@QoSBaszler + #RawUnderground = all-out chaos.

#WWERaw pic.twitter.com/RUw2eHTYqO

— WWE (@WWE) August 11, 2020

RAW Underground – It’s not that I don’t like RAW Underground, because I do. I like the look and the idea of it. I just don’t think it’s been explained very well for two weeks. Why are they fighting? What do they get for winning? What’s the pay off? So many questions and yet, so few answers so far. BTW: I’m with Liv Morgan: bring back the dancers! Shayna Baszler was a nice addition, but it seems toned down. Let her loose!

More carnage at the hands of RETRIBUTION.#WWERaw pic.twitter.com/DhNDmErbKv

— WWE (@WWE) August 11, 2020

Retribution – Again, I like the idea of a rogue faction, I really do. But after destroying the ring on SmackDown last week, we get very little out of the group on RAW other than to break some glass. By week two, we should get a tease as to who they are and why they are there. Plus, the damage should be a bit more don’t you think! Time to ramp it up ladies and gents! Seems like a perfect fit for Tommaso Ciampa since no one in NXT can figure out a role for him these days.

Lots to like:

Short but sweet – Bianca Belair vs. Zelina Vega, Angelo Dawkins vs. Andrade, Liv Morgan vs. Peyton Royce – they all paid off in brief but fun matches. We’d all like to see things go a bit more than five minutes, but at least they’re getting airtime, right?! The same can’t be said of the 8-man match between the The Viking Raiders, Ricochet & Cedric Alexander vs. Akira Tozawa and The Ninjas which did little but to set up R-Truth’s latest 24/7 Title win.

Still don’t get it:

Crews loses again – I just don’t understand the constant jobbing out of the United States Champion. Win one week, lose the next two. It’s no way to make him look strong. If you want the belt on MVP or Bobby Lashley or Shelton Benjamin, just do it already and make them stronger for more than a night. 50-50 booking doesn’t help anyone.

NXT

RESULTS

Karrion Kross defeated Danny Burch

Non-title NXT Cruiserweight Championship Match: Santos Escobar defeated Tyler Breeze

Mia Yim defeated Indie Hartwell

Bronson Reed defeated Damian Priest

Mercedes Martinez & Aliyah defeated Kacy Catanzaro & Kayden Carter

NXT North American Championship Qualifying Match: Cameron Grimes defeated KUSHIDA & The Velveteen Dream

This week’s NXT was like breakfast for dinner. Everyone likes it, it tastes really good but it’s never something that stands out in what you remember for the week, right? Well, that’s how I feel about this week’s show. Nothing tremendously outstanding but everything was really good. It lacked that “can’t miss” match like it’s been having week-to-week. Some of that is due to giving those that haven’t had a chance fight it out for the Keith Lee opportunity for the NXT North American Championship, but when Cameron Grimes is beating KUSHIDA and The Velveteen Dream, I lose a little faith. Here’s hoping the heel turn for TVD and a match next week vs. Finn Balor makes up for it.

We've seen a lot of, um, interesting contract signings in @WWE over the years, but never something like this. #WWENXT

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— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) August 13, 2020

There was plenty of set-up to the night as the best thing on NXT these days – Karrion Kross & Scarlett Bordeaux toss a fireball Keith Lee’s way en route to their NXT Championship contract signing. When I mentioned liking the slow burn to this feud, I had no idea we’d have this just happening. But it makes it more personal, that’s for sure!

Offer accepted, @AdamColePro. @PatMcAfeeShow will see you next week! #WWENXT #NXTTakeOver pic.twitter.com/YdgeJCse4T

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) August 13, 2020

Adam Cole and The Undisputed Era took out Drake Maverick and Killian Dain for no reason other than to call out Pat McAfee for a face-to-face week, which of course, McAfee agreed to.

Next week. #WWENXT @FinnBalor @DreamWWE pic.twitter.com/BrGRIGb1Z7

— WWE (@WWE) August 13, 2020

In a bit of a surprise, especially considering the rumors of sexual misconduct swirling regarding The Velveteen Dream, we get a TVD return and a heel turn to boot Wednesday night. It wasn’t that good of a match with Cameron Grimes and KUSHIDA but at least we had the payoff of the Finn Balor vs. TVD match which should more than make up for it. I do like the idea of more sinister TVD too. After a lackluster run at Adam Cole and the NXT Championship, the Dream needs a little lift in his character.

Now THAT was en fuego! And if you 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 know what that means, it means on

! #WWENXT @RobertStoneWWE @KacyCatanzaro @wwekayden @RealMMartinez @WWE_Aliyah pic.twitter.com/m8hb5buEFG

— WWE (@WWE) August 13, 2020

Finally, count me in on more Kacy Catanzaro & Kayden Carter. They don’t win much, but they sure do entertain when they’re out there and it’s good to see them put into the Robert Stone Brand angle to provide a little depth. Give me more! Athleticism and personality persona fide!

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

Tri-Branded Battle Royale – Asuka wins to claim title match vs. Bayley for SmackDown Women’s Championship at SummerSlam

Sheamus defeated Shorty G

Gran Metalik defeated Shinsuke Nakamura

Big E defeated John Morrison

Loved it:

The winner of the Triple Brand Battle Royal and challenging @itsBayleyWWE for the #SmackDown Women's Championship at @SummerSlam: @WWEAsuka! pic.twitter.com/YWtcNVnkTd

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) August 15, 2020

Battle Royale – Setting up Asuka to win two title matches at SummerSlam as she now faces both Bayley and Sasha Banks for their SmackDown and RAW Championships is fabulous. There’s a lot that can happen. Do Bayley and Sasha trip each other up? Can Asuka run the gauntlet? Does Shayna Baszler get involved? Lots of intrigue!

Hair vs. Hair – Sure, we all saw it coming but now that they actually want to go through with it, I can wait to see former best friends Mandy Rose and Sonya Deville beat the holy hell out of each other to protect their golden (and not so golden) locks!

They're back! #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/PZgPKJEXEm

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) August 15, 2020

Retribution gets some teeth to it – Attacks to start and end the show give some grit to Retribution. First, they beat up Big E and John Morrison to begin the night. Then, as the full SmackDown roster comes out to protect Big E and Morrison, Retribution takes apart the entire locker-room.

Did anyone else find it odd though that Braun Strowman and Sheamus both come out from the back right after the Retribution attack but neither either didn’t know it was happening or do anything about it? Hmmmmmmmm……. I do think we need to hear from them on what the anti-WWE message they keep spray-painting everywhere really means. Plus, we need to find out some teases as to just who some of these rebels are. We need some depth and next week could be a huge week in that development.

Welcome back:

Kalisto – Kalisto is back to help Gran Metalik get a win over Shinsuke Nakamura in a very lackluster match. But, it was funny to see Lucha House Party steal the Tag Team Titles from Nakamura and Cesaro to start a little feud there.

Huh?

Sheamus vs. everyone? – It seems like Sheamus is taking on everyone these days. Last week, Jeff Hardy and King Corbin were in his crosshairs and this week, it’s Shorty G and Big E. Not sure where they’re going with Sheamus.

No. We're not creeped out at all. ps. send help. #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/QeaFTVTdOu

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) August 15, 2020

Alexa Bliss – Why is everyone beating up Miss Bliss? Maybe only The Fiend can save her? It would be a pretty cool double-turn! Strowman is definitely better as a badass than a one-trick babyface pony.

Parting Shots:

ICYMI – Former longtime referee Mike Chioda showed up on All Elite Wrestling this week to officiate the TNT Championship Match between Cody Rhodes and Scorpio Sky. Good to see Mike back at it after being let go earlier this year by the WWE after nearly three decades. Good luck ahead Mike!

NXT TakeOver: 30 – Updated Card:

NXT Championship Match: Keith Lee vs. Karrion Kross

Pat McAfee vs. Adam Cole

NXT Women’s Championship Match: Io Shirai vs. Dakota Kai

NXT North American Championship Match: Bronson Reed vs. Damien Priest vs. Cameron Grimes vs. 2 TBD

Coming up next week:

RAW: Shawn Michaels confronts Randy Orton for his attack on Ric Flair

NXT: Adam Cole vs. Pat McAfee Face-to-Face NXT North American Championship Qualifying Match: Finn Balor vs. The Velveteen Dream NXT North American Championship Qualifying Match: Johnny Gargano vs. Ridge Holland 6-Man Tag Team Match: Legado Del Fantasma vs. Breezango & Isaiah “Swerve” Scott

SMACKDOWN: Intercontinental Championship Match: AJ Styles vs. Jeff Hardy

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Can your Next story about Omega Jason Todd beign about an difficult pregnancy and Dick doing his best to make his fear about loose the baby go away? I really need a mpreg fanfiction with Jason. All the nine months having description about evrrything.

Sorry that took a bit I wanted to answer you fully! I didn’t get the whole 9 months since that would be a multichapter wonder, but here’s a little snippit, I hope it was worth the wait.

So. In the ‘My Bondless Love’ series Jason is not going to get pregnant again unless it’s in a epilogue or something when they’re older. Maybe they’re more mature or maybe Jason thought he was over the age where he could get pregnant. And even then it’s a big maybe. I think he’s far more likely to adopt than to get pregnant himself. The whole Bat pack exists because the family you choose is sometimes more powerful than blood ties after all.

Having said that, you’re not the only one who’s asked for/would like to have some fluffy pregnant Jason…. And I’ve been feeling a little guilty about the all the angst that I’ve put you all through and the angst that I’m going to put you through.

So… Peace offering? Have a short fluffy baby AU.

The scent was… sweet.

Foreign enough that it registered even in Dick’s sleep addled brain. He’d thought he’d been catching elusive whiffs of it throughout the past week but was never able to quite pinpoint what it was. Now though…

Dick buried his face in the crook of Jason’s neck where he was laying a breathed deeply.

“Quit that, tickles.” grumbled Jason sleepily as his skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Mmm…” Dick hummed noncommittally and pressed a kiss to the underside of his partner’s jaw, “You going into heat finally?”

“Hmm?” Jason tipped his head back in annoyance as Dick tried to persist in his light nuzzling kisses, “Doesn’t feel like it. Why- Will you stop with the sniffing? You’re not a dog.”

“Sorry, just… you smell kinda…” Dick struggled a little bit to put words to it. Or even the weird emotional response it was evoking in him.

“Like sex?” suggested Jason raising an eyebrow. “We have been fucking on just about every surface this week so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Well, like sex too. But also kinda… sweet.” Dick said uncertainly, “Not like your usual sweet though. Kinda more… milky? Like hot chocolate instead of skittles?”

“New rule: you’re not ever allowed to compare me to things you like to eat.” Jason groaned.

“No can do,” grinned Dick, “I like eating you up, and from all the noise you make I’d say you rather like it too.”

Jason tilted his head and gave Dick a considering look through half lidded eyes. Dick blinked. That was a bit abrupt. Usually Dick was the one who instigated if they were going to have a morning tumble but Jason had been extremely horny lately. It was probably, Dick reasoned, due to the fact that Jason had broken his leg and so hadn’t been allowed out on the streets for a several weeks now. Normally the Omega would be restless enough to drive both of them crazy by now. This time though, Jason had been more intent on completely remodeling the inside of their flat while he was benched. Well, that and trying to blow Dick’s mind with frequent bouts of rather creative sex.

A bit territorial too. He wanted both of them to stay cooped up in the apartment and he’d been marking up Dick’s neck with possessive bites and attention over and over. Last night he’d even asked Dick to bite his mating gland. It was a little weird since Jason was definitely the dominate one in their relationship and Jason was sensitive enough on his neck not want it touched too much. But Jason had gone relaxed all over and made these soft pleased crooning sounds that went right to Dick’s Beta instincts making him feel giddy.

“Nope. Can’t remember that.” Jason said finally looking more awake with a little bit of a mischievous light in his eyes.

“Guess I’ll just have to remind you then.” Grinned Dick.

“Guess so.” said Jason. Dick wiggled down the bed till he was between his lovers thighs and Jason was cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward.

Quite understandably, he forgot all about the new layer to Jason’s scent in the middle of everything. Dick was a Beta so his sense of smell wasn’t super acute anyway. He was sure that if we was another caste he’d be able to pick up the nuances of the Omega’s scent a little better, but as it was he was only subpar at such things. And the person he hung out with most besides Jason was Damian and the young Alpha had no sense of smell due to a ritual that the League of Assassins had.

Still, it nagged at the back of his head.

“I really think you’ve just missed this heat all together.” Dick told Jason a few weeks later.

“You think?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Jay. It’s not a good sign.” frowned Dick.

“It happens sometimes.” Jason shrugged. Which was true, over the years that they’d now spent together as lovers it wasn’t too uncommon for Jason to miss one now and then, but-

“That usually means that you haven’t been eating or something.” Dick frowned.

“I have been eating.” Jason sent him a dirty look, “I feel like I eat the whole goddamned house every meal these days.”

“And you’re not throwing it up or anything?” Dick asked.

“No.” Said Jason flatly, “I’m really really not. I’m even getting chubby from it, just look if you don’t believe me.”

Dick had actually noticed that. It was kinda weird, normally Jason had a little trouble gaining weight because of the way he burned through calories, but these days there was a noticeable little pooch to his abdomen. Dick privately thought it was kind of cute, but he didn’t think Jason would appreciate it if he told him so this far he’d kept quiet. Jason would work it off once he returned to the street.

His leg was actually probably better enough that he’d be fine if he took it easy, but so far Jason hadn’t mentioned going back on the street. He’d been working a case with Barbara over the computer so Dick figured he was just preoccupied.

“Will you go see Leslie, just in case?” Dick asked.

“Nope.” Jason said unrepentant.

“But-” Dick started, frustrated by Jason’s unapologetic resistance. Granted, Dick didn’t have nearly the same amount of distrust and hatred for going to the doctors as the Omega did, but Dick didn’t think it would be good to be reckless especially given the already reckless jobs they ran.

“Come on, I know you’re going to be out all night because you’re working Bruce’s territory tonight and he’ll be watching you like a hawk.” Jason said impatiently, dragging Dick’s attention away, “At least let me suck you off a bit before you go?”

“Come on Jay, we live together and you see me everyday. You can wait for more till after.” Dick said.

“Are you seriously trying to sabotage your own sex life?” snorted Jason.

“Ok, let’s make a deal: You can fuck me before patrol, but you have to at least go have Alfred look and see if your leg is all right now, sound good?” Dick tried.

“You’re just saying that because he’ll do an overall check-up while he’s at it.” Jason frowned.

“You can take that part up with Alfred.”

“Don’t pretend like any of us have a chance at winning an argument against Alfred.”

“Why can’t Alfred come here?” Jason grumbled picking at the edges of Dick’s clothes.

Why don’t you want to leave the house all of a sudden? Dick wanted to ask.

“There’s better equipment there? I guess he could come. But Bruce might decide to come too and-” Dick started cautiously.

“No. I don’t want an Alpha stinking up this place.” Jason said immediately, “I’ll go there I guess.”

“Ok,” Dick moved to kiss him but Jason turned away.

“If you don’t want to have sex with me just say so next time.” Jason glared at him.

“Huh? No, Jay, I want-” Dick started.

“Even if you do.” Jason interrupted walking away, “We don’t use sex to barter. There should never be anything in place that makes you feel like you have to. Now there is so there’s no way we’re doing anything, ok? Now hurry up and go to patrol.”

“I- Can’t we talk about this later?” Dick asked. Jason nodded and waved him away so he could go brood deeper in the house. Dick hesitated then left for patrol.

After 7 years of being in a relationship he was still figuring out new things about his partner. It was a little baffling, and despite the bad taste their argument left in his mouth it made him a little happy. Still, he was worried something was up. He trusted Jason to tell him if there was, but he worried Jason might not really know either.

Dick was distracted all through patrol. Bruce had to sharply bring him back to himself several times. By the end of the night Bruce was watching him suspiciously. Even more so when Dick climbed into the Batmobile and asked if he could tag along back to the Cave.

“Just ask.” Dick sighed when the attention started to feel a little suffocating.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked lowly as they drove.

“Dandy.” Dick said leaning back in the seat and trying to relax a bit.

“Is Jason alright?” was Bruce’s next question.

Dick hesitated, knowing if he suggested otherwise he probably wouldn’t be able to keep Bruce away from the apartment and Jason would have a fit, “Yeah, he’s good. He was going to check a make sure his leg was healed with Alfred today so I thought I’d check in too.”

“Mmm.” Was all Bruce said and Dick winced. He hesitated too long. Now Bruce thought something was up. He started to prepare his arguments for why Bruce should give them space and not bug their entire apartment but his train of thought was derailed when they pulled into the cave and he saw Jason’s bike was still there.

“Just put off coming,” Jason waved away Dick’s worry when he hurried over, “Alfred looked me over. The leg’s good to go, I’m-”

“Pregnant.” Bruce finished coming up beside them.

Both Jason and Dick froze.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” Jason turned sharp eyes on the other.

“You’re scent has already changed.” Bruce explained.

“Oh.” Breathed Dick feeling a little light headed. Things were coming together. And of course Bruce with his Alpha nose would have been able to identify that scent immediately.

“No. Fuck that. I’m not pregnant!” Jason insisted, eyes a little too wide and harassed looking.

“You may take a test if you do not believe me.” Bruce said.

“No!” Jason said voice cracking a bit. The tone snapped Dick out of his shock.

“Bruce, go away.” Dick without looking at the Alpha, keeping his eyes fixed on Jason as he guided the Omega onto a chair.

“Dick-” Bruce started.

“You’re not helping here. Go find Alfred or something.” Dick said.

“No, I need to-” Bruce started to rumble, a bit of extra authority creeping into his tone making the Omega in Dick’s arms flinch a little.

“Get the fuck away from me Alpha.” Jason snarled defensively.

“Very well.” Bruce said with tight conflicted eyes retreating. Dick knew it had to be hard going against his instincts. Bruce was their pack leader, and Jason was the first Omega he’d ever taken in, the one he almost lost too many times, and also the first one in Bruce’s care to be pregnant. Steph had been pregnant, but that was before she joined the pack. Bruce’s protective instincts had to be going through the roof.

Dick cared less about that though then his panicking lover.

“Dick, I can’t be pregnant. I can’t have a baby. I can’t.” Jason told him hands shaking.

“Ok.” Dick agreed immediately, “You don’t have to. Right now though let’s get out of here. We can decide our next steps after we’re home.”

The safe safe home that Jason had been absentmindedly engineering this last while. Now that the words had been spoken Dick had no doubt in his mind that Jason was really pregnant. There’d been so many signs. Dick was pretty sure he knew exactly how long Jason had been pregnant. But they would test anyway.

“Alright. Yeah, ok. Let’s go.” Jason said obviously struggling to keep his breathing from going haywire.

“If I might offer the two of you a lift?” Alfred offered appearing next to them.

“That would be perfect Alfred.” Dick said relieved. He honestly couldn’t imagine letting go of Jason to drive right now. Even moving felt like a herculean task. But he knew Jason wasn’t going to be able to calm down or think anywhere near the Manor.

The drive and the trip up the stairs was a little bit of blur honestly. Dick didn’t relax until he pulled them onto their bed and piled a bunch of blankets on top. He wanted to see Jason’s face and talk, but more than that Dick wanted to be close to him. So with a little bit of wiggling Dick curled up close to his lover and tucked his head comfortably beneath Jason’s chain. That was traditionally more of an Omega’s position, but they’d never been an orthodox couple and Dick wasn’t about to start being bothered by it now. Jason buried his face in Dick’s hair and breathed long and slow breaths.

“Did you mean it?” Jason finally asked.

“Mean what?” asked Dick softly.

“Just… if I don’t want to keep it…” Jason trailed off a little uncertainly.

“Of course.” Dick said instantly, “I’m not going to make you suffer by making you carry an unwanted kid against you will for months. I’m not going to put you through that.”

“Ok.” Jason said simply.

They were quiet for a long time after that, just soaking up each other’s comfort in the warm safety of the home they’d made together.

“You know…” Dick started after a while, “We’ve talked about having kids before. We always talked about adopting them though so I never really got the impression you particularly wanted to be pregnant in the first place.”

“I… No, not really. I’d rather take care of a kid that already exists and needs me than a kid that I make to need me.” mumbled Jason in agreement.

“Yeah. Like, look at us. We both know that family is more than blood. You know I don’t think there’s a hierarchy between kids you’re biologically related to and kids you commit to.” Dick said, “And you know, I’m not planning to do this vigilante thing forever. Whenever we decide we’ll have kids, I’ll stay home.”

“Really?” Jason shifted back to look at him in surprise.

“I mean, yeah.” Dick said like it was obvious, “I’m not Bruce. I don’t have to be out there personally. I’m perfectly fine switching to training younger heroes and stuff.”

“Oh.” Jason said pulling him a little tighter, “I think- I don’t know if I could give up the streets for very long.”

“Wouldn’t ask you too.” said Dick shrugging as much as he could in their embrace. He thought that would be the end of that. Maybe they’d snuggle some more tonight. Maybe they’d go down to the clinic to see what they’d need to do tomorrow or something. Instead, Jason tangled a hand in his hair and tipped his head back enough to give him a feverish kiss. Dick hummed in appreciation, arched his back into his lovers touch.

“Let’s do this.” Jason said pulling back suddenly.

“What?” Dick said feeling a little like he was going through whiplash.

“If you’re serious.If- fuck Dick, you know how much I want- I mean…” Jason struggled his gaze terrified and wild but so fervently longing that it made Dick catch his breath, “If there’s even a chance this could be ok than I- I-”

“You want this baby?” Dick said slowly.

“God, Dickiebird, so much.” admitted Jason a slightly hysterical edge to his voice.

“Than we’ll fight for it.” Dick firmly. Jason searched his face looking for any sign of doubt.

“I’m not a good Omega.” Jason said at last looking away, “I don’t think I’ll be good at this whole being pregnant crap. I’m sure I’ll screw it up somehow.”

“You’re the best Omega,” Dick corrected kissing his cheek, “I fell in love with you, didn’t I?”

“You run around fighting crime in tights, you clearly have a few screws loose.” Jason corrected even as he leaned greedily into the touch.

“Be that as it may, you’re the only Omega I’m interested in making a family with.” grinned Dick. The look Jason gave him at that was far more vulnerable than Dick was expecting.

“God, I love you so much.” Jason said soft enough Dick barely heard him. It still sent his heart pounding: it wasn’t something Jason said out loud very often.

“And I love you.” Dick said giving him a short kiss before sliding down his body. He didn’t know how he’d ever confused the little bump for puppy fat. Jason caught his breath as Dick pushed up his shirt enough to plant a kiss on his belly, “And I already love you.”

“Fuck, Dick…” was all Jason got out before he was pulling him up to kiss him frantically laughing breathlessly in between. Dick laughed to, letting himself be rolled onto his back, swept up in the giddiness of the beautiful Omega on top of him.

“Bruce is going to think we’ve lost our minds.” laughed Jason breathlessly at last.

“Screw Bruce, this is our family.” Dick said firmly, one hand on Jason’s cheek and the other on the slight swell of his belly.

“Say it again.” said Jason closing his eyes and resting their foreheads together.

“Our family.” Dick repeated, a wide smile stretching his face.

“Hah, again.” Jason demanded giving him a soft kiss.

“Our family.” Dick laughed drawing him down fully into his embrace again.

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