#gotham belongs to his father aka him

[ghostbsuter]

The notification came not even a second ago, and it had him fly across the city just as fast.

Nightwing barely acknowledged the thrum of the Batmobil following closely behind, already on his way to west end of Gotham City.

"5 Assasins in view, more possibly hidden away. A child, around 11, leading them." Oracle's voice was clipped in the way Dick knew she didn't like this.

This screamed like a trap, why else would the League of Assassins be in Gotham of all places?

He lands on the roof, tense and gripping his escrima sticks tightly.

Batman is on his tail, taking over lead, and they are near the group of unwanted guests.

He sees Red Robin on the other roof, backup if needed.

The child clicks his tongue at the sight of them, shaking head with a grumble. "Danyal, Father has found us, we should get this over quickly."

The amount of shock and confusion he feels makes him wonder if it were a dream.

Another click of tongue but not from the child in front of them, no. It was another child re-appearing from the invisible spectrum.

His hand around the throat of a limp talon.

"I didn't think he would be so fast." The other child comments.

"As expected of father." The first child, green eyed and serious nods. Towards batman.

"Now, for the reason we are here."

He steps to the edge of the building, and Nightwing desperately wants to get him from it, clearing his throat.

"I, Damian al Ghul, heir to the demon's head, formally declare war on the Court of Owls." Damian's voice is loud, unforgiving and unrelenting. Eyes burning.

It almost made him miss the words he spoke.

"The League of Assassins has a claim to Gotham," the boy spits. "And i won't let some society take it from us."

The unnamed twin throws the limp talon from the edge with a grunt. "Take that as a warning!" He halfheartedly shouts after.

And so it began.

[nosyrobin]

THE WHITE BAT

prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Warning: blood , canon violence, ooc for Damian(?)

Summary: again the bat fights crime, the bird comes to help. Ending in a bird’s injury, and bat’s protectiveness. Making the relationship bloom even more between the two young heroes.

Gun shots rang out in the alleyway, a swish sound connecting as a criminal falls straight onto their ass.

The knight strides towards their foe, glowing pink eyes as their hand graze the brick walls. Sharp claws, scraping the damned bricks that dare to make any sound other than nails on a chalkboard. The criminal shake before getting up and running making the white bat smile.

“Oh I love it when they run…” they said before they disappeared within the shadows. Smiling their sharp fangs….

Meanwhile Robin, aka Damian was crouching on a roof. Patrol, well more like a sneaked out one as his father try to ban him from patrol until he can get his “act” right. Dick had called it a “rebellious teen phase” making Damian scoff at that. Damian was mostly out on patrol to catch a certain white knight that caught his heart and attention. He hated that he won’t admit that he had secured the white cloak he kept somewhere else.

Okay so maybe he sleep with it some nights (every night) when he wants to think of white knight. But that doesn’t mean he’s that attached to the bat. As he uses his binoculars to scan the area out, that’s when he sees a suspicious person running. But he’s eyes widen when he sees a flash of a white cloak that belonged to a certain knight. His knight. Damian immediately pulled out his grapple hook, ready to meet the person he was destined to meet again.

Back to the bat, they followed the damned criminal. Coming out of the shadows. The shadows belonged to a warehouse, an abandoned looking one as the bat narrowed their pink eyes. Scanning the area, a bright light shined on them. Making them tense as they pushed their cloak off their arms, ready to take on whoever was trying to jump them.

“Hah! The little bat fell for it!” The same criminal said as he smiled with a gold tooth. There were five more guys around, surrounding the young hero who definitely didn’t give a fuck how many there were. They were gonna kick their ass.

As one ran up on the bat, they swiftly dodged the rush and grabbed the crook’s arm. Twisting it before kicking the crook towards another one. As an another enemy was sneaking up behind the white knight, a bat-a-rang slashes their hand that dare tried to touch them.

“Not on my watch.” Robin said as he swooped down and drop kicked the criminal down. “Robin? What are you doing here” the bat says as Robin dusted himself off, immediately putting his back against their as a few more crooks showed up.

“I’m helping you. Isn’t that obvious?” He said with a bat smirk. The white bat laughed out loud, showing their pearly white fangs. “Ah I see…well. Welcome to the show birdy.” The bat says as Robin nodded. They both put their fists up and got to work.

Robin uppercut an enemy before slamming them to his knee, the bat swooped around. Back flipping onto an enemy’s neck and bringing them down to crack their neck on pavement. Smiling as they got up and go to work on the others.

Robin gave a nimble roundhouse kick before you appear above him and gave a nice axe kick. Completing the combo move as you landed gracefully by the bird. It seemed you beat the other up as Robin and you finished his last one. Your cloak covered your body as you looked at the boy wonder. “That was amazing….we should do this next time we meet up. The bat says as they look down at the bird. Robin didn’t say anything other than nodding. The bat nods and goes to walk off.

Meanwhile Robin sucked in his lower lip before grabbing their cloak, prompting the white knight to stop. “Wait….would like to patrol with me? Watch over Gotham, til it’s time for me to go?” He asked softly. The white knight smiled, their pink eyes glowing softly.

“Sure i would—”

Robin’s eyes widen as he immediately jumped in front of you, a shot rang from the air as the bat’s and bird’s ears rang. Robin falls to his knees, making the bat’s eyes widen with fear.

“ROBIN!” Immediately they turn to the person who shot the Batman’s sidekick. It was the criminal from the start of it all. The bat glared as they opened their mouth. A piercing scream came out like a wild tornado at the man. Throwing him across the stone wall of the warehouse.

The man tried to sit up only to get knocked down by a boot to his chest. Blazing pink eyes look at the man with rage as they open their mouth.

“You dare harm him…I shall not be the one to spare your life.” Wide bat wings sprouted from their back. The criminal whimpered as the bat attacked. Leaving screams and blood splattered, but after that was done. There were no traces.

Now it was only Damian moaning in pain and an angry bat’s protectiveness took place. The bat grabbed the boy and head off with a quick leap into the air and onto a roof..

“Fuck” the white knight says, dragging the word as they hopped roof to roof before jumping through an open window of their hide out. Holding the injured bird close to their body.

Lightly putting Damian down as he moans and groans. The bullet wasn’t made to just hurt you, it was made to kill you. And Damian could handle a bullet..or could he? Your thoughts was moving wild as Damian’s eyes were shut tight. Still making noise and gripping onto you as if you would disappear. You shush Damian, lifting his uniform shirt to get a look at the bullet wound.

It wasn’t too deep, but it was stuck. “Sorry Damian…this might hurt you.” You softly say as you used your sharp nails to dig it out. Damian yelled out loudly, making you cringe as you keep digging and digging. The squishy sounds of flesh and his agonizing screams made your heart sink a little. But it ended when you pulled it out perfectly in one piece and started to disinfect the wound.

Damian hissed with slight open eyes now, he felt embarrassed. He could take swords going through his arms by Slade , and practically anything he had to go through when being in league of assassins. But a bullet wound in his stomach that was meant for you.

And somehow he couldn’t handle the pain. That bullet was laced for something that was meant to kill you. But it couldn’t kill him, so he had to jump in front of you and take it. His eyes flutter looking at you, reaching a hand out and touching your cheek.

“You okay?” He asked as he tried to sit up, even if you had just bandaged him up and stitched the wound shut while he was stuck in his thoughts.

“You’re asking if I’m okay after literally taking a bullet for me.. color me stoke..you sure are something birdy..” you said in a low tone, your voice raspy from yelling his hero name as you got up from the bed side. Putting away the med kit. Damian slightly chuckled as he watched you carefully, “of course I have to ask for your wellbeing..we’re…partners..aren’t we?” He asked. He tried to make his tone not so obvious that he was nervous about the fact he said you two were technically friends.

You slowly turned your head around before turning it back at the door out of the room you both were in.

You smirked, “yeah.. I guess we are..”

White bat!reader tag: @minkyungseokie @amber-content @chibiduck

A/N: the more chapters go on, the more longer the story gets…awesome isn’t it?

[ms-musers]

The Birthday Comics (Tim’s Less Than Sweet 16th Birthday)

This is simply a (less in-depth) exploration into Robin (1993) Issues 116-120 for those curious. (I tried to be as direct as possible).

Issue 116 starts at the “conclusion” of another case that Tim had been working on. Due to his time spent on the case, he is less than aware of the timeline and namely that his 16th birthday is just around the corner (the coming Thursday (19th of July)).

Upon realizing that Tim is unaware that his 16th birthday is coming up, Dana (Tim’s father’s partner and icon of a woman), decides to have essentially a surprise party for Tim. 

During this party, as the gifts are being ripped into it is established that a gift of unknown origin (a box) was delivered to Tim’s place earlier that morning (it was addressed to Tim Drake).

Tim contacts Batman about the mystery gift as he is unsure what it is and suspects that it may be from an enemy who has put together that Tim Drake=Robin. Batman and Tim analyze the box and find finger prints belonging to a man named Draygo Balacki aka Yak Black. Yak Black is a henchman utilized by several other criminals within Gotham. He is strong; he is not smart.

To find information about Yak Black, Tim interrogates Harvey Dent while Batman interrogates the Penguin (both former employers of Yak Black). Batman contacts Tim during his interrogation with Dent and says Penguin has given him all the info they need and to meet at Yak’s place.

When running across Gotham rooftops to rendezvous with Batman, following their separate interrogations, the mystery box opens up and attaches wires to Tim’s face showing him a holographic Future Alfred.

Future Alfred talks in a creaky, tired, and desperate voice that is not as familiar as the normal Alfred tone that Tim is used to. Along with that, his right hand is no longer flesh.

Firstly, Future Alfred tells Tim that Yak Black was indeed the man who delivered the box, but that he would have slim to no recollection of doing so. Yak was acting on thought commands sent back in time from Future Alfred and Yak himself is not intelligent enough to have created the box. Secondly, Alfred tells Tim about the future of Gotham.

Essentially, someone, a friend of Tim’s, tried to rid Gotham of it’s corruption and in trying to do so became corrupt themselves (sacrificing too much for order). This friend was the catalyst to a war-ridden future Gotham wherein a group of heroes are at conflict with the government and state bodies over who “owns” Gotham/how to counteract crime.

Future Alfred says it is up to Tim to prevent this from happening--he must stop the catalyst before it is too late. However, before Alfred can name the person who started everything, he is struck down.

Of course, Tim does not believe all of this right away as there is too much going on at play. That being said, Tim does not tell Bruce (or anyone else for that matter) about Future Alfred--even when Batman implores into why Tim is starting to act strange and why he was late meeting up at Yak’s place (Batman takes Yak to the Batcave for questioning).

Tim flips between slight belief and complete disbelief eventually arriving to the conclusion that the holograph and the box were simply a trick--and he has suspicions as to who could be behind the trick. Tim suspects a man named Jaeger (an unethical monster hunter that Tim has fought with in the past) is extracting his revenge. However, this is quickly proven false after Tim’s investigation establishes that Jaeger is serving time in prison.

Following this, Batman contacts Tim with an update involving Yak. Batman interrogated Yak through various methods, one such method being “hypnotizing and regressing him [Yak] while hooked up to the Neuro-ontoscope”. The Neuro-ontoscope was a new device in the Bat cave that produced video and audio directly from a subject’s brain--their thoughts, memories, etc. Yak’s state of mind is nearly all blank, minus an audio that Tim recognizes as the voice of Future Alfred.

Tim is now starting to think that the Hologram was real and not a fake.

Tim heads to the Batcave only to find Yak running free within it. The two get into a fight and as a result the Neuro-ontoscope is crashed into and broken.

Tim now starts to critically look at everyone (hero-wise) he knows that could possibly be the catalyst for a war-ridden future Gotham... everyone--no exceptions. He starts to look at friends and family--desperately trying to piece together who could possibly be the one to “snap”.

Tim then comes up with a plan to talk to each person he thinks could turn (which was any of them). This plan involved showing each person the stepping stones that would led to the creation of a “better” Gotham-- a more controlled Gotham.

Essentially Tim was going to go up to them and say “hey, we should take over Gotham and be the only voice of justice seeing as the state and police can not handle it.” This plan was meant to work as a way of getting one of the individuals to show their true colors by not being so harsh in rejecting it or by agreeing with Tim to any extent.

However, on his way to implement the plan, another Holographic Future Alfred shows up, but wait--this one Tim can touch?? And unlike the first Future Alfred, this Alfred has lost the left arm--not his right arm.

There’s more off to this Alfred as well. It smells weird--of ozone fainter and... latex? Tim snaps and rips off the mask of the man pretending to be Future Alfred to reveal:

Alfred?

Following this, it is revealed that the whole thing was part of a training module made by Batman.

After hearing such, Tim snapped. He says he’s down and expresses that he was on the verge of a breakdown as he felt he could no longer trust anyone.

Towards the end of the 120, Steph paints the situation in a slightly different light. She points out the differences between the test Batman put her through and the test he put Tim through--mentioning that Batman believed Tim had the potential, and was ready to, become more.

This slightly frightened Tim.

But not enough to prevent him from picking back up the mantle.

[doomalade]

Two Face, aka Harvey Dent

Childhood was not easy for Harvey Dent, he grew up with a single father, who spent most of his time drinking and yelling at Harvey. This, however, only motivated Harvey to excel in life, managing to earn himself a full ride scholarship at Gotham University to study law. Before his graduation, his father passed away, leaving him only with his life savings and a double headed coin that belonged to his grandfather.

Harvey kept the coin as a reminder to keep pushing forward, and to use his education to help those in need. An idea that he shared with his best friend and college roommate, Bruce Wayne. While Bruce would go and travel the world after graduation, not returning to Gotham for years, Harvey managed to get elected as the defense attorney for Gotham. He won under his promise to fight against corruption, and his iconic slogan.

“I believe in Harvey Dent.”

However, Gotham was a rotten place, and Harvey’s steps to finally put the mafias and gangs of Gotham put him in constant danger. Luckily he had a silent guardian keeping him safe, and working with him and the new Commissioner Jim Gordon to fight back against crime. The Batman. At first wary and untrusting, Harvey grew respect for Batman as the crime families of Gotham slowly disintegrated. Best part of it all? He met the love of his life and they were going to get married and start a family in the reforming Gotham.

But then major members of crime families started to be killed, all with the same MO. First was on a Halloween night, where all was left by the body was a pumpkin and a Walter P8 with a filed off serial number, tape around the grip, and a bottle top as a make shift silencer.

Then came Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentines, Saint Patrick’s, April Fools, Easter, for a whole year the murders continued. “The Long Halloween” as it was dubbed, with even Batman unable to detect the culprit until the final target was reached.

The Bat stopped the Holiday killer that night, a power hungry son of the mob wanting to rule Gotham for himself. Batman failed to stop the scuffle that left Harvey’s cheek shot off, but also the one last trick of Holiday. Half of Harvey was covered in gasoline as he chased Holiday, and with the flick of a match, Harvey was lit a blaze.

Batman managed to put the fire out, but Harvey was badly burnt on one side of his body. It took months of recovery time, in which his wife had the child and left Gotham without Harvey. The two sided coin was all that Harvey had left, but one side was left slightly charred from the incident.

Without Harvey in court, one by one each of the mobsters managed to get back out on the street and causing chaos along with the spike of costumed criminals that popped up following Batman’s introduction to Gotham.

It was too much for Harvey, and he snapped, forming an alternate personality to hold his rage and anger at the world.

Now he is Two Face, determined to win against the mob at their own game, and fix Gotham his way, with no laws to get in his way.

Harvey knows this isn’t justice.

But Two Face demands revenge.

[kudosmyhero]

Batman (vol. 1) #307: Dark Messenger of Mercy

Read Date: November 27, 2022 Cover Date: January 1979 ● Writer: Len Wein ● Penciler: John Calnan ● Inker: Dick Giordano ● Colorist: Glynis Oliver ● Letterer: Ben Oda ● Editor: Julius Schwartz ◦ E. Nelson Bridwell ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● pg 2 - did Batman pose for that near life-size poster? To avoid graininess in a picture that size, you'd want bright studio lights and low ISO film… which tells me Batman went to a studio and posed heroically. That's my head canon now. ● pg 3 - Lucius! <3 (apparently his first appearance, according to the podcast!) ● I love reading the app on panel-by-panel because things like that lovely sunset sneak up on me ● (I just wish the DC app had the option to view the full page in addition to panel-by-panel like the Marvel app has) ● (and fix that screen rotation, DC! Jesus.) ● pg 5 - I like this guy's cranberry-colored suit. It works somehow. ● pg 6 - sputters GORDON ACTUALLY SAW BATMAN LEAVE ● pg 8 - the woman in pink looks delightful ● pg 9 - I love them all ● pg 13 - spill it, Quentin! ● pg 14 - I bet I know who that gloved hand belongs to… ● pg 14 - I've never seen Batman go out with visible bandages before now. It seems like it's a vulnerability that he would normally try his best to hide ● pg 17 - how tf did I not see that coming?

👏👏👏

Synopsis: A bag lady in a subway is murdered by poisoned gold coins laid on her eyes by a mysterious "benefactor" who kills her to release her from her squalid existence. After finishing business matters concerning Wayne Enterprises with the second in command, Lucius Fox, Bruce Wayne retreats to his apartment at twilight and learns about the ghastly murder from Alfred. Changing to Batman, he goes to the GCPD Headquarters, where he learns from Quentin Conroy, who files a complaint with Commissioner Gordon that the coins have been stolen from his late father's priceless collection.

Batman prowls the Gotham streets to look for the killer and finds a band of homeless people, led by Shamrock, a friend of the murder victim. During the visit he saves one of their number from being slain by the coin-killer, whom they recognize as John Francis Conroy, aka "Limehouse Jack", but the killer escapes. The street people tell Batman that Conroy disappeared from their group fifteen years ago. Batman confronts Quentin Conroy and learns that Limehouse Jack was his father. The elder Conroy succumbed to job pressure, left his family, and took to the streets. Though Conroy claims his father is dead, Batman is not so sure.

Later, masquerading as a panhandler, Batman traps and battles Limehouse Jack with the help of the street dwellers. Limehouse Jack proves to be Quentin Conroy, whose motivation was to "give (the street dwellers) peace!" Later, after Conroy is taken in, Batman tells Gordon that Conroy's shoe soles gave him away. One heel was worn away more than the other, and, though Conroy did not limp, "Limehouse Jack" certainly did.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Batman_Vol_1_307)

Fan Art: batman by Morriperkele

Accompanying Podcast: ● The Overlooked Dark Knight - episode 07

[ryoalouette]

At some point Danny is going to learn about the LOA and the LOA is going to learn about Danny.

Is not going to be beautiful, is not going to be a thriller action packed story, is not even going to be a spy story with each side planning ten steps ahead the other while staring at a chess board with some deep dialogue in between about the choices we make and destiny

Is going to be a-freaking-genocide!

The minute Danny learns of some humans stealing ectoplasm, corrupting it and using it for their own greed is the minute Danny is going to loose it

They are race made for war, they love nothing more than war and Danny will sent each and one of his soldiers in a holy mission to destroy those who dare to believe to be above dead

Bc not even Danny, Lord of balance is above dead, nobody is above dead and his mission is to put them in their place.

Cue to Danny using his last forces to once again to teleport an entire city to a different location, the Himalayas.

Goodbye Nandya Parbat and any other base of operations they might use (including his real-estate and underground base in Gotham City)

Hello Devapura (divine fortress)

Once the demon head and anybody related to him are dealt with (aka nightmare dimension until their souls fade), Danny and his family go to take a tour over their new city

Only to discover a nursery room with a one year old and a baby in a crib. Two babies with black hair and green eyes. Danny feels awful thinking that he could had hurt two innocent souls and fell immediately in love with the chubby babies so Tucker, Sam and him decided to adopt them since there wasn't a single soul left in the city besides those two. Ofc the other kids and the city is thrilled with the additions and there is a huge celebration

Bc nobody loves more life than dead

The sovereignty over the mountain range that are the Himalayas is never disputed again since now all belongs to Danny ( I mean, I think is very fitting since the word Himalaya comes from Sanskrit himá 'snow, frost', and ā-laya 'dwelling, abode' and Danny and his family most have ice cores, sorry Tucker, I know cold is not good for electronic cores like yours :/ ) He signs non-aggressive accords with Nepal, China, Pakistan, Bhutan and India to make sure nobody bothers them.

And he also starts and uneasy truce with the JL to make sure the supers don't try anything dumb again (the poor YJL is going to spend the rest of their punishment cleaning snow from everywhere. Tucker will burn the corpses since they don't deserve a proper burial and Sam will use whatever is left to feed her plants. They will not tell the kids or let them see, they are kids! Practically babies, they could get traumatized)

Now they all have a place that they can truly call home and wizards from all over the world go there to learn (well, few wizards, the craziest ones like Constantine) even if it's supposed to be a place of healing and enlightenment their definition of enlightenment is almost as skew as their ghostly sense of humor. Also, Danny and his people protect the commercial routes now between the five countries (and get paid for it).

Everybody thrives in the new snow city with Midwestern chaotic easiness

Back to the babies

Since Danny is not one to read papers he has no idea who might be their parents and the babies are not helping (I mean, the poor things can't even talk yet). Black hair and green eyes with Egyptian ethnicity is too vague of a description and they could do some blood test but.... who has time for those? They all assume their parents were members of the LOA and they don't need any more motivation than that. Later Tucker reads the papers and confirms this (although he doesn't reveal that the birth father of one of the babies might be alive and burns everything along with any digital copy he can find. He also burns anything that has the name Wayne in it, including some hot emails between said Wayne and a member of the LOA. Tucker has no idea who is this Wayne but mad respect for falling for a woman that could crush you with her tights)

Since both babies have green eyes Danny names the elder girl Aurora and the young boy Jade (Orion, Selene, Sirius, Vega and Maia are not very happy with Jade's name they rather have another space sibling. Danielle, Raven and Edgar would rather not so they are ok with it but are not happy with Aurora). Unfortunately, since he is the king, once he names a baby the realms will not accept another name until said baby is old and strong enough to change it themselves)

Machi's #7 DP x DC Prompt

We all know that at some point Pariah Dark dumped Amity Park into the Ghost Zone. So, what if when Danny is king he tries to put the city back in its place only to pick the wrong dimension? Now all the DC heroes are freaking out bc of the fae city that has appeared out of nowhere.

[arty-chase]

Biodad! Bruce Wayne

Realised I haven't posted anything Maribat related in a while. Also realised that it's Biodad! Bruce Wayne month.

I am currently on break from fic writing until October. This happened because the wifi was out for a while and I lacked motivation to study.

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Marinette is a Wayne and everyone knows except for the new kids aka Alya, Adrien and Lila.

Mari doesn't flaunt her wealth or tried to hide it but everyone just sort of forgets when she is as down to earth as the rest of them.

Except for the certain times she shows it and everyone is violently reminded that she is richer than Chloe Bourgeosis (who can't stand that fact.)

Picture this, Set season 3-ish, Spring Break is over and everyone is coming back from their vacation.

Chloe comes in a limo and bragging about her vacation in the Carribean or something.

Adrien looks around and is like, "Where's Marinette?"

Marinette hasn't been heard from all break and Alya is only aware that she is visiting family in the States.

Anyways, bell rings to signal classes and still no sign of Marinette.

Then, the chopping sounds of a helicopter is heard and everyone looks up to the sky and sees one.

Everyone moved out of the way as they realised that it was going to land in the courtyard (Or the sake of crack and the magic of imagination and fiction, let's pretend this is allowed and possible)

"I wonder if that is a new student." Adrien wondered.

"Ooh, I hope they aren't another Chloe. They seem rich if they are coming to school by helicopter." Alya said.

"That's Marinette." Nino explained.

"Where?" Adrien looked around for his very good friend.

"The helicopter. It's hers. Well, it belongs to her family. See?" Nino pointed out the Wayne logo to his friends.

"No freaking way." Alya exclaimed, "Marinette's not…" She stopped upon seeing a familiar girl exit the helicopter, arguing with a man in English.

"B, I am not going back out on this. I am staying in Paris and that is final." Marinette yelled.

"Sweetheart, but think of the akumas. They are dangerous." The man tried to appeal to her.

"It's fine and I am not dead yet. Plus I don't want you bubble wrapping me to 'protect' me if I stay in Gotham."

"I am not that bad."

"It's that Bruce Wayne? That's Bruce Wayne." Alya pointed and turned to Nino, "Why is Bruce Wayne here and why does Marinette know him?"

"You don't know?"

"Of course, I don't." Alya feels like there is a story here and Nino is not telling her what it is.

Adrien raised his hands, "Same here."

"How do you not know?" Nino waved towards the pair, "Mari's father is Bruce Wayne."

"What?" Alya and Adrien exclaimed. Brain.exe has stopped working.

"Everybody knew that."

"We didn't. What do you mean my girl's father is one of the richest man on the planet?" Alya demanded as she shook her boyfriend for more answers.

"I know it sounds hard to believe but yeah. Marinette is Bruce Wayne's daughter."

Alya walked away in disbelief and muttering on her phone, trying to see if it was true. She screamed, "Oh my God" when she found Marinette's Wikipedia page.

Adrien is just looking like a lost puppy.

"Dude, you okay?" Nino asked.

"Why didn't Marinette tell me? I thought we were friends."

"Adrien, I think she forgot that you didn't know since all of us already knew and plus I thought you would have known before this. Don't you rich kids hang out in the same circles or something?"

"If my father lets me go out and that is rarely. So no."

"Oh right, your old man. Look, Mme. Mendeleeve is coming. We better get to class. You can ask Marinette why she didn't tell you then."

In the Meantime, Marinette and Bruce had stopped yelling at each other and were angrily doing ASL to communicate hero business.

The helicopter had flew away after dropping off its passengers.

"Mme. Marinette and M. Wayne, it's time for Mademoiselle's class to start so I hope you can continue this fight after school." Mme. Mendeleeve interuppted them.

"Yes, Ma'am/miss"

"And Marinette," Bruce called, "We will negotiate this for a compromise over lunch."

"Fine." Marinette groaned and walked away with the teacher.

Bruce ignored Damocles, who had hurriedly changed out of his Owl Knight costume to greet the billionaire, as he made his way to the expensive-looking car parked in front of the school.

"Oh, wait. Principal Damocles." Bruce said as if he remembered something before opening the door, "Marinette had been complaining about another girl in her class who had been threatening her and apparently framing her for cheating on test and theft. I was also told that she was expelled because of it. Why was I not aware about this?"

Damocles paled and stuttered out a poor excuse.

"I also hear that the Bourgeosis girl is still having her way with everything and picking fights with my daughter."

"About that. Chloe insists on being in the same class as Marinette and the Mayor intervene everytime we try to do something about it."

"I see. I am already considering pulling her out since Hawkmoth is making a big mess of the city. At least back at home, there are protocols in school for attacks but I don't see any in your school policies for akuma attacks."

"Um. We- er are working on it. You see Hawkmoth is a recent thing and um-" Blah. blah. blah. Bruce just hears more excuses.

"Hn." and Bruce gets into his car and drove away.

Damocles made a note to tell Bustier to take Marinette's side for a while.

In the class, Lila was eagerly bristling with excitement. There was a new student in school who arrived by helicopter and it had the Wayne logo. One of the richest children in the world was attending the school. Forget Agreste, this was a bigger fish to fry. She was far away to see who the student was and Mme. Mendeleeve prevented her from getting a closer look but she could recognise them by the red clothes they wore to school. Hopefully, they were in the same class as hers. Lila prayed hard to see a new face as people trickled in. She even got Nathaniel to sit with Ivan so there is an empty seat next to her.

However, she had no luck when Marinette, usually the last one to class, arrived and there was still no new student.

That is until Adrien asked loud enough for everyone to hear, "Marinette, why didn't you tell me that your father is Bruce Wayne?"

Lila nearly crack her neck by turning her head so fast to stare at Marinette who answered, "I thought you already knew." in a confused tone.

Sure enough, Marinette was wearing the same clothes the supposed Wayne child had. Lila has a crisis since one of the best golden ticket to fame and fortune already knew she was a liar.

"Is he really your father?" Alya grabbed Marinette.

"Yes." Marinette looked between Adrien and Alya who both looked betrayed, "Why do you look so confused about it? Everybody knew."

"Everybody. Except us."

Lila picked that moment to chimed in, "Marinette, how could you not tell me that you are a Wayne? I thought that we were friends." Hoping she could salvage something.

Marinette made a face and it was gone as she replied, "It's not like I hid the fact that I am a Wayne. Maybe I wasn't as obvious about my wealth like Chloe and most people assumed that my last name is Dupain-Cheng because she called me that. I kinda forgot you didn't know because everyone already knew. So no hard feelings?"

Alya sighed, "I can't get mad when I know how scattered you get. I mean some things are now obvious now that I think about it and it explains some things."

The rest of the day, Lila tries to act all buddy-buddy with Marinette and Marinette ignores her.

[thanks-captain-obvious]

Anddddd now I'm back for another Daminette hc's. God, please someone stop me

Part 1

First of all, Chat Noir is a cute smol bean here. He is not a bad potato.

Second, he and LB had been fighting Hawkmoth for three years. The public and the Mayor's office had been pressuring them to put a stop to Hawkmoth's reign once and for all or else they will label the heroes as enemies.

They are sixteen fucking years old for God's sake.

Anyway, another lead has made Marinette suspect Gabriel once again. On the other side of Paris, Hawkmoth had suspected one Marinette Dupain-Cheng as the girl behind the Miraculous Ladybug of Paris at the same time.

Shit is getting real.

Marinette decided to make her own covert investigation, deciding to keep it a secret even to Chat Noir until she had more solid proof.

She tracked down the areas where the civilians gets akumatized, the time of day etc. She also asked Max to teach her some tech hacks.

Finally, she had gathered enough evidence and presented it to Chat Noir.

Her presentation had been met with cynicism at first. Eventually, Chat had to admit that she has a point.

Gabriel, on the other hand, during all this time, had hired some man to tail Marinette.

Needless to say, Marinette had discovered Hawkmoth's identity the same time Gabriel had known Ladybug's identity.

The two heroes attacked Gabriel in his mansion. The fight had been gruesome and brutal.

Gabriel, admitting defeat bitterly, decided to kill than to get caught by the police.

But not before laughing bitterly then maniacally.

Gabriel aka Hawkmoth, now irredeemably evil, revealed that earlier this day, sent hired arsonists to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Ladybug, abandoning the fight and leaving Chat to deal with the police, with her heart pounding rushed to her home.

Only to find out her home now gone. She frantically tried to look for her parents, hysterical.

The firefighters found the burned bodies of her parents. LB kneeled numbly on the ground. At first the people looked incertain why she is acting like that. Until they heard her continually chanting "Maman, Papa..."

It was on this that she accidentally outed her identity.

So a funeral is held, Marinette is numb to everything. Lila had somehow been apprehended and connected to Hawkmoth by the police.

Chat Noir disappeared without a trace but before leaving her a letter that he heard rumors about her identity. He revealed he is Adrien Agreste to make it fair. But for now, he decided to distanced himself from her because he don't think he can handle any more trauma now and identity reveal would be an added shock.

I mean, come on. He's only human. Let's not give him shit for this.

Marinette realized Chadrien is right. Maybe what they needed is distance away from all this to sort their thoughts out.

And so, donning the horse miraculous, she requested to Kaalki to bring her in a place that greatly opposes everything that the City of Love represents.

Welcome to Gotham!

She bought herself a tiny apartment and set up what little belongings she has with her person there.

Marinette tried to live simply and normal. Whenever there is a villain attack, she would watch from the sidelines and prepare to intervene if necessary.

She would also randomly leave cookies and milk on the rooftop of her apartment.

Anyway, somehow someway, Batman met Marinette.

After six months of knowing her, Batman asked her about family and Marinette mentioned as casual as possible that she is an orphan and they died in the fire.

The next day, Marinette received a letter in the mail about an exclusive invitation by Bruce Wayne.

And somehow, by the end of the dinner, Bruce had adopted her.

What?

The next day, Bruce introduced her to the family.

Alfred: I shall start preparing her chambers then.

Dick: *facepalms*

Jason: Are you fucking serious!? (ALFRED IN THE BACKGROUND: MASTER JASON!)

Tim: *blinks*

Damian: *scowls*

By the end of the day, everybody in the manor is putty in her hands. And Alfred may have or may have not a new favorite Wayne.

Everyone is delighted by the new Wayne except Damian.

This resulted on a big fight.

Damian tried to convince his father otherwise but Bruce is determined to adopt her. So for the course of one month, Damian picked fights with Marinette.

Marinette ignored him to the eternal frustration of the youngest Bat Brat.

Until one day, Marinette asked for Bruce permission's to sketch on the museum.

Later that day, Bruce received a report an attack is happening on the museum.

The Batfam, even Robin, is a little worried for the newest Wayne.

Their worry increased tenfold when they noticed that Scarecrow is holding Marinette hostage.

Nghtwing and Red Robin is holding back an angry Red Hood.

Only Robin noticed that Marinette is being eerily calmed about being held hostage.

The Batfam surrounded Scarecrow and in desperation, injected Marinette with the fear toxin.

They awaited in baited breath of what is sure to come a terrified scream from the tiny petite girl.

Except: It never came.

Her eyes only widened for a moment before it settled into its calmed blue sapphires.

What the fuck?

Anyway, after the attack and once Scarecrow is apprehended, Red Hood insisted they still use the antidote on Marinette.

That night, everyone on the manor had watched Marinette discreetly.

Bruce called for Marinette in his study and asked her about the attack.

She swear over and over again that she is okay and there is nothing to worry about.

Meanwhile, Tim run reports about Marinette only for his search to turn out empty.

This raised suspicion about Marinette and her past.

They first asked Bruce since he is the one who met her first. He explained what he know which isn't much.

Marinette noticed their change in attitude but did not say anything. Only Damian remained consistent— still picking fights. Which isn't much since she usually ignore him.

Damian, on his way to the Batcave for their nightly patrols, passed Marinette room only to hear silent sobs.

Alarmed, he kicked the door open to find a sleeping Marinette crying in her sleep.

Marinette jolted and scowled when she noticed Damian. Before he could demand why she is crying, Marinette turned her back on him and covered herself in blanket.

Damian kept silent on what he found but the Batfam definitely noticed Robin's weird behavior during patrol.

Here • Part 2 • Part 3

[unmaskedagain]

Batfamily/Ducktales AU

Someone’s going to hate me for this!

I’ve been binging ducktales 2017 lately, like a lot, and also seeing all these batfam posts here on tumblr and I couldn’t help but think…

The mystery and story lines of Ducktales could really flow well Batfamily.

Just imagine; Recluse billionaire Bruce Wayne; cranky, acts older than he is, and would never EVER be seen without a custom design suit. Bruce long since retired from his days as a great adventurer (Secretly batman) after a terrible tragedy that no one ever speak off…

Mostly because it cost him everything; his money, his family and, some would even dare whisper, what was left of his heart.

Ten to thirteen years after the mysterious event occurred, Van Wayne (Bruce’s cousin) shows up in drive way with three kids of various ages sitting in the car making Awed eyes at Bruce. Kids he hadn’t seen in nearly a decade: Dick, Jason, and Tim. Bruce is both heartbroken and overjoyed to see them.

Overjoyed because…

These are Katie’s adopted kids. His cousin Kate Kane who he hadn’t thought of in… Had refused to think of for quite some time.

Heartbroken because…

These were Katie’s kids. Her little boys. When did they get so big? Had it really been that long? Heartbroken and angry because he can’t help but remember it was his fault. All his fault. His fault for why three little boys grew up without their mom.

It turns out Alfred agreed that Bruce would watch the kids while Van is gone.

The boys are overjoyed that their Uncle Van (really cousin) is leaving them with the infamous Bruce Wayne.

In this situation:

Tim would be Huey despite being the youngest in this AU.

Jason is of course Louie.

And Dick is Dewey.

Bruce has no idea what to do with these kids and decides to just ignore them and leave them to.

Alfred is of course the former super spy and ultra British Mrs Beakly who is just too badass for words. He is caring for his hyper scary goddaughter/granddaughter…

I want to say Barbara Gordon. Well trained, mini-spy, who is obsessed with the mysteries of the Wayne family.

Less than an hour at the Wayne Manor, the boys and Barbara nearly cause the apocalypse after discovering the dust covered batcave and reawakening some ancient demon.

Together, Bruce and the kids team up to stop the evil force. They do and it reawakened Bruce’s love for adventure, mysteries, and stopping crimes.

Near the end of the first adventure, Dick discovers a portrait of his mom. He barely remembered her and no one talked about her.

Somewhere along the line, he discovers an apology letter from Kate Kane, his mom, to Bruce:

Bruce,

I took the Spear of Selene.

I’m sorry,

Kate.

Dick vows to find out the truth of what happened to his mother. Through the amazing death defying adventure the family grows closer and finally feels like a really family, all while Dick with the help of Barbara is hunting for the truth; refusing to even tell his brothers until he knows what really happened.

All while these is happening Bruce’s greatest enemy is working behind the scenes to restore his/her power by using/forcing Cassandra to get close to Barbara and get back an artifact that will restore their powers. Ra’s Al ghul.

Lex Luther (The Au’s Glomgold) wants to be richest man on earth, unfortunately that title currently belongs to Bruce. Cue elaborate schemes to become the richest by eliminating Bruce that never EVER work.

Lucius Fox, nicknamed by other inventors as Gearloose, gets back into inventing which cause Bruce to remember why he promoted his dear friend; all of Lucius’ inventions go evil or are just “wildly misunderstood”.

Selena Kyle aka Catwoman is the master thief, and the only adventure to rival Bruce.

Then when the family is at his closest, when they all really feel like a family, when Bruce is more than just an estranged Uncle the kids never heard of before but feels almost father-like to these kids, the truth comes out.

The boys accuse Bruce of being the reason they don’t have a mom.

And once more, The tragedy of Spear of Selene shatters everything.

Bruce is, once again, left alone in his manor; his family gone, his desire for adventure and life gone, the pieces of his heart he didn’t even realized still worked anymore were gone again.

All that’s left is the bitter broken man he had been at the start of the tale.

Unfortunately, it’s at this time that Ra’s Al Ghul steals back the artifact and unleashes his shadows to destroy all of Gotham.

In order to save their beloved city, the family must put aside their differences and hurt and work together to save the day.

[callmesteve]

dami-centric fic recs

coming back to that anon ask i had yesterday, it’s now sunday, and i Swear that i tried to write a new post with a handful of fic recs, but tumblr deleted it so now i’m going to scream. so. read these:

(see them under the cut!)

We want what little love we hold by AutumnHobbit

audreycritter: somewhere in the Wayne Manor there is a wall of pictures, each with Bruce in a suit and one of the kids in a suit or a dress, standing in a courtroom at the end of an adoption hearing.

___________

So I started thinking, 'how would Damian feel, to come to the Manor with all of his issues, and see a hallway full of photos of his father with his adopted children?'

a little bit of dami & tim bonding, but mostly just dami-centric! very good read!!

Assassins and Animal Crossing by minkspit

In which Damian Wayne doesn't know how to play video games, or be a child, but tries at both. Oneshot.

dami plays some animal crossing and bonds a tiny bit with tim! very cute!!

Just to See You by DawnsEternalLight

Damian is struck blind temporarily and while he is recovering Grayson makes it very hard for Damian to keep his promise to himself not to be a burden and rely on his brother.

literally everything by this author is amazing and id honestly be surprised if you told me you havent checked them out yet?? 

Take Your Child to Work Day by FidotheFinch

The Wayne family must make an appearance at Wayne Enterprise's "Take your Child to Work" Day, but it doesn't mean they have to sit in Bruce's office the entire time. The kids hang out in the daycare center, and Damian meets a child who doesn't belong. His plans to reunite her with her father are thwarted when there's an intruder.

i absolutely love this author’s writing, by the by, and this is a very nice fic!! 

Even Ashes Burn in Wildfires by solar_celeste

Damian Wayne is familiar with being the target of one's apathy, he is friends with despondency and longing. He is aware that people move through life by prioritizing what is most important to them, directing their time and energy into what is most beloved, after all, he often does the same. But Damian also knows he needs to accept that he will never be anyone's priority. A task he is quickly finding is easier said than done, because it is love and acceptance that is the most foreign to him.

~

“Damian was rather well aware that he was hard to love. He wasn’t made to be loved, he had been created with the intent to be used. He had been constructed piece by piece, designed to fulfill missions, to serve a purpose. If he was seen ill-fit, then there was no justification for his existence.”

this is part of a bigger series, and im totally excited to see where they take it!! it’s about depressed damian, but it’s still a very good dami-centric read!

The Nature of Things by FidotheFinch

“Nobody got hurt.”

For a moment it looked like Tim wanted to say something to the contrary, but then he settled on, “Not tonight, no thanks to you. But it has happened, and it will happen again.

“You destroy everything, Damian. It’s in your nature.”

bruce brings home a dog (that they’re not supposed to be keeping) and dami takes care of her for a little bit! it’s a bit of a whole moral-thing with dami, too, but fido’s a really good writer, which is why there’s a second fic here by them!

Bleeding Needs of Acceptance by MashpotatoeQueen5

Damian shows up in the dead of night at Gotham City with swords on his back and a chip in his shoulder, ten years old with blood on his hands and a scowl so fierce that grown men have been known to turn away from it.

He’s on the run, but at the same time not, and he’s not sure what he’s doing but he knows what he’s expecting, because he’s there to see his Father and his Father was surely just like the stories his Mother used to tell; tall and strong and brave, a shadow in the night, the call of vengeance in the streets, a detective in his mind and a warrior in his soul, an experienced and incredible fighter who was and is everything that Damian should ever try to be.

Batman is all these things. Father is all these things. And yet, somehow, he still doesn’t quite match Damian’s expectations.

Nobody does.

(AKA That one fic with the focus on the fact that Damian was trained to be a killer ninja in probably not so good conditions, and that a sudden transition to the crazy Batfam and- more importantly- Dick Grayson, probably wasn't the easiest to deal with.)

ill have to be honest with you, i haven’t read this fic in a while! but! the author writes amazing things and their characterization is always on point in their other fics! plus, i’m pretty sure that this was the first fic i ever read involving dami, and it really drew me into the fandom!

Lost on Aisle 4 by DawnsEternalLight

Damian did not think this would happen to him, ever. He did not think he could possibly lose Grayson like this. Thankfully, his brother can always find him. Even in the maze that is Costco.

dami gets lost and it’s really adorable!

[imaginedcreaderinsert]

The one — Jason Todd + Reader (x Nightwing?)

ANGST PROMPT: " Forever and ever. That's how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back." 

Summary: And with alcohol, memories inevitably come. There’s silence, there’s stares that promise much more than what’s actually shown; but nothing can be said when everything else is said and done. It’s been three years after all, and everyone is pretty much over that old story, right? // AKA Reader confessed to J. Todd three years ago. Things didn’t turn out okay.

WORD COUNT: 5584. IT’S A LONG READ, GUYS. And the summary part actually comes towards the ending, but I felt like the slow start and context was needed to understand the characters a bit better.

AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22422967/chapters/53574076

TW: implied depression, self-harming and Jason’s canon death. I don’t actually follow the comics so I’ve tried as best as I could. I hope it makes sense.

Bruce Wayne couldn’t trust anyone, but the (L/N)’s were pretty damn okay; or so Jason thought when he was a kid. They were one of those old money families, but they were never rude nor disrespectful. Some of their views were pretty conservative, but Dick said once that they could have turn out for the worse had it not been for the adoption of the jewel of the family, (Y/N). No one never really questioned the biological apparent differences, as evident as they were; but neither Dick nor Jason ever really commented on it. “Blood is thicker than water” they used to say, but just as it didn’t seem to matter much to (Y/N), it never really made any sense to the Robins. She was two years older than him when they met, and as expected of any girl of her age, her eyes always searched for Dick’s, who kindly and just for the amusement usually looked back.

Jason never really quite understood the purpose of galas until he saw her giving her first actual speech, a few months after her first debutante ball. It had been a pretty big deal around Gotham, seeing as she was very soon interested in politics and in social reforms in Gotham, specially on educational and “bad” districts, those of dubious reputation. Her eyes were transfixed in something much more far away the public, and her hands had been shaking uncontrollably before getting up the stage. She had been looking over her small flashcards, and even if it had been “old big brother” Dick the one massaging her shoulders, in an attempt to calm her down, her last shy smile had been directed at him, not Grayson. That had made him feel special, and well, it’s not like you two didn’t get on well; the relationship carried on was merely filial, annoying each other. Dick had been too old to keep up with those antics, and he didn’t have really the time except for a few flirty and innocent exchanges. It had been left then for both of them to keep up like that, and it had been amusing, funny: she was witty, quick, sharp… It was entertaining to say the least, but the first time he saw her terrified like that, just seconds before getting up that big stage all by herself, something in his heart ached. But their relationship had never been like that, and he was a bit awkward like that by that age.

Once she had been done and she had been so well-received, she had taken enough photos, praised, acclaimed, her legs almost gave out once in the shadows. He had been the one to catch her, and she had shyly smiled, stumbling on her words and excited, happy, euphoric. Many emotions, some of which he never had the opportunity to experience as a Robin and Jason Todd, which he unconsciously treasured. He laughed at her while she got embarrassed and tried to lightly smack him. Maybe it had been nothing more than a mutual crush, or maybe they had in origin been truly destined to end up together: they way they bickered, could keep up with each other antics could have been considered an early sign. But those things don’t really matter anymore, do they? Not once he’s dead and done for.

 * * *

They were hard years. The Wayne family had been close to yours and losing your father in a shooting months after Jason’s death had been too much for your young and fragile heart. Father was never really expressive; instead he compensated it with expensive jewelry, dresses and gifts that could make any girl cry. You tried to understand him, you really did: but you never fully got closure. And Jason devasted you: your childhood friend, the first actual person whom you shared some of your first memories, experiences like a sleepover, a pillow fight, alcohol tasting and a shy and awkward drunken kiss... He had been your first crush and maybe – maybe eventually it could have been much more, but now it doesn’t matter. That’s what you tell your therapist sometimes, with tears in your eyes, even when both of you are fully aware that you will never get over it, any of them. You don’t acknowledge the trauma, and for some time, half a year, you don’t really know how to continue: but you slowly get up. It takes some tries, some stupid mistakes (a razor, blood, crying) but someone hears you. It’s not someone you would expect to, but he with his own shine extends his hand and you slowly, with some relapses, eventually take it. And it slowly gets better, the pain subdues.

It never really dies, but there are no nightmares, and when it does get bad, he comes or invites you in. Bruce is not the same, and Alfred understands. There’s nothing wrong in entering his sheets and sleeping in his bed – and sometimes, when you think he doesn’t notice, you even escape to His room, the one that belongs to that presence that always looms over you like a protector and a constant reminder, and search for something of his to take with you, anything.

Anything to not forget him.

***

It’s difficult to explain. You don’t really understand it the first time they tell you, and you can’t believe it until you see it with your own eyes, but things do change around you, and you have no alternative but to accept it, even when you don’t see him the first time with your own eyes. Dick is affected, and Bruce is in shock, but Jason Todd is back alive and with a new identity: they open up their secret to you, being as close as you are to the family already, and-well. It’s a shock at first, but nothing you have to digest over for hours, since your mind seems to only concentrated on that figure which has hunt you for years in dreams, in impossible scenarios you’ve sometimes created where you grew old – and suddenly he’s in the same room as you are and you start to cry, to sob. You can’t stop, but he doesn’t try to: actually he doesn’t do anything but look at you, almost indifferently, and it hurts, but it’s a comfort to finally have him home.

Like you’ve always been waiting for him and suddenly you have him wrapped tight around comfortable sheets to never let him go. Finally, you can sleep.

 * * *

—So did he-?

—No, he didn’t until at least five. Bruce didn’t wait for him this time, but he was worried. We all are, actually.

Your phone uncomfortably rests between your shoulder and your ear, and you know it’s dangerous, but you had to ask for him. Yes, you could have asked for Drumble to give you a ride to classes, as it is expected of you, but you don’t really want to conform yet. It gives you some independence and sense of empowerment – and no, you are not saying your mum isn’t, but she’s never really been the same since your father passed away.

—Again? But what does he do?—There’s hurt in your voice, a sigh of exasperation. You can’t really fall asleep until Dick, Nightwing, tells you that he’s arrived safely into the manor. He’s still getting used to it, specially his old room which has never been touched – save from cleaning and dusting—. Just-just tell him to give me a call whenever he can. We were supposed to meet tonight, but I don’t know if we are still on for it. I’ve been trying to call him and-

—His phone might be dead. Don’t worry about it, I’ll ask him about it. Have you yet-?

—No, it’s too early—. You quickly answer. Life is great, you love your life at this moment and time: but you are too conscious of death, of sudden changes and it scares you to death what it might mean if you do that. Things haven’t been the same, and well, he’s now nineteen, you are barely twenty-one and Dick is twenty-six.

—It’s been more than half a year, and you two have been hanging out at his safe house -wherever the hell it might be in Gotham, not that I care- for the last four months. Do you truly think-?

—Dick, I have to go, but yes, I just-don’t see him looking at me like that. Like when we were kids.

—Precisely, (Y/N), you were kids! You can’t expect-

You hang up the call, and sigh. You already know that, but you too know, you at least think, that he doesn’t look at you the way he’s supposed to. And you understand, you know-you know how hard he has it. You wouldn’t expect him to be any other way and you are not going to demand it. And well, it isn’t like he’s dating other girls or taking them home, in that sense you think. His late run-ins are just his ways of coping with his actual situation, and he’s just managing as well as he can.

Your knuckles are white while you drive, and you don’t notice until you release the steering wheel that you know, are aware of, the excuses you are giving him. But no, that’s not it: you are not really hoping for anything. You just want him to be happy.

But wouldn’t it be great to be happy together?

 * * *

You have blurted it out and-shit, he’s not saying anything. You didn’t expect him to anyways but-but you kind of did. And it hurts how he stops with the pizza midway to his mouth, his perfect and gorgeous mouth, slightly bruised from some nights before – it’s like he can’t eat anymore, he has lost his appetite.

In your head it was romantic, it was much better: the lights were dim and there was probably and orangey undertone making it more intimate, cozy; he was probably cuddling you and both of your eyes met. The moment demanded it, and you would slowly said it out, with hopes that he would too: you would know it as soon as his cold eyes would soften, just as they use to every time he comes in from the window, covered in sweat and-

—What do you mean “you love me”?—. You hate his cold tone, the way he says it like it’s foreign to him, he is detached from it. He is not confused; but he doesn’t understand it. Like it’s not something possible—. Wh-how? Since when?

His questioning gives out two things: one, he truly doesn’t expect it. You haven’t made it obvious so that he wouldn’t feel pressured, but this is the worst. And well, two, he doesn’t love you. You know it the moment his blue eyes crush yours, and it’s nothing like when you were twelve and he caught you in his arms. He was a bit breathless, a bit timid; and even when he wasn’t particularly talkative, you always knew he had your back, he was looking out for you. Now he’s only looking for himself – and so much, he didn’t even notice you looking out for him.

—I don’t know. Probably since forever, but I didn’t-I couldn’t know. I didn’t have the time to properly tell you, acknowledge it when I was a kid until you-

—But you wanted Dick. You’ve always wanted Dick.

TV is in the back, but it’s more of a white noise now that he’s said that. Has he always thought that, has he come back with that idea in mind? Were you so blind that you have let him think that, confirmed it unknowingly seemingly as you ran to him every time you had a problem? It wasn’t done on purpose, but these years-no. It can’t have been.

—I found him interesting when were kids, but he’s-God. He’s twenty-six, Jay. And-

—Well, it doesn’t-I mean. Ugh—. He rubs his neck before slumping into the sofa. The one where you’ve been until very late these last months watching stupid shows and movies, black and white movies that he missed and loves. You have shared a blanket, he has fallen asleep in your shoulder plenty of times, and he has always made sure you slept through all the night whenever you slept. Suddenly it’s uncomfortable, new to both of you: neither knows how to behave, move, or sit—. I mean, I just don’t see you that way. I may have at some point but not-not now.

He’s troubled. He feels very small in the sofa, you can tell; he’s looking for the corner to retract himself into and unconsciously hide. You stand up and make an attempt to search for your things and go, because you have fucked things up but-but you lost him almost four years ago. You can’t lose him again. Won’t without a fight at least.

—Look, Jay-Jason—. You correct yourself when you see the coldness in his eyes, how he doesn’t seem to really see you. It hurts. He doesn’t want you there. But you won’t give up. You sigh, coming up to him, until you are down on your knees on the carpet, your hand on the sofa and the space where his body is not. It takes you a bit to start talking, but he waits—. I love you. Not for what you were, or any idealization I have of you in my mind. I truly do feel that way about you, and genuinely care… Okay? Please, Jay, look at me.

He’s… Scared. And uncomfortable. Of course he is. Some feelings are still too overwhelming and being alive again – three years erased from his own mind, having passed him over like it’s nothing, a mere blink of the eye – it’s still something he cannot get used to. His own body is sometimes unknown to him, and he feels a strange dissociation of the self from time to time. It’s hard. It’s not him that’s in control, but a complete stranger that he vaguely knows, that sometimes moves like him, acts like him and speaks like him... But it’s not him. Or at least that’s how he has described it, when he’s tired enough and he needs to talk to someone, you being of course always close and available one call away. But now it’s like all of that is over.

—I love you. And that is going to be-it’s going to go on forever. I adore you, every part of your soul: and no, before you even dare, it’s not damaged—. He barely smiles, but it gives you strength to continue—. You are not damaged. Bad things have happened to you, that’s all, and that’s not your fault. You can take as much time as you need, I’m never going to pressure you. I just want to take care of you and make sure you are okay.

Pizza night is still on and thus you eat it all away, everything sealed with a peck on his cheek which he has conceded. And you like that. You smile and sit close to him, but he never attempts to touch you or move. It’s like he’s paralyzed by fear.

 * * *

Life moves on, but he doesn’t come any closer. It hurts you, because he actually starts to avoid you at times. It’s a severe accusation, but you catch him red-handed when one night he excuses himself away with the pretext of a stakeout which will probably take him a week, disappearing for a few days… And when Tim invites you over, he’s there, going down the stairs like it’s nothing, like he doesn’t even try to hide it. You cry in the bathroom for fifteen minutes before excusing yourself for the night – and things don’t get better after that.

You feel like you’ve lost him for a second time, and everything this time is your fault.

 * * *

He comes to your birthday and you assume that’s a good thing. After two months out of your life, two months where you cry and isolate yourself totally from the rest, he seems to finally come around, apologizing. He doesn’t give you any answer, and as you’ve promised, you don’t pressure him into that. He is relieved, and you are so scared of losing him one more time that you try to be good and stay a good friend. Your heart aches, most often than not now that you start going out into bars: yes, you have a really good time when you play darts or some pool, but whenever a girl tries to enter into the conversation, flirt, you feel like vomiting. It’s not jealousy since this would meant you had a chance from the start at it, but it really is the way his eyes move around their bodies, interested: he’s never looked at you that way. You are just the friend, and he will probably never move past that; but still you try, truly, to be a good friend.

Dick pities you, comforts you often; Jason doesn’t know, but you think he wouldn’t care anyways.  Nightwing is settled down anyways; he has been for some time, and you give him advice, but it’s mostly him that tries to make you laugh, feel better about the situation. Trying to love him hurts you, but you love him too much to give up. Still, you don’t want him to be that troubled again, and worse than that, be the source of all his problems. So instead you make him laugh, you go to the movies from time to time, and play some arcade, eat some pizza; and everything is still the same.

 * * *

—It’s a stupid gala anyways. Who the hell in Gotham cares that it’s Tim’s nineteenth birthday?

—Dumbass, he’s your-oh, forget it, you are too drunk. You wouldn’t understand.

—You wouldn’t understand!

You both laugh, but don’t really know why or what about. It’s been two years and you are close, terribly so; Jason is at a better place and that makes you incredibly happy. He doesn’t wake up in cold sweat anymore and he can sleep five hours straight. Sometimes he even stays in until late in bed on Sundays: you two talk all morning and can hear his bed creaking, for your stupid reassurance. Those are the best days.

—Why is the world so unstable? Everything is jumbling and-

—Don’t shout! They are going to catch us!—. You shout, unknowingly, catching his arm while you stumble forward with the carpet of the hall. It’s quite empty, but still you shouldn’t be sneaking. It’s a family event.

—You know what I got for my birthday? A fuckin’ family dinner, (Y/N)! Just like it sounds, no alcohol or cussing allowed. And definitively no heavy tipping like tonight!

—What!? No, no way!—. Your voice is loud again. And you were present in that family dinner, you sang him a happy birthday with the others and the ridicule hats that Dick made everyone wear—. Oh, wait, you did have a terrible birthday!

—I know!

You’ve both have raided Bruce’s private alcohol collection when no one was looking. You started at the bar, as usual, heavily drinking: and when Dick didn’t let you, you both moved outside, with the pretext of getting some air before going to the Bat’s own bar. And now the ground, the world moves and you don’t really know how to stand up straight.

Both of you grasping onto the other somehow make it to one of the multiple rooms, a private living room apparently; it’s smaller, and the fire is crackling. The place is spacious, and there’s some sofas that look terribly comfortable. You help yourself until there and just slump like you are dead, slightly jumping when he imitates you on the other side of the furniture.

—Oh my God, come closer, that was just one time!

—What are you talking about?—. He genuinely asks, like he doesn’t remember. Of course he doesn’t! You roll your eyes back, exasperated.

—The one time I tried to kiss you. Don’t worry, message received; I won’t try!

Just mentioning it makes you want to cry a bit. It had hurt like hell, specially when you had spent such a special holiday away from Gotham, near France. After a particularly fun night of partying and drinking, you had tried to kiss him at dawn. First he moved his face, rejected you, but later he conceded; and only when things were getting heated, he had stop you: once you had started to remove you dress, more ready than ever. For that night only you hadn’t exactly demanded his heart and were happy enough with his body and whatever lust he stored and wanted to liberate on your body. But that hadn’t happened. You had humiliated yourself in front of him, and in your black bra you had slowly started to dress yourself up, him trying to look at some other place like he had never seen a naked woman before. Worse than that, like if you were his sister, something that he could not dare to look at.

—It’s not that, (Y/N), I hadn’t even-

—Oh, absinthe!—. You purposefully exclaim, getting up to get it, not very far from the center of the room where they lay. You use your mouth to open it, and it does get open: you both celebrate, drunk as you are, cheering fully for it.

Talking get easier, specially the more you move towards the fire, until you are both laying in the carpet almost practically in front of it. He looks at you under a different light, and he seems to actually take the time into observing your curves and soft features, like he has never observed you before. This is a first, and thus you do not comment on it. In fact, you try to avoid it.

—You have a very pretty beauty mark here.

—Where?

—Here.

He signals it with his index near one of the sides of your chin. His finger almost obliges you into levelling up your head, showing it to him: your neck is exposed and vulnerable to him, and he looks at it briefly before letting your head down. His touch had been soft, delicate; not like other times where it had been casual whenever he took an eyelash off your face or some dust from your shoulders. This time he had been tracing a trail, a way from your neck to the mark and after, his contact had lingered.

—What?—. You ask, confused; he seems silent and slightly pensive. Is it something about your makeup? The mark itself? For the very time you are slightly nervous to be alone with him. You had been in the past, but after so many months of obviously not getting anywhere, everything had toned down and it had become casual. There were never special hidden intentions behind.

—Nothing, I just remembered something. It was a couple of years ago, when you told me how you felt about me—. It’s something casual, like it doesn’t bother him. And well, you suppose it didn’t matter to him. He never tried to bring up that night back and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself again like that, not receiving any answer back. It had really hurt back then. The worst thing is that you can still feel the pain like a thorn that never really left your heart—. You said you would love me forever. Is that still true?

It might be alcohol. It must be the alcohol; you rationalize when he brings up that horrible topic you’ve been running from for at least a year. You get rid off your high heels, dumping them near the fire like you want them burnt. He shrugs, really, like he wants to make it clear that you are not forced to answer but you kind of are. You sigh.

—Yes. Forever and ever. That’s how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back.

You are drunk, or you at least protect yourself with that lie in between. You have been too good with him anyways; Dick always so at least, and he’s usually right. You did forgive him that night he stood you up to take a girl home (Did they fuck? Did he kiss her? Would they go out? That night your mind was restless when he had left you at a bar alone, waiting for him for three hours. “It’s nothing”, you had said that night holding back your tears in the back of his bike, clutching onto his leather jacket, trying to make him a bit yours); you stayed when he shouted terrible things at you in an attempt to push out everyone in his life, when he truly feels like he’s going to get stabbed in the back by everyone – physically and emotionally – but you didn’t care (“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… You know you are not-?”, he had asked, voice trembling, small like a child against the corner of his living room. You were stroking his hair, hugging him. “I know”, you had mumbled against his head, tears threatening to dirty him); and even that time he had shouted at you in the middle of a family dinner you had said nothing, you forgave him first hour in the morning (“You are just always after my fucking ass, (Y/N)! Don’t you have a life or something?!” he had abruptly stood up, scaring you and making everyone else open their eyes in surprise. Jason had always had a soft spot for you; he had never made anything violent like that, and Tim had positioned himself in front of you as if fearing he would jump out on you. It had hurt him, but you had been borderline crying when you threw your napkin at him. You had quickly moved for your coat and had left home. He called you all night.  You didn’t pick it up until morning came and had softly accepted his apology. Your eyes hurt from crying). This is probably why you feel entitled to say something so cruel, just like a dagger to his hurt.

—Well, you kind of said you wouldn’t pressure me so… —. And you are sure you will regret this the morning after, but it just rubs you the wrong way how he smiles. Like he doesn’t take it seriously, it’s another of your jokes.

—Are you stupid? What is your fucking problem?—. Your voice is truly hurt. You don’t cry; maybe there are no tears left and Jason has desensitized you these years. His rejections, harsh actions and words have strengthened your heart—. I was serious, Jason. I know you never-you don’t see me that way, but I wanted to try and love you. I really did and-fuck, I can’t really believe you—. Oh, there are the tears; you quickly cover your face, and he moves, sits on the carpet. He makes an attempt to touch you, but you move—. Stop that. I’m okay. It’s just that-well, I always kind of knew you would never be interested in me that way, but I still tried. For three years straight. And maybe I thought at some point that you would consider it seriously at some point, would see that I have always been and will always be at your side. I just didn’t fully know you saw me as a joke.

You want to cry, but not in front of him. Your eyes are fixated on the flames, the way they move and can’t seem to be trapped in any type of pattern; you try to find it, since it generally calms yourself down. It’s a coping mechanism, and you realize that Jason is a bit like that too: someone that can’t be resolved or trapped into a simple formula. But you innocently thought you might be the one after all these years; you had stayed by his side, had comforted him, had loved him all those nights where he woke up in crying and in absolute terror… You had hugged him until he fell profoundly asleep, murmuring into his hair sweet nothings, comforting words, soft praises (“No, it’s okay, you are not underground. You are in your safe house, in Gotham. I’m (Y/N) and I love you. Everything is okay, you can go back to sleep, you are good. I love you, your family loves you. Just sleep, Jaybird. The sun will be up soon. Just rest.”); and hoped that it might have been as easy as him waking up and realizing he loves you. It had been a bit like that to you, and it had only grown stronger. But you are now sure that not once he has considered you like that.

—Hey. Hey, shit, I didn’t-no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to come off that way, I really did give it some thought and-no, don’t cry. Please, (Y/N), look at me. Don’t cry, hm? Please?

Tears make him uncomfortable, but you can’t stop. You won’t stop. You are tired of accommodating yourself to him. And now he’s happy and in a good place, so you did what you promised, what you wanted to help with.

—Hey, look at me. Come on, please.

He grabs you by your chin, softly, like you are porcelain for the very first time in your life. It shocks you so much you stop crying; he sorts of smiles, but you can’t say. Your vision is blurred out by tears but the soft brush in your lips is unmistakable. You try to make your body react, give it back, but something feels terribly long even when he’s so careful and asks for permission into your mouth. You frown but concede slowly: enough so that his tongue can enter your mouth, can find your tongue to play with. It’s a slow dance, not a battle like you had once seen in the bar, when he thought you were gone and had brought that girl to the bathroom. It had shattered your heart, but you had convinced yourself he was merely letting it out of his system. His grip had meant to bruise her hips, and the need in his kiss like that of one that tries to put off a fire, you had told yourself on your way back, silent and feeling like shit. It didn’t mean nothing.

Did this then mean anything? You push him as you realize that it won’t, that it will only get more and more uncomfortable. And besides, thing have changed.

—Jay, stop—. You murmur, and for a moment think he might have not hear you: but when you are opening your mouth again and pushing him aside, it stops—. What are you doing? A stupid mistake that you will regret tomorrow and that will make me cry for another two months? Please, Jason, I thought we were over this. I thought you were over this.

“Over me clinging onto you desperately, lovingly”. His eyes try to search for yours, but you don’t concede, won’t reward him with the secret desire you had had for over three years. Maybe it will never stop, you will always love him like that.

—I just thought that I-

—Well you thought wrong. Stop playing with me. As unconceivable as it might sound, I have someone else.

You didn’t plan on telling him like that. Probably not ever, if you could avoid it. It wouldn’t probably last anyways; but you wanted it to work. You really did. He made you feel loved and secure; he made you feel like you were worthy, true and caring. Not overbearingly anxious, fake and never enough, which is what Jason made you feel most of the time. You hug your knees, tightly, and open your mouth; but Jason comes first.

—Is it-?

—Jason? (Y/N)? Are you there?

The door opens, and in comes Dick. Your eyes soften as you look at him, and quickly grab your heels. You don’t look at him in your way out, but he understands. Jason doesn’t move from his place in the fire, maybe too drunk or too overwhelmed – maybe it really is his mind playing tricks as he catches his brother’s eyes following the feminine figure that exits the room. But it might just be too that Dick cares way more for you than he does, even when you two are closer.

—Jason, just-—. He doesn’t know how to start, and he understands. It’s what Tim has been trying to say too—. Just don’ t mess with her. The last five years have been rough on everyone, especially you, I’m sure, but she has other problems in her life too. She hasn’t had it easy, and you just-you have been just taking advantage. And don’t you dare say you aren’t because I have been looking at the way she looks at you. And you are very aware of that too. So, don’t do it again, because I would hate to make the family choose between you and her. You already know who would win and you need us as much as we need you. Point is, stop.

The door closes as he leaves him alone, and Jason truly thoughts he has lost something precious that he didn’t know it was his in the first place. He really did take you for granted, and maybe it’s time to stop. Maybe you really are no good for each other.

[thefightingbull]

Puppy Love Pt. 2

@elloryia (homework assignment number two!) 

“JASON PETER WILSON!”

He cringed at the sound of his full name. Even though he was an adult and lived on his own, there was nothing more terrifying than a parent shouting out one’s entire name. He looked down at the puppy snoozing in his lap and sighed. He didn’t know why, but he was sure the little shit was the reason he was in for it with Dad.

The door to the room he’d claimed for himself swung open as Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke, aka, Dad stood holding up a gun holster. Jason flinched at the sight and set his book down beside him on the floor to give Dad and the object his full attention. The leather had definitely been chewed up by tiny, sharp puppy teeth that undoubtedly belonged to Lucky.

“Since when do you own a dog?” Dad snarled; his pale blue eye focused intently on Lucky.

“C-couple weeks ago,” Jason answered. “Just after I took care of the judge. I didn’t mean to adopt it, I just sort of …did.”

“Adopt it?” Dad’s left brow raised. “It’s a dog, Jason. Not a child.”

Jason shrugged, not sure how this argument was going to land. If he fought with Dad, Jason would lose if only because his father was by far the more stubborn of the two. If Jason didn’t fight about it, Dad would think he didn’t really care about keeping Lucky. Jason was going to have to tread carefully, especially since the next few missions he had were with the ornery old man.

“He was drowning,” Jason started. “I thought he would die so I took him to a vet hospital. They managed to keep the pup alive and they kind of assumed it was mine and I paid for the medical bills and now he’s mine.”

His father stared skeptically. “You’re hiding something,”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Dad said. “What are you keeping out of the story?”

“Oh uh,” Jason blushed and knew he’d given himself away with his heated cheeks and stuttering.

“If this is about some piece of ass, Jace, I swear,” Dad warned with a growl.

“It’s not like that!” he insisted.

“Oh please,” his father rolled his eye. “It’s never like that with you, until it is. I thought Joey was going to be the slut.”

“Hey!” Jason laughed, scratching at Lucky’s ear. “Don’t slut shame me.”

“You’re either ashamed or you aren’t, you’re the one that chooses to sleep around like one,” Dad shrugged, but there was a glimmer of humor in his eye that told Jason he wasn’t as angry as first thought. “Let’s see him.”

Jason got off the floor where he’d been cuddling with Lucky and reading a book. He walked over and passed the puppy to his dad.

Dad looked the dog over carefully, checking Lucky’s teeth, paws, docked tail, and looking under his floppy ears. Lucky attempted to lick at Dad’s hands a few times or nip at passing fingers, but Dad had plenty of experience with animals. Grant was still a dog lover, while Joey preferred cats. Rose had a fucking bird of all things.

“You dock its tail?”

“No, Sir,” Jason shook his head. “Dick said it was done by whoever owned it prior. Likely the whole litter and this one either didn’t get itself adopted or was abandoned by whoever bought it.”

Dad nodded and then handed the animal back. “It’s probably for the best. They get to whipping those tails about and then they break and get infected.”

“Dick said so, too.”

“I take it that’s the piece of ass?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but he’s a good guy. He’s intelligent and sweet.”

“And when we head out of Gotham and on to Paris? You gonna take the pet doctor with? You gonna bring Lucky along?”

“Lucky yes,” Jason nodded.

“Not Dick?”

“No, Sir. Dr. Richard Grayson is the adopted son of one Bruce Wayne,” Jason sighed. “Which means…”

Dad’s eye narrowed but not angrily. There was excitement in the old man’s eye and that was as worrisome as if he’d been pissed off by the news. Jason really should have known better. Dad been trying to figure out how to get one over on the Bat since their last feud.

“Batman isn’t on our list and we wouldn’t take a job on him even if one was put out,” Jason reminded. “He’s good for this shithole.”

“Fuck Batman,” Dad sneered.

“You’re just pissed off because he got in your face about having a teenage ‘sidekick’.” Jason laughed.

He would know. He was the side-kick. Jason had been training with his dad from the moment he’d been taken into the Wilson family. There weren’t a lot of vigilantes that allowed young teens or even friends to run around with them. Jason was sure Green Arrow and Black Canary had, but Batman, Superman, and Flash had never allowed such a thing and it was pretty well known that they disapproved greatly of anyone that did.

Cape or Villain.

“Think your boyfriend knows what Bruce is?” Dad asked.

Jason frowned. He didn’t want to use Dick for that. Had he realized that Dr. Grayson was that Grayson, he probably never would have returned for his jacket. Or Lucky. Batman and Deathstroke weren’t what you’d call enemies, but Dad delighted in irritating the Bat any chance he could. Especially since getting lectured by Batman about “foolishly endangering the life of a child”. Batman refusing to fight didn’t help, either. Dad saw it as unfinished business.

“I don’t and I won’t find out either. It’s not really any of my business.” Jason sighed.

“It is when Batman tries to stop us from doing what we’re being paid to do.” Dad argued. “When are you seeing him again?”

Jason blushed again, unable to help it.

“You have a date tonight, don’t you?”

He nodded, knowing it wouldn’t do him any good. “Yes, I’m meeting his family.”

“At Wayne Manor?” Dad said with a grin.

Jason closed his eyes but nodded none the less. He really, really should have run screaming from Gotham the moment he found out who Dick Grayson’s father was.

He was so boned.

[flightfoot]

We’re The Same ch. 2

AO3/FFN

Oh yeah, a little background on Maya; her father's an assassin, and also an abusive asshole. He went after Damian, torturing him and taunting him into killing him (apparently. I haven't gotten my hands on that comic unfortunately). So Maya went after Damian for "revenge" supposedly, saying that she'd kill him after he'd finished his redemption quest, but that she'd help him in the meantime because he CLEARLY needed help.

...yeah, she's never killed anyone before, and it was really blatantly obvious that she wasn't going to go through with it even then. She was just paying lip service to what she thought she was "supposed" to do. Later once they've pretty much finished the quest, she ended up being the one to comfort Damian when he believed himself to be irrevocably stained with blood, forgave him, declared herself his sister, and gave him a hug.

I wish I had more material to draw from for Maya, I like what little I've seen of her.

Disclaimer: This is a Lovesquare fic, with Identity Reveal, Hawkmoth Reveal, and Hawkmoth Defeat. It is NOT a salt fic.

Thanks to @mini-minou for betaing!

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Damian peered up at the manor in front of him. Huge, imposing –

“How quaint.”

– if you didn’t happen to grow up as the prince of a society of assassins and the son of a billionaire, that is.

He took stock of his surroundings. There were cameras at the gate, but ONLY at the gate it seemed.

“Tt. What brain-dead simpleton designed this security system? Does the owner REALLY think this will be sufficient to catch any criminal infiltrating the place? Idiot.”

He launched himself onto a rooftop, getting a better angle to see the whole manor.

Two things stood out from the new vantage point; an open window that seemed to lead to a boy’s bedroom, and a weird patch of wall that wasn’t quite flat. To the casual observer it might appear to just be some strange design on the wall, perhaps an artistic choice.

Damian was NOT a casual observer.

He narrowed his eyes. “Things just got a little more interesting.”

He swung over to the patch of wall, running his fingers over it. Grooves spiraled across it, fitting together in just such a way that…

“I see. So this patch of wall is some sort of covering that can expand and contract. Now why would a perfectly ordinary, everyday citizen – well, aside from being rich – have one of these?”

There was nothing more he could do with that patch of wall. Time to investigate the window.

Swinging back around the manor, he took a better look at the room… and its occupants.

He narrowed his eyes. Seems I wasn’t far off about the spirit of the cat.

Inside a boy typed away at his computer, looking up news reports about Robin. Not a huge surprise, seeing as how the boy was almost certainly Chat Noir.

Slightly MORE surprising was the tiny black cat-like creature stuffing his face with cheese.

Seriously, how was he even eating that much, that cheese was bigger than his entire body?!

Oh wait, magic. Stupid question.

So he’d almost certainly found Chat Noir. Not exactly why the tracker had disappeared, but he had a start.

Time to do a little digging.

He brought out his phone and got to work.

Hm. Seemed like this mansion belonged to Gabriel Agreste, a world-famous fashion designer. He’d been reclusive ever since the disappearance of his wife nearly a year ago, only making a handful of public appearances. Judging from what little he could dig up, he seemed like a rather cold man who didn’t put up with anything he considered nonsensical or silly, such as when he was called into a game show without apparently having agreed to it. Damian actually agreed with his displeasure at being tricked into participating, but his tone and body language… it was a little too familiar for his liking.

There wasn’t much info on the wife, Emilie. Apparently her maiden name was Graham De Vanily. Her family owned a studio called Graham films. From her few public appearances, it appeared that she’d gradually been getting sicker and weaker over the months before her disappearance, though there was no news of her being diagnosed with any illness.

And then there was the final member of the family, Adrien Agreste, AKA Chat Noir. A fourteen year old model, he had plenty of professional photos and lots of celebrity appearances.

Damian’s eyes narrowed. 

Plenty of celebrity appearances… but little outside of that. Not until a few months ago, when he started going to public school. Then he started being tagged in other people’s photos, being talked about as a friend. Before that the only person his age who seemed to know him on a personal level was Chloe Bourgeois, and it took only about a minute of research to figure out that she was a stuck-up rich brat. It was always possible that his personal life was just kept private before this, but… well, Damian’s instincts were telling him that something was very, very wrong here.

Time to get a little more hands-on. Luckily the security of the mansion was ABYSMAL. Seriously, if Gabriel had lived in Gotham, both he and Adrien would have been kidnapped dozens of times in the last few years.

He didn’t need to make much of an effort. A few minutes after he’d put down the phone and started surveilling the mansion, a woman – judging by her appearance, most likely Nathalie, Gabriel Agreste’s assistant, opened the door. The little cat creature disappeared into Adrien’s shirt, likely to conceal himself from her, and Adrien left the room. Luckily for Damian, he left the window open.

He quietly alighted in the room. It was huge and had a lot of stuff in it, but nothing of interest, except-

He followed his nose. And wished he hadn’t.

“YUCK!”

So that cat creature had an entire hoard of the stinkiest cheeses that Damian had ever smelled in his life. And judging by how huge the stash was, he ate a LOT.

He swiftly closed the cabinet door. If anything else was in there, it wasn’t worth sacrificing his nose to find it.

His next discovery was a little less nauseating to his senses.

Damian pulled out a photo from the trophy where Adrien had hidden it and several other similar photos.

So the flirtations weren’t just banter then. Great, he’s lovesick.

Damian rolled his eyes and put the photo back. It was always a pain to deal with couples on a team, they were always making googly eyes at each other and being gross and NOT concentrating on the mission.

There wasn’t time to investigate much else – not without risking discovery. He planted a few bugs and cameras and moved on, entering the air duct.

He pulled up the floor plans of the building to use as a map… and soon frowned. The floorplan differed slightly from what he’d seen from the outside, especially with that strange covering. Not TOO big a surprise – that covering was obviously meant to conceal SOMETHING – but the size of the difference was pretty staggering. It seemed like at least a 500 square foot room had been secretly added to the mansion and NO ONE had noticed.

But even that didn’t explain what he saw in front of him.

He frowned. Now where was THIS little fork in the road supposed to go?

The duct split, one piece of it following the regular floor plan, as shown in public records, and the other decidedly NOT following that, instead curving steeply downwards.

A secret place that – judging by how long and how steep the ductwork was – lay underneath a mansion? If it was some sort of cave he should get Bruce to sue for copyright infringement.

It was not a cave.

A huge chamber stretched before him. It looked almost like a mausoleum, with its high ceiling, ornate windows, and general over-the-top atmosphere.

A cult, perhaps? They were fairly common – WAY too common – in Gotham, but he’d been hoping to maybe not run into them as often elsewhere.

He should have known better. Sheep existed everywhere in the world.

Still, if it was a cult, it must be a small one. The walkway wouldn’t be able to fit more than one or MAYBE two people, and the “island” at the end of it wasn’t exactly huge. Speaking of which…

He walked to the end, peering at the closed pod. A human-sized pod that was obviously supposed to be the focal point of the room underneath the manor of a millionaire who he strongly suspected wasn’t Father of the Year, when his wife had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Yeah this boded well and wasn’t suspicious in the slightest.

He prepared to hack the pod to open it up, or at least to get information on what was inside, but discovered there was no need. There was no security on it, it only required a button press to open.

Seems like Gabriel Agreste hadn’t thought to include any contingency measures for someone breaking into his lair.

The pod doors opened, revealing pretty much what Damian had expected.

Because of COURSE Gabriel was keeping his “missing” wife in a pod underneath the manor. Naturally. Why wouldn’t he? That’s a perfectly normal thing for a perfectly normal man to do.

Question was, was she alive and in some sort of coma or suspended animation, or dead and being kept preserved?

He examined her closely, checking her for signs of degradation and any sign of life. If she was breathing it was so low as to be undetectable, and her heart rate also appeared nonexistent. However, while her vital signs were missing, she appeared to be in good health otherwise, with no sign of rot or decay at all.

Suspended animation it was then.

After taking a picture, he closed the pod. If she was in suspended animation it may still be possible to revive her. He didn’t want to be responsible for more death.

A small insect flew by – a white butterfly.

What was a butterfly doing here? Then again, what was ANY of this doing here, especially the foliage.

Wait… a white butterfly – like the one that had been released when the akuma was purified.

A butterfly emerged from a cocoon on a nearby branch. Dozens of similar cocoons hung nearby.

A reclusive millionaire who was hardly seen out of his house, two massive rooms that didn’t appear on the floor plan, one of which housed his supposedly missing wife, and dozens of the same type of butterfly that Hawkmoth used to create his akumas?

It was possible that Gabriel Agreste wasn’t Hawkmoth. It was also possible that Damian would spontaneously grow wings and decide to become an opera star. Both possibilities seemed equally likely.

Might as well set up some cameras and bugs and then get out of here. If Gabriel descended the elevator, he’d have trouble leaving without being spotted. Wouldn’t be a problem if Gabriel was only down here for a short period of time, but if he wasn’t…

Swiftly he returned to the duct, heading back to the surface.

As he crawled around the vents, he left numerous bugs everywhere he could without leaving the vent, along with tiny cameras at each vent opening. When preparing to break into the lair of a supervillain, it paid to be prepared.

He shot off a quick text to Ducard, telling her to meet up with him at a certain rooftop he’d spotted that had some good cover. They needed to exchange notes.

It was time to take down a supervillain.

[pastelbatfandoms]

O.C Character Survey

1. Your first OC ever? My WWE one Roxy,I wrote her when I was 13. I also made Naru aka Molly from Sailor Moon a Sailor Senshi named Sailor Sun. She had a yellow sailor fuku with a blue bow. 

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? I’m not sure. I will say that my easiest one’s to write are Renee from The Flash and Suzanna from TWD.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? Kinda. my Ex let me use his OC’s in stories. He has Alien Races called The Cartanians and Tarians and a Vampire Nightmare lord named Shirowen. Who is based off of the lead singer of Dimmu Borgir.

 4. A character you rarely talk about? Carrie aka The Carrion Crow just because I haven’t been interested in finishing My Gotham fic,or I have been but just never wrote anything down...

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? My Vampiress Levathia for My Original story. Just because then I can make all My other OC’s known by extension. 

 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? All the Tarians and Cartanians look like each other lol (it is a race that has all white hair and red eyes and a race that has all different shades of green hair and purple eyes)

Image Photoshopped by me of Tessa,Soven and Aahren 👇👇👇👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

Otherwise I think that the actresses I used for My Characters Esme (From Descendants) and Helena (From AHS) look alike. 

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? They’re part of all kinds! I guess I could list My Non Original stories lol (only going to put one Actress for each,although My Characters are played by multiple Actress’s.)

Mughead (Riverdale)-Michelle Riley

  Wells of Hearts (The Flash)-Renee West

The Carrion Crow (Gotham)-Carrie

Mischief on Wings (Marvel/Loki)-Amara 

The Alpha (Teen Wolf)-Marianna Mccall

Kings and Queen of Destruction (TWD)-Suzanna Greene

Half God Half Devil (AHS Apocalypse)-Helena

The Dream Lovers (Freddy Krueger)-Rika

Strange Days (Stranger Things)-Mandy Moorington

Gods and Pirates (The Descendants)-Meghana

The Snakes and The Raven (Harry Potter)-Rihannon Hickleberry-Black

Ash Vs Evil Dead-Ashlee

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! No.

 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? Maybe.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? Looks wise I assume, I’m going to go with a non Fanfic Character and say Shirowen,He still looks like a vampire with long black hair and fangs,but he also is decayed looking,like he might have the plague and is pretty terrifying really. But being the lord of Nightmares that suits him just fine. He also has a very Black Metal look to him. 

 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? lol no

 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot 

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? I have tons lol 

 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory. All of My Characters have a bit of a sad past.Mandy,Renee and Suzanna’s parents died,Marianna’s parents left her ect. But I think the saddest is probably Helena,read My AHS story to see what I mean!

 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? Yes

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? I don’t know

 17. Any OC OTPs? I mean I pair up My OC’s with my favorite character of the show usually. So I’ll just list those.  (Crackship gifs make by me)

MichellexJughead Jones

I love Renee with ALL The Wells’s but I feel like Eobard Thawne was her OTL. 

MariannaxPeter Hale

had a hard time picking between Suzanna’s Current Bou Negan,her ex The Governor or Merle. But in the end I think Merle was her ride or die,he was her first in basically all aspects and if he hadn’t died they would still be together. 

HelenaxMichael Langdon

RikaxFreddy/Robert Englund (Their basically the same person in My Fic)

Steve Harrington was Mandy’s first crush but I really think despite there ups and downs that Billy was her OTL,even though her and Steve became endgame after Billy died.

MeghanaxHadesxHarry Hook (because I can’t make up my mind!)

EsmexChad Charming

18. Any OC crackships? Already did lol

 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) 

20. Do any of your OCs sing? what kind of songs do they like? Only ones that sing are In My Descendants Fics. So Esme and Meghana.

 21. Your most artistic OC. I would say Michelle since she’s loosely based on me,also Renee since she went to collage for Fashion and Graphic Design. 

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? 

 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? I don’t really change my characters rough drafts lol if I have idr how. 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? I should say Helena or Carrie so...yeah them.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)  Michelle,we were both Goth in HS,had a big group of friends,dated someone “misunderstood”,wrote poetry and fanfiction and like dancing. 

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? Against my will?! lol no

 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? Not certain characters but Relationships or stories definitely.  TWD Kings and Queen of Destruction title is based off of Queen of Destruction by Lana Del Rey,Esme and Chad Charming’s song I wrote was inspired by Taylor Swift’s Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. But yeah I have entire playlists revolving around My Fics and Characters. 

 28. Your most dangerous OC? Helena obviously. She is married to The Anti Christ,and is pretty much the queen of hell. 

 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? Michelle,though Jughead and Betty would show up,wondering why they weren’t invited.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? Marianna or Mandy.

 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) I have a headache and don’t feel like going into that much detail. 

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? Helena for obvious reasons.  Also My Original Story character Seezee,she’s pretty much created from a horror story since she has a split personality and killed her father. Although Ashlee would make a perfect protag. Considering she’s a part of The Evil Dead universe. 

 33. Your shyest OC? Mandy at first,until she moves to California. Amara when she’s younger. 

34. Do you have any twin characters? No

35. Any sibling characters? Yes. Marianna is Scott Mccall's Adoptive Sister and I also made Aladdin and Jasmine Daughters,as well as a son Ali. 

 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? No...?

 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human  Well Helena’s a reincarnated Witch who later becomes half demon,Amara’s a Valkyrie,Marianna is a Hybrid WereWitch,Levathia is a Vampire,Renee has Lightning powers,plus there’s all the Aliens,Gargoyles and Half Were’s running around. 

 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? Michelle

 39. Introduce any character you want 

 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! 

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) 

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? I mean Meghana obviously,seeing as she is one.

 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? I suppose I have an affinity for Brunettes and Redheads lol 

44. Something you like about your OCs in general 

45. A character you no longer use? All My Original story Characters,i should use them more,I just never get inspired too. 

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? Nope

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? lol No

 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Um again probably an OC I haven’t used in forever,Windy. She is half Demon/Cartanian (Alien) but is actually really sweet (unlike her Mother) and wants to become a part of The CTA (Cartanian Tarian Alliance) when she grows up. 

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes 

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

[dcw-kami]

Happy Batman Day, I didn't draw Batman!

Here's a WIP of John Boyega as Duke Thomas aka Lark/The Signal? cuz I do what I want

I think this would pretty cool, John is the King of Scifi, why isn't he a superhero yet?? Obviously the story would have to change a bit to get him in now before he's too old, but DCEU's plans aren't exactly concrete atm so...

Dick, Jason (resurrected) and Tim could already be doing their own thing outside of Gotham, with Damien either not revealed to Bruce yet or just recently joined his father. Then Duke shows up after a devastating Joker attack wrecks his neighborhood, killing his parents in the chaos.

Maybe he's part of The Robins first or Bruce just adopts him on the spot, you know how he is with kids. It would be fun to see Damien and Duke butting heads trying to impress Bruce. Damien feels the needs assert his birthright to the Robin/Batman mantle, while Duke is just trying to prove he belongs there at all.

Anyways, going to try to finish this tonight, just wanted to get this out for #BatmanDay!

Bonus: Duke meeting Bruce for the first time??

[tvdversefanfiction]

Canary Carnage

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC Universe, TVDverse and The Originals

Chapter Nine: Behind the blood-soaked curtains

Warnings: I don’t own any of the rights, content or characters belonging to any of the DC content I use within the story along with not owning any rights, content or characters within The Vampire Diaries, Originals or Legacies.

18 Rating: Moderate/Graphic displays of violence, sexual innuendos, sexually charged scenes, SMUT, strong language and potentially triggering scenes.

Pairings: M/M, F/F, M/F.

Lucas Lance was something of a hopeless romantic whose affections were often aimed at the most vicious of men firstly it was Slade Wilson who changed Lucas’ life forever helping him become the Red Canary in the process only Slade didn’t reciprocate those feelings so it wasn’t long before Lucas found his next obsession The Joker.

Lucas became somewhat part of a throuple with The Joker and Harley Quinn participating in many threesomes with the powerful couple but Lucas only really had eyes for The Joker and wanted Mr J all to himself leading to a rivalry between the two which resulted in The Joker picking Harley over him and before he knew it he had barely made it out of the throuple with his life but didn’t nurture his heartbreak for long until he moved on to his next victim.

The next victim being none other than Batman’s sidekick Robin aka Dick Grayson who was yet another to not reciprocate Lucas’ all consuming love as the Red Canary targeted the Bat family in hopes of taking them all and making Robin pay attention to only him but that non love story ended with Lucas Lance spending some time in Arkham Asylum.

After some jail-time, a prison break, earth jumping and a night with Kol Mikaelson Lucas’ latest and current victim turned out to be Klaus Mikaelson who he believed was the man to finally reciprocate his love leading to heartbreak once again for the Red Canary and a heartbroken Lucas was Lucas at his deadliest.

“I hear Miami is good this time of year I did check for Star City, Central City and god even Gotham but none of those places exist on this earth strangely enough I guess that’s why I like Earth Blood so much.” Lucas announced to Sara after walking into the New Orleans Voyage Hotel’s bar, throwing a newspaper down on the table and sitting down in the same booth as his sister, sitting on the opposite side. “Now I don’t really care where you go as long as you’re not here for my grand reopening.”

“Grand reopening…don’t tell me your latest career change is running a hotel?” Sara scoffed at her younger brother. “I’m glad your trying to go legit but you don’t know a thing about running a hotel.”

“Ugh please I’ll just convince Klaus to compel some fools into running this place for me so I can roll in the readies while looking at the open market in this city for all kinds of crimes thanks to vampires there’s not much of a underbelly in this city which means it’s mine for the taking.” Lucas explained to the White Canary. “Of course, Klaus isn’t going to do anything for me if I’m still harboring the woman who killed his sister, so I highly suggest you get to moving like today.”

“I know I wasn’t exactly around when you started dating which clearly explains the mess of your life but sleeping with a man or vampire once doesn’t make him your boyfriend you’d think you’d learn that by now.” Sara snapped at her brother. “Besides I promised Laurel to look after you and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t need dating advice from the woman who sleeps with other people’s men thanks very much!” Lucas bit back at Sara as he rose to his feet. “Sure, Klaus needs to get over me sleeping with his brother and you killing his sister but when you have the kind of chemistry we have, obstacles are nothing.”

“Oh, dear brother you clearly need me more than you realize.” Sara replied as she stood up to face Lucas. “Like it or not he’s just not that into you!”

Sara was wrong about Klaus Mikaelson, but Lucas was wrong too, Klaus found himself growing feelings for the Red Canary, but the obstacles were far too big for the original hybrid to ever admit it.

So, while Lucas was planning on winning Klaus round Klaus was plotting to take out the canaries once and for all.

Rebekah and Elijah had revenge on their minds and there was no talking them out of it as Rebekah’s softness towards Laurel was no longer a factor since Laurel returned to her own earth but instead of killing both Sara and Lucas Elijah had convinced his sister to focus their revenge on the culprit only as they worked together to make Sara pay for killing their sister Freya Mikaelson while Klaus decided to get rid of Lucas in his own way.

Elijah wanted Sara dead without hesitation but he didn’t see the need for Lucas dying too unless he got in the way of course whereas Rebekah wanted them both gone for her own reasons and Klaus wanted the same as Rebekah, also for his own reasons so although the Mikaelson’s were working together once again they also had their own plans as per usual.

However, what neither of them had taken into consideration was the plotting of Davina Claire and Marcel Gerard who were eager to keep New Orleans under their control believing they were better suited to rule the city than the ruthless family of original vampires.

“I understand this world’s more Gothic than my own and I’m a vampire myself now but meeting in graveyards just seems too cliche for my liking.” Sara said after vamp speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand in front of Marcel and Davina.

“This cemetery is a safe haven for witches it’s where I’m at my power-fullest and it’s the only place in New Orleans where Klaus has no spies.” Davina explained to the White Canary. “I believe your sister filled you in on our little alliance and I hope your willing to fulfill her part of all this.”

“My brother’s a piece of work I’m saying all kinds of crazy with a tendency to murder instead of talk things out but he’s still my brother and that family will be the death of him unless I do something.” Sara replied to the wonder witch. “Consider me in with whatever you two have planned.”

“Davina’s extracted my venom turning it into a sleeping potion so to speak.” Marcel revealed to Sara. “We just need to get them to digest the potion and the poison from my venom along with Davina’s magic will make them sleep forever.”

“Klaus has a fondness of dumping his siblings in coffins it’s only fitting this time around he joins them.” Davina stated, clearly excited to take down the original hybrid.

“Seems legit albeit a little evil queen and snow white but hey don’t knock the classics…so, who is poisoning who?” Sara answered them both, cautious of their plan but too eager to protect her brother to not go through with it.

“I think it’s only fair I poison Kol after all we were once together and I want to explain myself as he falls asleep…I know he won’t understand but hey he’s killed me before so I got that to throw at him.” Davina told them both, making it clear who her victim was going to be.

“I guess it’s only fitting I take Rebekah…I would give her one last chance if I thought she’d ever choose me over her family, but she won’t.” Marcel decided. “I would try talking but that would probably just piss her off more.”

“Then I’ll take Klaus down gladly.” Sara declared. “But who is going to take out Elijah?”

“I figured that would be me.” A voice said from behind Sara only for her to turn around and see Laurel, the two sisters delighted to be reunited.

“Laurel…you just went home.” Sara said in disbelief to see her sister again so soon.

“Funny it was a few weeks on my earth, but figures time works differently around here considering everything else does.” Laurel revealed to her younger sister as she walked over to Sara and gave her a hug.

“I’m glad your back Laurel.” Davina said to the Black Canary, sincerely happy to see her friend’s return.

And just like that Davina, Laurel, Marcel and Sara were preparing to go to war with the Mikaelson family who were preparing to go to war with the Lance family while Lucas Lance was just a man looking for love once again in all the wrong places.

“Wakey! Wakey! Eggs and bakey.” Lucas shouted as he walked into the dining area of the compound holding a tray with a fried breakfast and a pint of blood in hand as he greeted an unimpressed Klaus who was sat at the table. “Plus, a nice pint of blood like my father always said it’s good to start the day with a pint…although to be fair he was an alcoholic.”

“Firstly, what the bloody hell are you doing here and secondly it’s afternoon not morning.” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary as Lucas placed the tray down on the table in front of the original hybrid.

“Okay so we have different sleep cycles but that’s hardly anything we can’t work around.” Lucas replied with a gleeful smile that left Klaus uneasy as the hybrid quickly rose to his feet.

“What the hell are you playing at now Lucas?” Klaus shouted at him. “I don’t have time for your games and I most definitely don’t have time for you.”

“Is this about the whole Kol because that was way before you and I even started?” Lucas asked him, continuing to make Klaus feel unsettled by his happy attitude.

“Have you cracked or something? Just because we aligned ourselves with your family to get rid of that mountain man doesn’t mean we’re suddenly allies now.” Klaus brutally told Lucas making the Red Canary’s smile turn into a frown.

“Please don’t go making out like that was a one-time thing I’ve had plenty of one night only and that was more…wasn’t it?” Lucas argued with the hybrid, beginning to realize he may have jumped the shark on this one, something which was a habit of his.

“Don’t tell me you seriously thought it was going to be more?” Klaus cruelly laughed at Lucas’ expense. “Not to mention the fact that your sister killed mine but even if she didn’t your clearly deranged beyond delusional and a far cry from anyone I would even consider having more than one night with…in fact it was a bloody miracle you got one night”

“Oh…I see.” Lucas replied with a broken look on his face which instantly made Klaus feel guilty, although the original hybrid would never admit his guilt before Lucas began laughing manically leaving Klaus even more unsettled than before. “Of course, it’s not what I thought it was it’s never what I think it is…never! I mean god forbid anybody ever finds me special…god forbid anybody ever gives a damn about little old me…and even if they were going to it was never going to be someone who’s tried to kill me so many times…bad canary love never starts with murder.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Klaus asked, trying not to show his concern for the seemingly unhinged canary.

“Perfectly fine!” Lucas replied with a sinister smile before releasing a deafening canary cry in Klaus’ direction instantly exploding the original hybrid’s head in an explosion of blood and gore, the blood splattering all over the Red Canary. “If you won’t have me as a lover I’ll just have to settle for another enemy.”

“I see you haven’t changed much since we last saw each other.” Dinah announced as Lucas turned around to see the woman, he believed to be his mother stood in front of him, clearly judging him for his bloody attack on the original hybrid. “I guess hoping for you to change your ways is too much to ask.”

“Mum…” Lucas said in complete shock, having not seen Dinah Lance for years, confused to why she had showed up now.

“I hear his head tends to grow back so we should probably go somewhere to talk in peace before that happens.” Dinah replied to the grandson she had raised like a son.

Lucas was shocked to see his mother after all this time especially on Earth Blood just after exploding Klaus Mikaelson’s head, but Dinah Lance was far from surprised to find him drenched in blood from his latest victim.

Dinah Lance was determined to rebuild her family being guilt ridden for believing she was the main factor that tore her family apart in the first place but she was unsure of whether Lucas would be a part of that family, knowing he had gone down a path he couldn’t return from but hoping he would choose a new one but not totally convinced he would even despite Laurel’s words of encouragement over his changes since coming to Earth Blood.

“I see you got the blood off you…I guess when you’re covered in other people’s blood all the time you get quite good at washing it off.” Dinah said with a judging tone in her voice as she walked into Lucas’ hotel room to see him clean and freshly changed, sitting on the edge of his bed before Lucas automatically stood up to face the woman he believed to be his mother.

“How did you wind up here?” He asked her.

“Laurel took me with her this time around thought a family reunion would be good for everyone.” Dinah replied to her secret grandson. “You look like your doing well for yourself…I’m assuming you killed all the staff in this hotel and god knows who else?”

“You would assume correctly as always…mum.” Lucas answered awkwardly, clearly never expecting to ever see Dinah again. “Sara’s still living here somewhere I think she’ll be happy to see you.”

“I’m guessing that man back there was Klaus Mikaelson and I’m guessing your romance with him didn’t end particularly well?” Dinah said with a reluctant sigh. “You’re predictable I’ll give you that…there’s always a man there’s always blood and you’re always in the thick of it causing all kinds of carnage.”

“I get it mother I’m a disappointment I have been my entire life but guess what I don’t care anymore…I gave up trying to make you love me like you loved my sisters a long time ago round about the same time you left us.” Lucas snapped at her. “So, you don’t like what I’ve become well boohoo because I love me.”

“Don’t you dare try and blame any of your dreadful acts on me!” Dinah shouted as she stormed over to Lucas and harshly slapped him across the face. “Of course, I loved you clearly, I loved you more than you ever realized, and you were never a disappointment to me until you became a cold-blooded murderer.”

“Then why was I always treated like a ghost like it pained you both to even admit my existence?” Lucas asked with tears forming in his eyes. “Not smart enough to get Laurel’s praise not stupid enough to get Sara’s talks I was the youngest and instead it was like I was stuck in the middle…the accident child who just so happened to reside in your home.”

“I loved you your dad loved you we both loved you we just didn’t quite know how to love you correctly…things were difficult with you and I know they shouldn’t have been but they were.” Dinah reluctantly admitted to Lucas as tears began to form in her own eyes. “None of it was ever your fault but when we looked at you we saw a future we didn’t like and then when we did get close to you I had to pull away fearing if I was your mother fully it would break my heart having to give you back.”

“What do you mean give me back? Who the hell would you give me back too?” Lucas questioned her, as tears began falling from both his and Dinah’s eyes. “Are you even my mother?”

“No honey I’m not I loved you like a mother, but I was never your mother I was your grandmother.” Dinah cried as she began telling Lucas the truth for the first time. “You came to us from a bleak future and I always feared that once that future was fixed you’d wind up going back…Quentin really did love you and wanted to be there more but I kept pulling him away because the only thing worse than my heart breaking was his.”

“I don’t understand you come all this way just to tell me you’re not my mother…that’s the only reason you came wasn’t it to make sure the monster knew you weren’t his mother?” Lucas said as his sadness quickly turned to anger. “Well congratulations you don’t get to be blamed for how I turned out!”

“That’s not why I’m here Luci I’m here to help you get the help you clearly need.” Dinah argued with her grandson. “This person you’ve created this mask you wear is just some defines mechanism you’ve built so you don’t get hurt it’s not the real you and I know you think there’s no coming back for you but your whole family is here for you and we’re not leaving you again.”

Lucas stood there as he found himself overcome with rage, furious about Dinah’s lies, raging over how she abandoned him just to come back to reveal she was never his mother, confirming his believes that neither her or Quentin as the anger continued to build up inside of him until he did something he would one day regret as he charged at his mother with a blind rage ready to claim her life and make her pay for everything she had ever done to him blacking out in a rage he wouldn’t come back from until he was stood over his mother’s lifeless body covered in her blood shell shocked by his most evil act yet.

Lucas Lance just stood there in his hotel room looking down at his lifeless mother Dinah Lance’s body while covered in her blood completely disturbed by the act he just committed. He always knew there was something monstrous inside of him, a built up rage that made him commit many sins and a need to be loved that drove him insane but one thing he had never done before was kill a member of his own family.

He just stood there looking down at his mother struggling to move, cry or react in anyway as he struggled to break out of his catatonic state wondering what kind of monster would kill their own mother.

Lucas had always blamed everyone else other than himself he blamed his family for not loving him enough and he blamed Slade for leading him down a dark path but the truth was nobody controlled his choices or pushed him into those monstrous acts everything he had ever done was on him and nobody else.

It was in that moment he realized he was well and truly broken in ways he couldn’t even fathom fearing this act of extreme evil had broken him beyond repair as he continued to stare at his mother’s corpse feeling nothing but shame over what he had just done and the monster he had become.

“I’m seriously god damn sick of you… I think you think a simple deed would keep you safe then you forget how well connected I am in this…” Klaus shouted as her burst the hotel room door open, only to be left shocked to see Lucas drenched in blood and standing over a corpse, not shocked because Lucas had killed but shocked because this kill had seriously done some kind of psychological damage to the Red Canary.

“I…didn’t mean…I didn’t think…I never meant to.” Lucas mumbled as he found himself struggling to come to terms with reality.

“Lucas what the hell are you doing now and who the hell is this woman?” Klaus demanded to know as he walked over to him.

“She’s my mother.” Lucas cried, as he fell to the ground and began manically sobbing as he lifted Dinah’s body into his arms. “I didn’t mean to do it…mum I’m so sorry…I never meant this…oh god what have I done?”

Klaus just stood there in silence as he continued to watch Lucas break down while holding his mother’s lifeless body in his arms, watching Lucas completely destroyed by the act he had just committed against the woman who raised him and it had Klaus remembering how he killed his own mother out of rage as he found himself once again reluctantly identifying with the Red Canary.

“I’m so sorry mummy I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Lucas sobbed as he cuddled into Dinah’s lifeless body. “What kind of monster kills their own mother?”

“Enough!” Klaus shouted at him, not able to see any more of Lucas’ pain. “We’ll take to the basement and bury her under my home nobody ever needs know what happened here today.”

“I can’t…they need to know the truth.” Lucas argued while continuing to cry only for Klaus to grab him roughly, pulling him away from Dinah and lifting Lucas back on to his feet.

“We are all capable of unspeakable evils Lucas but that doesn’t need to define us unless we let it!” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary while continuing to hold him in his grip, overcome with the need to help him. “We’re going to ditch this body get you cleaned up and act like none of this ever happened!”

Klaus didn’t quite understand his urge to help Lucas so badly maybe it was because part of him regretting killing his mother the first time around anyways or maybe it was because he saw some of himself in Lucas but either way he had once again found himself coming to the Red Canary’s rescue.

Rebekah Mikaelson didn’t want to meet with Marcel Gerard that day or any day in general but she knew they had a lot to talk over and wanted to heal the hurt between them both whether it led to a reconciliation or not she didn’t want anymore bad blood to be shared between the man she had loved for centuries even though she was uncertain if she’d love him for more centuries or if this was the end for them finally.

She hated how Marcel couldn’t let go of New Orleans even though a part of her couldn’t quite let go mainly of her family but partly the city itself after all it was the first real home for the Mikaelson family after turning into vampires but that wasn’t the only reason her relationship with Marcel fell apart.

He had chosen Klaus over her many times some out of loyalty and some out of revenge, he chose to murder Finn and bite Kol and Elijah without any thought of how she’d feel and she had to argue with the updated original to spare Klaus’ life.

There was so much they had to overcome to be together and when they finally tried she found herself being the only one trying once again as she began to realize that maybe too much history had been shared between them both for them to ever truly have a future together.

“This better be bloody good Marcellus because I quite literally don’t have the time for this.” Rebekah said after vamp speeding into an empty Rousseau's to find Marcel stood there waiting for her. “If this is about us then yes, we do need to talk…it’s just I don’t know what to say.”

“We’ve definitely got a lot to talk about Rebekah…maybe we should drink to it first?” Marcel suggested pointing towards the two glasses of red wine placed on the bar counter before walking over to them, picking them both up and walking over to hand Rebekah one of the glasses. “Words tend to be easier with alcohol.”

“Why now? You’ve had weeks to reach out why have you chosen now to want a conversation? Especially with all that is going on with my family right now.” Rebekah wondered, suspicious of her former lover.

“Your family always has something going on Rebekah.” Marcel joked before looking at her with sincere sadness in his eyes. “I’m truly sorry about Freya Mikaelson I’m not going to lie we were hardly the best of friends, but she truly was one formidable woman.”

“Yeah she really was if anybody deserved a happy ending in our family it was her.” Rebekah replied, clearly still mourning the loss of her sister. “But don’t you worry my family will avenge my sister and those canaries will wish they never came here!”

“That’s all your family ever do seek revenge or cause pain that makes people need revenge on you it’s a never-ending cycle and you don’t care for anybody other than yourselves.” Marcel snapped at the original female vampire. “Allowing any of you back into my city was truly a mistake.”

“Need I remind you it was our city long before it was yours?” Rebekah corrected the upgraded original as she slammed the glass down on the bar counter, spilling a drop of wine on her hand causing it to burn for a moment as she realized the drink was poisoned.

A furious Rebekah grabbed Marcel by the throat vamp speeding them both over to a nearby wall in which she slammed his body against, while keeping her hand tightly gripped around her neck.

“Did you seriously just try to bloody poison me?” Rebekah screamed at him, furious to be betrayed once again by the man she loved. “After everything after all these centuries, you keep finding new ways to betray me!”

“I love you Rebekah I really do but this is my city and I can’t have it falling victim to your family’s revenge.” Marcel replied, struggling to speak as Rebekah tightened her grip on his throat. “It’s either I dump you all in coffins or I’ll end you all permanently...either way your time is coming to an end.”

“And you claim to love me?” Rebekah stated before using her hand gripped on Marcel’s neck to snap it as she threw his unconscious body to the ground. “That’s not love!”

Rebekah had been betrayed by Marcel many times and had betrayed him just as many times but never in a thousand years did she ever believe he’d make an attempt to take her out not after everything they had been through and it was in that moment she realized their love was well and truly dead as she became determined Marcel was next to die and not her or anymore of her family.

Laurel Lance had never killed anyone before good or evil always believing it was not her place to play god in fact she had never even considered taking a life until she wound up on Earth Blood as she quickly realized rules were very different here her first kill being Rebekah but that technically not counting considering she never stayed dead.

The Black Canary quickly realized that the innocents of this earth would never find justice by monsters being locked up she knew these supernatural beings could only be stopped by death and she quickly became accustomed with the notion of it wasn’t murder of they were monsters the only problem with her ideology is that the Mikaelson family were far more than mere monsters.

She had noticed kindness from Rebekah as they bonded over their troubled families, seen loyalty from Hayley, passion from Klaus, fierceness from Freya and heard all about Elijah’s nobleness and from that knowledge she had begun to see them more like complicated souls than actual monsters which made her next move such a hard one.

Laurel wanted to protect her family more than anything but she didn’t want to destroy another to save her own if she had any other choice then she would choose that instead of the act she was about to commit, fearing she’d never forgive herself for what she was about to do but also knowing she had to protect her secret son from the future at all costs.

“It’s never really easy when you lose someone.” Laurel stated after speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand beside Elijah who was stood in front of a tomb with Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux’s names on it, his sister’s final resting place. “I remember when I lost my father, I blamed everyone and everything I was so mad with the world for losing him.”

“I guess you weren’t too heartbroken when you thought your cheating sister was dead though?” Elijah joked with the Black Canary.

“I was completely devastated family is always family no matter what they do you can’t stop yourself loving them if you could I’d have given up on Lucas years ago.” Laurel admitted to the noble original.

“I didn’t realize you were back in New Orleans…you do realize all alliances with our families are over?” Elijah declared, making it clear they didn’t need to exchange anymore words.

“Have you ever committed terrible acts in the name of family? I mean you’ve lived for a thousand years I’m sure you must have committed some terrible things in the name of family at least once or twice.” Laurel wondered, looking for some sign to do what she was there to do as she pulled out a flask from her jacket pocket, taking a drink to fool Elijah into thinking the drink was safe.

“I’ve committed far too many to even begin counting when my memories returned it almost broke me to see all that blood, violence and death come flooding back all at once…” Elijah explained to her. “I used to think family loyalties justified it all but in truth nothing justifies that kind of evil.”

“Wow…you’re a whole lot harder to hate than the rest of your family.” Laurel said with a sigh as Elijah noticed the flask. “It would be so much easier if you were more like Klaus, Kol or god even Rebekah.”

“What would be so easy?” Elijah wondered with a knowing smile, trying to hide the fact he knew exactly why Laurel was there. “May I have a drink?”

“No!” Laurel denied him before downing the flask in one go, causing her to cough a little before moaning. “God that tastes horrendous.”

“I didn’t think you had it to be a killer.” Elijah admitted to the meta-human.

“You knew this was poisoned the whole time?” Laurel asked in shock.

“Rebekah text me about Marcel’s failed attempt believing others would try the same trick and you almost did.” Elijah answered her, looking rather happy with himself to have avoided being poisoned.

“I want to protect Lucas at all costs, but I can’t let myself become like him to do so…call me weak or pitiful are you like but I’m not a killer!” Laurel snapped at the original vampire, clearly mad to realize there was some extremes she wouldn’t go to for her secret son.

“Not wanting to become a killer doesn’t make you weak it makes you strong and very admirable.” Elijah said with a sincere smile on his face. “You truly are something else Laurel Lance.”

“Please don’t let your family kill my son!” Laurel pleaded with the noble original, a look of desperation on her face, as she shocked Elijah by her revelation that Lucas Lance wasn’t her brother but her secret son.

Laurel began to fear her desperate plea for help had only condemned her son even further not fully realizing just how important family was to Elijah as he remembered the desperation in her voice all too well, realizing revenge was not something his sister Freya would want in this situation knowing she would never condemn any of her family taking a child from their mother and it was in that moment he decided to help the Black Canary any way he could.

Elijah Mikaelson wasn’t the only Mikaelson to have a sudden change of heart that day as Klaus found himself completely stunned by his sudden urge to protect Lucas at all costs even stashing Lucas’ murdered mother Dinah Lance’s body underneath the compound bricking up her body into a wall underneath the property determined that nobody found out what the Red Canary had done.

Klaus was attracted to Lucas from the first meeting, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the chaotic canary and even lusting after him when he found Lucas proving to be more than a match for the original hybrid but he had never realized he was beginning to truly care for him until now the Red Canary had crept into his mind, his bend and maybe even now his heart.

Lucas Lance had found himself well and truly traumatized by his latest murder as he found his mind exploding with guilt over all the lives he had taken all at once all the evil acts that led him to killing the woman who had raised him as he found himself breaking down and crying in the shower within the bathroom in the compound as the blood of the woman he called mother washed off his body and went down the drain.

Lucas had killed many times before and felt some form of guilt but it was Dinah’s death that had truly got to him and triggered the guilt of the many others he killed as he realized now more than ever than he needed to be stopped.

“I need you to kill me!” Lucas declared as he walked into Klaus bedroom wearing only a towel around his waist as he found Klaus sitting on the edge of his bed, Klaus instantly standing up to greet him.

“Trust me when I say I’ve thought about it daily, but I don’t want you dead nor do I think you deserve to be.” Klaus replied to Lucas, shocking them both with his sincerity.

“I can’t keep going on like this…” Lucas cried. “I can’t keep hurting people…I’m not right I don’t think I’ve ever been right…please Klaus just kill me!”

“I have a better idea for what to do with you.” Klaus answered him before a poisoned dart appeared from behind Lucas, hitting him in the neck and causing the canary to fall, Klaus grabbing him just in time so the unconscious canary didn’t hit the ground before gently placing Lucas down on his bed as Nyssa al Ghul walked into the room.

“I must admit I’m rather impressed that you were able to not only work out I was still on this earth but to also were able to contact me.” Nyssa told Klaus. “I really must get myself a witch or two.”

“Well once I heard about your history with a certain Sara Lance, I had a feeling your obsession would make you stick around, and I figured after today you may become somewhat useful to me.” Klaus admitted to the daughter of the demon. “I need you to take him with you to protect him at all costs and keep him from New Orleans.”

“He murdered his own mother this would be the ultimate betrayal to Sara. My beloved would never forgive me why should I help you and betray her?” Nyssa snapped at the original hybrid.

“You knew what he did when I contacted you and clearly that didn’t stop you from coming which means you know as much as I do, he’s not right.” Klaus revealed to her before asking. “But why exactly isn’t he right? I have a feeling you may know more than I do.”

“Lucas Lance has become one with the demon within the Lazarus Pit that brought him back to life it’s hardly surprisingly considering how young he was when he went in it. If anything, it’s remarkable there’s any Lucas within him.” Nyssa admitted to Klaus reluctantly. “I wasn’t sure at first why my father was so obsessed with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance until I found out it was Lucas he really wanted, and they were just a means to an end.”

“None of that makes any sense to me what the bloody hell is a Lazarus Pit and why does your father want Lucas so badly?” Klaus asked, fearing the answers would just confuse him even further.

“Because Lucas Lance is from the future a future, he’s meant to destroy alongside the guidance of my father Ra’s al Ghul.” Nyssa revealed to the original hybrid, revealing the truth behind future Laurel giving up her son to the past, not protecting him from the future at all but protecting the future from him.