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justiceiswater · 2 years ago

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I cry! i cry for my two innocent little ones. I shouldnt be surprised that bruce would do such a thing but i am! the selfish hubris, the clear and destructive sense of entitlement! and then to just, treat him like the betrayer!

it is one of my most strong parental beliefs that if i know a truth, that my child doesnt want me know, I DO NOT try and trap them in a lie. I tell them straight up that I know what happened, because secrets are toxic and damaging and tricking my kid in a lie is only going to make things worse.

And bruce just went and did that!! Neglectful! emotionally manipulative! derisive!

Juvenile – Toxicology 2/4

Damian Wayne x Daughter of Poison Ivy!Reader

He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.

Word Count: 14,300+

Warnings: nudity, mentions/references to sex, sexual assault/harassment, hormonal teenagers

Damian couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep for quite some time now. But he didn’t know what it was.

He walked into the kitchen. It was 6AM and he had given up on sleep, even though he’d returned from patrol around 3.

“Master Damian,” Alfred greeted. “What a surprise.”

“Pennyworth,” the teenage boy replied as he went to the coffee pot.

“What are you doing up?” Dick greeted tiredly. His hair was wet and he was in sweats. He had gotten back from patrol just now –even later than Damian – and was clearly trying to get something to eat before he passed out for a few hours.

“Couldn’t sleep…” Damian mumbled before taking a sip of black coffee. “What are you doing here?”

Dick had his own place in the city. Being a 26 year old mean that he had a level of independence that Damian had yet to achieve.

“Babs is out of town.” Which was code for, ‘I’d rather sleep here than sleep alone at my place where my girlfriend isn’t.’

Damian rolled his eyes. God, his brother was such a lovesick puppy. It made him sick.

“Wanna tell me why you can’t sleep?” Dick pushed.

His brother tried to sound casual, but there was an obvious concern. It was a question he would ask, but not Bruce. Checking in on people’s mental and emotional health was a responsibility that seemed to solely fall onto Dick.

“I probably wouldn’t tell you if I knew. But I don’t,” Damian answered before leaving the kitchen with his coffee.

His phone vibrated in his other hand as he walked up the stairs.

It was Y/N.

Damian opened the text message to find a 30 second video of the sun rising in Robinson Park. He could even hear the birds waking up, and felt like he was there. There was a romantic ambiance to it. Something only Y/N was capable of making him feel.

After watching the video, he read: “Morning! I feel like I haven’t seen you in awhile. Come over today… if you can.💚”

The truth was, Damian had been avoiding her. Furthermore, he was too much of a stubborn fool to realize that was why he hadn’t been sleeping lately.

And the thing was…he felt lousy when he wasn’t around Y/N. He wondered what she was doing. And then he wondered if she missed him as much as he missed her.

But Y/N was right: they hadn’t seen each other in at least two weeks. And that was out the ordinary for the two of them.

Before he could respond, Y/N sent another message.

It was a video of Y/N this time, sitting in a meadow of flowers with her cat, Cheddar.

Cheddar was an orange tabby cat with bright green eyes. Damian had found him as a kitten on patrol one night, shivering in the rain and malnourished. He knew his father would have a fit if he brought another stray back to the manor. So Damian brought it to Y/N.

Y/N immediately accepted the kitten as her own and named him Cheddar.

It made Damian happy knowing that she had another companion when he wasn’t around. She seemed to get lonelier than he did.

On top of that, after Joker set fire to Robinson Park over 5 years ago, Jon had also started a friendship with Y/N. But it was much harder for him to sneak away from Metropolis, especially since he was a terrible liar and…his father was Superman.

Damian looked at the message below the video with a smirk.

“Hey you little punk. Harley here. Look how cute our little sunflower is.”

Damian had already known it was her who sent it when he watched the video. Y/N would never send something of herself like that, preferring to show the beauty of nature and never herself. Harley must’ve stolen her phone.

He ignored the text, but watched the video two more times.

Damian was by no means a spiritual man. But when he looked at Y/N amongst her flowers and trees and grass, he truly believed it was what the Garden of Eden must look like. Despite his lack of education on such legends, he knew in his heart that Y/N was more beautiful than any depiction of Eve.

After her willow treehouse burnt down, Y/N made a new room for herself in the greenhouse. Poison Ivy wanted a closer eye on her anyway since she had nearly lost her daughter. And now that they knew about her friendship with Damian, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore.

Damian walked into the greenhouse to hear music blasting.

Ivy and Harley had margaritas in their hands. God knows how many they’d already had. Y/N and Harley were dancing around in circles, Y/N’s head thrown back in laughter as Harley twirled her around again and again.

Damian felt a warmth in his chest as he leaned against the opening of the room with his arms crossed.

Or maybe it was just hot in here. It was a greenhouse, after all.

“Bat boy!” Harley screeched, noticing his arrival. “Come dance with us!”

Y/N slowed her dancing to wince, knowing Damian would rather die.

But the harlequin skipped forward and dragged the teenage boy further into the room.

Damian groaned and simply stood in the middle of their makeshift dance floor, refusing to so much as move a single muscle.

“You’re no fun! Just like batsy!” Harley pouted.

“Leave him alone. He doesn’t like to dance,” Y/N defended as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

The tension and awkwardness immediately left Damian’s body when Y/N touched him.

“Want a margarita, Damian?” Poison Ivy asked.

“No, thank you.”

It was a good thing he said no, because Harley interrupted her girlfriend’s bartending to get her to dance. The song changed, getting a little slower. Ivy had a mischievous smirk as she let Harley pull her onto the middle of the open floor. Their bodies were passionately close.

“OK. Time to leave,” Y/N groaned and grabbed Damian by the hand, dragging him out of the greenhouse and back into the fresh air of the park.

“In about 5 minutes, they’re gonna be having sex in that kitchen,” she grumbled.

Damian couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ivy and Harley had a very open household when it came to sex. And while he knew Y/N benefited from it, she still would prefer not to be so close to her mother’s sex life.

And it wasn’t like no one ever talked about it in the Wayne household. But it was just always implied and not as healthy or honest as Y/N’s family. Well, Bruce never ever talked about his sex life. They were all just aware of how busy it was by the women that sneaked out of the manor early in the morning. Dick was always in relationships. Jason was always secretly in love with someone. And Tim was too sleep deprived to get some consistently.

“Where are you taking me?” Damian asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed by her dragging him around. But the truth was… he didn’t mind at all.

“The reservoir,” she cheered as if it were obvious.

“Isn’t it contaminated?” Damian asked.

“No,” Y/N laughed. “That’s a rumor my mother played up to stop punks from swimming in it. She wanted it as our own private pool. Thanks to me and mom, the water’s probably cleaner than any national parks.”

She led him to the edge of a boulder that worked as a natural pier overlooking the water.

The view almost made Gotham look beautiful. But both of them knew the truth of the city, and romanticizing it was dangerous.

“Let’s go swimming,” Y/N suddenly whispered.

“What?” Damian blurted out. “No.”

“Come on, Damian. Don’t be a killjoy.” She sounded so much like Harley.

Without waiting for another refusal, Y/N started taking off her dress.

Damian’s face immediately turned red and he quickly turned his back before he could see anything. “Y/N! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She giggled, and it caused goosebumps to go across Damian’s skin.

“I said I wanted to go swimming. So I’m swimming.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear, so it took all about 5 seconds to get undressed, making it an even closer call for Damian almost seeing her completely naked.

“A little warning,” he over his shoulder, cheeks blushing.

He heard a splash and turned around to find Y/N in the water.

“It’s just a body, D. Everyone has one,” she chuckled.

Luckily for him, the water shielded him from seeing any details of her nudity.

“What? Are you scared?” Y/N teased, knowing exactly how to get him to do what she wanted.

Damian glared at her. “I am not scared of anything.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to prove that to me…”

He huffed.

“Do you want me to turn around?” She showed him mercy.

The two of them weren’t kids anymore. They were teenagers – 16 years old, to be exact. Damian had his drivers license. But his father still wouldn’t let him drive the batmobile. Meanwhile, Y/N had been driving since she was 12 – thanks to Harley.

Every day Y/N looked less like that little girl he first met, and more and more like a young woman. Her curves grew, making her less cute and more beautiful. After all, she was the daughter of Poison Ivy, Gotham’s own seductress and femme fatale.

Meanwhile, Damian grew inches, standing at 6 feet tall – and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. The rest of his body still hadn’t caught up though, and he was still skinny and toned. Just another gangly teenage boy.

Without waiting for his response, Y/N turned her back to him. “I promise I won’t look.”

Damian gave up this fight and quickly got rid of his clothes, diving perfectly into the water like an olympic swimmer.

“Happy?” He growled when she turned around to face him.

Her smile dropped when she realized he really was annoyed with her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I forget that you’re family is much more…”

“Prude,” he snapped.

“No, I was going to say conservative.”

Y/N smiled mischievously. “You know…you have a very cute butt…”

“You said you weren’t gonna look,” Damian growled.

“Oh, I didn’t look just now. It’s just a fact.”

Damian rolled his eyes before splashing water in her face.

“Hey!” She laughed and splashed him back.

And a full on water fight began.

By the end, they were both laughing and smiling.

Very few people could get so emotions and expressions out of Damian Wayne. And sometimes it seemed as though Y/N saw it as her sole responsibility.

“Hey, I have a proposition.”

Damian tilted his head and looked suspicious. “Here we go…”

“Let’s go to a bar!” Y/N cheered.

“A bar? Why?”

“Because we haven’t been, obviously. Come on. It’ll be fun, and you know it.”

Damian had no desire to go to a bar. Why would he want to hang out with a bunch of drunk adults? He barely tolerated people when they were sober.

“We’re 16, Y/N. No one is going to allow us into a bar.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Harley could get us the world’s best fake IDs in about 2 hours. But we wouldn’t even need them. Did you forget I can get people to do whatever I want?”

It was true.

As Y/N grew older, her abilities grew too. And she became even more powerful – more powerful than Poison Ivy would ever be. Persuasion and mind control were one of her many gifts. She’d gotten better at controlling them. But her emotions sometimes got the best of her.

If she wasn’t such a saint, Y/N’s powers would be terrifying and dangerous.

But she would never be comfortable with hurting and killing people like her mothers were. She understood that their victims deserved what they got. But she still knew she could never live with herself if she hurt someone again – especially by accident.

“Why do you even want to go to a bar so badly?” Damian questioned.

“I feel – I don’t know – suffocated,” Y/N admitted. “I wanna experience…something. Anything, really.”

Y/N had started leaving Robinson Park more and more. But it was always under the supervision of someone. Either her mother or Harley. But they both allowed such trips without them if Damian or Jon was with her. Sometimes it was to a coffee shop or a food truck. But to Gotham, Y/N still didn’t exist.

“There are better things to experience than a grimy bar,” Damian argued. “How about we go to the art museum tomorrow?”

Y/N didn’t hide her disappointment, but just nodded.

She started swimming back to the boulder. But she stopped before pulling herself out of the water.

“Oh, no,” she gasped.

“What?”

“I think Harley stole our clothes…”

“You have got to be joking,” Damian groaned.

Y/N sighed.

She could care less about walking around naked. Between the three women, they were practically a nudist colony. She and her mother needed the sun to stay strong, and would often sunbathe in the nude to relax when they were tired. And Harley just joined in on the fun. Y/N’s mothers made sure she realized there was nothing to be ashamed of with her body, that she was beautiful. Y/N just didn’t associate nudity with desire or sex.

But she knew Damian wasn’t raised the same way she was.

“I have a solution,” Y/N muttered.

Without giving Damian any warning, she gracefully lifted herself out of the water and on top of the boulder.

Damian knew he should look away. He was raised to be a gentleman by his father, Alfred, and his brothers. But his eyes were glued to her like he was in a trance.

Y/N didn’t realize he was staring at her naked body as she held out her arms and closed her eyes – not that she cared. Slowly, tiny green vines crawled up her body, and water lilies and lotus flowers started blooming against her skin. They were the only things keeping her decent, covering the most intimate parts of her body like a bathing suit and then like nature’s lingerie. She looked like The Birth of Venus.

Then she held out her palm and a giant leaf – the size of a grown man – grew from it.

She turned around and bent down to the water from atop of the boulder. “Here. You can use this until we get our clothes back.” He could basically use it as a towel and wrap it around his waist.

But Damian didn’t take it.

He had completely lost control of himself. The other thing about being a teenager was puberty, erratic hormones, and the lack of control he had over…well, certain parts of his body.

Damian wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Just…give me a minute. OK?”

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “What do you–” Then her face dropped, “Oh.”

Damian wanted to escape this moment so he dunked his head underwater.

God, if his brothers ever found out about this…

When he resurfaced, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. “I’m gonna give you a minute while I go fight Harley back for your clothes!” He could hear her call out from a distance.

By some miracle, Damian had gotten control of himself by the time Y/N came back with his clothes politely folded in her hands.

“Harley said she was sorry,” she told him.

“No she didn’t,” Damian growled.

Y/N winced. “No, she didn’t,” she admitted.

Then she turned around.

Damian quickly dropped the giant leaf and changed into his clothes with a speed even he didn’t know he had.

“You can…turn around,” he sighed.

Instead of having a teasing smirk on her face, Y/N looked rather serious.

Without saying anything, they walked back to the greenhouse. Somehow Damian knew she was leading them back to her bedroom. And he blindly followed. It was where they usually hung out, Harley and Ivy almost never bothering them.

Y/N walked in and sat on the edge of her neatly made bed.

“Damian,” she mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Oh, god. He was going to have to explain himself. She probably thought he was some kind of creep now, no better than some peeping tom or pedophile.

He nodded, knowing there was nowhere for him to hide.

“Why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Oh. This was not what he’d expected.

“I haven’t been avoiding you. Father has me on back to back patrol.”

Y/N shook her head. “You’ve never been too busy for me. Not even when you thought your father was dead and Dick was taking care of you.”

Damian sighed. “I don’t know what you are expecting me to say, Y/N.”

“Something’s changed between us. And I know you feel it, too.”

“I don’t know what you speak of,” he growled.

Now she was getting angry. And she shot up from the bed to stand up to him.

“Please don’t lie to me! Everyone’s noticed a change: my mom, Harley, even Jon.”

“We’re friends, Y/N. Always have been. Always will be,” he pushed.

Y/N stepped closer to him. “If you really feel that way, that’s fine. But I don’t think you do, Damian.”

He froze in place as she got closer and closer.

He’d dreamt of this moment for so long. And in this moment, he realized why he had been feeling off, why he couldn’t sleep, why he had been avoiding her.

Damian Wayne was in love.

And she knew him better than anyone, so that meant she had put it together long before he did.

Y/N cupped his cheek.

Damian swore his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

She leaned closer, but stopped when their lips were just a few centimeters apart. Her eyes flickered up to his, scared of making a mistake. But Damian did nothing to push her away, so Y/N closed the last of the distance between them. Her lips moved against his so smoothly. He knew this was her first kiss, but it sure didn’t seem like it.

But suddenly a toxic feeling washed over Damian.

No.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Love was for children. Love made people weak.

Love is why his father pushed women away left and right. Love is why Dick lost his focus on missions and ended up hurt. Love was what got Jason killed.

Damian shoved Y/N away from him, breaking the kiss harshly.

She instantly looked hurt.

“How do I know this is real? Huh?” Damian cried out. “How do I know this isn’t you?”

‘You’ as in her abilities. Her pheromones that brought even the strongest to their knees to worship the ground she walked on and give in to their darkest sexual desires.

He had never seen her do such a thing, but he had seen her mother’s powers in action. And Y/N was stronger than her, so he knew she could do the same.

Y/N looked hurt. Her eyes glowed green as they filled with tears. “Damian,” she whispered shakily, hurt clear in her voice.

“You have the power of seduction, do you not?”

But his heart screamed, ‘Damian, what are you doing?’

“I-I-I would never use my powers on you like that!” She stuttered out in a gasp, as tears flooded down her face. “You know I wouldn’t!”

“But what if you didn’t even realize you were doing it? How can you be so sure?”

Y/N was crying now. “I am sure!”

“How?” Damian fought back.

“Because I just am! Don’t you trust me?” She sobbed.

Damian was breathing heavily, but said nothing.

And that was worst than speaking. He’d missed his window to take everything back before it was too late.

“Get out,” Y/N suddenly growled.

His eyes shot to hers.

“I said get the fuck out!”

He didn’t move.

“LEAVE, DAMIAN!” Her eyes glowed and her veins turned green, covering her skin with poisonous lines.

He jumped back, never seeing her angry before.

But he did what she said and he fled.

When he got to the kitchen, Ivy and Harley were playing cards.

“Where’s the fire, kiddo?” Harley asked as they saw him rushing out .

He ignored them. As soon as he was outside of the greenhouse, he ran. And he didn’t stop running until he was at the gates of Wayne Manor.

Y/N eyed the bar from across the street.

‘Don’t be such a baby,’ she thought and crossed the street.

The heels she was wearing made her feel like a newborn dear. Her dress left little to the imagination and showed all the right skin. She opted for a dress with earthy tones instead of her family’s notorious green.

Y/N wasn’t a kid anymore. And she wanted to feel like a woman.

She came with the intention to find trouble. After being denied by Damian, she convinced herself the only way to feel better was to get what she wanted from someone else – even if it was a stranger in a bar.

In regards to her sexuality, Ivy and Harley had been rather disappointed when Y/N came out as straight to them.

“Are ya sure you’re not somewhere in the middle, sunflower?” Harley pushed when she told them. “Maybe this is just a phase…”

Both Harley and her mother had almost always known they were bisexual. And they had just assumed Y/N would grow up to be the same.

However, Ivy was more accepting of Y/N’s coming out. But Y/N had still seen the worry and dread in her mother’s eyes. Ivy hated men and didn’t trust them. She knew Y/N would have more heartbreak from them than she ever would from any female lover.

Ivy had never hidden her misandry, and tried to prepare her daughter for the evils of men since the day she was born.

But Ivy still had soother her daughter’s worries, “We’ll love you no matter what.”

Now Y/N stood in front of the bouncer.

“ID?” He glared at her.

And here was her first test.

Y/N tilted her head to the side and gave him a tempting look as she let her pheromones loose. “Oh, you sure you need that from me, handsome?”

She watched as his body loss control. He blinked rapidly as her pheromones took control of his body and mind.

He cleared his throat. “Of course, I don’t. Go right in, beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she cooed and walked past him as he held the door open for her.

But now that she was in the dim lighting of the semi-crowded bar, her courage wavered. Everyone stared at her as she entered. Whether it was from her powers or just her, she had no idea. It was hard to tell.

Y/N was suddenly overcome with anxiety.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew?

But she pushed the thought out of her head.

Y/N had seen her mother in action enough times to know how to do this. And she didn’t need to use her powers. No, she could seduce a man without help.

‘Get a drink. That’ll calm you down,’ a voice said in her head.

She slowly walked to the edge of the bar and instantly got the attention of the bartender.

A few seconds later, he had her drink in front of her, “On the house, darlin’.”

Y/N blinked in surprise.

Even after a few sips, she was still nearly shaking from nerves.

Little did she know her pheromones were slowly filling the bar, affecting all of the patrons. There were no windows and no airflow, and therefore she was slowly poisoning the entire bar with desire for her.

And there was no fooling, Y/N was still a child, a teenager. And she had yet to fully understand what men were capable of when they saw something they wanted. They took what they wanted.

Suddenly a man grabbed Y/N by the arm and turned her around.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” He growled.

Y/N gasped at how forward he was and how little space he gave her.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, shoving him away.

But as soon as he stepped back, she saw that the whole bar was on their feet and staring at her. They all wanted her – even the women. But they weren’t who she had to worry about.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N whispered as she tried to find her escape.

Suddenly all of them rushed her, wanting to touch her skin, to feel her.

She shoved one after another away.

But then she was grabbed by a middle-aged man. He was at least 6’5 and built like a brick house – he was too strong to push off of her.

Y/N yelped when he shoved her through the bar and out the back door, bringing them into an alleyway.

“Get off of me! Don’t fucking touch me!” Y/N screamed.

But she underestimated her poison and pheromone’s hold over the man. He wanted her and he didn’t care where or how.

He shoved her on top of a closed dumpster.

“Please,” Y/N begged. “Please stop.”

He growled, pulled down the thin straps of her dress, exposing her black, strapless bra. Then he hiked up the hem of her dress to her waist.

Y/N panicked, trying to think of all the self defense her mother and Harley taught her. But she never had to use it under pressure, and her body was crippling now.

She was sobbing and trying to shove the man off of her. But he was so strong.

He grabbed the band of her underwear and swiftly pulled, ripping them off.

“HEY! HEY!” A distorted voice yelled from the end of the alley. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!”

But Y/N didn’t even hear them. Her body was too busy going into survival mode.

As the man was busy with undoing his pants, Y/N’s veins ran green and her eyes turned green, but they didn’t glow this time. No, they didn’t want to alert her prey.

It was like Y/N’s body had been taken over.

And it was now grasping the mans face and then pulled it to hers. Her lips slammed against his and she wrapped them into a deadly kiss.

The poison only took seconds to transfer to his body.

When it took effect, he stumbled away from her and took a step back. His eyes were wide with fear and his mouth was open as if gasping for air.

A second later, he dropped to the ground.

Dead.

“Holy fucking shit,” that same voice spoke again.

Y/N looked up to see a giant figure in a leather jacket and a bright red helmet.

“Stay away from me!” She gasped.

The figure held up its hands. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

But she ignored him, staring down at the now dead man who had assaulted her.

“I killed him,” she whispered. “I killed him. I killed him. I fucking killed him.”

The man in the red helmet. ��Listen to me, you didn’t do shit.” Then, without hesitating, he whipped out a gun and shot the dead man 3 times in the chest.

Y/N jumped and covered her ears as she winced. She’d never heard a gun before…and it scared the shit out of her.

“See? I killed the bastard,” he told her, his voice still managing to sound surprisingly soft for being distorted by the mechanics of his helmet.

Y/N was slowly coming out of her panic attack.

Jason figured it was a safe to approach her. He slowly took of his helmet, realizing that it probably was doing little to comfort her. But he still had his black domino mask to protect his identity. Then he shook off his leather jacket and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, giving her decency and hopefully keeping her warm.

Y/N looked up at him cautiously. And recognition finally crossed her eyes. “I-I-I know you,” she whispered in a stutter.

Jason seemed to relax a little.

A lot of people in Gotham knew his alter ego. Some people saw him as a hero, others were scared of him. But at least he didn’t seem like a creepy stranger to her and he could actually help her now.

“Y-You’re Jason,” she added, making him freeze in his place. “Jason Todd.”

——

Damian had been assigned to patrol the safest neighborhood in Gotham.

It was what he deserved, really.

Last night he had nearly got his head shot off and it was completely his fault. He had been sloppy and in his head, not focusing on the mission at hand. And his father instantly noticed and reprimanded him accordingly.

Deep down Damian knew the punishment was really his father expressing his fear for almost watching his son die. But that didn’t stop the teenage boy from being bitter.

Now he stood on the roof top of a building, looking down at the streets below, fully aware that he would probably see no action tonight.

Obviously he knew why he’d been off his game.

Y/N.

He shouldn’t have said what he did. And he definitely shouldn’t have abandoned her. He was a coward. He saw that now. But in a way, he still believed he did what was best for them. Well, what was best for her. Damian didn’t care what the hell happened to him.

How could they ever truly be together?

They were enemies.

Her mothers, though not being evil, were still dangerous criminals. They didn’t respect the law and they did what they pleased – even if it meant hurting people to get their way. They’d been in and out of Arkham far too many times.

How could Damian be Batman’s accomplice when his girlfriend was so close in the crime he was trying to end?

Not to mention his family would never approve. Why did she think he was hiding their innocent friendship from them after all these years?

As Damian was lost in thought, his comm piece suddenly rang in a blood curdling frequency that hurt his tympanum.

He gasped and ripped it out of his ear, hoping it didn’t just make him go deaf.

But then his senses picked up on an intruder and he quickly realized he was not alone.

Damian whipped around to see Jason jumping onto the roof.

“There you are! Fucking hell! I’m been looking for you everywhere, Damian!”

The use of his given name was the first sign that something terrible had happened. No matter how bad things got Jason never used Damian’s name, opting to use Demon Spawn or Baby Bat or Bastard Child at all times.

“Todd,” the teenager greeted in a growl, expecting him to say one of his brothers or Bruce had gotten injured.

“You need to come with me,” Jason’s voice was nothing but serious.

“Why?” Damian couldn’t help but challenge him. “Did you just short circuit my comms?”

“I can’t explain here. Just do as I ask.”

10 minutes later, Damian realized that Jason had taken him to one of his safe houses in the city.

“Todd, if you don’t start talking soon…” Damian growled as Jason opened the metal gate of his industrial elevator.

But as soon as he entered the safe-house, Damian sensed another presence. It was loft style, so everything was open and easily searchable.

Y/N was sitting in the furthest corner, legs hugged to her chest. She was shaking so much that even the blanket wrapped over her shoulders couldn’t stop it. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged underneath her eyes, further proving that she had been crying – and crying hard.

Without asking anymore questions, Damian rushed to her side.

“Damian,” Y/N whimpered and buried her face into his chest, starting to cry once again.

“It’s OK. You’re OK. I’m here. I’m here,” Damian whispered to her as he rubbed her back.

But Y/N couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell him what had happened. She just cried and cried until she couldn’t cry any more.

Eventually, she wore herself out and Damian had carried her to the couch. He undid his cape to cover her as she slept.

As soon as he was convinced, she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, he went to Jason who had been lingering in the kitchen.

“Tell me everything,” Damian demanded.

Jason recalled all that he had seen earlier that night and what Y/N had done. And he watched as Damian got angrier and angrier the further he got.

Then he was disturbingly silent once Jason had finished.

“Did you call her mother?” Damian finally asked, slow and steady.

“Oh, you mean Poison fucking Ivy?” Jason shot back incredulously. “No, I didn’t. She asked me not to. Said she didn’t want any more people to die.”

Damian nodded. That made sense to him.

“When she wakes up, can you drive us back to Robinson Park?”

Jason nodded.

“And…I need you…Can you cover for me tonight?”

Jason quirked an eyebrow. “Cover for you?”

“Just tell father I’m sleeping at your place tonight or something. He will think I’m sulking since he sidelined me tonight.” Then Damian looked over at Y/N sleeping. “I can’t…I can’t leave her tonight, Todd.”

Jason was processing this all much better than he would imagine. And instead of overwhelming him with a million questions, he just nodded his head again.

——

As Jason drove them to Robinson Park, Y/N fell back asleep in the backseat in Damian’s arms.

Damian didn’t bother to wake her when they reached the greenhouse. He just carried her into the greenhouse.

“I’ll pick you up right here early tomorrow morning,” Jason told him.

Damian nodded.

He had called Poison Ivy and Harley at Jason’s safe-house to explain the situation. They were worried out of their minds. But Damian insisted that they couldn’t bombard her tonight. It would only stress Y/N out more. His only saving grace in calming them down was that they trusted him with Y/N’s life and knew she’d be safe with him.

Ivy and Harley were waiting at the entrance with worry in their eyes.

Ivy rushed forward quietly and brushed Y/N’s hair away from her face. Then she scanned the rest of her body for obvious injuries. There were bruises across her arms and shoulders. But they all knew the real damage was mental.

“Do you mind…May I spend the night with her?” Damian asked softly.

Ivy gave him a sympathetic look.

“Of course you can, sugar,” Harley answered for her.

Damian just nodded and carried Y/N to her bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and started changing out of his Robin uniform. He had extra clothes at Y/N’s place and quickly changed into them.

“Damian?” Y/N croaked.

He turned and hurried to the bed. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed quietly.

“Sorry? Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“I didn’t mean to do it,” she whispered.

“I know, Y/N. I know.” Damian slipped onto the other side of her bed and Y/N instantly moved into his arms. “Just sleep tonight,” he sighed. “We can talk in the morning.”

She nodded into chest and hugged him tighter.

They had countless secret sleepovers as kids. But they weren’t like this. Those were filled with flashlights, sleeping bags, and giggling until exhaustion gave them no choice but to pass out. This cuddling was new. And now Y/N was embracing him like a lifeline.

Damian lay awake for most the night.

She went to the bar alone because he wouldn’t go with her.

If he hadn’t hurt her, if he hadn’t lied and pushed her away…then none of this ever would’ve happened.

The sunrise came far to quick for his liking.

But Y/N woke up with it.

She had always been an early riser, claiming to want to get as much as the sun as she could.

“You’re still here,” she greeted him sleepily.

Damian kissed her forehead. “Of course I am.”

“They’ll know I did it,” she whispered suddenly, looking up at the ceiling.

“No. No one will ever know. Your mothers took care of it.”

The body would never be found. Just like the first time Y/N accidentally took someone’s life. And just like last time, Damian would never tell a soul and would protect Y/N with his life.

“Damian, I lost control. I tried to stop it. But they…they wouldn’t stop. The whole bar was possessed. And I only have myself to blame.”

“We’ll practice,” Damian tried to assure her. “Your mother and I will make sure nothing like this will ever happen again.”

But he knew it would take more than that to convince Y/N that she wasn’t a danger to herself or anyone around her.

“Y/N…” his voice shook.

Y/N finally took her eyes off the glass ceiling to look at him.

“I’m sorry for what I did the other night. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Her eyes softened and she caressed his cheek. “I know you didn’t, Damian. I know.”

“But I still hurt you,” he wasn’t going to let himself off that easily.

“You did. But I know why you reacted that way.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But this was never meant to happen. I was trained for many things, and being someone’s partner was not one of them. This. All of this…it scares me.”

Y/N smirked at that. “I thought you weren’t scared of anything.”

“I’m scared of being in love. I’m scared of you being used against me or getting caught in the life I born into.”

“I’m stronger than you think, Damian.”

And last night had a fucked up way of proving that to her.

“I’m scared, too.” She whispered. “But I don’t want to give up.”

Instead of responding, Damian crashed his lips against hers. And Y/N quickly kissed him back. But Damian was careful after what happened to Y/N last night. He didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast. So he reluctantly pulled away after a few minutes.

Y/N stared into his green eyes a moment before telling him, “I want to give you something.”

She jumped out of bed and shuffled to one of her dressers. She grabbed something out of it and hurried back to the bed, kneeling in front of Damian now.

She opened her palm to show him a corked test tube that was filled with a liquid that seemed to be glowing slightly, not that much different than her eyes.

“What is this?” Damian asked carefully, not taking it from her quite yet.

“It’s an anecdote. It protects anyone from all of mine and my mother’s toxins, poisons, and pheromones. It also cures all of them if given to the victim in time.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would you give me this?”

“If you’re still unsure if your feelings are real…take this.”

Damian pushed her hand away. “I don’t need to. I know how I feel.”

Y/N’s head hung.

“Unless you are the one that’s unsure,” Damian suddenly realized. “I’ll take the damn thing now just to prove it to you.”

“No. I know it’s real,” Y/N mumbled.

“You do?”

Y/N gave Damian a sad smile. “You don’t look at me the way those people did last night. You’re eyes aren’t filled with hunger and domination. You look at me with patience and…love,” she finished. “I know what forced lust looks like, and never once have you shown it.”

Damian couldn’t help himself and brought her face to his so he could kiss her once again.

“I want you to have it,” Y/N whispered when their kiss ended.

She shoved the anecdote in Damian’s hand.

He looked at it, realizing there were very few things she could do that would stronger show how much she trusted him.

Before Damian could say anything on the matter, his phone started ringing.

He sighed, “That will be Todd…”

“You have to go,” she finished for him.

“I don’t want to leave you. But my father is most likely suspicious already.”

As if on cue, Cheddar jumped onto the bed and snuggled against Y/N.

“I won’t be alone,” she laughed, as she pet the top of her cat’s head. “And you know the moms are going to be hovering all day…”

Damian smiled. He reached under the cat’s chin, finding his favorite scratching spot. “Good boy. Look after her for me.”

He begrudgingly got up to leave and but quickly turned around for one last kiss.

Y/N laughed at his antics. She could definitely get used to this new side of Damian.

Damian was silent the whole car ride back to the manor.

And when they reached the manor’s gates, Damian’s plan was to quickly jump out and make his escape.

But Jason saw this coming and immediately locked the doors. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he warned.

Damian scoffed and crossed his arms.

“I think after all the shit last night, you owe me some answers.”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“How long has this little secret relationship been goin’ on, huh?”

Damian thought what his odds were of successfully lying to Jason. Out of all of them, Jason was best at lying. Did that also mean he was the best at reading a lie?

But Jason was right: he deserved answers. He took care of Y/N and had the sense to temporarily hide the body before Ivy and Harley could get rid of it for good.

The least Damian could do in return is tell him the truth. He actually owed him even more than that.

“Since we were 8,” he mumbled.

Jason’s eyebrows rose. “8! You’ve kept this a secret since you were 8!?”

“Look, I knew none of you would approve – especially father. And her very existence is a secret. I did it to protect her.”

Jason seemed surprised by the protectiveness that was thick in Damian’s tone.

Damian fully faced him, “You have already done enough for us. But I need you to promise that you will never tell anyone about her and what happened last night.”

Jason scoffed. “I thrive off keeping secrets from this family.”

But Damian already knew that Jason would never expose them.

“So…you two…you’re…like…dating?” Jason cringed.

Damian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a child, Todd.”

He smirked. “So, that’s a yes.” Then he closely studied Damian’s face. “Oh, fuck. You love her.”

Damian was silent for a moment, neither denying or confirming the statement.

But Jason already knew the truth.

“Can I go now?” Damian growled.

“One more thing,” Jason reached in the back seat of the car and shoved something into Damian’s chest.

It was a box of condoms.

Damian looked flabbergasted and his face turned bright red. “How the hell am I supposed to walk in with these?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something,” Jason shot back and then pointed a finger to Damian’s chest. “Wrap your dick. I don’t want anymore demon spawn in this fuckin’ city.”

He finally unlocked the car doors.

Damian rolled his eyes and made his escape.

He practically sprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom, immediately hiding the box of condoms in his secret compartment.

Dick found Bruce in the bat cave, working. That man was always working.

Without waiting for an invitation, Dick took the empty chair next to Bruce and joined him in staring at the screens.

“Please tell me you’ve noticed Damian acting differently,” Dick hummed casually. “Something’s been off with him.”

Bruce blinked, but kept looking at the screens. He hesitated before telling him, “I believe he has a girlfriend.”

Dick’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Bruce shrugged.

“…and do you plan on talking to him about that?” Dick questioned.

“What for?”

He rubbed his face with frustration. “Bruce, you cannot be serious.”

“If he wanted to talk to me about it, he would,” Bruce answered.

“He’s just as emotionally constipated as you are,” Dick snapped. “You really think he’s going to be the one to start the conversation.”

Bruce finally took his eyes off the screen to face him. “Has he talked to you about it?”

Damian’s habit of going to Dick as more as of a father than Bruce was a sensitive topic. And Dick knew deep down it made Bruce upset that his son didn’t trust him the same way he did his oldest brother.

Dick’s silence answered his question.

“How did you even figure it out?” Dick asked. “Have you been tracking him?”

Bruce shook his head. “He walked in with a box of condoms the other day.”

“Well, at least he’s being safe – no thanks for you,” Dick groaned.

Bruce sighed. “I taught Damian to be respectful – we all did. I don’t think you need to be worried about it.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Do you know who she is?”

Bruce shook his head.

“And are you going to continue your privacy-abusing ways and find out?”

“If and when Damian wants to introduce us is his decision.”

Dick had enough and stood up. “This family is so messed up when it comes to relationships,” he mumbled as he walked away.

6 MONTHS LATER

Damian had walked into the greenhouse to find Ivy and Harley looking at a map of some kind. No, they were blue prints.

As soon as they noticed his entrance, they rolled up the paper.

Damian quirked an eyebrow, but ignored it. “Is Y/N in her room?”

They both nodded.

He bowed his head and started walking past.

“Not so fast, kiddo,” Harley interrupted.

Damian paused.

“It’s time we had a little talk,” she said with an evil smirk.

Damian rubbed his face. He had been dreading this conversation. But, honestly, he was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. After all, the two of them knew the exact moment his and Y/N’s relationship had moved from platonic to romantic.

“We want to make sure ya treatin’ our little sunflower right,” Harley cooed.

“She has an IUD…” Damian noted, as if it was obvious, because they were the reason she even got one.

“We’re not talking about safety. We’re talking about pleasure,” Harley clarified with her infamous cackle.

Damian groaned. God, this was so much worse than the safe sex talk. “Believe it or not, my mother taught me quite a lot about female anatomy.”

“Your mother also drugged your father and assaulted him to get pregnant with you,” Ivy pointed out. “So I that doesn’t exactly comfort me.”

“I would never do that to her or anyone,” Damian said darkly, insulted that she had even suggested he was capable of the same mistakes his mother made.

“Look little puddin’, we wouldn’t be worried about this if you were a gal,” Harley told him bluntly. “Most men don’t know what they’re doing. And teenage boys definitely don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t appreciate the female body…”

“OK! Enough!” Y/N shouted suddenly.

None of them had heard her walk in the room.

Damian looked at Y/N like she was his knight in shining armor.

“Fuck. You two are mortifying,” Y/N hissed as she grabbed Damian’s hand and dragged him to her bedroom.

Once they were in the safety and privacy of her room, Damian relaxed.

“I’m so sorry about them,” rubbed her face in embarrassment.

But Damian didn’t think she should apologize on their behalf. “How do they know we haven’t had sex yet?”

Y/N shrugged. “My pheromones. Mother would instantly know.”

“Interesting…” he mumbled.

Although, Y/N didn’t share with Damian the fact that she had recently started asking her moms more specific questions on the subject and way more frequently.

Suddenly, Y/N stepped very close to her boyfriend with an adorable smile.

“Hi,” she giggle before kissing him, upset she couldn’t immediately do it upon his arrival. Instead she had to save him from her moms.

“Hello,” he greeted with a smile when they broke apart.

“So,” Y/N sighed as she plopped herself to sit on the edge of her bed. “What exactly did your mother teach you about female anatomy?”

“You heard that?” He groaned.

She laughed at his embarrassment.

Damian blushed. “Truly, I would prefer the classic threat to my life that dads give, than two moms asking if I know how to pleasure their daughter.”

Now Y/N was really laughing.

But Damian had enough of the teasing and embarrassment.

He slowly walked to the edge of the bed and didn’t stop until he stood between Y/N’s legs. She yelped with his hands gripped her waist and brought it to his, eliminating all space between their bodies.

Then he dipped his head. “But trust me when I said my mother was very thorough in her teachings. She always said the world has no more room for disappointing male lovers.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “Damian Wayne. Who are you?”

Damian answered her question with a passionate kiss.

He pulled them fully onto the back, hovering over his girlfriend as he deepened the kiss.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Damian asked, his voice husky from kissing.

“Nothing,” Y/N laughed lightly.

“Will you come spend the night with me at the condo?” He asked.

The condo as in one of his father’s many properties in the city. It was a penthouse in one of the few safe areas of Gotham.

But Y/N knew what he was really asking, and he seemed to read her mind.

Damian cleared his throat. “I have quickly realized that I want to be far, far away from your moms when…” the words died out.

And he was back to shy and unsure self.

“You don’t even have to ask,” she whispered to him as she thumb traced his bottom lip.

“Actually I do have to ask,” Damian corrected.

Y/N had to follow very strict instructions when she arrived at the Wayne condo. This was all to ensure that no one would catch her entrance on any security footage and Damian could hide that they were ever there.

“What’s all this?” She asked when he led her to the kitchen. Her eyes took in all the ingredients on the kitchen island.

“I thought I would make you dinner…” Damian told her as if it were obvious and should’ve been expected.

Y/N’s heart warmed and she quickly kissed him.

Their night was normal. More normal than their relationship or friendship has ever been.

It almost made them feel like a normal couple: Damian cooking. Having a place to themselves. No hiding. No parents invading their privacy.

They felt like adults. And they felt free.

Y/N was amazed at Damian’s cooking. He had never done this before – mostly because there was never an opportunity.

When they were done eating, a comfortable and peaceful silence fell over them. The music Y/N put on and the rain outside were only things they listened to.

Y/N slipped out of her chair went to Damian’s lap. He welcomed her body against his.

“Thank you for dinner,” Y/N told him softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I honestly had no idea you could cook,” she giggled.

Damian just kissed her in response.

“I’m gonna clean up,” Y/N told him, starting to get up from his lap.

But Damian tightened his grip and wouldn’t let her.

“Leave it,” he told her.

It was soft, but Y/N could tell she shouldn’t argue with him.

Damian carefully stood from the chair with her still in his arms. He may have been a lanky teenager, but he was disturbingly strong from this training and life as Robin.

He carried her to the master bedroom.

Everything happened so slowly. But in Y/N’s head, it was all so fast.

Next thing she knew, they were naked under the covers, kissing more and more passionately.

Damian pulled away and looked down at her with concern.

“What? What’s wrong?” She quickly asked. Her breathing was so shallow.

“You are trembling,” he said quietly.

“I’m fine,” she answered too quickly.

But he narrowed his eyes, silently warning her not to lie to him.

“I’m…umm…” She struggled to speak.

Y/N’s eyes simmered green suddenly, not glowing like usual, but dark. Damian had never seen them do that before.

“I’m really fucking nervous right now,” she finally admitted.

“Y/N,” Damian murmured. “We do not have to do this.”

“No, no, no,” she tried to shut that down.

“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” He asked, immediately thinking he had done something wrong.

Y/N’s eyes widened “No, you didn’t do anything, Damian.”

Then she pulled his face down to keep kissing him.

But Damian gently pulled away. “Do not do that,” he warned gently.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like you are alright when you are not.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpered. “It was just the build up. I’ve been getting more and more anxious all night. And now I’m all in my head.”

Damian slowly got out of bed and started shuffling around the room. He put his boxer briefs back on and started looking for fresh clothes in the closet, and then handed her an oversize cotton shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed as Y/N looked at him with confusion.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked so quietly, scared of his answer.

Damian blinked, and then his face scrunched in realization.

He quickly cupped her face. “What? I would never be mad at you for such a thing. Do not ever apologize for saying no to me. Understand?”

He was using his Robin voice and it really caught Y/N off guard.

But it was clear he was waiting for a confirmation from her, so she quickly nodded.

“I would never make you do something you were not completely comfortable with,” he added gently.

She nodded again. “I know that. I was just scared to admit that I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Come here,” he told her as he slid back into the bed, pulling her back into his arms.

Y/N didn’t bother putting on the shirt he’d handed her. The nudity wasn’t her problem, it never was.

“I love you,” she uttered so quietly, almost like she was speaking to the night.

“Wana ahibuk, ya habibi,” he whispered into her hair before kissing her.

Y/N didn’t speak Arabic – she was working on that – but somehow she still felt what he’d spoken to her.

“We need to regroup!” Dick screamed in his comms to the family. “They’ve split us apart on purpose!”

It was true. Whoever was behind this attack had known that the bat family patrolled different areas of Gotham, and now they’d taken advantage of that.

“I’m trying to find an out!” Tim huffed, clearly out of breath as he kept fighting.

Damian ignored his brothers. Maybe it was his arrogance, but he tended to almost never panic in situations like this.

However, what he was worried about was missing date night with Y/N.

He was supposed to meet her 30 minutes ago.

Then a familiar figure dropped down in front of him.

Slade.

Damian’s jaw clenched at the sight of him.

That explained how the attack had been planned so well: Slade knew their family well. Too well.

And there had been a certain rivalry between Damian and him since he’d taken one of his eyes as a mere boy.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the world’s most entitled brat,” Slade cooed as he unsheathed both of his swords.

Damian glared. “Did you come to lose your other eye?” He held his sword at the ready, correcting his stance.

The next second, they were charging each other and their sword fighting began.

Slade was still a few inches taller than Damian’s teenage height. But the growth spurt still made Damian at less of a disadvantage than when he faced off with the traitor as a child.

Their swords collided, locking them in place.

Slade lowered his head closer. “Tell me…how does it feel to never truly belong?”

Damian shoved him away, but the man kept talking.

“You’re not strong enough for the League, but you’re far too corrupt to ever truly be the noble Batman’s son.”

Damian growled at the comment, but said nothing more.

Slade was clearly trying to distract him or a get a enough of a rise out of him that he lost his focus.

They continued fighting, both growing more exhausted.

The fight when on and on and one, then Damian suddenly heard a scream of pain in his comms.

It was Tim.

The sound alone caused Damian to mess up his footing.

Slade noticed and immediately took advantage of it. He sliced his sword across Damian’s chest, striking him down.

Damian groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Not even a second later, Slade sent a kick to his middle, further injuring Damian and knocking him completely to the ground.

‘Get up!’ Damian’s mind told him. ‘Get up you weakling.’

Slade put his sword underneath his chin. “No one will miss you,” he smirked.

No. That wasn’t true. His family would. Of course they would.

But that’s not who Damian was thinking of. No. Not at all.

It was Y/N’s face that flashed in his mind. She would miss him. In fact, he wasn’t sure she’d ever recover. She loved him so much. In fact, Damian was sure he’d never be loved as much by anyone else in his life ever again.

Damian looked up, meeting his fate. He refused to show fear in death.

Slade raised his sword.

Except it never fell.

Instead Slade was ripped back 30 feet like a rocket.

Damian looked around in a panic.

Giant vines erupted form the concrete of Gotham.

And the first one had wrapped around Slade’s torso and had ripped him away from Damian protectively.

The others were picking up cars and tossing them at Slade’s comrades, taking them out by the handful.

As Damian shakily go to his feet, someone had stepped between him and the enemy.

Y/N.

“Stay away from him,” she growled as Slade got back to his feet.

“Y/N, get out of here,” Damian begged. He struggled to get back on his feet.

But she ignored him entirely.

And instead…she wreaked havoc on the enemy.

Screams filled the air as the thick vines whipped and grabbed. It was even terrifying to watch while knowing one was safe and they were allies.

And soon, it was just Slade left.

Vines wrapped around him, holding him in place. Y/N clenched her fist and Slade screamed in pain as the vine broke half the bones in her body from the pressure.

Damian knew she was going to kill him. The veins in her skin popped out as they turned green. Her body was preparing for a poisonous kiss, and he knew it.

He jumped in front of her. “Y/N, that’s enough.” His voice was low and serious, making sure Slade couldn’t hear him.

“He almost killed you!” She tried to argue.

“It does not matter. You cannot kill him. You have broken half his body. He’s not going anywhere. Let the authorities handle him.”

Y/N turned around to glare at Slade.

“Fine,” she huffed. But with a gesture of her hand, the vines tightened again, now putting pressure on Slade’s broken body. He cried out in pain once again.

Now that they were out of danger, Y/N’s full attention was on Damian.

“You’re hurt,” she whimpered.

“This is nothing,” he quickly told her. “What are you doing here?”

“You never miss date night. And if you do, you always message me. Always. I knew something was wrong.”

“It was quite the surprise,” Damian managed to smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t as amused and was looking at the gash on his torso that was bleeding. She was used to seeing Damian bruised and patched up. But it was always after he’d been tended to – plus, Damian always played off his injuries as to not worry her.

“I will be fine, Y/N.”

Sirens started ringing in the distance. Followed by someone jumping to the ground behind them.

Y/N whipped around and placed her body protectively in front of Damian, ready to fight yet again.

“Red Hood,” Damian greeted.

Y/N instantly relaxed.

“You gotta go,” Jason pointed to Y/N. “Cops are gonna be here any minute. And if you guys want to keep this little Romeo and Juliet shit going, you best not be here when they get here – or worse, when Bats gets here.”

Damian knew he was right.

Y/N and him shared a look.

“Go,” Damian pushed her. “I will be fine.”

Y/N reluctantly did as she was told, but not before kissing him.

——

Damian and Tim both barely made it home alive tonight. Tim had broken his arm and had bruises and cut all across his body. And Damian had to get stitches from Slade’s sever. And one of his ribs was badly bruised. But the rest of the family was thankfully doing alright.

But that meant Damian was on strict orders to recover. There would be no Robin for a couple of weeks. And he hated being sidelined.

He was pouting in his bedroom sketching when Jason surprisingly walked in.

Jason rarely spent time at the manor. Alfred basically had to beg him to visit.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked without taking his eyes off of his paper.

Jason closed the door behind him and walked to Damian.

“Special delivery,” he said before reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulling out a glass vial.

Damian immediately knew who it was from.

“She said it would enhance the healing process and numb the pain,” Jason shrugged.

“She gave this to you?”

Jason chuckled. “Yep. The girl gave me a heart attack when plants started crawling through my window and she jumped into my living room.”

Damian tried to suppress his smile at the image.

Jason’s amusement dropped. “She’s real worried about you, ya know.”

“I know.”

Jason sighed. “She saved your ass tonight. You got lucky.”

Damian glared at him. “I had it under control.”

“Maybe you should get over your ego and just thank her.”

But Y/N wasn’t looking for thanks. Damian would’ve done the same thing had the roles been reversed. That was their relationship.

There was not much else to say, so Damian finally looked up and gave Jason a look that asked, ‘Why are you still here?’

“How long do you plan on keeping this a secret?”

“Todd, stay out of it,” Damian warned.

Jason stepped even closer to him before lowering his voice. “Listen, Poison Ivy and Harley are planning something. And I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of it.”

“Planning what?” Damian only half cared.

“You’re too busy being a love sick puppy to notice that Gotham is about to make a deal with Powers Technology. Their proposing to build an oil rig within Gotham’s city limits. Not to mention another factory that will increase pollution.”

“What is your point, Todd?” Damian feigned ignorance.

All these years he’d done a good job of staying out of Ivy’s criminal behavior. It would’ve only complicated his relationship with Y/N and his job as Robin. But now it seemed that had all come to an end.

“Did you forget your girl’s mom is the most notorious eco-terrorist in the world?” Jason scoffed. “Powers Tech is one of the most environmentally destructive corporations in America, and they’re about to make Gotham their new home.”

Damian did know about this. Not only had Jason been following this news, but so was Bruce. Damian would be rather terrible at his job as Robin if he wasn’t already aware that Ivy was most likely going to make a move.

“I know what I’m doing,” Damian sighed.

“And that is…what? Not doing anything at all?” Jason challenged.

Damian only glared at him.

Jason sighed. He should’ve known this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere or help anything. “You can’t be neutral player in Gotham. Not as Damian Wayne and definitely not as Robin.”

“Will that be all?” Damian quipped.

“Fuck this,” Jason snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m done.”

And with that, he quickly left Damian’s bedroom and the manor.

——————

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Damian was asleep when he heard them.

Something or someone was at his window.

His eyes snapped open and he reached for his sword in the same breath.

But when he whipped around in bed to face the intruder, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” He voice was rough with sleep.

“I came to check on you,” she shrugged as if it were obvious.

“Do you have any idea how stupid this is? My father has surveillance around this entire property,” he hissed.

But Y/N looked unimpressed. “And you think I don’t know how to avoid cameras as if my life depended on it?”

Damian was still frowning.

“Relax,” Y/N giggled. That sound alone rid Damian of all pain. “I stayed out of sight.”

Y/N bounced onto his bed, and it took every ounce of strength for Damian not to show his amusement.

She looked around. “So…this is your bedroom, huh? Your photos and videos definitely didn’t capture how huge it is.”

Damian rubbed his face.

She was already here. There was no point in scolding her further.

“Did I wake you?” Y/N whispered.

Damian nodded.

He thought his answer was going to make her feel guilty and let him go back to bed, as long as she could cuddle and sleep with him, too.

But instead, Y/N straddled Damian and pulled him into a rough kiss.

“I haven’t stopped worrying about you,” she whispered to him.

Except Damian was too preoccupied with her eyes glowing. They weren’t nervous this time. No, they were needy, filled with want and love.

“Damian?” She whispered.

“Yes.”

“I’m not nervous anymore.”

But Damian knew what she was really saying.

Tonight had clearly scared her. And Y/N was done waiting or being intimidated by their love. She almost lost him, and her mind wouldn’t let her stop thinking about it. She needed to be close to him, needed to touch him, needed to remind herself that he was OK and alive.

“Am I hurting you?” She suddenly asked, glancing at his injuries.

Damian’s grip on her waist tightened in case she tried to move out of his lap. “No, you are not hurting me.”

“OK,” she answered with a shy smile.

Then she started kissing him again. It was getting more and more heated. And Y/N seemed rather frustrated that Damian wasn’t being more aggressive about taking off her clothes – after all, he had already been sleeping shirtless.

But Damian still wasn’t pushing.

He broke their kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “Are you certain?”

She grinned at how soft he sounded. Damian Wayne. Her gentle boy. She always thought it was silly that people failed to see this side of him. But it was her secret to protect. And in return he protected her.

“Absolutely,” she told him as she pressed her forehead to his.

——

Damian awoke early the next morning with Y/N still sleeping in his arms.

And he was suddenly bitter that this couldn’t be their every day. It wasn’t fair. Even if he did share their truth, his family would never accept it. His father already despised metas – and Y/N’s parentage only made things worse.

He would have to sneak Y/N out soon.

But he allowed a few more minutes of her being in his arms, and pressed kisses to her naked back and shoulders.

That slowly woke Y/N up.

She turned to face him, but buried her face into Damian’s chest. It reminded him of a cat, making him chuckle.

“We have to go, beloved,” he whispered before kissing her forehead.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “Beloved,” she repeated teasingly.

“Do you not like it?” He asked her carefully, suddenly unsure of the intimate name he’d bestowed upon her.

“No, I like it.” She laughed, “I just don’t think a lot of teenage boys are running around calling girls ‘beloved’.”

“Well, I am not like most teenage boys…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his arrogance. “You tend to think that, don’t you?”

Damian pinched her side. And she let out a quiet yelp.

“Come on. I should bring you home…”

Both their disappointment was clear.

1 MONTH LATER

Damian was given a night off of patrol. But to him, that meant sitting in the cave and closely studying all the monitors as Dick and Bruce patrolled. His father had been rather insistent on giving Damian a break, which seemed rather odd.

A part of him thought he could sneak to the park to see Y/N or even try to sneak her into the manor. But when he had messaged her, she said her mom was in a testy mood for some reason and refused to let her leave the greenhouse.

Damian thought that had been rather odd. But he didn’t push.

A few hours went by without trouble from the patrol.

But Damian should’ve realized it was the calm before the storm.

“There is a SWAT team and GPD arriving at City Hall,” Damian reported to Dick and Bruce.

No response.

That was when the vines crawled up the building.

“B, the cops aren’t equipped to handle Ivy’s toxins. Only SWAT has gas masks,” Dick reported into his comms.

Bruce didn’t respond, though.

The vines had completely taken over City Hall, claiming it as their own.

Damian’s gaze moved to a news report and turned up the volume as an anchor reported, “POISON IVY ATTACKS CITY HALL AS NEGOTIATIONS ARE FINALIZED BETWEEN POWERS TECH AND GOTHAM CITY.”

Damian suddenly put it together.

This is what Ivy had been planning. She was either going to scare Powers Tech out of Gotham, or kill them.

The vines smashed cop cars and started flinging SWAT members and officers around the block like they weighed nothing. But they didn’t stand down.

“Batman, what’s the plan here,” Dick started sounding nervous.

“They’ve got it handled,” Bruce finally spoke.

Damian’s brow furrowed. His father knew better than anyone that the group didn’t stand a chance against Poison Ivy. What was his angle?

Suddenly, GPD started launching gas canisters at Ivy and her monstrosities.

The news helicopter captured a closeup of Ivy as she gasped in pain and was brought to her knees. The gas was making her weak and killing all her attack plants.

Damian’s eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that not only had GPD prepared for Poison Ivy’s plan… but so had Batman. And the latter was so much worse.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“No,” Damian gasped.

He sprinted out of the cave and up the stairs of the manor to his bedroom.

His breathing was heavy and panicked as he ripped through his room to get to his secret department.

When he opened it, Damian felt sick to his stomach.

The anecdote that Y/N had given him was gone.

And the only person who could’ve taken it…was his father.

It all started to click.

Bruce had known Damian was hiding something. What he actually knew and what he thought he knew didn’t matter. Because he’d found the anecdote, replicated it and supplied it to Gotham to protect itself from Poison Ivy, rendering her powerless.

Damian turned to the TV on in his room, finding the news station.

“THE ECO-TERRORIST KNOWN AS POISON IVY HAS BEEN OVERCOME BY GOTHAM POLICE AND TAKEN INTO CUSTODY. WHILE WE DON’T KNOW THE OUTCOME OF TONIGHT’S EVENTS, IT IS SAFE TO ASSUME DR. PAMELA ISLEY WILL BE SEEING THE INSIDE OF A CELL AT ARKHAM.”

Without thinking, Damian sprinted to the garage, and grabbed the first motorcycle he saw. He threw on a helmet, revved the engine, and raced to the city.

Halfway there, it started pouring rain. The conditions weren’t safe to continue driving on a motorcycle.

But Damian didn’t care. He had to get to her.

Damian skidded the bike to a halt in front of the greenhouse and tossed the helmet to the ground with no consideration.

Sprinting to her bedroom, he yelled out Y/N’s name.

But there was no answer.

Damian was panicked now.

What if they’d come for her? What if his father knew all about Y/N, and the authorities were coming after her now, too? Guilty by association.

Damian wouldn’t let that happen.

He continued to scream her name as he searched the greenhouse. Eventually, the only place left to look was the rooftop.

Stepping into the pouring rain, Damian called out Y/N’s name.

Then he ran to the edge, hoping the high viewpoint would maybe help him locate her within the park. But the rain made it impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of him.

“What did you do?” Y/N said from behind him.

Damian whipped around to find Y/N watching him menacingly. She was wearing a white dress that was soaking wet from the rain and basically transparent. She must’ve been out here long before he’d arrived.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he stepped towards her.

But vines stopped him from getting even an inch closer.

Y/N’s teeth were clenched as she repeated her question, “What did you do, Damian?”

The vines pinned his arms to his side.

“I would never betray you,” he objected.

“You are the only person in the world who has ever possessed the antidote. You had the only key that could take down my mother…and me.” She slowly stepped closer with each word, but her anger grew and grew.

“I did not give it to him! Y/N, please,” Damian begged for her to listen.

But the vines were around his neck now, choking him.

“I don’t believe you!” Y/N screamed. “I kept you and your family’s secret for years and years! Why couldn’t you do the same?”

It wasn’t until she stepped closer that Damian realized she was crying. Her eyes were bloodshot, proving that it had started long before he got there.

Damian wanted to tell her that this wasn’t the first time her mother was stuck in Arkham, that she would see her freedom at one point or another.

“Do you know who else is locked way there?” Y/N cried.

Damian said nothing.

“The Joker. As in the ex of my mother’s partner. And he would love nothing more than to get my mother within his reach and kill her. And he’s just one of her enemies waiting for her.”

Damian struggled against the vines hold.

Y/N stood inches from his face now. Her tears continuing to escape. “My mother will die in there.”

“No, I promise she won’t,” he managed to squeeze the words out as his throat was being tightened.

Y/N tilted her head and gave him an incredulous look. “And you think you have the power to do so? To act against your father – especially after tonight?”

And they both knew she was right.

Y/N stepped closer again, inches from his face as he was pulled off his feet by the vines.

“I hate you,” Y/N hissed.

And Damian’s heart broke.

“I should kill you right now for what you did,” Y/N whimpered. Her eyes flickered to his lips as the veins beneath her skin turned green. “You destroyed my family. Destroyed my home. Don’t you get it? Your father killed my mother.”

Y/N reached out for Damian’s face, roughly cupping his jaw with one hand.

She was hurting, suffering. And her eyes showed it all.

Damian did this – him and his family. Their life mission allowed nothing else.

Her lips hovered over his.

And Damian knew if their lips touched, it would be a kiss of death.

Except, why would he fight? What was the point? He deserved this; he knew he did.

Damian Wayne excepted his fate.

He would rather die than look into the eyes of the girl he loved, knowing that she truly believed he betrayed her.

But Y/N couldn’t do it. She couldn’t.

Maybe if she were more like her mother she could.

Y/N cried harder as she realized what she was incapable of doing.

Slowly, she backed away from him.

“We were fools for thinking this could ever last,” her voice shook. “I never want to see you again, Damian Wayne. And if I do…” She hesitated. “If I do, I will kill you.”

With that, the vines released him and he dropped hard to his hands and knees.

He expected to look up to find Y/N glaring at him. But what he found was so much worse.

She was heartbroken. She was destroyed. She didn’t look at him the same way anymore.

Before Damian could even take in a breath to speak, he was smacked off the roof by one of the plants. The height wasn’t enough to kill him, but it knocked the wind out of his lungs. He coughed into the grass beneath him, trying to get it back.

Walking like a zombie – no purpose or care or mind – Damian made his way back to the motorcycle he had discarded. Ignoring the rain pelting him.

To his surprise, Harley crossed his path.

She had an empty and distant look in her eyes.

Harley was broken.

Damian caught her eye and she stopped walking.

How she hadn’t also been detained was beyond him.

“Harley…” he tried to speak. But he instantly stopped. What could he even say?

In return, she looked at him with disgust. “Go home, kid. Before I change my mind.”

——

Damian didn’t go to the cave. He flew back into the regular garage with his motorcycle, soaking wet and dripping water.

But he wasn’t that lucky.

The entire family was in the kitchen, and they were waiting for his return.

Even Jason was there, looking surprisingly uncomfortable.

Bruce stepped out of the kitchen as soon as he caught sight of his youngest son. The rest of them timidly followed.

“Where have you been?” Bruce demanded. His eyes scanned his son’s body, noticing the bruise around his neck and the cut on his cheek and lip.

But Damian continued his walk, completely ignoring his family as he dripped water through the house and made his way to the stairs.

“Damian!” Bruce yelled out.

The boy whirled around with a murderous look.

“What more could you possibly want from me?” Damian rasped.

Bruce was about to say more. But Dick quickly stepped forward and gripped Bruce’s shoulder, instantly silencing him.

But Bruce was stubborn.

“You lied to me, to all of us,” Bruce told him evenly.

Damian grinder his teeth as his stare tore into his father’s gaze, not backing down. “I wonder why…” the boy snapped.

But he’d had enough. Damian didn’t have anything to say to his father. He was betrayed and treated like a new, distrustful member of his team instead of his only blood son.

So Damian walked out of the room. And he didn’t stop into he was in his bathroom, where he suddenly puked his entire stomach into the toilet.

—–

“You probably could’ve handled that better,” Dick sighed.

“I didn’t raise him to be a liar,” Bruce growled.

“But you knew he had a girlfriend,” Dick argued. “You could’ve talked to him about it.”

“Clearly he didn’t want to have that conversation,” Bruce argued.

“You’re all idiots,” Jason finally chimed in.

Alfred, Tim, Bruce, and Dick’s gazes all snapped to him.

“She wasn’t just his girlfriend. They’ve been best friends since they were 8 years old,” Jason explained. “The girlfriend part was just a recent development. But I’m sure after tonight that’s over and done with.”

“What?” Bruce gasped.

“Yep,” Jason was loving knowing more than all of them. “Wonder why he felt the need to keep that from you for – oh, I don’t know – 9 years.”

Jason rubbed his face and sighed. He grabbed his jacket roughly. “I’ve had enough of this toxic family for one night.”

And they all watched him leave.

——

Damian hadn’t slept a minute last night. Instead, he laid in bed switching between staring at the ceiling, hating himself and looking at photos and videos of Y/N.

When he realized he felt too sick to his stomach to sleep, he went to his sketchbook and realized how much of it was drawings of Y/N.

The most recent ones were the kind he’d never want anyone else to ever lay eyes on. After all, Y/N was not one to be ashamed or shy about her body or nudity.

As Damian looked at the drawings, he realized he would most likely never lay eyes on her in such an intimate manner or feel her skin beneath him ever again. He slammed the sketchbook closed and threw it angrily across his room.

In the morning, Damian walked down to the cave to find Dick and Bruce.

From the look of both of them, neither of them got a lot of sleep either.

But there Damian stood in front of his two paternal figures. They both turned to him, Dick looked concerned and worried. Bruce was composed, as usual.

Damian cleared his throat. “I wish to return to my mother and fulfill my true purpose as Heir to the Demon and successor to the League of Shadows.”

Bruce’s face dropped.

Him and Dick shared a look of concern.

“Damian, let’s talk about this,” Dick began.

But Bruce was silent.

“There is nothing to talk about,” Damian shot back. “I am leaving Gotham.”

It wasn’t until then that Bruce truly understood how much he had hurt his son. Damian had never even so much as threatened to return to Talia before – no matter how bad things got with their family.

But Bruce had never put his lovers first – never. He couldn’t relate to his son’s turmoil. Bruce made the assumption that Damian was exactly like him: putting Robin and Gotham before all else. But maybe this was how Damian was more like Talia.

Somehow Bruce knew that he’d have to fight harder to win his son back. And there was no way he could do it before he fled and returned to his mother.

“If that’s what you want,” Bruce finally spoke, defeat and disappointment clear in his tone.

Damian nodded. “I am leaving tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Dick gaped.

But the teenager never even acknowledged his older brother. Only glaring at his father, silently facing off with him. Damian wanted it be clear that he was leaving because of him and only him.

“You taught me to always have a contingency plan,” Damian said slowly. “But you never told me to have one for your own father.”

Dick’s heart broke as he watched it all unfold.

“I won’t be making that mistake again,” Damian finished before turning and leaving the cave.

——

Damian had multiple duffle bags laying on his bed, filling them as he quickly moved around his room. He feared that if he slowed down, he would somehow change his mind.

He heard the swoosh he’d grown so accustomed to over the years and then heard one of his windows creaking open.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Jon was breathing heavily.

Surely he had seen the news from last night.

Damian ignored him, continuing to pack.

Then Jon’s entire body froze when he saw the half filled bags on Damian’s bed.

“What’s going on? Where are you going?” Jon asked quickly.

“I’m leaving,” was all Damian supplied.

“I just went to Y/N’s. She wouldn’t even see me. The greenhouse is completely surrounded by vines and foliage. With no way in. But my hearing could still pick up her crying. She screamed at me to leave.” Jon frowned and his shoulders slumped. “I wanted to rip through the vines, but I only thought it would make things worse.”

Damian ignored him and kept moving.

“Damian!” Jon finally yelled. “What the hell is going!?”

“I’m leaving Gotham. I’m going back to my mother.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Your going back to your mother?” He repeated. “As in you’re going to back to the League of Assassins?”

“Yes,” he was growing frustrated.

“You can’t just leave, Damian! Y/N…she-she needs you!”

The words got Damian to whip around and get into Jon’s face. “She made it very clear that she never wishes to see me again. It is over, Jon. Leave it be.”

“You’re being an idiot,” Jon scoffed.

“I put her mother into Arkham!” Damian yelled. “And she’ll be lucky if she makes it out of alive – let alone a few months.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” Jon looked like a sad puppy.

“All she’s ever had is Ivy and Harley! And I took that away from her!”

“That’s not true,” Jon’s voice shook. “She has you. She has me.”

Damian glared at him. “We are not children anymore, Jon. We cannot hide in our foolish fantasy anymore. And I should have realized that sooner.”

“You’re…You’re really leaving,” Jon whispered.

Damian sighed and nodded.

Jon pulled him into a hug, even though he knew Damian hated them. “Keep in touch, OK?”

Damian only nodded.

But he knew that he wouldn’t.

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⺌☆. . . MASTERLIST ─── . DC & Marvel

☆...Original art; discount-supervillain

「 The list is updated daily. If you'd like to see a character on this list, please request it or ask in the comments if they can be added.

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Welcome to the DC Section—Tread Carefully, or Darkseid Will Get You!

─── SUPERMAN Clark Kent

☆...Reporter by day, hero by night… and also by day! The real star-man. Can lift buildings, see through walls, and give Lex Luthor a heart attack just by existing.

Its Evolution, Baby! Yandere Clark Kent x Inmortal! Reader [old post]

Quimera Yandere! Clark Kent x Android reader.

─── BATMAN Bruce Wayne

☆...Billionaire by day, vigilante by night… and apparenty, never sleeps. His superpowers? Money and being Gotham’s most wanted bachelor.

Revenant Platonic! Yandere! Bruce Wayne x neglected! Reader. (Silly Little Bat AU)

─── WONDER WOMAN Diana Prince

☆...Amazonian princess, warrior goddess, and the reason many reconsider which side they’re fighting for.

To the future Diana Prince x Wife! Preg! Reader

─── SUPERBOY Conner Kent

☆...Half Superman, half Lex Luthor—because cloning is never a good idea. Too cool for school, too powerful for his own good, and forever stuck between "punch first" and "think later."

The Jubilee Conner Kent x Jubilee! Reader

─── ROBIN Damian Wayne

☆...Batman’s son, raised by assassins, and practically immortal. His favorite hobby? Reminding everyone he’s better than them.

Ponyo! Pt.1 Pt.2 Platonic! Damian Wayne x Ponyo! Reader.

The Wildcart series pt1 pt2 pt3 Platonic!Harley Quinn x Reader | Damian Wayne x Harley Daughter! Reader

─── RED ROBIN Tim Drake

☆...The Bat-Family’s teenage detective, the smart one. He probably solved this joke before you even finished reading it.

Nothing yet...

─── RED HOOD Jason Todd

☆...Once: Robin. Now: a guy with guns, authority issues, and serious family drama… well, just with his dad.

Nothing yet...

─── NIGHTWING Dick Grayson

☆...The original Boy Wonder with the best backside in comics. Leads teams, breaks hearts, and jumps rooftops like a pro.

Pierrot, the Sad Clown Yandere! Dick Grayson x Villainess! Reader

The Playboy Yandere! Student! Dick Grayson x depressed! Reader

─── ORPHAN / BATGIRL Cassandra Cain

☆...Doesn’t talk much, but doesn’t need to when she can take you down with a single look. Relax, she already knows everything about you.

Atelophobia Cassandra Cain x Asian! Fem reader!

─── HARLEY QUINN Harleen Quinzel

☆...From psychiatrist to villain, to hero, to whatever she wants to be today. Chaotic yet charming—everyone’s favorite girl

The Wildcart series pt1 pt2 pt3 Platonic!Harley Quinn x Reader | Damian Wayne x Harley Daughter! Reader

Sororal Platonic! Harley Quinn x Reader

─── POISON IVY Pamela Isley

☆...An eco-terrorist with style. Loves plants, eats meat, and hates humans… except for Harley. But let’s be real, Harley doesn’t really count as human.

But I, love Ivy Pamela Isley x Reader (Silly Little Bat)

Death in Bloom Pamela Isley x Male! Reader

─── LIVEWIRE Leslie L. Willem

☆...The rebel radio host with more voltage than a lightning storm. Don’t touch her unless you like frizzy hair… or want to risk your life!

Voicenote Leslie L. Willem x Male! Reader

Marvel’s Mightiest! Starting with Squirrel Girl—Because Even Galactus Fears Her!

─── WINTER SOLDIER Bucky Barnes

☆...Ex-sidekick, ex-brainwashed assassin, current broody guy with a metal arm. Still figuring things out.

Little Soldier Yandere! Platonic! Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Supersoldier! Teen! Reader

Welcome to the 80's Yandere! Platonic! Steven Rogers x reader x Yandere! Platonic! Bucky Barnes

─── CAPTAIN AMERICA Steve Rogers

☆...Super-soldier, shield thrower, and America’s best boy scout. Can do this all day. He loves cookies...a lot.

Welcome to the 80's Platonic! Steven Rogers x reader x Platonic! Bucky Barnes

─── SPIDER-MAN Peter Parker & variants

☆...Wall-crawling, web-slinging, wise-cracking menace (according to J. Jonah Jameson). The amazing Spiderman!Just trying to balance life, rent, and saving New York...or Japan...or England, they are so many Spiders today! Damn multiverse!

Lacrymose Yandere! Cheater! Miguel O'Hara x Wife! Reader

─── VENOM Eddie Brock

☆...A journalist, a monster, and kind of a lethal protector. Likes brains, hates Spider-Man a lot.

The Monster Platonic Venom x Reader

─── SQUIRREL GIRL Doreen Green

☆...The unbeatable, unbreakable, unmatchable Squirrel Girl! She’s taken down Thanos, Galactus, and probably you in your sleep.

Balter Platonic! Doree Green x Mutant! Reader

─── PROFESSOR X Charles Xavier

☆...Mind-reader, mentor, and leader of the X-Men. Has a dream of mutant-human peace—if only Magneto would stop ruining it.

The Song of the Raven series Pt1 Pt2 Yandere! Platonic!Charles Xavier x Raven! reader x Yandere! Platonic! Erik Lehnsherr

─── MAGNETO Erik Lehnsherr

☆...Master of magnetism, enemy-turned-ally-turned-enemy-again. Probably right about mutants, but also probably too dramatic about it.

The Song of the Raven series Pt1 Pt2 Yandere! Platonic!Charles Xavier x Raven! reader x Yandere! Platonic! Erik Lehnsherr

Fata Morgana Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Chubby! Witch! Reader

─── CYCLOPS Scott Summers

☆...The guy who can’t take off his sunglasses—unless he wants to level a city block. Team leader, rule follower, Jean Grey’s eternal headache!..or not.

Devil in Paradise Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Little Pebble Yandere! Platonic! Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Bag of bones Yandere! Scott Summers x Amnesiac! Reader.

─── GAMBIT Remy LeBeau

☆...The smooth-talking, card-throwing Cajun thief. Can make anything explode—especially hearts.

Black Sheep Yandere! Platonic! Remy LeBeau x reader.

─── NIGHTCRAWLER Kurt Wagner

☆...A teleporting, acrobatic, demon-looking sweetheart. More Catholic guilt than your grandma. He's a baby boy.

Lurks Within Walls Yandere Kurt Wagner x Mutant! Reader

Nocturnal Animal Yandere Kurt Wagner x Wife! Reader

─── BEAST Hank McCoy

☆...A genius, a gentleman, and a giant blue fuzzball. Talks like Shakespeare, fights like a beast.

Savior Complex Yandere Hank McCoy x reader

─── STORM Ororo Munroe

☆...Controls the weather, commands respect, and makes every entrance legendary. A literal goddess.

My Pearl Yandere! Platonic! Ororo Munroe x Clon! Reader

─── PHOENIX Jean Grey

☆...Omega-level psychic, cosmic firebird, occasional planet-destroyer. She dies and comes back more often than a soap opera character.

Mourning Sun Yandere! Platonic! Jean Grey x Telepath! Reader

─── ROGUE Anna Marie

☆...One touch and she steals your powers, memories, and maybe your soul. Southern charm with a serious "hands-off" policy.

All I Wanted Anna Marie x Inmune! Reader

─── STAR-LORD Peter Quill

☆...Space outlaw, mixtape enthusiast, and self-proclaimed legendary hero. Usually messing things up in the best way possible.

Ramé Peter Quill x Astronaut! Reader

Nova Peter Quill x Alien! Reader

This part is under maintenance!

And finally, DOCTOR DOOM . Because all stories should end with Doom… at least according to him.

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Batman/Bruce WaynexMagician!OC| Chapter List

Here is a list of the chapters of the Batman/Bruce Wayne x Magician!Reader story in this blog.

Please note that chapters that are marked with the blue highlight are part of the main story and those without the highlights are the chapters that are mostly scenarios and fluffs with the other characters.

I will update this whenever there is a new chapter.

Season 1

Our First Meeting Involved a Murder and a Cult Part 1

Our First Meeting Involved a Murder and a Cult Part 2

The Three-Way Relationship

The British are Coming!

The Unexpected Guest: The Guardian of Wayne Manor

Children of the Bat

The Time We Got Caught Skinny Dipping

“I’ll Always Be Here for You, Kiddo. Always.”

Fear Toxin: The Memories That Haunts Us

"I Need a Raise."

Along Came Jason

Meeting the Justice League

Day Off & Double Dates

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 1/3)

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 2/3)

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 3/3)

Special Merchandise

A Quiet Night

The Billionaire's Wife

A Promise Across Time (Part1 / 3)

A Promise Across Time (Part 2/3)

A Promise Across Time (Part 3/3)

Moving In

Mother & Daughter

The Consultant: Morgan le Fey Case

Cats

In the Events of My Death: The Bruce Wayne Tapes

Dreams and Reality (Part 1/3)

Dreams and Reality (Part 2/3)

Dreams and Reality (Part 3/3)

Damian's Pets

Opening Up

Gotham Year One

PTA Rivals

Two-Face

Wedding: Without Masks (Part 1/2)

Wedding: The One that Gotham Remembers (Part 2/2)

Another Chance

Little One

Love of my Life

Blurred Photos

Babysitting

Valerie's First Birthday

Penny Too!

Family Sports Day

Trouble

The Crossroads

Wayne Family Holiday Traditions

Beyond

From Our First Case to Our Last

Season 2

Hiya Mom!

Its a Bat-Thing

In Another Life

[Maxie] Zeus

The Riddler's Mistake: The Wrong Kid for Ransom

Exes

Wrath of Wayne [Part 1/3]

Wrath of Wayne [Part 2/3]

Wrath of Wayne [Part 3/3]

Indiana Quinn! Harley Goes to the Temple of Doom

A Family Trip to Liverpool

The Madman's Dream

Superman Saves the Day

Teen Titans!

Happy Valentines Day, Batman

“I’m Sorry, Ma. I’m really, really sorry…”

Dracula [Part 1]

Dracula [Part 2]

Happy Birthday, Batman

Dracula [Part 3]

The Dark Side of Academia

Gotham at Night

Return of Hush

Superhero Playdate

College

Social Services

City of Owls [Part 1]

City of Owls [Part 2]

Sometimes it’s Best to Keep the Closet Closed… and Locked with a Kryptonite Padlock

Moments with the Justice League [Part 1]

The One Thing I Can’t Sacrifice

That Look

There is a Floating Baby in the Living Room

She’s Not My Girlfriend

That One Coworker

Moments with the Justice League: Powerless Atom [Part 2]

Vivian Pryor's Barber Shop

How Robins Babysit

Into the Dreaming [Part 1/2]

Into the Dreaming [Part 2/2]

Date Night

Goodbye, My Love

Season 3

Boyfriend

Season 3: Bruce x Vivian Elseworld Chapters

I moved the Dark Knights of Steel and other Elseworld chapters to this post: Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician Elseworld Chapters

Please note that some chapters do not follow the chronological order due to time jumps that relate to the story, but are placed in this order as major parts of the story are in that certain timeline.

Gotham Year One

Our First Meeting Involved a Murder and a Cult Part 1

Our First Meeting Involved a Murder and a Cult Part 2

A Promise Across Time (Part 1/3)

Cats

The Time We Got Caught Skinny Dipping

The Three-Way Relationship

A Madman's Dream

The British are Coming!

The Unexpected Guest: The Guardian of Wayne Manor

Moving In

A Quiet Night

Meeting the Justice League

Exes

“I’ll Always Be Here for You, Kiddo. Always.”

[Maxie] Zeus

Happy Valentines Day, Batman

Fear Toxin: The Memories That Haunts Us

Wedding: Without Masks (Part 1/2)

Wedding: The One that Gotham Remembers (Part 2/2)

Along Came Jason

The Billionaire's Wife

In the Event of My Death: The Bruce Wayne Tapes

“I’m Sorry, Ma. I’m really, really sorry…”

Children of the Bat

Teen Titans!

"I Need a Raise."

The Dark Side of Academia

In Another Life

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 1/3)

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 2/3)

Angels & Demons: Justice League Dark (Part 3/3)

The Consultant: Morgan le Fey Case

Indiana Quinn! Harley Goes to the Temple of Doom

Mother & Daughter

Superman Saves the Day

Opening Up

Day off & Double Dates

Special Merchandise

A Promise Across Time (Part 2/3)

A Promise Across Time (Part 3/3)

Hiya Mom!

Dreams and Reality (Part 1/3)

Dreams and Reality (Part 2/3)

Dreams and Reality (Part 3/3)

Damian's Pets

PTA Rivals

Two-Face

Another Chance

Little One

Love of My Life

Blurred Photos

Babysitting

Wrath of Wayne [Part 1/3]

Wrath of Wayne [Part 2/3]

Wrath of Wayne [Part 3/3]

Valerie's First Birthday

The Crossroads

Penny Too!

Family Sports Day

Trouble

Wayne Family Holiday Traditions

A Family Trip to Liverpool

Happy Birthday, Batman

Dracula [Part 1]

Dracula [Part 2]

Dracula [Part 3]

Return of Hush

The Riddler's Mistake: The Wrong Kid for Ransom

Beyond

Gotham at Night

Its a Bat-Thing

From Our First Case to Our Last

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skay-ali · 5 months ago

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The forgotten daughter / a possibility or alternate universe

The idea of a pregnant but unlucky careless reader is honestly intriguing, while I'm very leaning towards her having her life together after leaving her family behind, it's almost unrealistic or unlikely.

As if ___ Wayne ceased to exist and now a new person, where there was a large wallet and card with infinite funds, went to a pocket with few coins, you became a homeless girl, almost a vagabond, it is clear that you ran away from home in a fit of fury and deep pain, burying itself in your heart, even if you don't want to admit it.

Then you spend the next few days on autopilot, working at places part-time, hanging out with friends, going from party to party, consuming alcohol and other drinks until you drop, experimenting with different drugs, moving from relationship to relationship with different guys.

All to forget the pain you felt, a somewhat peculiar medicine, which only relieved you, but did not make your suffering disappear. All that until you noticed strange things on your body, a slight assumption from your friend and a test, led you to shocking news... you were pregnant.

The possibility of it being from a criminal is very high, all the places you frequented would never be entertainment for a hero in his civilian life, something about high morals and that nonsense.

You were very screwed, first because you were broke, you worked in mediocre places with poor pay, you lived in the moment... which meant you didn't have a permanent home.

Giving your baby the best home was your mission, even if it meant it wouldn't be in your hands.

I can imagine other constants here…. The main thing would be that you end up with the baby, a feeling of feeling complete reaches you when your baby is born.

Your life now is a scale that is constantly balanced trying to give a good life to you and your baby.

Maybe you end up working at a superhero-themed restaurant where a lot of men go for the girls' outfits.

It was there where you met the crazy blonde villain, Harley Quinn, who quickly attaches herself to you after meeting you and forming a friendship with you, while the woman becomes a constant in your life.

Little by little she takes you to meet her friends or accomplices, from a psychiatrist, a businessman, a prosecutor, a botanist, they were part of your new circle of acquaintances, they end up liking you and even more so when they know your story as a careless girl, maybe also the part where they see you fighting to give your baby a great life.

It's still hard to figure out for a lot of these villains, but they grew attached to you and developed a deeper, darker feeling.

You end up working at a fancy bar where all your new acquaintances go.

It was there that you saw him again, one of your old and elusive loves, perhaps the possible father of your child, whom you left when you saw how dangerous he was and that he would take you directly to see your family again or maybe to jail.

Anyway, you avoided him like the plague the short time you had, because with the death of his father, he ended up inheriting the big business where you worked.

Although your job was never threatened during your stay at the iceberg lounge, due to the paternal affection that the owner of the business had for you, something strange but that you did not give much thought to.

Now it was in danger... with this man and his sister as the new owners.

Well, that is until your babysitters came to the bar with your baby, with the excuse that he was sick and they didn't know how to deal with a baby.

Everything turned upside down when the man added your baby's age and the last time you were together, something you never did out of fear.

Suddenly you were no longer a single mother, but you ended up forming a strange life with the father of your child, skeptical at first until the man's actions made you change your mind remembering why you were in love with him.

Even though his personality and work weren't the right fit, you couldn't help but fall for him. In addition to the fact that all your friends, “uncles” or “fathers” as they loved to call themselves or take the role, got into the situation and evaluated the man, even if he was the son of one of them, they all approved him in the end even if there were some frictions. when they lived together.

The worst thing is when the man that everyone thought was dead returned, who put aside the things of crime or his work as a big businessman, as he described it to you so as not to scare you, he proposed that they get married to give the little baby a family, Well, he didn't propose, he put a lot of pressure on you to accept it, using the excuse that he wanted his grandson to carry his last name and not the family he left you, even more so before his time to leave the world approached.

You accepted after so much thought, that would give you a family, something that you always longed for, you would be happy, you were being happy now with your baby, with your baby's father, his sister, his father and your boss, your extravagant aunts and uncles.

A big wedding was celebrated on the first day of winter in the city, on a beautiful pier, with everyone you knew.

.......

There was a great meeting, one that set off the alarms of some heroes, but those of a certain city.

A large number of villains gathered, that was not good, they knew it.

Oh when they encountered his evil plans, or rather at a party, it surprised them, even more so when they observed how a villain, son of one of the worst evils in the city, was about to marry, not with a normal person but with someone some knew.

Let's just say the bat family didn't know how to react.

......

A big smile adorned the groom's features, while the ceremony was taking place, he finally got what he planned so much, it took him a long time, plus he suffered a lot, not seeing his beloved for a long time and thinking that he would never see her again. he would find had destroyed him and made him madder.

But now he had done it, he finished his great plan, he had the woman he loved so much, all to himself, and with his last vows their lives would be completely tied.

Much more so with the baby, the fruit of their fleeting relationship, their little son would keep them together no matter what, if the marriage didn't work out.

Extra points for her father, who also appreciated his future wife much more than he did him, he knew very well that his father would make sure that the girl did not leave, as he could lose his daughter.

His sister was also helpful, she took root in your life, a new friend and confidant, capable of manipulating you.

Even though you were an adult, you were actually very naive like a child.

You gave him your trust, innocently, without knowing what kind of threat he was to you, a life full of freedom.

The time they spent together made him see how much he loved you, now that he had you he would do everything possible to never be separated from you.

#x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere platonic #batman villains

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wutheringcaterpillar · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

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Peaky Blinders

18 Years

Take Your Medicine Sweetheart ‼️**

The One That Got Away ‼️**

Corruption **

Back to December

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An Unfair Loss ‼️

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Lucid Dreams

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Sister!reader caught smoking

Series

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Cillian Murphy

To Have and To Hold ‼️*

Time Was Never on Our Side ‼️

An Act of Violation ‼️**

The Griever and The Grieving

A Lesson Learnt ‼️*

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"If I Say I Miss You, I Know That You Won't."

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Oppenheimer

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Breakfast on Pluto

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Criminal Minds

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honey-flustered · 6 months ago

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Kinktober Day 12: Coulrophilia + DDLG

Joker!Ghoul-ish!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Harley Quinn!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, dark!cooper & dark!reader, tame ddlg, coulrophilia (attraction to clowns), Freaky crazy clowns, toxic af relationship, age gap, yandere x yandere, 60s Gotham-like AU, Reader was Cooper’s TV Daughter, Cooper has a joker-like backstory, joker and harley references. Reader has Harley Quinn-like backstory, violence, blood kink, fingering, squirting, kissing, lots of pet names (sugar, princess, sweetheart, etc.), they are very bad people, curvy/short!reader

Summary: You are the partner in crime of a dangerous man known as “The Ghoul”; a half-monstrous, half-human clown prince of crime. He also happens to be your “Daddy” too.

A/N: I’m keeping up with the ghoul-ish theme for Cooper for kinktober to go with idea I have of him where he kinda looks like dabi from bnha where like he’s half-radiation burned and other half- human. Hope yall see the vision cause I’ve thought about how cool that would be for a while.

Cooper was once a good man. A simple family man. In fact, he was on the screens of every family in America—regarded as one of the greatest movie stars of all time.

But then…he had a bad day and all it takes is one bad day to bring the most sanest man alive to the brink of insanity. Just one fateful decision that would eventually lead to one long comically bad day.

Picture this: Cooper is at the point in which he’s tired of being lied to and kept in the dark from his wife’s work with Vault-Tec. Unable to keep away, He sneaks into the private and heavily secured facility, gathering damning intel along with the sinister truth. In a slip-up during a security round of a particular unit, Cooper found himself trapped in and ended up falling into a vat of chems that injured him beyond recognition.

He was sure to die. He thought he would. But when he woke up in the hospital not only did this confirm otherwise but it also confirmed that he’d been caught. And from there a series of losses began in just the spiral of a day. His wife was leaving him, taking their only daughter, his last credited role was from a now canceled TV series; and he’d even lost his dazzling looks.

He was now a ghost of himself. A ghoul. Parts of his human form were overshadowed by the singed flesh that encased large parts of him. Like a Frankenstein’s monster of sorts.

He’d tried being a good man. A simple family man. But look where that path has led him. This world wasn’t built for men like him. And so he gave in to the dark parts of himself.

It’s funny how the world knows just who to send into your life to completely flip it upside down because you thought you’d never see Cooper again. In a way, you could say that you were right. Because sitting right across from you—that isn’t the wholesome TV Dad you’ve had the pleasure to work with…oh no, he is ‘The Ghoul’.

There he is before you; red stained lips painted into a wicked smile, green-dyed hair slicked back in a suave style, smoking a cigar and looking like the mafia boss that he is despite wearing the all white clothing associated with the asylum. The bottom half of his face from his bottom lip and jaw down to neck and shoulders are web-like flesh stapled together like he’d been built up like a puzzle. Somehow, he’s still so very handsome.

“Look ‘atcha,” He smirks, ogling you up and down. “My, my…you’ve grown. Even got yourself that psychology degree you’ve been tellin’ me you wan’ed to go back to school for. Proud of ya, kid.”

“Thank you, Mr. Howard,” You say before adjusting your glasses and leaning forward. “I was rather intrigued when I heard that I’d get to meet the new you. Colleagues told me it’d be a bad idea taking you as my patient considering how much I’ve once looked up to you.“

He chuckles. “Ya know, the universe can be quite the prankster. You remember that lil’ joke I made about bein’ a patient of yours someday…” The chains from the metal cuffs around his wrists rattle when gestures to himself. “I reckon I shoulda specify what kind of patient I’d be.“

“It’s a shame we have to meet under these circumstances. But I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.” You say.

“Oh?” He asks, leaning in as well. “Why’s that, sugar?”

“Because I want to help you.” You simply say.

“I already know I’m fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart. I don’t need a shrink to talk my ear off ‘bout it.”

“No, Mr. Ghoul, I want to help you…burn Vault-Tec to the fucking ground,” You clarify. “And when there’s nothing left, I want to dance on its ashes. I want to reveal the evil truth to the people and start a fucking revolution. I want chaos. Anarchy. And I want…I want to be with you.”

You slip your fingers into one of your thigh-high stockings and pull out a key you retrieved from an unsuspecting prison guard. Cooper watches on as you remove his cuffs with a pleased yet astonished expression. You tenderly rub the indented marks on his wrist. “I’ve always loved you. Even before we’d ever met—I was your biggest fan.”

He stands with an aura of intimidation and raw assertion, an intense gaze in his eyes as he saunters closer to you. You quickly rise to your feet, anticipating his embrace.

Cooper’s large hands shoot up around your neck, squeezing. Not hard enough to cut off any air circulation but just enough to drag your body against his.

He plants a messy kiss onto your lips. There’s teeth nipping at the soft, plush of your lips and his thick tongue lick the surface and the inside of your mouth. It’s so sloppy and purposefully so and you don’t care how freaky it is.

You are sure by now that his white face paint and the crimson shade of his lips have now transferred to your lips. Or could it be blood from the little nick he’d given you on your lips. You aren’t sure but it only added on to your arousal.

He pulls away, blood staining lips and just beneath his nose. “Well, I’m sure glad you chose to come home to daddy because if you weren’t by my side—why I’d just have to kill ya,” He laughs, removing a hand from your neck to cradle the back of your head. “Thatta girl. Now let’s get outta this shithole.”

“I know a secret exit we can—”

“Sorry, sugar, but I’d rather leave with a bang,” He winks suggestively, taking you by the arms to face you away from him and bend you over the table; the side of your face is pressed against the cold metal. You feel his erection weighing hot and heavy against your ass as he lays himself over you for a moment, lips against your ears to growl a command. “Don’t hold back yer screams for me, princess. Let ‘em all hear what I’m doin’ to ya.”

Just as you feel your lace panties being pulled to the side, four guards come barging into the room and shout for his compliance.

“Get the fuck off of her.” One guard shouts, laying a heavy hand on the Ghoul’s shoulder. Ghoul’s military training comes into play as he uses the very key that set him free to repeatedly jab into the accessible and vulnerable armpit of the guard.

He cries out in pain nursing the wound that now bleeds profusely and too distracted by this he fails to protect his gun, allowing Cooper to lift it from his belt and shoot into the shoulder of another guard who’d drawn his gun at him. In a shocking twist, you witness one prison guard turn on his last fellow guard, shooting him right in the knees.

“What about the girl?” The traitor prison guard questions, pointing a weapon against your head as you remain trembling against the table. You’ve never seen anything like this!

The ghoul steals a handkerchief from a prison guard who’d been struggling to reach his radio strewn across the room. Cooper nonchalantly wipes away the excess blood on his hands before picking up his cuban cigar from the ashtray. You awaited in nervous anticipation as he decided to take a draw from it instead of answering him, bellowing out the smoke in your direction and clouding your view of him for a few seconds.

His hard gaze begins to soften, charming you with his famous smile. “She’s just dandy to me.”

He holds a hand out to you and you squeal with glee, standing up on wobbly knees to jump into his arms.

“Come on, sugar. We’ve got some catchin’ up to do,” He holds you tight against him before indiscreetly whispering to his minion. “Finish the job, will ya? But do it only after we leave the room. Wouldn’t want to traumatize my princess ‘less it’s done by my hand.”

“You got it, boss.” The minion says. And withthat the Ghoul carries you over the threshold of what was once your own prison in a metaphorical sense.

The Ghoul makes do with his promise and causes a huge debacle within the asylum. By the time you’d both leave the building, it was like a circus. There were patients everywhere running amuck with doctors and nurses failing to control them, alarms going off, and you think there might have even been a fire started. It was perfect.

Outside a limo awaits the two of you, it looks like he’d been planning his escape all along. Whether that included you, you didn’t care. He may not be the same Cooper you fell for, the one whom you once saw as a father figure—Hell, he’s batshit fucking insane but somehow it makes your heart beat a mile a minute and the attraction only triples but his new appearance.

You pull him for yet another kiss, flames in the background are like fireworks. You could get lost in it if it weren’t for the damn police and fire truck sirens going off.

“Looks like that’s our cue to scram.” He opens the door for you which is interesting that he can still be so chivalrous. You smile just like the princess he names you to be and you enter and never look back.

Now you are a part of that darkness, feeding each other’s wickedness. The two of you have shed your clothes and in turn shed those identities. No longer did he don the all white clothing of an asylum patient. When he looks into the mirror —past the charred half of his flesh- he sees that of a crime-lord with weapons hung close to his body as if it were an accessory to his pin-striped suits. And you’d shed your past life, burning your white lab coat. You were now his and he, yours. And of course as a daddy’s girl, you’d do anything to mirror his image, adapting his twisted clown aesthetic.

Newspapers had a field-day writing about your descent to madness from America’s sweetheart to the other-half of a crazy crime duo. They call it a match made in hell, you call it the greatest love story ever.

But sometimes it does get exhausting when you want to spend time with your lover when there’s so many factors that prevents you from spending time with him! Vault-Tec, Vigilantes, Betrayers, and Barb! Just thinking about her makes you angry.

Why can’t they all just let you enjoy your chaotic lives in peace?!

Currently, The Ghoul is handling a business transaction with an informant from Vault-Tec who made claims of a nuclear war in the making with a plan to make the middle class pay for it. You’re more than happy to set your plan in motion to create a threatening video message to the company using the informant as a hostage, hoping you’ll finally get some time with Coop but he wants to take things slow.

“It’s chess not checkers, darlin’.” He’d comment and you’d just have to accept it. But today was meant to be your anniversary and he’d decided to take time out of your day to do business!

You claw your acrylics through the newspaper you’d been reading with an old picture of Cooper and Barb on the front page with a headline about their once fiery romance. That was the last straw.

Your sharp cat-like acrylics claw into the flimsy newspaper material you held in your hands, poking through the page from back to front and straight through the eyes of your lover and his ex-wife. The headline of their past fiery romance pushes you over the edge.

You shred the paper into bits, flinging it into the air like confetti. The tears are blinding, mascara running down your cheeks as you rise to your feet and go over to retrieve something from his ‘secret’ drawer from his office.

In the highest heels you own, you’re strutting angrily and briskly up the long-winded stairs and through the spacious halls of his large penthouse. His staff know better than to get in your way, jumping out of your path with terrified looks the moment they lay eyes on you.

You may be a curvier girl but you were a lot shorter in height than most people you knew. And most people you knew usually wouldn’t be intimidated by such a woman of your stature, not of course, if said woman happened to be wielding a .45 caliber pistol in hand.

If hell hath no fury than a woman scorned then it is in everyone’s best interest to mind their goddamn business.

You see red. Tunnel vision. Nothing else existed in this moment other than the man you hope to kill.

“Cooper!” You shout, pounding hard against the double ivory doors of his conference room before throwing them open.

The audience in the room turns their heads in your direction, expressions of confusion morphing into horror. You could hear the faint murmurs of his patrons murmuring about knowing you from TV.

The Ghoul is the last to raise his eyes at you, expelling air from his nostrils in frustration. He’s yet to speak up, watching the scene unfold from his big boss chair.

“Ya’ll better skedaddle or little blue’s gonna sing,” You threaten causing the crowd to quickly flee, some clutching their grand-theft stolen pearls as they do so. Once you're satisfied with the emptied room, you close the doors behind you and lock them for safe measures. You raise the gun at him, hands shaking. “You still love her, don’t you? The day you decided to leave the facility…to take me as yours…that was on your anniversary date, wasn’t it? I thought this day was special for us. But you used me. You just want her attention.”

He’s neither terrified nor angry. He just seems…inconvenienced. Bored with it all, he rolls his eyes as he begins fixing up his paperwork. “Couldn’t this have waited until after my meeting? I’ve got a job to do. I don’t need any of your distractions.”

“You think I’m a distraction,” You squeak, hurt by his suggestion. A rage consumes you so violently that you think of the first thing that'll quench your fire. In one fell swoop, you swipe your arm on the table and throw his paperwork and office supplies onto the ground scattering them everywhere. Now he’s furious, jaw clenching as he stares daggers at you. You can tell he’s deciding a punishment for you. “You said we belonged together! We were supposed to forge the world side by side. How could you say that I’m just a distraction?”

“I said, ‘your distractions’. As in, all the bullshit you do on a daily basis. Now be quiet.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

“No.” You stand your ground, adjusting your posture so that you appear even taller than you already are in your heels. You know he hates it when people tower over him.

He slams his hands on the table before rising to his feet slowly. He makes it a point to stand as close to you as possible so that he’s the one towering over you now. “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” You snarl. “Maybe…I should find her, hmm? I should find her and kill her. I’ll do it. You think I wouldn’t?”

“Sweet pea, I know you would and I don’t care if you do,” He laughs, cupping your face in his large hands. “She took my Janey from me. I ain’t seen her in years. Barb is my lightning rod, all my aggression is accredited to her. If she were gone, sure it’d make things really boring for me but that’s just it. And as for you, princess, well…yer a pretty young thing—real cute—but I’m one making the commands here.”

“But we’ve done so much together. We made them lose profits. We pushed forward a smear campaign for one of the senior executives that made him disappear off the grid. That was a team effort!”

“And I appreciate your support, lil’ angel. You really do make yo papa proud,” His thumb traces your lips before he roughly grips your jaw, making you look him in the eye. His rings bite into the skin of your cheeks. “Now why don’t you give me a pretty smile? If yer good for it, I might let you sit on my lap.”

You yank away from his grasp, cocking the gun. “I’ll fucking kill you. I thought when you came into my life to silence my demons. But you’ve only danced with them. I’m so screwed up in the head because I loved you. But if you die, I’ll be free.”

For a moment, he looks genuinely scared but then he gives you a wicked smirk.

“You wouldn’t. You could never kill me. How do you think you’ll be able to go on livin’ after it’s done? The second I’m gone, you wouldn’t last not even a millisecond without me,” He steps forward, closing the gap between you once again. “That’s how pathetic you are. You need somethin’ in your life to cling on and that’s me. I’m your lifeline. Whether you like it or not, your heart knows you're bound to me. A year of fleetin’ kisses and light touches; I’ve not fucked you once and still yer this weak for me. I could only imagine how obedient you’ll be when I pop your precious cherry.”

“Fuck you,” Hot tears and mucus continue to run down your face as you unrelentingly held the pistol up to his chest. “Fuck you, Cooper. Maybe I won’t live long after I kill you, but I’ll be seeing you in hell.”

You pull the trigger only instead of a lead bullet, a foam-like bullet with a suction end sticks to his chest. It appears to be a strange child’s toy. You examine it with confusion before looking up at his fuming expression.

You begin to laugh nervously, dropping the toy on the ground to give a quirky shrug of your shoulders. “Oopsies.”

“I didn’t think I’d hide actual guns anywhere near the likes you, did you?” He sneers. “You fucking shot me.”

“But you didn’t die.”

“Anything you’ve got to say for yourself?”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “S-sorry…daddy.”

He raises his hand and you flinch, fearing that this’ll be the day he finally raises a hand on you. Instead, he places it on your head, petting it softly.

“My good girl,” He praises, much to your confusion. “What am I going to do with you?”

Your eyes sparkle with love and admiration, throwing yourself into his arms. “You still love me?”

“Of course, I still love you,” He coos, soothing a hand down your back that’s exposed by the style of your mini blue satin dress. “I’ve never had a woman love me this intensely. You almost killed me, woman. That makes me so hard.”

He guides your dainty hand over his hardening clothed cock. “Do you feel that, sugar?” He rasps. “You’ve done this to me simply for being crazy as shit. No woman’s ever made me feel this way, not even Barb..”

“Y-you mean that, daddy-o?”

“From the bottom of my heart,” He brushes his nose against yours. “Do you see how passionately in love we are for each other? You never have to question my devotion for you even if Barb’s around, no one could replace you. There’s just so many things you do that she could never do as good as you.”

“Like what?” You blink up innocently.

“You always know just the right thing to make me feel good.” He hints, sitting back on his executive chair with his legs spread.

You sink to your knees, sitting in between his legs. Cooper loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. He’s been so busy with work that rarely had time for either but you’ll gladly keep giving it up whenever you can. And maybe eventually, he’ll officially claim you in bed.

Your hands reach for his zipper when he halts your movements. He stares intensely into your eyes while wrapping one pigtail around his scarred hand. “You don’t deserve to taste me. You’ve maxed out your strikes for the day,” He begins to recount. “Strike one, you interrupted my meeting. Strike two, you were a rude pest. Strike three, you tried to kill me. For these reasons, I want you to sit beside me like a good little girl for the rest of my meeting. I shall have a punishment ready for you by then.”

“But—“

“Silence,” He tugs hard, forcing you to rise slightly. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you. I want you as silent as the ground I walk on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You whine.

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing you. With a push of a button, he makes an announcement on the intercom for his staff to lead his patrons back into the conference room.

“Remember, my dove: not a peep out of you.” He orders.

You watch on the rest of the meeting with awe, head in your hands as you dreamily sigh up at him as plotted away. After sometime, the members of his team exit the room after the Ghoul approves their dismissal.

Alone again at last, you hop into his lap, making the two of you spin in his upholstered chair. He humors you, forehead against yours and a reserved smile on his face.

“You were so amazing, daddy-o! I bet they’ll never think to underestimate you again. The plan is just diabolical!” You exclaim. “How are you real?”

“I ask myself this at times.” He replies smugly, rubbing circles in your back. If you continued to praise him like this, he just might disregard punishing you.

“I know I’ve been a bad girl and I don’t deserve it but may I please kiss you?” You ask, playing with his tie.

“You may.” He approves.

You squeal giddily before planting your lips onto his with a hungry desire that has you both moaning into the kiss. Your hands find comfort in his hair, ruining its assembly. Most days, Cooper would curse you for this but today he’s in such good spirits because everything is going his way. He slips his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The telephone rings and he breaks away with a groan reaching for it on the table while his other hand continues to trace his fingers lightly up and down your back. While he’s occupied in conversation, you kiss all over his neck, leaving lipstick kisses behind.

“Excellent, I’ll be sure to watch.” He says with a smile.

“Daddy-o’?” You question.

He simply takes a remote off his desk and presses a button that mechanically parts the large velvet curtains to the side, revealing the big clear window behind it. Different colors burst into the sky of reds, greens, blues and yellow and you recognize them as actual fireworks.

You stand from his lap, walking over to the large window to gaze in at its glory. He’d successfully executed a plan you’d been telling him about for months; setting off an explosion at one of the milk factories that an ex owned. A factory far in the distance that you could see from the penthouse’s height, cursing it every day because it ruined your view of the city. And now Cooper has taken it out…for you. God, you love this man.

“Happy Anniversary, princess.” He says from behind, kissing you on your neck.

“This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me,”Your eyes sparkle in the light, clapping and laughing with pure glee at the spectacle. “Oh, I could only imagine how funny it would have been to see the look on his face.”

Cooper presses another button and sure enough your ex is on the news, having a fit about it while you and Cooper laughed as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

Swept up by the moment, you kissed him passionately, messing up his makeup and your own as blended into an odd mix of colors.

His thick fingers find their way between your legs, moving past your damp panties to plunge into your hot, wet core. You gasp against his lips, nails sinking into his dress shirt for support as you grind down on them.

“I love you, Daddy.” You cry out happily, breathing quicken with the pumping of his fingers. If it weren’t for your back against the window, your buckling knees would have taken you down.

“I love you, too, sugar. You’re so good for me.” He praises, thrusting so particularly deep into you that your eyes cross and you gush your honeyed slick into his palm. “Always been daddy’s little monster.”

That name is enough to tip you over the edge, tightening your hand around his wrist when your orgasm finally hits you like a freight train. You whine and tremble when he continues his ministrations inside of you curling is finger perfectly while his meaty palm added friction to your throbbing clit. You’re sobbing at the overstimulation, soaking his hand, down your legs and his pants. He laughs at your catatonic state; the babbling and drool down your chin makes you look about as mad as an asylum patient. The aftershocks flow through you like a tidal wave as you shake against his hard body.

He’s only merciful to stop when you begin to clamp his hand between your thighs to keep him from moving any further.

When you come down, you give him a dopey smile and say, “Boy, seeing a building blow up like that makes me want to ‘blow’ something else?”

#cooper howard x reader smut #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard/the ghoul x reader #fallout au #fallout prime #fallout fanfiction #walton goggins #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #chubby!reader #dark!reader #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #walton goggins fanfic #character x reader #harley quinn joker au

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screechcat · 1 year ago

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Something about how loved I am in these kinds of fics makes me genuinely smile.

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Poison Ivy X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Harley Quinn X Poison Ivy X Daughter!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Mention of torture and abuse, mention of injuries, blood, and violence

Request: Oooo love that requests are open, could I ask for a story where poison ivy and Harley Quinn have adopted and raised a child together and she’s in her late teens (16-18years old) when the Joker kidnaps and tortures her to try and get Harley back so Harley and Ivy team up with to save their daughter with a fluff ending? :))

When Batman got the news that you were missing, he already had a good idea on what had happened to you, and he didn’t waste time on trying to locate you, and more importantly, locate the Joker.

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invincibledc · 1 month ago

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Just binge read the Jack x Batsis series, I'm LOVING the dynamic. THEYRE SO CUTE AND THE WAY HE JUST COMPLIES WITH BATSIS IS SO ADORABLE. (Post some more things about them 😼😼)

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: don’t ignore him. He hates when you ignore him.

Genre: drabble/yanderish

Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Word count: 361

He would do anything for you. Anything. To capture your attention, he’ll beg, pleading as he gets down on his knees. His obsession for you has thrown him into a deep, relentless pit of longing.

Never would anyone in a million years expect that the son of Harley Quinn and the Joker would debase himself at the feet of the daughter of Bruce Wayne. Yet there he is, vulnerable, waiting for your gaze.

When you finally relent and give him the attention he craves, it’s as if he’s been given a lifeline. He drinks in every moment, nuzzling his head against your neck, intoxicated by the sweet perfume that clings to your skin. Your natural scent lingers in his mind, sewn into the fabric of his being.

Yes, he knows he’s crazy. You know it too. But if you tell him to sit, he will. If you ask him to be quiet, he will obey. You are his love, his one and only, and everything else fades away in your presence.

His blue eyes lock onto yours, dilating with intensity and obsession. The adoration radiates from him, mixed with an insatiable possessiveness. He’s never tired of you; every second without hearing your voice feels like an eternity. Your family can see the depths of his madness—he is completely yours.

He’s mentally unhinged, yes, but he’s not oblivious. He understands that this isn’t ‘true love’ in the conventional sense, yet he doesn’t care. This is his love. This is his way of confessing what you mean to him.

And no one can stop him. So please, don’t ignore him. It drives him to the brink, blurring the lines between reality and his fantasies. All he wants is for you to look at him, to acknowledge his existence. He desires you completely, and nothing less would satisfy him.

As he lays his head against your chest, staring up at you, you appear so natural, so breathtakingly beautiful. In that moment, he knows he has you—locked safely in his arms.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. So please, don’t ignore him. He simply wants to be with you, now and always.

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womanofwords · 29 days ago

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forgot to ask with if neglect!reader gets a boyfriend (or girlfriend) and getting spied on by penguin and the rest of the villians

Ooh, the chaos if Y/N obtained a boyfriend/girlfriend!

First of all, the terror that surrounds them is huge. Y/N is the beloved adoptive daughter of Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin, as well as the nibling of the Joker, Harley Quinn, Two-Face, Riddler, Scarecrow, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy. AKA, all the heavy hitters. It does a good job of deterring a lot of people from dating them.

Second of all, Y/N has next to no time for dating. Their calendar has been lovingly stuffed by Penguin. All the ideas for the Ice Block franchise has their social calendar utterly obliterated. The remaining amount of time is filled by their aunts and uncles, making sure their little Y/N isn't too stressed out. Y/N accepts it all, just so glad to be loved and cared for.

But maybe the itch never goes away. And maybe Y/N gets a partner despite all countermeasures against it. That's when everyone begins to panic.

"How many private investigators does Gotham have? Someone give me some insight on this schlub!" Joker demanded a bunch of henchmen.

Penguin beckoned Ivy over. "Put this in Y/N's hair when they go on their date," he hissed.

"Where'd you get this?" Ivy asked.

"I paid a bunch of scientists to make a bug so I can listen in on their dates," Penguin said. "Give it to them so they wear it."

Assuming they grow to like Y/N's choice in partner, they'll be welcomed into the makeshift family, albeit not unwilling to make them some concrete shoes. But if they're dumb enough to break their heart, nobody will ever hear from them again.

That's a promise.

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #platonic yandere #yandere oswald cobblepot #yandere rogues gallery

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anqelhrt · 17 days ago

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☆ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀viva la diva.

inspired by @mndfckk gianna allister' moodboard 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. . . everything leopardess. furcoats. blazers. high waisted pants. thought daughter. eldest daughter. leather & lace. gold palettes. queen treatment. kildare's psycho. maneater. protector.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀impulsive. charming. confident. kildare mystery. magnetic. alluring. intuitive. passionate. independent. manipulative. crazy. bitchy when necessary. doesn't take disrespect. knows her worth. no nonsense type of girl. gets into a lot of fights, especially with her little tolerance for people. overprotective over sarah. sarcastic. blunt. vulgar yet well spoken. 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀gold jewellery. lots of rings on her fingers. loves her $77,0000 dollar golden bvlgari snake necklace which rafe bought her as an apology gift and a porsche. hoop earrings. oversized sunglasses. black ensemble. agent provocateur sets. glittery roses. anything leopard print. everything ysl. valentino. she's hypnotic poison and black opium all in one gift bag. can't live without her ysl lash mascara. lost cherry, tom ford. CHANEL. wears bvlgari and swarovski without a doubt. high heels bigger than a man's dick. 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀burgundy red. wine red. navy blue. gold. emerald green. dramatically smokey eyes. nude palettes. black kohl. plump lips. kiko lipgloss. chanel lipstick and messy buns. vanilla scent and dior. arabian perfumes. tattoo meanings. mach mach heels. 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀vandalised Rafe's car after seeing him with a girl. made him GROVEL. protects Sarah and Wheezie. very big sister energy when it comes to them both. hates Ward with her whole heart of stone x 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀jazz clubs. she loves jazz, but has to drag Rafe by his front bangs to do so. she does Rafe’s ties for him whenever there’s an event going on. she has Rafe’s name tatted on her collarbone and he always kisses it. and they have each other astrology signs tatted up. they do monthly anniversaries. he has to stop most of her fights so she doesn't end up accidentally killing someone 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀jazz. the weeknd. amy winehouse. beyonce. rihanna. doja cat. lana del rey. ella fitzgerald. jhene aiko. gwen stefani. mariah the scientist. nancy sinatra. 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⠀⠀inspired characters/people: gabrielle solis. amy winehouse. cleo de nile. haifa wehbe. angelina jolie. bella hadid. gianna allister. nikova banks. fabian perez paintings. blair waldorf. jennifer check. katherine pierce. jane smith. raquelle. harley quinn. lana del rey. vanessa little mermaid. mother gothel.

created, made and written by @arvhangel™ this is a recreation of psycho!reader. idk who she would work well with, what'd you think? honestly she works well with anyone you give me.. i think.

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justiceiswater · 2 years ago

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I mean…am I supposed to disagree with Ivy and Harley? Am I supposed to want Batman to catch them and put them in prison?? Cuz I definitely do not. The lasting damage that power tech will have on Gotham as well as the damage to the park should be enough reason for Batman to have allied himself with the ladies at least for this one time gig.

He totally screwed up and I am mad about it still! Perhaps this time with a broken brain will be good for him!!

Damian is completely closed off. I bet that man hasn’t smiled in 4 years. And reader thinks he’s moved on!? Can she not see how broken he is!? I’m worked up

Young Adult – Toxicology 3/4

Damian Wayne x Daughter of Poison Ivy!Reader

Word Count: 13,500+

PAST PART: Juveline – Toxicology

A knock was against Y/N’s door.

She quickly tried to hide her tears.

“Sunflower, I brought you something to eat,” Harley gently told her as she placed the food down. “And I brought you a margarita – extra strong.”

“Thanks,” Y/N managed to mumble through her sniffling.

But she didn’t even look at the food or drink.

“Wanna talk about it, baby?” Harley asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Yes, the woman was out of her mind most of the time. But she loved Y/N like she was her own daughter. And she still had her PHD. And therefore, she was surprisingly more qualified for these talks than Ivy most of the time.

“It’s all my fault, Harley.” Y/N whimpered. “Mother wouldn’t be in Arkham if I hadn’t been such a fucking idiot.”

“All of us have done silly things for love, sunflower. Hell! I jumped into a vat of toxic waste – all for an abusive relationship.” Harley giggled eerily. “And it wasn’t until your mom showed up that my stupid little head could even see it wasn’t right.”

“You and mom were right,” Y/N sniffed. “I should’ve never trusted a boy.”

Harley wanted to tell her that there were still good men in the world. But did she even believe that? Why put such fantasies into her head? It would only cause her more heartbreak.

“When do you think you’ll let us out of our little green cage?” Harley giggled, changing the subject.

Y/N wiped her tears as she looked up at the glass ceiling. The whole greenhouse was wrapped in thick vines, making it impossible for anyone to leave – or get in.

“Don’t get me wrong! I love how unhinged all of it is. You really lost it and I’m proud of ya. But we’re running out of food. And more importantly, we’re almost out of booze.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at Harley’s ridiculousness.

“Oh, there’s my little sunflower,” Harley beamed. “Don’t you let those panties get into a twist. I’m gonna get our girl out of that shit hole.”

For the short moment, Y/N thought maybe everything would be OK. She would still have a broken heart. But Harley would make everything else better. Soon her mother would even be home safe.

But that hope quickly vanished.

Helicopters were heard above the greenhouse, loud enough to even get through Y/N’s foliage breakdown.

“Harley Quinn, we have you surrounded! We know you’re in there,” a megaphone called from just outside the greenhouse.

Y/N’s eyes whipped to Harley in fear.

“Where’s Cheddar?” Harley snapped.

“W-What?” Y/N gasped in utter confusion.

Harley gripped her shoulders. And for the first time in Y/N’s life Harley looked dead serious.

“Listen to me, sugar plum. You’re going to pack a bag. Only things you absolutely need. Only things you can run with. Do you understand?”

Y/N hesitated before reluctantly nodding.

“And I’m going to find that little pussycat…” Harley groaned.

Y/N did as she was told and grabbed her backpack and packed essentials: few changes of clothes, toiletries, phone, money. She saw a photo on her nightstand of her with Harley and her mother. She quickly grabbed it and zipped it into a pocket.

“I found the little shit,” Harley breathed heavily with Cheddar in her arms. Clearly she had been running around the place trying to find him.

Then she handed Y/N a smaller zipped bag.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked.

Harley bypassed her and put the bag right into Y/N’s backpack.

“That’s $500,000 in cash. And your papers.”

Y/N blinked. “Papers?”

“Forged birth certificate, drivers license, social security card – the works.”

Y/N finally put together what was about to happen. But she didn’t want it. “Harley. No, no, no, no, no. You’re coming with me.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Harley, I need you. I can’t lose you, too. Please. Just..come with me.”

But she shook her head. “Your momma and I always had a plan. This is it. The cops got this place surrounded.”

“Harley, please…” Y/N started crying again and shook her head.

“Listen to me!” Harley growled. If Y/N started crying, she was going to start crying. And that was not part of the plan. “They’re here for me. They don’t even know you exist. I’m gonna distract those idiots. And ya gonna run. Hear me?”

Y/N wanted to shake her head, but there was no point.

So instead she pulled Harley into a bone crushing hug, making sure Cheddar didn’t get hurt in the process.

“I love ya, kiddo.” Harley smiled before grabbing a bat and making her way downstairs.

Y/N knew where to go. There was a secret entrance that the police would be nowhere near. It looked to be covered in foliage, no entrance in sight.

Her heart was racing as she made her way to it.

Cheddar seemed to sense her fear and anxiety, meowing at her.

“Shhh. You have to be quiet,” she immediately shushed him.

She could hear her pulse and heavy breathing more than the helicopter blades cutting through the air or the police screaming into their megaphone.

With the door open, she made sure no one was on sight.

But Harley had already began her distraction, and no one was looking at the other end of the greenhouse where Y/N was.

Y/N closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before making a run for it.

She had never sprinted faster in her life.

And she only slowed down when she heard the canisters being shot.

Y/N paused and whipped around to see that the police had sent dozens of the same gas that had taken down her mother.

And now it was destroying everything.

Y/N looked at her home with tears in her eyes.

This wasn’t like the fire Joker set on the park when she was a child. With fire comes a rebirth. But this wasn’t the same.

Her plants were dying, being murdered. And she could feel their pain. They were begging for her to help, to save them. But there was nothing she could do.

When the gas slowly tiptoed toward Y/N, she quickly covered her mouth with her shirt.

She couldn’t waver any longer. Or soon the gas would take her down, too.

Killer Croc’s territory was just south of Robinson Park. He owned nearly the entire tunnel system in Gotham, as well as Finger River.

Through past stints at Arkham, Killer Croc became an ally and friend to both Harley and Ivy. Which meant he was aware of Y/N’s existence – and acted as a strange uncle of sorts. Though the public was terrified of the creature. Y/N saw him as a giant softie who was deeply misunderstood. Yeah, he might eat people…but he only tries to eat bad people.

“Waylon!” Y/N’s voice echoed through the tunnel system. “Waylon! Can you hear me?”

She hoped she hadn’t awoken any creatures with the noise. But she also knew that Waylon would get to her before anything else could.

She waited a few minutes before she heard his growl.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

For most it was hard to understand Waylon. But Y/N had grown so used to it that she never seemed to have any trouble.

“I had…” her words got caught in her throat.

Oh, no. The tears were starting again. The reality of the situation had finally settled in.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Y/N whimpered.

Waylon tilted his head sideways, not fully understanding.

“The park…they…they killed it,” she cried. “Everything.”

His face dropped into a frown, looking sorry for her.

“They got Harley,” she whimpered.

“I heard about your mother,” Waylon admitted.

Then he gently gripped her shoulder. Physical affection and comfort were rather hard for him, always scared of his own strength.

“You can stay here for as long as you need. But we both know this is no place for a kid like you,” he told her quietly.

She knew he was right.

Y/N lived off photosynthesis and water almost more than air or food. And she could not get either of those things while living in the tunnels of Gotham.

This was not her home. Even though she knew Waylon would be more than welcoming to her. He got lonely after all.

“I-I-I have someone I can call,” Y/N finally stuttered.

Waylon nodded slowly. “Come on. You won’t get signal down here.”

He led her to a sewer hole that led above ground, into an alley. It was dark and no one was around. But Waylon still climbed up first to make sure it was safe, and then stood guard as Y/N tapped on her phone.

“Y/N?” The voice answered nervously.

“I need your help,” she whispered.

Y/N looked up at the quant farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

“It’s not much. But it’s home,” Jon told her shyly.

He’d never had the chance to take Y/N here. After all, his friendship with Y/N – and her very existence – was a secret. And since his father being Superman with all his enhanced senses, there was really no way to sneak her to his house for a hangout.

Y/N was cold from the flying from Gotham to Smallville. But she was trembling from more than just that.

“It’s lovely,” she told Jon.

He grinned at her sincerity. “Come on. You’re probably exhausted.”

They went inside and Jon immediately instructed her to go take a shower while he heated up some leftovers for her.

Y/N was so taken aback from the normalcy of Jon’s life.

Damian and her had always connected over their weird childhoods and upbringings. He was raised by an assassin and a vigilante. Meanwhile, she had a metahuman mother, who conceived her through pure science – and was also raised by her mom’s girlfriend that was clinically insane.

But Jon…

Despite having Superman as his father, his life seemed ordinary.

Y/N felt like she was living in a sitcom from the 1950s as she took in the home.

Jon quickly turned around when she re-entered the kitchen, freshly showered and no longer smelling like sweat and Gotham’s sewage.

He suddenly seemed to sense that she was close to having a breakdown.

“You OK?” Jon asked gently.

It was the question that finally made the tears well up in Y/N’s eyes. She shook her head before her lips trembled and the tears quickly found their escape.

Jon rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her.

Y/N sobbed into her friend’s shoulder.

In just one day, her entire life had been destroyed. She had never known how fragile it was, living everyday in optimistic naivety.

“Come on,” he pat her on the back. “You should eat.”

Y/N knew he was desperate to ask her a million questions. Jon had his mother’s curiosity and her desire to have all the answers. But he also had his father’s gentleness, and he could see that Y/N was already struggling. And being interrogated was only going to make everything worse.

So she ate in silence. But Jon’s presence was still so comforting.

When Y/N was halfway done eating, Jon eyes suddenly glazed over. “Oh, no.”

“What? What is it?” She asked.

“Mom and dad,” Jon gasped. “They’re on their way home. They weren’t supposed to be back for another two days.”

“Should I hide?”

He quickly shook his head. “There’s no hiding from my dad.” He cringed and shrugged. “X-Ray vision and super senses and all that…”

“Right.” Y/N was anxious all over again. “Am I about to get you in trouble?”

“Nah,” Jon brushed her off. “I’ll just be honest with them.”

She eyed him. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

He sighed. “Guess we’ll see.”

A few minutes later, Lois Lane and Clark Kent walked into their home.

Y/N watched as Jon’s body tensed and he shot to his feet.

“Oh, hello…” his mother said sweetly, thinking this was just one of Jon’s friends from school or maybe even a date.

Oh, she was so wrong.

Clark seemed to be assessing the situation.

Y/N shrunk down, feeling like he could see into her soul.

Clark couldn’t, but he could see that she was meta. He saw the chlorophyll in her veins instead of blood and he could smell the lingering toxins and pheromones that she could set off at any moment.

Jon cleared his throat. “Mom. Dad. This is my friend, Y/N.”

Y/N knew playing mute wasn’t going to make this any better. So she stood up and offered her hand, just like she had practiced with Damian when she was younger and nervous to meet new people.

“Hello! I’ve heard so much about both of you,” she greeted as she held out her hand.

Lois smiled at her manners and happily shook her hand.

Clark did as well, but still had a look of suspicion.

Then his gaze moved to his son, silently telling him, ‘I know there’s more to this.’

“She needs a place to stay,” Jon blurted out.

Lois frowned in sympathy, but sent Y/N reassuring smile that gave her a comfort only a mother could.

Clark seemed to notice Y/N’s backpack at her feet.

‘Oh, fuck. He can probably see my money,’ Y/N suddenly thought as her pulse quickened. ‘He’s gonna think I stole it.’ There was no doubt that it had been stolen at some point. But not by her, obviously. Except Superman didn’t know that.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some rest?” Lois offered her kindly.

Y/N nodded and forced a shy grin before quickly washing her dishes and putting them away politely.

Jon moved to follow after her.

“Not you,” Clark warned.

Jon sighed. He knew this wouldn’t be that easy.

Y/N mad it all the way upstairs, but knew she had to eavesdrop.

“Want to tell us what’s really going on?” Clark asked his son as he crossed his arms.

“I was telling the truth: she does need a place to stay.”

“Alright,” Lois said slowly. “But who is she?”

Jon bit his lip. This was what he had really been worried about.

“Jonathan,” Clark warned. But what he was really saying was, ‘Don’t lie to us.’

Jon sighed, giving up. “Her mother is Pamela Isley.”

Lois’ eyes widened. “As in Poison Ivy?”

Jon nodded.

“And what is she doing here?” Clark asked.

“I told you guys! She’s my friend. We’ve known each other awhile.” Then he cringed, knowing the next part would be harder to explain. “Since we were 8 years old, actually.”

Lois and Clark shared an exasperated look.

“How exactly did you meet the unknown daughter of Poison Ivy?” Clark questioned.

Jon took in a deep breath. “It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated?” Clark shot back. “Well, you’re going to have to un-complicate it.”

“She’s not dangerous!” Jon tried to defend. “Well…not dangerous to us. She would never hurt me – or either of you.”

“Are you sure about that?” Clark challenged. “If her mother is really who you say she is, then she is dangerous. And from what I picked up, she might be even more so.”

“Don’t you two trust me?” Jon shot back. “I’ve known her for most my life and she’s never hurt anyone. Not me. Not Damian. No one.”

“Damian?” Clark gaped at his son. “As in Damian Wayne?”

Jon’s face reddened. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no. He was making this so much worse.

“Does Bruce know about this?”

Jon rubbed his face, completely stressed out. “That’s what’s complicated.”

Clark suddenly realized what was going on.

“Why?” Lois asked.

Clark looked at his wife. “Poison Ivy was detained the other night…” He took in a deep breath, “…by Batman.”

“Yep,” Jon frowned. “She doesn’t have anywhere else to go! Gotham City doesn’t even know she exists. It’s not safe for her there.”

“Her mother is a criminal, Jonathan!” Lois reprimanded.

“Actually, she prefers ecoterrorist,” Y/N interrupted from the doorway.

Clark was shocked she was able to sneak up on them.

Lois seemed embarrassed that Y/N heard that.

“I get it,” Y/N shrugged.

Jon noted that Y/N had her shoes and jacket back on, and her backpack was over her shoulders.

“No matter what I say or do, you’ll think I’m just like my mother – or I guess how you think my mother is…”

An awkward silence filled the room.

No one really knew what to say.

“I’m gonna go,” Y/N announced as she pointed to door.

“Y/N, wait,” Jon stepped forward.

“Really. It’s fine, Jon.”

Y/N looked at them with as much sincerity she could muster given the situation. “Thank you for having me.” Her gaze switched to Jon. “And thank you for dinner.”

Before there anyone could say more, Y/N booked it out the front door.

“Clark, she’s just a kid,” Lois muttered quietly to her husband.

“A kid that’s a metahuman, and raised by a woman who almost killed me once.”

Jon ignored his parents and sprinted out of the house after his friend.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait!” He called.

But she didn’t stop. Giving him no choice but to use his super speed to cut her off.

“Please don’t go,” he whispered.

“Did you not just hear your parents, Jon?”

“They’ll come around. I know they will.”

She laughed at his blind optimism. “They’re right. I shouldn’t be trusted. And I don’t belong here.”

“But we’re best friends.” Jon looked so saddened by the idea of her leaving. “If you don’t belong here, where do you belong?”

Y/N inhaled, but then realized that she didn’t have an answer.

So she shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Jon’s head hung. “Y/N, I can’t lose you, too.”

She squinted in confusion. “What?”

“Damian.” The name alone felt like it was forbidden, like a new unwritten law no one had discussed. “He left Gotham. Went back to his mother.”

Y/N’s face darkened at the mere mentioning of him.

Of course Damian would leave Gotham. He was running away from his betrayal. Maybe he planned on returning to his mother all along. He probably never even loved Y/N.

Those were the toxic thoughts racing through Y/N’s mind.

But she didn’t have the energy to unpack any of that.

“You’re not gonna lose me, Jon.” She hugged him. “You always know how to find me. And now you don’t even have to sneak around your parents. But I’m not sure they’re gonna be ok with us being friends now.”

Jon pulled away with a sad smile. “I told you…they’ll come around.”

“Well, if it makes a difference, tell your dad on behalf of my mother I’m sorry that she brainwashed him and almost used him to kill all his friends.”

Jon couldn’t help but laugh. “Will do.”

Y/N pinched his chin. “Thanks for always being a friend.”

1 YEAR OR SO LATER...

The door of Wayne Manor slowly opened.

“Hey Alfred,” Dick sighed his greeting.

“Master Richard, thank you for coming.”

“He’s really that bad, huh?”

Alfred usually hid his emotions well. But even Dick could see the obvious worry and concern in the old man’s eyes.

“It is Damian’s birthday after all…” Alfred noted.

Dick pat him on the back as he walked past. “I know, Alfred. I know.”

“I think Master Wayne assumed Damian would return,” Alfred admitted. “We never expected him to stay with his mother and the League.”

Dick sighed. “Well, I think we really hurt him.”

Alfred’s head hung. “I should have done more.”

Now Dick’s heart was really breaking. “Alfred, this is on Bruce and no one else. There was nothing you could’ve done to stop what happened. Bruce and Damian are as stubborn as they come. You couldn’t stop Bruce from stealing the anecdote and you definitely couldn’t stop Damian from leaving.”

Alfred seemed to disagree with this statement. But he didn’t have the energy to argue with Dick or continue the discussion.

“I shall put some tea on the kettle, Master Richard.”

Dick just nodded and made his way to the cave.

The manor had adopted a weird energy since Damian left. It was not that much different than when Jason had died by the hands of the Joker.

The home seemed darker, not as full of life. Damian was by no means an angel, nor brightening up every room he walked in.

But Dick could still feel the brokenness of their family since he had fled.

When Dick made it to the bottom of the stairs in the cave. Bruce was working on some of his gear, testing out new gadgets and cleaning old ones.

For the first time since Dick knew him, Bruce Wayne looked aged. The grey was even more present in his hair. And the crinkles around his eyes and frown were deeper than Dick remembered.

It didn’t help that these days Dick felt like he only saw Bruce when he was in his Batman uniform.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce asked casually, even though they both knew what day it was.

“I’m here to make you talk.” Dick crossed his arms and glared at his past mentor.

Bruce gave him an unimpressed look.

“We both noticed something was off with Damian. But we never swapped notes,” there was that classic Dick Grayson sass. “Wanna know what made me realize something was off?”

Bruce just eyed him, not wanting to further encourage this conversation.

“I saw him laughing. It was something small, insignificant.” Dick shook his head at the memory. “But it made me realize how rare the sound was. And then… that he was doing it more often, smiling more than ever. Yeah, he was off. But I realize now that it was because he was just a kid trying to figure out his feelings.”

Bruce knew where this was going and remained silent.

“You saw your son happy, Bruce. You saw Damian experience something normal for the first time in his life. And what did you do? You ripped it away from him.” Dick sighed. “Yeah, he lied to you. But I wonder who he learned that from…”

Bruce still hadn’t said anything.

“Really? After all that, and you still won’t talk?” Dick shot.

Bruce finally reached his tipping point and chucked the screwdriver onto the table. “I made a mistake. Is that what you are trying to get me to say?”

“No,” Dick snapped back as he stood up straighter. “I’m trying to get you to figure out how to fucking fix it!”

“The League is basically off the grid. And even when I am able to reach Talia, Damian refuses to speak to me.”

Dick narrowed his eyes, unimpressed by Bruce’s efforts.

“You were always a better father to him than I ever was, Dick. You and I both know that. And if I hadn’t been so determined to uncover his secrets, I would’ve just talked to Damian like my son.”

Dick’s fire had disappeared and it was replaced with sympathy.

But Dick’s attention was taken away from something on one of the screens over Bruce’s shoulder.

“The signal…” Dick mumbled.

Bruce whipped around and started typing. “There’s been an breakout at Arkham,” he announced. “Suit up.”

Harley’s head shot up from her book when she felt the ground shake. She looked across the prison to where Ivy was being held.

There had been an explosion, but clearly on the opposite side of the building.

The two of them shared a distant look as they watched guards running by on the ground below.

Suddenly, Ivy sensed something coming from behind her

“It can’t be,” she muttered before whipping around.

Vines were creeping between the metal of her barred window.

She seemed to sense that the plants wanted her to go to the other side of the cell.

And the moment she did, the wall was ripped away, completely exposing her cell to the outside world. Ivy looked across the way at Harley’s cell just before her own wall was ripped away and freeing her partner.

Alarms started ringing. Water started spraying throughout Arkham, as if that could stop any inmates from making their escape.

“Mother, come on!”

Ivy turned around again to see her daughter being lifted to the 3rd floor cell by a giant flower that was slowly blooming.

Without hesitating, Ivy jumped onto it with her daughter .

“What the hell do you think you are doing!” Ivy screamed as she wrapped her daughter into a hug.

Before Y/N could answer, gunshots started firing. With the wave of her hand, thick petals emerged, shielding the two of them.

They weren’t free yet. They still had to escape the prison grounds, find Harley in the process, and get off Arkham Island.

“Run now. Talk later,” Y/N told her mother before lowering them to the ground and sprinting.

“Split up. Find Harley,” Y/N instructed. “Waylon is waiting for us in the sewers on the south west side of the island.”

Ivy nodded. But she still hesitated, not wanting to leave her daughter alone.

“I’ll be fine, mother. I promise.”

Ivy was amazed at the chaos her daughter created. There were distractions everywhere: plants attacking guards, more timed explosions going off, other prisoners making a run for it.

How had she pulled this off? Who had she become in just one year on her own and without her mothers?

Y/N had to make sure to destroy the garage where the cars and boats were stored for the island. They couldn’t chase after them if every single one of their transports was on fire.

—

“This is a mess, B.” Dick reported into the comms as he tried to take down any prisoner attempting to flee, while also trying to keep the guards and other employees safe.

“I can see from above,” Bruce answered as he looked down at the island from his jet.

“I think we need to call in Batgirl, Red Robin, and even Red Hood,” Dick gasped as he fought off a prisoner who decided to pick a fight.

“They’re already on their way,” Bruce answered back. “Nightwing, there’s a group of guards surrounded by a over a dozen inmates. They need your help. South west edge of the island, near the gates.”

“On it,” Dick called back as he ran toward the coordinates Bruce gave him.

He saw a figure running through the smoke.

“Hey!” He screamed, seeing that they were definitely no guard. But he couldn’t make out much more than that.

Assuming it was another escapee, Dick flung one of his scrims sticks at their feet to knock them down.

It instantly worked and he heard them groan as they hit the ground hard.

But when the smoked cleared away and his mark slowly got back onto their feet, Dick froze in place.

Dick had never seen her in person, only seeing pictures that Bruce found after he hacked into the batcave computer to see what he’d found.

She was more beautiful in person. And despite it only being a year since the incident, she looked much older and more mature.

Dick was face to face with the girl that changed Damian’s life.

Y/N.

Was it strange that there was a part of Dick that was sad Damian never introduced her to him? That he never even told him about her?

She looked scared.

But not the helpless kind of scared; the scared that Dick knew if he made a move, she would put up a fight. And Dick wasn’t even sure he’d win.

No, she clearly was trying to escape without any physical confrontations.

There was also a fierceness in her eyes, daring Dick to try her. But he got the sense that she didn’t actually want to hurt him.

“Go,” Dick told her.

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

This was Nightwing. One of Gotham’s many protectors. Surely he wouldn’t let the one responsible for this prison break go so easily. She had finally made herself her own criminal.

There were footsteps coming from around the corner, echoing on the blacktop.

“I said go!” Dick yelled, louder this time. “Get out of here!”

Y/N didn’t have to be told again and she made a run for it.

Dick growled in frustration, unsure if he’d done the right thing.

But he continued on his run, getting to the guards that needed his help.

—

Y/N was utterly relieved when she reached the rendezvous point where Killer Croc should be waiting.

There stood Waylon with her mothers.

“We should get out of here,” Waylon told her as he ushered them down the sewers.

“Where are we going?” Ivy asked when she realized they were not going the right direction to Robinson Park.

“You’ll see,” Waylon grunted.

“We can’t go back to the park,” Y/N said darkly.

“Why not?” Harley asked.

“You’ll realize soon enough,” was all Y/N said in return.

They ended up at Waylon’s lair, deep in the tunnel system of Gotham.

It wasn’t exactly homey, but it would be safe.

Reality had finally settled in now that the adrenaline was gone.

Ivy whipped around and roughly grabbed her daughter by the shoulders.

“What the fucking hell were you thinking!?”

Instead of cowering in fear, Y/N met her mother’s anger with the same energy.

“I believe I just freed you from Arkham,” she surprisingly growled.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!? You could’ve easily gotten yourself killed or thrown in there yourself!?” Ivy bellowed.

“But I didn’t,” Y/N shot back. “I’ve been planning this for a year, mother. I knew what I was doing.”

Ivy turned her anger onto Waylon. “And you thought it was a good idea to help?”

He only looked guilty, realizing this was not a fight he should engage in.

“Enough!” Y/N yelled.

None of them had ever heard her like this. It caused Ivy and Harley to freeze and look at their daughter with wide eyes.

“Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me?” Y/N whispered. “To wonder if you would still be alive by the time I could get you out?”

Her eyes teared up. “I’ve been alone since you were both taken. Nowhere to go. No one to take me in. I don’t exist. And I couldn’t visit you. I couldn’t do shit.”

A couple tears managed to slip down Y/N’s face. “All I could do was get you out.”

The tension in the room was different now.

Ivy started crying, realizing the true loneliness she had left her daughter in.

“Y/N…” she trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

Then Ivy pulled her daughter into her arms, almost squeezing her death. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We never meant to leave you.”

“It was my fault that you both were in there,” Y/N sobbed into her shoulder. “So it was my responsibility to get you out.”

Harley stepped forward. And for once, she didn’t find something amusing about such a situation.

“Ya did good, sunflower,” she told Y/N as she rubbed her back.

The three of them walked into the opening of Robinson Park at sunrise.

In Gotham, sunlight was the best cover. Criminals slinked back into their lairs when the night disappeared. Gotham citizens used mornings as their sigh of relief.

Now Ivy, Harley, and Y/N entered Robinson Park in discreet and normal clothes.

Y/N watched as her mothers stopped in their tracks, stunned into silence.

“I tried to warn you,” Y/N mumbled.

“What have they done?” Ivy hissed.

The park had returned to its original grunginess and precariousness from before Ivy had taken it over.

Harley smashed a glass syringe beneath her feet with disgust.

Drugs. Garbage. Dead plants. Shattered glass.

The criminals and addicts of Gotham had reclaimed Robinson Park as their own once Ivy was ripped from her home.

Y/N could tell her mother was fuming, wanting to kill everyone who was responsible.

“I couldn’t claim it for myself. I had to stay hidden,” Y/N tried to defend, hoping her mothers didn’t blame her for their home turning into this.

Ivy took in a deep breath and faced her daughter. “We will rebuild.”

Y/N gave a shy smile, “I hoped you would say that.”

But then Ivy’s soft and hopeful expression slowly fell. “But you cannot stay here, Y/N.”

Y/N blinked and instantly became angry. “What are you talking about?”

The ground beneath her feet started to rise up with threatening foliage.

“They will come looking for you,” Ivy sighed.

“I don’t care!” Y/N snapped back. “Then we will fight!”

“No. What happened here is my fault. I picked my battles and I lost.”

“But you lost because of me!” Y/N argued. “Because Batman gave them the anecdote that took you down and then destroyed our home.”

Ivy cupped her daughter’s cheek. “You are a child, Y/N. An extraordinary one at that, but still just a child.” She frowned. “What happened to us was not your fault. We are not your responsibility. I didn’t have a daughter to join me in a life of crime. I had you because I wanted to love you and for you to have the life I never could.”

Y/N shook her head. “You should’ve known that wouldn’t be possible.”

“Yes, perhaps I was naive. But I am still your mother. And now I must get back to protecting you. And that means you leaving Gotham.”

Y/N looked to Harley for saving, to disagree with her mother.

But Harley did nothing of the sort. Instead, Harley gave her daughter a sympathetic look, proving that she agreed with Ivy.

“I don’t want to leave Gotham,” Y/N’s voice shook. “It’s my home. You two are my home.”

Ivy pulled her into a hug. “But you deserve to figure out who you are without us, my love.”

“You’re more than just Poison Ivy’s daughter, cutie.” Harley winked.

4 YEARS LATER

“Since you all exceeded my expectations last exam, I’m letting you out early today,” the professor told the full lecture room.

A unified cheer was the only response he got before students quickly packed up and tried to make their escape.

Y/N was slower, not really seeing why everyone else felt the need to rush.

She always sat in the back of the classrooms.

There seemed to be an invisible line between her and her fellow students.

And that was by design.

Y/N had been double majoring in plant biochemistry and biology for almost 4 years at the University of Metropolis.

And with her studies and her own personal research, Y/N had learned how to reverse her pheromones. Now, not only could she attract people at her will, but she repel them. No one bothered her or tried to talk to her. Even when people found her physically attractive from a distance, there was always something stopping them form actually introducing themselves.

That was how Y/N lived her college days: avoidant, emotionally detached, and alone.

Y/N walked into her apartment.

It was the top apartment on an old and decrepit building. For the most part, it was abandoned. But Y/N had a glass capped ceiling that opened into a private rooftop. So it was filled with natural light and Y/N could get some sun energy at all times. Most of the rooms were separated by glass walls instead of plaster. And to no surprise, the whole place was crawling with plants and most of the walls were covered in ivy.

Y/N had turned a dingy apartment into her oasis.

It was a much nicer home than any college student should have. But if Y/N was going to be away from her family, Ivy wanted to make sure she had the absolute best.

Cheddar came sprinting out of the apartment’s forest and immediately ran circles around Y/N’s legs, purring and rubbing his fur all over her.

“Hey, buddy.” Y/N smiled.

These days, her cat was really her only friend.

“What have you been up to today?”

Cheddar just meowed his answer and continued his purring.

Y/N picked him up and moved to the kitchen. “How about we make some tea and maybe order a little takeout tonight, huh?”

The cat meowed in agreement.

The rest of Y/N’s night consisted of watering her plants with a cup of tea in her other hand. Meanwhile, Cheddar rubbed against her legs. Later, she ordered takeout to eat while she watched a movie. And she ended the night by falling asleep on her rooftop with Cheddar in her lap. The two of them didn’t wake up until a thunderstorm scattered rain across them, making them run inside – but not before getting soaking wet.

“Again!” Damian growled.

The girl ran through the drill, sparring with him with as much skill and power as she could. But she could never be as good as Damian. Nobody was.

In just a few moves, Damian had his trainee’s back on the floor.

But instead of being irritated, the girl looked up at him with amusement and…desire?

Damian immediately noted it.

He stood up and pointed to the exit. “Go. You are finished for the day.”

The girl seemed disappointed by his reaction, hoping he would make a move.

“Mesi?” He called out before she left.

She turned around with a hopeful look.

“I expect better from you,” Damian called out.

She tried to control her expression, but he knew his words had cut her. Before her embarrassment could fully show itself, she disappeared.

Damian walked around the training room, cleaning up the weapons.

“You should be careful how you speak to them, Damian.”

He turned to find his mother stepping out of the shadows – though he had immediately noticed when she snuck into the room.

“Why?”

“They could be potential suitors…” Talia said with a smirk.

Damian immediately scoffed. “They only wish to get closer to power through me.”

“And is that so wrong?” His mother challenged.

Despite Talia raising Damian on her own for the first 8 or so years of his life, the two of them were still shockingly different. Talia saw no qualms in manipulating those around her – even lovers and her own blood. But Damian had grown to live a more honest life. Though he hid it well, he still had his father’s kindness that prevented him from being Talia’s copy.

“If anything, they could warm your bed at night. And you could leave it at that,” Talia added as she walked down onto the training floor.

Damian was used to his mother openly talking about sex. So he didn’t give the disgusted reaction that he knew she was anticipating.

He glared at her before he said, “I have no need for such promiscuity.”

Talia smirked at her son.

It seemed Damian was unlike both of his parents in that regard.

Truth was, Damian Wayne had no desire to have sex for sex’s sake. He didn’t feel those desires, those urges. Yes, the female assassins of the League threw themselves at him. But it had nothing to do with Damian or even how he looked. He was simply the heir to the throne.

And Damian hates that it was all it took for them.

Yes, he had felt desire before.

But it came after years and years of trust, friendship, and mutual love.

“But I know at one point you did,” Talia hummed. “After all, there’s only one naked one in that sketchbook of yours…”

Damian’s nostrils flared. How dare she look at it?

But he didn’t take the bait. His reaction would tell more of a story than staying silent.

“Sooner or later, you must choose a partner,” Talia circled her son now. “Wife, lover, consort, mistress…which ever you prefer.” She stopped walking to meet his gaze. “But if you are to take over the throne, an heir will be expected.”

Damian’s jaw tightened. “Is that not a bit archaic and unnecessary?”

Talia smirked. “Do you not wish to father your own children, my Damian?”

He thought he did. Once. Maybe a daughter who wove flowers from the ground. Or a boy that has those same y/e/c eyes. But it wasn’t children he wanted. He only wanted children with her – and only if she had wanted them, too.

“I prefer not to have any attachments. It does no good in our line of work. Lover’s only make one weak. And children – how many times was I used against you, mother?”

She smiled at her son’s cleverness. But she knew there was more to it than that. “I respect your viewpoint. And I understand that you wish to be alone.”

Damian felt a small wave of relief, thinking this conversation was over now.

But Talia doesn’t give up that easily. “But that does not explain why you take such long walks in the garden when you think all are sleeping?”

His body froze. “Sleep evades me, so I walk.”

“Is that so? And it has nothing to do with the girl you left behind?”

Damian glared at his mother, but still said nothing.

Upon his return 4 years ago, Damian had never explained to Talia what had happened or why he chose to leave Gotham. He saw no point in revealing his father’s betrayal. He forbid himself to ever speak of Y/N – especially to his mother.

“You think a mother doesn’t know when her own son has a broken heart?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Tt. I thought you did not believe in such things…”

“Not exactly,” she hummed.

He gave her one final glare. “Are we done here?”

Talia looked him up and down. She was 5’8 – neither small or giant – but standing next to her son made her look small.

Damian had grown to his full 6’3 frame. And his shoulders were even wider than his fathers. He was strong – maybe even stronger than Bruce. But he still had the speed from when he was just a gangly boy. His green eyes almost seemed darker, yet more saturated. His dark brown hair was cut into a clean fade, thicker on top and cut short on the sides.

He was no longer a boy, but a young man.

“You have a visitor,” Talia finally told him. “They are waiting in your bedroom.”

Damian’s stomach twisted.

He hadn’t had a visitor since he had returned.

When Damian slid open the pocket door, he relaxed slightly.

“Grayson,” he greeted.

Dick turned around. He seemed a little on edge. But Damian could assume that was because he was at the headquarters for the League.

“Not even Dick anymore, huh?” He looked down. “Guess I deserve that.”

“What are you doing here?”

Dick met Damian’s gaze and took a deep breath. “Bruce is missing.”

“OK.”

Dick eyed him. “OK?”

“What does that have to do with me?” Damian shot back.

“Your father is missing – has been for nearly a month. And the first thing you ask is how you are involved?”

“The League had nothing to do with it, if that is what you are implying.”

Dick rubbed his face in frustration. “Of course that is not what I’m implying! Jesus, Damian.” He hesitated. “Fine. Whatever,” he growled. “I came to ask you to come back.”

“No,” Damian instantly shot down.

“Gotham needs a new Batman. It will tear itself apart if it realizes that he’s MIA.”

“So you do it,” Damian shot back.

“I can’t wear the cape and look for Bruce. Gotham is on a brink of another turf war. We…We need help,” Dick sighed.

Damian crossed his arms and tilted his head. “If your grand plan was to come all this way to beg for my help, you are in worse shape than you realize…”

“Damian, please.”

“Why not ask his precious Justice League?”

Dick scoffed. “You know it doesn’t work like that. They’re on planets across the galaxy. Other worlds. I can hardly get in contact with any of them.”

He waited for Damian to change his mind, to realize how desperate he was for simply coming here.

But Damian looked unfazed by his story.

“He’s your father, Damian.”

“Hardly.”

Somehow that one word hurt Dick more than anything else Damian had said. And it finally seemed to make him realize that Damian wasn’t going anywhere – not with Dick, not to Gotham.

Dick gave a look of disappointment, but finally allowed himself to take him in.

In 4 years, Damian almost looked like an entirely different person. Dick assumed the League also had a hand in that and it wasn’t just a growth spurt and puberty.

“You’re all grown up, kid.” Dick’s voice sounded so heartbroken.

“I was never a kid to begin with,” Damian shot back without hesitation.

Dick slowly nodded, knowing a lost battle. “I should’ve talked to you. Bruce should’ve talked to you. What he did…I understand if you never forgive him. But I know you’ll regret not giving him a chance to apologize to you himself. And he can’t do that if we don’t find him.”

And he said nothing in return, only watching his past walk back out of his life.

Dick quickly walked outside and signaled to his pilot to get the jet started.

He had one foot not the first step of the boarding stairs when he heard it.

“Hey!”

Dick turned around.

Damian was slowly walking towards him with a duffle bag over his shoulder.

Dick met him halfway.

“I help you find him. And then I’m gone,” Damian yelled over the roaring of the jet.

Dick tried to hide his smile, but quickly nodded.

Damian hated the twist in his stomach when they started approaching Gotham.

He truly never expected to return, and this was already a less than ideal situation to do so.

Then he saw it from the helicopter at 1,000 feet up.

Robinson Park.

It looked different, but from this height and angle, Damian couldn’t figure out how.

Despite piloting the helicopter, Dick noticed what Damian was looking at. He knew Damian would never ask about it or her.

“After you left, the park went to hell.”

Damian’s head shot to look at Dick, surprised by the statement.

“GPD gassed the whole place up with the anecdote,” Dick continued. “All the unnatural plants died within days. Once word got out that Poison Ivy was locked up, it only took a couple weeks for junkies and pimps to take it over.”

Damian felt sick.

Even after all these years, his first thought was, ‘What happened to her? Did she get out safe? Did they do something to her? Did she try to defend her home? Or did she flee with nowhere to go?’

He was silent as the questions raced through his mind.

“But Poison Ivy reclaimed it as soon as she escaped from Arkham,” Dick added. He watched Damian’s face closely to try to see how he would react such news.

But Damian remained stoic. “How’d she get out?” Sounding bored and uninterested, he was a good actor.

“It’s not how…” Dick corrected, his eyes moving back to the sky. “It’s who helped them get out.”

But Damian didn’t take the bait, so he asked no follow-up questions.

They landed the helicopter in the great lawn of Wayne Manor.

Alfred couldn’t stand still, and walked briskly onto the grass. But he wasn’t faster than Titus, who sprinted past the butler and to his old master.

Damian couldn’t hold back his smile as the dog tried to tackle him with love. But he was much larger than the last time he saw his pet.

“Hey, boy.” He cooed, scratching and petting the great dane in all his favorite spots.

Dick smiled at the little reunion, but gave them a little space.

“I must say, Master Richard, I did not think you would be successful,” Alfred greeted.

“Honestly, neither did I…” Dick sighed as the two of them watched Damian with the dog that he left behind for four years.

—

A few hours later, Damian had been fed with utter insistence from Alfred. Dick and Tim updated Damian on their findings while they all ate.

“Had it ever occurred to you that Bruce isn’t missing, but simply hiding?” Damian finally spoke after doing nothing but listening and eating.

Dick and Tim shared a look. It didn’t go amiss that Damian refused to call Bruce his father, instead only addressing him formally by his first name.

“It’s not as if he hasn’t done it before,” Damian muttered.

“Are you trying to say he did this to try and lure you back to Gotham?” Tim asked with slight disgust.

Dick gave Tim a warning look not to start a fight.

“We didn’t need him,” Tim spat to Dick before shoving his chair back. “I can figure this out without his help.”

Then Tim left the room.

Dick sighed and rubbed his face before leaning his forearms on the table. He knew Damian wasn’t going to like what he was about to say.

“You’re gonna need to wear the cape tonight.”

Damian was clearly grinding his teeth.

“Fine,” he snapped, then he too walked out of the room.

“Welp…” Dick sighed to himself as he leaned back in the dining chair. “That could’ve been worse.”

____

Dick muttered off coordinates and neighborhoods for Damian to cover for the night.

“Make sure you’re seen, but not heard. We need to make sure people don’t get any ideas about Batman being gone or missing,” Dick instructed.

“I know what the job is, Grayson.” Damian muttered harshly.

“Yeah, and your attitude is a really lovely addition to the team,” Tim fired back.

Damian didn’t bother responding.

––

It was a slow night: a few muggers and one prevented sexual assault outside a bar. But Damian did what was requested of him: he made sure Gotham believed Batman was still there to protect the innocent and put criminals behind bars.

But Damian didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to the park during his route.

And as soon as he saw the collection of trees at the entrance, he was being pulled to Robinson Park as if he was hypnotized.

Damian made sure no potential bystanders were around before he entered the park.

After all those years, Damian could navigate the place with his eyes closed. The only people who knew it better were Ivy and Y/N, and his knowledge was still close to theirs.

Damian felt his heart beating faster when he immediately noticed the changes.

Ivy’s claim was obvious still. But he could tell that the park had seen rough times.

He knew he should leave, that it would do no good to linger or get pulled in further. But Damian couldn’t stop himself. He missed this place. It had become somewhat of a second home to him during all those years. The park that Gothamites feared had always given him comfort and a strange feeling of safety.

He spotted the greenhouse in the distance. It was completely new.

So Dick hadn’t been kidding: GPD really had destroyed the place.

And Poison Ivy returned to nothing, having no choice but to rebuild her home.

“What are you doing here?”

Damian whipped around.

Ivy slowly stepped out of the shadows and met his gaze with a deathly glare.

But her eyes widened when Damian stepped into the moonlight. She seemed to immediately recognize that this was not Bruce Wayne, but Damian wearing the Batman suit.

“You will not find her here,” she warned him.

“I already knew that,” Damian answered evenly.

Ivy was unamused and tilted her head suspiciously. “Is that so?”

“She’s in Metropolis, attending college,” he managed to answer with a cold and even tone.

Ivy froze, clearly trying to control her reaction.

No one knew that Damian had been keeping tabs on Y/N since he abandoned Gotham. It tortured him to be away from her, to not see her constantly and know that she was alright. So, the best he could do was know her whereabouts. Her mothers had done a good job of keeping her hidden, giving her a fake identity and new bank account to attend school. But Damian was better.

“What are you doing here, Damian?” Ivy asked.

“I…I don’t know,” he grunted.

This was a mistake. There was nothing left for him here. It was stupid of him to come.

So he started backing into the shadows.

Ivy took a quick step forward. “You broke her heart, you know.”

Damian paused. “My father…it was…”

But his words died out. What good would it do to blame Bruce? How cowardly.

“I never would have betrayed any of you,” he finally finished quietly.

“I know that,” Ivy surprised him by answering. “I always knew that. But she was angry and scared. The heartbroken so rarely find logic.”

Damian didn’t know what to say.

Ivy looked him up and down. He sure had grown into a man. It felt like only yesterday that he was sneaking into the park as a young boy.

“I almost mistook you for your father. But I’m sure that was the point,” Ivy hummed. “You’ve grown into a man, Damian Wayne.”

He couldn’t stay any longer. He had to leave.

So Damian disappeared in the shadows.

“Anyone listening? Come in, you little assholes,” a static voice spoke into his comms once he was out of Robinson Park.

“Todd?” Damian asked.

“Damian?” He shot back with confusion.

“What do you want, Todd? We’re on patrol.”

“Uhhh. You three are gonna wanna see this.”

“Where are you, Red Hood?” Dick asked, trying to subtly remind them to use their codenames.

“Rooftop of Wayne Tower,” Jason answered.

“Me and Red Robin will be there in 5,” Dick answered.

The comms went silent.

“What the fuck,” Damian mumbled before making his way to the rendezvous point.

He didn’t expect to find his father sitting against the wall with his three brothers standing and looking down at him.

Bruce was sitting with a dazed look in his eyes. He was wearing his batman suit, but his cowl was nowhere to be found. His identity was completely exposed – and all three of them wondered for how long.

“Bruce? Bruce, do you understand me?” Dick asked carefully as he crouched in front of him.

“He’s been like this the whole time,” Jason clarified.

“We should get him back to the cave,” Tim chimed in. “Clearly something’s happened to him. And we won’t know what until we run some tests.”

Damian finally stepped forward and studied his father. But right now, Bruce seemed like a completely different person.

Bruce looked up at his biological son, but there was no recognition.

“How did you find him?” Dick asked.

“I saw movement up here when I was patrolling,” Jason shrugged. “I came to investigate. And it was just him walking in circles, completely dazed.”

“Think he’s going to have a fit if we try to move him?” Tim asked.

Damian rolled his eyes and sighed, walking past his brothers with purpose. Without warning, he kneeled before his father, grabbed his arm, and put it over his shoulder before he moved him to his feet and started walking him to the fire escape.

Once they had disappeared down a few floors, Jason glared at Dick.

“Were you planning on telling me that you dragged him back to Gotham?”

“We needed help,” Dick shot back. “And you aren’t exactly a team player.”

Jason rolled his eyes, but it didn’t matter since he was wearing his Red Hood helmet. “I found the bastard, didn’t I?”

“Whatever. You coming to the cave with us or not?” Tim asked.

––––

Dick walked back down to the cave.

“Alfred’s managed to put him to bed,” he told the group.

“He say anything?” Jason asked.

“Nope. Still mute.”

Tim swiveled his chair around.

“There’s a toxin in his system,” he began explaining. “It’s working as some sort of amnesia. He doesn’t know who he is or who we are. His brain is basically a blank canvas when it comes to memories and recognition.”

“Fuck,” Jason sighed.

“Is there a way to reverse it?” Dick asked hurriedly.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t think I know how.”

A tense silence settled between the four young men.

Was this the end of Bruce Wayne? Would he be this way forever? He was alive, but everything that made him Bruce Wayne and Batman was gone.

“Ivy,” Damian finally declared, as if it were obvious.

“What?” Dick asked.

“You said it’s a toxin. She might be the world’s greatest biochemist. No one understands toxins better than her.”

“And why the hell would she help us?” Jason challenged. “Especially Bruce, the man who threw her in Arkham and gave GPD a weapon to use against her over and over again.”

“You have a better idea, Todd?” Damian shot back.

“They owe us,” Dick finally interrupted.

Jason and Tim shared a look of confusion.

“Care to elaborate?” Jason scoffed.

“I let her go,” Dick muttered as he looked at the ground.

“Let who go?” Jason pushed, clearly getting annoyed by his vagueness.

“I let Y/N go during the Arkham outbreak. She was the one who caused the explosion. It was obvious she was only there to liberate her mother and Harley. She was ready for a fight. But I…I told her to run. I let her go.”

Damian remained stoic as Dick told his story.

Y/N had freed them? How?

“I’ll go,” Damian finally declared.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Tim asked.

“She won’t even talk to you or Dick,” Damian shot back. “You two would be attacked as soon as you walked into the park."

“I’ll go with him,” Jason chimed in.

They all waited for Damian to shut that down, but he just nodded.

“Get me a sample of his blood,” Damian demanded.

--------

“I still think we should’ve come in uniform,” Jason mumbled under his breath as the two of them drove into the park.

“That would only make them have less reason to trust us. They have known who we are for years. What’s the point?” Damian argued. “Plus, you still have at least two guns hidden somewhere on your body.”

Jason smirked. “You know me well, demon spawn.”

The greenhouse was finally in sight after a few minutes of driving down the winding path.

“Welp. We’re not dead yet,” Jason muttered as he parked a few yards away.

“They know we’re here,” Damian told him as he got out.

“Well, well, well. This is very interesting…” Harley called out from the entrance of the greenhouse. She had a gun in her hand, aimed perfectly at them.

“We’re not here for a fight. We just want to talk,” Jason called out with his hands innocently raised in the air.

“Is that so?” Ivy stepped around her girlfriend. “Should we be expecting an attack on our home? Maybe a gas explosion from GPD?”

“That wasn’t us,” Jason tried to argue.

Harley cackled, her gun still aimed at them. “Ya guilty by association, pal.”

“We are here to ask for help,” Damian finally spoke, as he stepped forward.

“This wouldn’t have to do with you running around in daddy’s costume, would it?” Ivy asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Jason sighed. “Listen, if you wanna kill us, go for it. But if not, can we just go inside and have a fuckin’ conversation?”

“You can come inside,” Ivy answered. “But whether we help you or not has yet to be decided.”

“Fair enough,” Jason mumbled as he followed Damian inside the greenhouse.

It was a completely different building. The glass was a different texture and tint.

—

“She don’t like it when ya hover,” Harley warned the two boys as Ivy studied Bruce’s blood sample under a microscope.

Jason shrugged and took the warning as a reason to glance around the greenhouse. He hadn’t been inside since they had rebuilt it from the ground up.

Damian should’ve walked back outside to give himself space.

But when he moved to do so, Harley was eyeing him.

She was smiling almost maniacally at him. “Heard you’d grown up, kiddo. Guess Ives wasn’t kidding…”

Damian didn’t respond. The less he talked to them, the easier this would all be.

But his silence didn’t stop Harley from continuing her own conversation with him. “So when did you drop back into this shit hole?”

“I’m not back,” Damian corrected roughly. “I came to solve whatever this is. And then I’m gone.”

Harley looked to Jason for confirmation. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Where’d ya go?” She pushed.

No question was too nosy for Harley Quinn.

“Does it matter?” Damian challenged.

Harley’s playfulness vanished like a candle flame being blown out. In its place was anger, a glare that should be able to kill Damian where he stood.

“She needed you,” Harley practically growled. “They came here and I told her to run. I figured your two’s little spat was just the usual teenage drama. So I thought you’d take her in.”

Harley got threateningly close to Damian.

Jason shifted his weight, worried he was about to break up a fight between the two.

But Damian looked unthreatened, arms crossed and posture tall. His gaze was steady, hadn’t blinked for minutes.

Now that he was past puberty and his growth spurt, Damian towered over Harley. Her head barely reached his shoulders. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She got up into his face, which meant she was glaring up at him, practically breaking her neck.

“You left her. You left her when she needed somebody,” Harley barked.

Damian simply narrowed his eyes.

But inside, Harley’s words hurt him. Since the beginning, Harley was his and Y/N’s number one supporter. To hear her attack him, and about Y/N, just further fueled the guilt he’d been housing in his soul since that night.

“She wanted nothing to do to me,” Damian finally answered evenly. “Even if I had been here, she never would have accepted help from me. Or did you forget that it was Batman who was the reason both of you were behind bars?”

“Jesus Fuck!” Harley tilted her head back and rolled her eyes. “Boys really are the stupidest fuckin’ idiots, huh.”

“We are,” Jason admitted.

“Ya know,” Harley sand as she did a little twirl. “I told her the best way to get back at a boy is to fuck his dad.”

“What the fuck!” Jason gagged. “As if Bruce would ever…”

“Of course he wouldn’t, dummy!” Harley argued. “And she wouldn’t either.”

Poison Ivy finally walked out of her lab and rejoined them, putting an end to the other three’s uncomfortable conversation.

“So…?” Jason broke the silence.

“Well, you were right. It’s a toxin that’s causing a chemical imbalance in his brain. But specifically in the prefrontal cortex and hippocampus, which are where short-term and long-term memories are concentrated.”

“But you can reverse it,” Jason said. But as he read Ivy’s face, he added, “Right?”

Ivy kept her face composed. “This is advanced…even for me.”

“What?” Jason blurted out. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Isn’t that your whole thing? Aren’t you supposed to be the best at this shit?”

“Hey! Watch it!” Harley warned.

“You can’t help us?” Damian suspected there was something else. And he was controlling his emotions far better than Jason.

“I can’t help you,” Ivy clarified.

She shared a look with Harley.

“But there is someone else who can.”

Silence filled the room.

“OK…? Plan on giving us their name or ya plan on sending us on a scavenger hunt with little fuckin’ clues?” Jason snapped.

Ivy and Damian seemed to be having a telepathic conversation.

“Y/N,” Damian said to Jason. “Y/N can help us.”

Jason gave a doubtful cringe. “No offense, Ivy, but if you can’t help us, forgive me for struggling to believe that Y/N knows this shit better than you.”

“Hey, asshole!” Harley yelled. “She’s about to graduate with honors in both plant biochemistry and biology. She’s not even done with college and labs are fighting over her.”

“Fine! Fine.” Jason sighed as he threw up his hands. “Wanna tell us where we can find her then?”

“No,” Ivy quickly shut down.

“No?” Jason drew the question out.

Ivy shook her head.

“Not you. Only him,” she nudged her head in Damian’s direction.

When Jason’s gaze snapped to him, he realized that Damian seemed to have predicted this outcome long before it was spoken. But who knew Harley and Ivy better than Damian?

“How do we know this isn’t some fucked up revenge plot? Huh?” Jason suggested.

Harley rolled her eyes. “Please. If we wanted you dead, it would’ve been done as soon as our asses got out of Arkham.”

Throughout all of this, Ivy and Damian hadn’t broken eye contact.

“Too scared of your past, Damian?” Ivy confronted. “So scared that you won’t make amends in order to save your father?”

Damian could’ve broken his teeth with how hard his jaw was clenched tight.

“You go alone or no one goes at all,” was Ivy’s final warning.

“Now get the fuck outta here,” Harley cheered with a creepy laugh.

Y/N was standing in her apartment, watching the rain pouring down in Metropolis.

She was wearing a t-shirt that she’d stretched the neck out on, utility overalls, and an oversized flannel over it all. It was relaxed and maybe a little frumpy. But it was utterly Y/N.

“So much for reading in the park, Cheddar,” she hummed to her cat.

He just meowed in response.

She turned to look at him with a shy smile. “We haven’t had takeout and stayed in to watch a movie in awhile though…”

Cheddar didn’t meow but tilted his head to the side.

“It was a joke!” Y/N defended. “Because, you know, that’s…all we do.”

Cheddar seemed to sense that his owner needed comfort. So he hopped down from his perch and jumped right into her arms.

Y/N chuckled and pet him as she turned back to the window so they could watch the rain together. Cheddar started pawing at the individual raindrops that slid down, making Y/N lightly chuckle even more.

“Rain is always good. I don’t have to jack up the water bill to water all my babies,” Y/N added quietly.

Cheddar meowed in agreement.

Her buzzer rang.

Cheddar jumped down from her arms.

“Oh, thank goodness. I’m starving.” Y/N practically skipped to the door to buzz them in.

She waited a few minutes, listening for the footsteps to go up the several flights of stairs before opening her door.

“Hello! Thank you so much!” She greeted the delivery man. Then she handed him a $50 bill as tip. His eyes went three sizes bigger. “For the rain. I’m sure you have a ton of orders because of the weather.”

“T-T-Thank you,” he managed to stutter before Y/N skipped back into her apartment.

“OK, Mr. Cheddar, what movie should we watch tonight?” Y/N asked.

But the cat didn’t respond.

Y/N put the food on the kitchen counter and glanced around.

Something was off.

“Whoever you are, you have about three seconds to get out before you regret ever coming here,” she called out to the empty apartment.

Then she saw that the glass door to the balcony was open and a shadow stood in the doorway, nothing but their silhouette visible.

“Come out and maybe I won’t kill you,” Y/N hissed.

But the person that stepped into her apartment was no one she would’ve ever expected to see.

“D-Damian?” She gasped in total shock.

He’d grown up. Not that she hadn’t as well.

Why did he have to mature from being a cute boy to an even handsomer man?

It was so damn unfair.

And now he was soaking wet, dripping on her floor. Not that he seemed to mind.

“W-What…What are you doing here?” Y/N could barely form words, let alone complete sentences.

“Your mother sent me.”

Jesus.

Even his voice had grown deeper, and it somehow sounded more confident and calmer, too.

“My mother? Is she OK? Did something happen? Is Harley OK?”

“Your mother is fine,” Damian quickly assured her. “As is Harley.”

Y/N blinked.

The surprise of his appearance was slowly fading. And if her mothers were OK, Y/N had finally reached the part where she was livid.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She snarled. “I believe I told you if I ever saw you again, I would kill you.”

“I need your help.”

She blinked in shock.

Of all her years of knowing him, not once had she heard those words come out of Damian Wayne’s mouth.

But she quickly recovered. “And what makes you think I would ever help you?”

“I don’t deserve it. I know that.” He took in a deep breath. “It’s Bruce. He’s been poisoned. Even your mother couldn’t help him. You’re the only one who can.”

“Your father’s actions destroyed my entire world. And I’ve spent the past four years building it back up to some semblance of a normal life. But I had to do it alone. My mothers sent me away because I had to expose myself in order to free them.”

With every word she spoke, Y/N took a step closer to Damian.

She only stopped when she was inches away from his face.

“So tell me…Why the fuck would I help Batman?”

Damian’s jaw tightened as she hissed the words at him.

Her closeness was making it hard to focus.

Damian found himself taking her in.

She was taller, too. And he swore he’d forgotten the exact color of her eyes after all these years. Y/N wasn’t a little girl anymore; she was a woman. Time gave her no choice but to grow up and face the harsh realities of life. The past four years prevented her from continuing to live in her own little naive world. Those days were done.

“You can come back to Gotham,” Damian finally replied.

Y/N scoffed at him. “Who said I wanted to?”

“It’s your home, isn’t it?” Damian asked with a tilt of his head.

“If I want to go home, I will. I don’t need Batman’s fucking permission,” she growled.

Damian just nodded slowly.

There was nothing to really say to that. She was right.

What Damian and his family were offering Y/N was a fake reward for her doing the right thing. They had nothing else to give her. It wasn’t like they could go back in a time machine and erase what happened four years ago.

Damian started walking backwards to the doorway that led out to her balcony. His eyes were filled with regret and sorrow. He didn’t expect it to be this hard to leave her for a second time – even when Y/N made it clear that she had no love left for him.

And he refused to turn his back so he could use every second of his time being in her presence to memorize her face. He hadn’t stopped drawing her these past four years. And he had grown to fear that one day he would forget the details.

“I only wanted you to know that if you return to Gotham, you have my word that neither Batman nor anyone else will hunt you down. You can go home and live in peace.”

He shakily placed a vial of blood on the table next to the door.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

There was a flash of lightning, and deep thunder followed half a second later. It caused the power in Y/N’s apartment to flicker.

When it returned, Damian was gone.

As soon as Y/N was sure she was alone again, her legs collapsed and she fell to the floor, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed.

Damian stood at the window of the manor and watched his father wander on the grounds outside.

Bruce was both like a zombie and a child: there was no intention or understanding, but he had a curiosity clear in his eyes – like he was trying to put a giant puzzle together.

A week had gone by since Damian went to Y/N for help. And his family hadn’t gotten any closer to helping Bruce. Test after test was a failure. Between patrolling and trying to get Bruce mentally back, they were all exhausted.

Every day, Dick waited for Damian to tell him that he was returning to the league. After all, Damian said he would help find his father; he didn’t say anything about curing him.

But Damian stuck around.

Alfred cleared his throat in the doorway behind him, “Master Damian?”

He turned. “Yes, Pennyworth.”

“She’s here.”

Damian tensed at the news.

“Ms. Y/F/N is waiting in the gardens on the south lawn,” Alfred added. “She seemed anxious to come inside, and said she would wait for you there.”

Damian nodded and tried not to walk out too quickly or show any sort of excitement. But as soon as he was out of sight, he picked up his pace and made his way to the gardens.

He tried to swallow when he spotted her, but found that his mouth and throat had gone completely dry.

After all this time, she still caused such a reaction from him.

Y/N hadn’t noticed him, instead taking in the flowers around her. They stretched toward her, sensing her power and wanting to say hello. She had a shy smile at their reaction.

She was wearing a dark dress with an oversize cardigan over it. And thick strapped sandals were on her feet. Though there was nothing threatening about her outfit, Damian still knew she could kill him within seconds if she so pleased.

“Hi,” he blurted out.

Her head snapped up. Clearly she hadn’t expected him to arrive so soon.

“Hi,” she muttered back shyly.

Damian waited for her to continue, giving her a chance to start.

But she just watched him for a moment.

Since Y/N was prepared for this reunion and it wasn’t forced onto her, she gave herself a chance to actually study Damian.

No longer was that gangling boy there. He was a man – and a handsome one.

Y/N wondered if he still struggled with pride. Or if he was still too hard on himself, torturing himself from the weight of those crippling expectations.

But then she wondered if Damian had someone new in his life who was able to make him smile and laugh. Someone who would remind him that he was more than just Batman’s accomplice, or Bruce Wayne’s son, or the heir to the Demon’s Head.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Damian asked quietly.

He wouldn’t allow himself to believe that Y/N might be here to help them.

Y/N wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself before crossing her arms – as if it was some sort of armor.

She took a few steps towards Damian.

“Your father doesn’t know who he is or anything of his past. Correct?”

Damian nodded.

He hadn’t told her of Bruce’s symptoms when he’d gone to Metropolis. Which meant that Y/N had studied the blood he’d left – and she’d studied it well.

“Jon convinced me to come here,” Y/N explained once she was standing in front of him.

His brow wrinkled. “Jon? You two still talk?”

She grinned and shook her head, almost exasperated. “We keep in touch, yeah. I think you broke his poor heart when he left. Somehow he knew you were gonna forget him.”

“It’s not his broken heart that’s haunted me all these years,” Damian muttered as his gaze stayed locked on the ground.

Y/N was expecting him to say something like that and it showed.

She cleared her throat, as if trying to reject his words.

“I created a treatment,” she quickly told him.

Damian watched, stunned, as she held out five vials of green liquid to him.

“How?”

Y/N shrugged. “I’ve spent all of my studies trying to figure out how to reverse my abilities. I’ve gotten rather good at making antidotes for even the most deadliest things.”

“But why?” That part Damian couldn’t wrap his mind around.

Y/N bit her lip before saying, “I don’t have an answer to your question. So let’s just leave it at that, ok?”

Damian nodded.

Now that she had handed over the vials, Y/N knew she no longer had a purpose for being there – and she definitely didn’t have a reason for lingering.

“What now?” Damian asked her.

Y/N let out a laugh, as if she was relieved and all the tension was gone now. “Well, I told the moms I’d stop by. So that’s my plan.”

“I’ll drive you,” Damian answered as if it were obvious.

“Oh, no!” Y/N exclaimed. “That’s not necessary. I can get a cab.”

“Y/N, you just gave me the cure to my father’s amnesia. I’m going to drive you home. There’s no use in trying to argue with me.”

It was nice to see that Damian’s stubbornness and strong-will hadn’t faded.

Y/N gave him a shy shrug and nodded.

Once they were in the car, Damian knew better than to try and have a normal conversation with her. Just because she went out of her way to get them a cure didn’t meant that all was forgiven. And he understood that. For all he knew, she was just doing this to return to Gotham peacefully.

So Damian just drove.

And Y/N didn’t feel the need to break the silence either.

But as they pulled up to the greenhouse in the park, Y/N leaned forward with panic in her eyes.

“Something’s not right,” she muttered before jumping out of the car.

“Y/N, wait!” Damian tried to warn, and growled when she ignored his command.

To Y/N’s both relief and horror, there was a letter waiting for her inside: Ivy and Harley were not there. But they explained that they were about to risk their lives to finally taking down Power Tech – the same mission that had put them both in jail. Obviously their failure 4 years ago had allowed the company to lay their new roots in Gotham.

But Y/N was a fool for thinking her mother would sit around and watch it happen. After being in jail, Ivy decided to play the long game. And that long game was finally requiring her to make a move.

Y/N realized that her mothers must have banked off of her drama with Damian’s family to be enough to distract her from their personal mission. Clearly they didn’t want her to have any part in it.

Overprotective, as always.

Damian waited outside, leaning against the car. He hoped Y/N would at least come out to explain the situation or tell him that everything was actually fine.

What he never expected was for Y/N to walk out in complete combat gear.

He instantly shot up from leaning on the car. “What’s happening?”

“It’s none of your concern,” Y/N answered and walked past him.

Damian quickly followed and his long legs got him in front of her easily, cutting off her path. He stared down at her in warning.

Y/N’s eyes glowed green and she held out her hands.

The ground beneath them trembled as she took control of it.

“Get out of my way,” she hissed.

Damian respected her power, always had. But he wasn’t scared of her, especially right now. “You have no idea what you are walking into. You don’t even know what the threat is.”

“It doesn’t matter. They’re in danger! And I’m not going to sit on my ass and watch from the safety of my home again.”

Y/N shoved past him, and continued on.

“You don’t know me, Damian. I’m not some naive little girl anymore.”

She could hear Damian moving to this car. A moment later, he caught up to her once again. But this time, he walked beside her instead of cutting off her path.

Y/N looked up at him in confusion, seeing that he had grabbed his sword and a few other weapons.

“If I’m not stopping you, then I’m going with you,” was all Damian said as he looked forward.

Y/N knew there was no point in arguing with him.

In the end, Damian Wayne always got what he wanted.

And the only time that hadn’t been the case was when he lost Y/N.

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I worked very hard on this and I know it wasn't as quick as the second part. If you're one of the annoying and inconsiderate people that wouldn't shut up about asking when this would be done, you better write the most passionate review of your life. 😑

As I stated earlier, I decided to add another part to this series.

Of Age – Toxicology

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