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sanguineterrain · 1 year ago

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Hi again 😊 You suggested i could send another prompt, sooo… maybe you & Jason have been together awhile, and you’re kidnapped by (choose your villain) and Jason is worried and frantic but trying to not show it of course, and negotiating for your safety? Ends up rescuing you of course, in whichever way you prefer, and then they find comfort in each-other 💗

I haven’t had time or energy to work on my WIP lately so this is very lovely and gratifying 😂👌🏻💗

aghh that's the worst! wishing you luck on your wip!! i'm glad you like these <3 requests are open for jason, dick, and MAWS!clark kent btw!

this one is very batfam focused hehehe. ft dramatic ass jason and his surprise kidnapped fiancé lol.

jason todd x gn!reader. tw: violence, kidnapped reader, reader is pushed off a building for a moment but they're okay dw <3, batfam feels, jason being a protective bf, bruce being a GOOD DAD! c:

****

"Actually, if we're being honest, if anyone has the most trauma in this family, it's—"

Batman grunts. "Really, Spoiler, not now."

The comm line crackles as Stephanie sniffs. "Fine. Stay in denial."

"Bats."

Every bat and bird in Gotham goes still.

"Hood?" Barbara asks carefully, already tracking his comm link.

"Oracle," he says, clipped. "I'm gonna get right to it: I need a favor. Can you help? Yes or no."

"Little Wing, where have you been?" Dick asks. "We've all—"

"Shut up, Nightwing," Jason growls. "Either you help me or not. Which is it?"

"We'll help you, Hood," Bruce says, voice washing over Jason like a balm.

Jason takes a deep breath. It's okay. He'll find you. Batman always beats the bad guys.

He fiddles with his jacket zipper. Moments tick by. Dick remains crouched on a rooftop. Damian is similarly poised.

"My..." Jason swallows. "My... fiancé's been taken."

The comm explodes with noise. Jason winces and digs the bud out of his ear for several seconds.

"Fiancé?!"

"You're getting married—"

"When was this—"

"Who are—"

"Enough," Jason growls, finally shoving the bud back into his ear. "I don't have fucking time for this. Yes, I am engaged, and they've been taken. No more questions."

"Tt. You are engaged? Impossible. Batman, clearly someone has hacked the line pretending to be Hood," Damian says, folding his arms.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Believe it or not, demon bird, I found someone crazy enough to marry me."

"Little Wing, I—I'm really proud of—"

"Shut up!" Jason pinches the bridge of his nose. This was a bad idea. You're in trouble, and Jason intends to tear Gotham apart to find you, but involving his family? Has he really stooped so low...

Deep breath. His focus is you. You're the only person that matters.

"Look, I'm telling you because Oracle's tracking me anyway, and B would snoop until he figured out who I'm really looking for, so it's easier to just tell you. But make no mistake: you aren't my family, and you won't see us again after tonight."

Bruce's throat tightens. His cape flutters in the wind.

"Very well," he says after a couple beats. "Last known location?"

"I'm sending you the address now. I've retraced my steps a hundred times though, and I can't—" Jason grits his teeth. He can't tear up or break things, not again. "Fuck. I can't fucking find them, B. I... I don't know if-if maybe I'm too late—"

"You're not," Dick says automatically. "We'll find them, Little Wing. We'll bring them home."

****

Your head is on fire.

It feels like there's a thousand needles pelting your skull. Whatever you were drugged with, it's hard stuff, and it hasn't worn away yet.

You look up; you're gagged and tied to some kind of support beam. As your vision clears, you see that you're in one of the new high rise-in-progress. Only the skeleton of the building has been completed because if Bruce Wayne isn't involved, construction takes forever to complete.

Faintly, you recall Jason mentioning something about a construction company leaving half finished projects across the country and using them as havens for criminal activities.

Yeah. This is not good.

"Where the fuck is he?" The voice echoes across the concrete floor foundation.

"Mike, we sent—"

"I don't give a fuck what you did; obviously, you screwed up! He's not coming!"

You close your eyes, trying not to throw up on your gag. Your head spins when you open your eyes again.

Who's not coming? Your rescuer? Or somebody worse than your kidnappers?

You try to take a deep breath, but your chest tightens instead.

"Fine," Mike barks in the adjacent room. "If that hooded psychopath doesn't show up, we'll just dump this one. That'll send a message. Prepare the explosives."

A door swings open, and you flinch. You cower, shrinking from the figure.

"You better hope he shows," the guy growls, and cocks his gun. "Your boyfriend is the only reason you're still alive. It'll be such fun to watch him fall to his death, don't you think?"

You try not to show your swelling panic. How does he know about you and Jason? And you have to warn him. Explosives. Jason's walking straight into a trap, without backup, because you know he'll be alone. He always works alone.

Mike sneers and waves the gun around.

"Oh, yeah. I know your secrets. In bed with Gotham's biggest crime lord. You must be his favorite. I can see why."

"Mike!" someone shouts. "We got company!"

Mike's eyes blaze cruelly. "Showtime. You're coming with me."

You thrash as hard as you can because if there's one thing Jason taught you, it's to always fight back.

Mike backhands you hard enough to send you sprawling. Your hands are bound, so you can't catch yourself, and you hit your head on the concrete. Blood pools in your gums.

"Try that shit again, bitch," he snarls, and hefts you up.

He drags you up a flight of stairs. Your head throbs, and now your jaw aches. You're too dizzy to try to fight back again.

You end up on the roof, which is a miasma of beams and wooden lattices. Wind cuts through your face, and you close your eyes so they don't water.

"Hood!" Mike crows. "Wonderful of you to join us!"

"Wish I could say the same," Jason says, and your heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

You start to shout through your gag because you have to warn him. It's a trap, he'll kill you both—

Mike wraps his arm around your throat and squeezes. Air stops, and you choke on your cries.

"I'll kill you," Jason snarls, and you know he wants to say more, but he's trying to protect you. "Let them go and maybe I won't break every bone in your body."

"Oh, don't worry. You two will be reunited soon. What is it they say? Love blinds you?"

"Michael Cassidy," a new voice says, deep and deadly. "Let go of the hostage. We can talk this out."

You crack open your eyes. Is that... Batman? And Robin? And... Nightwing? What—

The arm around your throat tightens and you gasp for air as you start to choke for real. Oh God. Batman's going to die because of you.

"You involved Batman?" Mike snarls, now truly irate. You feel yourself being dragged backward, toward the edge. Your stomach rolls in warning.

"Take it easy," Batman says, palms up. "We can work this out."

"You can't play fair?" Mike shouts. "Then neither will I!"

The wood beneath your feet is gone. You're falling.

"No!"

But no sooner than you fall are you caught. Warm arms encircle your waist, and you're jerked to a stop before you can fall more than a few feet.

"I got you, baby, I got you."

Jason is connected to a grapple. At the roof edge is Batman, Nightwing, and Spoiler, all holding the grapple.

You shake your head, screaming against your gag. Bomb. Bomb!

"'S alright, 's alright, sweetheart, I won't drop you."

You scream urgently through your gag, butting your head against his helmet. Jason pulls your gag half free and you choke out the warning.

"B-bomb!"

His grip tightens. "Shit. B, get out of here! Place is rigged to blow!"

The first explosion goes off. Jason meets your gaze. He's terrified, you can tell, but he tries to mask it.

"Let go," he says.

"Wh—"

"He'll catch you," Jason promises. "I trust him."

And then he lets go.

Several more explosions go off. The building begins to crumble. Dust and heat sweep across your face and lodge in your already sore throat. You scream, in the air for a few more seconds.

Then you crash into gray body armor. A cowl, a cape.

"It's alright," Batman gruffly says. "Hold on tight."

Batman swings you both to safety on an adjacent rooftop. You watch him dive back into the flames. It isn't long before Jason swings out of the smoke, then the others. He pulls off his helmet and tosses it to the side, arms open.

You run and bury your face in Jason's neck, clinging to him. He hugs your tightly and rubs your back, saying over and over, I got you.

You sigh and slacken out of exhaustion.

"I've got you, baby," he says, though his voice is wet this time. "You're safe."

Jason checks over your wounds. You see the rage cross his face several times at every bruise and cut on you. He doesn't let go of you even after he's done. He's shaking too, perhaps more than you, as he cuts your binds and completely removes your gag.

The Bats land gracefully behind you. Jason stiffens as they do.

You kiss his jaw. His gaze returns to you.

"You saved me," you say.

"I always will," he says. "Always."

"Are either of you injured?"

Batman suddenly swishes to your side. You blink, startled.

"Nothing serious," you say. Jason grunts unhappily at that. You manage a smile. "Thank you. All of you. Thank you so much."

Jason nods stiffly. "Thanks, Bats."

Nightwing smiles, face soft with affection. "'Course, Hood. And, uh, Hood's fiancé. We're there any time you need us."

"That's right, chum," Batman says. The obvious care in his voice makes you ache.

Jason had called his family. His family with whom he has a plethora of problems. He'd called them for you.

"Jay," you say, voice thick with emotion. He seems to understand instantly.

"I'll always bring you home," he vows, cupping your face. "Whatever it takes."

He pulls you to him like he can't bear to be away from you any longer.

You squeeze his wrists. "I know. It's okay, Jay. I'm okay."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see that the Bats still have not dispersed. Spoiler looks like she's about to melt into a puddle. Nightwing is the same. Even Batman looks a little sentimental.

Robin is the only one scowling, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hood, are you not going to introduce your fiance-we-just-learned-existed-tonight?" Robin asks, arms folded.

Jason huffs. "Not with those manners, demon brat."

You roll your eyes and extend your hand to Batman. You say your name, smiling.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," you say.

Batman laughs, and it sounds a little fond. It's also kind of weird to hear Batman laugh. "No sir necessary. It's equally an honor to meet the person my son is marrying."

Jason makes a choked little noise. You beam.

"Well," Batman murmurs. "We'll let you two get home. We'll track down the rest of Michael's thugs—"

"Come to the wedding," Jason blurts.

Batman stills. "Me?" he asks carefully.

"Everybody," Jason says, tugging you into his side. "Uncle Clark, Aunt Diana, Selina, your ten thousand kids, everyone."

He turns to you. "I-I mean, as long as that's okay with you, baby."

"Oh, Jay. It's your family. Of course I want them to come." You lean in to whisper in his ear. "I'm proud of you."

"Little Wing, c'mere!"

Nightwing tackles Jason in a hug, then drags Robin, who protests loudly, in by his cape. Spoiler snaps a picture from the sideline.

"Now that's adorable," she says.

Batman looks at you. He removes his cowl, and you gasp quietly. He smiles, and it makes him look decades younger. You guess he hasn't smiled much since he lost Jason.

"Thank you," he says.

You tilt your head. "For what?"

"For bringing him back to us."

You duck your head. "Oh, Mr. Wayne, that wasn't me—"

"Bruce," he corrects gently. "And it was. You played a bigger part than you know. You saved him. Thank you."

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toulousewayne · 7 months ago

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Wake Up : A Bat Family One-Shot

———

Beep….Beep….Beep.

That’s the only sound in the room. That and the sounds of the tubes contracting. The room is full of your brothers and father. Alfred had stepped out to speak with the doctors.

Bruce sat in a chair to your right with Damian on the opposite side of your hospital bed. Tim sat like a cat perched in the window seal. Gotham City in her rainy and gloomy glory was just beyond the glass. Though it seem a lot more dim then normal. Jason had snapped and left an hour ago. Dick was in the corner pf the dim room not meeting anyone’s gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Bruce managed to choke the words out. They were the first words he said to you since you fight hours ago.

You were Bruce’s Daughter, and you too didn’t always see eye to eye. But he loved you in his own way only Bruce could understand. He gently pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

Beep…Beep…Beep.

That was the only reply he gotten. He replayed early tonight over and over like it had his parents deaths for many years.

——

“Are you fucking serious!” You hissed at him. You glared daggers at your father.

“Y/n”

“No, you told me the reason you and canceled on me was because of some life saving event,” That was true, Bruce had canceled on her for the millionth time this week alone.

“I didn’t lie to you,” he spoke monotonously. “Clark asked me to accompany Jon and Damian on a mission.” He took a sip from his wine.

“Oh, I forgot your Boy’s clubhouse.” She spat.

—-

Bruce gently brushed your black and red knuckles. He let out a deep wounded sigh. Dick glanced over and narrowed his gaze. “This is all your fault.”

Bruce didn’t meet his gaze. “I didn’t make time for her I know that, I don’t your in put here Dick.” He said his name so cold it was almost as if that was he was calling him rather than calling his name.

Tim scoffed,”You both are to blame.” Dick shot his gaze to the college student nearly giving himself second degree whiplash.

“And what do you mean by that,Timmy?” The older man gaze never leaving the younger one.

“We all know Bruce blows everyone off unless it’s about the mission. You just do it because you don’t care about anyone but your Team or your girlfriend.”

Dick stares down at his brother and crosses the room some he’s with earshot of him.

“Tim that’s bullshit and you know it,” he tries to keep his anger in but it’s simmering and he could pop at any giving moment, “I do my best to be there,and yes I can be everywhere at once but I do try. At least I try to be.”

The room felt silent again with everyone’s on the comatose girl. The fight between them feeling as though it dismissed itself within seconds. Dick shoves his hands in his pockets and turns on his heels.

“I’m gonna go to the cafeteria, I’ll be back.” No one stops him. The door shuts softly and the only sound is the machines and the rain on the window.

A knock on the door brings everyone back to earth. It’s Alfred. “The Commissioner is here, he needs a moment with you Master Bruce.”

Bruce excuses himself and leaves the room.

——

Jason takes a long puff and the smokes leaves his lips. He looks toward the city through a rainy night. The red light the hospital cases a highlight on his face.

He blew up on Bruce twice tonight, not that he didn’t feel that it wasn’t necessary he did. But it didn’t change the pit in his stomach, nor the smells of gasoline, burning rubber, and metal.

He remembers everything.

——

“You avoiding me too?” He turns to the doorway of the library. You walk into the light of the fireplace.

“No but I don’t have any interest in spending the night in my old room.” He fired back turning the page of his book and placing a bookmark in it before standing up.

She shakes her head at her big brother. “Forgot, if I’m not apart of the missions you guys forget about us on the surface.”

He clicks his tongue and huffs,”Not like that.”

She shakes her head and grabes his plate and mug. “Sure it’s not, we used to hang out but now that I do go out anymore it’s like I’m a ghost to him. You too.”

Jason doesn’t meet her gaze right away. “I’m not talking to Daddy Bats right now. I only came because Golden Boy wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone. I just got back from Columbia this afternoon. I’m just tired is all. I’m free in a day or two.” He rubbed his face and turned back to her.

“Forget it Jason, rain check.” She mumbled and walked out the room.

——

Jason puts out the smoke and stomps on it before pushing his shoulders away from the hospital and heads back inside.

——-

Dick sat at table in the corner in the cafeteria. He took a sip of his coffee which tasted like old dirt water. Then again it was 1 am.

He throws his head back rubbing his temples trying to massage away his stress to no avail.

He gets to his feet and leaves and heads down the hallway. The rush of the hospital in full swing. Doctors getting paged, the sounds of nurses making rounds, phone lines ringing,etc.

He took a sit in the main lobby. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking about the last time he spoke to his sister. It was growing on three weeks.

——

“So??”

Dick woke up from dosing off. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.”Sorry it’s been a long 24 hours.” He sighed and scratched Haley’s head.

“I can tell, you’re not sounding like yourself.” He picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen opening the fridge. It’s only contents being a Chinese takeout container, a pizza box that he got earlier, two cans of diet soda, half a case of beer and three water bottles.

He takes a water and downs it. “Tell me about it and with this mission around the corner I need to get some rest but I doubt it.”

“What mission?”

Dick stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t told anyone but Barbara and Bruce that he was leaving for San Francisco in the morning to meet with the Titans.

“I heading back to the Titans, we have to head to investigate a lead.” He almost whispered the last part.

The line was silent for a moment. “And how long will you be gone Dick?” He couldn’t make out her tone but he could tell she wanted a different answer that what he was going to tell her.

“A month maybe less maybe more I don’t know until I get back.”

“So you’re not coming to graduation then.” She said a little more with intensity.

He sighs,”Look I’m sorry I know I haven’t been around—

“That’s an understatement.” She cuts him off.

He rubs his face,”I’m come to the next event I promise.”

She scoffed,”And what’s that Dickie Bird? You missed Ballet recitals, High School graduation and now college. You missed everything? You and Bruce are not that far apart.”

“That’s not fair, it’s important what I’m doing.”

“You don’t miss Damian art exhibition? It’s or Donna’s new studio opening. You were there for Bruce for a charity dinner two months ago yet you couldn’t bother to call me or even come ten feet to me at the same dinner to tell me you weren’t even staying till the next morning to go out like you had planned for months! You don’t miss anything for anyone else because they’ll be disappointed,but it’s fine to flake on your sister and I’m so supposed to be okay with that!”

“I’m so sorry it’s really not like that, look I’ll make it up—“

“Don’t bother Grayson, for once in all these years I thought for once you were gonna show up for me. I was wrong.” He could hear the hurt in her voice. Before he could say anything else she hung up.

That was Three Weeks ago and they hadn’t spoken.

——-

Tim hadn’t moved from his spot in the window. He turned back towards the room. Damian was sleep in his chair. He turned his attention to his older sister.

He thinks about the last few hours tonight. How things got so ugly so fast.

—

“Y/n, you’re being ridiculous. It’s a mission in East Asia not strike.” Bruce replied.

She glared at her father. The room was silent. “Do you take me for one of blind followers.”

“Excuse me?”

She leaned down so she was eye level. “I’m not one of your soldiers, and that’s part of the problem isn’t it Father?”

He returns her gaze. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, I may not always be there for you but I’m trying.”

She laughes at him, “When was the last time you were there for me that wasn’t lurking in the shadows, or stopping one of the criminals you created from nearly killing me and thousands of other people.” He gaze never leaving her and his jaw when slack too.

“You sit there and smile for the news and the rest of the world like we’re one Big Happy Family but we have never been.”

Tim pushes his food with his fork. And sighs. She turns to him, “Anything you want to say Tim, we may as well get everything off our chest.”

He huffs,”No but this isn’t going to change anything. “

She grins,”I agree with Tim.” Jason and Dick stare a look and Damian as long stopped eating and is watching the spectacle.

“You do?” Bruce raises a brow at her. She nods again. “Tim’s right, you’re never going to change until you take your last dying breath. Because God Forbid your kids dying own your watch doesn’t register to you that you need to be present more.”

The air in the room was still.

Bruce doesn’t look at her. Jason doesn’t look away but his plate. Damian squirms in his seat and Dick clears his throat.

“I tried to be there.” Bruce finally speaks.

“But you weren’t, and no one is blaming you for that.” Alfred cuts in hopefully to stop the mess from going any farther.

She huffs,”No but I least that would change your perspective of only throwing yourself into harms way every damn night. All of you, it’s like you all don’t even stop to think about yourselves.”

“Sister we are all trained, even yourself.”

“That’s not the point. I’m not saying you’re not capable,” she tone softens,” I’m saying that most of the time you remember that and that’s all that matters. You don’t think what happens if you miss step, you underestimate the villains next move, or what the consequences are for you charging into a mission without a second thought.”

Bruce leans forward,”I know what the stakes are. You don’t think I don’t know what happens if I don’t stop and think about that. You don’t know anything about what I do at night, the were a child and didn’t want this life for yourself.” He stood up and looked at her in the eyes.

“I never wanted you to be apart of that life, I know you couldn’t handle it.”

The boys turn to look at their sister and Bruce.

“So you thought that little of me?” Tears formed in her eyes but anger was the clearest emotion across her face.

“I thought you didn’t need to do what we do, you’re better at what you do now.” Though Bruce thought he was being sincere his tone was more condescending and cold.

“Bruce!” Dick shouts.

“Screw you, you just wanted be to be apart of your image.”

It dawned on him how he hadn’t been able to properly communicate to her.

“Y/n that—

She took off from the table, she grabbed her purse and keys.

“Don’t worry Father, I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.” She slammed the door and charged to her car. Not once slowing down even with Tim calling her phone multiple times and Damian yelling from the doorway.

She sped off through the gates and onto the road.

——

Y/n takes a sharp turn onto the main road and wipes her face with her sleeve. She sob to herself feeling so many things at once.

The sky opened and rain harmed down onto the road. “Great.” She turned on her wipers and lights and continued driving back towards the city to go to her apartment.

She ignored her phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing from calls from her brothers.

She felt like not just Bruce but they also thought so little of her. Maybe that’s why they didn’t want to spend time with her.

She graduated from Gotham University last night with a Bachelor Degree and yet it felt like she was alone. Alfred and the girls came. Bruce had missed the entire ceremony along with Damian. Tim was just landing from attending a business meeting in New York,Jason and Dick already had prior encounters.

She felt like she didn’t really feel like she belong with them. She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her phone inside of purse. She answered.

“Tim please you guys have got to stop—

A loud hoar range out and within seconds she looked to see a large truck. She attempted to move out of his way but it all happened to fast. She took a sharp right turn but the truck smashed head on the passenger side door causing everything to feel like a free fall. Her phone, contents of her purse falling all around her. She herself was jerked all over.

The car was immediately crushed by impacted and began to roll and tumble down the hill until it crashed into several trees.

Tim heard the crash and ran downstairs to where is his brother and Father were sitting in the study. By the tears on his face Bruce stood up and was in front of him.

“What’s wrong?”

“She was hit…the truck…I-i can’t hear her.”

—-

Bruce was racing down the road. Tim was still on the phone but all he could hear was beeping from the car and something tapping.

He stopped with red and blue light came into his view.

The two got out the car but two officers tried to block their paths.

“That’s my daughter let me through.” He order but the officers tried to keep him through but he managed to push the two men and run towards the site. Detective Montoya was at the scene.

“Please, how is she?” Bruce asked. Her expression was anything but hopeful.

“I don’t know Mr. Wayne I just got here, the Fire Department got her first and are working to get her free. As if on time two paramedics rushed down the side with an Orange board with straps. Moments later the returned with three firefighters carrying Y/n. Cuts, bruised and marks littered her body. Her eyes were black and blue and a tube was down her throat with a brack around her neck.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Bruce asked uneasily.

“We’re taking her to Gotham General, she stable but we have to go.” The younger paramedic told him. He turned to Tim who hopped in the ambulance with his sister and Bruce backed away slowly as the ambulance rushed down the street with sirens and light flashing.

He made it inside his car followed them.

—-

The first few hours were a blurry, she was rushed into surgery. Tim sat in the emergency room waiting area until Alfred arrived with the rest of the boys and they were taken upstairs to her room where Bruce was already waiting.

45 minutes later a nurse came in to tell them she was out of surgery. Shortly, afterwards the surgery told them the damages she suffered and she would be in a medical coma for a few days to help with the pain and swelling

And that brings us to the present.

Bruce re-entered the room and took his seat back.

“She’s gonna be okay,right B?”

He nodded. “We hope so. She’s a fighter like us.” He took her cold hand and offered a gentle squeeze. Dick,Jason and Alfred returned as well.

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder,”She is, and now we have to wait for her to fight her way back to us.”

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gffa · 2 years ago

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Guess who fell right smack back into BATFAMILY feelings hell? Who has two thumbs and really thought they were truly out of the DC game, that it had been like ten years since they’d read a single comic, that they were finally safe from crying about stupid bats and birds? Yeah, that’s right, this nerd. And now I’m waking up and choosing violence on the rest of you by throwing every I’m Having Dick Grayson Feelings Fic at you that I can find, because this fandom is fantastic for it. This list will skew towards my fave, but I hope there will be some good Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, and Steph fic for anyone who wanders by for them! You just have to scroll for a second first. I probably tend towards a slighty softer view than canon always provides (I will grab hold of Nightwing #100 with both hands and a death grip, though, and you can’t take Dick & Bruce hugs away from me now) but that’s what fic is for! All the emotional resolution the source material cannot give us itself and I am GOING to inhale all of it like it’s oxygen and I’m on a run. And then shove it at everyone I can while crying on them, too. BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I’M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ Stay a Child by ijustwanttodestroy, dick & bruce & alfred, 2.2k “Redo it,” Bruce orders. “Aw, come on!” Dick dares to pout — a thing that he uses often, and would work on anyone but Bruce and Alfred. Sometimes. Bruce gives him a look. “I’m not going to do it for you.” “I’m going to misdo it until you do,” Dick threatens. ✦ Sweater Weather by MashpotatoeQueen, dick & bruce, 2.2k Dick Grayson is eight, Bruce Wayne is trying, and there’s a walk home in the rain. ✦ Hay Is for Horses by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & clark & cast, 2.7k The sleepover had been Dick’s idea. In which Clark is a good but very overwhelmed uncle who is Trying His Best. ✦ Eye of the Storm by Janie__loops, dick & bruce & cast, de-aged!dick, 2.5k Dick Grayson becomes once again a traumatized volatile murderous eight year old, and the only thing more surprising is how adept Bruce is at handling him. ✦ A Blur of Spinning Wheels by chinuplilpup, dick & bruce & alfred, 10.1k Dick is on the chandelier. An eight year old. A genius gymnast, to be sure, but a child, small for his age and under Bruce’s legal care. On the chandelier. Twenty five feet above the ground, surrounded by glass and kept up by a single fifty-year-old chain bolted to the ceiling. Bruce is going to have to check his blood pressure after Dick is safe on the ground. ✦ The Flame and the Night: A Bedtime Story by WingFeathers, dick & clark, 1.8k Dick’s thrilled to stay with the Kents, but they go to bed far too early for him to sleep. It turns out to be a job for Superman, who shows Dick the Kansas night sky and tells him a story from Krypton––a story about two gods, called Nightwing and Flamebird. ✦ (T)his Child by shanahane, dick & bruce & alfred, 2.1k ”I’m here for the elephant,” Bruce says bluntly. ”Elephant?” Haly says. ”We haven’t had elephants in over two decades, what…?” ”The toy. That Dick left on his bed.” OR What wouldn’t Bruce do for… this child? ✦ 5 Times Dick Grayson was in the Newspaper Because of Bruce Wayne by Engineerd, dick & bruce & alfred & clark & cast, 4.7k Batman and Robin are Gotham’s urban legends, and Bruce wants to keep it that way. “I know that,” Clark said. “But when Robin eventually goes officially public, I want to be the one that does the interview.” ✦ we don’t allow monsters in these walls. by thychesters, dick & bruce, 1.8k New dad Bruce is still trying to figure things out with Dick. He’s not his dad, not his brother, he’s just … he’s B, the guy Dick runs around with at night fighting crime. He’s worried, and he’s scared, and he’s too protective. Tonight the protective side just won out. ✦ shades of monochrome by renecdote, dick & bruce & clark, 6.1k He can’t even think, let alone think how to act. His brain is like a broken record, stuck on a loop of blood and ringing gunshots and Bruce is going to die. “It’s going to be okay,“ Alfred says. But it isn’t. How can it be? Dick takes a deep breath and screams for Clark as loud as he can. (The one where Bruce gets shot and Dick cries a lot.) BATFAM FIC RECS - ADULT BATSON AND BATDAD ARE MY KRYPTONITE, I FOLD LIKE WET CARDBOARD FOR THEM: ✦ Ghosts by fanfictiongreenirises, dick & bruce & batfam, 2.5k “Nights like this, when everything was balanced on the edge of a knife, when Bruce could feel Gotham clawing at them with her claws, he could feel their gazes scraping his back.” Bruce waits for backup with an unconscious Nightwing tucked in his cape. ✦ When I Touch the Water by audreycritter, dick & bruce, 2.7k Bruce is trying to deal with an old injury alone, and alone is exactly the opposite of how Dick Grayson is willing to let him handle it. But Bruce can’t really complain because it’s nice to see his son again and not fight for once. ✦ Making Time by CaptainOzone, dick & bruce & cast, 6.5k Bruce does not remember anything leading up to this moment. He does not remember teaming up with Superman recently, nor does he remember being anywhere but Gotham proper. He does remember having Robin at his side. Robin, it turns out, is not there any longer. God does he hate magic. ✦ to love is not to leave by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1k Dick called Alfred for a medical consult last night, so when he hears someone at his door, he’s not exactly surprised. What does surprise him is that the man who came to check in on him isn’t Alfred: it’s Bruce. ✦ Olive by Ptelea, dick & bruce, 1.5k In which Dick and Bruce catch up in the kitchen sometime after episode 11, “Not It,” Dick peppers his speech with condiment-related puns, and Bruce is sort of amazed by his life sometimes. ✦ too lost and hurting to carry my load by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1.8k Dick is sick and feverish, and those two things are forcing him to face some previously-stifled fears and insecurities. He really just needs someone to take care of him. ✦ No Other Songbird Like You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & bruce & damian, 8.5k The difference between grappling off a building and free-falling off a building is actually a very small difference. Really, it’s just the difference between firing your gun before you jump, like Bruce always insisted on according to safety protocols, and firing after you jump, when it’s more fun. The fun way, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, is totally fine and has absolutely no consequences. ✦ mid-May’s eldest child by one_step_closer_to_death, dick & bruce, 1.2k Dick’s sick and Bruce takes care of him. BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ Handle with Care by takadainmate, dick & bruce & damian, 3.4k Dick is sick. Alfred isn’t around. Bruce and Damian do their best. Damian had known something was wrong. ✦ Off The Record by amathela, dick/donna, NSFW, 1.2k Dick and Donna work off the aftereffects of a mission. ✦ Rejoice in Youth by FlashThroughLight, dick & bruce & tim & damian & jason & alfred, 6.1k Dick has been regressed to the age of four, now Bruce and the rest of the family has to look after him until he returns to his rightful age. If Bruce thought teenage Dick Grayson was unruly, nothing could prepare for the storm that is Dickie Grayson. AKA Dick cons his family into giving him hugs. ✦ The Real in Funereal by lowflyingfruit, dick & damian & alfred & tim & jason & barbara & selina & cass & cast, 9.3k wip Batman is dead. So is Bruce Wayne. And the Bat-family is struggling to cope, both publicly and privately. But crime in Gotham waits for no Bat, and like it or not, new grievances and old, the family must pick themselves up. Gotham needs its defenders, before their grief tears them apart. (Battle for the Cowl AU) ✦ Visions of Sugarplums by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & damian, 3.7k See, it happens like this. Everything’s normal for them all—or, well. As normal as a family full of vigilantes can get. But things are running smoothly. He keeps his head up and his ears open, though, because he may be able to move forward, but he isn’t stupid enough to think that he’s not going to hit a bump in the road. He always hits a bump in the road. He just hadn’t expected this. ✦ Safety First by SuperWhoLockianFangirl, bruce & dick/babs & dick/roy & dick/wally, 2.6k Bruce Wayne can handle lunatics like the Joker without even flinching, but the hurtles of raising a teenage boy prove more daunting. When it comes time to give Dick the “Talk”, he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. And unfortunately for him, he finds himself repeating the experience multiple times over the years. BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY’RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ Catch by Ptelea, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce & cass & steph, 13.7k Five times Dick caught one of the younger Bats, and one time he wasn’t the one to do so ✦ Stubborn by audreycritter, dick & jason & tim & damian & cast, 20.3k Dick is usually the one taking care of everyone else and he’s bad at asking for help. So bad, in fact, that he never even actually asks– but Jason shows up anyway. And then Dick returns the favor. And then they both do for Tim. And it’s just going to keep going from there. It’s probably Alfred’s fault. When your butler mom calls and says, "Go check on your brother,” you don’t argue. You just do it. ✦ Without Question by lowflyingfruit, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce, 6.2k There is something very wrong with Dick at the moment. He’s doing everything Bruce says without a hint of protest. Tim’s going to get to the bottom of this. ✦ Ranking Robins by Beauty_In_Her_Darkness, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce, 5k Buzzfeed has been cranking out quiz after quiz about Gotham’s Bat-themed superheroes. When Jason shows them to his family, him and his brothers decide that not only should their adoring fans get to rank the Robins: Bruce should too. ✦ Carry by Ptelea, dick & jason, 4.9k Whoever said, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” didn’t have to haul you around. ✦ a pointless resistance by emavee, bruce & dick & jason & alfred, time loop, 26.7k It starts with a news report running in the background of a greasy little diner, but it ends with Dick dead. Except, it doesn’t stop there. It keeps on ending, over and over. Bruce’s son keeps dying, and nothing he does seems to make any sort of difference. ✦ while you see it your way by irnan, bruce & dick/babs & tim & cass & damian & alfred, 4.5k Wherein Damian acts his age for once, and - to the astonishment of absolutely no one - it’s all Bruce’s fault. ✦ Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile by loosingletters, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian & duke & cast, 21.2k wip Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth. Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. ✦ Bomb Sing Se by Cephalogod, dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian, 2.2k The thing was…it wasn’t actually the worst idea. (The bombs in the gauntlets part; Jason had vocally disapproved of every aesthetic decision Dick had ever made since they were teenagers, Dick wasn’t going to start listening to him about that now.) ✦ Above Any Price by centreoftheselights, dick & jason & tim & damian, 1.6k Dick gets the news that Jason has been taken hostage. This time, he’s going to save his brother. ✦ Upside Down by withthekeyisking, dick & jason, de-aged!dick, 2.1k Something that was not on Jason agenda for the night, but somehow now is: take care of the de-aged version of his big brother, who is—in his tiny mind—apparently running away from juvie. Because, sure. Why the fuck not. ✦ straight up, what did you hope to learn about here by irnan, bruce & dick & damian & barbara & jason (background dick/babs), 3.8k (or: Three Conversations Dick Grayson Has About Jason Todd, That One Time A Couple Years Ago When Jay Was Dead, And How Talia Al Ghul Is Why Dick Can’t Have Nice Things.) ✦ Now Comes Good Sailing by geminus_17, dick & jason, 2.3k Dick and Jason escape to Walden Pond and have a healing talk about the meaning of life and death, and insult Henry David Thoreau. ✦ on the other side by MermaidMarie, dick & jason & tim, 3.6k In which Tim and Jason are staying up all night in the hallway, after Dick gets his memories back. ✦ Control Alt Delete by audreycritter, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & stephanie & riddler, 1.9k Sometimes the only way to solve an impossible riddle is to give up. ✦ Extension by smilebackwards, tim/kon & dick & jason & bruce, 5.9k Tim’s going to need to learn to be less conspicuous about this hopeless crush he’s developed; he lives with an entire family of detectives. Or: Tim has a crush on Conner and everyone has something to say about it. BATFAM FIC RECS - JASON TODD IS AN ASSHOLE CAT, I’M GONNA THROW HIM AT DICK BECAUSE IT’S FUNNY (AND MAYBE SOME OF HIS OTHER SIBLINGS TOO): ✦ The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea, dick & jason & batfam, time loop, 43.9k There’s a time loop that only Jason remembers. It acts as a catalyst for changes within the family. Some arguments, some misunderstandings, some bonding, some healing, and quite a lot of conversations that mostly take place over food. Dick POV, focused on Dick and Jason but with the other Bats around and very present. ✦ Fair is Fowl by Lysical, dick & jason & batfam, 4.3k Dick Grayson is visiting the Manor. Jason Todd has the chickenpox. They might not be brothers, but maybe they can get along for one evening. ✦ Ensemble Performance by lowflyingfruit, jason & damian & batfam, 4.8k Damian has a deep, dark secret he needs kept from Grayson, his father, and most of all Drake, at all costs: he has, quite unwillingly, been volunteered for a part in his school’s annual musical. As a grouchy dinosaur. This is now Jason’s problem. Or his blackmail opportunity. Whichever. ✦ Home Intrusion by daedalusdavinci, dick & jason & cast, 7.2k There are moments when the… everything of Dick’s life catches up with him, and exhaustion sinks deep into his skin. However, when he goes dark on everyone else, Jason doesn’t quite get the memo. Rules never seem to apply to little brothers. After two weeks of little more than clipped texts, Jason shoves his way into Dick’s life and gets him up and moving again. BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK AND DAMIAN WERE THE BEST BATMAN & ROBIN, I’M NOT HEARING ARGUMENTS ABOUT THAT EITHER: ✦ 3:16 by partingxshot, dick & damian & alfred & stephanie & cast, 70.7k The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.) ✦ The R Stands for – by Cirth, dick & damian & bruce & talia, 5.8k Damian pretends to focus on lacing up his boots as his father tugs Drake to his side, plants a gruff, casual kiss in his hair. Drake’s lips curl into a pleased smile, and Damian yanks the strings so hard his palms burn. ✦ The Rule Stands by Engineerd, dick & damian & bruce & tim & alfred, time travel, 11k Damian meets a 10-year-old Dick Grayson, and they become best friends. ✦ this tiny little space by Alienu, dick & damian, 2.1k The landing on his fire escape is nearly silent. Nearly. ✦ waiting for the tides to meet by partingxshot, dick & damian, 2k Grayson behaves like this sometimes: like Damian needs to be protected. It twists his stomach in sharp and unfamiliar ways. “You leave, then!“ Damian spits. "I’ll—I’ll track Clayface on my own.” Another shudder takes him. The pain floods him all over again. It doesn’t matter: he won’t cry out. The rain pelts the dumpster behind him. It pools in cracks in the concrete. ✦ the city without stars in its skies by Alienu, dick & damian & batfam, 18.5k (Or, in a world where he was never sent to live with his father, Damian al Ghul is contracted to assassinate one Dick Grayson.) ✦ Catch Me (All Records Indicate) by Engineerd, dick & damian & batfam, 9.5k Damian had studied each of his father’s prior proteges briefly before he’d left the League of Assassins. Somehow, Grayson in person is nothing like Grayson on paper. OR “Are you sure you can catch me?” Grayson asked. Damian could hear his heart beating. He wasn’t sure. “Yes,” he answered anyways. ✦ Even in the Midst of Grief by Ellegrine, dick & damian, 4.3k Richard Grayson has never hurt Damian. It’s unforgivable that anyone should believe otherwise. BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, MAKE ME CRY ABOUT BATS AND BIRDS, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Second Generation by lowflyingfruit, dick & bruce & tim & barbara & jason & alfred & cass & cast, aftermath of rape + depression, 108.9k Nine months after the ‘Blockbuster Incident’, a call from Lockhaven Penitentiary regarding Catalina Flores brings all Dick Grayson’s plans for his future in Bludhaven crashing down. Thrust suddenly into parenthood and hiding what happened to make him a parent in the first place, Dick must decide, adjust, and accept - and no matter what, the family has to pull together to help him. ✦ Savior Complex by Arwriter, dick & bruce & barbara & tim & jason & damian & alfred & cast, 11.6k “All I did was disappoint you.” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t catch his breath. “I just wanted to do good. I just wanted to be better and all I did was make everyone angry.” Or: When Bruce comes back from the dead, Dick goes nonverbal. Nobody seems to have the time to notice. ✦ Essential Actions by CKBookish, dick & clark & bruce & wally & cast, 8.8k Clark shifted his weight making the floorboards creak and groan under his feet. “Dick I hate to see you–” He paused searching for the right word. Dick snorted. “Wallow?” Clark sighed. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “I know. I can go to the barn and hang out there if I’m bothering you and Lois.” Dick pushed himself up. Of course he should have thought of that. Lois didn’t want some random teen laying around her home on Christmas Eve. Dick’s first Christmas without Bruce after he’s fired. ✦ The Night It All Came Crashing Down by chibi_nightowl, dick & jason, rape aftermath/read the tags, 4k After a difficult night on patrol, memories Dick would much rather forget come to the surface. Thankfully, Jason’s there to catch him before he falls. ✦ The Winter of Our Discontent by BloodFromTheThorn, dick & bruce & jason & tim & alfred, 10.2k Why did criminals always think that the best time to make a disturbance was in the middle of winter? Between the snow, Clayface and Scarecrow, Dick’s having a really bad day. It really doesn’t help that Batman’s late. ✦ The Universe Doesn’t Get to Take This by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & bruce & damian, 1.9k “And they’re so important that you don’t come home to check on your recently un-amnesiac brother? And here, I thought I was your favorite.” BATFAM FIC RECS - THROW BABY DICK AT BATTISON, C'MON DO IT, IT’LL BE HILARIOUS: ✦ In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch, dick & bruce & alfred, 33.4k Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham. ✦ I’m a Good Pretender by shipNslash, dick & bruce & alfred, 40.4k Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete. Bruce’s new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good. ✦ take these broken wings and learn to fly by fishingclocks, dick & bruce & alfred & cast, 45.5k wip or, How Dick Grayson Burrowed His Way Inextricably into the Heart of Bruce Wayne ✦ i turned around, there was nothing there by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.1k the batman got me thinking about battinson with a robin. this is that. ✦ Robin’s Light by iammadeofmemories, dick & bruce, ~1k ‘Lies still’. Murder weapon still missing, Why riddles? Why leave a code? And why— “B! Whatcha working on?” or, in which I throw nine-year-old Dick Grayson at Battinson.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #fic recs #batman fic recs #batfam fic recs #long post #really long post

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 9 months ago

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“How did it go with the kid?” Bruce asked, while he was doing some research on the computer.

Clark came up to him, “He got himself taken to the top of Bristol saying his house was there.”

“Mhm…he lied, obviously.”

“Of course,” Clark groaned. “I've been keeping an eye on him because, you know, I wouldn't dream of letting just a kid go home in Gotham of all places. No offense."

“No offense taken,” the man said. “Have you seen where he lives?”

“You won't believe it, but he's your neighbor.”

Bruce muttered something under his breath, and Clark sighed, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

“I wanted to confirm my suspicions.”

“Sure…and what will you do now?”

Bruce turned to him, their faces very close, "What do you mean?"

“I saw the way you looked at him. You had the same look when you greeted Dick and then Jason. You're interested, aren't you?”

The billionaire replied, “He has very lively parents, Clark.”

“Parents who are not here, and who leave him alone. I don't know, this seems like a case of child abandonment to me."

“His family is rich. They will be able to afford the best lawyers. “

"You too. So why don't you try?”

“It hasn't even been a month, and you already want a child with me?” he teased, pulling him closer.

“What can I say, you influenced me."

“What a smart mouth… can you use it for other things too?”

Clark smirked, “Do you want to try?”

They were about to kiss when they heard a disgusted, “Urgh, what the fuck Bruce. Don't fuck in the cave.”

Ruined moment. The two heroes walked away, Clark's cheeks as red as his cape.

Bruce sighed, “Jason, language.”

“Yeah, not this shit. You went out on your date night without me. I bet the rooftops were warm tonight.”

Here's what happens when you deal with a teenager: jokes and double meanings about his love life. Good thing Dick was in New York, otherwise there would have been two of them making fun of him.

“We were investigating together. It was work.”

“As you said, old man.”

Clark coughed then, “Jason…we'd like to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“What would you think about a little brother?”

Jason blinked. Bruce ran a hand over his face. Clark really didn't want to let it go, huh? He was about to intervene when his son blurted out, “You got Bruce pregnant?!”

"No!" Bruce immediately exclaimed. “Jason, we're both men.”

“Hey, he's an alien. How do I know how it works! Oh god, Dickhead is going to go crazy…”

"Nobody's pregnant," Bruce sighed, suddenly feeling very old. “We met a kid tonight and Clark thinks I should take him in.”

“Let me guess… he has black hair.”

“Yes,” Clark replied.

"Blue eyes?" Jason asked again.

“Yes.”

“Traumatized and weirdo?”

Clark thought about it before saying, “I'm not sure if he's traumatized, but he's definitely a…peculiar kid. He follows Batman to take photos to put on his Tumblr blog… ”

“He's definitely a weirdo,” Jason concluded. - There's nothing to do. You have a type, Bruce.”

Bruce groaned. What had he done to make people believe he had no impulse control… oh, yeah. He had literally kidnapped Jason. He didn't have a good record.

“Look, I'll check on him to make sure he doesn't get into trouble. If I see something that doesn't convince me, I will act accordingly.”

From the way Jason and Clark looked at him, it was clear that neither of them believed him.

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devine-fem · 11 months ago

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I love to see how Damian keeps showing he is a responsable and caring with kids. Looks like he learned to balance being a hero and taking care of a child meanwhile Jon still has trouble with both. Damien saw his focus more on his job and decide to do it better kind of how Dick showed him. I would love to have your head canons of Damian as a father.

ooo ask. these are one of fav headcanons of mine. and father? no, damian is absolutely the mother.

damian pulling memories and experiences he learnt from talia that at the time provided him warmth and comfort is so incredibly special to me.

i also feel like it heals the idea in his head(i even headcanoned before knowing this) that he thinks children would be near impossible for him because of the life he lives. if anything he’d want to give that child as much love as can bleed out of himself and show them a traditional happy life and without that… he thinks it’s hopeless. i feel like his relationship with trinity could be healing that. he’s even said this before

i feel dick perhaps could come over to see if the kid is still breathing but he’d be pleasantly surprised to find that trinity is very happy and healthy.

damian would adopt the mother hen traits a little too easily than he’s willing to admit and he’d be entirely fine with that

jon’s childhood (as short as it was) could even be somewhat lived through trinity, not in a possessive and overbearing way but in a passive and healing way

jon could be pulled in one direction but his duty as a hero but that could also make him understand why his dad was gone so often for him - often at times feeling neglected - him finding a new found respect for clark

jon has flight and super speed nearing that of speedsters and his absence is not exactly easily excusable and damian will remind him of that relentlessly

jon and dami might fight but they’re just so happy to be with one another as usual

jon really admires how dami stepped into the role though its not easy for him

just the idea of dami taking care of trinity and jon taking care of dami is so freaking cute

jon really wants to be around the two as much as he can, he even calls off the legion or young justice, etc if they don’t have a good enough reason to waste quality time

“mission? nope, im busy tonight” and he hangs up just to watch some animated movie theyve seen twenty times because trinity is obsessed with it

they bicker like an old married couple but its almost a show of how much they really care for trinity

while jon is out he is always thinking about what to get for trinity as trade for his absence, toys, candy, foods… he’ll go all the way to thailand to get thai food or china for chinese food the traditional way and not tell the either of them of the hurdles he went through to get it

trinity doesn’t even notice that jon may be absent no where near as much as jon is drilling it into his own head. the kid has no idea how good she has it

jon’s definitely the type to be like “why does it matter how much it cost?” because the smiles on their faces pay him back in full

when nights get silent they almost forget their not home

thank you for the ask. i had fun talking about this. domestic damijon is so special to me

#jondami #damian wayne #jon kent #supersons #super sons #jonathan kent #damijon #asks #headcanons

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 months ago

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PLS Clark being protective in non possessive way is so good. I can't help but think him and Bruce will have some passive aggressive arguments at some point when reader not around lolol

"Are you coming over tonight?"

"I can't," Clark said regretfully. He wanted to. He wanted to fall into your bed and fall asleep in your arms after- well. Today had been stressful. He'd feel better. And he'd feel better knowing you were getting a good night's sleep. Safe and sound. "I'll be there as soon as I can though. I'll call," he promised, bending to rub his nose against yours.

You nod, pouting at him teasingly, "But I miss-"

"I know what you miss," he said, smiling a little even as his face heated. "I tried to get you into a supply closet."

"You and I both know we can't be quiet enough for that."

"That was the point," Clark murmured. He could hear Bruce lurking in the hall. Listening to this goodbye. Hoping to get you alone. Annoyed that he missed his chance. And he wanted Bruce to hear this. To hear you... flirting. Happy. Just living and doing things. That your life hadn't ground to a halt without him. "I could listen to you for hours. maybe days," he said, kissing you softly.

"Clark, are you this sweet to all the girls?"

"Just the figure skaters," he hummed, kissing you again and helping you step up into the transporter. "Call me when you get home?"

"Absolutely."

"Thank you, hun. Be Safe."

________________

Bruce watched you fade out of sight and watched Clark wave you off and rolled his eyes as he stalked into the room.

"Can I help you?" Clark asked, not turning, watching the blip that was you on the screen.

"I guess I just don't understand why you feel like you need to-"

"She's a big girl. She can kiss anyone she wants," Clark sighed. "You made it clear you didn't want her help so she left."

"And then you decided to fuck-"

"No," Clark said still not turning. He never intended to sleep with you. Truthfully, when the news broke that you had left Wayne Enterprises they'd all been... alarmed. You were loyal. Even now part of the reason you stayed on the edges was to AVOID saying anything shitty about Bruce publicly even on accident. NO ONE saw that coming. Clark had wanted to make sure you hadn't just... broken. "I was concerned. Everything else happened over time. I lo-care about her."

"Hn."

Clark shrugged, "How are things with Selina?" Was it worth it, is what he wanted to ask. And had anyone managed to fix that Batmobile?

"Too busy with Dick to see her," Bruce said.

That's something, Clark thought. That- you'd feel better about that He'd have to tell you. "How is Dick?"

"Rambunctious."

Silence stretched out for a while and Clark could feel Bruce grappling for something to say.

"Tell Y/N to call me," Bruce demanded.

"No," Clark said simply.

"I want-"

"Fun fact Bruce," Clark said turning when your blip reached Earth, "not everyone gives a fuck what you want."

#bruce wayne #minors dni #ask answered #reader insert #clark kent x reader #weird kid! bruce

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bluebellhairpin · 1 year ago

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Thou So Long Hast Mourn'd

Bruce Wayne X Batmom!Reader

Summary: After Jason's passing, your grief and anger combined causes you to leave Gotham - swearing only to return when you have a perfect chance to kill the Joker for what he did to your son. (Part 2 to 'Hell Hath No Fury')

Warnings: Loss and Grief (Mentions of a funeral and repeated mentions of Jason dying. We miss Mumma's Boy Jay a lot :( ). Bad coping mechanisms all round. Clark Kent acts as a marital buffer. (Reader is fem coded; has she/her pronouns; is referred to as ‘wife’ multiple times. Has the hero name of 'Valentine'.)

Listening to: 'Skyfall' By Adele - "I know I'd never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm."

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Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, -

Jason’s funeral was attended by a very small number of people. Yourself, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred all front and center.

For days, weeks, the media pestered asking question after question. “A tragic accident.” Commissioner Gordon would reply. It became you answer too, like a well-rehearsed prayer.

A tragic accident. Tragic. Accidental tragedy. Accident.

Except it was no such accident. Someone killed Jason. A man, who still walked free, murdered your son.

Even now, a month after you buried the child, as you sat listening to rain pat against the window panes in Wayne Manor, you remembered what you’d told Bruce the night he brought Jason home for the last time.

“I’m going to kill him.” you said. “I’m going to kill the Joker.” You told Bruce you’d do what you’d vowed to never do again. You promised yourself to avenge your son, to make sure no one else would ever lose a child to that monster ever again.

Ever since that night you’d felt a wedge slide between you and Bruce. Dick, only sixteen and having lost the closest thing he had to a brother was feeling it - you could see it on his face, and they way he held his shoulders at dinner. How you were feeling, how little Bruce was doing about it - none of it was doing Dick any good.

Aside from the anger, you didn’t know how you were feeling. You never thought you’d ever be a mother - you had no idea what to do to help anyone. So you left.

Bruce was out on patrol - he dove into Batman head first, a bitter feeling in your stomach had you thinking he was compensating. Dick was out - gymnastic practice, which Alfred was in charge of tonight. You were left alone in a huge house, and you couldn’t stand to stay there any longer.

A small bag was packed with basics - clothes, cash, a few weapons from the cave, and a single family photo taken while on vacation just that past summer (stolen from its frame and folded into a jacket pocket close to your heart). As you walked past the main living space, you stopped, and looked up towards the item hanging above the fireplace.

The sword - Excalibur - a god-given gift to humankind to exact true justice, now resting as a collectors antique catching dust. You knew if you took it that you would be able to do what you needed to. During your time using it there was no greater pull than to execute Joker - yet something always stopped you.

You knew it was Bruce.

Even already, your own guilt over what you meant to do wouldn’t let you take it with you.

Naturally, on that night, Alfred brought Dick was home first. It was already nine thirty, and while Dick would be up for a long while, he knew the boy wasn’t sleeping proper anymore.

Alfred sent him up to his room anyway, reassuringly with a hand on his shoulder, telling him to go try and get some rest.

But Alfred knew something wasn’t right in the Manor the moment he stepped inside. It was too quiet. Like it had been empty as long as they’d been away - even though he knew full well you should’ve been there to keep the house alive.

Although not trained, the butler had a sixth sense for a lot of things - he was a natural at whatever he sent his mind to (in his youth it was acting, and hence so seeing through lies and reading rooms (for improvisation, obviously) went with it). He set out to find you. Looked in all the usual places, and the unusual ones, in the big rooms and the small ones.

In the last week or so you’d taken to spending time sitting in the walk-in-fridge. He worried about you a lot. While Dick still had school and his friends, and Bruce threw himself into Batman, you only really had yourself. It wasn’t healthy.

But no matter how much he looked, or where he looked, you were nowhere to be found - not in the house, nor in the grounds. You’d said nothing about going out when he left, he would’ve remembered. In a last ditch effort to find you, he looked in one last place.

But you hadn’t been in the Batcave since Jason came home.

It was there, as he walked down a set of stairs, that he noticed a piece of paper haphazardly taped to one of the center computer monitors.

He grabbed it, and flipped it open, reading quietly to himself the words inside, scrawled in your handwriting.

‘Bruce, Don’t look, you know I won’t let you find me. I’m going to do something you will hate me for - probably forever. I can’t keep living like this knowing Jason’s killer is out there killing more mother’s sons. Take care of Dickie. Don’t take Alfred for granted.’

The older man found himself sinking into the chair beside him.

He had a hunch this was coming - he wasn’t in the cave the night Bruce brought Jason home, instead at the time he was upstairs taking a call from an excited Dick who was recalling his day spent doing a treasure hunt around Blüdhaven for a school camp trip that lasted the whole week. Alfred had no idea how you first reacted - he didn’t know how Bruce reacted to your reaction.

He knew it wasn’t good. Especially since in your note you didn’t even say goodbye to your husband.

You’d been hiding in a place you knew Bruce wouldn’t ever look - he always hated visiting Metropolis, the city was too bright.

You knew no one there would snitch on you - most didn’t even recognize you, and the one person who did, conveniently the man who was the closest thing Bruce had to a best friend, wouldn’t ever snitch on you. Not for this.

‘I needed a break,’ you’d lied, ‘Couldn’t handle being in Gotham after…’ You never finished, and you knew Clark could see through a lie like glass - but the grief he could see. He could also see the anger simmering underneath. He never called you out for it though.

You’d been there a while, waiting, watching Gotham from a distance Bruce wouldn’t see you from. You kept tabs mostly on Batman - although interviews with Bruce having to explain where his wife went were entertaining (in a sick, satisfying way). Sometimes you were sick, others you were out of town, most times you ‘weren’t feeling up to it’ - the latter two would be closest to the truth, not that he’d know that.

You often looked fondly at whatever information came though about Dick - he took out the gymnastics first place for his age bracket in the Gotham state. The picture made your heart ache - his smile was wide and toothy, but even though your printed newspaper you could tell it wasn’t reaching his eyes.

Who you were watching most, though, was the Joker. You combed through old reports and new ones. Even called up Harley Quinn a few times, just to get a perspective on him from someone who was - at one point - much closer to him. She asked you why you wanted to know.

“I need to know.”

“O-kay. And where exactly have you been Val?” she’d said, voice crackling down the hotel landline, “You ain’t locking yourself up in that Mansion are ya?”

“No. I’m not in Gotham right now.”

“So what’s even the Joker to ya if you ain’t even here huh?”

“When I come back,” you said, “I’m going to kill him.”

You became a Joker expert in almost one night.

You got a late night visitor less than a week after that phone call. Clad in red and blue, with a gaudy cape and that stupid ringlet you and Bruce would always bitch about on late nights under bed covers.

You were a little happy to see Clark - you actually had nothing against him, it was all just in jest (or solidarity because Bruce was your husband). He was let in pretty quickly. Mostly to avoid questions from the nosey couple who’d been staying in the room next to yours for the past three days.

He stood around awkwardly while you watched him from the seat next to the room’s microwave, posture screaming Clark Kent, journalist, even though he looked like Superman, world-know superhero.

“I’m, uh -” he started after you stared at him hard, wordlessly willing him to speak, “- I’m worried. I think you should go back to Gotham soon. To Bruce, specifically.”

“And why’s that?” He looked at you like you’d just said you had Kryptonite in your pocket.

“Because you’re in trouble.”

“I’m here in Metropolis, I’m with you right now, I couldn’t be in less trouble if I tried.”

“You know I have super hearing.” he said sheepishly. It was like he was telling his Ma he ran over her peonies with a bicycle. You put two and two together quickly though.

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“For me!” He said, stepping back with his palms towards the sky, “I feel better about not telling Bruce if I know what’s going on with you.”

“And so what part of your spying brought you here tonight?” Both your arms and legs crossed, you could tell from his face he didn't mean for you to get so offensive so quickly.

“You were talking to Harley Quinn?”

“Oh that,” you scoffed with a wave of your hand, “Even Bruce does that. She’s not so bad. Taught me how to roller-skate you know.”

“About the Joker?”

“That happens often when my husband is being a pain in my ass,” you said, “Reminds me he could be much, much worse.” Clark motioned his head - ‘fair’, but then he returned serious once more. This time it wasn’t a question.

“You said you were going to kill him.”

You knew he couldn’t read your mind, but he could hear how your heartbeat picked up. He had to know you knew you’d been caught. He sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for your answer in the most approachable way he knew in that moment.

“I’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“Bruce - I don’t know what he’d do. He could hate you.”

“I’m sure he hates me right now anyway.”

“You can’t believe that,” Clark said, looking up at you with blue eyes that almost looked like Bruce’s. “You don’t really believe he hates you right now?” You took a great interest in the patterned carpet. Clark said your name, and you reluctantly looked back at him.

“He misses you.”

“I miss my son.” You bit back at him bitterly. His face remained hard. This was suddenly no longer Clark. You were talking to Superman now.

“I’m not sure how to say this kindly,” Clark said with a firm voice, “But you’re so focused on the child you lost that you’re abandoning the one that’s still here. Bruce misses you, but Dick misses you even more. He doesn’t need to lose another Mom.”

His stare was hard, stubborn - he wasn’t going to let up. Your stare was hard too - sour and angry, not because you didn't believe him, but because you knew how right he was.

“I think you can leave now.”

Two weeks later, after a late night grocery run that consisted mostly of chicken noodle cups and instant coffee, you found a lump of black sitting in the dark with its back against the door of your room.

Clark told Bruce.

He didn’t seem to notice your approach, but once you stood toe-to-toe with his polished Oxford shoes, you kicked his leg.

“Get up.”

His head of messy hair lifted, and when his brain fully processed you - his wife, finally! - standing before him, he almost jumped to his feet. Uncharacteristic of him outside his prior - and now ditched - playboy persona.

He breathed your name, stepping forward with hands outstretched as if to hug you. You took a step back. Clark, apparently hadn’t told him everything - if he had, he was taking it very, very well.

“Where’s Dick?”

“With Alfred,” he said, hands falling to his sides again after you hummed in acknowledgment. You both stood in silence for a while, before you gestured to a door with a full hand. He got the hint, stepping away, then taking the bags away from one hand as you fumbled for your keys.

The quiet continued as you let yourselves in, you sat the shopping on the bench, and he made himself at home at the table near the door. You sat back down in the microwave chair, the furthest place from him you could be while still staying in the room.

“Been keeping busy, Bruce?” you asked, he turned to fully face you in his seat.

“Not really,” he said, “I’ve been looking for you. Never thought you’d be here,” You almost smiled, thinking about how right you were for coming here. Almost.

“Heard you went to Saudi Arabia while I’ve been gone.”

“It was nothing. Really.”

“You couldn’t have been looking too hard if you were able to take a ‘nothing, really’ trip to the Arabian Mountains.”

“I’m not here to fight with you,” Bruce said, resting a palm on his knee, “I’m here to ask you to come home. We all miss you.” his last words came out very quietly. “It’s been months. Nothings going to get easier if you stay away.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” you said with a soft scoff, “He who literally spent every single night after Jason died away from home. He who spends every moment he can down in a dark damp cave rather than with his family - I don’t think you get to tell me where I should be.” You felt tears well in your eyes - hot and fat if they fell, but you willed yourself not to let them. Bruce’s shoulders softened, and he stood and walked closer slowly, coming to kneel before you with his fingers just touching yours.

“We both haven’t been doing well, have we?” his head shook and his voice was barely audible. It was like he was speaking to himself. His admission - finally, his own pride and stubbornness aside, and it made yours disappear like dust in the wind.

“You need to see my bathroom,” you said. His head cocked, a sly smile twitched onto his lips.

“Oh?” he said, “And what might I find there?” But you weren’t smiling. You were trying to be honest.

“Just go look.” you said, turning away from him, bringing your hand away. Telling him with your actions that you weren’t going to be talking until he did.

He stood, opening the bathroom door behind you and flicking on the light. You could feel how still he was. Taking in the room, and what was inside it.

All across the mirror and walls were taped up newspaper clippings and photos and articles printed off from the library, old and new, a few of him - Batman - but most of the Joker. Beside the toilet was a case - one he knew would hold parts of a rifle (parts he'd seen you pull apart and put back together in a minute flat) - and across the sink were knives and gun magazines.

Bruce stepped off the carpet and onto the tile. There was a little list in the center of the mirror, written in red and with the last line underlined.

‘Kill the Joker’.

When he returned to you, he was holding the list in one hand.

“When were you planning on doing this?” he asked. You weren’t able to meet his eyes when you answered.

“Whenever I go back to Gotham.” His body went rigid beside you. Audibly, he let out a breath.

“I’ve thought about it too. Just getting rid of him like that.” he admitted, voice quiet and with a rough edge, “But I know it won’t help. It won’t bring him back.”

“This isn’t about bringing him back. If I knew it could bring Jason back I’d have done it weeks ago.” You looked up at Bruce as you spoke, watching as his face crinkled in disbelief.

“You’re so serious about this.”

“How could you still think I’m not serious?” you said, standing to help convince yourself you weren’t as unsure as you felt. “I will do it. A time will come when that monster dies - wherever it is I will be standing by watching.”

He watched you. Analyzing your face and the way your eyes moved. His face set like stone, hard and sure and you knew he was much more upset now having found out than what he was when you were missing. He took a step back.

Bruce was moving towards the door.

“I won’t stop you. I couldn’t bear to.” he turned, hand on the door handle, “But Batman still will.”

As far as you knew, you’d made it back into Gotham City undetected.

You knew the route’s Bruce - no - Batman, took while out on patrol. You knew the surveillance he constantly would check. You knew because for years you’d helped him do it all.

Thankfully, you had a not-so-little little helper - Joker assassination aside, Harley was more than happy to put you up for a while. After you’d killed Joker you’d planned to turn tail and leave again - maybe hide someplace in Australia where no one barely goes. It wasn’t like you had to put up with her long anyway.

Harley was great, but you’d have to love her a whole lot to live with her longer than a week. But you weren’t planning to stay that long.

You’d tracked Joker to an apartment complex near Arkham - you knew he wouldn’t stay there forever, so you needed to act fast.

Your weapons of choice were clean and ready to go, your escape routes A through to D were memorized, a hood and bandana combo were acquired to hide your identity long enough for no one around to know it was you. By all means and definitions you were ready to go.

You left Harley’s place wordlessly. You were sure she didn’t even know you left.

A cloak and the shadows of night concealed you from most passersby. Slowly, slowly you stalked towards where you knew the Joker to be. When you climbed the fire escape to find your vantage point, you almost didn’t make it all the way there because you saw Him.

Sitting, lounging. Acting like there was not a single thing in the world to worry about. It made you so angry you could scream, claw your eyes out, you could do so many things all because that man couldn’t care less about your son dying.

In fact, you didn’t make it to your original vantage point.

You settled right there, three levels lower than planned, and took the rifle off your shoulder. Clipping on the scope, twisting the silencer on, packing the magazine in. Settled your body into a comfortable position, then raised the gun to look at your target through the scope.

With greasy green hair and yellow teeth, you watched him smile through the crosshairs. With a sneer you flicked the safety off. You were ready to take the shot.

A flash of red, green and yellow came in front of the Joker. You frowned, confused. Pulling the scope back you looked again with a wider range and saw something that made your heart drop. Someone was tied up and presented to him like a present.

The Joker had Robin.

Your Robin. Your son. Your Dick Grayson.

Suddenly this was more than just a chance to avenge Jason. A switch flicked inside your heart. This wasn’t a chance to avenge Jason anymore; this was you, saving the son you had left. This was you not giving that monster the chance to keep you in black.

The lethal rifle was ditched right there on the fire escape, not caring if a lowlife found it before you could return. The knives you’d stashed - ‘just in case’ - were now your swords. Their piercing blades becoming the only thing shielding those who stood in your way a feral beating from bare fists.

No one was standing in your way of taking Dick home safely.

Your veins pumped white hot, you saw red all over. This was not going to happen a second time. It wasn’t ever going to happen again.

A goon at the door stood in your way, he was met with a knee to the crotch and a wound to his shoulder to keep him down. More on the stairs were thrown over bannisters. One had his head smashed into the doorway of the Joker’s apartment. Another was given a hard elbow to the back of his neck.

You weren’t aiming to kill - you were aiming to get them out of your way, and keep them that way.

When you reached the room which window you saw through, there were only four other people aside from yourself, your son, and that murdering bastard. They all stayed quiet, goons waiting on a call to action from their boss. You missed the way Dick’s eyes widened as he realised his Mom was here. You were busy staring down the Joker, trying to make him feel just how much pure hate you had for him without a single word.

“Give me Robin,” you said, voice low, venomous. Dangerous.

“Well if you want him so bad, and since you asked nicely,” His smile spread wide and uncanny. “Come and get him.”

So you did.

Like a blur of back and blue, you had all four men either out cold or groaning on the floor. The Joker himself was under your kneeling form with his teeth now stained red and an eyes swollen shut.

“Listen well because I’ll only say it once.” You said, your hand a rough fist in his hair to make sure he looked into your eyes and saw exactly how much of a threat your promise was.

“I spared your life today. I will never do it again. I am not the Batman. The next time I find you trying to pull something with one of my Robin’s and you see me coming you'd better run the other way because I will kill you.”

After untying Dick, retrieving your abandoned gear, and throwing Joker into Arkham, you reconvened with Dick on a nearby rooftop.

You barely stood upright on two legs before he barreled into you, arms thrown around your waist with his face squished right into your collarbone. He’d grown taller in the time you’d been away. You felt tears fall as your arms wrapped around him in kind.

“I’ve missed you Mom.” he mumbled into your shirt, “Please don’t go away again. Please.”

A hand raised to the back of his head as you pressed your covered nose into his hair. You took a deep breath with your eyes closed, then opened them, peeling you both apart just enough to take in each other's faces. Even with his mask on you could see how much he was pleading with you to stay.

You brushed his hair away from his face - he needed a haircut soon.

You wanted to stay, you never wanted to leave him ever again, not after tonight. But would Bruce let you?

Out the corner of your eye you saw a black drop fall onto the rooftop a little ways off. Batman. He stood, tall and intimidating. In that moment you had half a mind to take a step back even though he made no move closer to you.

Instead you just held Dick a little tighter.

Bruce's hand reached out to you, palm open, outstretched, and empty. Waiting for you to take it.

“I think we can go home now.” he said, “We all can.” Like that, Batman disappeared. Bruce was here. You guessed he bluffed - when it came to you Bruce was always there.

Things were not going to go back to normal. They weren’t for a while. But the best thing you could do was stay together, all together. As a family.

Nothing was going to push that away from you again.

- And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;

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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 months ago

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 12/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Twelve: Nom de Plume

After Jason's parents left after dinner, Laney went down to the car to get his backpack. Jason pulled two sets of pajamas out of his drawer. He took his pajamas to the bathroom and took his shower. He could hear Laney knock on the door, and he could faintly hear his voice. "What?" Jason asked, raising his voice.

"If you want, I can take the couch so you can sleep how you usually do," Laney repeated himself.

"No! Hold on, okay!" Jason yelled as he turned off the water, and he put on his boxers and threw on a sweater before opening the door. "I don't mind if you sleep in my bed." Laney touched Jason's face and chuckled, walking past Jason to go in his bathroom and grab a towel. He dried Jason's face and hair.

"Better, now what were you saying?" Laney asked, and Jason lifted Laney's chin with his knuckle.

"Well, first of all, my eyes are up here," Jason smiled, "And I think you were about to kiss me..."

Laney smiled and pressed a kiss to Jason's lips. Jason chased his kiss with a quick peck, and Laney parted his lips. "I think you were right," he whispered, "Can I borrow some of your pajamas for tonight?"

"They're on the bed," Jason whispered. Laney nodded, and Jason chuckled. "I never noticed that you stand on your toes to kiss me."

"No. I don't think I do that," Laney teased.

"You're doing it right now," Jason murmured. Laney shook his head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Laney snickered as he kissed Jason again before going to Jason's room to grab Jason's pajamas and take his shower. Jason sat on the couch on his laptop, and he started working on something for his class.

His phone rang, and he answered, putting it on speaker. "Hi, Dick. How's it going?" Jason asked.

"It's going good. You sound like you're in better spirits. What's up?" Dick asked.

"I'm working on something for class... Also, Dad and I talked, and I spoke to my Mom. It was nice. Calling to check in on me?" Jason asked.

"Actually, no, I was gonna ask if you were going to see Tim and his friends play at your school in two weeks," Dick replied.

"Yeah, I'm going with Laney—."

"Jason! Can I use your shampoo?" Laney asked from the bathroom.

"Sure! Knock yourself out," Jason replied.

"He's staying the night?" Dick asked. "Are you two—?"

"A couple? Mhm," Jason answered as he kept working on his paper.

"Can I give you a little advice?" Dick asked. "Talk about everything you guys missed. Like, really sit and talk about it."

"I will. I promise," Jason replied. Laney came out of the bathroom. "Bye, Dick."

"Later, Jason," Dick replied. Jason hung up, and Laney plopped down on the couch next to Jason and turned his laptop on.

"Hey, what's that?" Laney asked, pointing to a picture on Jason's laptop.

"Lane, you've never put washer fluid in your car?" Jason asked. Laney shook his head. "Remind me to show you how to do that at some point." Laney put one of his earbuds in his ear and started a music software. "Homework?"

"Mhm," Laney replied.

"What are you majoring in?" Jason asked.

"Music Therapy, it used to be marketing, but I realized I hated marketing," Laney replied. Jason continued to work as he looked over at Laney's computer. "You're an engineer, right?"

"Mhm, I got my associates in Children's Literature and Engineering, but now it's just Engineering," Jason replied. Laney smiled.

"Did you want to write children's books?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "Why don't you?"

"To be honest, I changed my major because I was really depressed at the time... And, I never told anyone this, but I did sort of draft a book that I didn't have the heart to let go of. I even had a pen name and everything," Jason replied.

Laney set his laptop aside. "Is it a finished draft?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "I say you should give it a shot. Read over it, look at what you've done so far, and really do something with it. If it means something to you still, you should give it a try."

Jason shrugged, and they went back to working quietly beside one another for what seemed like hours until Laney plugged his laptop and went back to Jason's room. Jason finished up his project and turned it in before going back to his room and being startled by the sound of music. "I didn't want to sound like a jerk when I stayed the night last time, but this is definitely a glockenspiel," Laney noted as he continued to play. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight," Jason replied, "Did you bring your—?"

"One night's not gonna hurt. I just have to remember to sleep on my side," Laney whispered. Jason nodded and let Laney climb into bed first before he climbed in.

"Aren't you gonna be hot?"

Jason nodded and took the sweater off, throwing it to the foot of the bed. Laney smiled while Jason's back was turned.

"I can feel that you're staring at my back," Jason whispered, holding back a laugh through clenched teeth as his ears warmed up.

Laney cleared his throat. "I'm not staring. I'm respectfully admiring—. Were you stabbed?" Laney asked.

"It was forever ago, like way before I knew you or my dad... And I wasn't stabbed. I was burned," Jason replied, "I don't wanna talk about that, though." Laney nodded.

"Hey, Jason, do you remember this?" Laney asked as he poked Jason's sides. Jason jumped and made a high-pitched shrieking noise before turning around and pinning Laney to the bed.

"Why are you like that?" Jason asked. Laney laughed as Jason let go of him. "What are you twelve?" Jason let out a laugh involuntarily.

"Admit it," Laney whispered, "You think I'm hilarious." Jason smiled and shook his head.

"I really don't," Jason laughed.

"You do. I just put two-and-two together. You find me sexy because I make you laugh," Laney smiled as he ran the backside of his hand down the line of Jason's jaw. "And that's why your face is so red right now."

Jason lay next to Laney and started laughing hysterically. "I can't stand you. You really are the worst," Jason's laugh dissolved into an exhausted chuckle, and he turned to Laney before whispering, "We should get married."

Laney sat up, eyes wide, and Jason laughed again. "I definitely had you. You should've seen yourself. It was cute. It really was," Jason smiled, "Goodnight, Laney."

"Goodnight, Jason," Laney whispered, and nothing more was said. Jason turned out the light, and they both went to bed.

Jason tossed and turned most of the night, which didn't bother Laney much. The rocking seemed to soothe him, lulling him into a deeper and deeper sleep as the night progressed until Jason sat up with a start, scaring him awake. "Jay?" Laney sat up all the way.

"I'm fine," Jason whispered as he lay back down on his stomach and threw his arm over Laney's lap, "I'm fine..."

"It's okay if you aren't," Laney whispered, his voice steady. Jason didn't say anything. "Can I tell you about my dream?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "It's a dream I have a lot, so bear with me. I wake up in my dorm at school, and I can hear boys laughing, but I can't see them. So, I leave the room, and I follow the sound of their voices, and I'm all alone...

But I can hear them laughing, and I know they're laughing at me... And I try to go back to my room, but I can't find it, and the laughing keeps getting louder and louder until I wake up," Laney whispered. Jason held onto Laney, silent and unmoving. "Are you still awake?"

"What was boarding school like?" Jason asked, his voice seemed far away to Laney.

"It was all boys, but it wasn't like what most people would think... I mean, yeah, there were a lot of gay kids and a lot of violence... But it wasn't something your mind could prepare for," Laney whispered.

"Did you ever date anyone there?" Jason asked.

"No, I've never really dated anyone... But there was this one guy," Laney whispered. Jason propped up on his elbows.

"Yeah?" Jason asked.

"It wasn't anything exciting. I mean, I used to hang out with this guy who was a year ahead of me, and we used to hang out on this hill and get drunk," Laney took a deep breath, "We kissed once, and then the next day, he threatened to smash my face in if I ever told anyone... Then he got expelled for punching a teacher. So, I really don't have any heartfelt memories of boarding school..."

Jason lay back down on his stomach, and he tapped the pillow next to him. "Lane... It couldn't have been all bad," Jason whispered.

Laney lay down on his side, facing Jason. "Have you ever been in love?" Laney asked.

"Everyone our age has, Laney," Jason mumbled as he moved Laney's hair from his face before closing his eyes.

"You weren't in love with that boarding school guy?" Jason asked.

"No, we weren't really together, and we only kissed that one time. We were so drunk, I think I burst into tears right after and begged the guy not to tell my parents," Laney whispered.

"So, you've never loved anyone?" Jason asked, his voice even further away than before.

"No, I wouldn't even know what it would feel like... That's the scariest thing..."

"We'll figure it out as we go along," Jason whispered as he drifted back off to sleep.

Laney sat in silence for a while before whispering, "Jason?" Laney waited for an answer before drifting back off to sleep, only to wake up before Jason a few hours later.

He sat up, waiting for Jason to awaken. Jason's alarm went off, and he turned it off without opening his eyes. "Jay?" Laney asked.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked. Laney shrugged.

"I'm okay. I just wanted to know if I could wear something of yours to class today?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "Look in my closet, okay?"

Laney looked through Jason's closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Jason watched as Laney changed out of his pajamas, and Laney chuckled. "I know you're staring at me," Laney pointed out.

"I'm just trying to see what my clothes look like on you," Jason replied before checking his phone.

"Mhm, sure," Laney replied, "What about you? What are you gonna wear?"

"My class got canceled. I'm freed up. I could do this all day," Jason replied as he lay back down. Laney smiled and threw Jason some clothes. "Then maybe you can wear this on our date tonight."

"Date?" Jason asked. He sat up. Laney kissed him on the cheek.

"Mhm," Laney replied as he made his way to the bathroom.

A smile spread across Jason's face as he quietly celebrated the idea of going on a date with Laney, shortly before Laney returned with his phone in hand. "Jason, tell my mom that I slept okay," Laney requested.

"Good morning Mrs. Kent," Jason replied, "Laney slept okay."

"Good morning, Jason. Is Lane giving you any trouble?" Lois asked.

"Only the usual amount," Jason smiled. Laney pressed a few kisses to Jason's cheek.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth. I'll be right back," Laney replied, "You wouldn't mind talking to my mom for a minute, would you?" He took her off speakerphone and handed Jason the phone.

Jason pushed a hand through his hair. "No, not at all," he answered before mouthing a threat to Laney. "How are you this morning, Mrs. K.?"

"I'm good. I'm just getting ready to go back to Gotham. I'm taking the ferry in an hour," Lois replied, "What about you?"

"Wait, I thought you were supposed to come tomorrow?" Jason asked.

"I was... If you and Laney have something to do tonight, Sylvia can let me in," Lois replied, "I just want to surprise him. Do you have class today?"

"No, I just got an e-mail. My class got canceled," Jason replied.

"Can I ask you something personal? You really don't have to answer if you don't want to. Do you drink Jason?" Lois asked.

"No, I don't drink," Jason replied, "Can I ask you why you wanted to know that?"

Lois let silence fall between them for a moment before she gave her answer. "Have you ever had a drink?" Lois asked.

"No, I don't have any interest in drinking," Jason replied, "Mrs. Kent?"

"I guess what I'm trying to ask is: Have you ever hid anything from Bruce because you thought he wouldn't understand? I've been thinking about something Laney said, and even though I'm going to ask him personally, I just wanted to get a different perspective," Lois answered.

"There's a lot of things I don't think Bruce would understand... I try to go through channels when discussing my feelings about things with my dad," Jason replied. Lois chuckled.

"Right..." Someone said something to Lois in the background. "Absolutely not, Sammy. Put it back... Because you're ten-years-old... You can have some cocoa... When you can explain to me what a 3-4-5 triangle is... Sorry, Jason. Tell Lane I love him very much, and I'll see him tomorrow."

"Okay, Mrs. K. Tell Sam and Chris I said hi," he replied before she hung up.

Jason started getting dressed just as Laney came back and asked, "Personality-wise, if I was a dog, what breed of dog would I be?"

Jason pulled his shirt on and stared at Laney, narrowing his eyes seriously before letting out a loud, obnoxious laugh. "What the fuck?" Jason snorted, prompting Laney to laugh with him.

"No, I'm serious. Everyone has a dog breed that best—."

"You own a cat, Lane," Jason interrupted before taking a calming breath. "Wait, are you asking because you already picked one out for me?"

"I did. But I wanna hear yours first," Laney replied. Jason put on his pants and stared at Laney for a while.

"Bull terrier," Jason answered.

"The dog from Target?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "Do you want to explain?"

"I think you know exactly why I chose that dog. My turn, what'd you pick for me?" Jason asked.

"Rottweiler," Laney replied.

"They're cute. I'll take it," Jason smiled, "Oh, your mom wanted me to tell you she said that she loves you, and she'll see you tomorrow."

"I'm actually looking forward to it for once," Laney replied.

"Can I ask why you and your mom go to therapy together?" Jason asked.

"I had a rough New Year's Eve, so I promised that if she'd come with me, I'd go to therapy for a whole year. It helps," Laney replied, "You go to therapy?"

Jason shook his head. "I dunno... I can't imagine talking to a stranger about my thoughts and feelings..."

"It's not as bad as you think, but I get you... But you talked to me when I was a stranger to you—."

"You've never been a stranger. You're my dad's best friend's son," Jason interrupted, "That's different... I would go see you if you were a therapist."

"I wouldn't let you be my client. It'd be a conflict of interest," Laney whispered as he kissed Jason's knuckles. "Imagine you start talking about something I did or said, and I'm sitting there pissed off because you didn't bring it up during dinner or something. That'd make for a really fucked up dynamic."

"So I can't ever ask you for advice?" Jason asked.

"You can ask me as your boyfriend," Laney replied, "Now go brush your teeth so we can make out before you take me to class."

"You're a real charmer," Jason replied as he slipped on some socks and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Laney lay back on Jason's bed and looked at his phone. "Jason, are you a virgin?" Laney asked, and Jason gagged.

"Jesus! Lane, you couldn't have—." Jason spat out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out. "You couldn't have waited until we were in the same room to ask that?" He stood in the doorway, staring at Laney.

"My fault... Jason, are you a virgin?" Laney asked once more. "And I mean that in a general sense—."

"Yes, I am... Why? Are you?" Jason asked.

"No, I just wanted you to know that even after the six weeks is over, we don't have to—."

"Isn't it a little early to be talking about—?"

"I just didn't want it to come up before we got a chance to discuss it. I'm not trying to make things weird. It's just that I've never dated anyone before—."

"What about that family friend?" Jason interrupted.

"It wasn't a real thing. Our parents thought we were bored and set us up on a date. We went out once so they'd leave us alone, but I told her I was gay almost immediately," Laney explained.

"So you've never really dated anyone?" Jason asked. Laney shook his head.

"Nope... But I know enough to say that I wouldn't be here with you right now if it didn't feel right," Laney replied, "Also, I'm trusting you with my car today because you might find something fun to do on your free day." Jason came close to Laney, and a big grin spread across his face. "Don't you fucking—."

Jason picked him up and threw him on the bed. "I never thought I'd be big enough to do that," Jason laughed, "And now we're even for that time you gorilla pressed me in the trampoline place."

"You're being dramatic. I didn't gorilla press you—."

"You lifted me over your head and dunked me in front of everyone at the party," Jason replied. Laney chuckled.

"That was pretty funny," Laney smiled.

"I can dunk you again," Jason threatened playfully.

"Please don't," Laney laughed as he followed Jason out to the kitchen. Lane looked in his fridge for something to drink. "Can I snag one of these?" Lane asked, holding up a smoothie. Jason nodded.

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 7 months ago

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 2

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1

Clark flew to the Gotham City Culture Museum Friday night in record time. He barely made it on time because he wanted to make sure to get Lois a care package after her procedure was done. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable and had stuff to do since she was always one that is on the go. He got her several murder mysteries that she had been wanting to read but never had the time for, a bubble bath kit, a box of caramel chocolates, and an electric blanket. Lois looked all cozy when he left her. As he landed, he thought about what his game plan was for tonight. Clark tapped his chin as he quickly exited the alley he landed in and headed up the museum steps.

Maybe I could hang out with Lois later tonight depending on how long this thing lasts.

The museum was supposed to give a presentation, followed by food, and then let the guest walk through their main exhibit: City of Atlantis. According to the notes Perry gave Lois, Bruce was supposed to be making his grand debut with his son there. Clark thought it would be easy to spot a single dad with his son since usually, these late-night museum events tended to have mostly adults. However, Clark was startled when he walked in and saw numerous of the upcoming and wealthy with their families browsing around.

Clark raised an eyebrow.

If Bruce is really here with his kid tonight, the setup is quite clever. Since there have been no recent photos of Bruce since he was 15 and no photos of his new child, they could easily blend into the crowd without anyone knowing.

Clark sighed while rolling his eyes.

This is a reporter’s worst nightmare. There are at least 500 people here tonight. No way I am finding Wayne without him or the boy doing or saying something flashy.

Clark shook his head and was able to go to a table and take a seat when he heard someone said, “Surprised to see you in a place like this.”

Clark froze for a second when he heard that voice. It was a voice he was hoping to never hear from again. He sighed as he turned around and saw his ex Lex Luthor standing behind him.

Of course, my ex would be here when I am out on assignment.

Lex and Clark used to date when they were in college. As it edged towards their graduation, they discovered that they had fundamental differences in how they wanted to spend the rest of their lives. Clark had always wanted kids. He dreamed of being even half the man his Pa was. However, Lex absolutely despised kids. He thought they were vile creatures. Clark never understood that because everyone was a kid once. Clark asked Lex once how he was able to survive childhood without interacting with any kids. He said that his parents had him home-schooled because his intellect was far superior to the kids in his age group. That should have been a red flag for Clark, but for some reason, Clark hoped that Lex was just kidding.

However, Clark learned quickly that wasn’t the case. When they graduated, Lex just wanted Clark to follow him to Luthor Corp and work in his father’s company. Clark thought about it since they did have a print division, however, Lex wanted Clark to only work as his assistant while Lex continued to build up his own career. Clark wanted to support Lex in his career endeavors, but he didn’t feel that he should have to put his aspirations on hold for Lex to soar. However, Lex wanted Clark’s devotion only to him. Clark broke up with him after that which Lex didn’t take too well. He blackballed Clark in about every newspaper market except for one: The Daily Planet in Metropolis. The only reason why Perry White, the head of the paper, took a chance on Clark was because he hated Lex’s guts, and Lex couldn’t blackmail Perry after recently losing the libel lawsuit with the Daily Planet. Ever since then, Clark avoided him like the plague. Luckily, Clark was always hesitant about sharing his powers with Lex and he didn’t start his superhero duties until after they broke up. He can’t imagine what Lex would do if he had that information hanging over his head.

Clark sighed and said, “You know that I have always been a fan of museums”.

Lex smirked and said, “Oh, so that is why you are here. I assume that the insignificant paper….hmmm…what’s it called?… The Daily Planet sent you here on assignment. I know you like museums but invitations to this event only went out to high-ranking families that are honestly out of your wage bracket.”

Clark was fuming internally but he schooled his face to remain passive.

Lex just wants a rise out of me to boost his ego.

Lex came closer and tried to caress his face, but Clark recoiled back which caused Lex’s smirk to falter, but quickly came back on his face.

“Don’t be like that love. Obviously, your career choices aren’t panning out if they are just having you go to assignments like these. I remember you saying you wanted to use your writing and interviewing skills to change the world. If they were just going to have you do this drivel, you should have just come with me to Luthor Corp. I could have found better things to do with your time.”

Clark narrowed his eyes at Lex.

The nerve of this asshole to think my life can only be better because of him. I don’t have time to play these mind games.

Clark took a deep breath. He could be honest about being here to cover for a friend. However, he knew that Lex wouldn’t believe any of that. He would have to do something that he wasn’t very proud of but it would be effective to get Lex off his back.

Clark smirked and asked, “Who said anything about me being on assignment? I am here for pleasure.”

Lex scoffed and asked, “You’re here for pleasure. I find that interesting. Since the paper didn’t send you and I know you aren’t rich, please pray tell how you were able to get into the event tonight?”

Clark chuckled and said, “I do have a life outside of my job, Lex. I am here with my fiancé and his kid browsing around. They went to grab seats since I was running late. Traffic from Metropolis to Gotham was brutal.”

Lex looked at Clark startled. Clark smirked.

It never occurred to him that I could move on without him.

The lights started flashing indicating that the presentation was about to start in a minute.

Clark flashed a bright smile and said, “Well, it was interesting speaking with you, but I should be going. I don’t want my fiancé and his kid to worry.”

With that, Clark quickly walked away leaving a dumbfounded Lex behind. Clark hated being petty and knew that his Ma would frown on behavior like that, but the look on Lex’s face was worth it.

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Turkey Song

By paganpunk2 on FanFiction.net

This fic is part of a series called "Spark In The Dark" that is unfortunately unfinished, the last published entry to the series being last updated in 2012. The first entry to the Spark In The Dark series is called Firework, and it is a Robin origin story with 300k words and a hundred chapters. Although I prefer Dick Grayson becoming Robin about a year or two after Batman appearing in Gotham and this fic has it happen after about eight years or more, it's still incredible and I would encourage all Dick Grayson/Robin fans to read it.

The premise to Turkey Song is really hard to explain so I'm not even going to bother, but basically Dick ends up with a pet turkey that dies and he gets so upset about it that he cries in his sleep. Alfred becomes sort of distant seeing Dick grieving for his pet, and Bruce gets a bit mad at him because Bruce doesn't know how to deal with grief either and Alfred is basically not helping, so Bruce decides to finally talk to Alfred about it. That's all you really need to know for this excerpt:

"Master Wayne," Alfred nodded to him as he entered the kitchen. "How is the young master?"

"Asleep. Still crying," his grimace deepened, "but...asleep."

"You didn't leave him alone?!"

"No. Clark's with him."

"Ah." The butler gave him an appraising look, and then a faint smile. "I'm quite pleased to see that your attitude towards Mister Kent has improved of late. It's a good thing, I think, for all three of you."

"Mm," Bruce frowned. It was true that his jealous animosity towards the Kryptonian had cooled somewhat over the past few months, but that wasn't what he'd come down to talk about. Sensing that the other man knew as much and was trying to avoid the heart of the matter, he grew agitated. "Alfred...where were you tonight?"

"...I beg your pardon, sir?" He glanced around from the dough he was kneading. "I don't understand."

"Where were you?" the billionaire repeated, his voice growing terse. "You kept running in and out of the shed, and now you're down here doing...what are you doing?" Where were you when I couldn't make him stop crying, Alfred? Now, and earlier...he's crying in his sleep, and where were you? Where were you when I needed you? Why did I have to chase you in order to get an answer for him?

"I'm preparing your breakfast. After the night we've had in this house, I thought something heavy would be needed in the morning before...before we do what must be done." Sighing as Bruce's posture remained rigid, he held up one finger and proceeded to wash the flour from his hands. He stepped closer and drew to a halt, crossing his arms. "...Well, go on, then. If you're determined to be upset at me about something you should let it out now, while he's asleep. It will only upset him more if he senses some sort of discontent between the two of us later on."

Fine. "The only time you've really spent around him tonight was when he was distracted by the story about the Project and when he was asleep. Every time he broke down, you vanished," the billionaire accused, his anger growing. "Where have you been?"

Alfred shook his head, his gaze perplexed. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir."

"...What?" Bullshit.

"I said that I'm afraid you're mistaken. I was present for the young master's tears in the cave, when you initially announced that his pet was doomed, and I stayed firmly in place outside when he cried again after eating his dinner. I said relatively little, it's true, but I left you only to bring things that were needed for your maintenance; food, blankets, information. I am endeavoring to continue that service now," he gestured to the dough on the counter, "but I rather get the feeling that my attempts to bring a modicum of comfort to this evening's unfortunate events have been misconstrued as lack of care. Am I right, Master Wayne?"

Bruce blinked at the butler's gentle tone, the misdirected ire that had been pumping through his veins washing away under a glut of guilt. Fucking hell, he bowed his head and raised one hand to his temple. How did I get so worked up over this? I know you care, Alfred, I just...he's crying, and I can't make it stop, and you weren't there for me to ask... "Alfred..."

"Don't say a word, my boy. I understand."

"...You do?" How?

"I do." A beat passed. "You said he's crying in his sleep, did you not?"

"Yes," Bruce whispered. "He...he did it earlier, too. It doesn't matter what I say to him, he just can't seem to stop, and I can't fucking stand it..."

"I know. I know, believe me." A wince crossed the older man's face. "You did the same thing, you know."

"...Huh?"

"After your parents died. You cried all the time at first, of course – perfectly natural – but soon after, when...when you got no suitable response...you changed your habits. You let your sadness out only at night, in your sleep. When you were alone." He coughed. "You never said a word," the sentence trembled minutely, "but I knew. Your pillowcase was always damp come dawn, and your eyes were bloodshot no matter how many drops I put in them. I remember what it feels like to not know how to make the tears stop. Trust me," he drew a deep breath, "I remember."

Bruce stood silently for a minute, stunned. He couldn't recall crying in his sleep, but now that it was mentioned he had a hazy memory of medicine being constantly applied to his eyes. Behind the hated bottle hovering over his face had been the butler's expression, a look of concentrated self-loathing that he hadn't recognized for what it was until now. "...Jesus, Alfred...I..."

"But this isn't about you and I, sir," Alfred cut him off softly. "This is about you and Master Dick. My track record for helping young people deal with grief is somewhat less than sterling," he confessed hoarsely, "and while I do believe that I took firm lessons from the past I've generally thought it best to leave comforting the boy to you whenever possible. I'm sorry if that's made me seem distant or, god forbid, uninterested, but...well, I trust you understand my intentions better now." He drew himself up straighter, banishing his emotions from his mien with obvious effort. "Now, you needed me for something, did you not? I can't imagine you'd have left him without some pressing mission."

...I'm so sorry, Alfred, the billionaire swallowed, eating his emotions in imitation of the older man. "...Yes," he choked, swiping at his eyes. "Uh...I need to know how to do it. How...how to make him stop crying. Nothing I've tried tonight has worked."

"I'm afraid I never learned the trick, sir, or I'd gladly share. Excuse me, please," he requested, dabbing at his cheeks as he returned to his abandoned baking. "We can continue talking, but if I leave this dough much longer..."

He trailed off, and Bruce knew better. Keep your hands busy so you can't concentrate on your heart. I can guess who I learned that from.

I love the entire series so much, and although this is probably my least favorite fic in the series, this is one of my favorite parts. The whole idea of Bruce crying in his sleep so many years ago and now his son is dealing with his grief the same way, and Alfred being present for both of these events and not having an answer because there really isn't an answer to grief is so heart wrenching yet makes so much sense. I love this scene so much even though it makes me so sad.

#batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #robin #batman and robin #fanfiction.net #fanficion #fanfic #fan fic #batfamily

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owl127 · 11 months ago

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You’re probably so over the prompts about 3Cs but god you have a golden story here, I can’t stop thinking about it literally every day, imagining what could happen you know ? I’m a big fan of your work but this one is addicting, can’t wait to read more about this one, I’m looking forward anything, any prompt, any CRUMB

Anya was the luckiest woman alive.

She kissed Raven’s giggles as she tossed her wonder woman mask away, finding the girl’s mouth in a fit of laughter of her own. Raven sighed contently and made more room for them in the passenger seat. The 20-year-old Malibu groaned, but held firm as she spread her legs on top of Anya. Raven was always blabbing about how soon the car would be vintage, the old grandma holding firm for two generations of Reyes. That seat had seen its fair share of college kids making out on top of it, and Anya didn’t mind adding a few miles tonight.

As the windows fogged and pants grew unnecessary, Anya was ready to invite Raven back to her apartment, but a loud noise outside made them stop.

“If anyone hit grandma, I swear to God…” Raven said as she rolled the window down, the music from the Halloween party they had abandoned filtering inside.

“Lexa, wait!”

Anya was so ready to ignore whatever commotion was going on, but Clarke’s voice broke her away from Raven’s neck.

“Griffin?” Raven asked, but Clarke ignored the girls in the car as she ran past it.

“Clarke, let that shrimp go.” Another voice joined Clarke’s, and Anya peeked out the window.

She saw Lexa’s bee antenna stomping away, and Clarke was trying to follow in her cumbersome honey jar costume, but another woman stopped her. “Come on, Clarke, stay. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Anya growled when she saw Nia, the party host and also the host of one of the greatest sticks up her ass. Everyone on the lacrosse team hated Nia. She was on the team because of nepotism alone (her aunt dated their coach) and she made everyone’s life miserable with her lack of talent and many opinions.

She threw a mean party, though.

“Let’s go back.” Nia reached for Clarke’s arm, but Clarke shook it away.

“Everything alright, Griffin?” Raven opened the door, face steeled. She was the meanest pirate Anya had ever seen, with the fake parrot dangling from her shoulder adding to the character.

“Everything good, ladies?” Anya followed Raven outside without missing a beat, crossing her arms and glaring at Nia. Both Clarke and Nia seemed surprised at the couple leaving the parked car, though while Clarke showed relief at the sight of her friend, Nia bared her teeth in annoyance.

“Woods. Great to see you,” Nia said with the delicacy of a hammer. “Your sister just stormed out of here.”

“Clarke, do you need a ride?” Raven asked Clarke, ignoring the dick measuring competition going on between the two alphas.

Clarke sniffled, a tear falling on the rumpled card box that was her honey jar, and Raven helped her friend inside the car.

“I’ll drive her home.” Raven fished her keys from Anya’s back pocket — who knows how it ended there — and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll go after Lexa with my bike,” Anya said, returning the kiss.

Give it to Lexa to cockblock her sister.

Spotting the shaking bee was easy, but convincing Lexa to go back to Anya’s apartment took some time. Lexa finally relented under the frosty rain, her bee antenna squashed under Anya’s spare helmet as they drove away.

“I’m fine,” Lexa said between trembling teeth, though she sighed in relief when she held the steaming mug Anya placed in front of her. Her red, hard fingers thawed under the warmth, and so did her rage.

Anya eyed her sister, noticing the running makeup, the red nose, the stained bee costume. It wasn't always that Lexa looked like a mess, but that night was one of those days.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Anya asked, pouring honey into her own mug.

Lexa took the tiniest tea sip.

Anya would hate this so much less if making Lexa talk about her feelings wasn’t like pulling overgrown wisdom teeth. “Why did you storm out?” Anya probed, searching for an angle. “And why is Clarke upset?”

“She’s upset?”

Bingo.

Lexa’s red eyes widened, but then she frowned.

Anya checked Raven’s texts since they parted:

Raven Babe 00:37am

Griffin is crying.

I think they fought. Ask Lexa.

We stopped to get chocolate and honey. Her costume is surprisingly effective.

“Raven is with her now,” Anya said, flipping her phone face down on the table before Lexa could peek. “So, are you still drunk or?”

“Ugh,” Lexa said intelligently, lowering her forehead to the table. “Do I sound drunk?”

“You sound miserable.” Anya sat next to her sister, touching her shoulder and squeezing it. “So what? You had an argument while a little tipsy. That’s normal, Lex. Apologize to Clarke in the morning and it will all be good.”

Lexa lifted her head from the table, her eyebrows knit. She looked like a bee who had been expelled from the hive and left to die in the wilderness if that bee was also a little drunk. “I don’t want to apologize.”

A simmering kind of emotion bubbled in Anya’s stomach, and she recognized it as anger.

“What did Griffin do?” Her tone didn’t betray the surge in protectiveness for her younger sister.

Lexa’s head hit the tabletop again with a muted thud.

“Maybe I’m just overreacting,” she mumbled to the abused wood that had never seen a single coaster.

Anya breathed through her curiosity, giving her sister time to process her thoughts. Lexa had always been slow to make her opinions heard, but alcohol made it like walking through molasses.

Anya waited, as some big sisters were known to do. The good ones, at least.

“She laughed at me,” Lexa said, her voice as small as she looked. “Nia was talking shit about the team, as usual, but then she said things about me and Clarke—” there was that knot between her eyes again “—Clarke just laughed.”

“I’m sorry,” Anya said, the frown on her forehead the same as the one on Lexa’s. “But maybe she didn’t mean it that way?”

Lexa nodded solemnly, processing the idea in her inebriated brain.

“Clarke adores you, Lexa. Did she apologize?”

Pink blossomed over Lexa’s cheeks.

“Is that when you stormed out?” Anya asked, one eyebrow up.

Lexa nodded, but shameful consolation replaced her serious posture.

“Sleep it off,” Anya said, standing up. “It will make more sense in the morning.”

Lexa took an hour showering and used all the hot water. Anya would be mad about it another time, though she will hold against her sister the whole cockblocking thing. Anya had been looking forward to fuck Raven in her wonder woman costume.

Anya let Lexa sleep on the mattress that was usually under her bed, a little wet clump of teen hormones on the floor of her bedroom. She pretended not to, but saw the text exchange between her sister and her girlfriend, and sighed with a heavy sense of completion as Lexa drifted off to sleep.

Another night of being the best big sister ever.

Lexa 2:15am

I'm not mad

Clarke, I love you.

Clarke 2:15am

I love you too.

#clexa #ask the owl #fanfiction #drabble #clexa fanfic #3c #the three cs #just some anya content for that universe #with makeup sex when they meet again of course

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zeawesomebirdie · 3 months ago

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For the tag game 5+1 Clark fills in for Bruce

[for this ask game here]

Thanks for the ask!! This fic is very very fun and I have so much to say about it!!

This starts out with Dick dating Bruce, and it's five times Clark takes Dick out on whatever date Bruce canceled, plus the one time Clark takes Dick out on a real date. Dick has been living back home at the Manor for a while at this point, and he and Bruce were supposed to be past the whole miscommunication thing that they had going on post-everything with Jason, but it turns out Bruce just isn't good at this kind of relationship. This fic isn't intended to be Bruce bashing or anything like that, I just really enjoy the contrast of brudick being terrible for each other vs superwing being actually a great relationship for Dick!

I'm just going to give you the full plot, because this is up there as one of the somftest things I'm actively haunted by 😌

The first time is in the evening, Clark's just gotten home from a long day at the Planet and he's very ready to do nothing but binge watch whatever show it was that Lois recommended, but he accidentally hears Dick sobbing his eyes out somewhere in Gotham, and naturally he has to zip over immediately, just in case something's wrong. He finds Dick sitting on the roof of the Manor, and it turns out that Bruce was over an hour late for a dinner date, only to cancel it via text. Clark offers to take Dick to dinner, so that he doesn't waste his reservation, except he needs to fly home very quickly first to get out of the sweats and t-shirt he had thrown on, but Dick tells him not to bother, changes out of his own nice suit and into general bang-around clothes, and they go to this very fancy, freshly opened Italian restaurant for a very nice dinner

The second time, Clark tries not to be annoyed and tries to remember it's none of his business when Bruce cancels another date only a few weeks later, this time to a new museum exhibit. This time is in the middle of the day, and Clark has to get Lois to cover for him with Perry before going to find Dick again sobbing on the roof. After the museum, they go for ice cream at the place they used to go after long patrols, the few times Superman was in charge of Robin's patrolling the city alone. This is also when Clark starts to catch feelings, but he brushes them off as just wishing Bruce was treating Dick better

The third time, Dick texts Clark in the early evening to ask if he wants to go to disco night at the local roller rink, because Bruce is a no show. Clark agrees, only to realize he definitely has feelings for Dick when Dick shows up in a clearly fan-made Discowing-inspired casual cosplay. He's also terrible at roller skating, and Dick has to hold his hand to keep him from falling, which naturally Clark has mixed feelings about. Bruce is at the Manor when Clark drives Dick home, and doesn't seem to notice how Dick immediately lights up upon seeing him, but Clark ends up feeling guilty for thinking Dick deserves better anyway

The fourth time is another time Clark's getting home from work only to overhear Dick crying, except this time Dick is also clearly singing/screaming along to terrible break up songs on what sounds like a car stereo. When he flies over, Clark finds Dick parked down the road from a drive-in theater. Dick immediately scootches over to the passenger seat and tells Clark that he was really looking forward to the movies tonight, so Clark drives them in and they watch the movies. It's a double feature, Back to the Future and Back to the Future II, and there is a kiss!! Finally!! Which Clark feels horribly guilty for, even though Dick tries to tell him it's fine

The fifth time, Clark is helping Bruce with some case or another in the Cave, when Dick comes down to ask Bruce if he's ready to go. Bruce tells him to go without him, and Dick rolls his eyes and asks Clark if he wants to go to the circus with him, because he's been looking forward to this night for months now. Bruce doesn't even object to this, and Clark agrees to go. While there, Dick spends the first part of the night on his phone, then puts it away and slides his hand into Clark's and, when Clark asks what Bruce would have to say about that, tells him that he's done with trying to date Bruce and would rather see where this goes. And it almost feels like a normal date after that, complete with a goodnight kiss 😌

And finally the plus one!! Dick invites Clark to breakfast at a little family-run cafe just down the block from Wayne Enterprises, and they catch up on Dick's latest cases and the latest office drama at the Planet, and it's a lovely first date!

I'm still working on fully fleshing out the zero draft, but this fic completely haunts me on a very regular basis, so I'm hoping to be able to get to work on it once I finish my current first drafts!! Thanks again for the ask!

#asks #superwing #i love their dynamic so so so much #really genuinely i am such a multishipper but these two are just so.#i love themb

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Off the top of your head, what CNC scenes have you already imagined for clexa?

I haven’t given it much thought tbh. And there will be more than one but they both like a feeling of realism in it rather than a completely fictional scene. They won’t play characters but themselves (they do try a couple of ones where it’s more roleplaying characters but neither of them seem to be able to get into it as much). Also it’s pretty into their relationship, when they know each other well enough to know how much they can and can’t push. It’s not something they try within the first few hookups.

But anyways let’s see, off the top of my head and keeping all that in mind. This probably isn’t the first time either because I feel like the first time they do it, there will be some breaks and them coming out of character just to ensure the other is okay. This isn’t really a snippet but somewhere between that and an idea.

They discussed it the day before. Hard limits and hard no’s. Settled on a safe word just in case. And they’re both very comfortable with it, they trust each other to do a scene like that without any sort of negative fear. Because lbr, the fear is half the fun.

It starts off any other date night. Getting home and on the couch in front of the TV, making out while ignoring Netflix, getting handsy.

But that’s when the night changes to accommodate for their new plans. Lexa saying she’s not in the mood in the mood tonight, and Clarke being all sweet and trying to persuade her. But Lexa doesn’t budge, firm in that she doesn’t want to tonight (when in reality she is vibrating with excitement and cannot wait for what’s to come). So Clarke gives in. They decide to go to bed.

That’s when Clarke starts being a little more persistent. Eventually she talks Lexa into just blowing her, saying that’ll be enough and Lexa reluctantly goes along with it, like fine if it’ll make you stop asking, I’ll make you cum.

Only Clarke pulls out the moment she’s hard on Lexa’s mouth. And that’s when things start to get rough. It’s not hard for Clarke to overpower Lexa (especially when she’s so willing to be overpowered) even when she’s resisting. A lot of pleas of no and please don’t. But none of it deters Clarke. She pushes her down on the bed on her front, a hand on Lexa’s back while her legs pin down Lexa’s, pushing them apart.

That struggle is half the fun, Lexa writhing and squirming and begging Clarke to not, telling her they’ll make it up to them later. But Clarke just shushes them, says to just relax and take it like the good girl she is.

Finally, after barking out warnings and orders to just shut up and behave, Clarke reaches for the lube and pushes herself inside Lexa. It’s rough and careless and even inconsiderate at the way she shoves her dick inside Lexa. And she has to hold them down as they cry and bitch about how it hurts and how it’s too much and begs Clarke to at least slow down if she’s not going to stop.

But Clarke doesn’t. She keeps going at her own pace, keeps fucking them in a way that says she only cares about her own release. And eventually Lexa’s all tired out of fighting back and her body goes slack. That’s when Clarke praises them and asks “do you like how it feels when I fuck you baby?” And Lexa shakes her head, “no it doesn’t feel good. It hurts Clarke.” That earns a particularly hard thrust before Clarke comments “no? Then why are you so loose and pliant for me? Why are you taking me so well if you don’t like it?”

Ends with Clarke cumming inside Lexa. And she pulls out and says she’s a good little toy for her because they made her feel so good. Lexa just whines and frowns and asks Clarke if she’s finally done. But Clarke is like “no not yet, now is my toy’s turn you get a reward for making me cum.” And Lexa’s shaking her head again, saying she’s too tired and too worn out and doesn’t want to now. But Clarke flips them around so they’re lying on the back and pins them to the bed before sucking them off. Lexa wriggles and kicks her legs but nothing deters Clarke, even when Lexa is begging her to stop because it’s too intense and it’s too much and she can’t take it, Clarke doesn’t stop until she makes them cum and feels the small stream of cum in her mouth.

Needless to say, this is all followed by a lot of aftercare and snuggles and kisses and reassurance from both sides that they both enjoyed it.

#aftercare is mandatory!!!!!#the extent of it depends on the scene #and scenes like this especially require a more thorough and involved aftercare portion!!!!#Clarke takes it very seriously #and lexa loves every second of it #t4t au #my writing #(kind of)

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[Suicide Squad] Nimrod

Once, a powerful ruler tried to build a tower to the heavens…

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, installment 17.5. a standalone fragment set immediately after Princess part 17.

this piece is rated PG-13 for brief violence and discussion of a jailbreak; the Princess series as a whole is for mature audiences. It is edifying, but not completely necessary, to have read the Dark Nights: Metal event.

BAR.

Nimrod

It’s a taunt.

Waller is absolutely daring him to run headlong into her trap.

He’s been putting his hand in the lion’s mouth, and now she wants him angry and overconfident enough to put his head in.

To an extent, he’s falling for it. He watches the video again and again, getting angrier every time he sees the moment Joker gets upset. The fist in his hair changes the entire line of his body, broadcasting tension and violence as he manipulates the cheap handcuffs. Boot to the knee, fist to the nose. Bullet through the window. Flag through the door. Floor lamp to the head. Joker drops down with a knife just as the camera drone retreats.

Bruce knows he didn’t kill that man—he wouldn’t. He promised. But there are a lot of things a knife can do besides killing outright, and it’s possible Joker was upset enough to ignore the knowledge that Bruce would still be disappointed if he inflicted a fatal wound and walked away.

Bruce is also self-aware enough to acknowledge that some of his anger is coming from the frustration of other people touching what’s his. It’s a character flaw he’s had since at least the death of his parents; more than one therapist has suggested it’s part of a need for control, related at least in part to a savior complex. If he can’t even keep people from touching Joker, he can’t protect the man. Couldn’t protect him from the situation that led to his fall at Ace Chemical, couldn’t protect him from Jason and their subsequent mutual wrath, couldn’t protect him from Waller.

And if she manages to get him killed…

Bruce has no idea what kind of creature he could become.

He’s left failsafes, of course—taught Dick and Tim and Alfred what to do, put automated protocols in place, left instructions for the League in case they need to take him out. He hopes he’s imagined himself as much more dangerous than he truly is, so that they’re properly prepared. He almost killed Clark once…maybe he would be an even more terrifying monster. In Bruce’s nightmares, Clark only wanted to wreak vengeance, and only on a single world; in desperation, Bruce might take his wrath out on many worlds, seeking one where he could regain what he’d lost, destroying everything in his wake and laughing over the corpses of whole universes…

He shakes the thought away.

He has to get Joker back now, regardless of the state of Arkham, regardless of ‘Warden’ Strange and Dr. Crane. He’ll need at least one accomplice, and he can’t depend on Flag to pull it off alone—not in the heart of a prison built for extraordinary prisoners. He can’t ask something so morally ambiguous of Barry or Clark. Arthur could be helpful, in the middle of the bayou. Victor. Diana. He briefly considers dragging Zatanna or Shayera into it, but assumes neither would be willing to help rescue the Joker, of all people. Constantine might be willing to lend a hand, if he’s sober; he spends a considerable amount of time at Joker’s club, after all.

The computer beeps.

No. Arthur’s in Malaysia and Constantine is in Poland. Not enough time. Joker’s mistreatment might be enough to sway Victor into helping, but he won’t be at his best in a fairly confined killbox surrounded by guards firing from cover…

High heels on stone.

“Bruce?” Diana calls. “If you keep skipping dinner, you’re going to hurt Alfred’s feelings. Even Barry was here tonight. Tim said you were down here obsessing over something.”

“He’s not a hundred percent wrong,” Bruce admits. “Was Lois here? Did she manage to get that interview with Hugo Strange?”

“Friday morning, apparently. They’ve offered her a tour of Arkham Island. They’re going to tell her all about their revolutionary new therapy that they hope to use on the criminally insane nationwide.”

“Because that’s not a disturbing thing to say at all,” Bruce grumbles, pulling up more schematics and blueprints. The only way in and out without a small army (or a lot of casualties) is from the air.

Diana steps closer. “You have files on all of us?” she asks with a note of displeasure.

“Yes, I have files on all of us,” Bruce replies. “Myself included. Every observation and conversation on Barry’s abilities, which may theoretically give him the power to travel through time or between alternate universes. Every suspected Themysciran spy and her potential provenance. Every known type of kryptonite and its effects on Kryptonian biology. Every case I’ve ever taken on, and everyone who’s interacted with the Batman.”

“And files on your nemeses as well?”

“My files on Lex Luthor are particularly extensive.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Barry says he’s evil—this Joker of yours. A madman.”

Bruce feels his face go hot with the immediate rush of anger, then cold with calm. “That’s an oversimplification. Joker is indisputably unwell, but with the appropriate guidance and motivation, his more violent urges can be controlled.” He glances at her. “His feelings are real. Our feelings are real.”

“Doesn’t look like much,” she says mildly, indicating the latest Arkham intake pictures.

“He’s smart as hell, and tenacious. Moral imperatives are meaningless to him, but he has his own boundaries and priorities. He pushes me, challenges me. In his own words, he makes me spectacular.”

“Kal-el said you don’t believe in killing…yet you romance a murderer?”

“You don’t have to understand us.”

She nods with what he thinks is approval. “Can I see his file?”

Bruce feels his cheeks warm—surely the file will reveal the extent of their mutual obsession… But so be it. Let it all hang out, so to speak. “Of course. You and Clark have full access to dossiers on the computer.” With just a few clicks, he expands the full file. Case folders line up across the screen, auxiliary to the collection of Arkham and Blackgate records, the original Ace Chemical incident, property files on the Jokers Wild club.

Her eyebrows rise. “Prolific,” she remarks.

After a moment, Bruce pulls up the old file on Jack as well.

She’s a fast reader, apparently, because just a few seconds later she says, “Oh, Bruce,” in a tone of mild parental exasperation.

“As you can see, we’ve actually been together a year and a half longer than he can remember. There’s something about knowing him as two vastly different people…my brain wouldn’t let me leave it alone. So.”

“I understand,” she says, and he believes her. A woman of her age, with the things she must have seen and lived through…no doubt she has obsessions of her own, like Captain Trevor. She nudges into his space to click open the most recent case file.

Everything he has on Joker’s time with ARGUS, including the taunting videos Waller has been sending under the guise of ‘keeping him informed.’

“He’s been particularly unhinged since he parted ways with Harley Quinn,” Bruce says. “I asked him to seek treatment, which I’ve discovered did not go well. Apparently, his therapist at Arkham didn’t believe him about our relationship and was trying to convince him it was a delusion. Then she drastically changed his medication. He was ripe for the picking when Waller got her claws on him.”

“You want to get him away from her. Doesn’t she coordinate the Justice Society?”

“She also runs Belle Reve Incarceration Facility, a prison for meta-human criminals where she stores all her favorite expendable toys. She sends them on dangerous wetworks missions in exchange for ten years off their sentences for each success, with the understanding that they could very likely be killed, and that she could end them herself if they misbehave in the field. Let them out like rabid dogs, shoot them if they bite the wrong hand.” He forces himself to unclench his fists. “She stole him right out from under me, and he could’ve been dead by the time I found out.”

Diana turns her head sharply. “Is she using him to extort you?”

“Almost definitely. She’s framing it like she’s doing him a favor, letting him work off his sentence and letting him have supervised visits with me…but she means it as a trap. I just don’t know when she plans to spring it, or how to get out of it.”

“She’s with the government, so she still has to operate within some rules…”

Bruce nods. “Which is why she isn’t trying to use my family as leverage. But he’s just psychotic criminal scum, so she can do what she wants.”

“Do you have a plan?”

He pulls up the aerial view of the prison and tells her what he has in mind.

Afterward, she gestures to the open courtyard where they’ll be dropping in. “Kal-el could—”

“Clark would not—and cannot—break into a prison to steal an inmate.”

“One who was being tormented and sent to his possible death on a regular basis? I think he would.”

“And I’m telling you he can’t, because that place is still run by the government and they already watch him like circling vultures. One toe out of line would send them running to LexCorp, potentially even setting the man himself free on yet another technicality, to make them weapons that can kill Clark. He is a living, breathing natural disaster under the wrong circumstances, and I intend to prevent those circumstances for as long as possible.”

After several seconds of silence, Diana puts a hand on his shoulder. “Just the two of us, then. Let’s go.”

“I may have to stay behind in order to get him out—don’t let the League come after me. Especially Barry: he’s starting to take too many risks.”

She hides a smile.

“What?”

“I just think it’s funny that you treat Barry like a child, but not Victor. You do know Barry is two years older?”

He ignores her. “The number one priority is taking away Waller’s leverage, so if she gets me, she can only get me.”

“In that case, we’re taking my jet instead of yours.”

He frowns. “You have a jet? I don’t remember ever seeing—”

“I know.”

.End.

#fanfic #Suicide Squad #CANON DIVERGENCE #universe alteration #fic series: princess #lol none of the Squad are in this one but the series is indubitably about them so...#i guess technically this particular part is a Justice League fic #but that fucks up my organizational schema so no #nana nana nana nana Batfleck

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