#he did it for jason and bc Bruce asked him too

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Shelia singlehandedly gave Jason so much trama and trust issues so fast. Bad parent speedrun

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Waitin All Day｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: how they confess

｡⁠☆Cw: Grovelling, low self esteem, you take a slight backseat in this one bc it's about THEM confessing not you, suggestive on Bruce's part, you're in a bra on Bruce's part but gn besides for that

｡⁠☆CH: Tim ☆ Jason ☆ Dick ☆ Bruce

✧Bruce✧

Confession in the heat of the moment.

You honestly had no idea Bruce liked you. Sure, you've had a crush on him for going on a year now, but he's so gently tempered and naturally flirty. This man can hide a gunshot wound like it's no problem, let alone some romantic feelings.

You've watched him flirt his way into the pants of all types of people. Some for fun, some for missions, some for WE. Hell, it's not like two haven't done your fair share of fooling around either.

It's not like anyone could blame you. He's rich, kind, and so so handsome. Anyone would do the same in your shoes.

Most people would also advise against falling in love with the most eligible bachelor in all of Gotham, however. In fact, if you were giving advice to anyone else, you would tell them that this is only bound to end in heartbreak.

Yet here you are, drooling over one of your closest, richest, promiscuous, friends. Like an absolute idiot.

Bruce, on the other hand has been head over heels since you first met. He noticed immediately when you started reciprocating.

Did he start flirting with you way more, just to see you flustered? It's a possibility that he won't admit to, if asked. Did he ever actually act on his feelings besides for a couple way too intense make-outs and dry humping? No, he did not.

He's a vigilante, you're a civilian. It just wouldn't work. Even if you do know his secret, his life is dangerous, and he wants danger very far away from you.

Still, he's always been a selfish man. He ends up confessing to you anyway.

It's spur of the moment, words he didn't mean to say. Despite the fear of dragging into his life, of you being hurt or kidnapped, he doesn't regret it. He could never regret loving you.

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You're sitting on his lap while he's laid down on his bed. Your fingers drag from button to button on his shirt, teasingly unclasping them as you lowly ramble on about your day. You're telling a bunch of benign stories, things that don't matter, that Bruce would care to hear about any other time than now.

His pupils are blown a little as his hands hold your hips in place. He's looking up at you with a fondly playful expression, a tiny lit of arousal dancing in his features.

"What about you, Bruce?" You ask, fingers teasing the second to last button on his shirt. "How was your day?"

"Mine? Nothing but meetings on top of meetings, I'm afraid."

His hands begin to roam, slipping under your shirt to tease the clasp of your bra. He does the action like it's absent minded, like he isn't even thinking about where his hands are, but you know he's aware of what he's doing.

You lean down and kiss a few lines up his hard chest. The light stutters in his chest only egg you on. It's like a shock of boldness shoots through you as the tip of your tongue licks at his skin. You might regret that later, but now your hands come up to ghost over his nipples under the guise of shifting his button down.

"I'm sorry your day's been so boring." You murmur into his chest.

"It's much better now."

"Yeah?"

His hand finally unclasps your bra.

"Mhm."

You're flipped suddenly. When your vision is straightened out Bruce's shirt is completely gone, leaving him bare on top of you. It's not easy to bury the heat crawling from your throat to your face, but you manage. Eventually.

Your shirt is next to go, exposing you to the chill of the room. Goosebumps instantly appear on your shoulders, but Bruce is there to rub them away.

"You're gorgeous." He whispers. "Exquisite."

You think that's a bit romantic for a friendly fuck, but okay, you're not complaining. Bruce is the man of your dreams, you'll take whatever placating words he wants to give. You can play pretend. It's like roleplay that hurts your heart afterwards.

Bruce must see a shift in your body language, or maybe he can tell you're not taking his compliment seriously. He frowns deep, an upset furrow in his brow.

"I'm serious. I've never been with anyone as tantalizing as you." His hands run up your shoulders to trap your wrists above your head. "You're beautiful, kind, charming." He plants a kiss to your throat with every compliment. "You're everything anyone could ever want."

You begin to slightly tune out his words. The soft dominance he's displaying is sending you into subspace faster than you want it to. That soft and fuzzy part of your brain is beckoning you back with Bruce's gentle, loving hands. It's too hard to shove it away.

"Do you understand that I'd make you mine if I could?"

"Yours?"

He pauses. You don't see the look of understanding cross his face when he realizes you're slipping away from him. You're turning into a needy puddle under his hands faster than you know, and quicker than you ever have. You barely process when he locks eyes with you. That heady fondness in his eyes that makes you grow warm, turning your already slowly melting brain into jello.

"Mine." He repeats. "I'd take you around to every party, every gala. Wear you on my arm to show off how lucky I am. Would you like that?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

Your lips lock, and one of his hands runs down your sides, feeling you. He leaves tingles behind the pads of his fingers.

"I'll tell you again later, I swear. I'll repeat it as many times as you need me to."

✧Dick✧

A confession connoisseur.

You've been dancing around each other for months. It's painful for everyone involved, including yourselves.

It's not like you both aren't aware that you like each other. You'd have to be blind not be aware of how gone you are for each other.

You both face constant questions. "Are you guys together?" "When are you going to start dating?" "You know he likes you, right?"

Which yes, of course you know he likes you. The man follows you around like a big puppy, and he won't let you open doors if he's around. He basically already acts like your boyfriend.

Heaven forbid you flirt with someone while you're out with him. He's behind you looming, looking just like the big bat himself. So mean, and so protective for someone who isn't dating you.

You always make as much known as well.

You're happy to take another guy's number if he gets his ass in gear. Dick's "You're not actually gonna call him, are you?" Goes completely ignored.

His confession takes forever because he is determined to make it perfect. Richard Grayson-Wayne is a boyfriend extraordinaire, and he wants to make sure you're aware. Hell, if he could swing it he'd ride in on a horse, swoop you up, and ride off into the sunset, like some sort of cheesy Disney movie.

And they say chivalry is dead? Wrong. It's right here.

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You're staying the manor for tonight. Dick is home visiting his family, and as usual, you're glued to his side. Whether it was by choice this time is anyone's guess.

Everyone's out on patrol, Alfred's down in the cave. You're alone in this giant house, besides Damian's various dogs and cats, of course. You took the chance to bond with Titus, you're both down in the family moving room, lounging.

Then a text pings on your phone, causing Titus to sniff at you.

Where r u ?

You roll your eyes.

The manor. Where else ?

No I mean wat room ?

Movie room. The small one.

Perfect. Look under the couch

You do, Titus staring at you with judgement when your back cracks from leaning over the arm.

There's a folded up piece of paper with a heart and your name. "Check the kitchen ♡"

Your phone pings again.

Have fun :)))

From there is a trail of clues. Different pieces of paper. Some with simple riddles attached, others with blatant directions, a few with gifts attached to them. At some point you even have to find Alfred to give you another little slip of paper, much to your embarrassment.

The end of the trail leads you straight to Dick. He's got a soft look on his face, his hair slick, but framing his chiseled face. He's wearing a suit as well, a gorgeous outfit in his hand, clearly tailored for you.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Grayson."

"Ouch, so cold to the man who's about to ask you out."

You smirk, a lovey-dovey emotion rolling around your chest. "Well, I'm waiting."

Dick pulls you toward him, one hand in yours, the other around your waist. He pulls you in so close your nose touch, and then slots himself in the crook of your shoulder and neck.

He whispers your name, but it comes out like a doggish whine.

"We're not even together yet, and I think I like you too much. My heart's beating so fast, it's making me sick. You're my favorite person, you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with- or at least, spend whatever time you'll give me, with you. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

You're speechless for a moment. You're clutching him, mouth agape, unable to see each other's faces.

"Baby, love of my life, will you go out with me?"

"Oh Dick, of course I will."

"Great, because I made dinner reservations for two, and it'd be awkward if I showed up by myself."

✧Jason✧

Thinks you deserve a confession, but is as emotionally constipated as his father, unfortunately.

You know he's trying to confess months before he actually does it. You can see it in the way his fingers linger on your skin, how his cheeks flush when you catch him staring. It's adorable watching this giant wall of a man stumble over you like a little school girl.

You also know Jason is much too proud to allow you to confess first. He would never forgive you if you beat him to the punch, so you wait patiently. Well, maybe not patiently. You're complaining to any friend that will listen to you, griping over how cute it is, but how it's driving you mad that he won't just ask. There's no chance in hell you would reject him, and Jason should know that! You've made yourself incredibly obvious.

Still, he spends months trying and failing to confess to you. He'll start, quiet but firm, a little flush on his cheeks. But the moment he looks at you it all falls apart. His heart stutters, causing his brain to stutter, causing his mouth to stutter, and then he just ends up covering your face with his hand.

You pick fun at him as he tells you to shut up, but you both know he'll have to deal with it until he actually finally confesses.

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"Hey."

You know just by his tone where this is going, you've already played this song and dance twice this month. Still, you tilt your head towards him, giving him your utmost attention.

"Hey yourself."

You're sitting on your couch as he's leaning against your wall. His arms are crossed, eyes averted to the ground. It's weird to see such a big man looking so... Tiny...

Jason huffs out a mirthless laugh. "Sorry, I just- I... Fuck."

"Jason?"

"No, don't talk or I'll lose my nerve again." You smother a giggle with your hand. "Don't laugh either, asshole."

You open your mouth to say sorry, but think better of it at the last second. Your mouth shuts with an audible click.

"Th-Thanks. Listen, 'm sorry I haven't been... The most forthcoming with my emotions. I'm trying, but it's- fuck- it's hard, but I'm trying. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better, for you. It's not fair to confess to you when I can't even talk about how I'm feeling, but I'm still doing it anyway because I'm an asshole. God, I'm such an asshole, but-"

"Jason."

"Let me talk, please. I'm an asshole, I'm cruel, unempathetic, and I'm so scared I'm going to hurt you. You deserve everything and more, and I can't even give you half of it, but-but I'm still begging you to give me a chance. Please."

He's made his way over to the couch. His head is pressed onto your knees, his hands squeezing your calves. You press a hand into his thick black curls, gripping the strands as you run your finger through them.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Jason, did you think I was going to say no?"

"Well- no." Really, you can read each other like books at this point. "But I think you should say no. I think if you had any sort of self preservation you'd say no."

"But?"

"But you're the most reckless Gothamite I've ever met, you wouldn't know self preservation if it punched you in the face."

You laugh, and he looks at you with a fond exasperation.

✧Tim✧

Not the confession type.

He's the type to get worked up about the confession. The type to plan and plan and plan until he can't plan anymore, then scrap the entire thing the moment he sees your face.

Because this isn't good enough for you. Nothing is good enough for you. You deserve anything and everything he could ever give, just a 251 step plan? Not enough.

So getting together with Tim is less confession, and more evolution.

It's "I made us coffee" to "let's hold hands" to "I miss you" to "I love you". It's gradual, soft, and easy. Boundaries are pushed in the most gentle way they can be, words are shared in sounds soft enough only you can hear them. It's a cat's type of love, distant, but intimate at the same time.

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"I've been thinking about selling my apartment." You say, gazing around at the intermingling of yours and Tim's things.

Your books occupy his bookshelves, and your favorite mug is stacked on top of his dirty dishwasher. The hamper of clothes in the bathroom has your underwear in it, but it's balled up inside one of his shirts. His bedroom smells like your perfume, and his pillowcases smell like your hair products.

Tim's gaze snaps up from his laptop. "I think it'd be good for you to get out of that tiny place anyway." His hand has made its way to your thigh, right above your knee. "It's not like I don't have the room."

"I figured I should tell you first."

Tim's gaze also sweeps around the room. His eyebrow quirks as he turns back to you, making you flush a little. It's not like all your stuff isn't already here. There really wouldn't be a difference in whether you kept your apartment or not, except for how much cash is in your pocket.

"You're sweet." Tim placates, giving your thigh a squeeze before turning back to his work.

Chat here's my confession... I think love confessions are cringe I'm sorry </3 it's just... I'm aro and have vulnerability issues. Tim Drake, you're the only one here who gets it the rest of y'all... Pack it up... (I say as if I'm not the one who wrote this)

Originally was gonna include Damian and Duke but the post was getting laggy.

This is my first time writing Bruce. Did I do well ?

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ok, fake cryptid batfam is feeding me so well right now

like “the rumor around gotham is that a Bat watched the night” type

Bruce meets the JL and they all think hes some sort of meta when in actuality they could probably kill him with no sweat if he was unarmed

Bruce taking every precaution to make sure they keep thinking that way

Robin gets introduced as Bruce’s son/fellow cryptid and they all collectively freak out bc “HOLY SHIT THERES ANOTHER ONE???”

Bruce having to make up some bullshit excuse for why Robin is a child and going around fighting crime (some excuse like: ACTUALLY he’s technically a thousand years old, so this is fine)

the rest of the batfam shows up with just elaborate fucking backstories all based in the original story that bruce made up

dick’s robin retires?

no worries, jason says, he’s currently waiting on his metamorphosis bc their species has to go through that before becoming an adult

jason dies but the backstory was that they were immortal?

no problem, tim explains that sometimes their species goes dormat because they’ve lost too much energy

they acquire steph, but only for a few days?

no worries, bruce explains, sometimes their species goes under shifting to find the right body

one of the ones that I read had Bruce using and recorder and faking having 2 hearts, which Clark could hear, and when the recorder broke, to bring in Robin and explain that Dick was his 2nd heart splitting off of him (The Hearts of Gotham by schrijverr on ao3)

another one was literally batfam pretending to be slightly human versions of the animals they were named after and kon, being desperately in love with tim as he does, decides to uses ttk to create and shape wildly expensive gems and diamonds for tim because he thinks that “birds like shiny things, right?” (tim is rightly very worried that kon, in his dumbassery, decided to make large enough diamonds to completely dismantle the industry) and clark is later shown these diamonds, also very worried about the sheer enormity of these gems (‘a fake cryptid and a real romantic’ series by suzukiblu on ao3)

another one had batfam using engineered wings for fight and flight and their wings were a perfect complement to their costumes

clark meets tim without wings and is freaking out because holy shit he has no wings did he rip them off where are they??

batfam bonds through wing painting and fixing and the jl is in awe of them and their wings

best part is most of batfam does not realize that jl thinks their wings are very real and not mechanics and only realize when one of the younger ones ask abt them (Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 on ao3)

plz plz plz give me more recs bc i love this trope so muchhh

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Listen I love the ‘dicks being ostracized from his family and self destructs’ trope in fics however

I would like an inverse just once (I could write it but I want this fic to be good so I can enjoy it and I am not the greatest writer) where everyone blows up at him and flat out lays into him and he just goes… okay… if that’s how you feel?

Takes himself off of the patrol routes and rosters. He’s off the emergency calls and his ‘call for city wide emergency’ has been down graded to ‘call for world wide emergency’ he’s no longer on comms with oracle

He stops offering assistance to the other kids teams, doesn’t send info for investigation and doesn’t go within 100feet of Gotham.

Takes himself off the den-mother, baby sitter, trainer for all the younger teams lost that involve any and all bats

In the beginning he vacates his apartment and temporarily moves in with Donna in New York and things are good because of course they are. They’re Dick and Donna a world doesn’t exist where they aren’t okay.

And then his presence in New York leads to a lot of the og core five titans interacting and they realize that they miss each other like hell and start to work together more and more. Until news sites are like ‘teen titans grown up??’ ‘Original titans spotted doing hurricane aid in Florida!’

Because Dick loves his family but he knows when to bow out. And he chose the family he made in the new teen titans.

And then one day one of the bats track him down in nyc and breaks into what is now Dick and Donna’s apartment and are ready to argue that they need him back and need him there for a huge Gotham wide event.

And Dick says ‘sure okay let me get my stuff and we leave in half and hour’ as soon as the first sentence is out

No convincing or begging or asking for money (cough Jason cough)

Dick is patched into their comms and he’s working efficiently except he’s not… acting like himself.

He’s collaborating with whoever they tell him too, no problem, he’s discussing ideal plans and co-ops and teams and how to best get it under control.

But he’s talking to them the way he talks when he’s offering aid to teams he’s not a part of.

Like the hero version of an acquaintance and no one can call him out on it because he’s doing good work. Work that’s on par with his work before this whole fiasco. He explicitly isn’t letting their personal issues affect his work.

He’s speaking but not talking

And Bruce remembers this… he’s probably the only one who does because last time he was the only one included. The last time Dick acted like this is when he first visited Jason and him after he had been fired.

Whenever Bruce was in the room and Dick was forced to speak with him, the conversation never strayed past business casual especially around Jason.

Batman and Nightwing got into screaming matches

Bruce and Dick were strangers

And now they’re back to this, 7 kids later, a million ends of the world stopped, they’ve bled together, cried together and clung to each other in pure relief after they managed to clutch victory.

And Nightwing was treating Batman Inc like a new team stepping onto the scene.

Once they’ve secured everything and managed to keep Bruce from self destructing and making it worse. Dick just leaves and tells oracle that he’ll send over his debrief in 3-5 business days and it was nice working with them.

And then he’s gone

No cave, no manor, no Alfred, no med-bay because Dick doesn’t stay places he’s not welcome.

And after they all talk about that and how weird it was and Bruce reveals Dick did this before when he was Nightwing after Bruce fired, where Dick Grayson didn’t know Bruce Wayne.

And one of the kids asks when he broke and stopped the act and Bruce just says ‘the day he found out Jason died’

And the Batkids kinda freak bc what do you mean?? What is he only going to come back when someone dies? Thats not? There has to be another way?? And Bruce is like yeah no idea sorry (bc he’s helpful like that)

So then Steph the next day resolves to go visit him, Tim isn’t the only professional stalker. And she finds Dick and Donna’s apartment and well it’s daylight and she’s in civvies she’s if she climbs in through the window she might get reported to the NYPD and she doesn’t wanna get arrested or shot to door it is!

And so she goes and knocks and Dick opens the door and just lights up

Something something this is such a nice surprise something something it’s so good to see you.

Dick had taught Donna how to make some of his mother recipes when they were kids. So now whenever they’re together for a long time they cook together.

So Dick who is usually living in a cluttered apartment with no clean dishes and an exclusively grab and go food is now trying to force feed her some of his cooking.

Because he picked up the habit again since he’s the better cook between him and Donna.

And it’s delicious and he wants to catch up and hear everything that’s going on in her life, is she working with new people, dating anyone? How is her relationship with her mother etc etc.

It’s a nice day and she stays late and never confronts him on anything until she sees how long ago the sun set and she needs to get moving.

He hands her paper with his number and makes her promise not to give it to the others or she will lose access to it, he offers to help her on a conditional basis as nightwing but only her, she can call him about the rest if it’s an end of the world or they’re near death and need immediate aid.

And that’s like the fic because the key to winning nightwings assistance is like breathing (optional) but if you’re Dicks family you have to care or else. He’ll love you and help you, when you need it but he won’t tie his life up with yours, he’ll spend his time with people who value his opinion and the person behind the mask.

Anyway cue all the Batkids trying to do what Steph did and fail because they’re neurotic shits who think bonding involves doing casework together or a steak out.

(The next person to crack it is Damian, completely unintentionally he has a fight with Bruce and can’t ask him how the fuck he’s supposed to solve this equation in the new stupid way they’re teaching him no he can’t use the old method they’re supposed to show their work so he pulls up to Dick and Donna’s in a ratty ass hoodie like plz wtf do you mean you work top down explain Grayson- and dicks like awww no problem kid)

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"Young and Beautiful"

Prologue

ya'll, I cannot sleep with my arm in this stupid cast, so i started rereading "the great Gatsby" (my comfort book) and i got this idea. i know, i know, i have 3 unfinished fics buttttttt i'm injured and this is my blog and i have free will so i'm writing this. This is yandere romantic batboys and bruce x reader. BUT set in the roaring 20's. Send in asks, requests, ideas, and just what you think about this! Likes, comments, reblogs and asks are encouraged and keep me going! Love yall <333. This is written in 1st person, reader is recalling events in her journal. This is a rough draft for the prologue! Sorry if it doesnt make sense, i'm high off pain meds writing this bc i'm BORED.

The first time I saw Jason Todd, he was nothing to me Just another boy in my father’s estate, covered in dirt, hands rough from labor, his bruised knuckles proof of a fight he hadn’t won. His blue eyes were sharp, full of something wild, something untamed, something that made you bristle, the kind of fire you knew to stay away from, even at 12 years old.

The first time I spoke to Jason Todd, two years after I saw him, I thought he was filth.

He was a boy covered in dirt, his hands stained with mud and the smell of horses, his knuckles raw from a fight he clearly hadn’t won. His face was sharp, bruised, skinny and too wild for someone who worked under my father’s name. He was nothing, just another street rat lucky enough to be given work in my father’s stables, another nameless stray that old Mr. Wilkes had dragged in from the gutters of Gotham. He smelled like sweat, hay, and something sharp, something angry.

I was fourteen years old and wore pearls around my throat, a silk dress with delicate lace at the sleeves. My father’s estate stretched over rolling green fields, our mansion standing tall like something out of a dream. My mother’s hands were soft, her perfume sweet, and I had never known hunger or want. My world was a world of glittering lights and expensive champagne, of high society and grand parties, of people who smiled with their teeth but whispered behind painted fans.

Jason Todd did not belong in my world.

Yet, somehow, he slipped in like a stain on silk.

We met on the back steps of the estate, where the stable boys cut through to the gardens. I was waiting for my automobile when he nearly ran into me, boots dragging dust over my polished shoes.

Jason Todd? He was filth beneath my shoes.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Because the first time I met him, he nearly ran into me.

He didn’t bow like other servants did, he didn’t apologize profusely and beg for forgiveness.

He barely even looked at me before muttering, “Watch it,” like I was in his way.

I had never been spoken to like that in my life.

I hated him immediately.

I took a startled step back, wrinkling my nose at the smell of sweat, hay, and horse.

The nerve.

I straightened my back like Daddy told me to when I wanted to look serious and I tilted my chin up as I stared down at him. "Excuse me?"

Jason smirked, slow and lazy, eyes glinting with amusement. "Did I stutter?"

I had never wanted to slap someone so badly.

Instead, I remember turning and walked away, forgetting my plans of going into town, heels clicking sharply against the stone, vowing to never look at him again and to hate him forever, no matter how handsome he was,.

That vow didn’t last long, especially when he took off his shirt.

Jason was everywhere.

I saw him at the stables, his shirtless back slick with sweat, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he worked. I saw him sneaking apples from the kitchen, disappearing into the trees, laughter on his lips. I saw him in the streets, fists flying, always coming back with fresh bruises, always alive in a way no one else was.

And then, you heard about him.

"That stable boy got into another fight," the maids whispered. "Damn near killed the other boy, apparently the other kid got smart about his lady."

At the time, I thought the strange burning feeling in my gut was disgust at even hearing Jason's name. Now I know, what I felt was pure jealousy, not knowing the 'lady' Jason nearly killed a boy over was me.

"He’s trouble," my mother warned when I asked about him at dinner. "Keep away from him, sweetheart."

"He won’t last long here," my mother sighed. "That kind of boy never does, no matter how much of a soft spot your father has for him."

My father pitied Jason, told me I oughta be nicer to him like I am to the other workers (he would regret that statement soon.)

He had no one. No mother, no father, no family, nothing but the clothes on his back and determination. He had what my father called "the look of a man who'd rather die than fail" and my father respected that.

But Jason did last.

I hated him.

Hated the way he smirked at me from across the gardens, like he knew something I didn’t.

I hated the way he never bowed, never apologized, never treated me like the others did.

I hated that when I was alone, when my father’s friends spoke about marrying me off to the sons of their business partners, I thought of Jason Todd instead.

The first conversation I had with Jason Todd was after I had fought with my father.

It was about marriage. About duty. About a boy I didn’t love.

I ran into the garden dramatically ignoring my father's desperate calls, pearls at my throat, tears in my eyes.

And Jason was already there.

Sprawled under an oak tree, cigarette between his lips, watching me like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

"You rich girls cry over the dumbest shit," he muttered.

I whipped around. "What did you just say to me?" How dare he speak to me like I was any other girl, like this wasn't my home, like he didn't work for my father.

Jason pushed himself up, boots kicking up dirt as he smirked. "You ever go to bed hungry?"

My breath caught. He had a point, you were privileged.

"Ever steal to survive?" His voice was low, teasing, sharp. "Ever wake up in the morning and wonder if you’ll still have a roof over your head by sundown?"

I didn’t answer, for the first time in years I felt something close to shame.

Jason tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with resentment. "Didn’t think so, princess."

I hated him. He made me feel childish. He humbled me. He burst my perfect bubble.

And I loved him for it.

I loved him for making you feel something real.

And that was the beginning of everything.

I loved Jason Todd.

I loved him when he me you out of the house at midnight and made me ride my horse bareback through the fields.

I loved him when he knocked the rich boy who called me a tease's teeth out.

I loved him when he threw pebbles at my window on the third floor and scaled the walls to my balcony.

I loved him when he kissed me for the first time at 14 under the summer stars, hands gripping my waist, mouth desperate against mine.

"You’re my Jason, my Jaybird," I whispered against his lips. Corny, but nothing felt better to say, especially when I saw his face.

Jason smiled like I had given him the whole damn world.

And he? He was my whole world.

When Jason was seventeen and I was fifteen, he walked into my father’s grand house, dressed in his best suit, nervous but determined and proud, his hands clean for once, his boots polished.

He asked my father for my hand in marriage. He asked my father for my hand and I thought he would say yes. Daddy always thought he was a hard worker, called him a real good sport.

He stood before my father and said, “I love her, sir. I’ll make her happy. Give me a chance. I ain't got much now, but one day I will. I'll give her what she's got and more.”

My father just laughed.

“Boy,” he said, shaking his head, “she’s not meant for men like you.”

Jason left that night, whispering a promise against my skin.

"I’ll come back for you, I'll be great. Be a man like how your daddy wants, rich and proper, he'll have to say yes."

I waited, god knows I did.

I wrote letters to the last address he gave me every single day.

For five years. Till I turned twenty. I never looked at another man, I had my Jason.

I waited for him to reply, fought off suitors and pressure from my mother. I waited for a reply, that he was coming soon, that he missed me.

I waited.

And my Jaybird never came back.

My father loved me.

He regretted turning Jason away five years later, when I still refused to marry. He never forced me to marry, not even when the years passed and my suitors grew frustrated with my refusals.

He saw my misery, my longing and admitted, “I should’ve said yes. I should’ve let you have him.”

He thought my Jason was a passing infatuation, he wondered what people would say about his daughter marrying the stable boy.

He wished he saw my love for Jason sooner.

But love wasn’t enough to keep the debt collectors away.

I knew something was wrong when my father began to look stressed, when my parents began to argue, and when I heard my mother cry herself to sleep after selling her favorite pearls.

My father was going to loose everything all at once.

The steel business wasn't what it used to be.

And then suddenly, Bruce Wayne arrived like a knight in shining armor.

He was older than me, 18 years my senior. Refined, powerful, and dangerously charming.

And most importantly, rich. He was exactly what I needed to stop my family's fall from grace.

Bruce courted me like a gentleman.

He sent roses every morning, took me to the finest restaurants, whispered in my ear about a future where I would never want for anything again.

He was patient.

He never forced me to love him.

He only asked for one thing.

"Let me take care of you."

I kept Bruce waiting for three months. All I could do was think of Jason. I knew he was not returning, that he either was dead or found some other pretty girl to make promises to.

I told myself love was not enough to fill an empty stomach and keep my parents happy like they did for me.

I told myself that Jason Todd was not coming back to save me, yet each morning I woke up waiting for a letter or pebbles thrown at my window.

After four months of courting, I decided.

And at twenty, I became Mrs. Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd never sent me a single letter, but I still dreamed of my Jaybird even as I looked at the massive ring on my finger.

OKKKKK SO WHAT YA'LL THINK??? CONTINUE OR DELETE??? FLOP OR BOP? SEND IN ASKS!!!! I MISS YALL! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ROMANCE W JASON AND BRUCE. I REALLY LIKE THIS AU!!!! WHAT DO YALL THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN? SORRU IF IT SUCKS OR DOESNT MAKE SENSE, I'M SO HIGH BRO.

BE NICE PLEASE, I'M IN PAIN! THIS IS NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

[euphoria-looney]

Hold Me, Console Me, And then I’ll Leave Without a Trace, No One Noticed by The Marias

Before we start this has many ideas for authors and some are specific, so if you notice “Hey that looks like what idea I put into my post” PLEASE TELL ME, I would love to give you credit, bc I probably would have never made this without it!

and greatgooglymoogly (my friend, I don't discriminate against other greatgogglymoogly's) if you see this scroll, admire how aesthetic this post is and scroll./j

(This has a mother!darling and a daughter!darling, and they are separate from the reader- unless you decide they aren’t 😍😍)

gn!reader (if I accidentally make them seem too feminine, I’m sorry 😞)

So Much More.

Pt. 1 Pt.2

All my life, I held onto this thin piece of thread called hope. It started off as a rope, almost strangled myself with it, but as time went on and as it started dwindling down, it started snapping.

So, now, the only thing that kept this “rope” connected was a thin piece of thread, too bad, it broke. Due to people who were honestly victims.

Bruce Wayne.

Everyone knows him, who cares if you love him, who cares if you hate him, I mean eat the rich, and who cares if you don’t care about him. To me, he’s a good-for-nothing sperm donor who was also my landlord.

My dear mother, (M/N) (L/N). What a diva she was. She gave me everything and so much more. She embraced me in such comfort that I could feel myself slipping when it disappeared from right under me.

Gotham City is one of the many crime-raided cities there is in the world, anything could go wrong.

Luckily for momma, she died through a natural death, unluckily for me, she was my everything. I mean really, a child no older than 4 frantically searching for something, anything. Desperation creeping in, dialing an emergency call, with terrible service and small fat fingers that didn’t even know how to operate such a stupid telephone that only worked if you used it at an angle.

May my dearest momma lay in a field of flowers, sunlight kissing her skin, that was the fantasy she told me she’d love to take me to. Something Gotham City could only be reached if there was no such thing as heroes, villains, or vigilantes.

If it wasn’t for my appearance I’d would had gone to an orphanage, th officer or whatever he was, Gorgan? Gordon? Doesn’t matter, he called him someone.

a man who seemed so formal and elegant showed up, he would be my father figure, for the time I would spend in the manor. Since, it just so happens I had a 100 percent match with a certain millionaire, billionaire. The man that showed up was none other than my light in the dim, depressing place.

Alfred, the butler for the Bruce Wayne.

Ecstatic, I was, that’s when the rope appeared, my thoughts ran rapid.

Do I have siblings? How many? How’s my dad?

Questions after question, answered with… I hope you’re hungry for…

nothing 😐-

Alfred had answered all my questions, of course I met them all… eventually,

Richard, other wise known as “Dick”

He tried to give the impression to the family as a caring big brother. Well, not to me obviously. When he first met me, his first words were “Who’s the kid?”

“Who’s the kid?” Dick asked

“This is your new sibling, [name] Wayne”

He was there, for y’know that one second, moving on Tim.

Tim

I’ve never held a conversation with him, he breezed past me.

Jason.

BFFs, before he died, then came back to life, then shut me out.

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie

Was my idol, but they stuck their head up so high that they didn’t notice me. Making her nothing more than a second thought in my head.

Duke

Sweet kid, from what I've seen in the shadows.

Damian

He really, broke me in, hell if anyone’s impacted me, it’s him.

degrading me like I was a bug infestation.

Then he stopped, saying “I don’t have time to waste on you.”

Are you kidding me?

I did everything and more for the attention of my family.

Sports? You name it. I probably did it.

Instruments? Do you even know how many medals I've won?

Singing and dance are challenging but that doesn't mean I'm not perfect to the T.

But nothing worked, it's funny you'd think, with how pathetic I am, especially with all these attempts that idiotic thin thread would've already snapped.

No.

Do you know what made it snap? [M/D] and [D/D]. (The second D- stands for darling)

The pair were everyone's obsession.

[M/D], Bruce Wayne's one true love, if this hasn't been obvious my mother was a fling/rebound of Mr. Wayne. [M/D], beautiful, kind, and the object in the family's eyes. It's quite sad if anything, she's like a caged bird.

[D/D], younger than Damian.

Oh, I haven't given you the age scale from oldest to youngest.

Dick and Barbara are the same age, being the oldest

Jason

Tim, Stephanie, and Cassandra

Me

Duke

Damian

[D/D]

Out of these many children. Three are blood-related with Bruce Wayne, Me, Damian, and [D/D].

I'm getting off track.

[D/D], adored, so small you'd want to keep her in your pocket.

One thing was clear about these two. They were everything to the Wayne family.

That's when the string broke.

They came probably by force and hated the very thing I wanted, attention, and love.

I wish I could say I hate them, as they were parallel to me and my mother.

My mother, who was the other woman.

My mother, who never held a grudge.

My mother, who died in a cold, dark room.

My mother, who could never see what type of person I am today.

But I couldn't hate them. I can't. They were the only other ones who gave me that family bond that wanted for so long.

It didn't help that they seemed to deem me to be the favorite. [M/D] loved to be my 'mother' and in her eyes, I was her favorite child, of course behind [D/D] since I was normal compared to them.

[D/D] If I'm near her, maybe grabbing a snack while the family is having 'family game night' she'd somehow spot me, giving that puppy-eyed look, pulling me to join them.

I would, if it's not for the way I would feel these eyes boring on me.

'Why do you have to be here, why are you ruining the moment, who are you?'

I'd pull my hand away, shaking my head, patting her hair, before making it back to the dim, dark hallway, so empty, that you could hear each echo of the step.

As I sit here complaining, at least today's, the day. I'm officially 18.

That's right. 18 years of age and everything I just wrote down has been a recap of my life.

This is my 14th journal. For each year that I've been in the manor, I had a journal, that captured each year of my life, from my emo phase to my popular phase, and now here, the year I graduate, the year that I officially move out.

My first journal was a composition journal, Alfred had no idea what I would like, everyone else was busy according to him, he gave me this journal and told me to write everything I felt, and nobody would ever see it. It's stained definitely. My first-ever entry was: "I wish I got a pet to keep me company, at least that would be better than this stupid silence."

Okay, so maybe there were a lot of spelling mistakes. I don't need to write it down. Even trying to decipher that whole sentence was hard. Not the point I would lose interest every few months before coming back to it. Then it became a hobby. It's very important to me.

I graduated yesterday, too bad nobody was there. Alfred was too busy to come to celebrate it, since graduations are long and take a while, his job came first before anything. Today is my birthday, it's a joke if anything. The day before my graduation is my birthday. I bought this journal yesterday as a little celebration gift and to me in general to celebrate my birthday.

That should be all for my entry.

Yours truly,

[Name] [Last Name]

-

Standing up I glance at my bookshelf filled with different genres of books, split into non-fiction and fiction. Journals filled with information from books, facts that mattered, and scenes that hit me deeply.

Junk journals, bullet journals, and the sheld that mattered the most to me.

My personal journals. 15 journals including the one that I was holding my hand.

A knock broke my thoughts, I slipped the journal I had in my hand onto the shelf before opening the door.

"Happy birthday, young master. I made a cupcake batch for you. Even an edible candle." He held cupcakes to me arranged so delicately with a candle on the center cupcake.

I'm going to miss him so much when I leave. So much so that I didn't even notice the tears slipping from my eyes.

"Oh dear, young master, I'm so sorry that I missed your graduation yesterday, and of course, the others wanted to be there- they were-"

"No, it's not that Alfred- Thank you so much, for everything." I engulfed him in a hug. Something I hadn't done since I was a child.

He held me and consoled me before leaving as it seemed [D/D] had adopted another feral animal or something like that.

I smiled and nodded at him when he apologized for having to go, shaking my head in understanding.

I looked over everything in my room. I would leave everything behind, including my journals. Even the newly bought one. If I was going to leave. I wanted to at least have something that showed.

I existed.

I would leave without a trace that I had left in the first place. And even leaving all these books here, I'm sure you couldn't even tell this would be a room without the bed, just some library with random entries from this random room.

Like a coward, I'll leave a letter for Alfred. For him, and only him.

With that, I bid the manor goodbye. With whatever presents I had anyway.

Also if this is cringy, just let me be delusional and believe that I ate this shit up.

Kind of new to how to format on Tumblr, and how to make posts pretty.

Anyway I wrote this with Grammarly so if you see any mistakes with the writing, I say "boo"

Hoped you enjoyed, bc I'm brewing up the next part... and also how to make a masterlist and all that jazz.

[kenyummy]

Heyyo!!! I'm loving the series of the Ballad of the Bygone. I do want to ask where is the original MC (DC! MC) in the DC universe? Did they die? Gotten isekaid to the Marvel universe?

Also, will the family, specifically Jason, have some guilt for using MC as a replacement for DC! MC. Like, their original little sibling disappeared.

MY FIRST ASK AARFGGG IM SO EXCITED ok guys ❤️❤️❤️

i kind of briefly brushed over it in the first chapter (or the second if u the count the prolouge i guess) but the reader originally from the dc universe was kind of switched with the reader from marvel.

(ill use spidey and dc!reader respectively to represent the two)

dc!reader is with aunt may right now, and is obviously pretty freaked out but is actually enjoying themselves with how loving Aunt May really is. shes nothing like bruce and since dc!reader isnt spidey, she can spend a lot more time with them.

their bond with harry and mj is still the same and all in all their life just seems to be a lot better over there! though they wonder who spidey is exactly (and why that suit looks so darn familiar), and why the world seems to be mourning their loss...

on the second topic of your ask—yes! guilt is a huge driving factor for what makes the fam go a lil cuckoo !!!

they messed up baddddd with dc!reader, they made them feel unwanted and bitter... so they need to fix it! they don't know you two aren't technically the same people at first, but when they find out, they're both relieved and upset.

you're not them, sure—but it's like they can start over with a new blank slate. even if they can't fix what they did to dc!reader, they can make it up by loving you as much as they possibly can!!! you don't have all those bad memories—but you don't have any of the good ones, either.

(those "good memories" were the reason why the dc!reader kept trying in the first place—in one of the chaps i wrote they were hinted at being "desperate" and that's solely bc they missed those good times they spent w dick jason alfred and bruce!!! but spidey couldn't care less—bc they have none of those memories).

their memories w dc!reader are so little and few that they can hardly remember what their personality was like, which is why it's so easy for them to "replace" dc!reader with spidey. it's a mix of that and their soul consuming guilt to make it all up to them—that drives them to get that bad

jason would feel one of the guiltiest—i purposely didn't write him as unknowingly neglectful, but more like a mix of the fact he's barely ever there, and that he doesn't want to ruin the old memories you have of him.

he's so different now—he's changed into somebody he doesn't even know, and whenever he looks at you, all he sees is that little kid he used to play hide and seek with. he can't bear to ruin your image of him into a cold blooded killer.

but when he finds you there—bleeding out after becoming a victim to the horrors of gotham—he just can't leave you alone like that anymore. he feels just so awful, that he has to make things right. he'll spend time with you again; he'll take you for a ride on his bike after midnight, even if Bruce hates it, hell—he'll even play hide and seek with you again, just to make it right.

but when you're revealed to not be dc!reader... well, like dick and bruce—he's too far gone to even care at that point, as much as he hates to admit it. it's hard for him to see you two as two different people—because he still sees you as that little kid.

he starts believing you are the dc!reader at some point—he keeps asking if you remember this, remember that, remember that burger place you all went to whenever joker was recaptured—and whenever you tell him you don't, he only shrugs it off as you being forgetful.

just because he simply cannot handle the fact that he messed up, you got hurt, and now he doesn't have a chance to make it up to dc!reader. you two are practically one and the same to him—because he didn't get to see you grow up, he didn't get to know you—this is his chance now.

(but deep down, the guilt eats him up inside. deep down he knows this isn't his [name]. deep down he knows he's just using you as a way to channel the feelings that consume him).

deep down—sometimes, he can't find it within himself to even care. as long as he has you.

thank you for asking even if I yapped ahahasggaaga

[pomegranatelifethis]

Hi!

Can I request a Yandere platonic batfam with a reader who is a massive bookworm, they didn’t appreciate them at first and neglected them until they turned Yandere for them

(Btw I didn’t see any rules for requesting on your blog so if there’s anything wrong with this request can you tell me or link your rules so I can improve them bc I love your writing)

I don't have any rules right now and I apologize for responding to your request late, I haven't been active for a long time 🙃

Overlooked Treasure

The Batfamily had always prided themselves on being tightly knit—at least, that’s what they claimed. But for you, the quietest member of the family, it was clear that their bond never quite reached you.

Living under the same roof as Gotham’s greatest heroes didn’t mean they actually noticed you. Bruce insisted he cared, but he was always too busy with crime-fighting. Dick smiled at you but never stayed long enough to ask how you were. Tim would sometimes forget you were even in the room. And Damian… well, Damian barely considered you worth his time.

So, you turned to books.

They became your escape, your comfort. Worlds made of ink and paper welcomed you more than the family who shared your home. Books never ignored you, never forgot you.

And the Batfamily? They never noticed.

Until they did.

Maybe it started when Bruce, during one of his late-night patrols at the Batcomputer, saw security footage of you reading alone in the manor’s dimly lit library. Or when Damian passed by the study at 3 a.m. and found you still awake, buried in yet another novel.

Maybe it was the guilt creeping into Tim’s chest when he realized he had no idea what kind of books you liked—despite you reading in front of him every day.

Whenever it started, things changed.

At first, it was subtle.

Dick began leaving new releases from your favorite series on your nightstand. Jason, somehow, got his hands on rare collector’s editions and casually dropped them off in your room. Tim started asking what you were reading—then, analyzing your choices like a puzzle he had to solve.

And Damian, who once dismissed you, now argued with you about literature, challenging your interpretations as if your mind was a battlefield he needed to conquer.

But then… things got strange.

One day, you told Bruce you were heading to your favorite bookstore. His response? A firm look and a simple, unsettling statement:

“Why would you leave? You have everything you need here.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.

Dick’s once warm smiles now felt suffocating. Jason started investigating the bookstores you frequented, ensuring that “no one gave you the wrong kind of books.” Tim dissected your reading habits, not out of curiosity, but to understand how your mind worked—how to control it.

And Damian?

Damian, who once barely acknowledged you, now treated you like a mental challenge. Every discussion was a test, every debate a way to shape your thinking, to mold you into someone he approved of.

Then, one day, you realized—

To them, you weren’t just a person anymore.

You were a book.

Something to study, analyze, and—most terrifyingly—rewrite.

But you refused to let them write your ending.

[sassatoru]

lovebat

pairing. batfamily x batsis!reader (platonic).

warnings. reader is a demi-god, child of aphrodite, pjo x dc crossover, bruce screwed a goddess and doesn’t even know, mentions of war, canon typical violence mentioned, set during hoo (heroes of olympus), i definitely messed the timeline up a bit, one use of y/n, you end up in a coma, unresolved familial issues, mommy diana, gaia’s dumbass, platonic percy bc percabeth is better than you, i’m fucking tired so rushes ending, no beta sorry,

request. yes / no

a/n. i’m really really sorry for how late this came, i’ve been busy with school crap and exams, and happy birthday lovely. might rewrite after i do part two bc i’m lazy.

You hated Gotham. The stinking streets and the annoying howl of the unnaturally chilly wind. And you hated him, your dad. sure you stayed with him right up until you were old enough to go leave for camp.

Well that was the plan.

You ran. You hated running but you did it, maybe because your dad hadn’t ever been a dad to you, probably because your could see the things that he never could. the strange creatures lingering in alleyways, weird looks you’d get from strangers at you primary school — mostly teachers. They probably thought it was because your big brother had just left you behind because he was mad at your dad. But in truth? You’d been attacked, and like any self preserving ‘human’ being, naturally you ran until you couldn’t run anymore. You were scared, there were things from storybooks and monsters straight out of a fantasy novel coming for you, and you had no idea what to do.

You weren’t really sure how far you’d ran, your only indicator that it was time to stop was the weakness in your knees and the way your nose struggled to get any air into your lungs. You were tired, so so tired, you ran right into a wall, or what you assumed was a wall. That thing chasing you? Definitely not human, had the city been infected with scarecrow’s fear toxin again? No. That was the least of your worries when the wall you bumped into chuckled softly, you shrieked in surprise turning to run the other way, only to be halted by a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Easy now, young one.” A woman’s voice speaks, the leaves crunching as she kneels down to your level, you gawk, recognising the voice of the tv. Wonder Woman. “Where are you off to, hm?” She asks, gently speaking to you, sensing your panic.

“Monsters,” you whisper, on guard again, eyes flicking around to look for them. Diana raises a brow. She’d come by a monster before she found you, but you had seen it, which definitely meant… demigod. No doubt about it.

“Oh really?” She hums curiously.

“You think I’m crazy,” you mutter defensively. She shakes her head, a definite no.

“Never, I saw it too.” She smiles as you light up at the thought of someone actually believing you, of Wonder Woman believing you. “I think I might know a place you’ll be safer at… If you want to go?”

An immediate yes, coming out in the form of a quick nod.

The rest of your journey was accompanied by your hero. ensuring that your trip was safe and successful, and you’d shared many secrets with her over that time too.

Namely? The identity of your father.

It was a bit awkward at first. Diana wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “Bruce? as in…?” she trailed off, her silent question following.

You nod and huff, “yeah, the very same.”

Nonetheless Diana did her duty, explained to you the life of a demigod, or why you might’ve struggled with things other kids would assume simple were easy. Things to reassure you that there was indeed nothing wrong with you. She felt guilty though, knowing Bruce was likely searching for his missing kid but this was the best option for you, not him.

You missed Dick. how does anyone expect a ten year old to just understand that her brother wasn’t coming home because of their dad? Answer, they shouldn’t.

You did your best to never think about them. Not Alfred, not Jason, not your big brother, and not thinking about how your dad hurt you was easy.

Especially when you met Percy, those four years of adventure and probably too many near death experiences were awesome. Percy called you ditzy for thinking so though, something about children of aphrodite being completely blind when it came to anything but love and make up.

He was joking of course, you’d saved his ass too many times for him to think that.

Back to the present though.

You needed away from camp for a bit, and not wanting to burden Percy’s family, especially with all the worrying the woman did about percy alone on — you’d made sally a beautiful gift she kept on her counter top to see everyday and you opted to return to the manor. And hopefully to ease some guilt that’d been eating at you for abandoning your family.

So you returned to the only place you knew. Gotham, not home, but just… Gotham.

Diana, ever the saviour, offered to escort you back, hoping to make it easier for you and Bruce without giving the full story. Mortals, especially sceptics like Bruce shouldn’t know the full existence of a place like camp half-blood, or maybe that was her father’s made up reason. But it was for the safety of those children, they were always in a state of unease, that didn’t need to be multiplied because the Batman is a paranoid freak.

Either way she feels terrible asking you to lie and leaving you stranded in that cursed mansion, Bruce should really get someone to make sure the place wasn’t actually haunted.

The days are quiet and the nights are awkward, with no around at the normal hours of the day and everyone bustling around at sundown.

Any interaction you have with the family is strained and short, though better than being subjected to long and awkward silences though and tough conversations.

Alfred is always as welcoming, just glad to have you back after so many years, even if you gave a rather confusing explanation to where you’d been.

And Duke, a the new guy, he hadn’t been here when you were living at the manor or maybe he was and you were just that out of touch with your father.

No matter, you could appreciate being able to talk to somebody during the day, someone with a normal schedule like yours.

But oh gods, Damian. the little bastard, you swear to Hera you’d have murdered the little bastard if it weren’t for your incredible patience you definitely had not inherited from either of your parents.

The little shit had the audacity to tell you that you were normal, just a civilian who contributed nothing to saving lives, as if you didn’t fight in a war — multiple if you counted the internal war you were constantly having.

But you couldn’t exactly share that. No, that’d be far too easy and life was never easy for demi-gods.

You thought you were making slow progress with your new and old siblings, before that was all interrupted with a iris message from annabeth informing you about Percy’s disappearance and the sudden appearance of a child of Zeus.

And you’re gone again, like the wind, no note or explanation, just an empty room you hadn’t ever really moved into.

You didn’t care though, not when Percy was gone and something was definitely wrong again.

And like a vicious cycle you’re sucked back into your godly parent’s war that no child should ever have to fight for but unfortunately gods are just as childish as lovesick fools.

War is hungry and desperate, eating away at everyone you love until it takes you too.

Percy’s shouts filled your ears, the last sight you’d been given was one of the closest thing you had to a brother rushing towards you before being launched backwards into the ground as you were flung the opposite way, into the ocean.

By the end you’re laid out on the dirt of your mother’s first home, Apollo kids and rookie (barely) healers run around trying to save people. Some don’t make it, and others like you end up unconscious for weeks.

Dionysus, or Mr D as you call him, doesn’t let many things slide, he’s already ready serving eternal punishment with the brats at camp, what’s a couple more years on eternity?

He sends Nico to inform your mortal family of the travesty that occurred and your condition. Diana is far too late to intervene anyways, plus if she really cared she’d have been there with the kids fighting.

So the bat’s are in for the shock of their lives when the scrawny pale Italian boy pops up out of literally nowhere, staring into their souls eerily, in a way that even sets Bruce off.

“Who the hell are you?” Damian hisses first, always the first to recklessly start a fight. Nico barely spares him a glance.

“Y/N is in a coma,” Nico says, eyes trained solely on Bruce. “I’ve been asked to… give you the details.” So he did, offering a vague and cryptic explanation of whatever he could, your demigod status, your role in camp, the war you fought in at 15 and the one you just fought in. The details of your injury and any other detail he could spare before disappearing through the shadows again.

They weren’t given details to find you though, Nico assumed from what you’d shared about your family during the trip across the globe to find Athena Parthenos, that you didn’t want them to find you.

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere dc: meeting camgirl! reader <3 pt. 2

Yuppp, this is the part two of my previous post <33 but this time she'll be meeting the rest of the batboys and kon! (reminder she has met some of them even from before!!)

if you get into the 'terry mcginnis' part and is confused on who he is, watch batman beyond bc hes the new batman and its sooo good and hes underrated <3

Anywho here it isss

BIG warning: this may more or less have the same amount of clownery as the last one so prepare my sweets and also my brain is fried so some parts might not make sense but i tried😔💔 please repost to support me i spent sm timee 😭

tim drake aka 'red robin':

Also one of your most biggest and creepiest faithful fans that you've ever had in your stream!

Hes a frequent donor AND victim to your relentless charms just like jason and dick.

Has met you before you decided to even become a cam girl, as you two both go to the same school AND classes too 🥰 (he may or may have not gotten bruce to manipulate the principal or some higher up into changing classes...)

he's like a lovesick highschool student who developed a crush, but this time more extreme.

While you on the otherhand, saw a weird looking boy staring at you with the most fullest smile you've ever seen. toothy, cheshire grin, and all-- (he ran away almost IMMEDIATELY when you saw him)

(...you also chased after him when he ran 💀 he was shooked, but stops once your hand grabs his shoulder and you ask him who he was)

"You >:D i saw you looking at me, who are you >:)"

...my, he never knew you were this bold... you really need to stop being so cute or your further fueling his delusions i swear--

You shake him. "Ow- okay-- my name's Tim--"

You then smile and drag a stunned but intrigued timothy with you.

...Are you perhaps some social butterfly, darling?...

From that moment on, tim's interest in you increases and a friendship between you and him bloomed! Hes so proud of himself for making the first move even though you did it first...

(Again, dont ask how darling lives in bludhaven, but meets tim and jason whose in gotham 💀 either think of her as having teleportation powers being the reason for the frequent back-and-forths or tim being so obssessed, he moves in bludhaven just to see reader--)

When i said creepy, i said c r e e p y. Even worse than klarion, thaddeus, and even dick who i said before was on another level 😦

Tim is both sweet, nervous, and shy... or at least, is how he shows himself for you.

he must look decent for you or how else would he make you reciprocate his feelings?

He's capable of changing in a blink of an eye so anybody who isn't his beloved, dont test him, okay? <3

He sits in the back with darling in class. In the back. You heard me.

Normally he'd be in the front to be able to see and listen better, but darling is a slacker so--

He sighs, looking at his rushed and poorly written notes. He doesnt even know what the topic is anymore, and it kinda looks like hieroglyphics--

Meanwhile, you on the otherhand, was cooking instant noodles with the others... with a pot AND a stove... D: (he loves you but damn he wants to cry rlly bad on how screwed you two are--)

As for the part where he finds out about your part-time job as a cam girl, this man was seething.

No honey, not at you, but at your parents-- how could they let their beautiful daughter do this?! Do they even care?!-- oh? What was that, darling?... Your parents were gone? i guess that explains it...

proceeds to feel bad for you, and wishes to look after you. But you being you, you remain so hardheaded. Why cant you let him love you?? why cant you quit that stupid job?! >:( (hes a bit hypocritical on this one since he literally donates thus further fueling you to go on)

Sigh... nevertheless, he realizes a bit that he can't persuade someone like you for now, so he donates in your live like the good friend he is...

Yeah, 'good friend'...

In the darkness of his room, he watches with unblinking eyes the way your body moves on his screen. You look so enticing, the way a bit of pink colors your cheeks, how every moan you give were light and breathy... simply fantastic. He sighs.

"Oh baby... what am i going to do with you?... <3"

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 38% for nuisance, 70% for humor (80% as red robin)

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conner kent aka 'superboy':

Ah yes, another top donor and one of your most perverted watchers out there.

Cocky, rebellious, womanizing... doll, you're just another girl for him to use in order to piss off tim since he loves pushing that man's patience so much.

Has probably met you through him too, as this man follows his best friend that has been, in his eyes, acting a bit too strange lately.

And he now knows why. You.

thinks you're absolutely adorable. the way you act out of impulse to the way you speak so brazenly to him, intrigues the kryptonian so much.

Hm, your going to be so much fun to play with <3

But unfortunately, the boy of steel did not know who he was up against.

"...Doll, what did you just say?--" it was 8 at night and he was in his best attire holding a bouquet of flowers. Not just your average red roses, but a well-thought out blend of daffodils, carnations, and tulips. just for you.

But right now, you're breaking his heart.

"Yeah Kon, i love you but no. i'm not dating you. Sorry."

...you don't have the right to say you love him.

"a-and why can't we date?--" he was so confused, these months spent trying to court you, all wasted.

"erm... im not interested, kon. yeah you're hot and you support me and all, but im gonna be honest with you... you're not my type. and plus..."

he feels his heart break even more when you continue.

"...I'm interested in someone. I've known them for so long Kon, and i would hurt them if i get with you."

...

"...sorry." you run away.

things with kon has never felt the same since. he no longer visits tim just to see you, only him. he ignores you too, not even a single glance being spared. but you swear you could feel cold blue eyes watching your figure sometimes...

...and then that happens. you see a message notification from him. conner.

'im sorry if i made things awkward between us. forgive me, doll? :('

your thumb hovered whether or not to answer. you made your decision.

'kay. wanna play dti? :3'

he's so glad you cant see him right now... crying pure tears of joy, and complete relief that you took the bait.

'okay :)'

just because he got rejected by you once that doesnt mean he's immediately gonna back down <33 and about that boy you like, who was it? can't you tell him and he'll give a quick visit to the very lucky guy...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 49% for nuisance, 80% for humor (95% as superboy)

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damian wayne aka 'robin':

...knows the guy that you like.

he's genuinely angry at you, but mostly at your taste.

seriously, him? why not him instead...

frequently donates money and is also very dedicated in line.

(to save you trouble, most of the batfam is a big fan to you and are often your biggest donors. they wish to stop you from pursuing such a... scandalous, line of work but cant help but further support you the more they give money and get addicted to the content you make 😞💔)

discovered you on accident when a certain someone, *cough* tim, *cough* left their computer on without closing the tabs.

you cannot simply imagine the sheer shock that painted his face during that time, seeing someone, you, getting it on with another guy that seems all too familiar.

...and he cant help but get angry. (you'll all understand soon enough why he and kon hates reader's man and possible bf sm 😭)

meeting you face to face... thats a whole situation. tim immediately regrets bringing damian to see you because this man already went off on how much of a 'hoe', you are.

you can take a lot of things, but this boy rubs you off wrong.

"seriously, drake? your new friend is a prostitute? you drew the line making friends with that kryptonian clone, but this takes the cak--"

*slap.*

...that hurts. damian's hand slowly makes its way up to his cheek, where the red was starting to spring.

he looks at you like you were mad. you are, thanks to him. "...you... you little---"

he was held back by an angry but calmer kon despite being also insulted, whilst tim holds you comfortably.

"hey don't listen to damian over there, alright? :( he's just a bit--"

"I'm speaking facts here!-- hmpfh!" a hand covers his mouth.

"seriously tim, does he ever shut his mouth?" kon says.

he huffs. "no. and that's why i was considering bringing duct tape earlier, Kon."

...okay, maybe his first impression forever got him labelled as a bitch in your eyes, but damian tries to make it up to you in any way he can since he actually finds you decent after getting to know you. (think of those asian parents that after scolding you till you cry, they give you food but instead money in damian's version)

"...ahem."

no response.

"...AHEM."

you finally look up at him, and a bag was thrown straight at your face. "you stupid ass-- wait a minute." you look inside the bag and it was filled with... money.

you look up at damian, only to see his figure quickly dashing off and hide behind a wall where he would secretly try and take a peek for your reaction. you smile and give a thumbs up.

"...you aren't that bad, but try shutting your mouth most of the time, okay? :3 <3"

...the green in his eyes glinted... and he scoffs. typical damian wayne.

"...sure, prozzy-- HEY STOP CRYING--"

fierce but protective. rude but caring. that is what damian is towards you.

and that is how he'll always be as long as that man is around...

"i'll be with you. and i shall do everything in my power to ensure you do not end up with him!--" too late.

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 25% for nuisance, 78% for humor (89% as robin)

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terry mcginnis aka 'batman beyond':

...is the man that kon, damian, and the others have beef with.

how he's part of the main timeline in this is that all of the events before batman beyond happens earlier. (i also tweaked a few things in canon here so dont mind me)

terry's dad died before the entire 'Powers' situation, leading to Terry living with his mom earlier.

...terry also suffers from something.

at a young age, terry cannot feel any sort of emotions. remorse, empathy, such things were removed from him. he could only feel empty, comparable to having a large gaping hole inside his chest instead of a beating heart.

the boy ponders why he was cursed with such a thing, and why he could only feel pity and sadness. just a little.

...he thought he was unsavable. until--

his eyes lands on you, the girl who was playing on the playground's swing. (note: darling used to live in gotham as a kid)

...he gulps. pretty...

"you there, what's your name?" you asked. always the first one to make a move...

...and you sound nice.

"hm? well? :3"

...he decided to speak. "...terry. i'm terry... you?..."

you smile. "they call me (name), pretty right?" he could only nod. yes, it was very pretty...

i think everybody could guess how things go from then on.

he meets you, grows up with you, falls in love with you, and in the end lives happily with you... if only it weren't for his tendency to maim just about anyone who gets near you.

he's a dog, honey. but he's your rabid, vicious dog.

by the time he grows up, he's learned how to hide what he truly is from you, and the terry that we all come to know and love is now here.

charming, witty, humorous... terry mcginnis is nothing but an amorous boy for you... and you love it. (u match his freak sm)

in his eyes, you two are together <3 and its not even a lie you two are but you're too much in denial since you firmly believe he deserves better :( (tho thoughts like that dissapear when he and you yk ;))

absolutely hates it when you spend time with anyone, especially with his adopted siblings. dick, jason, tim, and damian? fuck no. (if you read the batman beyond comics, those two despise each other--)

...so expect those two to be at each other's necks.

and about the cam girl part, yup, this man knows. and like tim, he tries to persuade you to stop. you're a complicated person, he knows. either for money or fun, you do crazy shit like this every time... but this one's really serious.

"...look at me." you obey, eyes staring back at ocean blue ones. terry's eyes were always so pretty...

"...hehe, pretty eyed as ever, mcginnis..." and he can't help but smile slightly at your words.

"..." damn you, really. his soft spot for you is huge, and 99% of the time, you get off the hook easily.

in the end, he might have allowed you to do this... 'artist' stuff, but on one condition:

he gets to f*ck you on some parts.

you blink, cheeks starting to redden. "...what--" and just like that, your fate is sealed <3

...currently, you were on Live. the rest of your boy toys watched with envious yet very heated gazes as your pussy was getting demolished by his dick. the close up shots were so unnecessary, the way he roughly pummels into you was so--

'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'

'GR4YS0N_68: ugh yea terry ruin that little bitches cunt'

terry grins, feeling you getting closer. the position you and him were in was perfect, babe... perfect for a pic.

his strong hand gently but firmly grabs your jaw, making you face the camera.

he whispers to you so closely."smile for the camera, sweetie."

you oblige, a broken smile on your lips. the stream abruptly ends.

no need for the public to know what you both are doing in private anymore...

Yandere rating: 100% on money, 0.0001% for nuisance, 90% for humor (100% as batman beyond)

(finally its finished 🤕 i have so many unfinished works huhu....)

(update: ill also try editing this too <3)

[alyakthedorklord]

Omg literally it would be SO cool if you wrote the rest of the playboy bruce trying to kiss the justice league without them realizing it (I know you said figure it out but the way you wrote it was so good and funn I would love it if you gave maybe a couple of scenarios)

Lmao honestly executive dysfunction is kicking my ASS rn and it was intended as a prompt. I will try tho, definitely taking inspiration from the others who responded to the post because I love them.

If you haven’t, go check out the notes on the OG Post above! @britcision, @ivywing, and @help-i-need-a-cool-username all had amazing additions and @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego wrote a fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48325771

As did @scrapcheck, still in progress

And Devilhorn!

Anyways LONG post under the cut

Hal Jordan

Hal is first to prove a POINT, as @britcision decided. Also because the bastard made it waaaay too easy. Remember- Hal was Joking. He genuinely thinks Batman isn’t going to try, because he’s way too straight-laced boring.

So when he’s at a bar in Coast City, and he sees this absolutely ravishing man lounging casually against the wall, bar lighting making him practically glow (he CALCULATED that) subtle makeup making his bright blue eyes pop as he looks Hal up and down… Well. Hal makes the first move.

Hal: “All on your own, handsome?”

Bruce, with “Mastermind” by Taylor Swift playing in his head, smiling sweetly at Hal: “Care to change that?”

They start talking. Hal doesn’t recognize Bruce Wayne at ALL (canonically he does not know who Bruce Wayne is, a point brought up by @help-i-need-a-cool-username) so all he knows is Bruce is a single father who works at a company he inherited from his parents, which is just (brucie voice) “so much less interesting than a test pilot!”

Bruce, grimacing internally but wrapped around Hal’s arm with the awed and interested eyes in full effect: “you have such a nice voice, tell me more about planes…”

He KNOWS what a fuselage is, thank you, Jordan. Whatever. He gets to gush about his kids, when its his turn to talk, good enough tradeoff. He can survive Hal Jordan’s bad pick up lines and pretend he’s into them. At a certain point Bruce breaks and kisses him just to shut him up. One down.

Diana Prince

I looked it up- kissing in Ancient Greece wasn’t always considered romantic, but also a greeting between two similarly-ranked people. Therefore, I think Diana would be pretty chill with kissing and honestly an easy target at a gala if Bruce plays respectful/clumsy/earnest himbo starstruck with the tall pretty woman, just a peck would make him the happiest man alive. But I wanna go a little more in depth.

Now, I’ve seen Flash and Martian Manhunter save Bruce and/or his kids and Bruce lays one on them, but honestly I think it would work well with Diana too, because she loves kids. Dick and/or Jason (whichever you want to imagine, I want them to team up screw canon) are WAY to excited for this, they’ve got a little script and everything.

WonderWoman, a kid in each arm, delivering them back to their tearful guardian: “Here we are, Mr. Wayne. Whole and healthy.”

Dick, playing into his role eagerly: “Oh my gosh, Bruce! Bruce we got saved by a princess! It’s like a fairytale! Except, you know, the princess is the hero this time, which is so freaking cool!”

Bruce, tears of gratitude rolling down his face (and he knows how to still look perfect while crying, its a skill): “I’m just glad the two of you are safe, Chum.”

Jason, big baby blues in full effect, absolutely asked Wonder Woman to be his mom earlier (to set groundwork, no other reason): “You know, usually the princess and the hero gets a kiss at the end of a fairytale, Bruce. But this princess is both. So how will she get a reward?”

Still choked up with relieved tears and now laughter, Bruce looks up at Diana and smiles: “Well, if the Princess wants a reward… then I would be a fool to refuse.”

Bruce kisses her on the lips, Dick and Jason both kiss her cheeks, Diana leaves charmed and amused by the sweet family. Such a good father, humoring his children and thier little fascination with her, so very respectful…

Two down.

J’ohn Jones

Okay, martians are telepathic. So this goes one of two ways, at some sort of charity or something-

Option 1, Batman is a realist: the charity event is a masquerade, and he wanders over to where MM is while thinking “it would be so funny, give me this.” As loudly as he can. And Martian Manhunter, who appreciates the audacity, gives him a kiss. (I don’t like this one because it technically breaks the rules of the bet, bc MM knows it’s Batman, but eh)

Option 2, Batman is a different breed: he manages to up the ante with his Himbo Persona. Creating a “slippery void” mental facade that blocks of his real thoughts and makes him read as really just that stupid. This would require functioning with two trains of thought at once, and making sure that the Martian can only read the surface level, “oh, this one is pretty” “I really wouldn’t mind kissing him” and other such decoy thoughts, instead of “target is approaching, signs of interest present despite this not being his natural form-“

Bruce also researches and copies Martian courting styles and copies them “by chance,” catching MM’s attention. (He offers him Oreos)

Martian Manhunter: “this man… he is so empty headed and yet clearly kind and willing. I would not take him for a life partner, but for some simple fun as he seems to desire…”

(Edit: Maybe, if B is confident enough, he lets through his loneliness. Missing his parents, wanting affection, an ache so strong it’s like a physical wound. J’onn feels the same ache for his lost family, and decides to try this human’s strategy to fill that void. Either way…)

Batman 3, League 0

Barry Allen

I’m strangely blank when it comes to the Flash let me just spitball and let it snowball

As I said above, people have had him save Bruce, had Bruce seduce him at his workplace while taking a tour, I even saw @help-i-need-a-cool-username have Dick set up a petition for Bruce to kiss the Flash. (An idea that I personally think would also go really well with Superman lmao.)

Anyways, I think it would be funny for Bruce to take it slow with Barry. For the irony of it all. Because Batman is doing this to prove a POINT. So he’s in central city, spots Barry coming his way, and “accidentally” slips right into his arms. Ooh, or covered in coffee, like a wealth disparity drama base script, and Barry’s like “omg i am so sorry let me pay you back.” And bruce is all “this shirt costs (stupid amount of money)”

Barry: (fear)

Bruce, rolling with it rn: “yes, it is horrendous, isn’t it? Hows this- I’m in central city for a day. You can pay me back by showing me around?”

He then proceeds to string barry along on an honest to god DATE for shits and giggles. They go clothes shopping, they go to restaurants, Bruce pays for a big meal bc this is after a fight or something and Barry got hurt, his speedster comrade needs to EAT, damnit.

After all this, he gives a cheeky smile and lightly smooches Barry. “Thanks for the fun day, Mr. Allen.”

Barry, bright red and goo brained: “hah- mmhmm. Yeah…”

Batman 4, League 0

Oliver Queen

This one… Oliver is on guard. He’s twitchy and suspicious, turning down men flirting with him, people are starting to notice. But Bruce? Bruce just walks up at a party while “tipsy” and lays one on him. Straight up. He wants to show just how EASY it is. Because Oliver doesn't even register it. He just laughs and goes: “Hey Brucie! Miss me?”

Batman 5, League 0

Dinah Lance

Of course, immediately after above, he turns and pouts at canary.

Bruce: “Dinah darling, you are a saint, I don’t know how you put up with the mess he’s got on his face. He was so much nicer to kiss when we were in (fancy private school name drop) together and didn’t have all this nonsense.”

Dinah, laughing at Ollie’s offended noises: “Oh, I don’t mind it. He’s a good kisser.”

Bruce: “Of course he is, I taught him. Care to compare?”

Dinah: “Don’t mind if I do.”

Batman 6, league 0

Clark Kent

For Clark, Bruce is originally talking to Lois before he turns his eyes on a quiet Clark and croons: “So, Miss Lane, does this lovely specimen have his own questions, or is he arm candy? And if he’s the latter, can I either tempt him off you, or secure an invitation?”

Lois, an excellent friend who will absolutely set Clark up with the hottest bachelor in Gotham: “Well, Mister Wayne, I’ve got all I need. Clark, take a page from my book and honeytrap a good quote out of him, hm?”

With an obnoxious wink, she pats a spluttering Clark on the shoulder, and leaves him with a very smug Batman.

(Bonus Superbat- Clark and Bruce’s conversation is going REALLY WELL and to the point where both of them seem on board with more than a heavy makeout when Bruce puts a hand on Clarks chest.

Bruce: “Stop.”

Clark, freezing immediately: “I’m sorry, did I go too far-?”

Bruce: “No, no. I think I might be though. See, I have all of you now, and I’ve won the bet.”

Clark: “What are you- oh. Oh- HUH?”

Cue sudden and shocked revelation, Clark’s mind going a hundred miles an hour, and then skidding to a stop on- he only did this for the bet. He’s not really interested. He stopped because I went too far-

Bruce: “You only consented to a kiss without knowing my identity. Right now, I’d like to do more, if you’d let me.”

Clark has the dial-up tone ringing in his ears, he has no idea whats going on anymore, the hot billionaire and his reclusive teammate aren’t quite slotting into place, because he wants both but rhey’re so different but they’re the same but-

“Yes.”

Lois doesn’t get Clark back that night and she is delighted.)

Anyways, final results:

Batman: 7

League: 0

Reveal:

Batman talking shit about their secret identities again, Green Lantern is scoffing about it again, says something along the lines of: “You still think you’re sooooo great, huh? Hows the bet going, spooky?” Fully expecting Batman to get huffy with him.

Instead, Batman smirks.

He leans in

And purrs: “So you didn’t notice?”

The League freezes. The implications are dangling over their head. Did he… did he really?

Green Lantern, absolutely terrified: “No. no, there’s no way…”

Batman: “Oh, there absolutely was a way. I’d say you were a good kisser, but honestly? I think it might have been the euphoria of getting you to shut up.”

He turns on the rest of the league, still smirking. “I have kissed every single person who consented at least once in the time since the bet was made. Two of you with tongue. And no one has called me out on it. Now that you know it’s happened, you should be able to figure me out, so whoever can tell me my real name first, wont get thier story used as an example in the brand new “how to avoid honeypots” seminar.”

(If bonus superbat, B shoots Superman a Look and goes “except for you, superman, because I told you my name.” Which just ends up distracting everyone else until they get THAT story)

Diana wins bc she matched up the boys to the robins. Everyone else gets their stories told in excruciating detail. Batman rates them by kissing ability and how obvious he was on his approach. Oliver gets docked points for “texture.” Dinah gets docked points because “i griped about the exact same thing in and out of costume, how did you not notice-“

(Different reveal below)

@chaos-n-kindness @she-went-that-way @geekonaleash @redh00dsbf @howabouticallyou

[demonic0angel]

HI GAGSGSGSHS can you do a spirit Halloween ship angst please 🙏 (no pressure tho ahhsgshshegshs)

(Lowkey already did this but ig I'll make the sequel lmao. It’s not as angsty bc I can’t get into the mindset.)

Part 1

Tim blinked. He raised the image higher, bringing it closer so he could observe it even further.

It was a photo of a small family of four. All of them were male, with black hair and blue eyes. There was Bruce, and Dick, and even Jason, all of them smiling. There was a last person, cuddled against Bruce and more slender compared to him, who had bright blue eyes like ice and very familiar pearls around his neck.

Tim's eyes widened.

"This is..."

"My adopted step-dad, yeah."

Tim jumped and turned around, where Dick was leaning against the door to the attic, hands in his pockets, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sorry, I was just curious and I wanted to know more about—”

Dick shrugged. “It’s fine. That man right there was Bruce’s boyfriend. He adopted me and Jason together with Bruce. Before… before Jason died.”

Tim stared at the sorrow on his face, the cold sort of acceptance with the barest hint of resentment. “… what happened?”

Dick sighed and weaved a hand through his hair. “He left. After Jason died.”

Tim’s eyebrows furrowed. He looked back at the photo, where everyone was smiling so happily, where Bruce and that man leaned against each other so trustingly and he asked, “But why? How come he left you guys behind? Why didn’t he…”

“Stay? Because of Bruce,” Dick hissed. “Bruce got Jason killed, but that was only the catalyst. Dad— I mean, Danny always hated how Bruce got too stuck in the mindset of Batman, and he kept asking him to slow down and take breaks, but Bruce refused. They had a fight, just before Jason had a fight of his own with Bruce, and when he got killed—” Dick’s voice choked off.

Tim looked at the photo again, recognizing the love on that unknown, yet familiar face. “So… he didn’t abandon you?”

Dick gave him a small smile. “No, baby bird. Danny wouldn’t abandon me or Jason. He’s away, as a punishment for Bruce.”

Tim stared at Dick. “As punishment?”

Dick nodded carefully. He hesitated for a moment, and Tim just watched his face change as he struggled to articulate his thoughts, before he eventually sighed again and clarified.

“Yes. As punishment for failing to protect their child, Bruce is not allowed to see Jason or Danny until Danny feels that Bruce has repented.”

Tim’s eyes widened as he understood the unspoken information. “Jason is alive?!”

Dick nodded, his expression solemn. “Yes. And because Danny feels that Bruce hasn’t changed, Jason isn’t allowed to go back to him.”

Tim stared. Then he said, “Bruce must be devastated.”

“Mhm. That’s why he’s still in mourning.” Dick gave him a small smile. “Maybe one day, you can meet Jason and Dad— Danny. Until then, practice hard, alright?”

Tim nodded, and as he watched Dick’s back before disappearing behind the door, he couldn’t help but think of the man that he didn’t know, who was beloved enough by Dick to be called “Dad,” who had some unknown power to revive people, and was so deeply mourned by Bruce. He looked back at the photo, where the pearls shone brightly around the man’s neck.

Tim nodded to himself, a plan forming in his mind. After all, he was Robin now, and it was his job to help Batman and fix Gotham, wasn’t it?

[lush-escape]

To be Cringe is To Be Free

Part 1

Jason Todd x f!reader

Your best friend comes back from the dead. He's different, but not in the way you expect him to be.

WC: 2.9k

a/n: i'll spruce this up later but just for context, i'm pulling from a bunch of different source material for this bc it's fanfiction and it's supposed to be fun soooo don't come at me

You can remember meeting Jason like it had just happened yesterday instead of years ago. You can remember Dick offering you a spot on The Team as he began to don the title of Nightwing. You were unsure at first, being on The Team was a dream. You watched them for years, looked up to Robin and the others as you began fighting crime yourself in Gotham. You did just enough to stay under Batman’s radar - or so you thought. You didn’t get in the way, stuck to smaller crimes like pickpocketing and muggings. But one inevitable night you found yourself in the midst of a fight between Batman and Robin and Scarecrow. You fought alongside the two, proving yourself as a formidable ally.

The rest was history.

Dick offered you a spot not long after, seeing your potential. You agreed without question and easily slotted yourself into the team dynamic.

The new Robin, Jason Todd, and you became fast friends. Thick as thieves. Dick and Artemis made jokes about being glad the two of you were on their side and not the side of the villains. It didn’t take long for you to develop a small crush on the new Robin, who wouldn’t? He was strong, smart, capable, cute.

But just as easily as you can remember those few months, you can also easily remember the day Jason died. You can remember the way it felt like your chest was being crushed. You can remember the way your heart broke for your best friend, your short lived teenage love.

After Jason’s death you became angry and reckless. You became a liability to The Team. After an argument with Dick you were benched but you were so frustrated with the way things had been handled after Jason’s death, with how quickly he was replaced by Tim, that you never went back. You denounced your spot on the team and went back to being a stand alone vigilante. It took a few years before you could talk to Dick again without being angry or brushing him off, but eventually the both of you put the past behind you. You had finally accepted that Jason’s death wasn’t Dick’s fault, his replacement wasn’t Dick’s fault.

You helped him and The Team on a few stray missions here and there when you were available, which was often enough that he offered you a spot again. But you couldn’t. The mere idea of being on a team again left a sour taste in your mouth. ‘Not without Jason,’ you told yourself.

There had been a few weeks of radio silence from Nightwing before you got a call in the middle of the night. It was hot, the middle of summer in Gotham which meant sticky, muggy nights. You were dozing in and out of sleep. This night you can remember more vividly than the others.

“Jason’s alive.”

You didn’t care how, or why, the only thing that mattered was that he was alive. The only question you asked was when you could see him again, you told Dick you could be there in five minutes flat - but he declined. Told you it was too much, too soon.

It took another week before Dick and Bruce finally let you see Jason. They warned you, “He’s different.”

They say something about a pit, Ra’s, the League of Assassins. You didn’t care. Your best friend was back, your first teammate, the first person you let hold your life in their hands with complete trust and without question or any sort of second guessing.

You should have listened.

Jason was older, of course he was, but he was different. Taller, bigger, bulkier. Blue eyes tinged with flecks of bright green, black hair gone ghost white in the front, skin marred with more scars than the freckles you remembered. You tried to not remember the way he looked at you with such pain in his eyes. He knew he was different. The way he spoke to you, like a scared stray. He had missed out on so many years of not only the lives of those around him, but of his own life as well - his development, making memories, everything. He was angrier now, more frustrated, anxious.

After that night Jason kept his distance from you. He went rogue for a few months, trying to find himself, distancing his new self from the rest of the Bats and Nightwing. Dick and Bruce kept tabs on him but they often refused to tell you where he was, saying he wanted his privacy. Which you reluctantly respected but it caused yet another rift between you and the Bats and the birds.

Jason found a new name for himself - Red Hood. For a few months he did a couple of stints with Arsenal and Artemis and Bizzaro before finally settling back in Gotham. He had made a reputation for himself. A vigilante who wasn’t afraid to kill. He was feared amongst the villains in town, almost as much as they feared the Bat. It was a little hard to believe at first.

Because to you? To you that was still your Jason. Your Jason who made “et tu, Brute?” jokes, your Jason who was still a theater kid at heart, your Jason who you once heard make a Jane Austen reference while beating some guy’s kneecaps in while donning his Robin costume, your Jason who was heard saying the words “goodness gracious, I’ve been bamboozled!”.

Despite the anger, despite the violence, the murder, the blame and guilt and rage - he was still your Jason.

No matter how often he avoided you or told you to leave him alone, no matter how often he told you that he was too different now. Too broken, too angry, too wrong. But you didn’t care, you refused to let that come between you again. You lost him once before you weren’t going to lose him again. Even if he was a little “different”. You knew that deep down he was still him. Still the same soft, nerdy, theater kid, loser that made you laugh constantly without any trouble.

However, that was now mostly in the past. Mostly. Because these days Jason came around more, let himself work beside you as you both continue your solo vigilante careers. He reminds you of a stray cat with the way he looks warily at those who attempt to get close and earn his trust.

These days, more specifically tonight - right now, you’re working a case with Jason - Red Hood - taking down Black Mask’s men to get information out of them. However that’s going about as well as one would expect.

Red Hood stares down at the goon laying unconscious on the ground and gives him one more kick to the ribs. Just in case.

“How’s them apples?” He spits with enough venom to whip your head around to face him.

You stare wide eyed and blink once before speaking up, “It’s uh… ‘how do you like them apples?’.” You purse your lips together. Jason stops, you can’t see his face under his helmet but the silence drags on painfully before he shakes his head in disappointment. The air is thick with tension from battle and it’s now intermingling with the awkward mix up from Jason.

Finally, finally he speaks up, but what he says makes you stop dead in your tracks and you almost wish you hadn't heard him.

“How could this have happened to God’s favorite princess?” He asks in a hushed tone, his voice rough and gravely from the modulator in his helmet. The joke falls flat, the new silence between the two of you is heavy and awkward.

You don't know it but Jason is silently chastising himself, yelling at himself to say it was a joke and laugh it off - but nothing comes out. He’s grateful for the full face Red Hood helmet because his cheeks are turning a deep red. A flush that creeps up to the tips of his ears and down his neck. You can hear him inhale deeply before he’s turning his back on you. You stutter out a choked “wait” but it falls on deaf ears. You catch Jason shoving his hands in his pockets, wishing you weren’t watching so he could yank his hair out.

You stare in shock, disbelief. Did he really just say that? It’s like your brain is throwing up a 404 error message the second you see him kick a pebble on the sidewalk.

“What the fuck?” You question in a whisper.

That’s when you feel it. Something deep, something heavy and fluttery and warm. Something you haven’t felt in years - since you first met Jason.

“Shit-” You mumble to yourself under your breath. For the briefest of seconds your heart hammers in your chest. “I need him…” You say to yourself.

“You say something?” Jason’s stopped ahead of you, hands still in his pockets, head turned over his shoulder to look at you. And in response you stiffen, your eyes go wide before you put on a frown for show.

“No, nope. Didn’t- I didn’t say anything.” You tell him, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as you shake your head.

Jason stares for a second longer than you think is necessary and you silently pray that the way you swallow isn’t visible.

“Y’sure?”

You keep your eye from twitching, the way you’re getting flustered over this right now is absolutely embarrassing. You try to keep from getting defensive when you shout, “I didn’t say anything!” You huff out, crossing your arms over your chest. Behind his helmet Jason’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t want to make this anymore awkward than it already is.

“Uh, right. Okay.” Is all he responds before walking down the sidewalk again. You wait until he’s completely out of earshot before you run your hands over your face with a groan.

“Goddamit…”

You let yourself stew for a few days in your feelings and thoughts but you just feel more frustrated with each passing day. You tell yourself that you can’t let yourself have feelings for Jason, not now, not after getting him back and definitely not after he finally let you get close to him again. You won’t let your years old crush ruin your resurfaced friendship.

So you decide to meet your best friend, Haru, at the gym in hopes that punching some stuff will help you clear your head.

It does not.

Between Jason of all people being at that exact same gym at the exact same time as you, your friend is not making your life any easier as you tell her about the ‘princess’ incident. It wasn’t often that Jason was at the gym at the same time as you were. He normally trained at the Batcave with Dick or Bruce, so it was just your luck that he was there today of all days.

You do your best to avoid him around the gym, you're not up for seeing him just yet. Not before debriefing with your best friend.

“Wait, wait. He called himself God’s favorite princess?” Haru is doing her best to keep a straight face. It’s not working. The two of you are huddling together in a corner of the gym trying to look as inconspicuous as possible to not draw attention from Jason.

“Yes… Yes he did. And then he just took off to leave me to deal with the mess of goons.”

She snorts.

“It’s not funny. He kicked a fucking rock like a sad little kid.”

That makes her burst out laughing.

“Stop it!” You hiss at her, your hand gripping her wrist as you pull her into the locker room. “What am I going to do?” You ask Haru, who’s still laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

She wipes a tear from the corner of her eyes, “Whaddya mean?” You groan in response.

“I just.. I don’t know. There’s this feeling in my stomach every time he says something stupid. Like I-”

“Like you need to fuck him?”

You gasp audibly and smack her arm, “Don’t say it like that!” She laughs again. Like the entire situation is the best thing to happen to her in her entire life. “God, he’s so lame. I feel like a stupid little girl again with a crush.” The grimace on your face makes her snort again.

“Come on, he’s not that bad. There are more cringe options.” It’s like she’s offering her condolences.

“Yeah?” You cross your arms and look at her with a look that says you don’t believe her in the slightest, to prove you wrong.

“Yeah, like….” She trails off in thought. It’s almost cute the way the silence drags on, until it goes on for a little too long and it’s obvious that she’s genuinely trying her best to think of someone more ‘cringe’ than Jason.

“Oh god.” You groan into your hands.

“Okay, it’s not that bad! At least he’s hot, that makes up for it. Right?” She asks with a shrug giving you a sympathetic smile. You inhale slowly before giving her a tired look.

“Yeah, totally makes up for it.” You mumble. “And don’t call him hot.” You add on quickly. Haru smirks at you.

“Jealous?” She quirks a brow.

“I know of at least forty eight ways to kill you right now with everything that’s within arms reach of me right now.” You deadpan. She purses her lips into a tight line and nods once.

“Right. My bad.” She mumbles before shaking off the empty threat. “Can we get back out there, though? I wanna stare.” Haru teases again. You roll your eyes in response before huffing again.

“Yeah, whatever. Fine. Let’s go.” You aren’t sure if you’ll even be able to face Jason now without thinking about what Haru had said.

”You want to fuck him.” Ugh.

You two make your way back to the stair stepper, Haru’s favorite place to ogle other people at the gym from. It doesn’t take her long to find Jason across the room. He sticks out like a sore thumb, broad chested and wide shouldered. You have to force yourself to look away.

“So what do you think he’s listening to?” She asks you as the two of you watch Jason deadlift across the gym. He looks hyperfocused with his headphones on.

“He probably listens to some sort of rock music. Like Sleep Token or Ghost. He used to listen to rock all the time when we were kids…” You answer right before feeling that damn fluttering in your stomach again.

You watch as Jason drags the back of his hand over his eyes. ‘It should be illegal to look that good just wiping the sweat off his face,’ you think to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you and Haru, Jason is actually wiping tears from his eyes. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens his Spotify.

Worldwide by Big Time Rush quickly gets switched to Soda Pop by Saja Boys. Jason was getting too emotional, remembering the Big Time Rush episode they made around the song - Kendall and Jo breaking up. He knows he has to change the song before he begins crying in the middle of the gym.

He clears his throat and begins humming the beat to Soda Pop to himself, quiet enough that no one else around him can hear.

“Ooh, what do you think he changed it to?” Haru asks.

“I don't know,” You let out an exasperated sigh, “Maybe Ice Nine Kills?” You throw out a random band name. She giggles to herself.

“Please stop thirsting over him.” You beg her with a groan and she laughs again before waving you off.

“Relax, I won't steal your man.” She jokes before focusing on her workout.

“He's not-!” Your face feels warm and it's not from the workout. You open your mouth and sputter before clamping it shut with a scowl.

You fall into an easy silence, only the sounds of machines and idle chatter filling the space. You get lost in your thoughts, or rather - lack of thoughts. Your brain was finally starting to feel empty. No confusing thoughts about Jason or the feeling story still harbor for him.

“Hey, is that-...” You hear Haru.

And then you hear it. A voice you haven't heard since being in The Team.

Roy Harper.

“Oh, my god…” because your day can't get any weirder, right?

You and Haru watch as Roy walks over to Jason with a wide smile, clapping him on the back. Jason takes off his headphones with a small smile of his own and you wish you had some sort of super hearing ability to be able to make out their conversation.

“Oh.. oh no.”

Nevermind. Scratch that. You don't need to hear their conversation to figure out what it was about. Because now Roy has Jason's phone, Haru is snickering next to you, and Roy is filming Jason as he deadlifts.

“It just keeps getting worse…” You squeak out with a groan.

“Lots-” Haru laughs out loud but quickly covers it up with a cough, “lots of people film themselves at the gym.” She defends Jason with a smirk.

“Yeah, themselves. They don't have their friends record them.” You snark back at her.

“They are definitely showing their age.” She giggles.

You shake your head and get off the stairs stepper, “Can we leave? Please? I don't know how much more of this I can take.” Because honestly? The longer you have to stand there and watch Jason deadlift, with Roy of all people recording him, the tighter you were going to have to clench your thighs together.

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Me: I really like dc canon and frankly I think that fanon flanderizes the characters to the point where they are unrecognizable

Also me: Dick and Jason are drinking buddies,

Tim has put kon, Bernard and Steph in a gc called “the roster” and dipped.

Dick is not allowed to meet Barbara’s friends bc they all like him too much and then it’s rlly hard to bitch about him. (This is actually kinda canon thank u Dinah lance in birds of pray lmao)

The reverse of this is also true but for Dicks exes and Barbara like they get along TOO well.

Babs and Kori are friends.

Babs and Donna are sworn enemies. (Mutual)

Dick gets a different signature food with each of his siblings except Steph cuz they get smoothies. 

Dick keeps trying to get Steph and Donna to meet up but Everytime he tries Gotham gets blown up

Damian refuses to sneak pets in a trench coat bc it’s bad for them to be squished.

Duke is the only bat who knows about the mpreg joker story

Tim and Jason’s only texts to each other are “help” or “you lil shit what did you do!!?!”

Tim, Jason, Cass and Duke all like the discowing suit

Steph and Damian hate it

Damian says he’s spending the weekend not with his dad and everyone assumes Bruce and talia are trying split custody but he needs to bitch about Bruce so he goes to bludhaven

Donna and Dick get drunk together and get progressively more and more sappy about how they should move in together and how much they love each other, you’re amazing no you’re amazing.

Roy and Dick are besties who text like a divorced couple trying to coparent

Dicks exes are in a discord server called “raw. next question” and they have channels called “red heads only” “also dated his brother” “tried to kill him” etc

The redheads don’t have names in this discord “redhead 1” “red head 2” “redhead 3” and so on

They also don’t discuss dick in this server at all

Bruce calls dick for ideas about the Brucie Wayne persona and also when he just doesn’t get why people are mad at him.

Dick calls wally for help with menial tasks

Tim is a big big big fan of THC (same)

Dick goes to raves

Jason is actually the DARE Robin

An image of Dick at a rave went viral on Twitter and Bruce had a mental breakdown so did Jason

Stephanie will never ask Bruce for anything but she buys a 10$ coffee every morning on his card bc of that video of people saying young people can’t buy houses bc of Starbucks and avocado toast.

Jason has a video of 19 yr old Dick spitting at a police officer and he sent it on the family gc when he found out dick went undercover as a cop. It is one of 5 messages he has sent.

Everyone of the Bats is some shade of bisexual

Dicks house is the defacto Bruce is being a lil bitch for the bats and literally everyone who is affiliated with Bruce as long as you bring liquor you’re welcome

Garth and Dick watch sad movies together

Tim and Bruce watch all the bond films together

Damian and Dick watch bird documentaries together

Jason doesn’t watch tv bc he’s a secret hipster (he doesn’t have a tv they keep blowing up.)

Linda has absolutely asked Dick to swing with her and Wally and Dick told Wally about this and Wally’s only reaction was…”soooo is that a yesss or a no?”

The fab 5 titans all hate each others exes, refuse to acknowledge any guilt their friend had in the matter , and will absolutely pretend none of them have dated (they have all dated)

Bruce is in absolute denial that his children date. Like he knows dick has dated people but he assumes that it is kindergarten dating “ah dick spent the night at Barbara’s they must really like holding hands” “Bernard and Tim are moving so fast I mean I saw one of them kiss the other on the cheek??” Meanwhile he has traumatized all robins to ever Robin bc him and Selina Kyle can’t keep their hands right themselves

Also me: cognitive dissonance thank you for your service

Dick has like 25million ig followers, donna does his photos

Tim has a very popular shitpost account on Twitter from his pre Robin days that has statements like “if i was Batman I would simply barricade Arkham” and “stalking Nightwing rn we are up to 120 flips and 30 quips…. There is no else here”

[aingeal98]

Not to make this about Cass but also I’m going to make this about Cass…..

While her relationship with Alfred isn’t crazy deep but he’s very quick to vouch and be kind to her versus with modern Jason and Alfred there’s this immediate distrust and distain why do you think that is? Both are children when they’re first introduced with Jason being a straight up middle schooler and neither are exactly the cream of the crop with street backgrounds.

Out of universe it could simply be bc he doesn’t have a place in her narrative so it was easier to just make him a decent man to her but I’m pondering !

ALWAYS MAKE THINGS ABOUT CASS this is the making things about Cass blog. If I make a random post about cheese trust I will welcome a hundred asks discussing what her favourite cheese is.

It's interesting because initially Alfred wasn't too enthusiastic about Cass, telling Tim he struggled to call her Batgirl. In Alfred's mind Bruce is number one, Dick, Tim and Damian are the worthy sons, and Barbara is a respectable young lady. It's only when Cass stuck around that he began doing his typical Alfred stuff with her, and to be fair he was very warm and kind! When editorial shuffled Cass out of the picture twice, Alfred was the one questioning Bruce on why he was treating the girl who'd essentially been his daughter like that.

I think a lot of it does come down to the writers and what they want to say, with Alfred 9 times out of ten being the "Correct" opinion, because he's an old white man and Bruce's kind of father. So Dixon had him hostile to Cass, whereas Cass's own writers then had him kind to her, but also not enough to go against Bruce when he did something shitty like firing her. And to be honest my own reasons for disliking Alfred (other than him being British of course) is that he's less of an actual character and more of just an ineffective Jiminy Cricket. He'll say or feel whatever the writer thinks is the correct thing to the current situation, but other than looking sad or disapproving he generally won't act. He just exists to react and tell the audience how they should react too.

This makes it harder than any other character for me to ignore all the different writers and try to piece together a coherent narrative for him, because he truly just exists as a mouthpiece for them with occasional butler humour. But if I was to try and take all the different versions of Alfred and craft a single narrative, I'd say once he saw how much Bruce cared for Cass he put her into his pile of Good Ones, and his gentle pushes to get Bruce to stop ignoring her are more about him thinking that Bruce would benefit from it rather than Cass herself. He does care for her, he's fond of her. But like everyone else it's filtered through the lens of what they do for Bruce. It's Alfred's most consistent character trait.

Meanwhile with Jason, Alfred was the first one to throw him under the bus as soon as he died. Because Jason was making Bruce feel bad by being dead, and Bruce was the priority. Likewise when Jason first came to live with them, Alfred was correct that Bruce was using Jason to fill the gap that Dick left. Which is something that a normal person would criticise Bruce for, and Alfred does! But he also let's the disdain slip through for Jason because he's the cause of Bruce making the bad decision, something Dick did not do. There's definitely a classist element to it and I'd almost say gender plays a role, where Cass can be saved despite her rough upbringing with the right guidance, but Jason is a rough little boy too willful to be helped (even though Cass is perfectly willful herself lmao)

And then of course, there's the obvious differences in how they came back. Every time Cass came back to Gotham she was still an ally, so Alfred pushed for their reconciliation. Jason came back an enemy demanding justice and rattling the careful house of cards that is Bruce's guilt. Of course Alfred leans into his classism and victim blaming instead of pushing Bruce to do better. He knows Bruce. He knows his limits. And unlike with Cass, "doing better" in this situation would break him. So Jason has to break instead.

Thanks for the ask!

[batsandbirdbrains]

Heyyy! I love love LOVE your Bad parent!Bruce but also the wholesome dad Bruce and it's torture lol! It honestly makes me think more about the what if Bruce was good Dad then became a meh dad and then fully bad dad?

It's him being a good dad to Dick at the start, where kid Dick was okay with doing the emotional work to understand him and Bruce helped him because he was younger and loved him then Dick got to his teen years and just it's exhausting being the understanding one? Being the one doing the emotional workload? And Bruce is not helping because he sees Dick growing up and he doesn't try harder to connect to him but also still sees him as a child that he became even more protective especially because he's now with the Titans more than him? Then the firing happens and they just disconnect and then Jason is here and Bruce is actually helping in the emotional workload and Dick is envious because why couldn't you be that to me??

Then Jason dies, Bruce hits Dick and Dick is just I'm done. But Tim comes and he doesn't need emotional connection on the surface so Bruce doesn't get better but Dick sees and knows and tries for Tim and makes Bruce a little more better but not like he was and not with Dick. But when Damian comes? Bruce can't see him as a kid, he's trying but the disconnect between what he knows and what Damian is doing isn't helping and what should he do-

And he's gone, and then Dick is the one responsible for Damian, and yes he's grieving his dad but the dad he really loved was long gone by this point and so when he takes on Damian and helps him emotionally he talks about the old Bruce, the one who actually treated a kid like a kid and the one who while awkward still was obvious in his love. Dick becomes Dami's Baba and Dami becomes his Robin.

When Bruce returns it's both him and not. Dami can't see the man his Baba talked about but no one else is questioning it and Dick said the he changed after Todd's death. Their relationship now is more work colleagues and the only trust between them is bc Nightwing kept helping for 6 months. Then Dami dies, and Dick dies and then Spyral and Bruce is getting worse, more Batman and mission than the person and the hero.

The amnesia arc happens but when Bruce gets his memories back he's hit by what sort of person he has become, by what he has done, by how much he changed, how could he become more general than father what happened WHY-

Lol I think I went too deep down the rabbit hole. I honestly also like the idea that when Bruce returned from the time stream something did change in him, like poison or parasite that made him worse and then led to the spyral beating + mission but by the time he gets his memories (which shocks his systems into recovery) Dick is already back and his relationship with a lot of people has soured. (In my ideal au Dick decided that he tried enough to explain and he is done doing the effort of building the relationship for anyone and so when they want to talk like civilized people he will explain. Of course this means that only Dami from the family knows the truth + The og Titans, a lot of other superheros were okay with his return but didn't ask him anything just assumed it's Bats normal ops (because yes he's everyone friends but not everyone needs to know)) Okay I'll shut up now lol.

This blog is all about going down rabbit holes and exploring their potential!! And this is such a fun one!!!

Bruce gradually becoming a worse and worse parent I think is prob a little easier to explain anyway than just having him instantly be like “I’m gonna beat the shit out of this child” ☠️