#i can’t believe they would consider killing jason before they killed tim.

[megaaceofspades]

for pride month they should kill tim drake. in this essay i summarize the damages the tim drake centricity of current batman and comic runs has done to the canon of DC-

[2tcs]

Day 5: Family Grudge and Prize

Bruce has noticed something about Damian. Whenever a specific shadow appears in the city, Damian immediately attacks them. And anytime someone else approached, the shadow would flee.

Last night was one such incident.

~~~~The Previous Night~~~~

“So we meet again traitor.” Damian said launching himself at another young boy.

“Ha! Do you really think that you can win?” The young man laughed.

“Tt. I do not think I can. I know I can. It is you who are blinded by their arrogance.” Damian growled as he threw several batarangs at his opponent.

“Then why did you bring your dear old dad?” The mystery boy said before backflipping off the building and disappearing as Bruce landed on the roof.

“Robin report.”

“Tt. It is my own business father. Please stay out of it.” Damian said before quickly grappling away and heading back to the cave.

~~~~Present Time~~~~

“You have been staring at that picture for quite some time Master Bruce. Might I inquire as to why?” Alfred asked as he walked up to Bruce with a mug.

“I just can’t figure out why Damian keeps going after this one person. Even when he was trying to kill Tim he wasn’t this in sight with him. But with this boy?” Bruse sighed as he took a sip of his tea. “Camamil Alfred?”

“I find it quite relaxing and the perfect beverage before bed. Somewhere I believe you should be heading sir?” Alfred commented with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.

“Hmm, and I don’t suppose this one is free of any sedatives is it Alfred?”

“I promise you that I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Alright, alright. I’m heading upstairs.” Bruce chuckled as he headed upstairs with Alfred.

~~~~

The next day Bruce woke up for Sunday brunch with his family. It was one of the few days that everyone was at the manor. As Bruce began to wake up he also began to notice how quiet it was at the table. Unnaturally quiet. Looking around he noticed all his kids glaring at him, except for Damian who was glaring at a boy around fifteen years of age sitting across from him.

“So,” Bruce cleared his throat only for everyone to start shouting over each other.

“Why the FUCK did you adopt another kid old man!” Jason's shout rang out above everyone else's causing the room to go quiet again.

“Father did not adopt this traitor. He is only here to cause pain and discord.” Damian growled. Only holding himself back from attacking the stranger because of Alfred's rule about violence in the manor.

“Oh shove off Dams. He’s my father too. I have every right to meet him.” The stranger said.

“No! You lost the right to be considered family after what you did. It’s the reason why grandfather had you killed and it was only because of mother’s soft heart that you were resurrected and sent to be adopted by some stupid civilians.” Damian shouted while stabbing his spoon into his parfait.

“Wait! Hold on and tell me, calmly, what is going on.” Bruce said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This traitor”

“Not a traitor”

“This Traitor. Is Danyal Al Ghul. We unfortunately shared mother's womb.” Damian said as he continued to glower at the boy, Danyal.

“I go by Danny now.” Danny said with a wave.

“Hello, Danny. If I ask you why it is that Damian called you a traitor, would you answer?” Bruce asked with a strained smile.

“It’s so stupid.” Danny groaned.

“It is far from ‘stupid’ Danyal.”

“I didn’t mean to break your favorite wakizashi!”

“Liar. You were jealous that I was grandfather's favorite so you sought to punish me for my superiority.”

“Grandfather is a fruitloop! A certified wackjob! Even when we were kids I could tell that! You’ve lived with father for years now. Surely you can see grandfather’s flaws with this new perspective. If not then congratulations. You are the grand champion of delusion. Here’s your prize.” Danny said with a glair of his own directed at Damian.

“Wait. Hold on. Are you the twerp that the demon brat attacked the other night?” Jason asked with a grin.

“He does match the build.” Tim muttered.

“Secret brother.” Cass whispered while giving Danny a thumbs up.

“Ha! Not a secret anymore. But I didn’t come here just to meet ya’ll.” Danny laughed before turning serious. “I know about Alfred's rule about batwork at the table but I have things to do and can’t stay long. When you return to the batcave you will find a folder with a printed copy of a rather concerning law and a flash drive with a list of facilities and experiments conducted with full government sanctions due to this law being in place.” Danny described before placing the last bite in his mouth and standing up. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of eating your delicious cooking Alfred. But unfortunately, I have to go. If you need to contact me, my number’s in the folder.” He said before simply vanishing with a final wave.

“Where did he go!” Dick shouted as he jumped up.

“Holy crap. And I thought it was creepy how Damian could do that in the shadows.” Steph said with a shiver.

“Uh, Damian? Can you do that too? If so, then thank you so much for not using that ability for evil.” Duke chuckled nervously.

“Tt” Getting up Damian stormed out of the room. He didn’t care what Danyal did or said as long as he didn’t come back. Now he just had to get to the cave before anyone else to get rid of Danyal’s contact information.

[were-wolverine]

batfam as new girl quotes

steph: where are you, tim? this place is fancy and i don’t know which fork to kill myself with.

***

dick (16 y/o): i’ll take you through the whole thing. i’ll be like your guide.

jason (13 y/o): like gandalf through middle-earth?

dick: ok, first of all, let’s take the Lord of the Rings references and put them in a deep, dark cave where no one will ever find them.

jason: except smeagol. he lives in a cave.

***

tim: you text me “happy monday.” what am i supposed to do with that?

damian: oh, i don’t know. maybe have a happy monday?

(he’s trying to be nice)

***

jason: would you consider us adorable?

dick: no! we’re adult men.

dick: we’re cute.

***

cass: you always see the worst in people.

damian: yeah, because people are the worst!

***

steph: i mean, bruce, we love you, but…

steph: but you’re not a man of the people.

bruce: of course i’m not a man of the people. i’m above the people.

***

cass: we’re a family. families talk about things.

jason: no, families ignore things until they go away.

***

new parent bruce: dick, do you want to go to sleep?

9 y/o dick: no way.

bruce: if you do, i’ll write you a check for $6,000.

***

duke: what are you doing in here?

tim: eating cookies and avoiding confrontation.

(in the bathroom at a gala)

***

steph: jason, come on, that’s like the president and the vice president not being best friends.

jason: they’re not best friends.

steph: come on. everybody knows they’re best friends.

***

dick: i’m in love!

damian: titus, clear my schedule. i need a word with our brother.

***

steph: duke, those shoes are not brown! they’re green!

duke: you guys are idiots! they’re as brown as money.

cass: what color is kermit the frog?

duke: brown! he’s a brown frog.

tim: duke! you’re color blind, dude.

***

bruce: darn it! has anyone seen my croquet cleats?

***

tim: hey guys, do you think i’m a good person?

steph: you’re a terrible person. it’s hilarious.

***

dick: i’m very quick on my… uh…

jason: did you just forget the word ‘feet’?

dick: feet, yeah.

(he’s been awake for 72 hours without sleep)

***

duke: i can’t believe i didn’t notice this before but damian, you are legitimately crazy.

damian: i think we’re all a little bit crazy, don’t you, thomas?

duke: no, i mean, you’re like aging ballerina, child chess prodigy, professional magician crazy.

damian: it’s my grandfather’s fault.

duke: yeah okay fair enough

***

tim: if i was doing something stupid, you definitely would be involved.

dick: yeah, you’re damn right i would be. and i would probably be there to make it even stupider.

***

bruce: has anyone seen my good pea coat?

***

steph: i brake for birds. i rock a lot of polka dots. i have touched glitter in the last 24 hours!

steph: and that doesn’t mean i’m not smart and tough and strong.

***

jason: are you insane, bruce? we’re not ready.

jason: that’s like taking a musical from rehearsals straight to broadway. you got to workshop it first.

(pushing the theatre kid jason agenda)

***

dick: you realize i say goodnight to you every night and you never say goodnight back?

dick: what is the problem, jason? do you not want me to have a good night?

jason: oh my god you’re so overdramatic

***

tim: please don’t mistake my measured blank tone for calmness, as i am filled with waters of rage.

(he’s at a gala)

***

bruce: damn it! i can’t find my driving moccasins anywhere!

***

duke: what a dumb idea.

duke: do it.

(he is an enabler)

[blughxreader]

hi! i dont think i can ever get enough of yan! platonic! Batfam 🥲 can i get a neglected reader who has successfully escaped, only to come back to gotham by some unprecedented causes a few years later? i have plans to write a fic like this and want some inspiration (and to fill the yandere batfam tag)

Platonic Yandere!Bruce, Dick, Jason with a darling who escaped and returned to Gotham

Headcanons, WC: 1,048

Notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! This ask is five months old lol. I had to cut out the baby boys to finish </3 If I can come up with ideas for Damian and Tim then I'll add to it.

Bruce

The weight of Bruce’s mistakes hangs over his head every day, but his mistakes with you are by-far the heaviest.

He should have appreciated you more. He should have told you what you meant to him. Instead, he let you feel invisible. It kills him.

When you’re spotted in Gotham years later, he can hardly believe it.

He’ll drop everything and go straight to you, deploying all the boys to ensure you don’t slip away. If it’s daytime, Bruce Wayne will make a rare appearance and corner you with paparazzi, and if it’s nighttime, then Batman will swipe you off the streets before you can cry out.

He’ll forgive every outburst you give. You’re furious and he understands—he considers your anger entirely his fault so he’ll give you a lot of slack.

Bruce will drown you in gifts. Because Batman takes up so much time (and it was lack of attention that drove you away in the first place) he’ll try every means at demonstrating his love. Gifts, vacation homes, front row seats to events (with strict supervision).

This version of Bruce would keep you under 50 cameras and a body guard at all times, but he’s also very conscious of your mental health. Where he’d be able to guiltlessly lock you up forever if he hasn’t neglected you, he can’t in this timeline. Your life would be heavily supervised, but you’d also get a lot of perks.

He would make a routine with you.

Every morning, he’d eat breakfast with you, and every Friday would be a special dinner with just the two of you. His hours are valuable so it means a lot for him to carve out the time just for you.

Dick Grayson

Dick prides himself on his strong leadership and generosity. Ask anyone whose ever met Dick to describe him, and they could list pages of positive traits. So it's a wonder how you, his precious little darling, managed to be overlooked by him.

Guilt literally eats him alive. Dick begins to second-guess every interaction with you, going over all clues he might have missed. He throws himself into the investigation looking for you, investigating every single fact you've ever mentioned about yourself.

When you finally return, he's dead-set on making up for lost time.

Dick wouldn’t approve of your reasoning for leaving. You should have told him--should have insisted on being heard--instead of leaving. He feels terrible that you were neglected, but he feels worse knowing that you’d rather be thrown to the wolves than seek their help.

It's a steep learning curve for him to realize you're not the lonely child you once were, but instead a bitter, jaded young adult who confides in only themself.

Dick drowns you in attention. He tries forcing your innocence back, not accepting your refusals and anger. You're still so young, and even if the sparkling child-like hope is missing from your eyes, Dick still believes he can make things right.

Family bonding time is a must. He arranges play-time with you and Damian. He insists on Sunday movie nights. He learns how to cook new dishes with you and Alfred. He will keep you busy.

These activities are only a surface solution for a deeper problem. Fundamentally, you've changed, and Dick knows this. He has no idea how to treat you now, so he resorts to what he does know--your childhood he missed out on.

Jason Todd

Jason is particularly torn. He knows what its like to feel abandoned, yet he realized too late that he was the perpetrator.

When you are finally back in the arms of the Batfamily, Jason has no idea what role to take in your life. He sees you turning down the family when they offer love and he doesn't know if his heart could take your rejection.

Jason is stand-offish. Playing the role of "tough older brother" doesn't bode well, so he needs time to rework his philosophy on handling siblings.

Instead, he does your bidding. He would help fix whatever unprecedented reasons that led you to return to Gotham, no questions asked. If you need to pass a letter on to a friend, Jason is your guy. His regular possessive yandere tendencies are hampered by his guilt, so he'll be very lenient with you as long as it's nothing dangerous.

The fact that you escape and survived by yourself cast you into a new light in Jason’s eyes. He thinks you’re impressive, dependable, capable. He wonders how he didn’t see it sooner.

That being said—you’re his little sibling. You shouldn’t have to be so strong, and Jason wants to ensure you’ll never have another reason to protect yourself.

He hopes that over time, you'll trust him. He wants to be able to sit with you and talk about whatever is on your mind, to be able to hug you as he leaves for work, and to send you off to bed when it's late.

But right now, you need space. He'll let you heal, and he'll take whatever anger you give him. Because he knows that this is the only way you'll let him into your life again.

Bonus: Y/N

Considering Y/N was clever enough to escape the Waynes while also having the willpower to return to Gotham shows that they’re intelligent, good-hearted, and forged from steel.

They probably rank somewhere between lawful-good to chaotic-neutral. (A lawful-neutral would be infuriated by the Waynes’ underhanded tactics, and probably wouldn’t return to Gotham.)

Y/N is done yearning for attention (or, if they were originally kidnapped, done with playing nice), so they’re immune to the Batfam’s manipulation.

Upon first glance at the Batfam after all those years, they’d immediately go fight or flight. Y/N would pull every dirty trick in the book to escape, and would be as hateful as possible to kill any affection they have for them.

After being kidnapped, Y/N gets very good at playing mind games and deflecting their submission tactics. They’d be able to manipulate the household like a giant game of chess.

Y/N’s only weakness is the child inside of them that still cries for their family’s approval.

The conflict revolves around how the Batfam can extort this weakness vs. how well Y/N can stay true to their values.

[op-sys-chaos]

Inspired by a post by @snakeredbirdbatkatana

Tim couldn’t believe it. He’d been left behind. AGAIN.

His siblings really should’ve learned their lesson at this point. But no, they were too busy paying attention to themselves to think about Tim.

Dick had been exposed to the Morality Virus first. It removed your morality, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. He wouldn’t be held back anymore - now, he could do things like kill the Joker and avenge his brother without guilt. (It also gave you a general disdain for human life, which was a problem, but Dick could manage it. It would be fine. Right?) He was quick to infect Jason, thinking he’d enjoy the freedom. He infected Damian after, knowing Damian would enjoy being able to give into his more feral instincts.

Dick didn’t go after Cass, Duke, or Steph. Cass chose not to kill because she couldn’t stand watching people die, not with her ability. It had nothing to do with morals for her, so there was no point. Duke was too new for the family to know how he’d react to something like this. And Steph had actively chosen to reject her villain father and become a vigilante, partially because of a grudge and partially because of the adrenaline rush of vigilantism. She’s probably just pick being a hero anyway.

So obviously, Dick would go for Tim next, right?

No!

No, he started branching out to heroes outside of Gotham!

Unbelievable.

Tim hacked Dick’s computer, only to see his analysis:

Tim looks up to Bruce too much and would keep following him. Besides, he has a strong sense of morality, and would likely keep operating under it out of habit.

Did Dick really not know Tim that well? How little did his brother care about him to not notice?

Tim followed Bruce’s moral code because he didn’t have one of his own originally. He was very detached from normalcy and therefore morality as a kid. He took up Bruce’s code, following his example (not his words, mind you) down to the last detail, including being willing to leave bad people for dead if needed. But it wasn’t because he looked up to Bruce. It was because Bruce had a strong moral code and therefore was a good person to model his own after. It was convenient and reliable. Not some stupid hero worship bullshit.

Tim was so incredibly offended that his brothers cared so little that they couldn’t even tell this basic thing.

Cass noticed, of course. She read Dick’s note over Tim’s shoulder and gave him a hug.

“He doesn’t get it,” she said. “He can’t imagine why you would do be like this otherwise. He won’t consider other options.”

“He’s just… excluding me. Because he doesn’t understand me. How stupid. Everyone else had thought out reasons for exclusion, and he only wants to turn people who will kill because the virus is driving him to turn as many people as possible to create lots of killers, so those exclusions had valid reasonings. But me? Hero worship?”

“Honestly, I feel like this is a good thing to be excluded from,” Steph commented as she walked in.

“You don’t get it, Steph. It’s not that I want to be dosed-“

“You want to be seen. I get it, Tim. And I see you, but I know you want your whole family to be able to see you.”

Tim nodded.

“So how do you get them to see you, and how do you save them?” she prompted.

“…I get myself infected,” he whispered. “Act like I’m on his side. And deliver the antidote when I’m close.”

“Exactly. Can you do it?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“He will,” Cass chimed in confidently.

And that’s how, a week later, Tim ended up breaking into Dick’s apartment, alone and unarmed.

“Dick.”

“Tim? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to prove a fucking point.”

“And that is?” Dick asked with a frown.

“That you don’t know me half as well as you think,” Tim replied, grabbing a syringe of the virus and jabbing himself with it before Dick could stop him.

“What?” Dick asked in a whisper.

It felt strange, being hit with the virus. All it really did was make him feel cold for a moment, and give him the slight nagging sense that he should start killing people. But he easily shook the feeling off by reminding himself of the code.

“Pay better attention to your siblings, asshole.”

“I… Tim, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t have hero worship for Bruce. And I certainly don’t have a strong sense of morality. I never had morals, Dick. You think I would’ve stalked Batman if I did?”

“Well well well,” Jason said, walking into the room. “Pay up, Dick. Told you you were wrong about him.”

Tim almost jumped in surprise. Of his brothers he was definitely closest with Jason, but he hadn’t realized Jason would know him well enough to bet on this.

“But he…”

“Was raised without morals. It’s obvious. He doesn’t think about moral implications until he’s already 50 clones into trying to bring his clone bestie back.”

Dick choked out a cough. “What?”

“Yeah, not my finest moment,” Tim admitted. “I was not thinking about the ethical implications of cloning, I just missed my friend. Bruce’s code is a strong and simple road map. That’s all.”

“Amazingly, I actually respect you more for that,” Damian told Tim as he entered the room. “It takes a lot of willpower to follow a code that’s not your own.”

Perfect. All of them were here.

“Thanks, Damian.”

“You are welcome. I assume your presence here means you are on our side? We have planned our first escapade.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Lure all of the currently free rogues into one spot, then blow up the building. Immediately after, blow up Arkham. Civilian casualties will be a factor, of course, but a necessary one to rid the city of evil.”

Huh. Even with no morals, they were still heroic. Interesting.

“I can help with that,” Tim said, pulling a device out of his pocket.

“What’s that?” Jason asked.

All three came closer, and Tim pushed the small red button on top. Gas instantly exploded outwards, enveloping the room.

The sounds of coughing surrounded him, and he felt the curse of the virus wash off. He didn’t suddenly gain morals, of course, but his drive to kill was gone, which was a relief.

As the smoke cleared, Tim saw his brothers sitting on the floor.

“What the…” Dick started, before clapping a hand over his mouth in horror. “Oh god, was I really planning to…”

“Yeah,” Tim replied, standing up and leaving the apartment. “Next time, pay better attention to your siblings, asshat. You would’ve known that because I don’t have morality to follow, I would stick to saving you all and saving the city. I thought we were brothers, Dick. But you proved today that I’m just another face in the crowd to you.”

With those words, Tim left. Cass, who had been waiting outside in case it went wrong, gave him a quick hug, and the pair grappled off together.

“That was AWESOME,” Steph said over comms. “You kicked so much ass, Tim. They’ll think twice before dismissing you again.”

“I hope so,” Tim whispered. “I was honestly surprised that Jason at least partially knew that I would act that way.”

“Yeah, well, Dick will think twice about underestimating you again.”

And he did. When Dick came back to the cave that night, he sat down and had a conversation with Tim, telling him about his impressions of Tim and asking him to correct anything he got wrong. To Tim’s surprise, Dick actually saw a lot more than he expected. He even picked up on the fact that Tim’s first male crush had been Kon, even if Tim hadn’t admitted it even to himself. And Dick was the only person who’d ever told Tim that they had figured out that Tim had originally modeled his personality after a book character. Dick wasn’t wrong; Tim had no idea how to act normal as a kid, and modeled himself after his favorite character. His actions changed over time, becoming more natural and more his own, but they’d still originally been based on someone else. Dick had picked up on that, to Tim’s amazement.

It turned out, Dick actually knew Tim better than he ever realized his brother did. Dick just missed the morality piece because Tim had never wavered from the code and had always been so devoted to following Bruce’s code that Dick assumed it was hero worship of the first hero Tim knew.

They vowed to be more open about things in the future and to work on knowing each other better. And Dick vowed never to exclude Tim again unless someone else gave him a very, very good reason to do so (such as the “it’ll make him want to get involved if he knows and his involvement will make this worse” type of stuff typical in their line of duty).

[nepobabyeurydice]

Am currently obsessed with the idea of annabeth returning to Gotham and becoming a crime boss allied with red hood/like an adviser of sorts to him partly because if she’s the princess of Gotham, she’s running it her way, and partly as revenge against bruce, because if a 7 year old he neglected could kill to survive, he could kill to avenge his son. She’s very strong on the no messing with kids rule for obvious reasons, and she doesn’t see robin as an exception to that because she is not plagued by pit rage. She has a very confusing (to them) relationship to the bats cuz she openly hates Batman, and will taunt him by putting robin in supposed danger, but never actually hurts him and anyone who does hurt him is made to see the error of their ways through somewhat violent means.

She acts mainly as damage control to Jason when it comes to Tim, because he’s her big brother and she’s trying to subtly break the influence of the pit over time. She either stops Jason before titans tower when she learns what he’s planning or goes to confront him there. Then, later, when Damian joins the family, she taunts Bruce about his dead daughter, using details no one else should know, and dramatically reveals herself. (Sadly, I am the only person who can write it the way i want it to be written, and will not ever write it)

Annabeth getting a call from Talia (incredibly alarming to her btw) and seeing Jason doing his vengeance shtick: Maybe I should go back to Gotham and check that he’s okay.

Grover who’s about to set out on his Percy Supervision Mission in Yancy Academy: Please for the love of all the gods be good.

Luke would be fine with letting her go since while he’s a bit weird about her it’s still a sibling-like bond and the idea of 12-year old Annabeth with beefed up Jason standing in front of the world’s worst criminals brings me joy.

Annabeth, walking into Jason’s apartment after six minutes of making sure his neurosis were the same: Damn bitch you live like this? After all my architecture rants too??

Jason: Are you a fucking ghost?

Annabeth: Are you?

Annabeth is very clear about being Annabeth and doing her whole leaving the Wayne name behind forever to Jason who kind of struggles to wrap his head around cute and shy Anna being this terrifyingly smart monstrosity. She makes his plans even more sick and twisted, plays around with the ambiance and the clues and makes sure that it can only be traced back to the Red Hood and not Jason Todd. Which means she tortured Dick psychologically at several points in the middle of other villain fights to see which reactions she can use against Bruce more subtly so that’s fun.

Dick, on his third mental breakdown of the month about Anna: I miss her so much I wish we tried harder to find her!

Annabeth, writing it down from where she’s hiding: Making the cases be increasingly similar to what happened to me has produced results. Find a demigod and recreate case with Bruce to torment his further.

Tim was originally barely a factor to Annabeth because she doesn’t really care for him unlike Jason and Jason’s plans on what to do with him seemed sane enough but after he mentioned that he wanted to get into Titan’s Tower Annabeth arranged for something on the Drake’s end to pull Tim away for a while and convinced Jason to focus on the Joker plan again. Annabeth is extremely against involving anyone who isn’t Bruce, Joker, Alfred and Dick in her plans and only occasionally considers adding Barbara. So when Jason shows clear interest in hurting Tim as a way to get back at Bruce she moves up her whole timeline and has ten different plans running to keep Tim out of the country at first then away from where Jason would be by orchestrating a few YJ fights until Jason tells her to fight Tim herself since he can’t get there in time.

Annabeth: Fight him? By myself?

Jason: Yeah, I believe in you *cuts the call*

Annabeth:…Fuck it, I’ll do a Riddler impression and hope for the best

said impression is completely terrifying and taken out of a saw movie basically and Tim is now wary of ever approaching a truck (which was actually a monster) since it. somehow threw him into a building and shattered three of his ribs. Annabeth continues running interference like this as she tries to keep Jason on task with ‘make Bruce kill the Joker’ scheme.

Eventually she’s called back to Camp after Percy shows up and Annabeth decides she needs someone to keep an eye on Jason and the whole plan thing so she sends Julieta, her godly half-sister, to keep him on track.

Julieta infiltrating Gotham Academy during the last three weeks of classes: This is so stupid.

Jason: I don’t care, tell me his habits and schedule.

Julieta: Do you get off talking to me like that?

Jason:…I’m sorry.

Basically all of TLT happens and Annabeth returns to Gotham immediately after the summer solstice which enrages Luke who speeds up his plans a bit and Percy is saved by the naiads and Annabeth is now double heartbroken and back in a city that encourages her to fester in her rage.

She lets Jason loose on Bruce and the Joker as she kidnapped Tim and uses him to torture Dick and Babs as she uses references to all of Jason’s career as Robin to guide them while taunting that she knows who they are and making another Saw trap. Meanwhile Tim has been given a slice of ambrosia and feels like he’s dying, he’s not but his godly heritage is diluted by four generations so it’s real bad pain.

Annabeth: It’s this or processing my emotions, Timothy, and I’m a Wayne, so down the hatch!

Tim, writhing in agony and shaking as Ares pretends not to notice him for six hours before helping him: Am I on drugs?

Things go down, Jason reveals himself, Bruce in a fit of desperation tries to cut his throat open but Julieta who helped in said Joker kidnapping stabs him thought the arm and Joker who was wisely knocked out by Julieta’s during the jokernapping is rescued by his henchmen while Jason has a mental breakdown and Bruce is dumped in the Batmobile by a truly done Julieta

And that’s all I can think of right now.

Thank you for telling of your idea, it’s actually a lot of fun, and since I was thinking about making a fic dedicated to 13 What-If scenarios in the Annabeth is a Wayne Universe this is definitely going on the list of you want it too.

[fanfic-obsessed]

Blackmail

I am going to start with disregarding anything that could be considered canon that contradicts this. I know not what this will contradict, but I know it will. There is no particular timeline, though it is set after Damian came to the manor, but before he started trying to kill Tim (if such a time existed at all). 

Before we get into everything, there are some points I will need to get out of the way first and foremost. This is a Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, this is also an Abusive Parent Bruce Wayne.  He is primarily emotionally abusive, with some physical abuse hidden in the guise of ‘training’.  Also, as much as I adore Alfed, in this one he is going to be complicit in the abuse.  Bruce is his son and he decided, long before there were any other children in the mix, that loving Bruce unconditionally meant that he would ignore any less than desirable traits. Oh he had justification for each inaction, each time he told himself that ‘it truly wasn’t that bad’, that if Bruce crossed the line (a line that Alfred was careful to never define) that Alfred would take action.  But some small part of him does know, does see, does understand.

Jason and Dick peripherally, but separately, understand that they were abused, and that Bruce is abusive. However they cannot admit it head on. Not to themselves or anyone else. 

Dick thinks that he is the only one of his siblings to be treated poorly, that there must have been something about him.  That there is something wrong with him that he feels so horrifically anxious when any of his siblings were around Bruce, that he was greedy and needy, wanting them to move out of the Manor and all live in Bludhaven. He knows technically, that the fears Bruce instilled in him, the mind games Bruce had played, were wrong. But he can’t risk losing his siblings for his own fears, and there is some part of him that he refuses to let into the light that knows even if his sibling believed him, he would lose Alfred if the truth came out. 

Jason has to believe that The Pit is affecting his memories. It could not have been as bad as he remembered. Alfred would have intervened if his memories were right.  And anything that came after he came back was because he came back wrong.  Injuries he deserved after hurting Tim. Never mind that if any kid told him of the things that Bruce did, it would see the parents getting a visit from a pissed Red Hood. 

Tim is well aware of Bruce’s abuse.  He was not initially, he thought Batman’s increased violence was purely from grief. In the beginning he was loyal to Gotham first, he truly believed that Gotham needed a Batman, and Batman needed a Robin.  Now he is loyal to his siblings, and his siblings still want a relationship with Alfred (and to a small extent Bruce). Tim knows very well that Alfred will choose Bruce, and will always choose Bruce. If his brothers want to have a relationship with Alfred, which means keeping Bruce and not destroying him, then it will happen. Plus by the time he was in the picture they were adults; Bruce can still do them damage, but it is not quite the same as when they were under his direct control (Cass, though she is Tim’s-and Dick’s and Jason’s- sister, never becomes Bruce’s daughter here; she did not and could not trust him. She interacts with Bruce/Batman for her brothers only). Still he has ensured that Bruce starts to treat his sons better.

Then Damian arrives. He does arrive with the idea that Tim is a usurper, has plans to kill him, but decides he needs to do reconnaissance first.  That is what he was doing in the Batcave, out of sight when it should have been empty. Then Bruce and Tim come in. 

Tim’s voice is level and he calls Damian’s father Bruce, instead of the softer B.  Tim does not mince words and is very clearly threatening Bruce on Damian’s behalf. Damian does not parse all of the threats and blackmail in this conversation, but he gets a good gist. 

A few, but not all, the things Damian overheard Tim say to Bruce, some of which Damian understood fully, others he did not (not necessarily in this order):

-“Damian WILL NOT ever doubt that he has a father that loves him. I don’t care if you have to act every day for the rest of your life”

- “It is important to set clear expectations. You will choose one non-violent interest of Damian’s to take an interest in, that I will vet. I already know of at least two, so I expect you will be able to tell me what you choose within three weeks”

- “End of the world level events notwithstanding, you will be going to at least 6 school events per year, two of these will be parent teacher conferences.”

- “In three years time, Damian will be 13. Should he be interested and ready I will pass the Robin mantle on to him, and not a moment sooner.  You will not be training Damian in any way; Dick, Jason, and I will prepare him for Robin.”

- “you brought my siblings to me, I am not ungrateful for that but you are not allowed to hurt them again”

- “If I see any sign you have hurt Damian, I will destroy you with secrets you don’t even know you have” (A secret that Bruce did not know, during the time after Jason died, he beat a purse snatcher into a coma. The man died two weeks later. Tim assisted the family with moving far away and covered the death up).

- “don’t forget Bruce, I know all of your secrets and, unlike Alfred, I don’t love you”

- “I understand your behavior cannot veer too far from how you treated the rest of us. It would…hurt Dick and Jason if they thought you were only trying because Damian is your blood son. I’m sure you can balance both”

Instead of getting angry that Timothy Drake was threatening his father, Damian decided to pay more attention (It helped that his perceived birthright, Robin, was all but assured and that Tim accidentally slotted himself, Dick, and Jason in a teacher role in Damian’s head).  He notices quickly that while Bruce/Batman or Alfred were the acknowledged people in charge, on the occasions where Tim Drake spoke up in a specific way, they followed his suggestions without question.  It is also very clear that no one outside of Alfred, Bruce, and Tim seem to realize this dynamic exists. 

This leads Damian to believe that Tim is the true power within the family, possibly in Gotham itself. It does make sense to his league trained mind, by acting as Robin, Tim would be underestimated.  He is less sure why Tim is hiding from their brothers, but supposes there must be a reason.  

During this time he also realizes that both Dick and Jason look him over whenever they have separated from him, looking for signs of something. Though neither appears to be aware the other is doing it (each are looking for signs that Bruce was hurting him, physically or emotionally).  Damian notices that each appears to have…complicated emotions when they do not see whatever they are looking for, though they are careful never to take it out on Damian, in training or otherwise.

Damian grows to follow Tim’s example, looking to Tim for how he should act and who he should care about. His disdain for Bruce also grows (He never forgets Tim’s line about Bruce acting), though Damian hides it, in deference to Timothy’s wishes. This disdain slips through on the rare occasions that he speaks to his mother, who is faintly baffled when she realizes it is not due to Batman’s no kill rule (Though frankly he is more judgemental about Talia’s dislike of Tim than of her ‘being fooled’ by the false image of Bruce Wayne being someone great) and that somehow Damian has developed the idea that Bruce is a craven duplicitous coward (for pretending to be a good man while harming his children). 

I am not sure where this would go, if it would end with Damian and Tim eventually helping Dick and Jason realize that they were abused and that Alfred was complicit, and help them all break away form the people who had hurt them or if Damian and Tim silently agree to continue to mitigate Bruce’s harm while maintaining the illusion that Alfred was the loving grandfather that Dick and Jason wanted.

[goodluckdetective]

A fic idea I pitched a few days ago that I’m considering writing:

So during Infinite Crisis, Dan “hates fun” Didio tried to kill off Dick and was thwarted at the last minute, leading to Kon dying instead. This was a smart move in my opinion as I cannot picture a functional Bruce Wayne in that situation (Jason is back but a crime lord and possibly dead again, he resisted the urge to write the world off because his son is good in this universe only for that son to die, ect, ect) that would be written well. But it did get me considering what would have happened otherwise, if Dick really did die.

First off, I think Bruce would be gone. He’s missing and no one knows if he either he worked himself into an early grave or he just up and vanished. Two of his sons are dead, Batgirl is missing, two Robins died in a month (Dick and Steph) and I think he’s just gonna be too broken to get back up this time, given the surrounding circumstances. Tim obviously is still around but he’s also having a bad time and probably too busy either looking for Bruce or going a little off the rails to be holding down Gotham. Barbara would be a mess cus her and Dick were engaged, Steph has faked her death. It’s a bad situation, the bats would be pretty much in ruins.

Enter Cass, who comes back because she believes in the Bat and someone should do it. Alfred is against the entire idea: he will let Cass stay at the manor and support her non vigilante life and life threatening injuries but otherwise he’s out, he can’t do coms. And so we do essentially a redux of Batman’s first year, except this time, there was a Batman before where everything broke down.

My take on it would be this idea of legacy and how legacy is both a gift and a curse. Cass has Batman’s reputation to work off of, but also his fall lingering behind her, the father figure she once had like the memory of Bruce’s parents was to him. She’s doing her best but also overwhelmed: Gotham is a big city and she is one person inheriting rogues. There is this question of the narrative that is present in a lot of early Bruce stories but slightly to the left; instead of asking if Batman is a good idea in the first place, it’s asking if keeping Batman going is worth it despite the ruin it left.

And like Bruce, she does gain allies as the arc goes and enemies. Barbara comes back at coms at some point. Tim is convinced to take to the fight. Jason serves as an anti-hero who maybe turns into an eventually ally. Steph returns to take up Batgirl. Damian shows up to try to take his father’s mantle and Cass finds herself throwing hands with a 10 year old. Duke is there because I think he’s neat.

And maybe down the line, Dick comes back to life and we play with how much stuff changed.

[batfsm]

Thank you for explaining the present comics because I’m just starting to tease the comics. (It’s taking a bit and I’m probably doing it backwards because I started with Jason’s death but oh well.)

I didn’t know about Duke because no one has a lot on him on here and I haven’t read any of his comics. So thank you for telling me that.

Why is it reverse? Bruce and Alfred started the Batfamily so wouldn’t it be the Wayne family started it? I’m a bit confused here.

I forgot about Kate! Why did I forget about Kate?!?! (Another question if you don’t mind, is the kids calling her Aunt fanon or canon since she is older than the kids, I think she’s Bruce’s age but she might be closer to Dick or is that one of her sisters?)

I wonder…would Cullen be considered part of the family because of Harper or is he just basically on Harper’s side? Jarro is one I remember and the mechanic (I so forgot his name and I adore him) who was in the older comics before he died or got killed (I can’t remember which one it was). Maybe Lucius and Tam also. Maybe. Or at least a backup…ugh, I can’t remember what it’s called.

I remember reading Tim’s Robin run and seeing Dick’s on TV and etc, Jason’s I hadn’t read until I read his death and I think some other comics (can’t remember) and I still haven’t read Steph’s. Damian’s like a mixture of Tim and Jason. I read him but I also don’t remember a lot. I also have trouble remembering that his parents loved Tim. Probably because he was neglected, and etc even if he loved his parents. (I see myself in him in some ways which is also why I adore him but also can see why people don’t like, hate him.)

Speaking of, since it was so long since I read comics, I asked questions and some people got angry with my opinions and etc. (Like saying Tim was more like Bruce and something about Cass and then my opinion on Babs and how she is shown nowadays. Plus, Selina and Talia and everything with them.) so yes, I’m one of the ones who get both confused but I’m also trying not to (I read fanfics but still wasn’t really interested until like almost two years again now I believe.) but some of the fans get mad when we fans who come from fanon or don’t read the comics, which I have put off because there is so many different canons now that it can get confusing, have different opinions and other things. It’s why a lot of us just stay in fanon. It makes more sense sometimes but as you said, there is bad people mixed in with good. It can go either way.

I don’t mean to be rude myself (I don’t think you were and I hope I’m not) but I will say that sometimes people who just watch the movies/shows get the characters a lot better than people who just read the comics or even everything. But that is my opinion and I know people don’t share it.

Thank you for the discussion and for answering my questions. I appreciate it a lot.

Is it fanon that the kids can all be Bruce's? Or was there canon that they were his?

Seeing that Helena has been around a lot longer than I thought, I was thinking about the other kids besides her, Damian, and the other bio children. I know we like to say sometimes that the kids are all Bruce's bio kids but is that just fanon? Or did it also happen in canon, whether another AU, world, etc?

I mostly mean Dick, Tim, and Jason here. Jason especially since he did seem to change canon parents, unlike the others, (unless they have and I don't know it.) when his backstory changed. I just decided to put all of the kids not just him since they might have been also.

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

——————————

“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

———————————

Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

[ayamari-no-goshi]

To Join the Whispers (10)

AO3

Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe

Summary:  THIS  IS A CROSSOVER. A contact for the Batfamily passed along a rumor that the League of  Assassins were investigating a small city called Amity Park.The old man and Tim managed to find evidence of unusual  paranormal activity in the town. While they weren’t entirely certain it  wasn’t just infested with metas, the locals believed the entities that haunted, for lack of a  better word, the town were actual ghosts. If there was one thing Ra’s al Ghul didn’t need to get his grubby hands on, it was ghosts.That’s probably why Jason was doing this. He had the unfortunate luck to experience both death and resurrection in a way he’d never recommend to anyone else.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr. Jason Todd-centric

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Duke hesitantly asked Jason as they made their way out of the lab. Plasmius hadn’t reemerged, and without a clear picture of where he might go, they decided to check in on the other guests.

“For the fifth time, yes! Can we move past this already?” The repetitiveness had gotten under his skin. After Danny got him out of the table, he made sure to check if everything was okay. Even Bruce ran a quick scan as he replaced his gear which Dick and Cass happened to find while double checking the area before they exited. Even though the man frowned, he didn’t actually say anything which worked for Jason because it meant he wouldn’t be benched.

Sure, he dealt with two rather unpleasant brushes with death in the past hour or two. But, at this point, it was par for the course for long missions. The only thing that made him wonder if something did change in him was the weird feeling in his chest.

It wasn’t hurting him or anything, but he didn’t like how it felt. While it still caused problems, the Pit’s affects over his mind we’re slowly diminishing, and if Frostbite was to be believed, being in Amity was helping that process. Things had been noticeably better during his solo fight with Plasmius so there seemed to be something to it, but now those Waters felt more concentrated. He really didn’t want to slip into madness in front of the others, especially Danny. The kid had already done so much to help him. He didn’t need to see that.

Speaking of Danny, he flew a little to his left as they moved. His furrowed brows and frown suggested something made him uneasy. Was it the tension his siblings currently held in their stances? Or was it the anger radiating off of Bruce? Usually, the Bat reserved that for days when he decided Jason’s stance on how to be a good vigilante got under his skin more so than usual, prompting a physical fight.

Jaosn heard rumors Bruce was sometimes like that after one of their family members got seriously injured and/or killed. Tim once mentioned that was one of the reasons he originally approached Bruce. Supposedly, during the months after Jason’s death, Bruce’s way of handling criminals was unprecedently brutal. While it wasn’t a secret Batman would rough up criminals for information, he wasn’t usually violent for the sake of violence.

It wasn’t a good idea for him to think about that time period. Most of the time, it just created turmoil in his heart and mind that tended to make the whispers of the Pit hard to ignore.

“Phantom, do you have any idea where Plasmius may have gone?” The anger in Bruce’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Usually, the man could keep his voice even, but it seemed his ire seemed to be partially directed at Danny.

“I can’t sense him like other ghosts so I’m not sure. In the past, if I screwed up one of his schemes, he’d back down for the day, and that’s that.” Danny almost seemed to shy away from the group as he spoke.

“What about Axiom Labs?” Dick suggested. “We saw his company bought it.”

The kid considered it for a moment. “Unlikely. He bought it for… what’s the word? Leverage? Basically, a family member of someone he tricked into working for him works there. I think I saw some of their tech in the lab, but he hasn’t really used any of it in a fight after me and my sister tricked him that one time.”

“Didn’t think your sister was the combative type.” Jason teased as they reached the staircase.

“She will if she has to.” A scowl momentarily crossed the kid’s features. “Just don’t let her hold the Fenton Thermos. I don’t know how, but she always catches me instead of who or whatever we’re trying to get. Do you know how cramped that thing is?”

“I don’t think most people have to worry about being trapped in one,” Duke hesitantly pointed out to the teen as he glanced back at Jason. Great, if one of them was thinking about whether or not he could be trapped by that stupid device, it meant the others probably were too.

He glared at his newest sibling. “If any of you try testing that on me, I promise vengeance beyond anything you can imagine.” For some reason, the idea of being trapped in that thing tickled the same fear he had of waking up in a coffin.

“Don’t worry,” Cass surprisingly said as she appeared at Duke’s side. Even though all of them had mastered Batman’s art of being able to move without a trace, Cass seemed to take it to a different level. “He is unlikely to… cause permanent harm.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better!”

Phantom floated closer to him. “You wouldn’t seriously try to hurt him, would you?”

“You already know I tried killing this one.” He jerked his thumb at Dick. He also nearly cut Tim’s throat, but even now, he wasn’t entirely certain if he was ever serious about it. That stunt was specifically designed to unsettle Bruce during the time period before he truly revealed himself as being alive. There was also that time he shot Damian. It would have been so easy to end him, but he purposely avoided a fatal shot. “But if you think that’s bad, you should hear some of the bullshit Robin tried pulling.”

“Is trying to kill each other normal in your family or something like that?” Danny floated closer as he glanced back and forth between him and Damian. “Like, I’d get if there was an evil clone or future self situation, but you’re siblings, aren’t you? I thought you’d be more like, I dunno, supportive of each other and less stabby?” He looked baffled as everyone, except Bruce and Duke, started laughing. Oh, the poor kid had no idea.

“I’m the only one here who is blood related to Batman. I merely decided to claim my rightful place,” Damian irritably replied. “It was Father’s choice to adopt these miscreants.”

Jason snorted. “If by adopted, you mean abducted first, then sure.” He just barely caught the old man glance back at him with a frown. Oh, did he not like being reminded his response to their first meeting wasn’t exactly normal?

“I’m sorry, what? What do you mean abducted?” Danny’s eyes grew comically wide as he stared at Bruce’s back.

Dick mischievously grinned. “Oh, it’s kind of become a legend in our family. Red Hood stole the tires off the Batmobile and then tried attacking B with a tire iron when they met.”

“Wait, that’s true?” Duke gaped at him. “I thought Al… I mean, Agent A was messing with me when I asked.”

“Why did you try to attack him with the tire iron?” Tim questioned. “That’s the one thing that’s bothered me about it. Even for you, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“I was a street kid doing something illegal and got caught. It made sense at the time.” Jason couldn’t help but grin at both Duke’s and Danny’s dumbstruck reaction. Too bad they couldn’t see it through his mask. “I’ll admit, it was one of my finer moments, but it did lead me to being tied up in the Batcave for a bit. Someone thought sandwiches would make a good peace offering.”

“If you forgot, we’re still on a mission.”

A few sheepish looks were tossed around at Bruce’s words. With the fighting currently over, they had slipped into their normal habit of teasing each other. Danny’s reactions made it more satisfactory. But, Jason supposed the old man had a point. They still needed to check on the civilians, and none of them were entirely certain what Plasmius’ next move might be.

As they continued up the stairs, something started buzzing. When everyone turned to Danny, he apologized as he pulled a green earpiece out of his belt. If Jason wasn’t mistaken, it was the same one the kid used when they traveled into the Ghost Zone.

“Sam? What’s wrong?” Danny’s expression slowly morphed to concern as he listened. While they waited for an explanation, Tim made a quick motion to let them know he was trying to hack that frequency. “He’s what? I’ll be right there!” The kid didn’t say anything to them before rocketing upwards and slipping through the ceiling of the stairwell.

“I only caught the end of it, but I think Masters is attacking the guests,” Tim stated as he rushed up the stairs. All of them followed.

…

Just before they reached the door to the ballroom, Dick tugged on his hood attached to his vest. “Make sure to pull your hood up. People might recognize your hair.” Other than Bruce, he was the only one currently tall enough to attempt it.

Annoyed, Jason smacked his brother’s hand away. Pain blossomed at the brief touch as the electric shock from Dick’s belt raced over his skin. As Dick backed away, stunned, Jason swore a few times. “I didn’t miss that feeling.” Of course, Plasmius’ little experiment on him had to have some sort of result.

“But I fixed that…” Tim’s puzzled voice caught his attention. He and the others started making speculative glances at him.

“We’ll worry about it later,” he snapped. They did not have time for this. The Pit was angrily churning, alerting him that Plasmius was somewhere nearby. “Just don’t touch me.”

Someone wanted to say something, but instead of letting the idiots continue to worry about him, he kicked he door to the ballroom open. Bruce would probably lecture him about it later, but that didn’t matter. They had a psychotic billionaire with superpowers to stop.

The scene that greeted them was something else. Danny was floating between the crowd of guests and Plasmius, who kept firing pot shots at them. Although the shots were easy enough for Danny to deflect with a green shield, similar to the constructs the Green Lanterns could make, they were too frequent for him to go on the offensive.

“Nightwing, Red Robin, Signal, evacuate the guests,” the old man instructed. “Robin, Hood, Orphan, we’re going to help Phantom.”

That was fine by him. Unlike the others, the Red Hood didn’t exactly give people a reassuring aura. Maybe he once did when he was still Robin, but those years were long since gone.

However, he didn’t like the order to stay close to Batman’s side. It was probably a safety precaution in case Plasmius tried targeting him again, but it still felt more like the man didn’t trust him enough to wander away. If he was going to have a chance to break the older half-ghost’s jaw again, he was going to listen to the order, at least for now.

As they began their tasks, Danny gave them a relieved smile before he went on the offensive. Jason had noticed it in his other fights, but Danny really did seem to have a preference for close up fighting as opposed to long distance attacks. From what he could tell, the kid did seem to have decent aim, so why would he risk being so close? Did he not trust himself? Or did it have something to do with damage control? Jason vaguely remembered someone mentioning the amount of property damage done by the ghost attacks while they were going over details of the mission before arriving in Amity.

While Vlad clearly had more experience, he wasn’t anywhere near as fast or flexible as Danny. While the older halfa could use the openings in Danny’s self-taught fighting style to his advantage, the kid’s speed and agility helped even the playing field. And, Danny now had backup.

Jason’s task was fairly simple: distract Plasmius enough to let Danny get some hits on him while trying to get Vlad closer to the ground. Luckily for Danny, he was a pretty good shot. Bruce and the others also helped. While the ones with him hadn’t chosen any long range ecto-weaponry, Bruce and the others kept Plasmius busy with their own various projectiles, some of which could explode.

After a few good hits, Plasmius turned his attention towards them. He flew down to fire a few close-range attacks, but Jason and the others easily dodged out of the way. When he turned to try another volley, Danny hit him from behind with one of his own blasts. The kid followed up with a different colored blast, blue this time. Ice cracked as it formed on the older halfa’s right arm.

Cyrokinesis? None of their intel suggested Danny had such a power. Maybe it was something he rarely used. But it definitely would have been nice to know about a few hours ago.

Speaking of abilities, Vlad hadn’t tried duplicating again. He hadn’t been shy about using it during his earlier fights. Maybe he was starting to tire. Or maybe he didn’t want too many people knowing about it. There were still normal guests in the room after all. But it didn’t make much sense why he had been so willing to use that specific power against them.

Had he just been flexing when he overshadowed the guests? It was possible since he did seem to view Jason as a potential candidate for a son. And since he wasn’t used to fighting against people who could fight against him, he possibly figured it was the only way to get the upper hand against Jason and the rest of his family.

Judging by the narrowed eyes, Bruce noticed the difference too. He made a brief gesture to the demon brat, and the two shot a grappling hook into the ceiling in an attempt for an airborne attack while Plasmius was distracted by Danny. They were able to connect, and Plasmius shrieked in pain from the combination of the blows and the shocks from their belts.

Although he didn’t fall to the ground, Plasmius did lose some altitude, allowing Cass an opportunity to launch an attack of her own. While he was distracted by her, Jason viewed it as the perfect opportunity for a few more shots while Bruce and Damian safely landed. While the first two hit, the halfa recovered enough to use the ice encasing his arm as a temporary shield before spinning around and smacking Danny, who had been closing in, with it. A pinkish aura could be seen in the ice before it was blasted apart. Energy crackled around Plasmius’ hand in much the same way raw electricity would.

“I’m impressed, Daniel.” The light tone of Plasmius’ voice didn’t match his scowl. “I didn’t realize your core already developed an elemental aspect. It’s already fairly rare among ghosts, and it’s almost unheard of to develop one within a year of formation.”

“You should be glad I did. If I hadn’t, Undergrowth would have taken root in Amity, permanently.” Danny shot another blue beam of energy towards the other halfa, who dodged out of the way. Jason and the others also had to move as it hit a little too close to them. A few spikes of ice grew where the beam hit the floor.

When they had more time, he was going to have to ask Danny about this Undergrowth. Judging by the name and the obvious pun Danny made, who or whatever it was probably had plant-based powers. He briefly wondered if this Undergrowth could control people like Poison Ivy could.

Plasmius chuckled as he let another volley of batarangs harmlessly pass through him. Something in his demeanor changed as that pink energy began crackling around him. “How cute. But Daniel, did you really think something like that would stop me? Even with help from the Batman and menagerie of children, you’re struggling to land any hits. Let me demonstrate why you need my help.” Plasmius began spinning in the air. Sparks of that pink energy increased and danced around his form.

Jason didn’t like where this was going. The way the energy seemed to build, and the air around them went from still to a howling wind. Shit, it was way too much like attacks he’d seen from some of the speedsters. Knowing something needed to be done, he fired a few shots towards Plasmius, but the now swirling magenta energy deflected it.

The old man tried his hand, but he had a bit more luck. Using a more volatile type of batarang, he was able to cause an explosion as soon as the few he threw met Plasmius’ energy. While it stopped Plasmius from continuing to spin, it forced an energy discharge that swept through the room. Jason had to plunge his knife into the floor to prevent himself from being knocked backwards.

Thankfully, the rest of the guests had been evacuated by then. He wasn’t sure how many normal people would be able to handle that discharge without injury.

When he righted himself, he realized Plasmius grabbed Danny by the neck. There didn’t seem to be any visible machine, but he did something that made Danny scream and convulse as if he’d been shocked. The whitish transformation ring Jason has seen only once before momentarily appeared around Danny’s waist before fizzling out. Plasmius repeated the action causing Danny more pain.

The Pit snarled and spit as green tinged his vision followed by a momentary flash of something bright. He vaguely heard Bruce shout something as he rushed forward, but it didn’t matter to him. He needed to wrench that bastard’s hands off of Danny before shattering them. Was it possible to kill something that was already half dead? He should find out. The Pit seemed to like that idea as it surged through his body and gave him strength.

Plasmius gave him an arrogant grin as he flaunted the now limp teenager in his grip. He said something, but Jason wasn’t interested in listening. Instead, he fired a shot directly at the man’s head. Ah, he dodged, but he wouldn’t do that for long. Jason fired a quick volley of shots, most of which hit, and the ghost seemed to stumble in the air. It was enough for him to drop the unresponsive teen.

He should have continued blasting Plasmius, but when he realized that Danny wasn’t moving as fell, he wrenched his focus on to the teen. Skidding across the floor, he just barely caught the kid before he crashed. While the kid’s eyes were open, they were unfocused, and he was shaking.

Seething, Jason raised his ecto-gun towards Plasium, who floated about twenty feet above him wearing a smug grin. “Go ahead and try it,” he hissed as he started to pull the trigger. Before he had a chance to follow through, Bruce forcibly changed the trajectory. “Fuck off! I’ll kill him!”

“Hood, that’s a duplicate.” He blinked a few times as he registered what the old man said.

“I see you caught on to my ruse, or perhaps one of your children told you. Either way, I got at least one of the things I wanted tonight.” Plasmius bowed before his form dissolved into nothing.

“That bastard.” As much as he wanted to continue chasing Plasmius, he needed to stop and take care of Danny. The kid wasn’t shaking as much as earlier, but his eyes were still unfocused. Once he was sure Danny was okay, he was going to brainstorm several revenge plots. Although he’d prefer to do that on his own, he should probably recruit his siblings. Sure, he could come up with some very intricate ways of torture on his own, but sometimes the others had ideas that would never have occurred to him. And with Bruce being Bruce, having his siblings help ‘reign’ him in would probably make the old man feel better about it.

“Anyways, how’d you know that was a duplicate?” he asked as he maneuvered Danny so he could carry the kid on his back since none of the others could safely touch him in his ghost form. He noted that Danny barely weighed anything. Hopefully, that was a side effect of being part ghost and not from being malnourished from the lack of edible food.

The old man raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t hear Nightwing’s report?”

“Sorry, the fact that I just watched a kid who was already killed once by electricity be electrocuted, twice, in front of me took precedence.” He gritted his teeth as he brushed past Bruce. While he probably already figured he’d temporarily lost control, Jason wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Besides, he’d been able to come out of it very quickly this time without him murdering someone, not for lack of trying.

Bruce surprisingly didn’t say anything in response. However, the way his eyes narrowed and how he ever so slightly pursed his lips suggested he was analyzing him.

“What the fuck’s your problem?”

“And here I thought you could multitask better than that. Did those shocks from Masters’ machine affect your hearing too?” Damian teased. That brat enjoyed the misfortune of his family a bit too much at times. It probably just reinforced his superiority complex.

He ignored the demon brat. But now that he had a moment to calm himself, that feeling in his chest from earlier seemed more pronounced than it was. If he wasn’t imagining things, the Waters of the Pit seemed to be humming. Weird. That sensation was almost calming. He’d figure out why it was doing that later.

“While we work on getting Phantom to safety, what did the Golden Boy say?” he asked as he started moving towards the door to the ballroom.

“Masters appeared in his human form and inserted himself among the crowd when he had his duplicate attack,” the old man explained.

“He gave himself an alibi. Fucker.” With him appearing in the same place as his duplicate, that meant it would be much harder to prove Masters had done anything criminal. It was just like with Felipe Garzonas all over again minus the diplomatic immunity, but wealth often provided similar protection. It would make him just as hard to touch as Luthor, maybe even harder.

As much as he wanted, attempting to go after someone with no known criminal record would probably backfire on him. That meant he was going to have to withdraw and bide his time before he could do anything, and that pissed him off more. And even if the police check the tips they provided about the bodies underground, Masters might just overshadow them to get out of any trouble.

He’d find a way to destroy Masters, even if he’d have to dismantle the man’s empire brick by brick to do it. That was a promise to himself and Danny. The kid obviously had a complicated relationship with Masters, but he shouldn’t feel like the man was an ever-looming threat.

“Hood,” Bruce’s voice brought him out of his thoughts of revenge, “take Phantom and go out the back. You can take him back to the room. Orphan, go with him. Signal mentioned the G.I.W. have arrived.”

Right. The assholes who would kill Danny on sight if they had the chance. “Understood.”

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In Hush (the comic), Jason did get a hold of Tim and held a knife to his throat when he momentarily revealed himself to Bruce. And he did shoot Damian in the head. If I remember correctly, it's played off that Damian was just grazed.

In one of the more recent tellings of how Bruce and Jason met, it's shown Bruce legit abducted him, took him back to the Batcave, and tied him up. And Alfred questioned whether or not Bruce would be keeping him. Also, in Jason's flashback to that event in RHaTO, he attacks Bruce with a tire iron after being caught. I believe it's mentioned only in the original telling, but Jason stole the tires on the anniversary of the deaths of Bruce's parents. And the absurdity of it actually made Bruce laugh.

Dunno if this is common knowledge or not, but Alfred is referred to as Agent A in the field.

I think Jason's official height is 6ft, but heights vary between runs and artists. I personally headcannon that he's somewhere between 6'2" and 6'4". I've seen some posts on Tumblr HC him around 6'7" (6'7" is 2.01 meters). While I can confirm someone of that height can conceal carry an AK-47 with the right clothing (there are reasons I know this), it just doesn't feel right to me to have Jason quite that tall. Dick is usually considered to be 5'10" (I swear the boots add an inch or 2), but it again varies, and Bruce is 6'2".

Also, kicking doors open is quite fun. Unless a wolf spider falls on you.

The kind of whirlwind energy attack me trying to describe an attack Vlad did in "An eye for an Eye".

Felipe Garzonas is the diplomat Jason may or may not have pushed off a balcony during his time as Robin. Jason was frustrated they couldn't act immediately due to diplomatic immunity, and it's unclear if he actually did kill the man or he fell like Jason said he did. The "death in the family" arc starts immediately after this one (them dealing with Garzonas ended in Batman #425 and the events leading up to death in the family starts with Batman #426), and it's mentioned Jason was acting off (abnormally moody, aggressive, resentful, and reckless). This probably contributed to his frustrations with Garzonas.

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Assassin

Tim Drake x Kyle!reader

Summary: Tim Drake is her soulmate but she’s on a job to kill Red Robin. After she finds out Red is her soulmate Tim she backs out of the job and needs some money and she remembers an account she has on a specific platform. And one or two posts leads her soulmate to reach out to her.

A/n: we’re just going to forget about the fact that OnlyFans is banning explicit content (not sure if they even are banning it anymore lol) for this I’m also not entirely sure how it works but I did google certain things I wasn’t sure about.

It wasn’t hard to find Red Robin, just some simple tracking. The only hard part was my next order, I wasn’t sure if I could carry it out or not. I had to kill him, but I’m no murderer, I only kill them if they deserve it and Red Robin does not. If it was Batman I could have actually considered it but not Red Robin.

I’ve had a soft spot for the vigilante ever since he let me go free after I had been caught red handed at an assassination crime sene that got a little messy. It feels like I owe him now, like I’m forever indebted to him. If it wasn’t for the name on my wrist I’d probably say that I owe him my life, after all it happened multiple times. I would look at him with a guilty expression and covered in blood, he knew I did it and that I felt no remorse but he still let me go, every time.

I sighed looking at the name of my soulmate on my wrist knowing that if I kill Red Robin nobody else would let me walk away from a crime scene and that I would be locked up on the spot. I didn’t want a life in prison and not even knowing my soulmate, well I already knew one thing, he was one of Bruce Wayne’s adopted sons. I got up from my position on the roof of Red’s apartment building and jumped down, I can’t do this.

I got back to my apartment and dropped my equipment by the door making a mental note to put it away later. I quickly made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat down on my couch to watch a random movie. Halfway through the movie my phone rang, I looked at my phone to see who it was and saw that it was my mother so I quickly picked it up.

“Mom?”

“Hey, just checking up on you to see if you were okay?” I chuckled knowing that she already knew I was doing just fine and just wanted to see if I found my soulmate, I wouldn’t tell her anything about him, not even his name.

“Yes I’m ok. And before you ask, no I have not found my soulmate.” She sighed frustratedly on the other line.

“Selina, come back to bed..” I heard Bruce, her soulmate, mumble from beside her.

“Gross. Goodnight.” She chuckled at the disgust in my voice and rolled my eyes knowing her next words ‘It’s going to be you and your soulmate soon.’

“Hey! It’s going to be you and your soulmate soon. Goodnight.” Called it! With that she hung up and I threw my phone next to me on the couch. If I was going to end up like that with my soulmate I don’t want it.

When the movie ended I started to flick through the channels until the news caught my eye. The reporter was talking about the theory of Catwoman and Batman dating, I scoffed but then they showed a photo of them kissing but my mom would never cheat, so that meant that Bruce was Batman.

If I put the pieces together properly it also means that Red Hood would be Jason, Nightwing would be Dick, Robin would be Damian, and Red Robin would be-

“No.” I quickly ran to some weapons that I haven’t bothered to clean yet from my most recent encounters with Red Robin and got some of his blood when I scathed his arm and ran it through the computers.

Tim Drake. I looked down at my wrist to see his name then back to the computer to also see his name. I couldn’t believe this, well actually I could it just should have been easier for me to see. My phone rang again but it had a no caller id, knowing it was most likely the person that hired me to kill Red.

“Why hasn’t it been done yet!?” He yelled at me but how on Earth was I supposed to explain that I can’t kill him. I couldn’t straight up telling him that he was my soulmate then he would come for me to figure out his identity.

“I’m taking back on the deal.” I quickly transferred him his money back and heard his phone chime on his line. “That’s your money coming back in.”

“Well you better have some connections you can give me to get the job done.”

“Yeah sure, I have a guy. His number is *** *** ***.” He quickly hung up after I gave him the fake number. But now I have no money to make it through the week. Shit.

There wasn’t much I could do about money besides getting a part time job but there’s no good work places in Gotham. I was screwed. Until I remembered my OnlyFans account that I forgot about awhile ago. It’s also on pay-per-view not monthly subscription so even if I just post a few things now I will get a bit of money from it.

I looked at my old content and noticed that I never posted a shower photo or video, but now that I needed money it seemed like a perfect opportunity. Plus I needed a shower after the day. I got in the shower and lathered some soap on my boobs and torso while recording it and making sure my face stayed out of frame. I also got another video of me masturbating with the adjustable shower head.

When I got out of the shower I posted the videos with a pit in my stomach and mixed feelings about how I’m choosing to make some quick money. I made it $20 to watch the masturbation video and $10 for the soap video.

~

When I checked in the morning 20 people already paid to see the soap video giving me $200 alone and 24 people paid for the masturbation video giving me an additional $480, $680 altogether. I didn’t expect this much money over one night. I put enough money for my rent in a seperate bank account and kept the rest in my main account to spend on groceries and other things.

After transferring the money I got a message on Instagram from Tim. He could finally be making his move, we both follow each other on social media but were too nervous to talk to each other. When I clicked on the notification for his message the first thing I saw in chat was a screenshot of my masturbation video with my wrist circled.

Tim: I thought I was crazy and hallucinating when I saw your name on my wrist, but I guess this confirms it.

Y/n: So did I, but did you watch my videos Timmy??

Tim: Oh definitely not. I just got the photo from Damian’s phone.

Y/n: Is that sass you’re giving me Timothy Jackson Drake?

Tim: It’s called sarcasm, I believe.

Y/n: Well whatever it’s name is I don’t like it, it almost made me cry.

Tim: Really? Did it? Do I need to call the wambulance?

Y/n: Oh most definitely. Yep tell them to get here right now.

~

I wasn’t expecting him to joke along with me but he did and we continued to talk for awhile. Since we were soulmates our relationship evolved pretty quickly. When I told him that I knew he was Red Robin he said he knew I was v/n.

I asked him if he still wanted to be with me even though he was a hero and I was a villain, he didn’t miss a beat on saying that it didn’t matter that we were on opposing sides and that he loved me either way.

It was a bit of a shock when he said he loved me mainly because we still weren’t too far into our relationship plus the only times we see each other is when we’re behind the masks. Nonetheless I said it back and he asked to meet up at either mine or his place, I instantly said his because I have not cleaned in forever.

~

“Hey y/n!” He answered the door when I knocked. He was so much cuter without the mask, I haven’t seen him without it in awhile.

“Hey Tim.” He moved out of the way of the door so I could come in. We both made our way to his couch.

“Would you like anything to drink? Maybe some coffee?” He got up from the couch and took a few small steps into the kitchen. “I was going to have some anyways.”

“Sure, I won’t say no to coffee two sugars please.” We chuckled and he started to make us our drinks. We were having small talk and when he was done he came over and sat next to me on the couch and passed me my drink. Jumping from topic to topic, we ended up talking about our jobs and money.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he paused and shifted to face me. “If I know right, assassins make a fair bit of money, some just over enough to survive. So why do you have an OnlyFans? I mean it’s fine that you do, I’m not judging and I’m fine with it, I’m just curious and you don’t have to answer.”

“Um well, it’s kind of just there if I don’t make enough from my ‘jobs’. In this case however what I’ve posted throughout the past few weeks was because I had a big job so I booked myself out saying I couldn’t take anymore jobs for awhile. But I pulled out last minute and I couldn’t get anymore jobs.” He nodded along while I told him but he still looked like he wanted to know more.

“Is it okay if I ask why you pulled out of it last minute?” I nodded and thought about how I could tell him or if I could just make up an excuse but he would know if I lied.

“I-i don’t really know how to say this.” I still needed some more time but he gave me a nod and a look telling me to take my time. “Well this particular client wanted Red Robin dead. At first I was down, he offered 4 million, and I also had no idea you were my soulmate.”

“If you didn’t know that it was me at the time why did you still pull out? I mean 4 million, wouldn’t it have been hard to walk away last minute?”

“It was because you would let me go from a crime scene and I know that nobody else would, and I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want to go to prison without knowing who my soulmate is.” I looked up at him with teary eyes and he pulled me into his side and asked me with his eyes if it was okay to ask one more question, I nodded.

“How did you find out I was Red Robin?”

“Well it was when I turned on the news and saw that somebody had caught a picture of Batman and Catwoman kissing. I already knew that my mom was Catwoman but I was slightly confused because she would never cheat on her soulmate, so I figured out Bruce was Batman then I managed to figure out that Nightwing is Dick, Red Hood is Jason, the current Robin is Damian, and that left Red Robin and you.”

“So let me get this straight. You found out that I was Red Robin through a photo of Bruce and Selina kissing in their suits?” He laughed and so did I.

“Pretty much yeah.” We were still giggling and our eyes met looking at each other with a mischievous glint in them. “Wanna cause some drama?”

“What kind are you thinking about v/n?” He leaned down to kiss my lips.

“Well, Bruce knows that your Red Robin, obviously, and my mom knows I’m v/n, how much of a shock will it be if they happened to see a photo of us on the news like their photo.”

“Mmm I don’t know…” He chuckled I knew he was still going to do it. We both knew.

That night we got our phones blown up from messages but we only discarded them at home while we went out for an expensive dinner. Courtesy to my OnlyFans payments.

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All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning. 

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

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“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”  

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Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.  

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”  

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.  

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

-

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks,  while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”  

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her. 

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him. 

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated. 

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight. 

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well. 

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

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Next chapter is gonna be fun, guys. 😈 But let me know what you thought of this one. 

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In Health

Batmom!Reader x Batfamily

Warning: Angst, Angry Tim Drake

Note: I knoooooow it's been a while since I wrote this series and I actually have finished it a while ago. Just figure I want to share the rest. Enjoy!

Masterlist, Previous Chapter

You bit the inside of your cheeks, your eyes travelled constantly to the watch on your wrist. The iced coffee you ordered fifteen minutes ago already half gone. Metropolis was bright and sunny that day, the weather was warm and nice. A welcomed contrast to gloomy Gotham with its perpetual cloud.

The coffee shop Lois had told you about was buzzed with hungry patrons, considering it was almost lunchtime anyway. It was a breath of relief that nobody would recognize you on the first glance, something you had learned fairly quickly since Bruce had publicly claimed you years ago. If you went somewhere with shirts and jeans and nothing shiny, nobody would recognize you that you are Y/N Wayne.

You glanced into your watch again for the millionth time that day. Was the request to meet up too much for them? Were you too harsh on them back in the days? It’s unusual for–

“Hey, oh my god, we’re so sorry. Our meeting last longer than we expected.”

Lois suddenly came into frame. Behind her was a slightly disheveled Clark, eyeing her behind his glasses hesitantly. Something sank at the bottom of you stomach by the sight alone, perhaps you were indeed way too harsh on him.

“It’s alright, I didn’t wait that long anyway,” you mustered a white lie as you gestured them to take a seat across yours. “How’s Jon doing? I miss him coming over on the weekend.”

“He is fine. Clark and I bought him a video game console on his birthday and all he’s been doing was glued his eyes on the TV,” Lois rolled her eyes fondly at the topic of her own son, something you've been doing for years since you are a mother too. “How are the kids?”

“I figure Jon had been talking about his video games with Damian. He asked me if he could buy one just yesterday,” you laughed. “The kids are fine, per usual. Dick and Jason had been a little busy with their job, so they usually only come over on the weekend. Damian tried to woo me into adopt another pet again last week, Cass been practicing ballet a lot lately, and Tim... well... it’s been a little tough for him to fill Bruce’s shoes in the company but he’s doing well so far.”

There was a little shift in the air after you finished. Lois subtly adjusted her seat, silently sent a look towards her husband who looked a little too nervous to be comfortable. It would be funny to see Superman himself squirmed on his seat if the reason behind it didn’t left a bitter aftertaste.

“Lunch?” you swiftly opened the menu book to dissipate the growing tension and gently shoved it into Clark’s lap. “It’s on me.”

The lunch was surprisingly normal and calm, the thought of the dreading event was swept away underneath the nonexistent rug. Lois had been talking about the newest article she was writing about and Clark was obviously waltzed around carefully to not touching the superhero business, and you played your best to ignore it.

“Lois, Clark,” you started as everyone finally finished their lunch and the empty plates were taken away. “I am here to apologize for what I have done... three months ago. And what I might have said.”

There was silence hung in the air as Lois and Clark shared a look together. It was Lois who immediately reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. “Hon, you have nothing to apologize for. We understand, you were–”

“It was still rude and uncalled for, and my circumstance was a mere explanation. Especially to you, Clark,” you rolled your shoulders slightly to face Clark better, eyes fell into the balled fist on his lap. “You were only trying to explain, but I shut you out. I know you lost your best friend too that night and I am so sorry I didn’t try to reach you out sooner.”

“Y/N, it’s–”

“No, no, it’s not.” you breathed shakily. You had prepared your best for this inevitable conversation, but still unaware how painful it could be. “Bruce wouldn’t want me to act that way.”

Silence now had fallen completely and the air had shifted drastically. The only thing that grounded you from withering away and succumb into your own thought was Lois’s thumb gently stroking your wrist. Clark was stunned silent on his seat, the gears on his mind worked twice harder than it usually did in past three months. Nothing had prepared him for this conversation.

“Y/N, I forgive you. I already had long ago. I understand completely, and I would probably act worse if I were in your shoes,” Clark breathed out. All the tension in his shoulders that hinder him in the last forty-five minutes had dissipated into the thin air.

“Thank you,” you lifted your eyes to meet his. Sometimes you forgot how unnaturally blue his eyes were, cold and calculating, even though the corner of his eyes and the smile lines soften it out. It almost reminded you with Bruce. “Can you... can you tell me what happened that night? You were there with him, didn’t you?”

Lois and Clark shared another look, something told you that both knew what you didn’t. “Are you sure you want to hear this now?”

“I need my closure, Clark. And I’d love to know which son of a bitch that take my husband away.”

Clark told you everything in vivid details, the hairs on your shoulders stood in dread by the explanation alone. He talked about the League mission, the warehouse, and the explosion that had killed Bruce and suspected blown his body into unrecognizable tiny bits. By the time he was finished, you were close to tears, and was pleasantly surprised you didn’t weep your heart outs right away in a public place.

“One question,” you wiped the stubborn tears that started to well on your eyes. You mustered a silent thank you as Clark offered his handkerchief. “Was Red Robin there? Was Red Robin called for backup?”

“I can’t remember. What about him?”

You took a sharp breath, the image of Tim weeping on your lap and repeating his apology played inside your mind like a broken movie. “He obsessively investigating his death, saying it was his fault it happened in the first place.”

Lois tighten her grip on your hand and squeezed harder. It wasn’t a secret that your son was bad at letting go and coping with loss, but it had been a huge toll to knew he blamed himself for it. Clark sent you an apologetic look, and you were surprised that you didn’t dread the look.

“It wasn’t his fault. It was supposed to be an easy investigation, an in-and-out mission. Nobody could come prepared for the explosion,” Clark reassured you, although it was addressed more to Tim instead of you. “The machines...”

A sudden rang from Clark’s phone interrupted his words. He watched it rang briefly before let out a dreading, long sigh. “I’m so sorry, but I really need to take this.”

You smiled reassuringly. “Go on.”

Turns out, Lois and Clark had been called for another meeting and had to cut their meeting short. Lois had hugged you tight and drop a promise to come over by weekend for dinner. Clark left a lingering touch on your wrist, his eyes widen as if he had come into a realization he hadn’t before, but he left before he able to muster any single words.

The ride back to Gotham was long and tedious. The traffic had made the trip an hour and half longer than it was necessary, but the sunset at the horizon was a sight for sore eyes. The chance to catch a beautiful sunset was close to zero in Gotham, so you preserved the moment as much as you could. A little part of your soul wished Bruce could witness such sight with you.

You arrived right before dinnertime, the manor was surprisingly quiet, spared for some noises Alfred made in the kitchen as he prepared for dinner. One thing about Wayne household was silent wasn’t a good thing, and one should be suspicious if it happened.

“Where are the others? It’s eerily quiet.” your head popped up in the kitchen. “Alfred, it smells delicious. Are you making Shepherd’s pie again?”

“Miss Y/N, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t surprise me like that anymore,” Alfred deadpanned. “Yes, I am. How was your meeting?”

“It went well. I... I finally get the explanation I deserved,” you sat across the kitchen island, your bag fell into the floor as you did. “Thank you for convincing me into reaching out to him.”

Alfred pressed his lips together into a pleased smile. “You have found your closure, I assumed?”

“I don’t know about that, Alfred,” you admitted. “But it was great to finally know what happened and not left in the dark. Maybe it was a good step for me.”

“I believe so, Miss Y/N.”

“Are those teas for the kids?” you shifted the topic away into a tray full of teacups and biscuits. “Where are they?”

“All of them are cramped together in Batcave, I believe. Master Damian had asked me to brought them some teas.”

“Let me take it to them. You can continue bake your Shepherd’s Pie again.”

Alfred was hesitant, but he nodded away and shoved the tray into your embrace. It had been long overdue for you to step back into the Batcave anyway, figured this would be a great time for you to go back.

You forgot how much you hated the perpetual coldness the Batcave seemed to persistently have, no matter how many efforts everyone had put years ago into make this place warmer and comfortable. The sound of your children bickering with each other filled the cave and it made you smile, for all of its worth, you had always admired your children’s tendency to find things to argue about.

It was until the sound of fist slammed against the table that stopped you in your track and wiped away your smile.

“Stop it, Timbers, stop this fucking bullshit!” Jason’s voice roared, followed with the ear-ripping screeches of bats that had been awoken from their slumber by his roaring voice alone.

“I am telling you the truth!” Tim said heatedly, which was alarming. You quickly hid yourself in the shadows between the costume displays, finding yourself a better spot to watched your children without being known. “Why can’t you believe me?”

“Look at me in the eye and tell me that was not a fucking bullshit!”

“Tim, bud, come on. You need to stop. This isn’t healthy,” Dick’s concerned voice chimed in between the heated stares Jason and Tim exchanged. Your heart sank from that words alone, Tim must had investigating again. “You have us. We can get through this together. But not like this.”

“TT. Drake, you have started to creep me out,” Damian’s equally concerned voice, albeit masked with his usual scowl and sarcasm, piped in. “Also, you look like you hadn’t sleep since you were born.”

“Thanks for the flattery. But listen–”

“Stop it. Stop. Shut your mouth!” Jason yelled again. His finger intimidatingly pointed towards Tim, his eyes filled with rage and frustration. “Have you heard yourself talking?”

“Won’t you all give me a fucking minute to explain myself?” Tim stood from his chair; his fist crumpled together into a ball clenched on his side. It was such an eerie sight to see him so worked up like this. “Cass?”

You saw Cass silently shook her head. She sent Tim an apologetic smile as Tim groaned in frustration.

“Why none of you would just listen to me?”

“Tim, there is no way in hell Bruce is still alive!”

The roar that came from Dick was eerie, but it was his words that split your world into half. You didn’t realize the tray had slipped from your grasp until it clashed with cold floor, your gasp was masked with the loud clang of the tray hitting the floor and the sound of teacups shattered into pieces. All eyes followed towards the sound, and all were surprised to spot their mother was there.

You saw from the corner of your eyes that Dick walked towards you. His shoulders were tensed, his eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and anger. But your eyes fell on Tim whose eyes widen in horror upon realizing that your unknown presence was lurking all these times. You could mentally see the guilt that slowly seeped through his initial shock, the blue in his eyes waver slightly with the swirling guilt. You walked towards Tim, and from the look on his face alone, you wondered if you looked as if you were about to swallow him whole.

“Mom...” Tim croaked.

“Mom, it’s alright. It was nothing.”

“Ma, let’s go upstairs. It’s dinnertime, you never like it when we–”

“Tim.” The firmness on your voice effectively silence your two oldest sons out. Your hands gently placed on Tim’s shoulders as you shut your eyes and counted from one to ten. “Tell me everything.”

“W-what?”

“Tell me everything you know. Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Mom, I don’t think you should see it.”

“He was my husband, Tim. I deserve to know.”

Tim pressed his lips together, his eyes travelled up slowly before he let out a sigh. “Just tell me to stop when it gets too much.”

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Momma is a badass?

Fandom: DC Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Batmom!reader (in the background) Word count: 1.4k Summary: Your Children don’t know about a big part of your past, but when the situation calls for it, they find out, one way or anotherm Requested by a hydrated Anon: since the request are kinda open. Can i request something where batmom was a former suicide squad member, now dating batman and the batkids dont know? Maybe they are in a dangerous fight against someone and the suicide squad helps them? only if this is okay for you. No pressure or something. Stay hydrated love

Your children knew that you were a great fighter, one that could hold herself against Bruce easily, and they knew that you had been a vigilante long before you had met their father and fallen into the more domestic role of a part-time event-organizer and a full-time momma at day and a crime fighter at night. Sometimes they had tried to ask you and Bruce about what you had done for the most of your early adulthood, but they never found out anything about what happened between your 18th and 25th birthday. A few of them - mostly Tim, Steph and Damian - had thought about finding out the old-fashioned way, but everytime they seriously considered it they remembered that not once since you had taken them in as your children have you breached their privacy without a very, very good reason. So they quickly started to forget about it again and face their own problems. What none of your children had expected was that that blank on your resume was going to be filled on what was supposed to be an easy mission in Gotham’s Docks. You and Bruce were the ones who went, Tim on the Comms, only to find that three of the most dangerous and violent - but in themselves alone relatively small - crime families had “bonded” together to defeat the one thing that kept them from ‘rising to their true size’: Your family. The two of you were good, years of beating and defeating big baddies have shown so much, but not even the two of you were good enough to defeat the small army that was attacking you now. Under the hail of bullets that were raining down on you, a few of them hitting your body armour, but luckily not you, you barely managed to dive for cover behind a metal pillar. Looking over you were relieved to find Bruce behind cover too, seemingly not hurt. He nodded at you, most likely having the same thoughts about you, before talking to you and Tim over the Comms. “Red, we need everyone here asap, this is at least a code blue situation.” “Code blue? I thought this was just a quick in-and-out,” Tim asked surprised. “Just do it, no time to explain,” Bruce grunted as he threw a Batarang at a particularly bold individual that tried to break his cover, disarming him quickly and knocking him unconscious. “I contacted everyone, Nightwing and Red Hood are on their way, ETA is at least ten minute. Robin is preparing and will be there in five. Oracle is going to take over the Comms as soon as she’s online from her homebase and then I’ll hurry over with Black Bat. The others will try to come, but are indispensable at the moment,” Tim informed you and you could hear the almost inhumane quick tapping of his keyboard in the background. Before you had the chance to answer you noticed the small circular object rolling towards you and just almost managed to kick it away and shield yourself with your cape. “We don’t have enough time to wait for all of them!” you shouted over the sound of another explosion and when you looked over at Bruce you almost saw the internal conversation, “They’re on a mission not far from here, they could be here in five minutes.” “Who are you talking about?” Tim asked, but you and your husband just ignored him. “Do it!” Bruce said after he had to dive for a new cover when the pillar he was standing behind got damaged by another granate. Not waiting another second you pulled out a small button that was protected by a glass hood. You clicked the glass hood off and pushed the button, a little relief flooding you when you saw the blinking light below it implicate that the signal was received. Now you just had to survive long enough for your help to arrive. Tim and Cassandra, closely followed by Damian, arrived shortly after, but even with the five of you, you weren’t remotely able to do more than hold yourself against the seemingly never ending attack that got worse with every minute. When you heard the flapping of a chopper somewhere above you, you could have wept with joy, but soon got pulled back into reality when a bigger explosion rang through your ears and debris from the newly bombed open roof missed you by literal inches. After making sure neither your husband, not your children were hurt badly, you looked up to find that the chopper was not the one you had hoped for when you were looking directly into the barrel of a bomb launcher. The thought of retreating filled your mind, but before you could suggest, you saw the opposing chopper blow up in a haze of fire before a very familiar crazy laugh filled your ears - even if it was still half a mile or so away. More explosions rang through the enemy lines and the shift in power was immediately feelable. You had just won the upper hand. Five ropes were lowered around you and soon after you found yourself surrounded by your former team - or rather one version of it, the suicide squad never really being one to keep stagnate. “Did ‘ya miss us sugar?” Harley crackled as she fell around your neck, hugging you with one arm while the other was occupied with shooting an enemy that had been charging at the six of you. “You wouldn’t believe how much,” you smiled and - after quickly greeting the rest of the team - got back to fighting. Dick and Jason joined the fight shortly before the end - before your win - and were surprised by the people who were fighting in such a harmony with their mother that it looked like they had been fighting with you for years, but with the fight still going on they had little time to care about it too much. The twelve of you together had an easy time fighting against the gangs and it only took a few minutes more before you left unconscious, dead (the suicide squad had no no-killing rule after all) and tied up gang members for the police to lock up. The squad's chopper had been severely damaged during the fight so the five went with you to a second-emergency base on the outskirts of Gotham to wait for Waller to send them a pick-up, leaving you with a bit of time to catch up with your old mates. While you were laughing and talking to Harley, Rick, Floyd, Digger and Tatsu like you were old friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, Bruce standing a few feet behind you - keeping up his grim persona, but not stopping you from interacting with the (mostly) villains - your children were at the other side of the room completely dumbfounded at the way their mother was acting.

“Remember that time Waller almost blew up your head because you thought it was a good idea to play pranks in the base?” you asked laughing, the others joining you. “Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know she’d react to a bit of water like that,” Dagger shrugged, but smiled at the memory. “Can’t believe it’s been so long already since I left, it feels like yesterday I almost cut your eyes out,” you smiled - you much like Katana not having been there as a criminal, but rather as a guard yourself. “Hey, if you want back, we’d gladly take you in, I still think Waller considered planting a bomb in your head just so that you would come back and bring some order back,” Rick shrugged, but you just shook your head. “Thank you, but no thank you, I have a life here now. Also I don’t think Hubby would like that too much,” you giggled a little and blew a kiss at Bruce, who responded only with a stern nod in an interaction that your children would have usually found hilarious if they weren’t so occupied with staring. “Ya’know sugah, Ah love attention, Ah really do, but even Ah get uncomfortable if dah little batlings keep on starin’ like tha’,” Harley nudged your shoulder and nodded into the direction of your children. “Oh, don’t mind my little ones, they just didn’t know about my time at the suicide squad,” you shrugged, well aware that you were going to have a lot to explain later on.

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How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better  make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my  entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

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