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He's my collar

Synopsis: You were saved by your ex-mentor, then Batman saved you from him. Even with your habilities It seems like you will never stop being a damsel in distress. Don't worry though, you are just a puppy who just got adopted by the best caretaker ever. And he knows what you need even better than yourself.

Pairing: Yandere!Batman X Villain turned hero!Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Tw: 18+; Dubcon between Yan!Bruce X Gn!Reader; Reader has a pussy and an uterus; Grooming?!; Reader is inexperienced and a virgin; Reader is a people pleaser; age gap (Reader is 21 and Bruce is on his 40’s); fingering!reader receiving; mentions of sexu4l harr4sment, s3xual 4ssault and pedoph1lia (nothing happens, reader was just afraid of being a victim growing up); Bruce is very touchy and Reader doesn't know how to feel about that; power imbalance; Reader has intense daddy and trust issues, intrusive thoughts and a rough background; mentions of family loss; fluff, suggestive and angst; manipulation and guilt tripping; platonic!batfamily are happy, Damian loves you and no one knows Bruce is a yandere for you, but they are kinda weirded out by the age gap; English is not my first language.

Word count: 8,5k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: that's how I’m picturing villain!reader suit and that's the vigilant suit. Also It was really hard to find cool names for reader’s villain ex-mentor and reader’s villain and hero persona, but you can imagine whatever suit and name you want

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You were 11 when your deadbeat father handed you over to Overkill to appease the criminal’s anger. That day, you lost your birth name and became Onslaught.

When you joined him you were afraid your fate would be to become his sex slave, it wouldn't be absurd to think he wanted to use you like that since the last time you saw your father, when he was on his knees, crying for his life to be spared, he cried an offer that your mentor accepted: my kid! Take my kid! They already bleed! Check their underwear! They're already grown, take them and do whatever you want to them! Don't even have to bring them back, take them with you if you want! They can clean and cook and will do whatever you want, I swear! they will keep quiet! I won't tell anyone!

Tsk. Pathetic old man.

Later he told you he only took you in because cruelty against kids was the only line he refused to cross and hated who committed It. He said you were better off with him If your own father made a strange and violent man an offer of such disgusting nature.

Overkill never touched you the way your father expected. If 99% of the time he didn't treat you like a minion, and 1% as his ward, you could even love him. He definitely was your second (shitty) father figure.

Instead, he did make you cook and clean, but only when you weren't training and studying to be his sidekick. He was a villain-for-hire. Sketchy civilians, crime bosses, supervillains and corrupt politicians would hire you both to do the stealing, killing and terrorizing. When you became his, it meant he could get more jobs while working less and earning more. He got 99% of the money and you would get 1%. Literally. If he was in a good mood, felt you deserved a treat or one of the clients showed a liking to you, he gave you more, never more than his own part though.

It was just one more way to keep the leash of the puppy attached to him. Keep you dependent. He also used psychological methods for that, you knew that now.

When you were a kid, before he became your mentor, like every normal child, you developed an obsession. Some liked dinosaurs. Some liked princesses. Some liked insects. You liked wolves. You used to spend hours imagining yourself being one of them. Running through the woods with a pack that would accept, love and protect you. Your cries for help, the night that your father beat your mom to her grave and was close to doing the same to you, were howls to the moon. Calling for help. Calling for someone. But the only one who could hear your frequency was him.

Your savior. Your keeper. The alpha of your little two member pack.

When you were 21 your whole life changed for the second time. Batman caught Overkill, cut off his claws, put a muzzle on him and left him in Belle Reve.

He was merciful to you though, he was a hero after all, and he investigated your history. He gave you options: 1-Live a civilian and lawful life. 2-Learn his ways and become a vigilant by his side, saving lives and all that shit that made heros panties wet. 3-Keep the lifestyle of a criminal and next time he saw Onslaught in action he would break your legs and put you in a cage right next to your packleader's.

You chose the second option.

And that was how Onslaught was dead and Silverclaw was born.

Batman set you up in one of his safehouses, helped get a new identity and you were to patrol the city with him every night. You thought because you were an adult he would leave you on your own when It came to education and a job, he didn't. He insisted on giving you money until you found a common daytime job.

— Are you doing that to make sure I’m not gonna try to monetize from saving people? — You looked at him suspiciously, searching for a facial reaction that could give him away. None came. Dude was really stoic.

— No.

— You are trying to control me then. — You crossed your arms, being mindful of your new claws.

— I’m trying to help you. — Batman stared at you a lot. If you didn't know better you would think he was a statue in the middle of your new living room from how still he was. You huffed. — You can trust me…

— Can I, really? Can you trust me? — You challenged him, half stepping forward and learning slightly in his direction while touching the bat in his chest with the tip of your claw. He didn't react.

— You will show me.

You chose not to respond and resumed your previous actions of looking around your new home. You pretended to just be touring curiously but the man knew you were searching for cameras or bugs he could use to secretly monitor you. Or just have a peepshow.

— You always do this to the rest of your bats? — He didn't answer. — Maybe not all, I imagine Red Hood wouldn't like it. You don't mind that he is a crime lord right? Or is that the reason you are always fighting?! — He still didn't answer. — Wow, Geez, you never shut up, you know?! Let other people talk. Uh, sorry, I shouldn't be talking like that with my new boss, right?

— I'm not your boss.

— Babysitter then?

— Mentor… Until you can work on your own… — You roll your eyes. So much for admitting he didn't trust you yet. Well, you didn't either.

After three months he changed your suit to have a bat brand on your left shoulder, you were an official member of his team, and gave you access to the batcave. You always saw him, some of the others and his butler coming and going from the elevator, but never tried It, even If he never out loud forbade you from doing it. You noticed they were all very close and didn't feel like you belonged among them, so you didn't need to know where that elevator took you, even If you were often in the cave.

On the 5th month you passed out from an injury after saving Robin. Two-face flipped the coin and his bullet was aiming straight to Robin’s head but he was so small that when you ran in front of him it hit your abdomen. You woke up four hours later in the cave and Batman took his mask off and thanked you for saving his son. That night you found out all of their identities and that the elevator took you to Wayne Manor. Damian, Alfred, Bruce, Tim and Dick (who showed up to thank you as soon as he heard what you prevented from happening with his baby brother) all insisted that you spent the night in one of the guest rooms due to your recent injury.

It took a week of you trying to leave until you managed to. Everyone always found a way to convince you to stay. They were nice and It felt like a warm welcome into their group.

— Damian looks up to you. — Bruce calmly stated after stopping in front of you one day, a month after your recovery was complete and you were out and about at night again. After watching you sparing with Robin for an hour and a half, the opened case was officially forgotten on his ‘batcomputer’ behind him.

— Yeah, I can really feel him putting all his love on his tiny fists when he hits me and leave me bruised and sore for days. — You comment nonchalantly while taking a sip of water and glancing at the kid running towards the elevator. Your mentor snorted.

— He wants you to see him as someone on your level or above. To know that he is reliable and you can call for him when you need help. He did the same with everyone here. Chalenged them, I mean. — You open your mouth to respond but freeze and your arm instintively moves on its own to grip his wrist when he tries to touch your shoulder.

You both stare a each other frozen and in silence for a few seconds before you snap out of it and let go of his wrist.

— My bad.

His hand is still in the air and he slowly retreats It to his side while still analizing you.

— Are you scared of me? — You shake your head hurriedly.

— It was instinct. — You leave It at that.

You both spend a few moments just staring the other down until he clears his throat and step back.

— I’m on a case. You need to work on your detective skills more. Are you free now or are you going to your nest? — You felt deeply grateful for his change of subject and agreed.

You went to grab another seat but his long legs beat you to It, rolled the chair in the direction of the computer and gentlemanly gestured for you to seat down, pushing the chair forward to accommodate you when your tights touched the padding. You raised your eyebrows wearily after the whole interaction but didn't react more than that while he situated himself on his ‘batseat’ beside you.

After a few minutes you unconsciously relaxed your muscles and your conversation went on for hours. You were delightened by how easy It was to talk to him, the first time It didn't feel like an interaction between you that wasn't strictly mentor and apprentice, instead, It felt more like a friend giving you tips and you sucked up on all the knowledge and attention he provided you. He seemed in a good mood and even gave you his signature small smile and praised you a few times when you got something right.

At some point Alfred came down to provide you both with tea and snacks, he seemed to pause for a second while his eyes flew from you to Bruce, who was behind you since you turned around to acknouledge his entrance, covering most of his emotions towards the sight. He semeed kinda… Intrigued. Maybe surprised or awkward. You hacked your brain trying to understand but he turned around and left, Bruce was pushing your cup into your hands before you came to any conclusion.

— You like tea? — He questioned and the contrast between this question and the gory case you were discussing seconds before amused you.

— Uhh, I guess? — You brought the cup closer to your lips, copying his actions as he did the same while looking at you casually. — I like more coffee though, and Overkill was a coffee enthusiast so we drank a lot.— You scrunched your nose at the fleeting memory of your old mentor and the weird reminder that he had a human personality behind his usual strict behavior.

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly for a second before the expression vanished. He never held back when it came to showing contempt towards anyone from his team’s past who was associated with crime.

— Were you close to him? — Suddenly he seemed more serious. You wondered if you were misreading the mood this whole time or were just doing it right now.

— Hmm… Not really… It's complicated… - You took another sip.

— I’m listening. — He seemed sincere. Apparently you were having a break from work.

— He wasn't all bad, I mean, he saved me, but… He still kept me around for all business… — Part of you felt like grieving for some reason. — I guess I ended up seeing him as as father figure, or I wanted to, but… — Bruce held himself not to tense. For the first time since the work talk stopped he took his eyes off of your face and looked at his cup. — He just… He knew how to keep his distance while still keeping me by his side 24/7. — He looked at you again, with a more neutral semblance than before. — At leash until I turned 18. He changed when I turned 18. — Bruce furrowed his eyebrows with concern. It was still odd to know someone cared about you.

— How so?

You cleared your throat. It was the first time you thought about the past since becoming a lonely wolf, or rather, you thought you were a lonely wolf, that changed when you realized you now had friends. Thinking about the past was pointless when you barely had something to be nostalgic about. You only had memories you desperately wanted to forget.

— Well… You know how his only weak spot are kids. When I hit 18, I stopped being a kid for him. I was finally too old to commit mistakes. I think he saw me as a possible threat and wanted to prevent me from becoming one by proving how much power he had over me. He was a boss for me just as much as any goom beneath him.

Bruce nodded thoughtfully. You didn't say more, afraid of delving too much on something you avoided to think about until your darkest nights.

Suddenly you felt your whole body tense when you felt his warm and big hand rest just above your knee and squeeze. You fixed your gaze on his hand but didn't move more than that. It felt strange, you weren't used to gentle touches and maybe there was something more, you Just didn't now what yet. It got worse when he kept his palm there and went further, rolling his thumb in circles around your clothed knee. The thick sweatpants fabric kept the barrier of intimacy up albeit the heat radiating off of him somehow challenged it. How can someone be so warm? You envied people who where always warm like that. You hated feeling cold — one of the reasons why you liked your suit so much.

— I’m sorry about that… — His voice mande your eyes snap to his again, he had a sincere expression. It was off putting and seemed out of character since he was always stoic, at least around you.

You bite your lip in a display of nervousness that escaped your usually well conceived emotions. Your heart beat faster when for a fleeting second he looked at your mouth and just as fast he was fixed on your eyes again. You didn't think the action had any hidden meaning, nor was it intentional, still, you felt the the need to run and hide.

— … Sure… — You moved to cross your legs, silently prompting him to finally take his hand off after lingering for too long. You looked back to the computer, determined to ignore what just happened and reflect on what it meant later. You missed his displeasement.

Bruce never expected himself to feel attracted to you. As he got older, the age range of the people he felt attracted to accompanied his age. He kept to himself and willed it away at first, but you were so… You.

You tried acting cold, kinda like him. But you needed him and strays always caught his attention. Unlike his kids he had a hunch that you wouldn't flourish by being independent and left on your own. You needed a keeper.

At first he felt like a creep every time your body caught his attention or he found himself staring at you for longer than intended. He was hyperaware everytime you two were close, wich usually was when sparring.

Bruce thought that taking you in as his protegee would satiate his need to take care of you and have you close, but after months of paying your bills and mentoring you, he realized his feelings for you were not platonic.

And it seemed like he was not the only one.

He knew the rest of the family noticed his “fleeting” touches that would linger on your shoulder, arms, back and knee. He retracted himself every time you showed clear disfomfort though, but you never outright rejected him.

His theory of his family's knowledge of his interest in you was confirmed one night when Nightwing stopped by to borrow some equipment and witnessed Batman closer than necessary to Silverclaw, while taking too much to inspect — with his eyes and his hands — your gloves that you were wearing and apparently had recently been upgraded.

— Hey, guys! — Dick’s hesitacion towards the scene grew but kept hidden when you both looked up at him surprised. Somehow he caught you both off guard even if the elevator was not that silent. Dick noted that Silverclaw seemed slightly wide-eyed, the only feature in your suit that was left exposed, along with your eyebrows, while Bruce, who wasn't wearing the cow, maintained a neutral expression, like he didn't have anything to hide. You both greeted him when surprise subsided and you took a step back from Bruce, like you just realized your proximity.

— Hmm… I should get going… Gonna meet Red Robin on the docks in a few. — Both men acknowledged your presence again and Dick saw your awkwardness, his parent seemed fine though.

Bruce nodded to you and you suddenly felt like a sidekick who had just gotten permission from Overkill to do something you were supposed to be doing with or without his approval, but needed to make sure your superior thought it to be appropriate for the mission. A soldier reporting to their captain. Like you never actually took a step forward and everything was the same. It made you feel small and hollow. Gave a bad taste to your mouth. It didn't feel good. But you ignored it because it was all in your head.

Before you could move, the oldest hand shot to your waist and squeezed briefly the soft flesh there as best as he could with the armor in the way. You felt your blood freeze and shivered.

— Be careful. We don't know what Killer Croc is doing there. And take care of Red Robin, he only had 10 hours of sleep in the last three days. — You meekly and wordlessly nodded and robotically left on your bike while feeling a pair of eyes scrutinizing your every move.

Dick cleared his throat, finally catching the Dark Knight’s attention for good.

— Dick. Do you need something? — Bruce turned to his work table and started tinkering with what apparently he was doing before you interrupted him earlier.

— I mean, just came to take a spare mask, I think the camera lenses on mine broke. But since I’m already here… — The younger alonged the last word while hopping to his father’s side. — B, can I talk to you about something? Don't be mad. — That made Bruce worried. Dick cringed at his own wording and the older male turned to him and crossed his arms.

— What happened? — Bruce demanded in a Batman’s voice.

— Nothing! Nothing. Sorry, my bad. What I meant was… Are you sure that's what you want? — At his dad’s confused furrowed eyebrows the hero explained. — (Y/N). I mean… They’re quite young, you know?! It's a lot of responsibility... I don't think they've ever dated anyone, even if they're between Jason and Tim’s age and Tim’s a whore… Too much of a slut for his own age, actually- Not the point. It's just, everyone noticed and have been commenting about it, but I don't think they noticed already. — Nightwing leaves it at that, hoping that his father understands what he was trying to say, desperately trying not to have to explain more and feel like he is teaching his own father the ‘puberty will make your body change’ and the ‘birds and bees’ talk, or ‘bats and wolves’ talk, in this case.

Bruce blinked.

— Are you trying to give me the sex talk? — And there goes all his hard work. — And stop swearing. — Dick groans and runs his hand through his face.

— Nooo, why do you make everything so difficult? It’s just… First of all, we trust you okay? It just feels weird when you start flirting with them, especially for the ones that live here. I mean, me and Jason still have nightmares and get the creeps when we remember the time when you used to date Selina. And Damian almost pukes every time Talia tries to rizz you up again. — Dick is careful to dance around the subject of your more than two decades age gap. — And, like I said, I don't think (Y/N) has much experience either. Maybe they don’t know what you're doing. Just… Go slow, okay?!

Bruce holds a huff for the sake of being stoic.

He already envisioned the possibility of you having none or little experience before, and you haven't done anything that told him otherwise yet. Deep down he is kinda… Turned on knowing he could be your first everything. Teach you just how he likes. Be the only one to ever know what you like. He's also happy that, by the way his son said it, it looks like everyone thinks you are both closer than you really are. More intimate, romantic. He and you are the only ones who know that you never had a conversation about the change in your dynamic, limits, future and general status. He thinks you are conflicted, and this conversation only encouraged him to either lay down the cards for you or catch you off guard and put you against the wall. Metaphorically.

And maybe literally.

He's also not going to think too deep in the warm feeling he feels when thinking about corrupting an innocent puppy who isn't even aware of his intentions.

A sheep in wolf's clothing.

— I know all about that, Dick. Don't worry, I'm being mindful of their timing.

— You should move to the manor.

Bruce's blurted out sentence caught you so off guard you choked on your rich people's food. You knew he was simmering something in his mind the whole morning.

He recently got you to work as his assistant in Wayne Enterprises. You felt he either pitied you for having been forced to drop school when you were 11 you couldn't find many options that allowed you to live a comfortable life — in the standards of an old money billionaire at least —, and your lack of education wasn't a problem to be solved fast. You just didn't know he wanted a solid excuse to be your sole provider forever and wanted you close to him all the time.

He also liked how you looked in formal attire. Developed a fantasy of bending you over the table and taking you from behind. Making you suck him off under the table. Then get on his knees and reciprocate the favor. Became obsessed with the sight of the first buttons of your shirt open, exposing your neck and collarbone. Was hooked on how it made your chest look. Was bent on making you lean forward to give him a flash of what's under your shirt.

He was never this perverted for anyone his whole life. You must be special.

The Wayne was unbothered with your choking while people on the other tables glanced your way, he simply chose to pat you on the back — and not take his hand off when you felt better, you still didn't know how to feel about the touchy nature he adopted when with you. He never hurt you, but was it really… Appropriate?

He is your mentor. He is a lot older. Your inner child cried for him to take you in as one more of his children, heal your daddy issues.

Another part of you, on the other hand, thought of you to be too old for him to simply claim you as his child — he took in his children who were close to your age when they were kids —. That part also told you you were undeserving of love, that everyone just wanted to take advantage of you, and that authority figures should shove it up their asses.

Your intrusive thoughts remarked that if he really wanted you sexually — obviously romantically was not an option. All you are is an object. —, well, he is very attractive. And even If you decide that you don't want him that way… You should just take It. He is above you. It's just how hierarchy works. He protects you. He takes care of you. You should be grateful and stay on his good side.

You internally shake your head. No. That's not how it works.

You took a sip of water.

— What are you talking about? Why? — You look at him, trying to understands where this is coming from. Sure, living alone was kinda lonely, but freeing, you didn't feel like you needed to seek anyone's approval or permission when you were alone. Besides, you were barely on your nest now that he got you this job anyway. And Damian seemed to like running off and sleeping in your place when he and Bruce were having their disaccords.

— Well, for one, it would give me peace of mind, it's safer with us. It would also make It easier for you, you wouldn't have to drive home alone at 3 a.m after patrols. — You raised an eyebrow at his current list of reasons. The 1st might be right. But the 2nd was like saying you were a civilian walking home after your shift at your civilian job. Not a vigilant, ex-criminal with 10 years of experience in hand-to-hand combat, maneuvering of weapons, who rides a motorcycle to a toptech safehouse while carrying a bat-utility belt and stainless steel claws. You kept your mouth shut when he seemed to have more reasons. — Damian would love to have you closer, the others too, but you know you are his second favorite. — Your heart felt warm at that. After learning the reason for the puppy’s bites, you couldn't help but see a bit of yourself in him, since you had similar backgrounds. You tried to subtly give him a safe space so he wouldn't turn out to be like you. You didn't want that for anyone. Especially a kid. — And also… I want you closer.

You took a deep breath while nodding slowly and trying not to react. Looks like it's time to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Suddenly his hand on your back felt heavier and burning hot.

— Why? — Your tone and steely expression made it clear you demanded a clear and honest answer from him. One he didn't hesitate to give you.

Faking a confused expression, he tilted his head slightly to the side.

— What do you mean why? I want you (Y/N). — Your blood froze. — I think it's been very clear that I’m in love with you. — You felt like you received a punch to the gut. — I… Thought you felt the same… — No, he didn't.

You didn't know what to say.

Bruce slowly retracted his hand away from you, but you stopped him midair by grabbing it. He knew it was time to take the next step.

You didn't even know why you did that. Do you feel the same for him?

— I… I… — Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish. He nodded understandably.

— It’s okay. You need time to think. My offer still stands. Even if you don't feel the same… I Just care about you above anything, okay? — You reluctantly nodded, staring at him almost dumbfounded. He smiled lightly to show he was still in good spirits.

After a moment of pondering he bit his lower lip, took his hand closer to your face and caressed your cheek, eyes stuck on his face, mesmerized. You were surprised someone as generous and rightful as him could look at you like that. Admirating you like you weren't tainted.

He even gave you a choice! And told you he cared about you! No matter if you feel the same!

He would certainly be a good man to love.

— Say ��thank you’ to (Y/N), Damian.

— TT. Thank you, (L/N). — The little green-eyed puppy was looking from you to his present repeatedly. Months prior, when Batman first took you in, before you even had the bat insignia on your shoulder, you caught Robin sitting on a roof reading Death Note on his phone. You didn't know what it was and he pretended to be annoyed with your interruption while explaining it. Now, he is completing 14 and you bought him the whole set of volumes. You wanted him to know that you paid attention and cared about him. You wished someone did that when you were his age. Overkill didn't want to hear about wolves or about the cool new things you were seeing for the first time on your trips together.

You smiled.

— You’re welcome, pups. — Damian let out a ‘TT’ again and turned around to run to his friend Jon. You could almost see their wagging tails while they excitedly talked about his present. Bruce's hand running in circles in the small of your back snapped you out of it and you straightened your posture from the bent position you took to talk to the little one.

It was two weeks prior that he asked you to live with them. You accepted and moved a week ago. It was slightly disappointing to know you wouldn't gain a father out of him, but a least his confession made it easier to understand your feelings. You haven’t outright told him that you wanted him like a man, you were testing things out. In the end, you were both adults and at some point you had to learn to trust someone. When looking at Damian you knew you didn't want your whole life to be defined by the abuses of two men. And when you agreed to his offer he seemed to see it as a consent to up his seduction.

His touch was still strange. You learned to like the feel of it, and you were getting used to it, soon It wouldn't be so foreign. You just started realizing how touchstarved you were and were just starting to crave it. Initiating it was still a distant concept, though, you had a — strongly equivocate — hunch that he wouldn't like it, that you would do something wrong in the simplest attempt of hugging him, holding his hand or touching his arm, that your touch wouldn't feel as delicate and tingly as his was, and you would make a fool of yourself. At least when you patted Ace, Titus, Alfred the cat and Batcow they seemed happy.

The others seemed to take well to seeing your interaction together — you didn't know they already knew where this was going way before yourself —. Sure, Jason called him a cradle robber but the ex-Robin always found an excuse to offend him. Everyone laughed at his comment, Dick and Alfred lightly reprimanded him (the former way more amused the latter). Bruce didn't react. You felt rotten. And when Jason later said something like “now Bruce, go play with your puppy and let us handle things” during a briefing, you knew it wasn't an offense — at least, not towards you. Plus, he called you a puppy before to tease you even if you were a year younger than him. — but it stuck in your head and you took the first opportunity to escape Batman’s hand on your tight and lock yourself in a bathroom to take a breath.

— I will transfer the money to your account. — Your head snapped towards Bruce and you exclaimed a genuine and loud ‘What?’, but everyone around you was also being way too loud for anyone to pay attention to you. Bruce hummed. — The set. It must’ve been expensive, I will give you the money back. — You shook your head.

— No, Bruce, It was a present. — Just the idea of it was absurd. What an odd man.

— Well, not to me, right?! So I can do It. — You scoffed at his logic. — Actually you could have told me before you were buying it and I would have given you my card. — He blinked. — That reminds me… — He took your hand and gently guided you out of the living room where the party was situated. No one batted an eye.

Damian had scoffed at the childish idea of a birthday party, but you could see right through him better than anyone.

You looked around confused as he guided you through the corridors and then up the stairs. The loud voices getting distant made the rest of the mansion feel eerily empty.

— Where are we going? — He glanced back at you and then ahead again, before briefly squeezing your hand.

— To my study. I have something for you there.

His response didn't satisfy all your curiosity but you knew he wouldn't give you more than that.

When you got there he opened the door for you and encouraged you to enter first with a hand on your lower back, then he shut the door closed and guided you to stand in front of his table. He walked around, opened a cabinet, took ou an envelope and came back to your side. The older male extended the envelope at you, who took it with suspicion after a moment of hesitation.

You forced yourself to not look up while you analyzed the envelope and opened it, ignoring both of his warm and gigantic hands that he positioned on your waist and squeezed — he liked squeezing you a lot, you noticed. — while he lightly reclined himself to sit on top of the table, in front of you, most of his weight being distributed to his long and meaty legs that were also on each side of you. He even pulled you closer and even if there was still space between your bodies, you were close enough to feel his heat.

You looked at the content inside the paper and froze. Such reaction could have come either from the sight of a black card with your name on it or because he chose that moment to sneak his hands under your shirt and caress your bare waist slowly with his calloused fingertips.

— No. — You slapped the card and paper against his chest. The bastard didn't react.

— Yes.

— No!

— Yes.

— I can't take it! — You kicked the ground stubbornly. He still didn't move, stubbornly.

— Why not? — You raised both eyebrows.

— Bruce, are you kidding me? That thing is limitless.

— Your point being? — You blinked several times.

— Wow… I knew you were one of those rich eccentric guys, but putting on a batsuit… — You refused to call it a costume and imply that you also wore a costume and were technically a furry. You learned that word from Tim. — … And beating up criminals is one thing. Going around distributing limitless cards to all your friends is simply insane! — One side of his mouth tilted up in what you quietly admitted was a sexy smark.

— Actually if I wanted to do that I could. But you are not a friend. You are part of the family. And my girlfriend. — And mine. His tongue craved to utter.

That easily silenced you. You didn't know how to react to that. You hacked your brain for any moment were you told him something in that connotation. You didn't find it. But well, couldn't blame the guy, he did told you he wanted you and you didn't stop his moves.

You cleared your throat, trying to hide your shock. He didn't seem surprised by your reaction.

It was another thing that being with them changed in you. You don't control your emotions 24/7 anymore, only when you are out and about as Silverclaw. In the past it was second nature, but feeling happiness was so new to you that you weren't used to trying to hide it yet. Nor wanted to. And you slowly gave yourself permission to be free and express most of what you felt. Not everything, you were still surrounded by a very odd-cryptic-strategizing-hyperanalyser-micro-expressions-reader-and-weird-with-emotions group of people. But you felt no one was really going to judge you if you chose to be free.

— I-I… Yeah… Yeah, okay. You are right. — You meekly accepted his statement. If he said it was true, then it was true. You would follow his lead. You are way too loyal and he knows that. You both wondered what was your limit. You were afraid of what would happen when that limit came. Would you just keep going just to make him happy? He hoped you did.

Actually, he might test some of those limits right now.

He carefully took the card and envelope from your hand and set it on the table behind him, you just rested your palms against his chest. Baby steps for you. Bruce wished that baby was a speedster.

You stuttered when he brought you closer, leaned forward and started tracing a random path of kisses on the skin of your neck. You allowed his sucking and laping of your skin for a few minutes and even tried running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. His hands started roaming.

When his right squeezed the left cheek of your ass though, you gave a slight jump. It felt very sudden and activated your fight or flight instinct.

— W-We should go back downstairs. — You blurted out. Bruce just hummed in response, the vibration tickling your neck and ear. Aside from that he didn't stop his ministrations and that made you feel worse. Maybe you were the problem? Were you not clear enough? Shouldn't you endure more? For you? For him? He was used to people going a lot further with him, and here you were, trying to force him to stop just when he tried to spice things up with you. For fuck’s sake, you haven't even kissed him yet!

You bit your lip and willed your muscles to relax. Maybe all you need to do is endure a little bit more and you will get used to it. Until now that seemed to be the pattern.

Ignoring your pounding heart, you closed your eyes and just tried to enjoy it. You thought it was working until suddenly he stopped, and before you could open your eyes, stole a kiss from you.

It didn't grow to more than a half-second peck because your instincts to run took over your body and you jumped away from him, your hands extended in front of your body like you were dealing with a wild animal.

You just stared at each other with almost wide eyes for a few seconds, before the older male sighed, looked down and pressed the bridge of his nose with his pointer and thumb. Oh no. He wasn't happy. You shouldn't have done that. You fucked up.

— I’m sorry. — Bruce looked stressed when he rubbed his hand around his face, then brought it up to push his perfectly styled hair back. You shook your head like a scared kid. He finally looked up at you. — I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that.

— No, no, it’s okay, I… Liked it. — You almost whispered in a meek voice. — Was just surprised. — Bruce nodded. He was unhappy with himself that he got carried away and almost fucked things up with you. But his infatuation made him lose train of thought sometimes. Yes. He wants to do bad things to you, corrupt you, desperately. But he doesn't want you trying to run away from him just yet, if ever.

You slowly made your way towards him again, your arms around your body, trying to bring yourself comfort. You wanted him to hug you and comfort you the same way, but you didn't know if he would do that, and if he did touch you again, would it really make you feel better?

It felt wrong. You just now had asked for him to stop completely, or at least give you a break, and he blatantly ignored it. Made you feel invisible, insignifcant, desperate enough to run. And here you were, seeking for a signal that he wouldn't give up on you just yet.

— Did… Did you know I never had a birthday party? — You forced yourself not to vacillate and put your hands on his shoulders.

— Hmm? — He gazed at you curiously but didn't touch you yet. It made you feel anxious and you forced yourself to take another step closer. Now you were just as close as you were before.

— I never had a birthday party. And last time I was invited to one I was 10. I didn't get to go though, it was my best friend's party, but my father was in a bad mood, so my mom said it was better not to do anything that could set him off. So I stayed home. — You felt his fingertips caressing tracing both of your tights carefully, it could almost be an unconscious move by how intensely concentrated he seemed with your story. — Next day, at school, everyone was talking about how fun, cool and amazing it was. I felt jealous and said I would have the best birthday party ever when I hit 11. I didn't. And no one remembered my promise. — He nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowed with what was probably sympathy at you and anger at you father. At least that's how you felt. Sad for the younger you and hatred towards your father. — If you could… — You elongated your sentence, trying to hint your request for him, and he cut you off just like you wanted, expressing what was on his mind.

— What's your favorite cake flavor?

The gala ended just about an hour ago but you were both already in bed. Domesticity came easy when living together and even when you had your own room — much to his dismay. — Bruce quickly worked on getting you used to him enough to lay down beside him. And right now he was very grateful that you didn't have socials or else his plans for the night would’ve been interrupted by your discomfort about being called ‘Bruce Wayne’s controversially young new sweetheart’ and comments about his playboy mask.

He was getting impatient but Bruce knew that all good things come slowly, he took the night off to focus only on his goal.

You were laid down on your bed, in your own room and he was beside you, facing you, while you both talked, held hands and occasionally exchanged chaste kisses. It was cute, and innocent, but his balls had been blue since the party three weeks ago.

It was fine when his right hand let go of your left, his arm being thrown around your waist to accommodate the position, and placed on your middle. He kept running his hand around your upper body slowly and you swayed closer to him. At this point the only sounds in the room came from kisses and the friction of skin against fabric.

When Bruce angled himself and pushed in your direction until he was on top of you, It was still okay. What made you startled and nervous was when he pressed his hips down and you felt his hard cock against your thigh — the back of your mind screamed about how big he was and how it wouldn't fit when the time comes.

— Hmm… Bruce? — You felt a little antsy, but you thought he would understand what you were trying to say. Didn't seem like the case, since he kept kissing you to silence you. You felt suffocated and that prompted you to push his chest weekly. Maybe you needed to give a clearer signal.

Bruce stared at you from above for a second before closing his eyes and sighing.

His reaction shocked you and you didn't move when he got off and plopped down beside you again, this time putting more distance between your bodies and facing the ceiling. He draped his arm over his face and took a deep breath.

You sheepishly tilted to your side and went closer to him, his possible annoyance towards you made you more reluctant to touch him, but you did it anyway, trying to appease him.

— Bruce…

— What is it? — He finally looked at you. He was not happy. — You don't trust me yet? — His furrowed brows, grave voice and held back tone intimidated you slightly, it just caused more worry.

— N-No, it's not that… — Bruce thought it was better to turn down a notch on his acting if he wanted to have his way with you tonight.

He nodded, relaxed his muscles and turned his body in your direction again. He draped his arm around your waist and started trailing slow kisses down your neck to calm you down.

— I know. I know, puppy. — He uttered carefully and nodded reassuringly. — It's not your fault. I'm just a little… Frustrated, is all. — Your brows cinched.

— Frustrated with… Me? — Your heart ached at the thought. It was hard hearing him, and just as hard saying it out loud. Bruce shook his head.

— I just don't understand. I’ve been taking care of you for so long, been waiting for you, doing so much for you. But it's like you are still guarding yourself from me… I love you, pup, you are everything to me and I desire you. Wanna make you feel good. But, sometimes, you make me feel like… Like you don't feel the same… — You heart fell and you felt an urge to fix your mistakes.

— But I-I do! I just… — A sigh and then a deep breath. — … How can I do better? — You said meekly.

Bruce held back a smirk, you were smart even if insecure, and preening would give off his lewd plotting.

The dark knight pretended to contemplate for a brief moment as if he didn't plan every step beforehand.

— … We don't have to go all the way now, you could just… You could let me finger you? — Half of you felt relieved, the other, the one that just wanted to keep him happy, felt nervous but determined.

Your inexperienced and people pleaser mind couldn't comprehend how him doing things to you could also be considered him taking advantage of you. That was one of your biggest nightmares and paranoia. Growing up you were always afraid that your ex-mentor would assault you, or allow one of his employers and colleagues to hurt you just because they asked or paid for some fun with the young pretty thing. Especially after you weren't underage anymore, since he only seemed to have a soft spot for them. It somehow, thankfully, never happened, only impure comments were made and he cut them off every time until you were 18, after that you were left on your own and if you didn't do anything he saw it as you wanting it to happen since he trained you more than enough to protect yourself and show authority with others that were not him.

If Bruce wanted to pleasure you and not himself… Then he was really selfless and only wanted to help you with your little problem. He's been taking such good care of you for so long, there’s no reason to believe he won't do the same now.

So you nodded, shaken.

You let him maneuver you how he wanted and ended up the same way your making out session started, you on your back and the older man facing your direction. You watched closely and willing your heart to stop pounding as he undressed your legs and hips from your pants and underwear. It was awkward feeling so exposed, especially when he sneaked his arm between your legs and started fondling your dry center.

— Relax… Deep breaths… Just close your eyes and enjoy it… — His grave and husky voice whispers in your ear before teeth start nibbling on it, your whole body shivered and you did as he instructed, not sure if it was working until his friction felt less burning and waves of pleasure started rolling through you. You were right, he always wanted what's good for you, you reassured yourself and felt a little comforted, even if your heart was still pounding.

You let out a surprised gasp and your eyes shot open when you heard a loud wet squelch, the first thing you saw thing you saw were the movements of his wrist, the second, his face, eyes dead set on observing you, and he chuckled at your reaction.

— See? No reason to worry… — And worry you did not. You knew this short period of nervousness and those guilty feelings you were experiencing would be worth it in the future. And Bruce knew the risks he took and manipulation were proving their value right now.

He changes his up and down movements to circles and you let out a sound that you never heard coming out of your own mouth. Your eyes fluttered close automatically and your hand shot to grip his shirt with an unconscious amount of force.

— I-I like this better… — Bruce hummed and resumed working his mouth from your ear, to neck and collarbone.

His hand moves were slow and deliberate, but stable. The older man angles his body in an upper position so he could easily use his left hand to pull your shirt up slowly until your chest and pouting nipples were exposed. Lost in arousal and pleasure and thrusting he knew what he was doing you didn't bat an eye towards his actions.

You moaned louder when you felt his soft chapped lips close around your nipple and wet warm tongue playing with the sensitive bud. Bruce felt your lower lips getting wetter and used that to his advantage to intrude the squelching hole between your legs with his fingers curved upwards, his thumb expertly still running circles around your clit.

You gasped and both your hands shot to grab the bed comforter under you. It was the first time someone touched you like that and it was a while since you played with your bud yourself, so before you knew it, your pussy was squeezing and milking his fingers in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and this time the man couldn’t stop his grin from taking over his face.

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dollishmehrayan · 24 days ago

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DAMIAN WAYNE HCS WITH A MIXED RACE S/O ── .✦

a/n: this was a request by a wonderful anon tysm (here) and omg tysm I love requests like these and I want to make different hcs series like these for them and how cool it would be like “Japanese s/o x batboys” or smth yk?

(Tags: damian wayne x east asian and european mixed!Reader)

CULTURAL INTEREST ── .✦

Damian would be deeply curious about your cultural background, eager to learn about traditions, history, and languages. Expect him to ask thoughtful questions and immerse himself in understanding your mixed heritage.

He insists on trying to learn the language(s) spoken in your family and, of course, perfects pronunciation with his usual perfectionist streak.

“You said it wrong, Damian.”

“No, I didn’t. Your dialect is just different.”

He reads up on your culture’s history with the same intensity he uses to study combat techniques. He doesn’t just skim—he knows everything.

“Did you know that in (any historical period)…”, “Yes, Damian, I know.”

FOOD ADVENTURES ── .✦

He becomes obsessed with authentic cuisine. He’ll try to make it himself, often with varying results:

“This isn’t supposed to taste like charcoal…”

“Maybe because you slightly burnt it?”

He’ll accompany you to markets, sampling street food with serious fascination, though he keeps a stoic expression even if something surprises him.

“It’s good.”

“You’re sweating.”

“…It’s just warm.”

If your family cooks traditional meals, Damian will be politely intense about helping in the kitchen, wanting to learn everything. Expect him to get bossed around by your relatives, which humbles him in the best way.

PROTECTIVE IN A SUBTLE WAY ── .✦

He’s always been protective, but with you, it’s different. He knows how important family and culture are, so he’s especially careful about making sure no one disrespects you or your heritage.

“If anyone makes an ignorant comment, tell me.” He says it with calm menace, but you know he means it.

He admires the balance you strike between cultures and often finds it inspiring. He quietly considers it a strength and respects how you carry yourself in both worlds.

“You make it seem effortless.” He’ll say this when he thinks you aren’t listening.

TRADITIONAL DRESS LOVER ── .✦

Damian adores seeing you in traditional attire from both cultures. He’s quietly mesmerized but would never be too obvious about it, despite he himself being arab Chinese he definitely feels connected to you being a mixed race.

“You look beautiful.” He’ll say it under his breath, but you can see his ears turning red.

If there are festivals or cultural events, he’ll dress the part, too, wearing traditional clothes with pride, looking stoic but secretly enjoying the attention he gets standing next to you.

RESPECT FOR ELDERS ── .✦

He knows the importance of respecting elders, and while he can be standoffish, he’s surprisingly polite to your family. He’ll even tolerate the cheek-pinching and blunt questions.

“Are you feeding him enough?” one aunt asks.

“I am fully capable of feeding myself, thank you.” (He then looks to you for help.)

Your relatives might joke about how serious he is, but they appreciate how much he cares for you. He’ll earn their approval through quiet acts of service—like helping clean up or taking care of you when you’re tired.

GIFTS WITH CULTURAL MEANINGS ── .✦

Damian gives gifts that have cultural significance. He’ll research deeply before buying anything, ensuring it’s meaningful and respectful.

“I read that this symbolizes prosperity. I thought it fitting.” He says it like it’s no big deal, but you know he spent hours researching.

He memorizes proverbs or sayings from your culture and sometimes quotes them out of nowhere. It’s both impressive and endearing.

(In your language) “As the proverb goes, ‘Patience is a bitter plant, but it bears sweet fruit.’”

“Did you just… quote that to me in perfect [language]?”

“I did.”

TEA AND LATE NIGHT TALKS ── .✦

He becomes a tea connoisseur if your family drinks tea regularly, perfecting the brewing method until it rivals even your grandmother’s.

He’ll sit with you during late-night talks, pouring tea and sharing quiet moments, appreciating the calmness you bring to his otherwise intense life.

“You make everything seem quieter,” he admits one night, watching steam rise from the cup.

SUBTLE ACTS OF LOVE ── .✦

Damian isn’t overly affectionate in public, but in private, he’ll hold your hand and rest his head on your shoulder when he’s tired.

“Just for a moment,” he’ll mumble, eyes half-closed.

He appreciates the balance you bring into his life and constantly falls deeper in love with the way you combine grace, strength, and compassion.

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e-nonsense · 1 month ago

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Damian x older batsis. Just something fluffy about batsis being the older sister of the batfam, mainly focusing on Damian tho- she dotes on him and is kinda like his mother figure in a way. And when he gets into arguments with Bruce, she's the one he runs away to, to crash on her couch. She's also incredibly tech savy and inventive, so she often asks Damian to test her gagetry prototype's since everyone else is scared of them (they sometimes malfunction). She's more like Alfred's apprentice than Bruce’s. She prefers working "behind the screens." Also, her and Damian most definitely took the batmobile and batwing out on joy rides without permission🤭

“That’s bullshit, dad.” You scoffed, leaning back against the cold stony wall in the cave. Bruce sighed, pinching his nose between his index and thumb. He was used to this, he had been getting this lecture since he adopted Dick when you were 12. You’d always been motherly to your little brothers — a term Jason often huffed about, reminding you that he’s no longer a fifteen year old boy.

You became all of their protectors but it was different with Damian, something deeper, more connected. Dick assumed that it was because you and Damian were blood related but Alfred knew better.

“You can’t treat the kid like shit and expect him to be okay,” you added.

Right now Damian was in your car, an overnight bag packed for his stay at your house. Bruce wanted to smile at the fact that you drove all the way from Blüdhaven to get Damian and yell at him.

“You’re right,” Bruce says, making you pause and point a finger at him comically opening and closing your mouth as you think. Stunned into silence that he hadn’t tried arguing with you, Jason snickered in the background before Cass knocked him to the ground beating him again.

“He should spend the weekend with you, no suit, no cape. Just as a normal boy,” Bruce stands up, “I can’t give him that, his mother can’t, that’s why he comes to you.”

You merely nodded in response as Bruce patted your shoulder before turning back to his computer, you walked past Alfred who looked equally as stunned as you before chuckling and handing you a tub of freshly baked cookies.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, still somewhat shocked as you make your way up the stairs to the exit of the cave. You’re back outside the manor and sitting in the drivers seat of your car — your bike at home because you knew you’d be bringing damian to your place.

“okay, all set?” you ask, looking at the small boy in your front passenger seat. a bunch of his art supplies stuffed into you back seat and alfred the cat perched on top of it all, you snort amused by the sight, exiting the driveway when he nods.

the drive to your place is quiet, damian dozing off from time to time. “can i live with you?” he asks out of nowhere, green eyes focused on your reaction, you stop at the red light, sighing softly.

“i’m sorry dames, but we’ve talked about this.” you mutter, shooting him an apologetic look, “i’ll talk to bruce about it again.” you offer, he nods.

“i’d like that,” he mutters, arms crossed. you smile, “where would you go to school?” you ask, entertaining the idea. “we’ve got quite a few good ones in bludhaven.”

“which did you go to?” he asks.

“i went to a gotham school, but i did uni in bludhaven. somehow gotham and bludhaven have two of the best universities. no idea why that happened when they’re both shit holes.”

“agreed.”

the rest of the drive is quiet, your brother falling asleep for the rest of it. you chuckle as you park outside your flat, you and dick lived in the same building. it was a lot more convenient, and it eased his worry for you. you being a lawyer, with your little side hobby of building impressive gadgets.

dick was usually the first person to get ahold of the tech you made, and damian would be next in line. you’re careful as to not stir damian, though you know he’s probably already half awake as you lift him out of the car, carrying him into the elevator after you toss his duffel bag over your shoulder. alfred the cat following after the two of you.

he likes this, he thinks. being coddled like child — he is a child, you’re always quick to remind him. you lay him down on the spare bed in your extra room where your other siblings crash. he kicks his shoes off sleepily as you set the bag down in the corner of the room, alfred the cat jumping up onto the bed to sleep on top of damian.

you smile at the sight as you close his bedroom door.

your little brother deserves to be a kid, you’ll make sure his life isn’t spent like yours.

#bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x sister!reader #damian wayne x batsis!reader #enzo writes [📝]#[📮] asks #batsis!reader

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zyhkoo · 4 months ago

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☆ while you were sleeping i fell in love.

Jason Todd x GN!singer

Jason knew that he should keep his distance, but he can’t help but fall of Gotham’s most beloved singer. part 2

a/n: can you count all the references i did? also.. i reached the word limit i’ll post the other part soon

Jason wasn’t really a fan of music till he met you.

You were a famous singer, born from the city of Gotham. Anyone who lived in Gotham would take pride in you as soon as someone talks about you.

You had such an influence in your hometown so much that if you hosted a concert there, the majority of crime would stop just to watch you. It was hilarious.

But Jason didn’t get the appeal, the music was catchy sure but you were just.. singing.

You had looks, you definitely had talent but there were other things to worry about right?

Then, a mysterious vigilante started to work in Gotham.

No one knew who they were, or what their background was. They were just.. there helping the police.

After some background check, Batman approached you and you gladly joined his crew. When he first introduced yourself, the bat-family gladly welcomed you with warm smiles.

When you removed your mask, most of their jaws dropped.. it was the most famous singer in all of Gotham!

Though, Jason didn’t quite trust you yet.

“Are they really someone we can trust?” he mutters to Bruce. “We’ve seen how they work right? I am sure they mean no harm.” he replied.

Jason scowls as he sees you getting along easily with the others. Stephanie absolutely fawns over you while Dick tries to impress you. Tim wanted to talk to you while Duke wanted an autograph.

What’s so special about you?

He hated how easily everyone took a liking to you, how they smiled with joy as they talked to you.

He couldn’t exactly explain why he had such a negative view of you.. but it’s there.

Maybe it was because he never understood your talent? Or maybe because he thought that you only wanted fame?

Who knows.

One day he left a restaurant to see a crowd. Curiosity got the best of him and he checked out what the commotion was all about.

As he peeked through the crowd, he saw you. Your face was covered by sunglasses and a black facemask. People tried to take a photo with you as you looked around uncomfortably.

Jason pushed through the crowd and shooed the fans and grabbed your wrist.

“There you are, don’t run off like that ever again.” he says “Everyone back off.” he said with a cold stare. Your fans scrambled, your bodyguard was too scary for them.

You pulled down your facemask “Thank you, um.. sorry I forgot your name.” you scratched your head.

Jason looks back at you “Jason, what are you doing out here?” he asked.

You shrugged “I wanted something from the convenience store.” you answered. Jason raised his brow “Without a bodyguard?”

You blinked “I have one now.” you smiled at him.

His eyes widened as he sees your smile, he only huffs as he crosses his arms. “Don’t be so careless.”

After the whole incident Jason kept seeing you everywhere.

You two would always end up running into each other.

It was strange, your eyes were always on him, you always greeted him with a smile. At first he ignored it but slowly he just responded back.

Jason was someone who valued his personal space, it bothered him when people invaded it but it was worse that you were doing it.

And the thing he found more annoying than anything was your smile.

You always had a smile on your face and your eyes were always filled with joy. To him it looked fake, it’s like you were forcing it.

Whenever you came up to him he would always reply with snarky comments.

He would always roll his eyes when you spoke to him, the sight of you just made his veins pop. Something about you was getting to his nerves.

When he was out patrolling, you would just randomly pop up beside him and try to make small talk.

He would always just push you away, walk away or ignore you.

There were times where you wouldn’t disturb him, your attention would go to Steph or Damian instead.

Whenever that happened, he would watch from the other side of the room. While you bonded with the others, his eyes would stare at you.

Why does everyone like you? Is it because of your career as a singer? Was it because of your looks? Your popularity?

He wasn’t used to you not pestering him whenever you saw him. So to fill the void he was watching you from a distance.

His mood would worsen whenever you talked to Dick, or whenever Dick would make you laugh.

His jaw would tighten and his eyes would turn cold as he watched Dick make you laugh so easily.

It irritated him that you and Dick got along so well.

One day Jason was in the bat cave, fixing up his motorcycle as he heard footsteps walking up behind him.

He doesn’t bother to look up as he knew it was you.

“Hi Jason.” there you were with that stupid smile again.

Jason didn’t bother to look up as he continued working on his motorcycle.

“What do you want?” he bluntly replies as he tightens the screws of the motorcycle.

“Nothing, my manager let me out early so I wanted to visit the cave.” you told him while sipping your drink. “Is your bike broken?”

Jason stopped for a second and glanced back at you for a moment before going back to work.

“Nah.. just doing some tune ups..” he answers. “Are you here to see the others?”

You nodded “Yeah, but no one is here. But you of course.”

Jason huffs as he continues what he was doing “You’re wasting your breath by talking to me.”

You pondered a bit, thinking if you should tell him what was on your mind “I can’t help but wonder.” you said “Do you hate me?”

Jason was about to answer with a ‘yes’ but he hesitated for a moment.

He hated everything about you.. but at the same time, he felt something stir within him whenever he looked at you.

Jason’s hands paused “Why are you asking?” He muttered.

“Well, you always look upset whenever you see me. Especially when I talk to the others. I try to talk to you but you ask me to go away, did I do something..?”

Jason clenched his fists as he turns his head to look at you.

“I just find you annoying.” he answers bluntly. “I don’t like the way you make people fawn over you, the way you just.. get along with everyone..”

“Your smile, your stupid laugh, how popular you are, everytime I hear your songs play I can’t stand it.”

You stood there like a deer in headlights “Oh.”

Jason looks at you, he expected a reaction but you were just silent.

He expected some fight back, some anger, some hurt in your voice.

Instead you just looked at him with shock, he wanted a reaction out of you but he felt uneasy when you didn’t give any.

His voice softened “Sorry.. that was a bit too far.” He muttered.

“I’m gonna see if.. Babs is there.” you said, walking away like a sad puppy.

Jason watches as you walk away, your shoulders slumped and your head hung low.

He looks back at his bike, sighing to himself.

He felt a guilt well up within him, he felt like he went too far.

He lets out an annoyed huff and follows you.

He catches up behind you and gently grabs your wrist.

“Hey.. wait..” he mumbled, pulling you to a stop.

You looked back at him with sad eyes.

He hated the sight of it, it made him feel guilty.

He slowly released your wrist and sighs, “Look, I’m sorry.. okay?” he mumbled, looking away.

He felt a knot form within his chest, seeing how you were so bummed out made him feel a pang of guilt.

“..don’t take it personally, it’s just..” he paused.

“I just find you annoying. It’s not that I hate you, I just don’t understand why you have to be so..” he didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“..so damn good at everything you do.”

“I get what you mean,” you gently held his hand and looked at his eyes.

“And that’s fine. I’m sorry if I made you upset. I just wanted to talk to people, I never expected to join a group of vigilante’s so that’s why I wanted to get along with everyone.” you explained.

Jason’s eyes widened as he felt your soft hand on his.

“That’s not- it’s not that..” he muttered, looking away from you as his face started to heat up.

“You.. didn’t make me upset..” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Then.. what do I make you?” you furrowed your brows looking confused.

He tried to avoid your gaze but your puppy eyes made him fold.

Jason’s heart thudded loudly in his chest as he met your eyes, the look on your face made him stumble on his words.

“Fuck it, bye.” he walked away, embarrassed.

“Jason, wait!” you called but he was already going out.

Jason heard you call out but he didn’t look back.

He was practically sprinting to get away from you.

You watched as he got away “Your bike..” you muttered.

Slowly, Jason can’t help but be drawn near you. Jason knew he wasn’t supposed to get close to you. He shouldn’t get attached. But you were.. incredibly easy to get along with.

He learned about you more, you were an orphan as well.

Your mentor took you in and taught you both the art of performance and the art of combat.

He found he had more in common with you than he thought. Both orphans being raised by someone else, your interests, how you were as people, how you reacted when you were upset.

You never knew that one day you’d be a star.

You wanted to be perfect for everyone, no flaws, no imperfection, just a perfect constellation. You wanted to shine.

But stars don’t shine, they burn. Jason thought that you were perfect as a normal person.

He tried to tell himself over and over to not get attached, to not fall for you. But the more he knew about you, the more his resolve weakened.

He loved how you seemed to be a walking contradiction. On stage, you were loud and extravagant, a star that shines and glitters. Off stage, you were soft, sweet, quiet. But there was also a hidden fire within you, a fire that you hid well.

You were a god on stage, absolutely magnificent. But some things are best enjoyed behind closed doors.

It was a boring Thursday, and you have decided to spend this day with Jason at your apartment. He’d been here more than one time, often with Stephanie or Dick just to hang out.

But today it was just the two of you alone, he liked that.

“Jason, do you want to hear this song I came up with?” you smiled, as you held your guitar in front of him.

“You wrote a new one?”

He was already interested in what you would play. Jason doesn’t listen to music much but your songs on the other hand…

He found himself listening to it more often than he should.

He lets out a huff and leans back on the couch, “Yeah, sure.”

He loved listening to you sing.

You started to strum and sing, he loved when you sang acoustic songs. It felt very calming.

Jason felt himself relax, it was like a little lullaby that put him at ease.

He imagined that you wrote that song just for him and him only.

He watched you with a soft expression, he knew deep down that he was becoming soft for you.

Though you two were close now, your bond wasn’t perfect. Sometimes you would fight, but it was only a short matter of time till you both forgave each other.

Bruce was hosting another Gala event. Your manager insisted you come, but you did not want to because you didn’t want to face Jason.

The two of you got into a heated argument a day ago and ignored each other.

Of course, because of your affiliation with Bruce you had to go.

When Jason came to the event, he was looking for you.

That argument you had was still bothering him. He couldn’t even remember what it was about, but for some reason it still annoyed him.

He saw a crowd forming around you, you felt pressured by the sudden crowd as you tried to answer their questions.

It was typical really, he was almost sure the main reason they wanted to get close to you was because of your fame.

Jason got worried and walked towards the crowd. He took hold of your wrist gently and looked down at you. “How about a dance?” he asked softly.

You stared at him for a moment then nodded “Ah, yes.”

He was glad that you agreed rather than make some kind of excuse.

Jason slowly led you towards the dance floor and turned to face you.

He placed his hand on your waist and took your hand with his other one. They both began to lightly sway in time with the music.

He should keep his distance, but the more he looked at you, the more he forgot why he wanted to remain distant.

Jason kept his eyes on you as you both slowly danced. His arm stayed firmly around your waist, pulling you close.

He had a million reasons to tell himself to keep his distance, but at the same time they were stupid reasons.

“I’m sorry” he muttered, “I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

You stared at him, looking a little dazed. “It’s okay, I forgive you.”

When you forgave him, it was like a huge weight was lifted from him.

“I really am sorry though” he said a bit softly. “I didn’t mean to say any of that stuff, I was just being an idiot, like usual.”

You shook your head, looking at his eyes to reassure him “I’m an idiot too, I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“Yeah, maybe you are an idiot,” he scoffed. “Then again, so am I. I guess we’re just a pair of idiots then, huh?”

He saw your lips smile softly. Jason couldn’t help but stare at your smile.

He loved seeing you smile, more than anything. Especially that soft little smile, the one that was only for him.

What was the point in trying to push you away? He’d already dug his grave and fell in too deep. There was no point in trying to fight the inevitable.

And even though he would never admit it out loud, having that argument also showed him how worried he would get if something similar were to happen again.

Time passed and Jason has known you for months now, and in that time Jason doesn’t recognize himself anymore.

Jason wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but he liked this new version of him.

He found himself smiling softly at things more often, he wasn’t as grumpy as he used to be, he found himself wanting to do more things he’d never thought of before.

Jason was definitely getting mocked for being so soft.

The bat-family, especially Dick and Tim, always had a little grin on their faces. They would joke around and talk about how ‘whipped’ he was.

Roy, on the other hand, was more than happy to join in on the fun. Teasing Jason was definitely something he enjoyed seeing.

But Jason honestly didn’t care anymore. He used to scoff and walk away when they joked about his feelings.

Though at the end of the day, he didn’t care. He was used to their usual jabs and mocking.

So he just ignored their words as he headed down to meet with you.

He knocks the door at your apartment, you open the door and immediately smile.

When he saw you open the door, he felt his heart thump a bit harder. Seeing that smile of yours always managed to make him speechless.

Jason looked at you for a moment before smiling back.

“Hey, mind if I come in?” he asked.

“Hi, what brings you here?” you asked as you sat down on your couch.

Jason walked with you towards the couch and sat down beside you.

“Well” he started to say, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“You can do that anytime.” There he goes again, falling for your simple words.

Jason had to stop himself from smiling.

“I know” he replied back, “Thought I’d come over now.”

He leaned back a bit on the couch, looking over at you. “I didn’t interrupt anything, right?”

“No, I was just watching TV. Oh I got to show you what I’m watching right now.” you smiled as you rewind the movie you were watching.

As always, he stayed there for hours. Night dawned and it started to rain hard.

Jason looked up to the window and let out a small sigh.

Great, it was pouring rain. It was definitely not safe to be out in that weather.

You looked out the window and frowned “Oh no, good thing we don’t have patrol today.” you said.

He leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms. “Damn” he muttered.

“You have an umbrella?” you asked. Jason shook his head, “Nope, I left mine at home.” he replied back.

He knew that no umbrella would cover him from the downpour. At this point he was definitely going to get soaked through.

You stared at the rain for a moment “Maybe you should stay, the rain is too hard.”

Jason glanced back at the window and then looked over at you.

He didn’t want to go out in the rain, but he also didn’t want to stay over and bother you.

“You sure?” he asked, “I don’t want to trouble you if I crash here for the night.”

“I don’t mind, Steph and Cass slept here once and they were fine.” you shrugged.

Jason felt more reassured after you said that.

He gave a small nod. “I don’t think anyone would even be able to force me out of here in this weather.” He said, “I’ll stay over for the night.”

You smiled “Great, our first sleepover.” you clasped your hands.

Jason smiled at your excitement “Yeah, our first sleepover. You won’t mind if I stay on the couch right?”

“You can sleep in my room, I got an extra mattress.” you said.

“Works for me.”

Jason’s eyes were wide open as he stared up at the ceiling.

Despite how tired he was, something was keeping him from sleeping. He let out a sigh and turned his head over to glance at you.

He watched your sleeping form on the ground. You looked so peaceful, so content.

He sat up and stared down at you some more. Why couldn’t he sleep?

Then it hit him like a truck. He realized this wasn’t just a crush, it was love.

While you were sleeping he fell in love.

Jason couldn’t believe it. He was in love with you.

He suddenly felt his heart speed up as he silently tried to process what he just realized.

He was completely in love with you, no going back now. And to his annoyance, there was nothing he could do about it.

Jason knew he adored everything about you.

He loved your voice and your touch and your presence. He loved your skills with the guitar, your songwriting. Hell, he even loved how easily you’d get lost in a movie, forgetting the world around you.

But he didn’t love it when you tried to be perfect for everyone. He didn’t want you to be a star, he wanted you to be yourself.

Jason sat up, watching you as you slept on the floor.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever feel the same way about him. Was he supposed to tell you about his feelings or was he supposed to keep them a secret?

“Are you awake?” he asks.

Jason felt stupid for even asking. Of course you weren’t awake, you were literally asleep on the floor.

He let out a small sigh before quietly getting off bed and crouching down beside you on the floor.

He sat there, just staring at you while you slept. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you looked.

His heart was thumping fast as he started to quietly speak.

“I love you” he muttered out. He couldn’t believe he was actually saying this outloud, even if you couldn’t hear him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, even if I try” he continued to quietly confess.

Jason could feel his heart thump as he continued to pour his heart out.

“I love everything about you. I love your voice, and your stupid jokes, and your passion for music, and your stupid obsessions with movies.” he continued.

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. You keep me up at night wondering how in the world I got so lucky. You’re perfect in my eyes.” he admitted.

“I think about you so much, it’s driving me insane. I look at you and all I can think about is how I want to hold you, protect you, keep you safe.” he continued.

“Fuck, I just…love you so much.”

Once Jason was done, he just sat there, in complete silence.

He listened to your steady breathing as he tried to calm himself down. His heart was thumping and he felt like he could barely breathe.

He couldn’t believe he just said all that outloud, even if you couldn’t hear him. He knew he was an idiot for just blurting it all out while you were fast asleep but he couldn’t help it.

Unconsciously, you grabbed his hand. Your grip wasn’t tight, but it still brought butterflies to his stomach.

He slowly and gently grabbed your hand back and laced his fingers through yours.

Jason couldn’t understand how he ever hated you.

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medusagorgongirl1 · 6 months ago

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I'm sick of this Fandom saying that Dick only eats cereal and that the only thing Tim can cook is a cup of coffee and treating Jason like he's some sort of michelin star chef, like seriously? that's it?

Dick came from a circus full of people with different cultures and backgrounds. Idk if y'all have every gone to one of those big weddings that takes place in your cousins back yard but fucking everyone comes together with food. You make the things you know and love and share them with the people your friends and family know and love. And also Dick was a kid that loved attention, of course he would sit in the kitchen and be entertained by someone while his parents were training. I'm convinced that Dick knows how to cook the most random, homey, comfort food dishes but like nothing 'ordinary'. Like that man can make the best goulash you've had in your life (only with the good paprika), he makes vegetarian momos that even Damian can't resist, his challah had more jew in it than Bruce does. But if you ask him to bring a casserole to a get together, he'll fucking bluescreen and buy a pre-made potato salad.

I agree that Jason is a good cook. As a kid I was poor, but in my later teenage years we were more middle class. That change in being able to buy ingredients, to actually make something homemade with is insane. I'm convince that one day he showed Alfred one of those '3 ingredients browine recipe' and asked if that wasn't too much to use and Alfred introduced him to the concept 'the more ingredients the better taste'. That said, as an adult I don't think he was making all these grand dishes. He doesn't live with Bruce, and frequently changes safe houses. He doesnt have the dishware to make these extraordinary foods. Like he'll make some fettuccine alfredo, but those aren't homemade noodles. He's not making a cheesecake, but he'll make a nice banana bread. I also think that he would be a bit nostalgic for the foods of his childhood like we all are in a way, but he would better it. Like cheap ass Ramen? That man is making a steaming bowl of pho. Baked potatoes? Creamy potatoes au Gratin. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Fruit tarts with peanut butter cookies. He's not phenomenal, but he's resourceful.

I said this in a previous post but Tim can cook goddammit. He grew up in a big home as tween with an unlimited fridge. He did what kids do; make really shitty food until they understand cooking. He would thrive off of reciving praise from his parents if he informed them on how independent he is. I know he tried to learn how to make all of their favorite meals until he could recite the recipe word for word. And I don't think that left even after he became robin. Because things were shaky with Bruce for a while, and Tim needed to prove himself. He definitely found out how to make the most tasty protein filled post workout foods because he was determined to be a good robin. I think that as an adult a lot of those would stick too. Like he would know how to make a lot of standard meals, and knows how to read relatively re create a recipe. He isn't useless in the kitchen just because he's rich.

Stephanie is always neglected in these and I refuse too, I love her. I think that she would be kinda a combination of Jason and Tim, like she knows as a vigilante (especially one always underestimated) she really needs to prove she can hold her own and I think that means that she would care about her diet in relation to her workout regime. Her diet would probably consist of a lot protein, fiber and vegetables. But also I think she would be more nostalgic that Jason. Because who can't help but romanticize the sight of your mom making your birthday cake and adding a drop of magic that turns it purple. If it comes down to the frozen pizza or the frozen stir fry, she might choose the pizza because it's the same brand her mom would make on Fridays. She knows how to make the foods that are good for her (to an extent, similar to Tim in that way) but she would also be able to make more of her comfort foods. But above all else, she's a sucker for convenience store meals. She's a patsa roni after patrol kinda gal. And some days she'll add in steamed broccoli, but the nights she's really feeling it, she might just turn on some old cartoon and sit on the floor with her pasta roni.

Damian is more interesting. Always being wealthy has him thinking cooking a bit beneath him. BUT, he also how easy it is to poison someone by making their meals. I feel like in the league of assassin's he learned to detect poison in food and knows how to get it back up. But, it's easier to detect that type of thing with plants. I think he knows which plants are poisonous simply by sight, taste and smell. And besides the obvious reason behind his vegan/vegetarianism I think that is also one of the contributing factors. But I still think it took him a while to come around to Alfred and ask to learn how to make more of the foods he can eat. I don't think that would happen until after he has since how the memories from cooking affect Dick, how cooking gives Jason a sense of freedom and control, and Tim independence. I think he would come to recognize the importance of being able to do something for yourself without assistance. I think he would begin with shyly approaching Alfred vegan recipe he found (because vegan/vegetarians recipes are finally becoming more mainstream and popular on social media), and Alfred will agree because he wants Damian to request certain foods. He wants Damian to truly enjoy meals and not just tolerate something Alfred makes. So I think Damian would know how to make a lot of staple dishes, but also a lot of really yummy vegan dishes. But I also think he would have a slight nostalgia for foods more regional to Nanda Parbat. Specifically I think he would miss spicy food and that it would become necessary in his favorite dishes. I think he would be a sucker for a nice lentil soup, so spicy that only Jon can stomach it.

Sorry for the long post, but this has been on my mind a bunch lately.

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florisa6s · 8 months ago

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A idea- Damian

I love the idea of Damian going to far extents to mess with people using animals

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Tim: I swear to God Bruce you gotta believe me!

Bruce: Tim...theres no way in Damians limited time he taught birds to learn your cars color and to poop on it.

*arguing*

Damian in the background: I did do it...he made fun of the haircut Grayson gave me a month ago

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Jon: Damian why did you send me a message through an owl?

Damian: I was grounded by father so I used the nest best thing besides calling, bird travel....

Damian: And did you get that package I sent?

Jon: You sent a package?

*que a tiny robin panting and trying to fly with a giant package*

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Damian taught the rats to dance just to confuse the villains and he tamed Penguins birds and Harleys hyenas.

(he asked Hartley for help with the rats)

He trained the rats to watch over Jason and the other bats whenever he is grounded and there's definitely been a time when Damians animals have saved the bats, like Joker is about to make a epic speech but a bat slaps him in the face. Or he uses them as a distraction

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Dick: how the fuck did you do that?

Damian: do what?

Dick:...Damian you taught a pigeon how to do the cha-cha slide it's dancing!

Damian: so? I think his dancing is adequate?

Dick: his-

Damian: his name is Jeffrey and I won't let you slander his skills! He's doing his best!

#dc prompt #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #batman #bruce wayne #jon kent #dick grayson

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rapz-rites · 2 years ago

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Is it alright if i request Batbros finding out Damian has a s/o

But it’s not just any s/o he’s dating his best friend and his partner in vigilante work

Love your work and I hope all is well

Best-friends and Girlfriends

Damian Wayne x Meta!Reader

Why were the Batboys surprised to find out you and Damian were dating? Aren’t they supposed to be great detectives?

A/N: OMG I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST. I HOPE I DO RIGHT BY YOU 😤✊🏾 Sorry it took so long. I had a background story about the reader activating/getting her powers here

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warning: kissing, cockblocking, Damian being a dickhead

-You got into the vigilante business much later than the others

-You were brought to the leagues attention after an accident you accidentally caused (see background story for details)

-You already lived in Gotham so they decided it would be best to work under Batman

-Because you were part psychic and could feel peoples emotions

-In the beginning Batman tried pairing you up with a few of the others to too how you would work

-You were relatively new to your powers, especially your element powers

-You’ve had a tiny bit of experience with people emotions but now that they’ve been fully activated, it overwhelming

-That’s why you had a hard time being paired for patrol

-You didn’t want to be a Bat

-You appreciated Batman taking you under his wing but you could stand having the same logo on your chest as 5 other people

-And each of them had very different personalities

-Jason had too much unreleased aggression

-Dick was a bit too chipper for your taste

-Tim was too jittery from the surplus of coffee and lack of sleep

-Stephanie was fine but she would just have random burst of emotions that startled you and you couldn’t deal

-You almost fell of a roof with her cause of that

-Cass was also nice but you couldn’t get too comfortable or else you’d end up in a void of nothingness

-That’s how you ended up fall off a roof

-Luckily Batman caught you and had Damián take you home

-You didn’t snap out of it until the next day

-Damian tried his best to avoid you

-He didn’t trust you

-Especially with your ability to read minds

-He thought you would read his mind and use it against him

-But, as a last resort, you two were paired together

-Damian tried to fight it

-“Little D. At least try for her sake. She’s going through a lot with all these unwanted thoughts and feelings”

-Unwanted?

-“Fine, Grayson. I’ll try but I won’t like it ”

-“Thank you”

-When Bruce told you you were going to be on patrol with Damian you were nervous

-When you first got to the manor, you thought he hated you

-I mean… he probably did

-It wasn’t like you were another kid he was trying to adopt

-You parents were very much active in your life

-They sent you to the manor because they thought being with other people and hero’s your age would help

-Though none of the Bats have powers you would still see the other super powered sidekicks often and learn whatever you can from them

-Surprisingly to both you and Damian, patrol went well

-You could feel Damian had a lot of emotions

-But they were quiet

-Like he was hiding them

-Suppressing them

-You would definitely ask him about it later

-After that patrol you went to talk to Damian but he disappeared

-And everytime you tried talking to him about it something keep getting in the way

-Other than that, over the next few months you two got closer

-Since you were new to the whole vigilante scene you let Damian lead

-Which he appreciated

-His siblings usually didn’t let him

-You two would have some nice conversations during patrol even if they were cut short

-Sometimes you two you just hang out in each others presence in the library or you’d watch Damian paint in the art room he had Bruce make

-You both enjoyed each other’s company

-But his thoughts and emotions confused you

-One night you couldn’t sleep

-Both you and Damian were off from patrol that night

-Making your way to Damian’s room, you knocked on the door

-Damian opened the door before looking at you

-“Grayson, what do-”

-He stopped once he saw you

-He was clad in just pj pants

-You we’re wearing a oversized shirt you cut into a crop top and shorts

-“Hi”

-“It’s late. What are you doing?”

-“I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

-“No. I couldn’t sleep”

-He opened the door wider so you could come

-As you walked in you took it upon yourself to look around a bit, not touching anything

-“Cool swords”

-“Thanks”

-You went to sit near the end of his bed, and he sat in the center, resting his back against some pillows and his headboard

-“Why are you here so late?”

-“I wanted to talk to you about your thoughts and emotions”

-Damian wasn’t look at you before, but now he was

-“What about them?”

-You could hear a slight venom in his voice

-“You’re suppressing your emotions and your thoughts are always against each other. ”

-“So what?”

-“I’m just… worried about you. I want to help you”

-“My thoughts and feelings are none of your concern so you can leave now”

-You were a bit hurt by this

-But you tried something

-You moved yourself closer to him

-You put your hand on top of his and had him feel you emotions

-You could tell by the look on his face that he could feel how genuine you were

-“Fine”

-You we’re glad that he allowed you to help him and you face didn’t hide it

-That entire night you helped him

-At the end you couldn’t help but smile

-“What are you smiling about?”

-Damian was confused

-If you saw what he saw you shouldn’t be smiling

-“You think I’m pretty and you want to kiss me again”

-Of course you saw that

-“It late. You should go to sleep”

-“Wait no. We never got to talk about it but I enjoyed the kiss too”

-Damian kept a straight face but you could feel he like hearing it

-You smiled at him

-“If you enjoyed it that much, we can do it again”

-He took initiative to kiss you

-And you kissed him back

-He pulled you closer so that you were on his lap

-It was nicer than the last time

-Don’t get me wrong, the last time was great but this kiss was way better

-Had more emotion and wasn’t rushed

-You groaned when Damian broke the kiss

-“Let’s go on a date”

-He wasn’t asking

-It was more like a very strong suggestion

-One someone couldn’t say no to

-Not like you would ever say no

-“I’d love that”

-You smiled and kissed him again

-That’s how the two of you started dating

-Since then whenever Damian got in an arguement with his brothers, just one touch from you and he would instantly calm down

-His brothers were grateful

-They figured you had just used you powers to help calm him down

-They thought he opened himself enough to you for you to become best friends

-They weren’t wrong but Damian knew that you would help him get through any negative emotions he had

-They didn’t know that you two were dating though

-It didn’t take Bruce long to figure it out

-He knew the first time you calmed Damian down after a fight with his brothers

-“I know about your relationship and I figure that your parents know”

-You nodded

-“I would just like the be sure that you two are using protection-”

-“Bruce, please. My parents gave me the talk years ago and we both know how babies are made”

-“Ok good”

-Once out of ear shot, Damian smirked and said

-“Glad you didn’t tell we are using protection”

-You rolled your eyes at him and walked away

-Which brings us to now

-It’s the annual Wayne New Years Gala

-You’re wearing a beautiful green dress that matched the accents on Damian’s suit nicely

-By this point you and Damian have been dating for over a year

-There were so many people

-Usually you would have left by now with all the people and their thoughts and emotions, but Bruce asked if you could try to stay the entire duration

-You knew he would ask if it wasn’t important to him

-So you stayed

-It was about hour and a half until midnight when you disappeared

-You were fine speaking with some of the older women and girls your age

-But you drew the line at the persistent boy who kept flirting with you

-You told him you had a boyfriend and didn’t appreciate his constant flirting

-But he didn’t get the hint

-NO MEANS NO

-When he was distracted you slipped away from everyone

-Luckily no one noticed your disappearance but Damian

-You hid in the library

-You couldn’t feel other people or hear their thoughts

-it was nice

-However a opening door broke your peace

-It was your boyfriend

-After a few weeks of dating you and Damian decided to share your presence

-Meaning that you both could faintly feel what the other is feeling and are aware of each others presence

-Once Damian couldn't feel you in the ball room he just followed your presence leading him to the library

-“I don’t know why father insisted on you staying when he knows you can get overwhelmed with all these people”

-You had mild social anxiety before

-You did fine with crowds but after a certain period of time you could do it

-Once your powers activated it got worse

-You could be around remotely large crowds for too long or else your powers might fritz out

-“It was going fine until…it doesn’t matter. Stay here with me”

-Damian sat down on the couch next to you

-Damian didn’t hesitate to agree

-He hated these galas

-Especially the girls throwing themselves at him even after politely turning them down

-“Let’s finish reading that book”

-You suggested

-But Damian had a different

-“Or… I can get my New Years kiss a bit early”

-You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“I like that idea very much Mr Wayne”

-At the same time Dick wondered where you and Damian went

-He got his other 2 brothers to help with the search

-In the library, Damian was on top of you while you kissed each other

-You tugged at Damian’s jacket and tie

-“Take it off ”

-You didn’t have to tell him twice

-Once they were off his went back to kissing you

-So passionately

-So lovingly

-So not what Dick and Tim expected to find

-Jason caught up with them and saw

-“OH MY GOD!”

-That startled you and Damian away from each other

-“What’s going on”

-Steph and Cass came into the library to see what was happening

-She looked at you and Damian and the shocked look of her brothers face

-She laughed

-“Oooh. I see. Did you guys not know?”

-Dick was offended

-“You guys knew”

-Cass let out a simple

-“Of course”

-Steph intervened

-“Bruce was the first, then Cass, and Duke and I”

-Jason was shocked

-“Even Duke knew”

-You could just sit there

-Uhm. We’re right here“”

-Martian Manhunter taught you how to knock people out with your mind

-You could easily do it to his siblings and take Damian to another room and continue where you left off

-Bruce might not like it though

-But who cares

-You have needs

-“Let’s go. Father is most likely expecting us for the countdown”

-You looked to your side a notice Damian had put his jacket back on but left his tie

-You pulled yourself together before standing up

-Damian have you his hand

-“Come on, Beloved”

-You took his hand, and both of you walked out

-And his brothers followed you pestering for answers

-“Here is my youngest son, Damian”

-Saved by the Bruce

-You planned on staying at Damian’s side for the rest of the night

-But Bruce just had to ruin it

-Damian had to give a speech

-It was just 2 minutes before midnight when Damian finished his speech

-“Before I go I’d like to mention my gorgeous girlfriend-”

-The amount of gasps from the crowd was astronomical

-Boy, we’re the tabloids going to love this

-“Y/N L/N”

-You got on the stage next to Damian

-People were recording and cameras were flashing

-You could see the the headlines already

-Damian Wayne No Longer a Bachelor

-Damian Wayne and Y/N? Who Knew?

-“Im am glad to be able to step into the new year with her by my side”

-10

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-“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

-And with that Damian pulled you closer to him and kissed you

-Of course he had to be extra with it and dip you a little

-And yet you still smiled at him

-And he smiled back at you

-You could feel the flashes from the camera and the jealousy radiating of Damian’s fan girls and that boy that kept pestering you

-But you ignored all of that and focused on Damian

-Your Damian

-Your heart and soul

OMG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #secret relationship #caught

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brucewaynehater101 · 8 months ago

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Fake Uncle is brilliant! Love it!

Bruce: so the uncle was real?

Tim: yup

Bruce: but he's an evil uncle???

Tim: yup

Bruce: why did you never tell me??

Tim *blinks: it never came up. Duh.

Well, for the Drakes. I was thinking they'd be aliens as well. But even within their culture they were aloof. Like maybe as strategists but not someone with a family circle. They had no clue what to do with a child. But, their king handed them a baby with his final breath. Earth looked safe, so that's where they went.

I'm sure they were baffled by earth human customs. I imagine raising children is different on earth. They were, however, good at negotiations, so they worked their way up the social ladder, hoping to give Tim a better life (not quite princely, but close).

I really like the idea about them searching for artifacts to teach Tim about their home!!! Good idea!! I'll have to use that!

The Drakes tried, but I think they mostly threw money at Tim. New bike? Sure. Want to learn Mandarin? Why not? Want a new nanny cause the last one was rude? Of course, your highness! Immediately!

New nannies happened all the time because timbo was a brat and fired them for petty stuff as a little kid.

Kori would be a fun add-on! Maybe she offers Tim slightly wrong advice culturally.

K: -and do this! It's very important!

T: does it.

Staff: Noooooo! This is WRONG!

T and K: confused.

Tim was trained that he was a prince, but he also was taught that it was very, very unlikely that he would take the throne. (The Drakes died later)

EXACTLY! That's along the lines I was thinking, but I'm not super great at making up funny traditions yet. Lol.

You are CORRECT about Tim "not being able to change rules" and "unstable position". It makes sense for the AU.

Ridiculous subjects are in the plan!

Subject: I have brought you this gift Your Highness. *bows with jar of slime.

Tim*is concerned: it's moving?!

Subject *shocked: Of course, Highness! I would only bring you alive Grummk!

Tim: .....ok....thank you?

Damian would be fascinated and JEALOUS me thinks.

I am so vibing with the Drakes trying their best and being so clueless as well. I'd love to see a scene or two of Janet and Jack just arguing with each other as toddler Tim causes chaos in the background.

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree in the backyard?"

Jack: "Yeah. I saw an article about human kids and trees or something."

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree that the gardener sectioned off for safety?"

Jack: "Yes?"

Janet: ".... I'm sure it'll be fine."

Tim ended up with a broken arm.

I liked the court scene you had! Stuff like that would be hilarious to read ^^

Are there any differences between Tim/the Drakes and humans? It would be funny if it's something small, especially that all humans have (like the ability to taste cinnamon or something). Just traits that Tim is able to get away with by leaning into his "I was neglected by my 'parents' and thus have no clue how to do normal human things like the human I totally am." Any physical traits (like a blue birthmark) could be cool as well.

Tim, if you wanted, could also bond with Kara and Clark about being an alien raised on Earth.

I think Damian could become an advisor for Tim. That would be kind of cute to see. They could also bond about being heirs of empires that they thought they would never actually inherit.

Dick could charm/be a court performer if he wanted to do that. Alfred would definitely get his hands on the kitchen staff to ensure Tim is properly being fed. Barbara would beef up Tim's security.

Cass would probably play pranks on Tim's "army" while Steph gathered blackmail on the planet's high society (and pull pranks on the ones that pissed her off).

I don't know enough about Helena Bertinelli, but maybe she would treat it as a fun vacation to intimidate rich people?

Duke might be interested in learning more about Tim's home world and what it's like to space travel. He would also be the one to accidentally set half the castle on fire.

I don't know if you'd like your AU to have all the Bats, but there's some stuff they could do.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au

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jaysgirlx · 11 months ago

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❝ 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 ❞

❥ pairing: dick grayson x civilian f!reader (part 2 of a series)

❥ summary: dick has to find you after all he put you through you don't deserve what your ex is doing to you.

❥ warnings: moreee angst, fighting, acts of violence, many mentions of depression, anxiety and thoughts of death

❥ wc: 3.8k

"I think the best plan here may be to pay the price, Grayson," says Damian walking into the Batcave, nearly dragging a half-awake Tim.

"That's just dumb, for all we know he'll just use the money to take her away with him. Steph and I will get her back. This guy is clearly a coward" Cass says in an annoyed tone while leaning on Duke who kept quiet.

"What if he has used his own money to hire people to fight us, he can't be that sure that we would actually pay the price," Bruce says interrupting the conversation. "And I do mean "we", y/n is practically family Dick if you decide you want me to pay the ransom we will"

"That's quite a lot of money to risk Bruce," says Barbara "Cass may be right, he might just take her away once he gets the money"

"Stop it you guys, just let me think!" Dick nearly screamed, trying to hold himself together. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see that it was Jason, "I know you're not exactly happy with me right now. But out of all of us, we need to be strong Dick. In a situation like this, we need you as our leader"

Dick didn't know how to feel, of course he needed to be the leader but he couldn't even manage to be a good boyfriend to you. Could he even save you? Were you still even alive? The blood on that envelope had been dried for fucks sake. And Steph had told him she hadn't seen you in 2 months, not since you moved back into your place.

No wonder he couldn't track you, you had been kidnapped for 2 goddamn months, and was his fault. He fucked up and left you alone to heal, he didn't realize how stupid of an idea that was. But for now, he needed to let go of that, he needed to find you and rescue you.

"We're not paying the ransom, even if y/n is still alive…he'll most likely take her with him," Dick says, causing everyone to stop their chatter. "Babs I need you to try and locate them, I know it may be a lost cause but it is our only bet"

He pauses for a second formulating a plan. You had been kidnapped for an estimate of 2 months now and if you were still alive, that meant your ex was still here. Which means he needed money.

"Tim, could you do a background check on y/n's ex? Find out his patterns, if he doesn't get money from me he'll definitely be looking for other ways to obtain some" Tim who was half awake, nodded and opened up his laptop to work alongside Barbara. Dick kept silent for a while before asking the rest of them to try checking abandoned warehouses, or any other places they possibly thought you could be.

Bruce tried talking to Dick but he tuned him out. Over the years he learned how to pick out the bits and pieces Bruce wanted him to hear and ignore the rest but right now he was tuning him out completely. The thought of you being dead made him sick, things weren't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to protect you, he loved you that's all there was to it. He felt a hand on his shoulder and it was Jason. He didn't say anything and that's exactly what Dick needed. He needed a moment to breath and just think.

He knew you ex was crazy but he didn't really know anything else about him. He didn't know if maybe there was a past of crimes he overlooked or maybe your ex was even the man he claimed to be. For fucks sake, he wished he had listen to you more when you talked, when you had practically begged him to. He thought that he was doing you a favor but all he did was put you in danger.

He could only hope that you would forgive him.

It was cold and empty. The air felt harsh to breathe and you never felt so dead. You weren't sure if something was holding you down or if you just couldn't move.

Everything hurt.

There where flickering screens in the background while soft hum got louder and louder. You could barely make out what was happening around you and maybe you didn't even want to know. Your eyes searched the room, you were in a bed covered by what seemed to be a blanket. You were tied down, your body was just weak. Where were you? What time was it? When was the last time you had eaten food? Were you dying?

The flickering screens finally caught your attention and there you saw him standing in front of a bunch of TVs, your ex-boyfriend and all your memories came flooding back. He kidnapped you...how long ago was that? And where were you? Your mind could only think of one person: Dick Grayson. You meant it when you told him, you couldn't be with him any longer but that didn't mean you didn't still love him. You'd be crazy not to when you and Dick had met you not he was some flirty playboy who flirted with every girl until he showed you otherwise. After dumping your crazy ex and going to Divk for comfort, you realized how caring he could be. So you entered a relationship with him with high expectations that he'd always treat you so well and everything between you to have been perfect.

Then he'd started cancelling plans last minute and you knew something was up. Dick didn't like secrets and it was the biggest surprise when he confided in you that he was Nightwing. You were obviously worried, worried one night he wouldn't come home but you accepted him because you loved Dick Grayson, not Nightwing. You met Jason soon after and the two of you hit it off, Dick wasn't fond of the friendship but Jason didn't mind looking after you. Jason saw you like family. Yes, he was dangerous but he knew it would break Dick's heart if anything ever happened to you.

A quiet sob fell from your lips while you thought about Dick. You hadn't even realized your eyes were filled with tears and that your fingernails were digging into your palms. You wanted to cry and shout, but you knew that was dumb. You didn't know if anyone was coming to save you but that didn't mean you wouldn't try and keep yourself alive.

While you tried you calm yourself down, you saw a black figure walking over towards you. You knew it was Roman so you closed your eyes.

Pretend to be asleep.

He won't notice.

You steadied your breaths and allowed them to fall into a pattern while his steps grew heavier and closer. His hand gently stroked your face, making you mentally gag. "You used to be sooooo perfect for me...but then you put your nose where it didn't belong" You felt something cold and thin press across your face. A blade. If you hadn't been scared before you definitely were now.

The fear inside you wasn't just from the blade but more of what he was going to do with you after. You know he isn't going to kill you because he would've done that by now but no possible way he wants to stay in Gotham. Were you still even in Gotham? There were still so many unanswered questions, but all I knew was that this room was decorated with old TVs that it seemed that Roman had been using. Still, all that didn't matter, staying alive and staying put did. If there was any chance you were in Gotham and anybody was looking for you, all you had to do was just hold out a bit longer. Dick would come for you, if anybody would, it had to be him.

The cold feeling of the blade eventually left your face and after a couple sentences of mumbling and mutters, those heavy footsteps finally walked away and slammed a door behind him. A opened your eyes and your breaths became more frantic, you knew for sure now that you were alive and that you could handle this. Small bits of pieces of what you had experienced here popped into your head but you shoved it back down. Now wasn't the time. You need to calm down and think. For all you know staying put may not work. You wanted to still be angry with me but how could you be when all you wanted was to be in his arms again. You need to see him again, even if it's just to hug him.

You needed to see Dick one last time because you were still so hopelessly in love with him.

Dick is standing in front of your favorite cafe. It was on the verge of closing and he could never understand what appeal you found in it. You said the coffee was really good especially when you put a bunch of sugar in it but didn't that apply to most coffee? For a brief moment, he smiled at the thought of maybe being able to share coffee with you like that. Just one last time, if you'd still have him.

Dick had always been fascinated by you. You were so accepting of him and his family and there was never a moment where he doubted your love. He never meant to accuse you of cheating, if he could take it back he would. If he could re-do that entire night over, he'd do it properly. He'd apologize for canceling your date and explain to you how he had been feeling for your safety. He shouldn't even have let you go that night, he should have told you the truth.

For the last month, while Tim and Barbara endlessly searched Gotham's cameras CCTV, and public records the rest of the siblings spent their free time tearing through every abandoned warehouse in hopes of finding you but they failed every single time. Every day Dick contemplated paying the ransom and risking losing you if you weren't already gone. He needed you back and he wasn't the only one worried about you.

Your parents were worried sick, all they know is that you were kidnapped but it still hurts them. Your relationship with them may not have been the greatest but that didn't mean they wanted to lose you completely. They never liked Dick, they tried to be supportive but Dick once showed up. He knows now how badly he mistreated, how much he fucked up. All you did was love and care for him and he let you down time and time again but wouldn't this time. He was going to find you and never leave your side again.

He left the cafe and went towards the phone store nearby. Dick had bought you your latest phone but never got around to connecting it to Barbara's location system which tracks all of them including Bruce. Which meant he had to go to that store and see if they could track it using the information when it was bought. He even managed to find the box it came in in your apartment.

He was able to find out that your phone was either dead or broken because it was disconnected. He thought he had reached another dead end until the cashier said its last location was tracked which was supposedly a play near Gotham's most popular TV company's buildings. The only abandoned one is the former headquarters but just getting into there is difficult, there is no way you'd be there and no one knew right?

He left with that thought on his mind and a cup of disgusting coffee full of sugar.

The quiet hum of the computers and the small chat between his sibling filled the room while Dick tried to eat his dinner. He picked at the fried rice Jason had picked up for him and the rest of his family. All it did was remind him of you and the way you always wanted to order out instead of eat something home cooked. It wasn't cause you were bad at cooking but more because you loved trying new foods every once in a while. Dick bit down on his tongue hard, tasting a cold metallic taste that barely brought him back to reality.

It had been nearly a month since you had gone missing. Daimen thought you were dead. Cass and Steph kept going through your apartment, looking for something to stop them from giving up. Jason was silent. Bruce was angry, he saw you as the perfect fit for Dick. He had never seen his son happier. Babs knows you're a survivor, you wouldn't die on her like that.

"Dick, snap out of it", Barbara said slowly reeling him back into reality. You and her had always gotten along so well, especially after Barbara got shot, you were there for her like a sister. That when he knew, that's exactly when Dick knew he was in love with you and couldn't handle watching people he cared about in pain. "Tim and I found some stuff...we have good news and bad news"

"Just tell me" He grunted out, whatever it was he could handle it, as long as there was a chance you were alive. You had to be alive, you still loved him and he had so many apologies to give you once he had you back into his arms again.

"Once I hacked the CCTV of y/n's apartment I was able to get a couple of photos of this "Roman Jennings" guy and I had Tim cross-reference them with what we knew already knew about him.." she paused as if what she said next could break Dick "This guy doesn't exist in Gotham. Not only do no records tie to him...there's no information on him anywhere"

Dick knew that most of Roman's murders had been made look like suicides and hadn't been caught but he hadn't realized that maybe "Roman Jennings" doesn't exist and that they might've been following a false lead the entire time. How could he waste a month on this? What if she's really dead-

Calm down, Grayson.

Worrying will get you nowhere.

"I'm guessing that's the bad news?"

"Yup, the good news is that, on the cameras near that abandoned TV company's old headquarters, I found the same guy leaving and entering the building every day for the last 6 weeks. I'm not completely sure but I think that's our guy" Dick was sure he heard her completely but that didn't matter. Your phone had last been located in that area and it was the only lead they had. He knew you didn't have much time and there was no way he was just going to sit here and wait.

"I'm going to check it out, Babs sends me the coordinates," Dick said as he put down the food on the counter. The silence that was surrounding him, should've been a sign that for the words that come next but Dick just couldn't think about all that right now. He needed to get to you, bring you home. Bruce felt a need to interject but he felt that it wasn't his place. But Jason had no problem with interfering especially in this situation, "Y'know you're not going in alone right? And definitely not without a plan"

Jason grabbed onto Dick's arm, roughly pulling him away from the door. The tension between them had never been resolved, no matter how many times Jason tried to make it clear that he never had any romantic feelings for you. Jason saw you as family and tried to be there for you especially since most of the time you got upset because of Dick. Bruce was ready to step in now, seeing as Dick was now angry, stressed, and running on practically no sleep. Dick rips his hand away in anger and pushes Jason, "Jason I really don't need your opinion on this, y/n has been trapped for almost 3 fucking months now. If I don't go right now, she could die"

"If you go in alone and angry, you might just be the reason she dies. Do not fuck this up for the rest of us" It hadn't really occurred to Dick that maybe this wasn't just about him and that the rest of the family had cared about you. Dick had always seen Jason as a wedge between the two of you but he never really thought he actually cared. He thought Jason just did it to mess with him. Before Dick could even respond, Steph spoke up, "She's our family too Dick, we all want her home but we have to do this right"

"Y'know she's the only one, I can talk to about menial matters," Damian says quietly, "She made it easy to just talk about those small things even the stupid ones" Maybe the stress of the situation had caused him to forget how much of positive impact you had on his family and how much this was affecting them. "Look I'm sorry guys I just…

"Want her back?" Bruce says looking over at him "we all do, so just give us a couple more hours to plan how we're getting inside and what we will do?"

Duke who had been quite quiet finally speaks up, "I think you should rest Dick. If you're going to be the one to get her out of there you need rest. Proper rest"

"I second that!!" Cass says, appearing from behind Duke. All Dick could do was nod, he was tired and stressed and just needed a little bit of sleep. He left with a weak smile and found of the guest rooms in the manor. Once he hit the best he was out like a light. That night he dreamt of you, your smile, your cute hobbies, your contagious laughter, and more. While he slept he dreamt of you, kissing you, loving you and even marrying you. Dick Grayson was utterly in love with you and couldn't wait any longer for you to come home to him.

The next morning after that was stressful, to say the least. Barbara and Tim had calculated the best time to infiltrate the headquarters when Roman wasn't there. Except that was during daytime which meant no Nightwing. Attracting attention could only get more people hurt and Dick wasn't going to risk it. Jason, Cass, and Steph agreed to come along while Damian was on standby with Duke and Bruce. Tim and Barbara would be feeding Dick information through an earpiece and would be doing the same for everyone else.

Their plan wasn't perfect but it was the best they had. Dick would in with Steph, while Jason and Cass stayed outside to not only stop Roman from entering but also catch him. Jason and Cass had no problem being ruthless if they had to be but since there was still light out they would have to keep a low profile. Officer Gordon borrowed them police uniforms which they hoped would be enough to scare Roman away if he even sees them. If not, they were ready to fight if it came to that.

Dick and Steph quietly entered the abandoned building, they went through a back door Tim was able to locate after finding the building's original floor pans. The entire building was very old and quite huge so, Tim mapped out the building for them so it would be easier for you to be found. If you were even in there. Inside the building was extremely cold but it didn't seem abandoned. It actually looked like a home. Which was a good sign, it confirmed someone was staying here. It meant there was a chance you were here. "Did she talk about me?" Dick asked Steph, trying to break the harsh silence. The two hadn't spoken up since the two of you had broken up. Steph didn't take sides but she wasn't exactly happy to hear how Dick was treating you and behaving.

"Depends, what are you willing to hear"

"Anything at this point"

Steph was quiet for a while, the two of you had searched through about 2 offices and 4 other open spaces and nothing had come out of her mouth. Dick was just about to let it go just before Steph finally spoke up, "She hated loving you. Not in a bad way, just in a way that made her miserable but feel ungrateful. She thought that she was difficult to love especially since you had been the one to approach her. She hated fighting with you but she hated the thought of her not being enough more"

Dick knew he had fucked up at every turn of your relationship but he hadn't realized how much that really had affected you. how much damage he did. In his mind he was just hurting himself but this whole time you had been the one suffering. "We all have underlying issues Dick so not everything that went wrong was on you and believe me y/n really loved you. After she'd been done ranting, she'd always think of how happy you made her and how sweet you were to her when you actually showed up. There's no doubt she would have married you"

"Would have?"

"You accused her of cheating Dick, she loved you endlessly and you just threw it in her face," Steph said after checking another room that was once again empty. "You hurt her in a way that shouldn't be forgiven and you'd be very lucky if she did forgive you"

"I know, I know! I would do anything to take back what I said to her, what I did to her. Do you know what I would give to be able to restart our entire relationship from the beginning? Do you know what I would give to open this next door and believe she's in it?" Dick kicked open the door in anger, the room was filled with lit-up TVs that seemed to be surveilling the abandoned building and parts of Gotham.

Dick wasn't sure if was he hallucinating from all the anger, stress, and need but there you were in what seemed to be an air mattress with a blanket and a book. You looked weak, like you hadn't eaten much but you seemed okay? Like you weren't hurt physically because Dick knew the deepest scars were always mental.

"y/n?"

Your name barely left his lips but it was just loud enough for you to hear. You turn to look at him and first he can see the surprise on your face and the relief but that quickly changes to a soft smile. A smile that could break his heart and fix it in an instant. A smile that he hopelessly missed. Dick never stopped loving you and he could only hope you still loved him and maybe, just maybe in that moment that's all that matters.

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annabelle--cane · 7 months ago

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On your post about reinventing Damian from thirteen stories you said that tma has "two, maybe four trans characters depending on how you look at it"

I know about alexia and frances who are the other two?

saur, alexia is definitely trans because she refers to herself as trans within her episode, and francis is definitely trans because they are referred to in the third person with they/them pronouns dozens of times. those are the two certifiable trans characters.

for the two other potential trans characters--okay, this requires a bit of background. to the best of my knowledge, the official descriptions when the episodes got uploaded to podcast platforms were not written by jonny, they were written by anil godigamuwe, the former rusty quill community manager, and in transferring over the statement summaries he would sometimes flip some pronouns around and use neutral language to refer to characters who were gendered within the episodes themselves. ex., within mag 57, the statement summary says "statement of carter chilcott, regarding his time spent in isolation aboard the space station daedalus," but the description on acast reads "statement of carter chilcott, regarding their time spent in isolation aboard the space station daedalus."

when the description for mag 132 referred to the archivst with a they pronoun, jonny clarified that this wasn't meant to be reflective of anything canonical within the text, so that's how I approach most of these instances. however, the spoken in-episode statement summaries for mag 148 and mag 155 both refer to sunil maraj and tova mchugh with they/them pronouns, though when jon continues to talk about them at the end he calls sunil "mr maraj" and uses he/him and calls tova "ms mchugh" and uses she/her. eye of the beholder nonbinary people, really. do those summaries have no wider meaning? are sunil and tova both multi pronoun users? did jon not notice their pronouns and casually misgender them in his notes? the world may never know.

#tma #answered #anons

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tumblingxelian · 4 months ago

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I was reading a post by @casscainmainly earlier & my brain went on a tangent regarding the "who is Bruce's favorite" thing. & no this is not gonna be a wholesome "Bat-dad doesn't have favorites" post, this is a "Bruce is too messed up to have the kind of coherent beliefs, feelings and focus for that kind of behavior.

This is not a man with a stable & consistent mood, this is a man who argues with his cowl in the basement while he has company over.

Anyway, I will address this in order of appearances so:

Dick is the "Favorite" in the sense he is in Bruce's eyes a Bruce who managed to cope healthily with his trauma, grow up, move on and be happy as well as a hero.

On some days, this inspires Bruce, and is what makes him feel Dick is better than he could ever be. On other days, this is why Dick could never measure up to him, why he lacks the iron will, the drive, the focus, to be the best he could be.

Jason is or was the "Favorite" in the sense that he was the one Bruce went in on eyes wide open, that's his son, no complexity or ambiguity about it like with Dick or Alfred, they are family.

How well he did is up in the air, but he was trying, which is why Jason dying was basically his parents all over again but now its a parent losing a child not child losing parents. He can't handle it so he consigns Jason to a pre-made tragedy rooted in criminality.

Tim is the "Favorite" in the sense he is the one Bruce sees the most of Bruce in, IE, dark haired, blue eyed, rich boy of Gotham. He is Bruce without the tragedy, & someone Bruce has less preconceptions about.

This is also why Bruce started up mind games and trying to make Tim eventually be Batman but also at other points clearly didn't see Tim as suitable or fitting as well, again, moods.

Stephanie, she is not his kid and was never at risk of being the "Favorite" but she was taught by him. As usual, he projects, he projects Jason, her father, her background & class, her existence as a girl, IE, damsel, in his mind (Writers outfight confirmed this).

He's never once seen her, but there were a few moments that showed they could have had something cool, but it was not to be.

Cassandra is the "Favorite" in the sense that she is what Batman wishes he had. All the skills and training in the world to a superhuman degree, no civilian life, an 'innate' grasp of the morality he grapples with, and the same obsessive drive.

Note, I didn't say Bruce, I said Batman and also that projecting what you want on a person isn't the same as favoritism, nor is it healthy, nor is it even consistent.

Cos Bruce also hates sides of Cass that remind him of himself, IE, he willingness to do what she thinks is right over obediently listen, her self sacrificial tendencies. & he resents sides that aren't like him, the more reckless, less coldly detached parts of her, or her stepping away from his ideal path. In many ways he's jealous.

Damian is not the "Favorite", but he is symbolic of one of Bruce's longest lasting and most passionate love affairs. He is also, like Jason a symbolic representative of family, of what he could have but for the mission.

Damian is also his circumstances, his history, his bloodline, his grandfather, and no matter what he does, he can't escape these things in Bruce's eyes, we are all defined by our families he thinks.

Duke is not the "Favorite", though he does have the least complicated relationship with him due to the era of his arrival and his time becoming a vigilante before they even engaged much.

What's more, Duke was a independent vigilante before he was Bruce's student and well practiced in establishing his own boundaries & definitely has some of that "he matched my freak" energy.

IE, Bruce deciding to become a vigilante at all, Duke holding him before a train to spark his memory, they have zero chill.

So while there'd definitely some projection given his parents, and jealousy/paranoia/admiration with his natural talent and powers. Its a more overtly mentor-like relationship which lessens some of the baggage.

Emphasis on the word, some and no this doesn't make Duke the "Favorite", because if Bruce can't major project, pedestal or pre-judge someone he can't 'bond' with them to the same extent.

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Again, its harder with Bruce, cos its comparing where he was and what he became over a mostly linear period and then reboots happened, amnesia happened, Bruce's persona got shifted, this makes things complicated dammit >< But I hope this was interesting!

#DC #Batfam #Bat-Clan #Bat Clan #Detective Comics #Text Post #Bruce Wayne #Project much?

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ggomos-maribat · 9 months ago

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Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian

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Chapter 4: freedom and imprisonment | AO3

CW: Depictions of (physical and mental) child abuse , childhood trauma, mentions of (human) experimentation, cult-like behavior, blood, violence

Marinette hasn't felt idiotic in a long while. After the Bats took away Robin and stuck the special cuffs to her wrists, she tries to think why the young hero suddenly burst in like that. She pities him, truly—he looked extremely pained when she saw her. She's sure she hasn't inadvertently used any magic on him, not that she even has the ability to do that to a person. At first, she considers that he might have some connection to Paris and the akumas, but that can't be possible.

She recalls him to the best of her memory: there are swords sticking out his back, dark hair, eyes concealed by the domino mask, marks on his hands, his tight grip on her. The swords on his back . . . twin swords with a . . . familiar hilt?

What.

Her hands fall limply to her sides as she sucks in a breath. That must be it.

Marinette jumps up and begins pacing around the room. Nevermind that encounter looked horrible in Batman's eyes, as well the other League members. Perhaps enough to aggravate her guilty position. This definitely complicates things on her end but kwamis know she'll be killed first before being able to approach within ten feet of Damian al Ghul.

For a few days, she isn't brought out for interrogation again but she hasn't missed the dirty looks from anyone who passed by her cell. On the bright side, she doesn't get to interact with the other heroes that much. On the other hand, she has a sinking feeling that something worse is to come.

One day, while she's sitting near the locked barrier, she senses someone approaching. Someone new who hasn't come by before.

“Hey.” She taps on the translucent barrier. “Black Canary, right?”

The blonde woman looks surprised at her sudden greeting. “Yes . . .?”

“You have expertise in psychology?”

She casts a look of suspicion. “How did you know that?”

“I heard other heroes talking about you,” Marinette explains. “Red Robin and Nightwing I think. They were wondering if you could examine me. They're still undecided on that part, but I figured I'd get ahead and jump the gun. Can—can I ask you something?”

Black Canary doesn't hide her skepticism, but she comes closer after one look at her cuffs.

“I haven't had the chance to talk to a therapist because of the akuma thing and all.” She rambles, waving her covered hands. “Plus with my background, you can see I'm emotionally troubled.”

“What do you mean 'because of the akuma thing’?” She asks.

Marinette's pretty sure she's trying to squeeze information from her which breaches some medical ethics. But she doesn't mind.

“Trying to . . . find an outlet during those times risks triggering negative emotions for an akuma. Basically, we couldn't talk about our feelings at all, unless we were at a safe distance away from Paris. If you don't believe me, you should look up the time a therapist got akumatized.”

Marinette ignores the look of horror on her face. “But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I was wondering . . . can repressed memories come back?”

The heroine doesn't say anything for a while. Marinette begins to think that she shouldn't have asked that question.

“Yes, they can. Usually, if there is a significant trigger linked to the cause of trauma,” Black Canary says carefully. “A sight, a smell, sound, event—anything can bring it back. Sometimes it happens all at once, sometimes little by little.”

“Ah . . .”

“Have you regained memories from your childhood?”

“Uhh, sure, something like that. How do I know they're not fake?”

“You would have to consider something tangible to verify the truth of your memories. It helps if another person can help piece things together with you.”

It's not my memories, Marinette wants to say.

“Thanks. I don't know what to do yet, but that helps. I have another question—”

“Stand back, we don't know what she's doing to you.” A sharp voice cuts in. That's when Marinette notices that more people have joined them: the magic-wielding Zatanna, as well as the big Bat himself scowling at her. But the man trailing behind them grabs her attention. She's heard of him, but it's the first time she's actually seen him in person.

She does a once over at the unkempt look and long brown trench coat. “John Constantine.”

Constantine freezes in his tracks when he lays his eyes on her. His tired expression shifts to a stony one as he utters one word. “ No. ”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Zatanna asks.

“Z, don't you see the kid?” He hisses.

“Does she have magical powers outside of the miraculous?” Batman steps towards him. “We have to know if she's Paris’ villain.”

Constantine scoffs. “Villain or not , you do not want to get on her bad side. Can't tell what she is but she's leaking a lot of magical aura right now.” He looks at her more intently. “Miraculous power. I'm out. I'm not dealing with this shit right now.”

“Miraculous power?” Zatanna repeats. “But I never sensed it aside from the traces.”

“She's hidden it from you, obviously.”

“Oops,” Marinette whispers, dropping her cover to bare her full aura to the heroine. She stares at her in shock.

“You cannot back out of this, Constantine. We need to pry information from her,” Batman grabs the other man's arm.

“What about that Martian of yours?”

“He can't get through her.”

Constantine shrugs him off. “Leave me out of this then. You're messing with something greater than all of you.”

Marinette blinks. She doesn't expect him to back out that easily, but at least he acknowledges the degree of her power, which she herself hasn't fully understood. She makes a mental note to ask him for advice next time.

“What do you mean?” Black Canary asks. “She hasn't done anything here. She can't. We had her in handcuffs ever since Robin . . .”

“That's because she chooses to,” the man responds. “Don't you see? Those handcuffs can't bind her powers.”

----

“Fuck you, John Constantine,” Marinette grumbles under her breath.

Because of the occult detective's wonderful remark, the JL has sounded a metaphorical alarm and increased the security around her. She's now confined in a smaller space, both hands and feet bound, with round-the-clock surveillance and even soundproof walls. She's astounded by this level of paranoia, honestly, but she expects nothing less from Batman.

What is bothersome, however, is that a: they should already know that the extra ‘precautions’ are useless; and b: she has been holding back out of her own volition this whole time.

Eventually, she feels too suffocated to stay in the same place. Marinette lets her magic hover onto the security cameras, casting an illusion to hide her disappearance. Next, she takes a piece of thread from her clothes, summons a different kind of magic, and watches as a senti-being in the image of herself sleeping morphs out of nothing. It takes a quick destructive energy burst to break out of her binds and in no less than five minutes, she's slipping through a portal to her base. Her home.

The night sky envelops the half-opened dome in the building. She grabs a spare blanket off the floor, wondering if the others are staying in the base or are still in Gotham. Her questions are immediately answered when Fei strolls in with a clipboard in hand.

“Marinette!” She perks up. “You came back sooner than I thought.”

“I'm back only temporarily.” She runs her thumb over the thin thread holding the existence of her replacement. Gliding over to the stone table, she pulls up several of the screens.

“Why? What happened?” asks her second-in-command.

“Nothing too bad.” Marinette rubs the telltale marks on her wrist. “So? What's the status report?”

“We did a survey across Gotham like you asked, but there's no signs of them,” Fei relays. “There's some talk on the streets, though. Kagami and Luka are looking into it.”

Marinette hums while studying the city map they've marked. “The site for the ritual?”

“The top of the Wayne Tower seems to be the best.”

She makes a face. Just yesterday, she made an association as well, between knowing that Damian is a Wayne and Batman just called Robin his son. “Eugh. Wayne Tower.”

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” Marinette shakes her head. Wayne Tower it is.

“I've been meaning to ask . . .” Fei tips her head. “Why Gotham? Why not, you know, here in Tibet?”

“Because their numbers are here. Gotham used to be a center of the black market for ring-adjacents, the Black Cat's power. Of course, none of it has the same power as the real thing, but its energy leaked out through the years. Pretty sure the Order has a stronghold there.”

Fei bites her lip. “But to make ring-adjacents, they'd have to be close to the source . . .”

“Yeah. They brought the Guardian there.”

The other girl's eyes darken as the meaning of Marinette's words settle in.

“If our hunch is correct and they have some brooch-adjacents–Peacocks, that is—we'll be very busy.” Marinette rakes a hand through her hair. “Where are the others? Is Adrien still sad about the trial?”

“I think he's seriously considering a law career.” Fei rolls her eyes. “They're sleeping and—oh, right now he's mad because of Red Robin.”

“Red Robin?”

“He came up to us in Gotham and asked about you.” Fei's tight grip on her clipboard tells Marinette that Adrien isn't the only one holding a grudge. “The nerve of them.”

“Oh? Were you nice to him?” Marinette remembers the same vigilante, who also visited her cell at one point alongside Nightwing.

“Of course not. Kagami flipped him off too.”

“Fei Wu.”

“What? He was the one who disturbed us!”

“Did you shake him off?”

“Of course. They're not touching Gotham until we've done our job.”

Marinette nods. If the Bats had spotted them in Gotham, questions were surely raised. They'll just have to be more careful; she's spending her time in the Justice League’s captivity anyways.

There are two reasons for the setup. First, to finally catch the Justice League's attention towards the Paris situation and have them help deal with the aftermath. But secondly—and most importantly—they have to divert the Bats’ attention elsewhere. Marinette is aware their plan isn't foolproof. There will always be eyes on Gotham regardless, like Oracle's surveillance or the Red Hood's rounds in Crime Alley. But at least they won't be interfering while preparations are being made.

Another voice speaks up behind them. Adrien sluggishly walks out, yawning.

“Marinette?”

“Hello, kitty cat. Slept well?”

“You're back?” He rubs his eyes.

“For now. My senti-double can't stay there for too long. Told ‘ya I can escape after you got me thrown in jail,” Marinette teases.

“M'lady!” Adrien whines. “I tried my best!”

She chuckles, looking back and forth between Fei and her former partner. They've got matching pajamas. Cute. “I know, I know. Come on, let's find Luka and Gami. I want to see them too.”

“What was that fake miraculous all about? It totally threw me off,” Adrien recounts the ‘one piece of incriminating evidence’ that the prosecutor showed everyone.

“You mean that replica? I made it and had Tikki take it to the apartment. Helps sell the show, you know.” Marinette shrugs. “The glass got damaged a bit on the way I think.”

“I didn't know you'd do that!”

“She didn't know you were going to be her lawyer, idiot.” Fei rolls her eyes.

----

Her stomach twists in worry when they open up her cell and take her out. There is a cloth over her eyes, and her limbs are bound in chains but she feels that she's transported to another area of the Watchtower much farther from her cell than the interrogation room. When her blindfold is lifted, she finds that she's in what looks like a meeting room, surrounded by the heroes talking amongst themselves.

Her gaze zeroes in on Zatanna holding a spellbook. She doesn't know what it is, but she feels wary of it.

“I don't think this is a good idea,” Black Canary tells the others.

“It's a breach of her privacy,” Superman argues as well, “What are you thinking?”

“We just need to confirm her identity as Hawkmoth or at least her collusion with the villain.” Batman crosses his arms. “If nothing comes up, we'll stop.”

“You can't do this to her, B. Didn't they say she has some childhood trauma?” Nightwing says.

“They're repressed memories. They won't show up,” Zatanna opens up the spellbook. “The magic will hold out for just a few minutes anyway.”

“I acknowledge that we must resort to this option to extract the truth, but what if she uses her magic like Constantine warned us?” Wonder Woman speaks up. Marinette vaguely remembers how the Lasso of Truth doesn't work on her, which she figures is owed to her own powers.

“That's why I'm telling you to stop if she tries to resist.” Constantine pushes off the wall, walking closer towards the debating group. “If her powers accumulate, I can't promise we can stop her.”

“It's safe ,” Zatanna asserts once more.

“She's barely an adult.” Nightwing raises his voice.

“Don't tell me you were influenced by her magic, Nightwing,” Batman says in a low voice.

“I'm not. And Robin wasn't. That wasn't magic; I checked with Constantine.”

“Even so, we need to confirm with her memories,” says Green Arrow. “She's still a threat, given the amount of magic she has.”

“Threat is an understatement,” Constantine mutters.

“If she is innocent as you say, Supes, we'll see that too won't we?” The Flash points out.

More or less, Marinette can figure out what they're trying to do—use magic to access her memories and prove her innocence or guilt . . . clearly without regard to her consent. If Fei or Adrien or Kagami or Luka find out, they are sure to storm into the Watchtower themselves, secret identities be damned. She stares off at the ceiling to contemplate her next move. She can, of course, escape easily and save herself from the unpermitted exposing of her inner trauma. But that can complicate things and make them view her even more as danger.

She can also resist the magic in her head without doing anything physically. She has shooed out Hawkmoth from her head plenty of times—more than she can count. It's not any different from the mind reading or Amazonian tricks they subjected her to, since her own magic can protect her.

As she's finished deciding, so have the heroes. Zatanna positions herself close to her, chanting an unfamiliar language than her usual backwards verses, drawing out a bright light from her hands and into Marinette's head.

Marinette bites her tongue.

She's made a grave mistake.

This type of magic isn't as simple as Hawkmoth's mental coaxing. There's barely any voice in her head, but she's compelled to open her mind. It feels invasive but welcoming, a foreign warmth that sends a shiver down her spine, almost hypnotic. Her muscles twitch as she tries to break away when she realizes that she has not pushed the magic out of her head, but rather another part of her consciousness.

She tastes blood in her mouth, not wanting to cry out. In her desperation to keep them away from her more recent memories, she has instead bared her past.

A holographic projection appears in midair.

As it is her memory, the vision appears in first person—coming from her own vision. She's in a dimly-lit room, surrounded by old men in long robes and sullen eyes. Deep but steady breaths sound out as she looks down on her bony arm speckled with bruises. A needle sticks out from the crook of her elbow, joint to a syringe, held by a man in front of her.

“This one is more behaved than the last.” The man grins, crooked teeth showing. He is speaking a different language than she's used to, but she still understands.

“Silence!” The monk beside him barks. “She is only a vessel for our Guardian.”

She stares down again at her arms. They're drawing blood. Again. She whimpers, trying to pull away but she's met with a harsh slap on the face.

“Foolish girl, be grateful for the success of the ritual. You are now one with the Guardian.” He turns to his companion. “How is the new set, Master Wen?”

“We've imbibed Illusion, Protection and Subjection so far but the miraculi are still weak compared to her natural abilities.”

“We shall harvest more blood then.”

Hatred and anger burst in her chest. Even if her body feels unbearably heavy, and the wound in her chest is seconds from opening up, she wants to fight these men. As she flails around and they hold her down, she catches sight of the line of vials, all filled with blood from her veins. She sees an opening, reaches out for one of the glass containers, and shatters it on the table she's sitting on.

“How dare you! That's for the miraculi!” She's struck again, harder this time.

One shard. She picks up one shard and swipes at their wrinkly eyes—

“THAT'S ENOUGH!” Constantine shouts, leaping to push Zatanna aside.

Zatanna looks back and forth at the girl and her fellow heroes, muttering her chants over and over. “I can't! I stopped the spell, I swear but—”

Even those not magically-aligned can sense some sort of subliminal pressure. Marinette is slumped and her eyes are trained on the projection, devoid of emotion. But the strength of her aura is burning around her, only increasing by the second.

“I thought it's not supposed to show repressed memories!” Superman yells.

Zatanna sucks in a sharp breath, jaw clenching. “It's not! That only means . . .”

“—her memories aren't repressed in the first place,” Black Canary continues.

“Her magic's making the spell persist,” Constantine deduces. While he tries to do damage control, the other members watch helplessly with pale faces.

The projection flickers.

She's a little younger, but still worn out and tired. In front of her is the naked back of her Master, marred by all sorts of scars and fresher wounds. Her small hands run a warm damp towel on his skin.

“You have to go easy on your body during training, Master.” Arabic spills from her lips.

“Tt. Aches are normal. I cannot improve without getting hurt first,” the boy in front of her protests.

“You have not improved yet if you cannot defend yourself well enough to avoid injuries,” she scolds lightheartedly. “I told you to watch your back earlier.”

“How am I supposed to predict another assassin behind me?”

“They can come from any direction, Master. That was just training.”

She stops scrubbing first, letting him face her for a moment. The green hue of his eyes dances with the candlelight. “I can't remember to watch my back because you are always behind me,” he confesses quietly.

Her mouth shapes into an ‘o’. “Then we'll just have to practice more. I'm afraid there will come a time that I can't protect you anymore.”

“What the—” Nightwing breathes out.

The scene flickers again.

The world tumbles in her vision as their trainer kicks her away. She hears her name called out by Damian but her ears are ringing. A familiar metallic taste trickles into her mouth.

“What have I told you, young master,” their trainer scolds, “If you fall behind in your training, she is the one to face the consequences.”

“You would not dare ,” Damian scowls.

“She is your servant. This is her purpose.” The assassin flicks his hand. “Back to your spar, young master.”

From the floor, he watches him fight another assassin, a designated sparring partner. She can tell his body is still tensed up, still concerned about her. She wants to tell him not to worry but she fears disrupting their fight. Damian is brought down to his hands and knees again—

She suppresses a scream after the trainer scratches her back with his knife. Damian is about to rush towards her but stops himself, picking up his sword and returning to position instead.

Another defeat.

A second kick to her abdomen, only eliciting a grunt. Her body has grown numb . . .

Marinette feels a thread snapping in her head—the spell has halted, but the damage is done. She doesn't need to look at the heroes to tell what they're thinking. Finally, the wave of exhaustion takes over and she allows herself to collapse.

---

Damian is utterly furious with his father. Not only has Bruce banned him from the Watchtower, but he's also forced to sit out patrols. Now he can only spend his pastime sitting around in the cave, with Barbara and Stephanie to keep him company (read: watch over him).

“I don't get it. Why are you convinced that she's innocent?” Stephanie, still donning her purple gear, spins around on a chair.

“Because the facts say so,” Damian replies grumpily. “They have not completely proven that she holds the Butterfly miraculous.”

Actually, Hawkmoth or not, he can't care any less about which side she's on. All he wants to know are her reasons, and if she is guilty, she wouldn't commit crimes on a whim.

“Yeah, I'm on Dames’ side here,” Barbara adds, still poring over the same files on the computer. “Some things aren't adding up. I'd stay neutral until more information comes to life.”

A series of beeps announce the arrival of two more visitors in the Batcave—Red Robin and Nightwing, who both wear grim faces as they approach the central console. If Damian remembers correctly, they should have come from the Watchtower.

“What's up?” Barbara inquires, turning around on her wheelchair.

“The JL has gathered more info on Marinette,” says Dick. “We have more clues on her past . . .”

Tim looks at Damian. “There's something you're not telling us.”

Damian tries to hide the shift in his body language. He hasn't given his family a clear reason yet for his breakdown, not wanting to share his memories with Marie. He wants to investigate on his own first, especially on how she's alive. His first thoughts go to the Pits, but his gut feeling tells him it's something else.

“You knew her.” Dick folds his arms. “In the League of Assassins. She was an assassin.”

Damian bites his tongue. But she's more human than I'll ever be.

Stephanie's jaw unhinges. “Damian?”

Damian lowers his head. “Fine. I did . . .”

“How?”

He averts his gaze, thinking maybe he deserves to have his sins put out in the open like this. “We were raised together,” he recounts softly. “She served under me . . . Before the coup, there was a series of attacks on all the League's bases to weaken us—I had to be transferred frequently to different locations.”

“What happened to her?” Tim leans in closer.

“She . . . she died. We were heading back to Nanda Parbat and . . .” Damian cannot bring himself to say it. I killed her. It was my fault.

Both Dick and Tim share a look. A silent conversation.

“Fuck,” Dick breathes out, “We really messed up. It had to have happened after she died, after she was with the League.”

“Why? What did you find out?” Barbara begins to type furiously, to access the records in the Watchtower for them. “You said you gathered more information on her; how did you do it? Did she talk?”

Tim visibly flinches. “No, she didn't.”

Damian springs up to his feet. “What did you do? ”

“Zatanna . . . she had this spell . . .”

“You coerced her?!”

“Memory projection.” Barbara's voice is laced with horror as she shows a series of videos on the screen. “How—how can you do this . . . how did they agree to this?”

“We were only trying to look at the time of the akuma attacks!” Dick protests. “But something went wrong.”

Damian feels his throat dry up, looking at the memories they documented. He feels sick seeing himself there, through her eyes. One thing catches her eye: Marie sitting in front of old men as they stick a needle onto her. He only hears blood rushing, barely catching his brothers’ explanation on ‘the Order of Guardians’ doing some sort of experiments on her.

His lip trembles. Her body. He never saw her body after the fall. He remembered feeling to numbed by her death to look for it.

Did they take her? Bring her back to life? Is she the same ?

Back in the Watchtower, she looked at him with so much unfamiliarity that he was paralyzed. Her eyes colored in a vibrant shade of blue are forever seared into his mind—they were never that blue before. They were just dull.

Damian runs before he realizes it. Away from the cave, away from the manor, away from the voices calling him back.

His body moves faster than his mind; he doesn't know what he should do or where he should go, but he's aching to do something. Serve revenge to those who hurt Marie, or sneak into the Watchtower himself to get her out of there. He swiftly takes hold of one of his father's jets, running through his options.

Tibet. The Order of the Guardians.

He curses himself for letting them get to her. He heard of them during his stay in the third base; another secret organization associated with magic, also located in the Tibetan range. As far as his knowledge goes, his aunt Nyssa was researching them at that time. Damian immediately shifts his flight to head east.

The maps show the location as he traces from memory; it is not too far from the League of Assassins' base. A stone temple sits up on top of a mountain, capped with a dome that has been damaged, exposing the entire. Damian wastes no time landing his aircraft and entering via the open dome.

The temple is practically in ruins. He wonders if it has any occupants at all—if he sees any of those monks, he vows not to hold back, even if he ends up killing. If the Justice League hasn't done it yet, he promises to wipe away the Order himself.

A flicker of movement in the dark catches his periphery. Damian immediately snaps his wrist to throw his knife. A shout follows after, as well as an echoing crunch of ceramic breaking.

“ Noooo, my cereal!”

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guilty-pleasures21 · 11 months ago

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Something like coming home

I'm, like, 'superposting' now, then I'm just gonna ghost you guys for 2 weeks 🙃.

Part 1 - the turning point

Part 2 - keeping secrets

Part 3 - exposed!

Part 4 - dating

Warnings: none.

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“Right.” Bruce clapped his hands together. “Now that we’re all here, let’s get to the assignments.” She shouldn’t look at him. She didn’t normally take special notice of his arrival. Did she? Oh no. Would it be weird if she didn’t look at him? Would everyone find it suspicious if she didn’t take the time to acknowledge his presence? Maybe she should just give him a nod. One of those chill ones exchanged between bros.

She looked up, resolute in her decision. But then her gaze met his, already fixed on her, a devilish grin on his face. She breathed in and out, slow, controlled. She could hear Bruce talking in the background, going through the schedule for the night before he began designating everyone their missions. But he’d pair her with Jason. He always paired her with Jason. And, of course she’d never minded before, him being her best friend in the whole world, but … her eyes flickered to him again and her stomach flipped at the look on his face. They would definitely not get any work done tonight.

She dragged her attention to the rest of the room, carefully considering who would be her best option as a partner tonight. Stephanie? No, she’d know something was off straight away. She was the one who was always trying to matchmake them, after all. Oh god. She’d be so happy to know she’d been right the whole time. X moved on to her next choice. Tim? He was oblivious enough about social situations, so he probably wouldn’t be suspicious at first … but he was the smartest of them all and he’d be sure to figure it out soon enough. And besides, he was also the absolute worst at keeping secrets. No. He was definitely out. That left her with …

“I call Damian and Duke!” She swivelled around and pointed to them, as if making sure everyone understood who she was talking about. It was perfect. Damian was, like, ten years old. There was no way he would care about her love life. And Duke was too innocent; too naive. He’d be much too focused on trying to do a good job than worrying about her behaviour being a little off. A silence fell over the room as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so eager in her declaration. She clenched her jaw, trying to stifle the suspicious smile that she knew was threatening to overtake her features. Darn her inability to keep secrets from the ones she cared about. Damian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, his gaze bouncing between her and Jason.

“Did you and Todd get into a fight?” Oh god. He was right behind her now. She could feel his warm breath trailing down her neck, his familiar scent washing over her senses, and it took everything in her to stop the shiver from running down her spine. She bit down on her tongue, redirecting her senses to the bitter pain instead.

“Yeah,” Jason agreed, the hint of mischief in his voice just enough for only her to notice. “Did I do something to make you mad last night?” Shit. She really was going to kill him one of these days.

She clenched her jaw and prayed to all the gods in the universe that no one else would pick up on the teasing note in his voice. On the low, husky timbre that whispered reminders to her of all the things he’d done last night. Of all the things they’d done last night. She dug her fingernails into her palms.

“Last night?” Tim asked quickly, his attention shifting between the two of them. “What happened last night?” Jason folded his arms across his chest and turned to look at Tim, a devious smile tugging on the corner of his lips. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

He returned his gaze to X, taking far too much pleasure in her nervous fidgeting. She was so close to him that if he just lifted his hand, he’d be able to slide it around her waist and drag her into his chest, pulling her close so he could press a kiss to her cheek. But he worried that she might spontaneously combust if he tried to do that right now. No. It was much more enjoyable to watch the blush claw itself up her face as he discreetly ran his fingers along her lower back.

“Um,” she hesitated, trying to take her attention off the touch of his fingers against her and onto inventing a plausible lie. “Jason got stung by Poison Ivy!" Well, the best lies were the ones closest to the truth, weren’t they? She could still stick to her story. All she had to do was make sure to leave out the more … graphic details. She continued.

“He came over to ask me to help patch him up.” So that was the story she was going for. He wasn’t surprised, considering her chronic inability to lie. But it was impressive: the loopholes she always managed to find to skirt around that particular problem. She nudged her elbow into his abdomen, warning him to not make things any worse. But he was tempted. So very tempted thinking about the pink that would colour her cheeks, the embarrassed smile that would pull on her lips. But then:

“You fought Poison Ivy?” Bruce asked, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Jason pulled his gaze away from X and turned to Bruce. Hold on a minute. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to be teasing X, building up her frustration against him so she’d get mad at him later, her thick brows knitting together in anger, her round eyes glaring at him enticingly, her nose scrunching up adorably. He was not supposed to be getting the ‘the reason we share our location is so we can help each out, Jason’ lecture from Bruce for the millionth time.

“I did!” he argued quickly, trying to regain control of the situation. “I told X!” He looked to her, waiting for her to back him up. But she just peeked up at him with her large brown eyes, her features schooled into the most fake expression of innocence he’d ever seen on her.

“You just told me that Ivy was causing trouble at the botanical gardens,” she replied, “and the next thing I knew, you showed up at my house all drugged up.” It was the wrong thing to say.

“You got drugged up?!” Stephanie asked, panic in her voice. “What happened? How bad was it?” Perfect. Now everyone was studying him with worried glances, curious to know about all the events that had transpired last night. X might have had the upper hand earlier, but now two could play at this game. Jason folded his arms across his chest and gave her a knowing smirk.

“Do you want to tell them what happened or should I?” Her eyes widened with fear. Oh no. Oh god, no. There was no way in hell anyone in this room was ever going to find out about what had happened last night. Not if she had anything to say about it!

“It was fine!” she blurted out quickly, waving off their concerns a little too enthusiastically. “He slept it off. He’s fine. So, anyway, the missions?” She tried to redirect their attention back to the more important matter at hand, desperate to change the subject without drawing any more suspicion, but it was a futile effort.

“We’d better check to make sure your system’s completely clean.” Bruce decided, putting aside the assignments for now. “Do you have any idea what drug it was?” Jason didn’t reply. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on X and raised an eyebrow at her in invitation to respond to the question for him.

“Bruce, seriously, it’s fine,” X reassured him, injecting as much firmness into her voice as possible. “Let’s just continue with the assignments. Damian, Duke and I can take downtown?” Jason folded his arms across his chest and fixed X with a challenging glare.

“So you’re really not going to partner with me tonight,” he said slowly, giving her the chance to reconsider. X clenched her fists and reflected his expression back at him, refusing to back down.

“It’s for team cohesiveness, Jason,” she insisted. Stephanie glanced between the two of them, noticing the ever-growing tension. Then she shook her head and stepped in between the both of them.

“No. I am not getting in between whatever this is,” she declared resolutely. “Cass, you can partner with Jace. I’ll take Tim and X can take the boys. Let’s go, Tim.” She grabbed his hand and began dragging him away, not giving anyone the chance to argue before she’d disappeared from the Batcave. Bruce turned to the rest of them with confused and tired eyes. X shrugged and began heading to the exit herself, gesturing for Duke and Damian to catch up to her.

“Let’s go, guys,” she suggested, following Stephanie’s lead. “We can start with the bank.”

Cass turned to Jason once they were alone, oblivious to whatever was going on between him and X. “You want to take the docks?”

Jason sighed at the suggestion.

“Fine,” he relented begrudgingly. “We’ll take the docks.”

The rest of the night had passed by in an uneventful blur, the entire city seeming to have been asleep - for once. So it wasn’t long before everyone had returned to the Batcave, all of them giving their designated areas the all-clear for the night. Thankfully, Duke and Damian had had no clue of what she and Jason had been up to last night - as she’d expected - but the relief could only last so long, and she’d felt her stomach roil with nerves when she’d seen him already waiting in the Batcave for her.

“Um, hello?” X asked, running forward and waving her hand in front of his face. “Jason? Did you, maybe, forget something?” Like her? Sure, she’d slept over at his place before - in the guest room, might she clarify - but that was only when they ran late and she didn’t want him driving her throughout the city at two in the morning. But it wasn’t even midnight yet and besides, he’d agreed to drop her off at her place. In front of everyone who knew where both of them lived and exactly how to find them if they wanted to. Jason stopped and fixed his gaze on her, pursing his lips in thought. Then he raised a hand to his chin and narrowed his eyes, putting on a show of contemplating the question.

“Finally,” Jason had grumbled as he’d made his way over to her, frustrated from having spent the past few hours thinking about all the things he’d like to do to her. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

No one had batted an eye as he’d gestured for her to follow after him: he always dropped her off after patrol, the two of them being the only ones who didn’t live at the mansion and public transport not running this late. But then he’d driven straight home - his home - taking each turn a little too sharply so she had to cling to him that much tighter. Jason switched off the ignition once they’d reached the parking lot and removed his helmet, then waited silently. When X didn’t move, he turned back in his seat and gestured for her to get off, puzzled as to the delay. She huffed in annoyance, but took her hands off his waist and swung her leg over the side, waiting for an explanation. Jason got off the bike, locked it up and, without a word, began walking away, not even checking behind him to see if she’d followed.

“I don’t think so,” he replied slowly, suffusing his tone with just a hint of hesitation. Then he shrugged and dropped his arms before continuing to make his way towards the lift. X scoffed in indignation, watching him stride off without a care in the world. God, he could be so infuriating sometimes! She ran out in front of him, stopping him in his path once again.

“You were supposed to drop me off? At my own place?” she reminded him, folding her arms across her chest. She knew exactly what game he was trying to play; she could see it in the twinkle in his eyes and the twitch of his lips as he looked down at her. Did he think she wouldn’t be able to see right through him? Her best friend? The one she’d taken the time to learn everything about so very carefully? He gave into his smile, letting it take over his features entirely as he looked down at her.

“Was I?” he asked, hooking his fingers into her belt loops and pulling her closer to him. “Hmm, I think I’ll keep you tonight.” He slid his arms around her waist and her stomach fluttered in response, a smile tugging on her own lips at the delight in his expression. She pressed her lips together tightly, trying to hide her reaction. But her hands glided up his chest of their own accord, coming around the back of his neck as her body settled perfectly against his. She huffed, trying to maintain her facade of annoyance at him.

“I hate you,” she grinned, her efforts at staying mad at him futile. He lowered his mouth to her neck, pressing his lips to the smooth skin below her ear.

“Mmm,” he groaned softly, brushing his lips down the length of her neck. “Great. I’ve heard that hate sex is incredible. I can’t wait to try it with you.”

She gasped at his naughty words, still not quite believing that she’d had sex with him - that he wanted to have sex with her again! Her best friend! She dug her fingers into the muscles of his broad shoulders, a shiver running down her spine at the feeling of him chuckling against her. He brushed his nose up her neck and nipped at her ear before straightening to rest his lips on her forehead.

“Let’s go, princess,” he mumbled against her before turning her around and steering her to the lift.

He pushed her against the wall once the doors had closed, placing one hand on the surface behind her so he could lean over her and start kissing her. She clutched onto his jacket as he moved his mouth against hers, then let out a squeak when he arched her back to slide his tongue even deeper into her mouth. He groaned at the taste of her, biting on her bottom lip and tugging on it with his teeth. Then he turned her around to start backing her out of the lift and towards his apartment. He kept his lips on hers as he guided her to the entrance, his hand leaving her waist only to unlock the door before he curled it back around her again. She reached up to remove his jacket, her warm hands sliding along his shoulders to take it off, and he shrugged it off before picking her up and sitting her down on his kitchen island. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her body flush against his, his tongue continuing to brush against hers as he reached up to undo her zip.

“Jason,” she said, moving her hands to his chest to try to push him away. “Jason, wait!” He stopped, lowering his head to her shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What?” he huffed, impatient to get her clothes off. She was just so beautiful, he couldn’t wait to feel her pretty little body all pressed up against his again; her smooth skin and her soft curves and her sweet, sweet taste. F*ck, he was getting hard just thinking about her.

She pushed his hands aside and hopped off the island, taking a few steps back to put some distance between them. He sighed and fixed her with an expectant look and her stomach fizzed at the sight. How could he like her so much? With his pretty eyes and his sexy smirk and his frickin’ hot body? She was still finding it a little difficult to wrap her head around it, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to tease him.

“I just want to take a shower." She shrugged and began inching her way closer to his bedroom. Jason followed after her, gesturing for her to lead the way.

“Great. I'll join you.” He was so nonchalant, the way he said it, and she felt another swarm of butterflies flutter through her insides. How could he be so casual about it? About them having sex?! Like it was just something they'd always done? She stopped walking, causing him to pause in his tracks as well, then she dashed to his bedroom to grab her spare clothes from his closet.

“Wha- X!?” He chased after her, trapping her against the cupboard when she'd closed the doors, his brows furrowed in a frown. “What are you doing?”

“I'm just going to go shower,” she repeated, her eyes wide with faux innocence as she looked up at him. She pressed her lips together tightly as she clutched her clothes to her chest, trying to stop them from curving into a wicked smile. Then she flicked her tongue out to lick them before biting down on her bottom lip. It was a habit she had, one that always had him freezing up when he saw it, his brain suddenly overrun with thoughts about what it would feel like to run his tongue all over her lush lips. Normally, he'd shake it off, chalking it up to him being too exhausted or some other bullshit excuse. But this time, this time he could actually reach out and cup her chin in his hand, tilt her head up so he could part her lips with his and slide his tongue into her mouth.

He kissed her hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers as he trailed his fingers down her front. He tugged her clothes away from her and tossed them onto the bed behind him, leaving her hands free to slide up his chest and around his neck. He moaned at the feeling of her slender fingers brushing against his body and wrapped his arms around her, bending her backwards so he could kiss her even deeper. She whimpered as he pulled on her lower lip with his teeth and he chuckled before lifting her up and tossing her onto his bed.

“F*ck. I've been thinking about you all night, sweetheart,” he admitted, undoing his belt and throwing it aside. He crawled on top of her and slid a hand up her back as he bent over to settle his lips back on hers, his fingers trying to find her zip again.

“F*cking teasing me like that,” he continued, moving his lips to her neck as he pulled her zip down. “Taking a mission with Damian and Duke instead of me. Mmm, don't tease me like that, baby.” She giggled as he nipped at her neck and curled his fingers around her waist, her senses overwhelmed by the familiar musky scent of him.

“But … But I knew you wouldn't … concentrate, Jay …” she tried to argue in between gasps, “if you just … If we had …” Her back arched off the mattress as her hips searched for his, seeking relief in the form of his body pressing tightly against hers. She ran her hands up the hard muscles in his back, sighing at the defined curves and ridges of them, then fumbled with his zip, trying to undo it as well. He sat up once she'd gotten it all the way down, pulling the sleeves off and then sitting back to take his pants off. And that was when she took the opportunity to snatch her clothes back and roll off the bed, dashing over to the bathroom before he could catch up with her.

“Wha- X!” He jumped off the bed and leapt across the room, catching the door before she could close it on him. He frowned at her, his expression thunderous, and pushed the door open, closing it behind him before he started backing her against the wall. “Why do you keep trying to run away from me?”

He placed his hands on the wall behind her, stepping close enough to her to pin her against the hard surface with his body. She turned her head to the side and clenched her fists, trying to resist from running her hands all over his muscular body. God, he felt good, the hard planes of his chest pressing into her. Not to mention the other hard part of him she could feel pressing into her, making sure she knew exactly what he wanted to do to her right then. She swallowed hard.

“What?” she asked him, doing her best to feign indignation. “How could you accuse me of such a … such a hateful thing?” He rolled his eyes at her standard dialogue, but couldn't stop the snort of amusement that escaped his throat upon hearing it.

“You're such an idiot,” he said, turning her face up to his. She gasped, her eyes lighting up with mischief, the corners of her lips twitching with a wicked smile.

“And I'm the hateful one?” He took a step back, pulling her closer to him so he could start taking her suit off as well.

“The most hateful of all the haters,” he affirmed, backing her into the shower to ravish her for the rest of the night.

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