#if being around Lazarus pits gave you green eyes than Bruce would probably have green eyes by now lol

[heroesriseandfall]

“Damian’s eyes are green like Talia’s” neither of them have green eyes…

[that1badassbitch]

(Shooting waaaay back in the timeline for this one bc the thought of how making that deal would go caught me)

Tim was so tired. No, tired was a severe understatement. Exhausted was closer, but still, not quite.

He was in the 'two months with less than an hour of consecutive sleep at any point and actively ignoring that he'd slammed four energy drinks in the past two hours but could still feel his brain stumbling and his eyelids getting heavy' phase, but that was a mouthful and a lot more words than he had available. And anyway, he was close, he was certain. A few more calculations, one more scrap of information, and he'd have an answer, if not a solution. The other bats didn't believe him, so he just had to do it himself.

He was so close.

One of his programs pinged, and he swiveled around to check it- a moment to confirm- yes

One new scrap of a mention, and it fit exactly where he needed it to. All his calculations ran perfectly, everything matched up, and he had an answer. He didn't bother to change before he ran out the door- he didn't have time, and he couldn't risk missing his window.

When Tim had first realized that Bruce was lost in the timestream, it gave him a foundation to slowly build up on, until he finally understood that Time, in and of itself, was not as solid as previously assumed. It wasn't easy to manipulate on purpose, and the fact that the Omega Beam had managed it was most likely brute force rather than any sort of skill. However, there did seem to be some sort of repeating pattern to Time that included small hiccups in the flow, which sometimes would catch a person, or an item, and carry them through some sort of distortion and drop them on the otherside just slightly off.

And if his calculations were correct- and they had to be, he couldn't consider they might not- then he would have a very narrow window of opportunity to catch one, and probably- maybe- hopefully- get a look at the timestream from outside it.

It was an unassuming alley, just like any other, nothing notable about it, no big dark history. Just an alley. An alley that happened to sit in exactly the right spot to catch the little whirlpools of time that he'd been trying to track. Lucky for Tim, it wasn't near Crime Alley, so he wouldn't have to watch for Hood on the way.

He found the corner, found the worn down buildings that sat on either side, ran past the lamppost outside it without slowing.

And suddenly, he was somewhere decidedly Not Gotham.

His thoughts took a few seconds to properly take in the change of scenery, which might have been from exhaustion, but he was going to pin the blame on the scenery itself, instead. He was surrounded by a mess of colors he could barely see; neon glowing green splattered on black, or possibly black on green, streaks of white that weren't white, dots and swirls of red-purple-yellow that shifted hues constantly. He didn't quite feel low- or zero-gravity, but he also was certain he was floating, with no ground to stand on.

And he wasn't alone. There was a... boy, or a humanoid being that resembled a boy, also floating in the strange every-colored nothing, a few yards away from Tim. Brilliantly white hair that also seemed to be hue-shifting slightly, lightly tanned skin dotted with little neon green freckles, wrapped in what certainly looked like a plush green blanket with pink around the edges.

The boy looked at him with impossibly green eyes- for a moment, Lazarus Water crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it; the Pits were also glowing green, but a bit more blue-toned that the chartreuse he saw here- and made a confused noise.

After a moment of staring at eachother, he spoke. "I feel like I'm supposed to say, 'you shouldn't be here,' but you couldn't be here otherwise."

Just a little idea

What if when Tim went off to look for Batman when he was lost in time he bumped into Phantom.

They made a Deal

Phantom knowing CW helped him find Bruce and how to get him back safely, Phantom in return for reasons (hurt badly & recovering, or evolving in power) needed someone very ecto-contaminated (Ra's fault) like Tim, to be contained in.

From a magic user point of view, knowing very little of the GZ and how they work, Tim made a very powerful Deal with a powerful death being (High Ghost King Phantom: Hello!) and is now somehow pregnant (not really but they don't know that)

Danny while inside Tim inside his core can still hear the world outside normally and can share his emotions with Tim to communicate. Which looks a lot like Tim is speaking to his belly just like expecting parents do.

This could be angst or crack

or

my personal favourite, different genres for different pov's

Tim's would be happy, just regular getting his life back together being a total BAMF, coming of age type of vibe

The rest of the Batfam and other heroes pov would be angst, paranormal, psychological horror.

Misunderstandings galore

Dick regretting heavily his decisions which caused Tim to run away because he did not believe him and he has many Regrets.

Bruce feeling guilty that Tim felt the need to make such a decision as to make a Deal and end up pregnant just to bring him back.

Meanwhile the magic users have told the other heroes about Tim's situation and now think that he's going to give birth to the child of a very powerful death being and if something happens to Tim to risk the baby it would cause all of their worlds destruction.

so pretty much-

Tim-Girl Boss, Gatekeep, Gaslight

Batfam- Much Angst

Others- *panicked chicken noises*

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Just an Idea

[capricorn-stark]

The High Road

pairing: jason todd x reader, established relationship

warning: swearing, gets sorta heated towards the end but it’s mild

a/n: will be part of a longer series

You knew Jason was finally awake when the bed shifted beneath you. 

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist to tug you closer to his body, hot breath fanning against your skin as he buried his face against the crook of your neck.

“Morning.” His voice was a little deeper, just a touch raspier than usual. You felt the corner of your lips twitch when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Morning,” you echoed, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers through his mess of dark hair, stopping where the new shock of white was. “Or afternoon, at this point.” Jason chuckled at that, lifting his head up just briefly to glance over at the little alarm clock reading 12:28 in bold red digits. 

“You been up long?” Not really. “You could’ve woken me up, babe.” 

“You could use some sleep,” you answered simply, your own gaze still fixed on the clock. “And it hasn’t even been that long, I promise.” He hummed in response, seemingly satisfied with your explanation as he finally pulled away from you. 

“The sleep part? You made a great call.” The bed made another obnoxious squeak when he moved back, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the judgmental face he made. “God, this thing’s so damn loud.” 

It wasn’t too surprising, considering the run-down state of the entire motel itself, from its peeling white paint to the questionable conditions of most of the furniture throughout it. The bed was really the least of your worries.

“How’s your head doing?” Judging from just the weary grin he flashed you, he was definitely feeling a lot better than he had last night after downing a concerning amount of liquor. He claimed it was “okay” for him to do that now, since some of the benefits from getting the Lazarus 180 treatment was that it was harder for him to get drunk. And he never even wanted to get drunk in the first place, just “a little buzzed” to lighten up a bit. That’s what he told you. 

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t even feel it anymore?” You raised a brow and he chuckled again, slowly sliding back down to rest his head against his pillow. “Seriously. I got nothing. Not even a little hangover, it’s great.” 

“Is that another Lazarus perk?” You couldn’t help but ask, and you practically felt the way his mood changed. Quite literally, perhaps, since he had tensed up the way he always did when you mentioned literally anything about his...death and recovery. “Shit - you don’t have to-” 

“Probably,” he said instead, one hand reaching over to wrap around your wrist as he continued to stare up at the ceiling overhead. “Probably is.” He caught your expression and smiled a little again. “You don’t have to get so nervous about asking. I’m totally taking questions - even if I can’t answer all of ‘em myself.” A small breath of relief escaped your lips, too soft for him to hear.

“And that’s totally okay, because you’re going to figure it all out. Or not.” He laughed at that, yanking you back down beside him and haphazardly tossing the sheets over the both of you like he hadn’t just woken up past noon. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down.” 

“Funny. I feel the same way.” The smirk on his face made you doubt you were talking about the same thing. 

“Down to help and support you-”

“That’s what I was talking about!” he protested immediately, clasping a hand over his heart in a way that only made you laugh all over again. “We were totally on the same page, sweetheart - unless you were talking about something else-”

“I wasn’t, Jay,” you assured with another laugh as his face fell almost comically fast. “I definitely wasn’t - and speaking of being on the same page-” Jason was already letting out a breath like he anticipated what was coming next. “Where are we going?” 

You had been asking the same question since three nights ago when he showed up at your apartment and told you he wanted to get out of Gotham. You couldn’t really blame him for the sentiment, since everyone who lived in Gotham wanted to get out, but also because he had been dealing with a shit ton lately, and it was understandable that he would’ve wanted to escape the place because of it.

And even that was the understatement of the century, because the “shit ton” he was dealing with was literally getting murdered by the Joker with a crowbar, getting revived via something called a Lazarus Pit, and going through a whole lot of other things he hadn’t told you about before returning to the city. And even then, the only person who knew he was alive was you as per his request to not let anyone else know. 

Not even Bruce. 

You couldn’t understand his reasoning, and you had tried to make him rethink the choice, but at the end of the day, you knew you couldn’t force him into doing anything. And when he showed up at your door, insisting that he had to leave and that he wanted you to come with him, just for a few days, maybe a week - you hadn’t had the heart to say no to him. You never really could.

So, you settled with asking where the two of you were really going - and he hadn’t answered that, either.

“Does it have to be a specific place?” Jason finally asked somewhat wearily, rubbing the side of his face as you leveled your gaze on him. “I wasn’t really thinking about anywhere...specific. I just wanted to get out of that shithole of a city.” 

Again, understandable. 

“Okay,” you started carefully, turning onto your side before giving his hand a slight squeeze. “That’s okay.” He tugged your hand towards him, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And you know you can talk to me, right? About anything.” The corner of his lips curved lilted upwards.

“I know. Thanks, sweetheart.” Catching your stare, he gave you a more reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, y’know. I didn’t drag you out with me to make you worry about me.”

“Right, you’re just giving me a five-star vacation,” you deadpanned, gesturing around the motel and causing him to laugh again. “This is exactly what I thought of for a romantic getaway, Todd. You basically read my mind.”

“Okay, that’s fair - but it’s not so bad,” he insisted, propping himself up onto his elbow so he was looking down at you with another grin. “You’re on a lameass getaway vacation, sure. But you’re with me.” 

“Okay, but where’s the not so bad part?” you asked with a grin of your own, eliciting a groan from him. “Come on, you said there was one!”

“You’re impossible, you know that?” he deadpanned, still smiling as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt your smile widen as he did, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck before he deepened it.

“Uh huh.”

“I like that about you,” he decided when he pulled back for just a moment, green eyes glowing ever so faintly under the cover of semi-darkness your shut blinds and curtains offered. “But you already knew that.” 

You felt his hand travel further down along your body as he trailed more kisses down your jaw, your neck, and lower still. Your grip on his hair tightened and you let out a soft chuckle at the remark.

“Damn right I did.” 

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[phantomchick]

Here's a snippet from a fic I may post on my ao3 at some point in the future:

"I was weak... that's why I died. You were weak too, that's why you couldn't save me."

"Jason-"

"No. No more. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you, I'm tired of myself, my head, what the lazarus pit did to my mind. I'm tired of not knowing when it's me thinking something or when it's the magic influencing me. I'm just-" He pressed his hands to his eyes. "I'm so tired of it all. I don't have the energy to care anymore. I don't even have the energy to be angry, I think that's why I'm so sane right now, I think that's why I feel more like me than I have in years."

"What?" Bruce asked. He changed tracks, "Then you should talk to someone Jason, your brothers, a doctor from the league-"

"My brothers? I'm dead to them. I'm dead to you." Jason raised his head and stared at him. But it wasn't a challenge in his eyes, he was just - looking at him, direct and steady but just that. "I'm my own ghost, a shadow or a wraith clinging to what I could've been if I hadn't been killed, only I'm not what I could've been. And I'm definitely not what I should've been, if I'd lived. Jason Todd never killed anyone, Jason Todd loved helping people. I'm. I'm not me. And none of you have ever treated me like I was, you've tried, but you couldn't make even yourselves believe in the act enough to pass muster and that just made me angry which made me even less... myself." He continued to look at his father, tears winking threateningly from the corner of his eyes for a moment as if they might spill. "Jason Todd would've gone to college, would've been a doctor or a historian or an engineer or an english teacher or followed up on any number of the things he was interested in at school as well as being a hero."

Bruce swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat.. "You could still do those things Jason it's not too late and I can-"

Jason shook his head, "I'm not Jason though. Not really. I'm the Red Hood. I'm a resurrected victim of the Joker. I'm the spawn of the Lazarus pit made with what used to be Jason's body, what used to be his brain. I'm insane and I'm untreatable and I'm so so tired of not being good enough, whether it's at something specific or just in general as a person, because of what I am."

"Jason that's ridiculous, of course you're you and you know that's not how the Lazarus pit works. You need to calm down and let us help you." Bruce tried desperately, he felt like he was teetering on a precipice, like his words were scrambled and fogged as they left his mouth. Not enough. Not good enough, he knew instantly. But he didn't know where this sudden monologue was going, he didn't know where or how to cut it off and divert it.

Jason shook his head gently, everything about him was gentle right now even the small slightly sad smile barely curving his lips and the easy relaxed shrug of his shoulders as he gazed up at Bruce. It was such a contrast to his usual demeanour that Bruce couldn't help but tense, unnerved by the change.

"I am calm. That's the point. That's why I'm saying all this, I'm not doing it to lash out or torment you Bruce, though I get why you'd think that after all I've done." He gave a dry laugh. "But I have clarity right now, not the kind of clarity you get while focusing on a task singlemindedly though I've done that plenty - probably out of some misguided subconscious attempt at fixing myself come to think of it. But yeah I've got the kind of clarity you get when your mind is clear and you're stone cold sobre, I'm too mentally and emotionally exhausted from the last week to feel as strongly as I always always feel things and it's.. a relief but I can barely even feel that, it's like it's all..." He stretched for the word, "muffled. I can think right now Bruce and the pit's not involved in the process, it's nice." He added with some humour, some warmth, "But I can't focus too hard on that or I'll get angry about how it never should have been involved in the process and then it'll be back, twisting its way through everything with or without me noticing it or distracting me before I CAN take note of it."

"Anyway, my point is, I'm clear headed right now. And I'm telling you the truth. I'm tired of you and I'm tired of being in my own head. I don't think you're my dad and I don't think that I'm your son, I don't think I'm their brother or that they're mine either. The dad I remember having, the batman I remember working with is... so different to what you are even when you're acting parental to the others and I... am so far from that person you used to love. I'm not your family, I'm not anything of yours and it's lonely but I... accept that. You're not my dad Bruce. That might sound hurtful but it's just... true? In a family of choice what did you think would happen once we stopped choosing each other? Or maybe not each other for you guys, but for me."

"Jason."

"I'm weak, I'm tired, I want the Joker dead. These are facts." Jason listed, leaning onto his crossed arms on the table almost lazily. Shutting his eyes.

"You love someone who doesn't exist anymore; you love a boy you still have a shrine to in the cave, you love someone who I'm not. Who I barely remember being if I ever was him at all and that's alright, okay? I might not think so when I'm all green eyed and furious but... right now I can so I'm telling you - It's alright to grieve for the child you lost and the future that could've been, even now that I'm here. I'm literally the embodiment of grieving over could've beens. It makes sense, it's understandable and it's okay. But. At some point we have to accept that we're not what we miss Bruce."

Bruce stared.

This was horrifying and strange and he didn't understand why Jason's tone was so calm and reasonable when he was talking about things that were slicing open all of Bruce's oldest wounds or why he was insisting that he wasn't himself. Even if he entertained the thought to go along with his hypothetical, the Lazarus pit didn't work like that; he'd been around Ra's enough to know. What was this? What was driving this sudden identity crisis?

Jason opened one bright blue eye from where his head rested upon his arms and added, "And we're never going to be."

Bruce flinched back.

He caught a hold of himself and straightened.

"I'll admit, there is a possibility that your Lazarus syndrome's been influencing you more than anyone thought. But you're still the same person you've always been even before you were exposed to it Jason, just older, you've been through more and you've changed but that doesn't mean that you're not my son anymore. I know my son and I know you're him."

Jason shook his head, he sighed heavily and squeezed the watchful eye shut again to match the other, burying his face in his arms.

"Jason." Bruce tried to get his attention. "Jason!"

He continued to ignore him.

Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "This discussion isn't over. We'll look into treatment methods for your Lazarus syndrome, I'm sorry I haven't done it before now. I should have."

Still no reply.

Bruce decided that was all they could get through for now, he left the room without further comment from Jason and it left him feeling off balance and estranged.

[liquid-luck-00]

Connections 6

Chapter 6

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

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Grandfather hated soulmates and the entire league shared that sentiment. His Mother was glad for the fact that he did not have any soul mark. That was good he wasn’t tied to anyone; he didn’t have to worry about it. It wasn’t until he was six that something changed, and he was thankful that he was alone in his room when it happened. A thought fluttered through his mind alone he instantly recognized was not his own.

An invisible bond. My soulmate will be affected by the *********** magic that affects me. They are my other half; I have to protect them.

“Tt” Damian allowed to be stated aloud. Protect me huh, as if! That was when it occurred to him I have a soulmate.

Damian bolted up and sat straight. If I have a soulmate and I just heard their thoughts. Well if this was their thoughts. Do they know mine. Damian was beginning to become infuriated with this new piece of knowledge, what struck him as odd was the fact that he felt like something was missing in the thought. It was as if that last piece could help him understand this peculiar event. In that moment, his mother came into his room.

“Damian it is time to go” His mother snapped him out of his thoughts, and he pushed this into the back of his mind. He followed his mother, and this was simply filled away in his mind under things that were useless or frustrating.

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It wasn’t until three years later would his bond would infuriate him again. As far as he knew nothing was out of the ordinary. No one batted and eye when he already knew how to handle guns, they simply praised him for being a natural and he himself did not think of it either.

But then he had to get ready for the Lazarus Ritual. His mother came to retrieve him and then everything changed. He remembered walking behind his mother blinked and he was sitting in a large room. In his lap was a book filled with drawings. Wait what the Hell was he wearing. He looked at his hands and his skin was lighter, he was wearing a wait is this a skirt. Then he looked up and saw this thing. It was this little red blob with a black spot on its forehead between clear blue eyes. That was when he began to scowl.

The question left his lips before he could process anymore “Maza ank (What are you)?” he practically spat continuing still “Ayn anna (Where am I)?” the blob seemed to only stare in shock.

The little thing looked at him and then smiled. Why would it smile. “I’m Tikki and it is nice to meet you, soulmate to my chosen” it seemed to choose its words carefully, wait why did it respond in English. But it answered half of my question he was about to respond but this Tikki spoke again “As to where you are, I am not at liberty to say.”

He decided to shift to English as this creature seemed to speak it “What is the meaning of this soulmate to your chosen rubbish?”

“just as it sounds you are the soulmate of my chosen. You being here is a result of your bond.” He scowled and stared at the blob and it sighed. “You have an invisible bond but because your other half is my chosen you both have a bond different than anyone else’s on the planet.” He began to scowl harder if that was even possible. “this bond will only continue to grow but know that what one learns the other knows as well. I am assuming it is because of you that my chosen knows how to fight.”

This pulled at Damian’s interest they know how to fight because of me then what do I know because of them. He looked at the blob again and decided to ask “does your chosen know how to handle firearms, before today?” he half hoped he was wrong because if they did his soulmate may just be as dangerous as him if not more if this creature was anything to go off of.

It was quiet and then it nodded “yes my chosen has known how to handle firearms for years now.”

Shit. Well at least I know that they can handle themselves.

“I believe our time has come to an end. Until we meet once again soulmate of my chosen.” It spoke as he blinked and then he was standing on a balcony cliff overlooking the Lazarus pit as they took his grandfather out to his chambers. He dimly remembered his mother calling him and leaving him in his quarters. Then the memory of the ritual surfaced. It was odd he was watching it but it felt detached from himself almost like a video recording, there was no feeling just the ritual and the proceedings but he felt nothing from it.

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Mari was going through her sketchbook talking about what she was planning for her dad, she blinked and she was walking behind a woman, her aura was deadly so she schooled her emotions and presented a blank face almost bored and then they exited the dark halls into an outcrop balcony of sorts overlooking a large cavern with a pool of bubbling acid green water on the other side.

She scanned the cave and then she noticed several people dressed in all black surrounding another man. From her vantage she saw a cruel face that was surrounded by black and white hair and beard. His eyes were the same acid green as the water and the aura around him as well. He wore a regal robe in a deep crimson accentuated by black and gold designs.

The cruel mad began to speak and she understood it as being Arabic.

“All here are to bear witness to the revitalization of the Demon Head. By the power of the Lazurus Pit…” more was said and then Marinette watched as the man took the robe off and stepped into the Pit. He completely submerged and the water glowed a sickly green and then he remerged. He put on the robe and continued to speak.

Mari knew that what she just witnessed was an abuse of the magic in the water, and she forced herself to remain impassive. She knew that everyone in the room would turn on her if she showed any emotion that would betray her. And then it hit her she knew no one and was talking with Tikki sitting in the parlor of Wayne Manor so how did she end up here. She watched as the man with cruel eyes left and she blinked again and then she saw Tikki staring at her expectantly, and she simply shook her head, Tikki looked sad and then Alfred came in.  

“Miss Mari” he tried to get her attention kneeling next to her on the couch, but she simply stared straight forwards. Everyone came into the room trying to find out why Alfred sounded frazzled.

Then she looked up and stared at Jason, she finally found her voice and asked “J… Jay… Jay-Jay why are… why are you covered in chaos magic” everyone was staring at her so she tried asking another way. “Why are you covered in magic from the Lazarus Pit?” everyone looked scared and now Mari was confused as well.

“How do you know that name, Mari?” Tikki asked her, breaking the silence.

“I” she didn’t know how to explain what just happened to her “I just heard it, I saw it, it was it was like a ritual”

“Tikki is this normal for a miraculous holder” Bruce asked looking at Tikki hoping for an answer

Tikki simply shook her head “No it isn’t. seeing the Lazarus arura is for a Ladybug, but this knowledge is not normal…” then she stopped ad gave Mari a knowing and sad smile. “Mari do you think?” Tikki didn’t have to finish the question for Mari to understand.

As Tikki asked her everything seemed to fall into place she was close to crying from fear or joy she didn’t know. “it might be, it’s the most logical.”

“What does this incur exactly?” Alfred spoke from kneeling beside Marinette.

“Her soulmate” Tikki said and that left everyone quiet once again. “Mari knows how to fight, that much you know but what you don’t is that she has never had any type of training. The same goes for several languages she has never studied, she can read a person’s body language without any difficulty, and now this.” Everyone was staring at her now almost like they knew something that she didn’t and that scared her.

Bruce kneeled down and pulled Mari into a hug. And whispered in her ear quiet enough so no one else heard but her “I’ll explain but for now it is okay to cry if your scared something must have happened for this to affect you so much”

Her eyes widened in surprise before she began to cry, and Bruce took her in his arms and together with Tikki left the parlor to her room.

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Once they were in Mari’s room Bruce wrapped her in a blanket and sat next to her on the bed when the door opened. There stood Jason in front and right behind him were Dick and Tim, further in the hallway was probably Alfred. Bruce glared at them and they closed the door and heard several pairs of feet leave.

Bruce sighed and shared a look with Tikki before he spoke “Pixie do you know what the Lazarus Pit is?”

She shook her head no “not completely, no.”

“What do you know?” this time Tikki spoke.

“I could tell it was filled with magic. It was a pool of bubbling acid green water.”

“you said it was like a ritual can you explain” Bruce tried to keep his voice level. He had hoped to never have to explain this to Mari, Mari looked down into her lap and Tikki flew into her sights.

“He said it was a Revitalization Ritual. Something about a Demon”

He was surprised when Tikki started to speak. “The Lazarus Pit was created by a wish combining the miraculous of the Ladybug and the Black cat. The Ladybug magic allows anyone touched by the water to be revived, healed, and extends their life. It was created by the first wish. However, the Black cat’s magic breaks the soul of the person it touches, thus making them quick to anger and dangerous there is only one exception, but it is more of a rumor as it has never happened.”

Bruce asked without thinking “Can you heal someone from the pit after they come back?” If this is true we can help Jason.

“It is possible, but it would only be stated in the grimoire, and it was lost along with the peacock and Butterfly miraculous” Bruce couldn’t help the small frown but it was soon replaced by shock as little Mari hugged him.

“We will help Jay-Jay with or without magic” Bruce let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and hugged Mari.

“I know” he then looked at the girl and he now continued. “The Pit is controlled by a group called the League of Assassins and the Demon you heard of is a man by the name of Ra’s al Ghul.”

Mari looked pensive “Tall, cruel acid green eyes with black and white hair and beard” she stated as if recalling something.

Bruce just looked at her shocked “yes” he couldn’t believe this how did sweet little Mari meet such a man. “How. How do you know him?”

“I saw him during the ritual” this just brought up more questions, but all his questions died on his lips as he saw Tikki rise.

“Mari you swapped with your soulmate today” she stated it as a fact as if she knew and was confirming it. Mari nodded her head, and Tikki sighed. “I spoke with them while you were swapped it happened right before Alfred came into the room. They were direct and to the point, and I don’t think they knew that they even had a soulmate until today.”

This was news but then again knowing Ra’s despises weakness any assassin in training under him would as well. It also figures if it is an invisible bond, they are so rare that there is very little known how they interact with the soul. In this moment he knew that he would protect the little pixie in front of him wrapped up in a blanket, and he knew that her ‘Brothers’ would protect her as well.

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Day of the Dead (Robin)

April 27th.

The bed shifted, creaked as Bruce dragged himself up out of the comfort of his way too expensive (and totally worth it) mattress, followed reluctantly by an equally exhausted Selina. He insisted she use the bathroom first, taking that time to rub his face and scalp, forcing himself into an alertness that he didn’t feel…and Bruce ignored his constantly buzzing phone. He could hear Alfred puttering around in his own room down the hall, Damian’s near silent footsteps alongside his dog’s as the youngest Wayne limped down to let Titus out. Tim…Bruce sighed, knowing that Tim one of two places; passed out in the chair in front of the computer down in the cave, or passed out on the couch in the library, his laptop on the floor.

Either way, he was sleeping, most likely, and Bruce was going to take advantage of that.

“Hey.” He glanced up, and the smile on his lips was small, but real; she looked so good leaning against the doorway in nothing but her underwear and one of his old band tees, tousled hair sticking to her forehead from her shower, a sweet smile on her face, those familiar green-blue eyes always so dark in the morning. Bruce dragged himself upright to wrap her up in his arms, hugging her tight, and Selina melted against him, nuzzling his cheek. “Bruce…”

“Thank you for staying…” He murmured, gratitude thick in his voice, and she patted his bicep, popping up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

“Of course, sweetheart. Go wash up and get dressed, I’ll head down and help Alfred with breakfast?”

“Selina, you don’t have to…” She shook her head, chuckling, and he chuckled back, ignoring his impulse to just turn away and go brood. Brooding wouldn’t help today…

“I want to. I know what today is…and why it’s so hard.” He ducked his head, swallowing his next word, and she cupped his cheek. “Bruce. I mean it. Jason…” He lifted his head, blue eyes tired but crinkled from a weary smile.

“I miss him.”

“I do too. Go on. We’ll be waiting for you.” He nodded, and after a lingering kiss, despite Cat’s aversion to morning breath, Bruce let her go. The shower was hot enough to wash away some of the pain from his shoulder and upper back, and after washing up, he carefully redressed the bandage on his thigh, then pulled on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was Saturday, thankfully, so Bruce didn’t have to worry about a suit, and making his way down the stairs, he was glad to see visitors…especially these visitors.

Four years…four years, he’s been gone now. His heart twinged, but Bruce didn’t have to hold up a mask around Dick, who hugged him tight as soon as his first Robin saw him, nor around Barb, who he knelt to hug as well. Steph looked a little lost, a little nervous to be here, and Bruce hugged her too, whispering thanks to her as he’d done to the rest, and if Steph hugged his waist a little harder, her voice a little thick…well, Bruce wasn’t going to tell.

“Father, Alfred the cat is most worried about you.” Bruce paused as he set Steph back on her feet, turning to face Damian, who was holding his purring tuxedo cat and looking concerned…and Bruce couldn’t help the tiny, choked sob, because Damian looked so much like Jason at that age, his whole being focused on “comfort father”.

“So I see. May I hold him?” Damian nodded, and Bruce gently took the cat, smiling as Alfred bumped noses with him and settled on his shoulder, purring deeper still. “Thank you, Damian…”

“This is an auspicious day; we need all the comfort we can receive…” He murmured, and Bruce hugged his youngest tight, tears spilling over now…and Damian hugged him back, clinging to him tight.

“That’s…that’s true…c’mon everyone, we better get into the kitchen before Alfred the butler and Selina yell at us.” He murmured, and Dick chuckled while Barb smiled and took the lead. Damian pulled away from the hug, but not from Bruce, and they walked in hand in hand, taking comfort from one another. Jason’s photo, the last one taken two weeks before he died, was sitting on the counter, as always, with a candle lit…and the new addition of a tin can with the label meticulously soaked off, full of dandelions, and Bruce paused by it, lips twitching up in a fond smile.

“Master Bruce, I hope you don’t mind…I wanted…well…I remember Jason making those bouquets for us when he was a child…” Alfred murmured, and Bruce just pulled him into a hug, tears running hot down his cheeks now.

“I can’t think of a better thing…It’s perfect. Best bunch of flowers that’s ever entered this house.” They all shared a laugh at that, though Selina, Steph, and Damian looked a little confused, and it was Dick who explained, his voice warm and fond as he remembered all the times Jason would prowl the Wayne grounds, plucking dandelions and purple clovers, filling an old coffee can or tin can full to the brim and bringing them back to the house to share, his smile bright and happy.

“…At first, we offered him the flowers from the garden, and Jason just shook his head, looking scared, and said that he got in trouble for pulling those. No one cared about the wildflowers.”

“Oh, what a sweetheart…” Selina breathed, and Bruce and Alfred settled at the table at last, which prompted Dick to pass them the plate of pancakes and motion to fill up.

“He really was…c’mon, let’s eat, best way to remember our boy.”

“Here here! And whatever we do, avoid Buzzfeed today.” Barb raised her OJ in a toast, and Bruce closed his eyes with a sigh.

“God, I hate Buzzfeed…”

“Same here, old man. Same here.”

—-

Six months I’ve been back, and not a Bat to bother me. Jason settled in for a quiet Saturday morning, and ignored cable for a change; he knew what was going to be all over the news today, and he, for one, didn’t want to hear yet another poignant portrayal of his death. At least Bruce wouldn’t be out in public today; he’d learned that from running through the old news stories from the last few years, and frankly, Jason was grateful for it. It…meant that Bruce at least care enough to mourn him. Even if the goddamn Joker is still alive…

He sighed, and pushed away the anger he still felt at that fact, and pulled out his guns, then pulled up YouTube on his TV. He scrolled through his usual recommended list, feeling…restless and a little out of his element; it was the first death day he’d spent back in Gotham, and his normal goofy favorites just…weren’t going to cut it. Then he saw the one video he didn’t expect to see.

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Jason Todd, Wayne or Robin?

A grin split his face.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

—-

“Welcome to Buzzfeed Unsolved. I’m Ryan Bergera, and this is Shane Madej. Today, we are covering the mysterious deaths of two important people in the deadly metropolis that is Gotham City…or are we?”

“Wait, what?”

“Jason Todd Wayne, the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and the second Boy Wonder, Robin, both of whom disappeared the same day, April 27th…and have never been heard from again.”

“Ryan, you said it was one murder!”

“And therein lays our mystery, because the more you hear details of the case, the more you wonder if these two boys were really the same person.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…I smell a conspiracy!”

“Shane, you smell lunch.”

“And a conspiracy! C’mon, out with details, gimme something, Bergera.”

“Hold your freakin’ horses, dude, lemme go over things…” Jason watched with unconcealed delight as he disassembled his pistol, cleaning each part as Ryan laid out the admittedly sparse facts of the case; of course, Jason knew the truth, but he was frankly somewhat impressed with the story that Bruce and Alfred had concocted. Of course, they couldn’t say the Joker beat him to death with a crowbar and blew up a building on him ( and even Bruce couldn’t have guessed that Talia al Ghul had stolen his corpse from the morgue, gave them an equally beaten dead kid to bury, and dumped his ass in the Lazarus Pit). But the story of Jason being killed as a hit out on the Wayne family was all too likely.

Batman had a lot of enemies.

Bruce Wayne had a lot more.

“No one was ever charged for Jason’s murder…here’s the last video of the press conference where Bruce explains things.”

“…Jesus, he’s barely keeping it together…I know he’s a billionaire, but he’s got a lot of heart…poor guy…”

“Yeah…I know we tend to fuck around on this channel, but…this kid died. Pretty badly, from what the evidence shows.”

“Man…so, you said there were theories, right?”

“Yeah, and they only get worse from here.”

“Well, we started the program with a dead kid; can’t get any worse than that.” Jason paused the video and just…stared at Bruce’s face, the tears on his cheeks, his exhausted appearance…and sighed a little.

“Sorry Dad…”

—-

“Theory number one: Dick Grayson killed Jason Todd out of jealousy. It was rumored that the brothers didn't get along and Dick and his father didn't have a good relationship when Jason came to the household.” Jason’s eyes narrowed at that one; whoever thought up that crock of shit had another thing coming. Sure, he and Dick had bickered like brothers, but at the end of the day, Dick was his brother from another mother. Even now, even with everything that had happened…Jason missed those hugs something fierce.

“I mean, that’s a pretty cut and dry one…”

“So it would seem…but if you look at the interviews, there’s nothing in Dick’s demeanor that shows any resentment or anger. And both Jason and Dick were orphaned at early ages and adopted by Bruce, so…”

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s cut and dry, but…at the same time, it doesn’t really make sense.”

“Especially given that Dick every year celebrates Jason’s birthday; I mean, killers can be weird, we know that from the last several seasons, but…I dunno. It doesn’t really fit.”

“Probably some asshole detective looking to close it up.”

“Probably…”

“On to number two!”

—-

“Bruce Wayne killed Jason Todd. This was, actually, the first big conspiracy theory to hit the web. Thankfully, it quickly died when people saw just how devastated Bruce was for months after his death, but apparently there are still some trolls on public forums who accuse Bruce Wayne of killing his son.”

“…That’s utter bullshit. Fuckers.”

“Right there with ya, buddy. Right there with ya. Onto three?”

“Please.”

—-

“Jason isn't dead, because of sightings of a homeless boy who wandered all around Crime Alley and looked exactly like Jason Todd. He was completely battered and bruised and suddenly disappeared after a year in the streets, likely due to a trafficking ring.” Jason raised an eyebrow at that, and turned his AK, Shane and Ryan’s incredulousness a comfort. He wasn’t sure why he was still watching this, but…it was kinda nice. Nice to have people be pissed off for his sake.

“Jesus Christ, Gotham, y’all are so dark.”

“May be why their superhero is Batman, dude.”

“STILL. Could this one have some merit, though, since he was an orphan?”

“This one is one of the strongest theories to date, because Jason was from a place called the Narrows, not far from Crime Alley, and according to Wayne Enterprises official documentation in their family museum, Jason had had issues with drugs and abuse, though to what extent, only the family knows. It’s a pretty ugly idea, but…it’s possible.”

“I think I’d rather be dead, Ryan, than go through that.”

“Same. Same…”

—

“Now. We move onto the disappearance of the second Robin, who vanished the same day that Jason Todd supposedly died. Possible theories of the disappearance of the second boy wonder—”

“Ryan. Ryan. Buddy. Champ. Are you implying, really, that Jason and Robin are the same kid?!”

“I’m just reading the script!”

“You wrote the script!”

“…I may be implying that they’re the same, yes.”

“I KNEW IT.”

“You don’t know shit.” Jason started laughing, and paused to get himself a fresh beer, ordering pizza while he was at it. Alright, this wasn’t so bad after all…

—

“He is hiding. Some say he hid from Batman, and some say Batman is hiding him from others. They don't know what, though. Some even say he quit the job.”

“Alright, I’ll bite, who’s ‘some’.”

“Paparazzi, conspiracy theorists, Alex Jones, etc…”

“Ah yes. The enlightened crowd.”

“Pftt…This is the weakest one, so we’ll go ahead and lay out the second theory while we’re at it. The second Robin died. After Robin stopped appearing with batman for an entire year, the same time Jason Todd died. This used to be a widely spread theory, until people realized maybe talking about the death of a boy in a terrorist attack for a conspiracy theory after his father broke down in public isn't the nicest thing to do.”

“And this is your theory.”

“This…is the strongest one I think, and the one that has the most emotional punch. But let’s be real; if the second Robin was indeed Jason Todd, then his Batman HAS to be Bruce Wayne. And c’mon. We’ve all seen the nightmare surrounding THAT theory.”

“Uh, yeah. No thanks, I do not ever need to write another “But the butts don’t match” article ever again in my life.” Jason snorted at that, cracking up laughing, and when he googled “The Butts don’t match”, he had to pause his boys because the ensuing hyena laugh had him flat on his back for ten minutes, absolutely losing his shit.

“Oh Christ, I love the internet…”

—-

“Next theory. He’s a kid, he took a break from vigilante-ing to do something else.”

“Now see, I like this one; that’s like, the most wholesome version. I hope this is the real one, but…”

“I know, man. I know.”

“Sigh.”

“Sigh.”

—-

“Almost there. Some people believe the second and the third Robin are the same, although many people disagree, considering witness reports that they looked very different, and the Robins were very distinctive in their fighting style and personalities.” Jason snorted at that, shoveling a slice of pizza into his gullet, and even the boys were looking a bit annoyed at that theory, Shane more than Ryan.

“Question.”

“Yes?”

“How the hell do they know about fighting styles?!”

“Gotham City Police.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense now.”

“Also, apparently Commissioner Gordon likes the third Robin more, which tells me they’re definitely not the same.”

“Yeah, if anyone other than Batman would know, he would. What’s next?”

“This one is kinda great, but also a bit outrageous.”

“Ooooh, juicy. Spill the beans, Bergera!”

—-

“Some even believe that the second Robin is now the infamous Red Hood. Gothamites have been known to try to stalk the dude but it's never successful, and supposedly, even the Batfam won’t bother him.”

“I mean, that’s a cool story, but how true is it?”

“Considering the guy wears a red freakin’ helmet with eyeholes and no mouth, who knows how true it is?”

“Still a nicer story than the butts. And hey, Red Hood is pretty chill, man, I think he’s probably the best thing to hit Gotham in years.”

“You’re a Hoodie!”

“The fuck is a ‘Hoodie?”

“Red Hood groupie.”

“Uh, hell no, I just think he’s cool.”

“Uh huh…Well, folks, that ties up our deep dive into the murder of Jason Todd, and the disappearance of the second Robin. To date, this case remains…Unsolved.” As the quiet music that ushered in the ending screen and credits, Jason sat back, working his second slice of pizza, and chuckled a little to himself. If only they knew…well. His people knew who he was; old man Falcone figured it out the second day Jason had been home. The Narrows had welcomed their boy back…And they weren’t gonna tell anyone. They didn’t trust Gothamites, they didn’t trust the Bats…which was why Jason had carved out his place here again, with gunfire and brutal justice. They trusted him.

He turned YouTube over to something mindless, and padded over to the window, feeling the sunshine, weak though it was, break through the clouds and warm his skin. Jason leaned against the familiar brick, and opened the window, letting in a rush of cool air, reminiscent of spring.

It was good to be home.

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Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 4 – Flowers

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“So let me get this straight,” Dick said slowly, a disbelieving look covering his face, “You two were having tea in the garden with the Grand Guardian, when a tiny floaty bug thing, that she called a “kwami" spoke to her in French. The kwami thing then put down another strange round thing on the table and out of that thing came a floating, moving picture of a girl in armour with wings, who then said things to the Guardian that upset her. Things about some man named Gabriel taking a butterfly and bringing someone back? After which other people in their own strange armor were added to the floating picture and they all spoke in another strange language at which point you guys couldn’t follow the conversation anymore?”

Stephanie made a small noise of agreement. Jason nodded, “And she said that these kwami things were bound to their miraculous, and they’re what gives them their power. The floating image thing she said was a live magic picture of the person with the other miraculous. She said the meeting was just about a mission but she looked very, very upset about it. It wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that it involves the person she seems to be mourning. Anyone got a clue who that might be?”

Dick sat there opening and closing his mouth and Damian had trouble believing everything himself. Sure he'd grown up with the Lazarus pits and they’d known the Miraculous were magic but this was… a bit much.

Cass was sitting silently and studying everyone else while Stephanie seemed to be thinking deeply about something, probably replaying a conversation. Jason was looking around, questioningly. His father pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

He suddenly remembered their interaction in the throne room when she’d first arrived.

“Well, while I don’t know who, she looked upset after she caught my eye, so the person must have had green eyes,” he said thoughtfully. They all looked at him and seemed to consider it.

His father nodded, “Jason, you said in her conversation with the blonde bee lady, the woman said that the Gabriel man wants to bring back someone she simply referred to as him. So whoever she’s mourning is most likely a significant man in her life with green eyes. It’s quite likely that the man is also significant to this Gabriel and if your summary of the group she called's body language is correct, then he’s significant to them too. My best guess is that he was either family – a father or brother, a friend or a lover. It is also quite probable that he was part of their court. Jason, I need you to find out everything you can about the Miraculous Court, the Order and everything that’s happened that has anything to do with them in the last year. Dick, I want you to join him. Steph, as you have already befriended her I want you, Cass and Damian to spend some time with her. Separately and together. If his green eyes really do unnerve her Cass is most likely to see what’s going on beneath the surface. Damian is closest to her in age, and he has the green eyes. Report back what you can,”

They all nodded their agreement. Damian felt more than uncomfortable though. He wasn’t exactly known for being good with people, even less ones close to him in age. Not to mention the fact that he had to deal with the awkwardness of knowing his father wanted to arrange for them to be married.

“With that out of the way, I need all your opinions on something,” his father stated calmly, “I have a proposal that I’d like to offer the Order that I believe would strengthen our potential alliance with them,”

Damian felt the heat already rushing to his cheeks. He knew exactly what proposal his father had in mind and he had been dreading this conversation all day.

“I want to propose a marriage between us and them. Specifically Damian and the Grand Guardian Marinette,”

There were a few seconds of silence before the protests started. It warmed Damian’s heart that his siblings cared that much. Or what was left of his heat anyway.

“But we can’t just marry him off,” Cass said, probably keeping their previous conversation in mind.

“Yeah! No one wants to be pawned off into marriage. You can’t do that to him, they don’t even know each other,” Jason proclaimed loudly.

“Hold on now,” Stephanie said, frowning, “Tim and I have an arranged marriage agreement, and look how well our betrothal is working out,”

“Yeah, it’s not all bad, and she can come stay here. We can get a new sister,” Dick added, optimistic as always.

Dick's statement was one that Damian had been thinking over the entire afternoon. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. According to all the information he had, she was kind and intelligent and he didn’t need to be told that she was beautiful. They could potentially get along swimmingly. 

“But she leads a whole court! Asking her to move here is pretty unrealistic, Dick,” Jason replied, crossing his arms.

A cold shiver crawled up Damian’s spine and he froze. He hadn’t thought of that. And if the room’s silence was any indication, he wasn’t the only one.

Dick turned to Bruce, frowning, “He’s right, I know how important this alliance is but surely we could work something else out? Marriage can’t be our only option,”

Father looked around the room and sighed, “It’s ultimately my decision what we suggest and though I want Damian to stay here as much as all of you this is important. We need this alliance, probably more than they realize,” Damian felt dread weighing heavily in his stomach. A heavy silence filled the room.

“What if,” Stephanie started, seemingly thinking out loud, “What if we just asked?”

Everyone looked up at her and Damian could feel the desperation flowing off of him, he couldn’t imagine having to uproot his whole life. Again.

She met his gaze and his clearly frantic look must’ve been enough to convince her to expand on her idea.

“I mean she’s got magic, and if based on what I could gather from out conversation, the Miraculous Court are made out of people from all over the world, and they don’t exactly have a country to rule over. They just rule over matters that have to do with the miraculous and their holders. I don’t know, but I think that might be something she could do even if she lived here. And at the very least we could come up with some sort of compromise. I guess what I’m trying to say is, asking couldn’t hurt,” she spoke quickly, but everyone easily followed her words.

A few seconds of silence stretched along, all eyes turned to Father. Damian felt hopeful, maybe this would turn out better than he'd expected.

“Ok, we'll ask,” Bruce nodded, scratching his chin, “Negotiations are happening tomorrow, in the mean time please make Guardian Marinette feel welcome. Cass, Damian, why don’t you and Stephanie go show her the flower garden before sunset. Maybe introduce her to Ivy. And while you’re there, see if you can learn anything,”

Damian looked to his sisters to see Cass nodding and Steph smiling excitedly. Steph stood and grabbed both Cass and his hands, pulling them both out of their chairs and running down the hall. He went with it, knowing full well that resistance was futile. Cass laughed happily and Damian rolled his eyes but smiled fondly.

They got pulled along by the blonde until she eventually stopped, evidently tired. She let go of their hands and leaned against a wall, out of breath. The laughter still shone in Cass's eyes and Damian stared at her with a small smile, it was hard to believe that they’d only known Stephanie for a little over a year.

She stood and smiled at them, still panting slightly, “I think we should show her the roses first, they’re in bloom and we're most likely to find Ivy near there this time of day,”

Steph started walking and Damian and Cass automatically fell in beside her, she gestured wildly as she spoke, “But first we need to find her. It’s quite possible she’s already in the gardens-,”

She stopped and took a few steps back in front of a big window they’d just passed. He looked towards Cass but she simply shrugged and followed her.

Steph’s smile widened as she all but pressed her face against the window, “No way,”

Damian approached his sisters and followed Stephanie’s gaze, there in the rose gardens just mentioned stood Marinette conversing happily with Ivy over the roses. Ivy gestured to one of the roses and said something.

Marinette leaned forward and daintily sniffed the flower. She looked up at Ivy and said something, the other who nodded and smiled.

Ivy looked up and spotted them. She spoke to Marinette and after pointing them out, she waved.

The Guardian turned, gaze searching before landing on them, she smiled brightly and waved too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sisters return the gesture. A little too late he gave an awkward little wave. His hand hanging in the air a little too long after she’d already turned back around.

He quickly snapped out of it and turned to see his sisters smiling at him.

He glared at them. They both burst out laughing.

Steph patted his cheek, her eyes shinning mischievously, “You’re glare is a lot less impactful when you’re blushing kid. Don’t worry though, we've all been there,”

She winked at him before turning. Cass squeezed his shoulder before following after her.

He touched his cheek, it felt warmer than usual. He looked to where Marinette and Ivy were conversing.

She was just like any girl. Sure, she had beautiful black hair that resembled the night sky. And her eyes reminded him of the ocean, deep and wild and worth drowning in. And she had a high position of power - not that that mattered to him personally. And yeah maybe his heart was beating faster than normal but they’d just run from the other side of the castle, it didn’t mean anything.

So why was he blushing?

“Damian come on,” Steph yelled from the end of the hall. He turned and saw her waving him over. He shot one last glance over to where Marinette was standing before jogging over to where his sisters were waiting for him.

Maybe he was just ill.

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I Remember You (I Never Forgot You)

Fandom: Batman

Day 7- Reunion/Separation So, I probably could have posted this on time, but after church I had told people on tumblr they had till 3 to get votes on whether they wanted a Reunion or Separation fic, lunch, then the late nights caught up to me and I took a three-hour nap. This is also an unintentional third part to Being Enough and You Deserve More (More Than I Have). I'll put them all in series later So, here we are. I am sorry I am late for the last day. But I have been reading other people’s entries to Dick and Damian week and just 😍😍. I’ll have go back and bookmark some of my favorite ones!

Damian was at a restaurant, a five-star, high end, black tie only, type restaurant. When he received a letter- with a distantly familiar perfume that his heart aching, his mother’s preferred scent- with a time and location, he knew that this was not a request, but a warning. Of what he did not know, but it was serious enough that she left with traceable evidence. Evidence he had in his pocket right now. But he wasn’t focused on the letter, but the person in front of him. Talia.

 Dear Richard,

 “You have to return and be my Alexander, the ruler I have always wanted you to be,” Talia begins, reaching out her hands and placing them on the table, palm up, “In fact, Alexander was twenty when he became king of Macedon, as well.”

Damian makes a face at her hands and pointedly crosses his arms, hands tucking into the bends of his arms, then he speaks, “I do not have to do anything, Talia. The last time you forced my hand, I ended up with a sword in my chest, and I do not want to have a repeat performance.”

You should not search for me. 

The frown on the older woman’s features did not make her unattractive, but her lips go from the frown to a small grin as she continues speaking, “I was not in a good place at the time, my son, for that I do regret. However, I do believe I have… motivation for you to come back under your grandfather,” Damian did not show outwardly but his heart was pounding at her words, “A certain circus boy and two aliens ring a bell? And you are searching for a recent nanotechnology theft, correct?” Talia watches as her words sink into Damian’s head, then reaching his heart, “Perhaps I know where the stolen technology went.”

Damian’s face is still impassive, but his fury was raging- demanding that Damian take his hidden dagger and stab the woman in front of him. This woman was not the woman who gave him life, she had died long ago, perhaps before he even left the League all those years ago. But Damian did recognize the person in front of him, this was the person who had no qualms in taking lives, did not care that she was going to kill her own child for revenge- that she was going to kill her son’s family if he did not follow her. “How do I know that you are not bluffing?” Damian asks.

“Are you going to risk them by calling a bluff?” Talia asks smugly. She pulls out a small remote with a few buttons and Damian feels his blood pressure rise, “Think about it, Damian.”

Then she stands, and begins to leave the restaurant, but when she reaches the door Damian pulls himself out of his chair, grabs her arm and pulls her out of the establishment and into the snowfall, “Fine. I will go with you.”

Talia smiles, “Very well, Damian. We will head to the airport.”

 I am sorry, missing Mar’i’s birthday was not ever my intention. You should tell Kor’i and Mar’i my apologies.

 Dick answers the apartment door with a smile on his face, but it quickly drops into a confused frown, “Umm, do I know you, ma’am?”

The person in question is a pale-skin blonde woman in her early twenties, wearing a wine and golden tank top, denim shorts, white slip-on shoes, and wearing a cross-body purse, “No.”

Dick’s eyes harden as he asks, “Then can I ask why you are at my door then?”

The woman takes a deep breath and blurts out, “I had a customer and he left this note at the restaurant with a huge tip and instructions to come to this apartment today and give it to a “Dick Grayson” while wearing red and gold.” She continues- after pointing at her shirt- with, “I don’t know why he gave it to me or what it says but he gave me enough money to finish paying for my college degree and I couldn’t not do what he asked.” Then she dug into her purse and pulls out the envelope and hands it to Dick.

Dick was taking in all the information quickly, takes the letter, and opens the door, “Come in.”

The woman eyes widen as she steps through the door with, “Uh-okay?” then stops as she spots all the decorations. The balloons and streamers are purple, the table has green cups, plates and utensils, and a colorful banner was hanging in the doorway reading “Happy 2nd Birthday!”

“Dick, who is at the door? Tim said that they won’t—” a tall female with tan skin, wild hair, wearing a purple shirt and blue athletic shorts, steps out of a room, but stops seeing the younger woman, “Hello, I don’t think we have met before, I am Kor’i.”

As Kor’i sticks her hand out, the blonde squeaks out, “Blyss,” and shakes Kor’i’s hand.

“Please take a seat,” Dick says entering the living room, guiding Blyss to the couch and giving the letter to Kor’i, “I’m sorry for acting weird, but do you remember anything from that night?”

Blyss, sensing the serious turn of events, sits on the couch, begins to think for a minute, lips pulling into a slight pout, “He was with another person. She was older than him. They both seemed tense, but it wasn’t a business meeting, it was personal.”

Dick looks at her questioningly and sits on the other side of the couch, “How do you figure that?”

“I’ve worked there for a few years now; I have served food during business meetings- tense meeting- but the air was charged with different type of energy. Plus, not many businesses have dinners that late, usually those times are reserved for dates, engagements, or- a couple of times- divorce meetings. Things like that.”

“Do you remember overhearing anything?” Kor’i asks, finished reading the letter.

Blyss shook her head, “Everytime I walked over they would stop talking, like they did not want anyone listening.”

Dick and Kor’i look at each other, then a loud knock on the door resounds through the apartment, startling the three adults. Blyss and Dick stand up and Dick offers her a smile, “Thank you for the information,” he says as the adults begin to walk back to the door.

Following Kor’i, Blyss smiles, “I hope you find your son. He really saved me with the money.”

Dick flounders for a second then finally gets out, “He-he isn’t my son, he is my brother.”

Blyss stops for a minute then turns to him, “Sorry, it just- when you got that letter- you looked like I did when Nightwing and Flamebird saved my son from the guy who— who kidnapped him.”

Dick though back to the last couple of kidnapping cases and then it hits him. Blyss Hayes, victim of Jaxon Zhao- resulting in the birth of Xavier Hayes. After being released for good behavior, Jaxon kidnapped the one-year old from the park and held the infant hostage till he got a plane to Colombia. Of course, Nightwing and Flamebird snuck into the building, Nightwing taking down Jaxon as Flamebird took Xavier to the ambulances. Then he just nods his head at the young mother, opening the door, “That’s alright.”

Blyss smiles at Dick and Kor’i then says, “Come to the restaurant when you find him, I’ll treat everyone to a free meal.” Afterwards, she ducks around Tim and Mar’i with a small, “Happy birthday!” and runs down the hallway.

Tim, looking where the blonde left and asks, “Who was that?”

 It’s been made clear Todd’s infectious old behavior of disappearing has spread to even me.

 “Yeah, no shi—” Jason says, reading Damian’s letter, before Dick and Kor’i throw a dark look at him, in response he grins sheepishly, “Sorry.”

Everyone was gathered in Gotham, Bruce, Cass, Barbara, Steph, Tim, Jason, Kor’i, and Dick in the Batcave and Alfred and Mar’i were in the Manor. Bruce and Tim running scans over the paper, ink, and handwriting- Cass, Steph, and Barbara watching security footage from the restaurant leading to the airport- Jason, Kor’i, and Dick were reading the note again.

“The problem is that it doesn’t sound like how normally writes!” Dick shouts at no one particular, running his hands through his hair for what seems like the hundredth time, “But it is his handwriting! And one sentence doesn’t make any sense!”

 With your life getting so hectic, I took over the nanotechnology theft case. It has taken me overseas, perhaps an island off a coast.

 Damian grits his teeth at the pain on his back, “Five for every year he has been away from us,” came from his Grandfather’s throne. Fifty strikes from a whip, fifty miles to run, fifty new cuts, fifty new burns, fifty miles to swim. Damian never thought having a favorite number was logical, but he hated the number fifty now. No matter how illogical it was, he hated it.

But he had to- to save his family. To save Richard, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

So, he grits through strikes, runs the miles, accepts the cuts, grows numb to the burns, and swims the miles. He perseveres through the pain, with the thought of his family on his mind and in his heart.

He has done it for six months, what’s another day?

But he refuses to kill, when they bring him an assassin, he knocks them out, drops his weapon and sits down. His Grandfather then decides that electrocution should be added for his response. When they bring him his meals, he does not eat the meat. He doesn’t eat for two days when that’s all they give him.

He dies once, his heart just giving out from exhaustion. Grandfather throws him the Lazarus Pit.

Damian can hear the waters whispers when he is pulled out. Telling him to crush the larynx of the person in front of him. He sees the green and remembers the color green. Green eyes, surrounded by black lashes, chubby cheeks, and a button nose.

His Qalbi.

He cannot forget about his Qalbi.

That night he takes comfort in the darkness, the black surrounding him reminds him of his Qalbi’s hair, she has her father’s hair. His Qalbi reminds him of his baba. Of Richard. Richard, the person that always comes for Damian- no matter what.

Soon he remembers everyone else. The wild roses of the courtyard remind him of Kor’iander’s bright hair when she walks into the kitchen for the breakfast Damian cooked holding his Qalbi on her hip, the graceful swans swimming in the pond remind him of Cassandra dancing in the ballroom, the sun of Stephanie’s smile when she looks at Timothy, the library of Jason’s voice when the older man read to his Qalbi before Damian put her down for a nap, the smell of chocolate coming from the kitchens of Alfred’s cookies after a hard night of patrol, the sound of a keyboard clacking down a hall of Barbara’s superior computer skills, the pearl necklace resting on a jewelry stand reminds him of Father’s face when he gave Father one after searching for days.

When he remembers everyone, he can- Colin, Jon, Maya- he begins to draw them in the sand of his cell. A few people a day, whoever he misses the most that day.

Most of the time, it is his baba, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

 The placement reminds me of the infinity charm you bought me when I was, perhaps, a ten-year-old boy.

 “I never bought him a damn charm!” Dick screeches, punching the console of the computer. Kor’i puts a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down- she knows words won’t help- and Dick whips around to her face, “Kor’i, its been six months since he has left! I've been going crazy since he never showed up for patrol, I have looked everywhere I could think of. And he is writing about charms?”

Kor’i wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “I don’t know, Richard. Perhaps Damian meant something else?”

Dick’s, Tim’s, and Bruce’s shot up at Kor’i’s words, then towards the note.

“He gave us a number, ten, so maybe every ten letters spell something out?” Tim asks, “No, unless the first word is ‘Ddn’ or something bizarre. Every ten words maybe…? ‘Dear sorry tell clear’. No! For f—”

Dick steps grabs the note and reads out loud, “You, Mar’i’s, Kor’i, infectious, with, nanotechnology, island, infinity, ten.”

“How did you know?” Bruce asks.

“Damian finds the address and salutations unnecessary. So, I took that out,” Dick explains without looking at Bruce. “So those are our words.”

Everyone took a minute, to collect their thoughts, before Bruce speaking, “Assuming ‘You’ meaning is Dick, it seems that Damian wrote a warning that you, Kor’i, and Mar’i have been infected with nanotech. And then Damian gave us a location of Infinity Island and ten would be the number we used to get the message.”

Kor’i and Dick froze at Bruce’s words, then Dick was running up the stairs and Kor’i was flying alongside him, “Mar’i!”

Bruce turns to Barbara, “Get in contact to Captain Atom and Cyborg, I want them here ten minutes ago,” then to Tim, “When I bring them back here, I’m going to get blood samples of all three of them, as soon as it’s drawn, I want you running scans on them.”

Then Bruce was following Dick and Kor’i up the stairs to the living room, where Mar’i was playing with some blocks. He watches with Alfred, Kor’i and Dick holding their daughter tightly between them, deciding to wait a minute before interrupting them, then “We need blood samples; so, we can neutralize the tech.”

Dick glances up at Bruce with tears in his eyes, “O-Okay. Let’s go, my girls.” Dick stands up and Kor’i picks up Mar’i to bring to the Cave.

As he passes Bruce, Bruce places a hand on his shoulder and says, “We are going to fix this, Dick, I promise.”

“I know, Bruce. I know.”

   Love,

 Damian Grayson-Wayne

 “Baba!”

Yo, @doc-scrawls  and @nxxttime sad/angst enough?

[littledead-ridinghood]

Oh I also do enjoy some “pit mad” Jason, @tumblingxelian (Tumblr I don’t think is tagging you and I don’t know why:((((( sorry)!! I just don’t really like how a large chunk of fandom portrays it personally, and you seem like that too. I was gonna add this in to my earlier addition but i didn’t think it really fit the mood of the piece and i was gonna make a post on it(until I didn’t. It somewhere in my drafts probably :/)(sorry OP for highjacking your post) but now this is gonna be a way less condensed version of what would’ve been previously

I like to think of the pit like…got engrained into Jason. Like have others, including bats, been in the Lazarus pit? Yes. Yes, most definitely, indeed, but Jason went into the pit with literally no brain. He had the majority beaten out of him, the rest killed off due to asphyxiation, the tiny slim portion left over burnt in a fire, then lost in a car crash and finally lost like a year of mental development due to being catatonic. Dude was the closest thing you get to a zombie.

Therefore the pit not only reset everything that healed wrong but gave him back all his brain cells and neural passageways. He’s brain was —for all intent and purposes— reset and vulnerable. And I think it would be fascinating to explore that. Bruce purposely didn’t put Jason into the pit because the brain damage was so severe!! I think that should get talked about!! The pit probably did fuxk up Jason’s chemical balance upstairs and how he processes stuff somehow(besides the lost days boarder line sociopathy)!!

I headcanon that the pit will be part of Jason forever because you don’t regrow brain cells once their lost and you don’t develop new ones after 25. It’s fair to say that brain cells are not the same as skin or muscle cells. Your brain is who you literally are. Not metaphorical like “your heart represents your feelings” but your actual decision making and conscious and emotions and all that fun stuff.

Also looking at Ras: over time he is corrupted by the pit because the water seeps into his brain after excessive use, but he’s not trying to fix his brain, he’s trying to stay young forever. If Jason was thrown into the pit(with Ras none the less) with the intent to fix his brain; I’d say there’d be more of an effect on him than if he was trying to fix a bullet to the heart or a snapped neck or something.

The pit gives Jason back the brain cells he lost; I like the idea that overtime as new brain cells develop, they start to outweigh the Lazarus brain cells and Jason starts to be able to really function as a person again, pull himself up from the madness. As he starts running around with people like Roy and Artemis, and being away from triggers in Gotham, he starts to develop healthy connections that led to healthy brain cell growth and malleability in the brain. He starts to heal. But I think the pit will always be apart of him because those Lazarus brain cells will always be there like an extinction of his emotions and mental health and thoughts, but not in the “he sees green and goes crazy”. I very much like the idea that the pit doesn’t play off his anger, but all his emotions: happy, sad, love, and if he doesn’t control it, the feelings can become very overwhelming and distressful. I also like the idea that Jason’s eyes don’t glow green when he’s just angry, but actually when overcome with any strong emotion. I have so many thoughts and feelings about the thin line I walk about “Jason has every right to be mad and that shouldn’t be a define trait of his because Look At What He’s Been Through, I would be pissed too” and “Look At What He’s Been Through, that’s gonna Fuck Him Up So Much”

I am so sorry OP. I feel like I highjacked your post and i didn’t mean to. I’m sorry

When considering Jason's first return to Gotham as Red Hood, I think I prefer if his crusade isn't driven by an unnatural, foreign Lazarus Pit madness. I much prefer the take that the Pit just skates around the edges of what's already there and has nothing to do with his new methods.

Like yeah the former is great for angst potential, and if the end game of relevant stories is reconciling the Bat-family it tends to make the transition go smoother -if Jason was being influenced then there's something to blame. But unless you really dig into the psychological ramifications of unwillingly being resurrected and then being driven to escalating violence by a magic green pit, then imo most of the time taking this route just feels like a cop out. And because I like Jason's motivations as Red Hood (control, revenge, protection) it really irks me when his anger is just dismissed as the byproduct of "Pit madness", like its something to be cured or managed.

I prefer it if the effects of the Lazarus Pit weren't as big an influence as, say, the years Jason spent away from Gotham training and travelling for a goal he embraced. I know the new52 watered him down but when Jason came back as Red Hood, he was supposed to be sort of an "avenger" showing the hypocrisy of Batman's moral code in real time. He had a top down view of crime -he wanted to control it because he knew, with the way Gotham was, you could never stop crime. He didn't kill people indiscriminately and his goals were very fleshed out and very concrete.

So, iiiiiif you make the main thing driving his change in methods be a 'madness' that more-or-less influences his mind and thoughts, all of that falls a little flat. It really devalues any of Jason's well-deserved anger and grief over his brutal murder and how it didn't change anything in Gotham. You heard it straight from him, "I thought I'd be the last person you ever let him hurt." He didn't come back because he went 'mad' with revenge or the Pit's influence, or because Bruce replaced him, or even because he didn't believe he was mourned enough. Jason came back, under his own power and with his own views on how controlling crime would make him a better version of Batman, because he saw that the man who killed him was still running wild and terrorizing his hometown and he couldn't let that stand.

He wasn't being driven by Pit madness or whatever the fuck, he was being driven by very real feelings of grief, anger, betrayal, and a burning desire to do better for Gotham even if he had to turn away from Batman's methods to do it.

[dc-x-readers]

Come Back (Beast Boy x Reader)

Request: hey hon, how are you, I was wondering if you could do a beast boy x reader. like the reader and beast boy are really close but then they have a mission and the reader dies, but she comes back to life and she is evil and they don't know who it is because she has a mask on, also she is working with the joker and all of the other villains and beast boy has to fight her and she has no memory of them and at the end can you make it cute and adorable.I'm sorry if its a lot or confusing.

So this only took me ten thousand years, I apologize. Also I know you didn’t exactly say you wanted Jason in it, but the whole come back to life theme just parallel so well with Jason that I wrote him in. I hope you like this even though the end is very open ended, and not super cute and adorable.

Trigger Warnings: Death, violence, angst, memory loss

“Are you sure you want to go?” Garfield asked you, his voice tinting at being a whine.

 You rolled your eyes at your best friend, you loved him to pieces, but he could be really selfish sometimes. I mean really? Asking you to stay home from a mission so the two of you can play video games? That just seemed low.

“Come on Gar, this mission is a favor to Robin. The little bird is going on some soul searching adventure to find his mom, and our Robin Dick wants me to keep an eye on the little thing. I’m sure nothing will happen.” You explained to Gar, giving him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your super suit and heading for the door. 

“Hey Y/N,” Garfield spoke, you turned around to face your emerald colored friend.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Be careful, please.”

You woke up in a cold sweat, a scream gnawing at your throat. The dream had made you bolt upright, but now you couldn’t remember it. Jason shifted next to you, “Did you have another nightmare?” Jason asked.

Jason and you are best friends, rising from the dead together gave you a really tight bond. When you woke up in the Lazarus Pit, in more pain than you could imagine and Jason by your side, you had no idea your life would end up like this. On the road with Jason, trying to get his revenge. For some reason Jason was able to remember his whole life before his untimely death, but you didn’t have the slightest recollection. Jason sometimes tried to help you with your memories, but you didn’t really care. The old you died. Forever.

“I don’t know. It didn’t feel like a nightmare.” You answered Jason who was now sitting up in your shared bed, hey you need to share your money and after waking up from the dead with someone who was flailing and then vomited on your bare feet, total turn off. Carefully Jason rubbed your back, and you smiled at him.

“You should try and go back to sleep. I finally found Bruce, and I am going to kill him tomorrow. I’ll need your help.” Jason murmured not moving his comforting touch. “That is, if you're still interested.” Jason said shyly.

Jason kept waiting for you to back out, he waited for in in most scenarios, always saying that before you were so good and pure that he sometimes still couldn’t believe that you could dabble on the darker side. You knew Jason was just trying to make you comfortable, but you hated feeling like a porcelain doll.

“Of course I’m interested, let’s kick some bat ass.” You spoke cheerfully, even for such a dire situation. Jason smiled at you before laying his head back down on the pillow, you followed suite moments after, thinking of the violence and mayhem which would reign down tomorrow.

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“Beast Boy, I need your help.” Robin said poking his head into Beast Boy’s room, the room that had once been Y/N’s. 

“You need my help, like you needed Y/N’s help?” Beast Boy asked, a harsh tone hazing over his words. It had been two years since you had walked out that door never to come back, and Beast Boy was healing, but he still held a grudge against Dick for the danger he put you in.

“Beast Boy please! I didn’t think the mission would be dangerous. If I did I wouldn’t have let either of them go, you think I wanted the news that my brother was beaten to a pulp by the Joker and then exploded so badly we couldn’t recover the pieces? I know you lost her, but I lost both of them!” Dick shouted, he knew his outburst wouldn’t help get Beast Boy on his side at all. “I’m sorry Beast Boy, but please I need your help.”

Beast Boy sighed, he looked up at Dick who wore the expression of guilt. Beast Boy knew that the Robin blamed himself for what happened, and it wasn’t fair to him to keep saying it was completely the boy wonder’s fault. If Beast Boy had tried hard enough, maybe he could have stopped her, his best friend and the love of his life, from walking out that door and into the hands of a mad man.“What do you need?” Beast Boy asked, and Dick gave a soft tired smile in response.

Two hours later Beast Boy and Dick were sitting atop an old warehouse in Gotham, freezing their buts off. Every time Beast Boy tried to shift into a polar bear Dick would slap him and say that when doing recon their should be no polar bears.

 “How long do we have to wait here?” Beast Boy whined, probably for the one hundredth time.

Nightwing, Dick’s new persona, opened his mouth to respond when an explosion shook the building next to them. In less than three seconds the two suspects arrived on the roof of the building they were in the middle of destroying, “For the record, I blame you for this.” Nightwing heard the female say to her male partner. Something was familiar about her voice, but Dick couldn’t put his finger on it.

Together the pair jumped to the roof where Nightwing and Beast Boy were waiting.The man in the red hood noticed the pair first, “Dang, I was hoping for the bat, we have unfinished business to discuss.” He said. His partner who wore a stark white jumpsuit with a hood pulled over her face looked around before seeing the two of them. Without hesitation the villain in white ran up to beast boy arms poised for a fight.

“I got the green guy, you start what we came here for.” She growled, and kicked at Beast Boy’s legs. 

“Hey! I have a name!” Beast Boy shouted, deflecting a punch to the gut. You had to admit the green man fought back valiantly, most of her expertly trained hits were dodged or blocked, and whenever he shifted into and animal you simply used that animal’s weakness against him. Beast Boy had no idea how you seemed to know all of his moves, but  he could tell you are an expert. It was by luck that Beast Boy was able to pull back her hood and expose her face. And when he did he couldn’t move.

Before him stood Y/N, his Y/N.

Not deterred by Beast Boy’s sudden stop Y/N punched him in the nose, having the poor green skinned boy stumble backwards. Y/N approached him ready to punch again, but this time Beast Boy waved his hands in front of her gesturing to stop, “Y/N!” He shouted.

You faltered, how did he know your name?

“Y/N, it’s me, it’s Garfield.” Beast Boy said, the name felt thick on his tongue.No one had called him Garfield since you left, he wouldn’t let them.

“Garfield?” You asked sounding confused. The name felt so familiar, yet so far away.

“This is the guy you dream about every night Y/N!” Jason shouted helpfully still in the middle of fighting Dick.

“I don’t- I don’t remember.” You finally said confused.

“That’s okay, it’s okay, just come back with me. Please.” Garfield said, holding out his hand for you.You examined the hand carefully, before looking over at Jason, who had his brother in a chokehold. Jason nodded slightly, and you smiled before taking Garfield’s hand. Your memories didn’t come magically back, but the two of you could make new memories.