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If someone doesn’t write more addict!tim drake then I will (threateningly)

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Dead on Main AU Prompt Fic

Edit: i use @shewhowillrise

The Justice League was choosing their head engineer. They had a few contenders. One being the top student in engineering at Gotham University, even has a scholarship through Jason Wayne’s Scholarship for Underperforming Students. Bruce Wayne has started it after adopting Jason and seeing how smart he was but also how much he struggled in school.

Daniel Fenton lived on the same street as the Monarch Theatre, the same street he found Jason.

Batman couldn’t help but think Daniel was what Jason could have been if he was able to finish school and head off too college.

Batman knocked on the apartment door, not at all surprised at how fast it opened. When setting up the meeting, he could hear the excitement over the phone.

“Hello Batman Sir!” Daniel greeted, holding out a hand. He had a strong firm grip, reminded him of Clark’s. Possibly a meta, which is a plus. With what the kid might encounter while building or making repairs, a meta gene would be good to have, especially strength.

And over the meeting Batman fell more and more in love with the kid’s enthusiasm. Without the guarantee of the job, the kid was ready to give some ideas (that would amazing) incase the League would need them.

The meeting was supposed to be an hour but soon he noticed that the sun was low.

Batman sat up straighter upon hearing a key turn in the lock.

“Oh that’s my partner, sorry, I would I have warned you but I didn’t realize the meeting was going to be this long,” Danny (only creepy billionaires call me Daniel) said, which Batman also noted that he tried his best not to blame Batman for going over the allotted time. Kid’s respectful too.

“Hey Stardust how’d the meeting I’m not supposed to know about go? I’m sure whatever words you stumbled over the Bat didn’t hold it against you for being nerv-” the disembodied voice walks into the dining room, and freezes in surprise before collecting himself, an easy smile going on his face while wiping grease stained hands on his grease stained jeans and stuck one out to shake.

“Hi, I’m Jaylad Peters,” he says but Batman doesn’t take the hand offered. He doesn’t react at all.

In front of him is his baby boy, the one that died in his arms, the one he buried in Gotham Cemetery, near Thomas and Martha. His Jason.

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Not so Artificial Intelligence Part 2

When Bruce finally managed to get the time to look at the file Danny had added to the bat computer, it was almost patrol, and the rest of the family was filling in to get ready to head out. Even Jason had shown up, but that was probably just because he was bribed by Alfred with leftovers from dinner. Bruce couldn’t really blame him, Alfred’s food was the best in the world, but he does wish that he would show up more often just to hang out with him and his siblings.

Bruce sat in the bat-chair, graciously labeled with a sticker from a recent prank by Stephanie. She had gone around and labeled everything in the bat cave, but added the bat suffix in front. It had taken forever to find most of them, but he allowed some of them to remain. 

Finding the new folder was easy, it was labeled FROM DANNY, and left in the middle of the screen. Clicking it open and sipping his fresh coffee he glanced at the first document. The folder was full of notes, pictures and videos, but all of the previews were white, green, or black. 

Bruce started to read through the document, and chocked on his coffee at the contents.

Hello Batman and family, I hope this reached you before they do. I didn’t bring this up just incase you knew and were supportive, but how you act and how contaminated you are I will assume you do not. There is a Government Law that declares any being that has come into contact with enough or creates ectoplasm as non-sentient and non-sapient, but at the same time malicious {Abbreviated the AEA}. We are to be turned over to the GIW to be experiment upon and exterminated. This is literal torture, and I have gathered as much evidence as me and my friends could without being caught. I beg you, please be careful if you decide to take these people down. From what is on here, I think that Lazarus Water is a form of corrupted ectoplasm. Also, anyone who has died and come back to life no matter what are counted, and anyone with godly blood within them. Please Please, save us. My parents are the leading “scientists” which is bullshit, and they’ve already tied me down once. I can’t go through that again. Please, Amity and the Infinite Realms need help. If you don’t help us, I’m scared we may be forced to go to war, and I don’t think you can win against the godly dead. 

Please, I’m begging you - Danny Fenton {King Phantom}

“You good B?” Nightwing asked strolling over casually. He didn’t know how to answer, how was he supposed to say ‘Oh yeah, just found out that the government calls us non-sentient\sapient, and we are to be experimented and slaughtered. Also if we don’t stop them our worlds probably going to fall and we’re all going to die a painful death.’ That’s a fun conversation to have.

Clearing his throat he finally spoke up. 

“Red Robin, Oracle, I need you to help me sort through these, Nightwing, get the Justice league ready for an emergency meeting, call the Dark too. Look at this.”

“Are we sure it’s real though? It could be a prank,” muttered Oracle, though even she doubted her words.

“Even so, the threat is there and we should certainly look through this, and that means the League needs to know.”

Batman carefully mourned the loss of a peaceful evening, and his coffee, he was going to need to leave that at the cave, he had an image to keep. 

Nightwing wasn’t smiling anymore, Robin looked concerned, and Red Hood was openly gawking at the screen.

“I’ve called the emergency meeting, you three sort these files out, I’m calling up the JLD now. Guess we should warn Constantine to bring a couple extra bottles huh.” His joke fell flat, but Bruce wonders if he should bring some alcohol and coffee with him, image be dammed. 

“Wait a second, godly blood included? They fuckn’ shittin’ on Diana!”

“That’s what your concerned about Todd? Not that the we both fall under these parameters, along with Father and the rest of the collection? I will go fetch Thomas from his chambers, he will need to suit up to follow us to the watchtower.”

“Good idea Damian, tell him to hurry up. Everyone else, in the Zeta Tube, Alfred, you can stay here if you want.” Bruce gathered his laptop and moved the file over, copying and sending it to Tims laptop as well. 

“Thank you master Bruce, I will wait for the younger masters then I will be up shortly. Run along now.” Alfred excused with a bow, but even his face was shadowed in worry and thinly veiled anger. 

“See you in a bit Alf.” Dick replied, inputting directions to the watchtower in and doing a quick headcount. 

With a flash, the dark gloomy cave was replaced by fluorescent lights and the steel infrastructure of the watchtower. Hopping off the platform another flash of light appeared, and Aquaman stepped out. The group filled out as Aquaman politely greeted them. Making their way to the nearest meeting room, Batman and Red Robin began to set things up as the gathered heroes began to sit. 

“Hey Nightwing, what’s with the meeting, you never call for an emergency meeting, Blüd rarely has big threats.” Flash mentioned as he zoomed into the meeting room, last as always, and began to dig into his waffle plate. Where he got waffles from, Bruce didn’t want to know, they weren’t serving waffles in the cafeteria today, or yesterday from leftovers. 

“This isn’t just Blüdhaven, it’s all of the united States.” He worried, checking over one final time to make sure everyone was here. A collection of the main heroes from the Justice League, they’d need to figure out who counted as ecto-contaminated before throwing people around, and Constantine, Zatanna, and Deadman were gathered to represent Justice League Dark. At least he assumed Deadman was there, as a chair was pulled out and labeled for him. At least they wouldn’t have to race to find him, they could tell him just to stay up in the watchtower if things got bad. Finally, Robin and Signal rushed in, signal tiredly rubbing his eyes and his helmet in Agent A’s hands. 

“As some of you know, a person got stuck in the batcomputer a couple months ago. And was only recently released.” Murmurs and imputed questions rose around, and Nightwing promptly ignored them. 

“They left behind a file for us, and we were looking through it and discovered many hidden crimes from the US government. They have taken and labeled a whole species and group of people as non-sentient and non-sapient, and have been experimenting and committing genocide on them.” Again, a chorus of questions and yelling went up, and Nightwing had to take a moment to pause. A glance at Martian Manhunter reviled a stone cold face, quietly waiting for more information. 

“Oh god… what is this?” 

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Secret Saviour

Damian Wayne x Male Reader

Warnings: None…

Part 1: Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian Wayne…

Summary: When Bruce goes missing Damian finds an unexpected help in Y/n Sinclair…

(A/n: I changed the title from the poll)

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Ever since the two of you studied together you and Damian had grown fond of each others company. Despite that Damian would never admit this fact, he insisted to his family that he was simply investigating you to see if you were somehow involved with your mother’s criminal activities.

He hadn’t actually found anything suspicious connecting you to Roulette yet which pleased him. Because according to him it means ”he dosen’t have to contact the GCPD… yet”. But Damian would have to put his ”investigation” on halt for a bit.

One dark night during patrol Bruce had suddenly disappeared without a trace, no comms could reach him and they had no way to track him except for the Batmobile’s last location, which hadn’t revealed the slightest hint. His allies looked for him for days trying to find even the smallest clue that would at least let them know he was alive but nothing.

Just when they felt like there was no where else to look they got a call from the watchtower. They answered and Martian Manhunter appeared on the screen of the Batcomputer.

”Hey J’onn, good news I hope” Dick greeted. ”The watchtower recieved an urgent message about Batman’s current whereabouts from an unknown source” J’onn said and another voice started playing from the speakers, one which Damian recognized…

”Is this the watchtower?” A voice came over a weak signal making the sound crackle lightly. Despite the bad audio quality Damian knew that voice immediately it was Y/n’s voice. ”I know Batman has disappeared and I think I know where he is, have someone meet me on the 4th floor of parking garage next to the Royal Hotel, on Wednesday at midnight and I’ll tell you what i know”.

The message then ended and J’onn said ”I’ll let you decide how to deal with the informant, make sure to be careful, contact the League if you need any further help, good luck”. Then he hung up and disappeared from the main screen.

”Do we go meet the informant? It could be a trap to get us too” Duke questioned. ”We don’t have anything else to go off, this could be our only lead, we have to go” Tim stated. ”How about two of us go meet the informant, while the others keep watch in the surrounding area and Oracle monitors, incase it’s a trap” Dick said drawing up a plan.

The others muttered and nodded in agreement of the plan. ”I wanna meet the informant” Damian then voulenteered on impulse making the others turn to him suprised by his eagerness. But Damian needed to make sure it was you, even if you might be luring him in to a trap.

”Alright” Dick said and walked them through the plan ”Me and Damian meet the informant on the 4th floor. Jason, you keep an eye from above the top of the Royal Hotel. Cass and Steph, i want one of you on the 5th floor and one on the 3rd floor, incase we need back up. Duke and Tim, you’ll watch from the building across the street, everyone clear?”.

The each member of the team uttered a quick ”Yes” in understanding. As Damian went to bed he knew needed to keep an eye on you tommorow.

——

The next day when Damian attended school he was on the watch for you. Once he found you, you greeted Damian as you usually did but as you got to class he noticed you seemed off. You were usually the more talkative out of the two of you but today you seemed distracted, almost nervous today.

When you got to lunch time and you and Damian sat down together he questioned ”Are you okay? You’re being quiet”. ”Oh… no I’m fine I just got a lot to do, so just a bit stressed you know” you answered vaguely.

The fact that Damian had pointed it out, made you seem more focused and yourself, he assumed it was to not seem suspicious and make him ask more questions. Once the school day ended you were quick in saying goodbye to him before you got in to a car as your chauffeur took you home.

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Later that night Nightwing and Robin grappled to the 4th floor of parking garage and started looking around. There were some cars parked there that they kept a watchful eye on in case any goons were hiding inside. Soon the two spotted a figure dressed in all black.

The figure was looking down to the streets below the garage. The two approached slowly ready to grab their weapons in case of an ambush. As they stopped behing the stranger he turned around.

Damian had been right there you were hidden in a black hoodie. Not something you’d usually wear but Damian understood it was for stealth purposes. And even then he thought black suited you well.

Dick however was caught slightly off guard a kid was the one who had made an emergency call to the Watchtower…

”Thanks for meeting me” you said, your voice cautious as you looked around to see no one would hear you. ”So, what do you know?” Nightwing asked.

”I think that Batman was taken by the criminal, Roulette, ever heard of her?” you started. ”Yeah, she’s the one who runs those illegal cansinos, what makes you think she’s behind this?” Dick asked.

”I… have sources who work closely with her” you said Robin and Nightwing noticing the slight hesitation in your voice. ”They say she’s advertising a special event with her superhero cage fights that started around the same time Batman went missing” you explained.

”Any idea where she might have taken him?” Robin spoke up, his voice throwing you off for a moment, Robin sounded kinda like Damian. You got back on track and answered ”My guess would be her casino in Las Vegas, it’s her biggest one, she holds all her major events there and I think she’d make having captured Batman, a big event”.

You held out a flash drive in your hand and said ”This contains the layout of the Vegas casino”. Nightwing picked it up and said ”Thank you, you’ve been very helpful to us”.

”It’s the least I could do after all you’ve all done for the city” you told him with a small smile. ”I have to leave now” you told them. ”Good luck” you said walking off, you felt someone grab your shoulder.

Making you turn around being met with Robin. ”You shouldn’t walk home alone, It’s dangerous this late at night, someone should escort you” he stated. You smiled at him. ”Don’t worry I’m a tough boy, who can take care of himself, thanks for the offer though” you stated, a teasing tone to your voice and you once more turned around and strolled off.

——

Dick and Damian then started their drive home in the Batmobile. ”I wonder what sources he had, hope he’s not mixed up in that crowd, he seemed pretty young” Dick said with a worried tone.

”That was Y/n Sinclair, he probably got the info straight from Roulette herself” Damian revealed. ”Oh! That was your boyfriend? The one you’re ”investigating”? He seemed nice, I like him, Good pick” Dick stated.

”He’s NOT my boyfriend!” Damian said annoyed.

”You just offered to walk him home” Dick accused. Damian glared at his brother and said ”Just to make sure he stays out of trouble”.

”…Right” Dick said not believing a single word Damian said.

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THE WHITE BAT

prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Summary: thinking you were not real, changed their minds as they catch you on camera leaving Damian’s room. When they question him, he won’t answer at all.

Checking the cameras, Tim’s eyes widen while showing Bruce and the others. Seeing a figure in a white costume similar but not close to Batman himself leap out of Damian’s window. Transforming into a white bat, vanishing into the night.

Time passed as Damian walked through the door to the manor.

“Damian..do you have anything to say about this?” Dick says, holding the white cloak he had put away before he went to school.

Damian didn’t expect to come home to his brothers and father questioning him. Questioning him about his most important souvenir from someone he found intriguing. He had already made his mind up with scenarios incase this came to happen. But this was too soon for his liking. Damian’s knitted brows and his brothers looking at him with Bruce awaiting an answer to his first son’s question.

Damian was currently seated on the living room couch. Hands clamped up together on top of his lap, dare he look at his father’s glare. Bruce opened his mouth to speak about this situation. “So? Are you just gonna sit here and act as if didn’t catch you having some random person’s clothing in your dresser?” He said in a low tone, a tone to use when questioning his victims that did crimes. Damian met his father’s eyes, scoffing as he stayed silent.

“Who was that person?”

“Do they know your identity?”

“Why do you have their cloak?”

“What were you thinking?!”

Questions spew quickly from his family. His jaw clenched in annoyance as Dick waved the cloak in his face. Damian grabbed the cloak quickly, dick tried to grab it back before Damian moved back. The tanned boy looked ready to defend the cloak’s honor to stay away from his family itself.

Dick, who was gonna use physical force was stopped by Bruce. Bruce putting a hand strictly on the acrobat’s chest. Dick’s eyes widen at his father, “Bruce! What are yo—” Bruce gave shake of his head at the oldest of the boys. Dick turned to Damian, and Damian held a tight glare. His teeth baring, holding the white knight’s cloak to his chest.

“I don’t have to get you an explanation Grayson! It’s my life, I can protect myself.” Damian said back as dick rolled his eyes. Tim just stood by with a weary look meanwhile Jason was actually loving this scene. Smirking as he can definitely see his brother had gotten attached to a certain bat.

“But can they protect themselves against you?” Bruce said with a gruff tone. Damian stood up straight with confidence. Holding your cloak to his side as he held his head up high.

“I know so.”

White bat!reader tag: @amber-content @minkyungseokie

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Puppet Master

Percabeth x Vampie!Reader

-♡ this took a long while!! Sorry for the wait. I will not be making a part two to this, or at this moment.

-♡ words: 1k

-♡ warnings: short, vampire reader, blood, things vampires do, proof reading on this is ass, (we are batman)

@asexualaromosafezone requested this.

you barely left the shack in the forest. Most campers stayed away from you whenever you came around. from the aura around you, or that you kept a stone cold face always, everything about you kept them away. uou had no cabin, no godly parent so that was the cause of gossip and many questions between the campers.

annabeth heard a story about you when she first arrived at camp, a girl around her age came a year just before her. and she was the cause of spooky night stories used to scared the little ones like her. she was curious to say the least but had many problems to deal with, and no one was allowed near you. she saw you from time to time, you’d find yourself to the big house, stay around the camp alone and stiffen if anyone tried to talk to you. then, you’d leave as soon as the night came and she couldn’t figure where you went.

tt was like you disappeared.

percy on the other hand. as soon as he heard about you it sent a chilling shiver down his spine. luke told him a story, they had made up, that you take the souls of half bloods in the night. so he never wanted to find you and he was glad you stayed away. So naturally he found himself in front of you when you came down into camp.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized and ripped out the arrow from a tree that nearly hit you, “I can’t get ahold of this thing.” he had been there a year and this was his first time seeing you. he noticed something about you that was different from him. your skin didn’t look right and like it was a few shades lighter then it should be, and he couldn’t see your eyes hidden behind your sunglasses.

his body started to nervously sweat as you stare at him without moving and had no facial expression. then he heard the slightest hum from you before you continue to walk back on the path and unfazed by anything.

it’s been a few years and they grew. many quest, getting together, almost many deaths, tears, blood & sweat. you only came to mind a few times when their mind wonders. or when they saw you once a few months, if they could find you at least. it seemed the shadows favored you.

“Find the old shack in camp,” percy was told by the oracle, “you will face the lifeless inhabitant.” it always had to be something dangerous and never, “go get some ice cream.” or anything good.

he brought annabeth…not because he was scared or anything. but they had no idea what it really met, but they brought everything incase. because in every quest it seemed to go the opposite of what they thought.

three knocks was all it took for Percy’s body to run cold and almost tremble. you lived here, or so they say but the words the oracle spoke made no since to him. “face the lifeless inhabitant.” and last time he checked you were alive. Annabeth didn’t waste much time before banging onto the door to call for you of anyone who would listen.

“Go away half bloods.” that voice sounded smooth and it drawled them in. like a angel’s voice with how warm it sounded. “You’re not welcome here.” no one ever heard you speak before so they didn’t know if was you.

“Umm…I’m afraid we can’t. You see we were told to come here from the oracle, and last I checked this is the only shack in camp.” annabeth gave him a side glance before crossing her arms.

there was a minute of silence and the sound of footsteps disappearing away from the door. they were preparing to knock again or force the door open but it creaked open slowly. they slowly stepped inside with their hands ready to reach for their weapons at any moment.

the shack was well lived in and nothing like they expected. books, and a area for a small kitchen, almost victorian decor, but the only light was one candle lit in the corner. “Hello?” the girl called out for the voice they heard earlier.

a sound above them made them snap their attention upwards and nothing was seen, all the light in the room was kept way from that place. percy grabbed ahold of annabeths arm, he didn’t feel right at all. and few seconds later they had a reason to stop. a pair of glowing eyes appeared from the pitch black, and then next a pair of pointy white teeth along with it.

“You should know, bronze doesn’t hurt me.” you glanced toward Percy’s sword.

“What are you?” the boy asked but annabeth already had it figured out when she tugged at his shirt. her eyes stared at a few blood stains on the counter, a pile of bones next to it.

“No one has ever come in here, I guess you should pat yourselves on the back for that too.” your tone now amused. hooking your legs on the plank of wood and swing yourself down and they could see you better now from the light. it was in fact the girl they had seen before.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. half-bloods taste the worst to be honest. Sad tho, I heard gods taste delicious.” the wicked smirk at your lips that had your sharp teeth poking out mad the feel weird.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” percy lowered his weapon and found himself staring heavily into them.

“And your voice…” annabeth followed along side him. the couple wanted to walk closer but something was stopping them like puppets on a string.

“Oh, right,” you sighed and reached for your sunglasses to put over your eyes and you could see the pair coming back to themselves. “Sorry about that.” the power to control you never really tested out on humans or half humans, except once. ever since then you hated their taste and them to be honest.

“You can listen to my voice and it might have some effect but it wouldn’t do anything without my eyes.” you dropped down and landed perfectly before them.

“The stories are true, vampires are beautiful.” Percy spoke still somehow entranced by you.

“Maybe I should have payed more attention to you, I would have seen it from the books I’ve read.” Annabeth hated that she didn’t see it coming.

Only months will tell if they will be your puppets.

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[midnightsimpsstuff]

A LUNATIC'S BRIDE

Summary: You are Joker's new obsession even though you truly do not want him.

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: I just imagined this as I was listening to Gangsta by Kehlani and I got an idea so I hope you guys love it.

Being Bruce Wayne's assistant had its perks, but the perks started during your third year of working with him. That included allowing you max out his card on dresses to accompany him to galas, being seen with him in public, knowing he's batman, training because in a way you are now at threat.

It was a fun lifestyle, if you remove having to drive like a lunatic when paparazzi is getting out of hand, and babysitting his adopted and biological sons when he can't take care of them; which is very weird because Dick is older than you, or waking up at early hours of the day to go to his house and make sure he gets ready then the worst of all, obsessed villains that think getting you or getting rid of you is the only way Batman would love them and you would have to show your fighting skills that is always unfair because there are always more of them than you.

But the worst of all the lunatics has to be the Joker, you were terrified of him, mainly because he loved you, almost as much as he loved his 'Batsy' and he really loved his Batsy.

A little around the time he broke up with Harley Quinn was the time you began working with Bruce, and when he saw both of you standing together he 'didn't know who to choose from' he would tell you a couple months later when he first kidnapped you.

It got to the point when he is fighting batman he would say dumb shit like "Bring our wife with you next time" which you purposely decided the fact he called you his wife and only think about the fact he also called you Bruce Wayne's wife, but he was far to old for you sadly, both of them were actually but that didn't stop you from blushing the first few times and neither did it stop Joker from flirting with you every chance he got.

Maybe it's leaving flowers with a note at your front door, flowers that have a camera inside so he can watch you from where he is. Obviously Bruce also has gotten many of them, so when he found himself at your apartment waiting for you to get ready, he told you to throw them out and when you asked why, let's just say you never accepted flowers from anyone again when you received a text message from an unsaved number asking why you threw away his love for you.

You were walking on your own a couple of months after that, on your way to the Wayne manor, it was very early and Alfred wasn't available to carry you with the limousine so you had to walk. You forgot to take your guard dog with you so you were suffering your consequences when you were dragged into an alleyway by some weirdo touching you inappropriately saying something about boss saying they should see if you're good enough.

Luckily, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy had come to your rescue, immediately killing the man and befriending you but what Harley had told you was by far scarier than the sad predicament you just got into, "Girl, you have to protect yourself more, you know you are now the lunatic's bride. He might love you as much as he love his batsy."

You thanked them before rushing to work, this time in a cab, now with a borrowed gun from Ivy just incase the driver is also a worker from the Joker.

You were undeniably late for the day, you were supposed to wake up Bruce Wayne with Alfred as you brief him with what he is supposed to do and help him get dressed.

But when you had came, he was still in a towel, luckily done having his bath but not dressed, saying something about waiting for you because you always make him look his best.

As you were getting him ready, you two engaged in the short conversations you would usually have, and you realise it was your mistake entirely when you had spilled to Bruce about what had happened that morning and you knew it even more when you had to attend to Bruce's injuries from when he went to beat up Joker and felt worse when he had kidnapped you and beat you up the same way Batman had beat him. Although he tended to your scars after it didn't make it any better, especially because he wasn't being careful because you never told him where Harley was.

When Nightwing had come to save you, you were a shaking mess, he was happy you looked better than his brother did but he knew you were going to be scarred for life with what just happened, after beating up the Joker's henchmen he went away with you crying in his arms saying something about wanting to quit.

He reassured you all would be fine, but you both knew you weren't sure about it but you allowed him deceive you as you both scaled buildings before you finally found yourself in your home, still terrified and shaking you begged him to stay with you.

And you looked so shakined up that he couldn't refuse, that's when you both realised you had a lot in common and you two learned to enjoy each other's company.

Bruce let you take a break because he felt truly sorry for you and all the sixty days of that break you spent it with Dick, realising how fun he truly could be, simply enjoying you boths company.

He told you about his long-distance open relationship wife, Starfire, and you told him about the fact you don't date just fuck around from time to time.

That was the day you both first had sex with each other, it was great you'd both tell each other the next day, but when you find out Joker kidnapped Nightwing and tortured him a bit before Dick found a way to escape you both knew you could never do that again, but that didn't stop you.

You became even stronger by time went by, you and Dick began dating along the way, you felt bad for his wife that was on another planet entirely but when you finally met her she told you that it was perfectly fine that she was happy for you both.

But she had kissed you which was really weird but you found out it's just her way of communication and you had to fight the urge to not ask her to do it again because your dating her husband but when she kissed you again you knew your life was just crazy.

Joker kidnapped you that very day Starfire went back to her planet after you guy's platonic make out session and put laughing gas on you as he forcefully made out with you, he tried to rape you that very moment, he had began laying hickeys when Batman and Robin had come in and began beating him and his henchmen up.

Damian recognised you immediately and felt sympathy for one of the first times in his life, you didn't deserve this, his baby sitter, his kind of sister-in-law and his friend he brutally killed most of the henchmen leaving the others hurt.

Batman would scold him later that they were heroes and heroes don't kill, he wouldn't listen, throw in a "They deserved it" and go upstairs.

As your at home trying to heal, Harley and Ivy would come over and let you cry on their shoulders, you couldn't bring it in you to see Dick, but he understood.

Harley helped you get rid of the hickeys that had decided to not go, that reminded you of the pain you had just felt and you all would hug then cuddle while licking ice cream and watching a rom-com.

When you finally gained the courage to see Dick he engulfed you in a big hug and said he wasn't mad that it wasn't your fault, and it would make all the tears come back to you and he would comfort you to sleep before giving you hickeys of his own to help you forget.

Later on you would find out Bruce had sex with the Joker to get him off your tail it had worked and the Joker stopped disturbing you for such a long time that Dick was able to propose to you and you two were engaged when Joker came looking for you again.

This time you were ready though, as he tried to kidnap you with his disguises you shot him and walked away. Joker obviously didn't die but he knew he had ruined you for life and that was all he truly wanted.

For you to be ruined, for you to be corrupted and destroyed by him, and he laughed as his henchmen patched him off and he laughed when he got a life sentence for all the shit he had put you through.

He ended up escaping jail, of course he did but he never disturbed you again but he knew you would never forget him ever in your life.

And that was all he wanted, for his bride to be a lunatic, he gifted you flowers on your wedding day. Flowers that you burnt and you didn't know he was watching you burn them with a smile on your face but a smile on his face too. He had finally gotten what he wanted.

As he opened a random creepy book of his that he was gifted. "Burning flowers, a sign of love and devotion" he knew he had won, he knew he had gotten everything he could have ever wanted.

The good part of you.

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: small amounts of blood & gore

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

i’m actually excited about this extremely creepy supervillain chick i’ve just made

part seven

❝ THE SECRET KEEPER ❞

TUESDAY — AUGUST 4 — 11:00PM

THE SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL WAS JUST LIKE THE FIRST, EXCEPT DUKE DROVE THEM FROM THE MANOR. He walked Bentley in and around. Alfred had packed Bentley a lunch that day so he wouldn’t have to go through that dreaded line, and Duke taught him how to use the school microwave. 

First block, they learned about the water cycle. Which Bentley found interesting, because he found out that when it rained there wasn’t actually any new water coming down, it was all water that had already been on Earth, just recycled.

Asten and Nico were quieter — due to the classwork — but they still tried to include Bentley in their conversations. They talked about lots of things, from different rivers to the young woman that had gone missing the previous night. (Bentley knew about it because Tim had returned to the cave to do some research regarding it. Then Damian got in a screaming match with him, again, and Tim left before patrol.)

Second block was the same — sitting in the library and doing nothing. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t have any homework yet, but if he had, he would’ve done it in there.

In US Geography, they started by talking about the different regions of America — Northeast, Mid-Atlantic, Southeast, Midwest, Southwest, Northwest, and West. They had worksheet where they had to label a map of the states and color the regions. He enjoyed it, and he also learned that New Jersey, where they lived, was in the Mid-Atlantic. 

In Spanish, they learned about the origins of the language. Apparently, at first, it was a type of Latin that separated more over time. He thought it was cool that one language could turn into another. Asten talked to him, too, about when he lived in Brazil. (Mostly complaining about how America was so expensive and he’d rather starve to death than pay their exorbitant prices.)

All in all, school was good, just like it had been the day before. Nico and Asten walked out together, into the city for a bus stop, Bentley assumed. (He was just checking incase Nico needed a ride.) Bruce was happy to hear that Bentley had another nice day, and he made sure to tell him about the water cycle and the region they lived in.

The Manor was quiet when they got home. It wasn’t a surprise that no one was around, everyone had been avoiding the place since Damian fell into whatever rage filled funk he was currently in. Everyone but Dick, who showed up randomly. Bentley was starting to get worried. Because when Dick spoke to Damian, he usually drew more out of him than anyone else. But now, even the renowned Dick Grayson was getting curt one-word answers and words tinged with venom.

It was strange, given that Dick had practically raised Damian back when Bruce was away a few years ago. (Missing? Dead?) Bentley never thought there could be any real bad blood between them — they seemed to have the most stable relationship in the family. (Well, as stable as you can call a baby assassin and a circus performer turned brothers, turned guardian and kid, turned Batman and Robin, then turned brothers again?)

Bentley had pretty much given up on keeping communication with Damian and was in hardcore avoid him mode now. He wasn’t sure what happened to make him so upset, or why it was lasting so long. He just wished he could fix it. When Damian was mad, the world tilted on its axis. Everyone in the Manor either left or, in Dick’s case, tried to help. Even Duke had been disappearing for daytime patrol or to friend’s houses earlier than usual.

And as much as Bentley loved Dick, he was too preoccupied by trying to help the young assassin, so he hadn’t even spent that much time with him. And Bentley was starting to miss everybody else.

Well, at least he had Barbara to talk to.

It only took a few minutes for Bentley to convince Bruce to let him sit in on patrol on a school night. (It really only took some puppy-dog-eyes and a line about how Damian stayed up for patrol and he went to school, too.) 

Now it was nearing eleven-thirty at night, and Bentley was beside Barbara, next to the Batcomputer in the cave, spinning side to side in an office chair that was moved there just for him. Damian and Bruce had just left for patrol about an hour ago. It was a gamble who would show when they didn’t stay at the Manor (Tim hadn’t come out for patrol a few times since he’d been gone, and Bentley wasn’t sure what kind of pattern Jason was on, but it was definitely a pattern.)

He watched the aerial view of Gotham on the screen. Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, comms crackled to life and trackers appeared on the map. Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Spoiler, Orphan, and Red Robin were out tonight. (aka Bruce, Damian, Dick, Steph, Cass, and Tim.)

“Why isn’t Jason out?” Bentley wondered aloud. Barbara brushed her red ponytail over her shoulders, her glasses reflecting the screens in front of her so much that Bentley couldn’t really see her green eyes.

“He hardly skips. Sometimes he just doesn’t connect to the comms,”

Bentley shrugged. That sounded like something Jason would do.

An alert popped up on the left side of the massive screen, next to the map, and Barbara sat up straighter and went to typing. “Oracle to everyone; There’s been reports of a new metahuman heading this way from the North — articles were published by reporters and bloggers in the Drew area.”

Bentley involuntarily shivered. It’s been a long time since anyone had talked about Drew.

“Any details?” Tim’s voice sounded from the other end of the tech.

Barbara went to click-clacking on the keyboard, pulling up a few news articles and blog reports in different places on the screen. Bentley scooted closer and scanned the photos that came with them — it was a girl in a bright yellow cloak and black jumpsuit, platinum hair, and… her mouth was messed up? He couldn’t really tell what was wrong with it — in the picture she was just walking down the sidewalk, and the camera was too far away to tell.

“None except for the fact that it’s a woman. Apparently she goes by the name Secret Keeper. She wears a yellow cloak and… oh, seriously?”

“What, Oracle?”

The walking on the sidewalk picture switched to a closer one. The girl had deep amber eyes (not a normal color) and a piercing gaze (she was staring right into the camera), and her mouth…

Her mouth, it was… it was sewn together. It was a grisly sight — they looked… recent, the stitches. The thick thread looked like it had once been white, but it was now a deep crimson, nearly black instead, and each puncture was red and irritated and bloody looking. The stitches went out beneath her bottom lip and went in above her top, unevenly spaced and painful looking. The stitches trailed up her cheeks in a curve to create a twisted, sickening smile made of thread and half-dried blood, in and out from the inside of her mouth.

Barbara wasted no time removing the close-up from the screen when Bentley made a small, strangled noise of discomfort in the back of his throat.

“You okay, squirt?” Barbara broke her trance on the computer to glanced over at Bentley momentarily.

The girl looked like something out of a horror movie, and while the picture was gone now, it was forever burned in his brain and Bentley’s skin was crawling. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair so he could bring his knees up. “That was scary looking.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have made it so big,” She said quietly, then went back to talking to all the vigilantes on her comms. “Her mouth is sewn shut. Like literally sewn shut. I’ll send you guys pictures so you can look out for her while I try to ping her location,” Bentley watched Barbara drag one of the tabs off of the screen while her polished fingers danced across the keys at a speed he could only imagine. 

“No reports of her abilities or any crimes committed?” It was Bruce’s voice now. Sorry — Batman’s.

More tabs popped up and went away on the screen. “No. It’s… I don’t know. It’s like all of these reporters are scared of her for no reason. None of them point back to anything she’s done, all the photographs are of her just… walking around.”

Dick’s telltale tenor voice came: “Then how do they even know she’s a metahuman?”

“I don’t know, I’m looking into it,” Barbara replied. The Batcomputer beeped, and another tracker appeared on the map. “Facial recognition software pinged her on the Northern outskirts of Gotham. Nightwing, you’re closest, but I’m sending her coordinates to everyone. Stay sharp.”

“Always am,” Dick replied.

After a few minutes of silence, during which Dick’s blue tracking dot moved across the map, Barbara spoke again:

“Lots of these reports say they saw her in a dream-like state before they ever saw her in person. One from the blog Drew Confidential says: I’d never seen the girl before in my life, until I fell asleep that night. I could hear her voice and see her botched face. It was like I could feel her in my head, and I knew she had to be stopped. I didn’t know, however, that I would see her, yellow hood tugged over her head, walking right by my office building the next day. I knew her name without ever speaking a word to her — Secret Keeper. Several of the first hand accounts talk about dreams coming first, and then seeing her for real.”

Bentley cringed. This was starting to freak him out a little. A girl called Secret Keeper whose mouth was sewn shut and appeared in your dreams before appearing for real was nightmare fuel for sure.

Apparently, Steph agreed. “Okay, weird. I’m just going to be busy walking elderly people across the road.”

“She’s moving to the East, Nightwing. Slowly — looks like she’s just walking down the street. Keep your head on your shoulders.”

Dick responded with a quick:“Gotcha.”

Bentley watched Nightwing’s blue tracker drift across the map, toward the red flashing one in the top corner. 

“Red Robin, standby to assist,” Barbara ordered.

“Standing by,” Tim replied.

Bentley shuddered again when he imagined that girl talking to him in his dreams like the reporter said. Talking to him with her mouth like that — it would hurt, like the threads ripping through her skin every time she opened her mouth. Was that why it looked like she was always bleeding?

He flinched with a pitiful little squeak when Alfred (the residential medical expert.) moved something in the medbay across the cave with a loud, metallic clack. And Bentley flinched again when a hand landed on his shoulder, whipping around to see Barbara looking back at him.

“Maybe you should go see if Agent A needs any help,” She murmured.

Bentley had learned that Agent A was what they called Alfred when they were on comms. Bentley didn’t have his own nickname yet, because they never talked about him, but if Barbara was ever talking to him while she was on comms, she’d taken a liking to using squirt.

“No, I’m okay,” He replied, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I want to watch.”

“Oracle, I’m closing in on her position,” Dick’s voice came, and Barbara turned without responding to Bentley. She moved all the tabs to the sides of the screen so she could focus on the map. Tim’s gray dot was going in the same direction Dick’s was, but farther behind.

When Barbara pushed all the tabs to the side, a big one landed right in front of Bentley’s face. So naturally he had to read it.

It was like a fever dream — I didn’t know where I was or who was around, but I could hear a voice, a girl’s voice. She kept laughing and laughing.

Oh God. This really sounded like a horror movie.

Then I saw her face. Her distinctly terrifying eyes that nearly glowed in the dark, the crooked smile sewn across her bloody face. The voice told me not to worry, that she wouldn’t tell my secrets. And she brought her pointer finger up to her mouth like a little kid telling me to shh.

I chalked it up to being a weirdly vivid nightmare. I went on a run after the fact to clear my mind — and then I saw her. Walking down the street in my neighborhood. Yellow eyes, cape, stitches and all. Real stitches, not halloween fakes. She waved at me, but said nothing, and made no moves to attack. I ran home, and she didn’t follow. 

I’ve seen more reports of others seeing this same girl, and my question is… why did she choose us? Is she human? And what’s going to happen to the people she chose to reveal herself to?

Is this a metahuman playing with our minds? Or is it something else, something-

The tab disappeared before Bentley could finish it. He glanced over at Barbara, who sent him a look that combatted Bruce’s dad look. “It’s probably not the best idea for you to be reading this stuff. Especially so close to bed.”

Bentley didn’t argue. That stuff was creepy anyways.

“I’ve got eyes on her,” Dick said through the comms. “And she’s… got eyes on me?”

Barbara creased her brow. “Elaborate, Nightwing.”

“She’s waving at me. She was waving as soon as I walked up, like she knew I was coming,”

Barbara sighed. “Well, she hasn’t done anything yet, so the most we can do is monitor from afar. I’ll let the police know where she was and keep her pinged on the Batcomputer, for now.”

“Alrighty,”

Bentley glanced down at his socked feet. The idea that a creepy girl was just wandering Gotham made him a little nervous to go to school.

“I’m also going to set up the system to alert us when she gets near large public gathering places — schools, the library, malls, the bank, county buildings,” Barbara stated, fingers darting all over the keyboard as though she literally read Bentley’s mind. 

“Roger that, Oracle. Should I-“

Dick’s voice was cut off by a sudden, sharp gasp. Not a surprised gasp, like he’d seen something shocking, but a gasp like… like…

Like he was in pain.

“What was that, Nightwing?” Barbara questioned gently. Bentley straightened a bit in his chair, hoping and praying Dick would come back and say he hit his head on a pipe or something.

He didn’t say anything.

“Nightwing, status,”

The only response she got was a faint static noise, and silence.

“Nightwing, we need a status report. Can you hear me?”

Silence.

“Red Robin-“

“I’m going,” Tim replied hastily, and his dot started moving faster.

Bentley stared intently at the little blue dot (Dick) and the little red flashing dot (creepy mouth girl). They were on opposite sides of the road, and neither were moving. Dick’s tracker was even in the middle of a building, probably because he was on the roof. The creepy girl wasn’t close to him at all.

“Nightwing, report,”

No response. Tim’s dot got closer to his.

“I have eyes on him. He’s alone, the girl is still across the road, walking on the sidewalk,” Tim stated, his dot bouncing from roof to roof until he was on the same one as Dick.

“Careful, Red,” Barbara ordered.

A few silent moments passed. “Red Robin, what’s Nightwing’s status?”

Bentley hoped it was perfectly fine. Perfectly fine and normal.

“Unconscious and unresponsive to external sound or touch,” So, notperfectly fine and normal. “Heart rate and breathing is extremely elevated, excessive sweating and minimal twitching. No signs of trauma or injury. It’s… like he’s having a nightmare, but I can’t wake him up.”

Barbara clicked around for a few moments.

“He’s… shoot. Okay. Nightwing, buddy, can you hear me?”

“What’s going on, Red?”

“He’s crying. It’s, uh… similar reaction to when he gets hit by fear toxin,” Tim said. 

“B, what’s our next move?” Barbara questioned. 

Bentley heard Bruce hum to himself. “Red Robin, take Nightwing back to base, then return to your route.”

“On it,”

Bentley sighed heavily, picking at the hem of his pajama pants. So, either Dick was having some kind of super sudden breakdown thing right in the middle of patrol, or the Secret Keeper had done something to him without touching him. It might sound bad, but Bentley hoped it were the former.

Both Tim and Dick’s dots started to move, but the red flashing one, the girl’s, stayed in place.

“My God — she’s waving goodbye like a creep,” Tim muttered.

“How are you feeling, Red? Stable?” Barbara questioned. She had a document pulled up that she’d been typing in for a few minutes now, Bentley could see her listing Dick’s symptoms into various slots.

“Yes. No residual effects so far,”

“Keep us updated if you start to feel strange; Spoiler, Orphan, keep your comms on for assistance if Red needs it,”

“Yes ma’am,” Steph replied.

It was quiet for a few minutes. Bentley watched Tim and Dick’s dots move, and waited for the moment Tim radioed in to tell Barbara he was feeling off, too, but that time never came.

What came instead was Tim’s motorcycle screeching loudly into the garage area of the cave.  

Bentley couldn’t see down there (the cave was massive.) but he did see Alfred disappear, and after a few minutes, reappear. He had Dick’s left arm hooked around his neck, and Tim had his right, and they were practically supporting all his weight on the way into the medbay.

“Babs, can I…?” Bentley gestured vaguely toward the medbay. Barbara glanced over at him, before nodding.

“Just make sure to do exactly what Agent A asks you to, even if he says you should leave,”

Bentley nodded quickly and pushed himself out of the office chair, high-tailing it toward the medbay.

He could hear Dick before he even got there — crying, whimpering like he had been that night in his sleep. Mumbling incoherently, frantically even though not a word he was saying made any sense.

He was at least relieved that when he took the left turn into the medbay, Dick just looked like Dick. In his Nightwing uniform, sure, but Alfred had already taken his domino mask off. His chest was heaving like he couldn’t get enough air, and his eyelids kept flitting like he was so close yet so far from waking up. His skin was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and he was shifting around on the bed uncomfortably.

“Master Bentley,” Alfred greeted. “If you would keep Master Dick company while I run some tests, that would be most helpful. A familiar presence is sometimes the most useful aid of them all.”

Bentley nodded slightly, heading over toward the bed Dick was on. The medbay had a bunch of beds, and there were medical supplies and machines all around the room, but it still wasn’t as scary as the hospital. Maybe because Alfred was the resident medical professional.

“Master Tim, you may return to your patrol,”

Bentley glanced over at Tim. He was in his Red Robin gear, but the cowl had been taken off and his hair was a wreck because of it. 

“Are you sure?”

Alfred merely nodded from the other side of the room, where he was putting on latex gloves ever-so-gracefully. Bentley wondered how he wasn’t freaking out. Bentley was definitely freaking out.

“Positive, my boy,”

With that, Tim left the medbay. Alfred approached the bed Dick was on with a syringe in his hand. “Don’t be abashed to speak to him or even touch him gently — sometimes that’s what someone needs to bring them back to themselves.”

Bentley nodded wordlessly again, and watched as Alfred grabbed Dick’s left arm and began cleaning it with an alcohol swab.

Bentley returned to the Batcomputer and rolled his office chair into the medbay, right next to Dick’s bed. He returned just in time to see Alfred take a little bit of blood. (Not much, because Dick was still squirming around.) Bentley settled down next to the bed, and Alfred ran a few more strange tests (swabbing the inside of Dick’s mouth and having him breathe into a mask thing.) Before heading to the other end of the room where machines were. 

Bentley looked back down at Dick when he flipped toward him and curled up as tight as he could, his body shaking with never-ending violent sobs. He was trembling so much it was nearly making the bed shake, and if he wasn’t already unconscious, Bentley would’ve thought that he’d pass out from hyperventilating. 

The crawling skin feeling plaguing Bentley’s body hadn’t stopped. He felt just like he did way back when Dick had a nightmare — useless and pitiful.

“Dick…” He tried softly. He lifted a hand but he wasn’t sure what he was doing with it, so it hovered awkwardly. “It’s okay. Nothing scary is happening.”

Bentley let his hand rest on Dick’s shoulder.

And Dick screamed, thrashing on the mattress. Bentley pulled his hand back like he’d been burned.

“It’s alright, lad. It wasn’t you,” Alfred reassured from the other end of the room. Bentley nodded despite feeling halfway to being in tears. This was the second time he’d seen Dick Grayson writhing in a bed, being tortured by his own mind to the point of screaming and wasn’t able to do anything about it.

He kept his hands rooted in his lap and blinked back the sting that was surfacing in the back of his eyes. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Bentley murmured, face flushing pink when his voice wavered slightly.

“I’m not sure yet, my boy. I’m running some tests now,”

Bentley said nothing. He wished Dick was conscious enough to respond, so he could ask if he could crawl up in the bed with him, but he didn’t think that was a great idea considering he’d keened when Bentley merely touched his shoulder.

He flinched when Alfred touched his shoulder. When he he gotten all the way across the room?

“You don’t have to stay, lad. I know it’s hard to watch,”

“No, I… want to stay,” Bentley replied, wiping at his eyes that were threatening to spill over. Alfred squeezed his shoulder.

“Remember that you can leave at any time, if it gets worse,”

Bentley nodded lightly, even though he had no intention of leaving.

If the roles were reversed, Bentley was sure Dick would stay glued to his bedside, and he wasn’t about to leave him alone like this.

It was going to be a long night.

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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

More Clayface

Sometime after his initial transformation into Clayface, Matt Hagan found that he was having an increasingly more difficult time maintaining his physical consistency.  Keeping a humanoid form was requiring greater and greater concentration and he was slowly losing the capacity to maintain physical integrity.  

It was at this time that Hagen was sought out by Dr. Stella Bates.  Dr. Bates had worked as a medical consultant on one of Hagen’s past films.  The doctor had fallen in love with Hagen and was dedicated to helping him find a cure to his condition.  Her initial treatment involved incasing Hagan within a human-shaped plastic coating that kept his body from melting away.  This worked, but only for a short while and would break apart whenever Hagan used his shapeshifting powers.  

While Dr. Bates professed her love for Hagen, it was unclear if he felt the same way toward her, or if he was simply using her to in a desperate effort to stay alive.  Although he was quite irritated in Bate’s infatuation with his old movies; it was clear Bates loved an idealized imago of who she wanted Hagan to be and was unaccepting of his true self.  

Further experimentation convinced Dr. Bates that the rare isotope known as MP-40 could stabilize Hagan’s form and enable him to maintain a human physical appearance whist still possessing his shapeshifting powers.  Clayface ransacked a Wayne Industries facility to steal the special isotope.  This enabled Batman to follow Clayface back to Bates’ laboratory.

Bates’ treatment with the isotope might have proven effective, but the process was interrupted when Batman appeared and an enraged Clayface attacked him.  Their battled spilled out into the open where the driving rain weakened Claface’s form.  The villain ended up falling off a cliff into the ocean.  He appeared to perish as the seawater seemed to completely dilute and dissipate his form.  

Actor Ron Perlman provided the voice for Clayface, with this iteration of the villain appearing in the sixty-third episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘Mudslide.’   

[adalwolfgang]

How about Jervis being a mother hen to the S/O? Always looking out for them, worrying.

Mother Hen

context: Jervis will drop a lot for (Name), even if it comes to his well-being note: once I start getting better and give Jervis more dialogue, I'll make him rhyme more. Characters:(name), Jervis Tetch, your sibling (if you don't have one just imagine you did)

First off, this man is a lover not a fighter (metaphorically speaking) *cough cough*

When you guys first got together all was going perfect.

He would always be a gentleman when it came to big or small things. For example, holding open doors, always pulling out a chair for you when on dates, etc.

But soon that changed after recent event, Jervis was caught by batman in the middle of you two having a tea party in some factory he had claimed as wonderland. Thankfully you were just put off as a victim for some kind, and was informed you were to be kept an eye on from time to time,

Sadly, you weren't allowed to visit him because Batman seen it as too risky considering your relationship (ex. trying to help him escape).

If you think Jervis couldn't become more insane, you're wrong.

He missed you dearly and ignored all other inmates.

Not soon after he broke out, he immediately rushed to one of the many secret apartments he has kept incase this ever happened and you needed a place to stay, until he breaks out OfCourse.

As he was rushing to the apartment, he spotted you just outside.

He couldn't keep the smile off his face, until he saw you were not alone.

The person you were talking with kept inching closer with each passing second, making his blood boil.

He strutted up to the man, and then tapped them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but is there a reason you are trying to 'make a move' on my s/o?"

"Erm..first of all I'm not making a move on anyone. Second, they're my sibling."

To say Jervis was embarrassed would be an understatement, cause at that moment he wanted to be sent right back to Arkham or reverse time.

You simply chuckled before walking to stand beside Jervis, and hugged him

After that incident, Jervis would still act all Mother Hen no matter who it was, all the better reason for you to tease him.

Still, you found it sweet and annoying at times but in the end, you still loved him to bits...even though he acts broody as well.

a/n: thank you for requesting this! I had fun writing about Jervis acting like a Broody Hen. I hope this is close to what you were wanting. I tried researching more in depth to how a mother hen acts, and to form that into human emotions, it is almost like jealousy. You're initialed to send me feedback Aswell.

[theoceantot]

Chapter 7

"Wake up Mr Wayne we have much to discuss"

"Strange? You wont get away with this!"

"I already have"

More electricity passes through Bruce as he screames again

"I assume you thought of yourself untouchable. Well as you can see no one is untouchable"

Another shock passes through Bruce as he screams.

"Shut arkham city down. Its out of control!"

"Shut it down? By the end of tonight i'll be a hero just like you BATMAN"

(Meanwhile)

"Ms Perse is everything alright?" Alfred asked Perse who was biting at her finger nails her knee bouncing a clear indicator of stress and anxiety. What if he's really hurt? Or dead? The thoughts were beginning to be too much.

"I'm just scared" Perse said barely above a whisper. Shes not good at communicating how she feels and still doesn't speak that much. Of course she's gotten much better but not to the point to talking regularly.

"I assure you Master Bruce has everything under control so no need to worry it'll all be well"

Perse nodded and made her way to the bat cave. 'I don't care if he thinks i'm not ready I can't let him do this alone.

"What do you think you're doing young lady?" Robin came up from behind her.

Perse ignored him and started putting on her suit and mask. Robin couldn't lie she looked really pretty. gorgeous even.

"If you insist on going after Bruce i'm coming with you. Can't let you go alone"

"Fine, just keep up chicken tender"

Perse grabbed her hoverboard and started heading towards arkham city. Robin just stands there wondering why he let a little call him an item from kfc. He just sighed and started catching up with her.

Batman had just rescued Catwoman from two face and is now trying to figure out what protocol ten is until Joker almost sniped and killed her.

"You're not safe here no one is"

"Nine lives remember? And by the way who is the little one? Everyone is trying to figure out who she is. Especially Penguin. Saying that he wants her for his tacky collection"

"Kore is still in training shes not ready to fight alone. But when she is ready I doubt Cobblepot will giver her any problems"

"You sure do have a lot of confidence in her. Hope I can meet her soon" Catwoman smiled and went her own way.

'Where is he?!' Perse thought as she rode on her hoverboard. She continued to ride around until she found this building that said "Krank Co Toys" The word 'toys' made Perse want to slip but she had a job to do. no time for that. There were men blocking the entrance ready for a fight.

"Its the brat!" One of them yelled and they all charged at her.

'Theres water surrounding all over this place. Sucks for them'

Perse made a huge wave out of the water and crashed it into them.

'I AM ready. Papa doesn't know what hes talking about'

She made her way inside water surrounding her fist just incase anyone else tried to attack. There was a staircase that leaded down to a large room with a teddy bear in the middle of the floor and Bane looking at something on the wall. Perse knew she wasn't strong enough to take him in a fight but she wanted to ask if he'd seen her papa. So she confronted her fears and approached him cautiously.

"Hello?" Perse said.

Bane turned around and Perse jumped back a bit. She was scared and completely overwhelmed.

"Who are you child?" Bane asked

"I-I was wondering if you've seen pa- I mean Batman"

Bane started laughing.

"You must know we aren't on the best of terms right?"

"What happened?"

"Last time I saw him I was on the hood of his car as it crashed me into the water.

"Ohhhhhhh"

He didn't seem like he was gonna hurt her. But she wasn't for sure.

"So i'm guessing you're Kore am I right?"

Things spread quick didn't they?

"Thats me"

"Well its nice to meet you then Ms Kore"

"Likewise"

Perse didn't expect one of Batmans strongest enemies to be this chill? Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

"But to answer your question I have not seen the bat anywhere but I don't have a doubt he's here trying to stop Strange"

Perse was trying to keep it together she really was but she couldn't stop the tears that started flowing down her cheeks. What if he was dead? It would be all her fault. She could've been better, stronger, faster. Bane put his hand on her head in an attempt to comfort the now little Perse. Bane wasn't heartless he knew this girl meant him no harm. A part of him saw her as something to protect even though she was strong enough to handle herself.

"There's no need to cry little Kore you'll find the Bat i'm sure of it"

Perse only babbled and started petting his arm with her hand. Something she found comforting. Bane was beyond confused at this point but he just went with it. Bane didn't know what age regression was but he could tell She then hugged his torso and whined softly wanting to be embraced. Bane hugged her gently not wanting to hurt her with his strength.

"Kore, you know i'm your enemy right?"

Perse shook her head and hugged him tighter almost making it to where he couldn't breathe.

"You like me. Meanies did mean things to you"

Meanies? Is she talking about the people that experimented on him? Was she also experimented on? Or maybe just abused? He didn't wanna pry and make her upset. Bane picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"You need to be careful. Not all villians will be as kind as me. Just because someone has a tragic past doesn't mean they're kind"

Perse nodded in understanding and got up making her way to the exit. She smiled and waved to Bruce before continuing her quest to find Batman.

(Hope you all liked this part. I just thought Bane and Perse being friends because of their similar past)

[cloudycera]

I posted 396 times in 2022

That's 173 more posts than 2021!

268 posts created (68%)

128 posts reblogged (32%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jasontoddsguns

@cloudycera

@079soren

@rillette

@penny-anna

I tagged 308 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#dc dcomics - 206 posts

#billy batson - 202 posts

#dc heroes - 197 posts

#justice league - 188 posts

#shazam - 168 posts

#captain marvel - 157 posts

#fanart - 84 posts

#art - 83 posts

#doodle - 66 posts

#mybillybatsonart - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#it turns out that the quickest ways to make me care about a ship are a) parallels and b)making it bad

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Superman: Maybe it's better if we leave you out if certain missions.

Billy: Why?

Superman: *Sigh* Son, You might not be handle it.

Billy: Maybe not but i can handle your mom.

Superman: Excuse me.

Billy: You're right, You're mom's a lovely lady why go to space when I hang out with her.

Superman: Billy-

Billy: Maybe after that we can talk about how you're the strongest man on earth but you disappoint your wife at every turn.

Superman: What does tha-

Billy: Welp have fun let's talk more once you get back.

786 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Do you like being a hero?

805 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Ya ever think about the sheer collapse of the Captain Marvel Stans in the DC universe if they ever found out he was a child, like the amount of people about to delete their thirst traps and simp posts would shatter the Internet.

The fighting would be crazy.

And Meanwhile the guy in question has had his phone on silent since 2016 and doesn't know how to download twitter.

880 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#2

A little treat for traumatising yall.

The Billy Gremlin and Batfam interactions, Billy's like a year younger than Tim and a couple years older than Damian.

*Justice league mission where Billy is just exploring the Batcave.*

Billy: I never noticed the Giant Coin. You'd think I'd notice the Giant coin, me of all people.

Flash: Why does Billy get to be in the Batcave but not me?

Batman: The energy surges happening all over the country have hospitals in critical state, I need you to stand by incase of emergency.

Billy: That means "Cause you're annoying."

Flash: Brat.

Batman: No, it doesn't, why are you here Captain?

Billy: Hmmm...why am I here?

Damian: You came in ecstatic about something till Alfred offered you cookies.

Billy: Kid when you're old enough you'll understand the importance of a good cookie when the world is in danger.

Damian: You are 2 years older than me.

Billy: And?

Batman: Get to the Point.

Billy: Oh yeah I have a lead on the energy surges thing, the leylines are being fucked with.

Batman: How can you tell?

Billy: Anyone with a connection to magic is also connected to The Leylines, their like magic radio towers, the signal naturally fluctuates every century that way everything stays in tune and doesn't clash.

Batman: What does this have to do with the Power?

Billy: That means the election magnetic waves electricity has clashes with the Laylines signals as well, Captain Marvel has a natural electrical field around him so I noticed it really quick.

Batman: So if we find the interference we fix the problem.

Billy: Yup.

Batman: Why did you come all the way here to tell me this?

Billy: I wanted to see my favourite little Robin.

Damian: I'M 2 YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU DON'T TREAT ME LIKE A CHILD PEASEANT.

Billy: In your dreams, I'm here to see Tim.

Tim: Me why?

Billy: I need to borrow you for something since you're the smartest person I know.

Batman:.......

Dick: I think you hurt his feelings.

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1,257 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hot Take: Superman and Billy batson wouldn't like each other for a long time but after a while they become good friends, they'd fight a lot more than you'd expect cause Clark is like the only functional parent in the league and Billy doesn't vibe well with functional.

Billy wouldn't understand that Clark isn't undermining him but is only concerned for his wellbeing.

And Clark wouldn't understand that enough people have made it impossible for Billy to trust that narrative and the way he goes about it makes it worse.

1,955 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

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[falloutstasis]

The Start

It's been several months since the Darkseid's invasion. Metropolis is just finish recovering from it's devastation and now the new Daily Planet building had just finished. Kelsey would bet that the citzens of Metropolis were happy that their home is close to complete.

There were still accepting new heroes after what happened. They were also accepting Heroes with healing properties so they can act as their doctors too. After what happened with Darkseid, the League weren't going to take any chances just incase something like this happens.

"She said yes." Diana pressed something on the side of her ear, having some sort of communication device ear piece there. "Punch it."

Before Kelsey could respond, both she and Diana teleported to the operations to the Justice League: The Watchtower.

"Oh." She spoke. Only to realize she was in space in side a space ship.

"Oh!"

"I told you she'd like it." Diana smiled at Green Arrow, known as to his friends and Kelsey, Oliver Queen.

She was practically ever so busy staring up at the window that was stationed around the Watchtower and had a great view of the many stars, she didn't even notice Oliver.

Oliver whistled at her, "Over here, Kels!"

She turned, clearly embarrassed in her features. "Shit, sorry!"

He grinned at her. "Don't worry. I did the same thing when I got here."

"Welcome to the Justice League." Diana said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"The what now?"

"Justice League, friend." Oliver pointed at the rest of the superheroes in front of her, which to be honest, didn't think there was that many. There was enough to draw a large audience if someone were to make a concert right here in the Watchtower.

"So, where do I start?"

"You start by giving us your code name."

Right, the superhero name. Right away, she gave the one she's still using at Gotham. "Lightspeed."

"Right." Oliver nodded. "Lightspeed. Come this way please."

Oliver and Diana lead her the command center, where they usually conduct the usual plan of actions for the heroes. Separate from the conference room the founding members have. The command center was also the place where heroes would be registered in the database of the Watchtower.

Diana accessed the computer and pulled up the registry. From there she typed in 'Lightspeed' in the registry.

"Strange. Someone must have already put in your information there." Diana responded, causing Kelsey to double check to make sure all of it was right.

"Huh." She felt a bit stumped and a little scared to be honest, since someone else has a hold of her information. "I wonder who did that?"

"I did."

With a sudden shriek, she quickly turned around to see Batman behind her, looking stoic as usual.

"Why do you always do that, Batman?!" She yelled out, very lightly punching him on his chest.

He ignored her angry protest and explained, "I've already have your information in the Watchtower. I'll call you with your first mission when I need you."

And with that he simply walked out of the room.

"Oh, so he knew you would be agreeing to join us."

Confused, Oliver shook his head. "He could at least told you a head of time."

Diana held her hand and continued, "I'll give you a tour around the Watchtower."

Surprisingly, for a ship such as the Watchtower, Diana's tour of the Watchtower took around 30 minutes. She took her everywhere as she flew to speed things up. They got everything here from a cafeteria to quarter rooms for the heroes. It make a somewhat livable area if someone stayed here for a while.

Which is something Kelsey is considering. She'll make that big leap when she gets there.

She also found out what was Batman doing at a place like the Watchtower only to find out that he is one of the founding members of the Justice League and basically paid for the Watchtower.

"Damn."

"Exactly. This is our second Watchtower. So he paid this one and the pervious one." Diana responded.

"Double damn."

So Kelsey is perfect to assume that he was the one who handled all the financial stuff that went on the Watchtower. With what money, she didn't know. For all she knew, she could be some rich boy with a lot of money to waste.

It wasn't long until she got her first mission with Diana. Pretty simple, help civilians through a recent 6.5 earthquake. Actually, it was the two of them and a group of other heroes. Plenty of help to go around right now and the civilians need it. Kelsey was glad she was at least be able to glide around with her electricity and run through various places with her superspeed as fast as she could.

It was around 8:00 PM and she was sitting down with her plate of food in the cafeteria, in front of the big window that showed off the luminating stars and planets that was in front of the Watchtower.

There were a few heroes that stayed behind to chit chat with one another, but other than that, it was pretty quiet. Kelsey was just here on her own, eating and staring at the stars.

"How are you adjusting so far?"

She actually heard some footsteps before Batman spoke, she was less than mildly spooked this time.

"It's weird. This entire day has been the most normal I've been in a while."

"Because there are others with superpowers like you?"

She nodded and kept looking at the space in front of her. "Being a detective is nice and I love my job. But this here," She pointed at the floor, indicating the Watchtower. "I can do a lot more without the fear of showing my-"

It was then it clicked in her head. It hit her like a ton of bricks. HOW did Batman knew she had powers?!

"What?"

She turned her head back at him, squinting her eyes. "How in the world did you know I had powers?"

There was a bit of a pause after Kelsey's question.

"Diana told us how she rescued you from Project Cadmus six years ago. All of your information came from one of Amanda Waller's terminals that Question hacked. Superspeed to match Wally West and a master of Electrokinesis."

"And you knew all along," She stood up, put her plate at a near by table. She turned to him once again. "While I was a detective at Gotham and not once you ratted me out to my boss about it?"

There was a tiny smile in his features. "You're one of Gotham's best detectives. It wouldn't be right to take away something you worked hard to get."

It was so hard not to smile at that response, because once again, she is reminded of how understanding and companionate Batman is. The same Batman she came to know every time she sees him throwing a bad guy behind bars. He knew how hard working she, Jim, the other detectives, and cops are and when he does work in mysterious ways, it's usually only for the right reasons.

She blushed and looked away with a smile. "Geez, Batman. That was nice of you to say."

Seeing that her tray of food was almost empty, she picked it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

He nodded.

With that, Kelsey left the cafeteria room, off to visit her own room for the first time.

[dekko-61]

THE TICKLISH ADVENTURES OF KARA ZOR-EL: THE SUPERGIRL

Narrator:”The Source is the answer behind existence and creation itself…”

[BCU] THE TICKLISH ADVENTURES OF KARA ZOR-EL: THE SUPERGIRL

Chapter One Part 1: The Ticklish Girl Of Steel

Kara wakes up from her long deep sleep. “ *yawn* Good morning Uncle…Her eyes slowly open seeing Robin standing in front of her. “Ahh!”,she yells as she falls over off her bed. She slowly levitates in the air with an annoyed look at Robin. “You’re late!”,he says with a dry cold expression. Supergirl annoyed floats through the hallway of The WatchTower with Robin walking behind her. “You’re Cousin The Alien sent me to make sure you woke up! You’ve been sleeping for hours”,he states annoyed. “Incase you’ve forgotten normal people like to sleep until later in the day”,Kara muttered under her breath. “True but we’re not normal people”, replies Robin. Supergirl:”speak for yourself kid.” Robin pulls out a golden staff and taps Supergirl directly on her abdomen. Supergirl briefly glances at Robin confused and annoyed. “What are you doing?” Robin smirks. Robin:”Wait for it…” he presses a red button on The Golden Staff. Supergirl glares. “If you’re getting any weird ideas brat I swear I will pfft Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DaMiEnOohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”,

Super Girl screams with laughter as she falls over to the ground her powers instantly deactivated. Robin then presses the red button again turning the staff off. Supergirl slowly stands up. Her eyes beaming red. Robin smirks wider. “What The…Hell Was That!”,She demands angrily. Robin pulls out the staff.

Robin:”It’s a Golden Enchanted Weapon designed to bring the ticklish sensations out of very ticklish individuals like yourself, it’s likely of magic origin.”

“It’s a staff”,Supergirl says very dryly. Robin:”Maybe so but if it can have you on the floor in seconds it’s a powerful weapon indeed”,Robin observed the staff with deep focus. Supergirl grabs the staff from Robin’s hand and points it at his stomach. She presses the red button. Robin looks at it motionless and gives Supergirl a deadpanned expression. Supergirl gives a worried smile.

Supergirl:”Why won’t this stupid thing work on a brat like you”,she says aggravated. Robin grabs it out of her hand. “It only works on ticklish individuals and unlike your cousin, the league turned me and father into weapon fighting machines, unaffected by these pathetic weaknesses you and your cousin share”, he says as he walks away. Supergirl looks at him annoyed as she follows him.

They enter the main council meeting room seeing The Justice League & The Legion Of Superheroes all sitting down. They all look at both of them. Superman:”We’ve been waiting for you Kara.” She smiles as she floats over to her seat. Robin walks over and places the staff on the table in front of everyone. “Thanks Robin, now you may leave”,says Batman.

Robin:”I should be in this meeting! , I’m the reason we even found the staff!”,he says annoyed. Supergirl:”Sorry brat you’re needed with the junior league,”she grins. Robin growls as he walks away. Superman gives an annoyed glance as Kara, she sees it and gives a worried expression as she stares down at the table. Brainiac-5:”Supergirl we were expecting you.” A blush appears across Kara’s face. “Hey”,she says sitting down as she looks at Brainiac-5. Brainiac-5:”Now we can begin.”

Wonder Woman turns to Brainiac-5. Wonder Woman:”So how did you come across this guy…”

A holographic image of a dark cloaked individual appears on the table. “and his weapon,”she says eyeing the staff.

Brainiac-5:”We found him breaking into The Grandhall Of Heroes. When we tried to stop him he used this staff on some of our members mostly the female ones like Saturn Girl, Shrinking Violet , Phantom Girl , Dream girl, Triplicate Girl & Downstar. My analysis shows the staff can bring out the sensitivity of most highly sensitive life forms across all realities and timelines.”

Wonder Woman:”Tickling in particular.” Brainiac-5:”That seems to be it.” Supergirl looks at the staff worried. Superman:”Kara the reason why I had Robin bring you the staff was because the figure who attacked The League in the future was targeting you specifically.” Supergirl’s eyes widen. “That can’t be right!”,she says catching everyone’s attention.

Batman:”The information he was looking for in The Hall Of Heroes was yours.”

Wonder Woman:”Which means he’s targeting you.”

Green Lantern:”What exactly does he want with Superman’s cousin?” Flash:”To tickle her I guess.”

Everyone glares at Flash. Green Lantern:”Seriously West?” Flash:”What else could it be.”

Nightwing:”Flash has a point.” Green Lantern rolls his eyes. “Not you two!” Nightwing & Flash high five each other. Supergirl:”Look I don’t know what kind of freak we’re talking about here but I don’t need anyone protecting me. I got this.” Superman:”We won’t be babysitting you Supergirl, he may have taken down The Legion but we still don’t know where he could be, until we find this guy wherever he strikes next be prepared…” Supergirl looks at Superman worried. Superman:”I’m just saying watch your back Kara.” Supergirl looks down worried.

A few hours later…

Batkid looks at the watchtower computer as he tries to fix it. Supergirl floats over to him. “Hey Nick!”,she says happy. Batkid looks at her shocked. “Can you keep your voice down! That’s my secret identity you’re outing!”,he says in an angry whispered tone.

She smiles. “Oh come on it’s not like anyone would’ve noticed besides everyone here knows I’m Kara.” Batkid rolls his eyes. Batkid:”I’m not like you I prefer my identity secret. Supergirl:“Whatever.”

Supergirl:”Look I need you’re help with something…”

Batkid:”Is it the Tickling Stalker from the future looking for you?”,he laughs. Supergirl:”How did…you weren’t even in that meeting!” Batkid:”I’m the one handling the Watchtower super computer which has audio sensors in every room…I also heard Damien tickling you with that staff”,Batkid laughs. Supergirl growls. “You creep!” She tackles Batkid to the ground. Batkid:”I don’t think you want to do that Kara, remember what happened the last time we spared”,he says grinning. Supergirl gives a worried smile. “On second thought, I’m gonna go…sorry for..”

Batkid grabs her arms. “Too late!”,he says smiling as he puts her arms in an armlock. He raises her arms in the air while still in the lock.

Supergirl:“Look I’m sorry ok you don’t have toOohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!”,Batkid’s sharp claws scratch and tickle against Kara’s armpits.

Supergirl laughs hard. “mUtAnT FrEaK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NICHKAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-STOP! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Batkid blows a raspberry into her stomach… "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-STOP TICKLING MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET GOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYOUJERHKAHA!!!”

[CIU]To be Continued…

The Batkid AKA (Nick Wayne)

Age: 15

Batkid Aka Nick Wayne is an interdimensional meta mutant human clone of Batman Aka Bruce Wayne designed by Cadmus…Nick isn’t very ticklish, when he’s in his default mode as he was a clone made with no sensitivity but with any portal based devices like an interdimensional link Gun if touched can give him the sensitivity of a doppelgänger of his own from another dimension or universe which would make him ticklish based on which version of himself is ticklish basically linking their bodies together.

Here is the Tickle Chart/list for The Batkid when under the effects of an interdimensional link device.

Neck - 3

Stomach- 6

Armpits- 5

hands- 3

Feet- 8

Supergirl (Kara)

Tickle Levels: 885,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾ /12

Armpits: 653,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Stomach: 192,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Ribs: 965,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Breasts: 999,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Feet: 635,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Soles: 568,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Arches: 222,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Toes: 110,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Back: 638,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Butt: 989,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Neck: 537,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Most Ticklish Spot: BUTT!

Earth-1200 NIGHTWING OF

THE(TICKLE MULTIVERSE)

Surface Ticklish Levels: 65/12

Neck - 40

Chest- 55

Abs- 69

Back-29

Butt- 80

Armpits-75

Thighs- 60

Legs- 69

Feet- 65

Most Ticklish Spot(s): Butt/Armpits

Inner Ticklish Levels: 950/12 (Under Heat)

Neck-220

Chest- 650

Nipples: 879

Abs- 1,000

Back- 555

Butt- 100,000

Armpits- 96

Thighs- 668

Legs- 69

Feet- 559,000

Most Ticklish Spot(s): Butt/Soles

SUPERMAN Ticklish Levels: 999,000,000,000 x ♾

Neck-220,000,000,000 ♾

Chest- 990,000,O00,000 ♾

Nipples: 879,000,000,000 ♾

Stomach-993,000,000,000 ♾

Abs-992,000,000,000 ♾

Back- 300,000,000,000 ♾

Butt- 850,000,000,000 ♾

Armpits- 960,000,000,000 ♾

Thighs- 443,000,000,000 ♾

Legs- 250,000,000,000 ♾

Feet- 988,000,000,000 ♾

Most Ticklish Spot(s): Chest, Armpits, Stomach, Abs,

& Feet

Diana Aka WONDER WOMAN (Earth-1200)

Age: 35 ♾ Demi Goddess

Surface Ticklish Levels: 550

Inner True Ticklish Levels: 900,000,000,000/12 (♾)

Armpits: 100,000 ♾

Belly: 863,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Soles (Feet): 926,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Toes: 754,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Neck: 775,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Ears: 553,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Elbows: 667,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Breast: 890,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Butt: 882,000,000,000,000,000,000 ♾

Most Ticklish Spot: Feet

Batman (Earth-1200) Ticklish Levels: 7/12

Armpits-5

Belly-7

Neck-2

Batman (Earth-1200) Inner Ticklish Levels: 889/12

Neck- 826

Chest- 791

Nipples- 833

Stomach/Belly-531

Abs- 550

Back- 555

Butt- 781

Armpits- 998

Thighs- 668

Legs- 695

Feet- 433

Most Ticklish Spot(s): Chest, Nipples, Armpits, Neck

Beast Boy (Garfield Logan) Tickle Levels: 885,000/12 Armpits: 675,000 Stomach: 793,000 Ribs: 1,000 Chest & Nipples: 50,000 Feet: 86,000 Soles: 945,000 Arches: 936,000 Toes: 977,000 Back: 874,000 Butt: 889,000 Neck: 394,000 Most Ticklish Spot: Soles.. Most Ticklish Spot: Feet (Toes)

[lazerswordweilder]

(Check the orignal posts not the reblogs because I change some stuff) Pretty sure I wrote something on this before but whatever.

Anyways (after some pushing from the Justice League) Batman moves back into the manor but still also lives in the cave, he opens up more door ways to connect the two and refurnishes bedrooms for himself and his kids with furniture more adequate for their species. He still prefers the cave but most of his kids like the manor so he accepts it.

Some of the furniture and appliances changed/removed/added include:

The bathes being made bigger and rounder (to fit their wings)

Proper hygiene and grooming tools for feathers/wings (special soaps and brushes and stuff)

Beds being made bigger (to be able to fit in their wings and stretch out comfortably)

Door ways being made taller and wider (to be able to walk through without tucking in their wings close to them)

Anything and everything being made stronger (flying into them + standing on anything high)

Gas masks hidden EVERYWHERE in the manor and cave (for gas attacks, especially incase their different dna and biology reacts different to a humans)

Laughing gas and fear gas cures for both humans and them on their belts (some gases and poisons react and/or are cured the same some don’t)

A list of food called the allergy list (that’s only for if guests come over, it’s really just stuff their species can’t eat)

Some things I didn’t touch on is the ‘powers’ which are more like physical attributes, Bruce has slightly longer ears than normal but still normal enough he could pass it off as genetics or a medical condition and it means he can hear sounds too high or low for normal humans and also has better hearing. Dicks bones are hollow and slightly more bendable than a humans meaning he can make jumps and lift his body weight easier and is a better gymnast.

Anyways Jason (who I didn’t cover much) pretty much has a similar origin story to Superman, while Bruce doesn’t remember enough to know where he came from other than his parents found him on the side of the road, Jason remembers his parents were some of the bird-folk or whatever who left the planet when contact from the galaxy/space was first made, his parents happened to be criminals (low lives is more accurate but still) and abandoned him on earth after he got too expensive.

As a street kids his wings were so dirty that they were a disguising black-brown colour and occasionally goop dripped off them or small clumps of feather fell out, they were itchy and wet and uncomfortable and he hated them. As he become Robin and was given the proper equipment and knowledge to clean his wings he grew to love him, while they used to look like a wets cat fur they now are full of baby fluff (he’s even younger than Dick was when his parents died) and even though he can’t fly when he gets excited he flaps them really fast.

There’s a much longer gap between his death and him being revived to give his wings time to grown, only it was an abrupt change and he was slightly freaked out to see his greens and yellows almost fully gone and his red taking over, also the grey on the outside of his wings getting darker.

Also I mentioned the patches of feathers on Jason, his wrists on his back shoulders and neck around his wings, around his ears, his ankles; when he grows to be Red Hood (which takes longer than it does in canon because they age slower, but he hides his wings at first, slowly bringing them out as he gets closer to and trusts his goons more) he grows patches of red feathers in random places around his body and they look alarmingly like splotches of blood, but the feathers he had before (wrists, back, neck, ears, ankels) turned the same grey as the outside of his wings.

He has a hard time taking care of his feathers/wings as Red Hood, not only does trauma make it take a while from him to accept they’re part of him and start to fly again but grooming them is a hard job that takes ages without specially made tools and help. He eventually lets his ‘most trusted’ (aka best friends with) goons help him.

Oh and one of Jasons ‘powers’ is that his feathers are a little resistant to fire! Not by a lot, but enough so if he wrapped his wings around himself and ran into a burning building the fire wouldn’t burn him, he’d have to get out fast though and probably be moving at a decent speed. He’s also not immune to the whole smoke aspect of things so he still needs a gas mask but it’s useful in emergencies.

I mentioned the ‘allergies list’ earlier, it was bold of me to assume that Alfred would ever forget what his family was allergic too or buy stuff that has said allergies in it, so it’s mostly from them themselves and they have a digital copy saved on their phones, this way they can check it and stay safe at restaurants and stuff. It’s also because Tim absolutely refuses to take it seriously and ends up eating it anyways like a vampire who really likes garlic bread.

Some google searches about bats and birds resulted in this list of what is poisonous to them (their biology is obviously different to a birds but also fairly different to a humans): chocolate, coffee (Tims main issue is with this), salt, ADD MORE

Also Tim? Tim was human, key word ‘was’. He was stalking following watching okay he was stalking Batman and (Jason)Robin, and he obviously realised they aren’t human, and little Timmy had an amazing idea and started studying and stealing some of the work of Batmans rouges to create his genius idea! Freezes cryogenic technology reverse-engineered there… a Man-bat serum with some extra dna here… the parts of household objects to stabilise it there… and finally! A stronger power source Penguin ‘misplaced’.

When Penguin starts yelling about an energy source being misplaced the pieces click together in Batmans mind and he realises what’s happening. He fly to Drake Manor as fast as he can but there’s a big flash and he runs inside to find Tims back bleeding and him screaming as his muscles and bones reform, the skin and muscles of his back split open.

And suddenly Tims crying in front of him, newly formed wings shaking around his body. Tim uses robin DNA for his bird DNA because it seems fitting and bat DNA, he pretty much has bat wings which are covered in robin feathers.

Well he would have bat wings covered in robin feathers, but he used cryogenic tech, this doesn’t give him ice powers, but it slows down all his bodily functions, he breaths less, his heart beat is slower, luckily he still has the same reaction speed and his brain is still normal (or Tims version of normal at least), and he has a much lower body temperature, the upside to this is that he can withstand colder temperatures than a human could, the downside is he doesn’t produce body heat and is literally always room temperatured this gets dangerous in places colder than he can withstand (he can go to about -50 degrees or maybe less, this was teh result of one google search).

Anyways his wings are still forming and being moulded and taking/finding the form they’ll keep (well they’ll grow, but very, VERY, slowly which does not help his gangly teenager look). As his wings emerge from his flesh, the blood dyes the light blues of his wings red and the dark greys black (grey and light blue because grey technology and blue ice).

Due to his wings not being made in a womb (or egg? How does birds work? Do I have to consider this?) and not having enough time to properly form, also him not having enough nutrients and body mass, some parts of his wings aren’t fully formed. Batman grabs the baby (because that’s what Tim is, a child, he’s only 12 here, not the 14 he becomes Robin at, no he needs a few years to recover and figure this out) and flies to the cave as fast as he can.

They manage to get his back to stop bleeding and are trying their best to salvage his wings (like it or not he’s not human, not anymore), this results in parts of them being mechanical, primarily the joints and muscles which needed help being strong enough to support flight, one of his wings loses it’s feathers the other wing keeps this.

But what about Tims parents? The quick version of what’s going on with Bruce publicly is that the public thinks Bruce Wayne grew up in isolation after his parents died and is pretty much the werido on the street, Bruce pretends he died and comes back as a secret son but he hasn’t gotten around to that yet so he couldn’t adopt Tim, the Drakes think Tim is dead and Tim decides not to tell them otherwise.

Due to Tim pretty much disappearing over night, he is as much a ghost to society as the rest of the family. Dick disappeared after his parents died, the law didn’t get involved because there was so much panic no one realised the third Greyson hadn’t fallen too, Jason was a street kid with little to no offical record, to anyone else he looks like just another case of a kid being lost to the streets, everyone thinks Bruce went into self isolation after his parents died (he kind of did) and due to him not being around for long little to nothing is known about him other than he probably exists.

Tim spends a year in recovery, slowly being nursed to health and taught about his new self by Bruce, Dick, and Jason. The first two months are the worse, at least one person has to be awake at all times and Bruce and Alfred (the only ones with any medical knowledge, even though Bruce’s is considerably less) are being constantly woken up.

For those first two months the police and (Jason)Robin had to handle almost everything crime related, Dick put off becoming Nightwing for those months and temporarily moved back into the manor to help. Everyone was always exhausted and they quite frankly needed a shower and a day off.

Luckily after the two months Tim stabilised and he stayed stabilised, they all took a day to clean themselves and take a LONG nap, Dick became Nightwing, Bruce started being Batman again, (Jason)Robin got a lot of weight lifted off his shoulders due to Batman being back again, they gave the short story to Commissioner Gordon, and after a month everything settled back to normal and Tim became a part of that normal.

And after those three months Tim started waking up, first he just became aware of his surroundings and occasionally opened his eyes, but he seemed too out of it to really realise anything that was happening. And slowly -as yet another month passed- he started to wake up for longer and longer periods of time, beginning to not just notice what was around him but to process it and react.

By the end of the fourth month after he gave himself wings, he was able to wake up for a day and talk to them and they could tell him what happened and he could actually process what it meant and reply. Soon he starts physical therapy, everyone actually cries when he walks down a hallway by himself for the first time.

By the end of the year Tim is as good as he’s going to get, he still has a couple medical issues but none of them seem to be affecting/effecting him in his day to day life, and he can’t fly yet but he’s getting stronger and stronger and his wings don’t always hurt! He works alongside Oracle (who unfortunately couldn’t be much help in his recovery but made sure to send over food and well wishes, she even coded her watch to alert her when his vitals went funny) with helping out online and solving crimes in the cave, he’s even started training to be able to go out in the field!

Unfortunately while his half robin half bat wings are a cool look (not that Tim thinks that), they quickly find out it unbalances his weight (he was also a little insecure about his wings, they were another artificial thing, another difference that set him apart from the other Robins, another thing he had to build himself, and not to mention he’s a FREAK). He has artificial feathers he wears that balance him out enough for him to be able to fly properly (kind of like toothless’s tail in httyd).

His wings being ‘weird’ doesn’t only affect his flying and health though, it also affects his confidence, he thinks he’s a freak and while the Batfam would never think of him this way and assures him he’s not, he still has doubts about it. In canon he doesn’t care about his looks and honestly looks like a raccoon dragged from a dumpster half the time, in this au he cares A LOT, he tries to look perfect for the few people who do see him.

Another thing is, Jason is still Robin while this is happening, he dies when Tim is 14 but in this au Tim joins the family at 12. This causes them to have a bond, Tim never gets the name Replacement. Tim took the Robin mantel with a heavy heart, not from guilt of taking something not his, but from grief.

(Ima cover these three in in the next rebolog because this is getting too long:

Also I never mentioned what happened with the whole Brucie persona and honestly I don’t know, I know he’s still famous but he’s much more of a mystery and has possible had to fake his death once due to going back to his home planet and being younger than he should be.

Also where’s the Justice League during this? For the record they’re a completely different species than Hawkgirl although they are distantly related (Thanagarians are a subspecies of the Bird-folk??? A lost tribe??? I smell LORE).

Some are metas rather than aliens (like duke, hence having more powers) but still. Hawk wings??? Spoiler has more sci-fi looking wings rather than rid looking, they could feasibly be part of his suit (his suit was just based on his wings).)

Okay but Batman fic where he’s not actually human. He comes from a whole other planet of humanoids who have wings, the wings vary from swans to bats to parots to pidgons even to some more aqutic or zero-gravity looking ones! With other quirks that vary too, some people have markings, or skin tinted a specific colour, or scales, or those ears with feathers, or anthing else.

Batman was bat wings (duh) and black markings that are gnarled and dig into his flesh, almost like scars or wounds with orangeyred-gold instead of blood. They form lines around where his cowl is, his gloves are, his boots, his belt, on his thighs where the outside underpants are, and even a vaugely cirle shaped one where his bat symbol is.

He was orphaned and the Waynes found him, Martha (ever the rebellious) was like “Tomas I found and alien bird child, he’s ours now.” and Tomas is like “Okay.” and he becomes the dad who didn’t want a cat. Bruces wings are only little at this point so he can easily hide them in suits most of the time.

But they die of course, and Bruce freaks out so hard, and Alfred (who showed up when Bruce did and is secretly a bird elder making sure that the child survives with human, he’s like every crypid old man/wizard with all of the not explaining stuff and smirk) decides Bruce has had enough enrichment and brings him to his home planet and raises him as his second parent(s). Also Alfred had dove wings because he’s bruces angel and stuff, and also he keeps them really well groomed and regal, and his hair is white and has feathers in it, like water proof feathers that make his hair smooth, but that’s pretty much the only other change.

Roughly 50 human years later (which is when their species becomes teenagers lol) Bruce realizes that he is hell bent on revenge, and Alfred is like absolutely not, go to school you baby. So 80 years later Bruce graduates what was pretty much primary and intermediate school but better becasue it actually teaches you things (I speak from experience) Alfred is like, if you are so insistent you may go. But I’m coming with you.

So Bruce shows up, and wears a superhero suit (like all the other protectors did) that took inspiration from his own markings, and protends his wings are just a cape. All the meanwhile Alfred bullies Bruce into doing online schooling while he fightes crime, and that’s it, for like two years, that’s it. Then the Flying Graysons show up, their whole act is being bird folk who tie up their wings to do tricks that are actually dangerous. Not sure if I touched on this before but bird-folk live waaaaay longer than humans, so they raised Dick and taught him everything and so much more over about twenty or so years? That was about his infant to kid range (some people have theirs longer, occasionally shoter, he was always an early bloomer).

And then the Flying Graysons die because of it. And Dick refuses to wear hoodies to hide his wings because he doesn’t want to tie up his wings, even if they aren’t big enough to fly yet. And Bruce is like, okay, because of your trama we’ll make do with just quick stops everywhere, the police have worth things to deal with than reports of bird children at Walmart.

(Dick)Robin has robin wings of course, and specifically the yellow and black ones. His wings are built more for speed and zipping around rather than long flights or power which Bruces happen to be (bats wings have different used depending on the species). The black on the outside of his wings is a little too dark for shadows outside of Gotham but over all don’t stand out much even when he’s in plain sight, they are useful for hiding. The yellow on the underside of his wings stands out howerever, barely anything in Gotham is such a vibrant yellow and he can often scare people by opening his wings wide if they’ve been in gloomy dark colours like the Gotham harbour for too long.

(Dick)Robins wings aren’t actually big enough/developed enough to fly yet and still have baby fluff but he’s just starting to fly by the end of his Robin years and all the baby fluff is gone. The wings go down to a bit longer start of his legs (the area below your but). For plot reasons there’s about a years gap between him being Robin and being Nightwing, lets say Jason showed up and took up the mantle of Robin and Dick decided to take a break from all the action and promptly becomes a police officer for only that year instead of keeping it as a job, the uniform was uncomfortable and hard on the wings you know?

But anyways in the year or so Dicks wings got a little bigger and lost a lot of the black on the outside as well as the yellow turning golden and the feathers growing longer and staying as ‘sharp’ (sharp as in sharp, not fluffy or round, sharp and defined). It’s not too much of a change but he looks older, this is also unusually fast, he was one of those kids who got really big growth spurts at random, I imagine this hurts because the bones are growing (like growth spurts) so that would be another reason for him to take a break.

Anyways by the time he shows up as Nightwing his wings are almost down to the bend in his legs but not quite, they have black stripes almost but not obviously meant to be stripes because they’re not, and his bright poping yellow has turned to gold and it’s less bright but more smooth, but it’s only really noticeable if you have a picture of him when he was Robin and comapre.

By the time we get the buff Nightwing ratehr than the teenger-looking Nightwing which is probably about 5 or 6 years his wings have grown about 5 or so inches past the bends in his knees and there are small groups of black feathers in the fluff of his wings and on some of his longest feathers, they haven’t changed in about two years so he thinks they’re going to stay roughly like that. Also the yellow has changed obviously to gold, it isn’t bright anymore, and doesn’t clash with his suit anymore, he also keeps more gold in the suit instead of the black and blues he has in cannon.

(Jason had the more classic red and grey wings, grey on the outside, red on the inside, he also had red feather ears and a few other patches of feathers like at the base of his wings and back and his wrists, with yellow and green feathers dotted around the red of his wings that he grew out of with age, as well as the red becoming more saturated and the grey a little darker, patches of red feathers also apear on his skin all over his body looking alarmingly like splashes of blood)

Also of course Gordon gets these bird child reports and is validly concerned given his citys rouges, and after having Batman dodge the questions for about two hours, Gordon is like, okay the winged child is with the winged man, sure their different species, why not. Oh also both Bruce and Alfred absolutely refuse to let (Dick)Robin go around jumping off buildings, acrobatics? Yes. Actually dangerous stuff? Wait until you have wings to rely on then you can.

Barbara Gordon of course shows up, she immeditely becomes Orcale as instead of getting paralysed she just has no wings, as the daughter of Commisioner Gordon (or wife in a few comics but I’m pretty sure that’s not cannon anymore?) she’s human. She still does Batgirl stuff, but no solo missions, she has accepted this is just concern for someone without wings and is okay with it and still gets into the actions and villianous plots a lot, just less. Due to this she never gets paralysed by Joker.

Okay and then the Justice League show up, and Batman’s like ‘haha, yes, normal human things, I do those to.’ because he lost touch with normal humanity a long time ago and the bird people have a vastly different culture. And he gets seen through in minutes, litterally minutes, the invasion ends and they just all collectively turn to Batman and tell him he’s standing next to at least two aliens, a amazon warrior princess, and like seven other crazy things, and that there’s no need to pretend to be human.

So they all try to teach Batman more human stuff, while freaking out, because he has literally been living in a cave (it was under Wayne mansion which Alfred had somehow kept clean even now and everyone found it suiting and nice), not even beds or anythings, just pilllows a a blanket so the spikes aren’t sharp. But anyways, this leads to members like J’onn and Wonder Woman getting more acclimated to human culture as Batman needs help too and they cannot have who’s supposed to be the smartest of them all not knowing what elevators are.

They have days where the League (or just as many non-acclimated members can go and two or three acclimated members) just go to theme parks and stuff under their civillian idetities, and Bruce always wears dresses or big jumpers and sweat pants/skirts because there is no other way to hide his wings and it’s always really akward in situations like that time Green Lantern got into a fist fight becuase people were being homophobic to him for wearing a dress.

Not only does this help the non-acclimated members learn humanity, but it builds a lot of trust between the Justice League and everyone seems to consider the league a second family, everyone is trusted with everyone elses lives. Also they went to a convention one time and Bruce got so many compliments, Green arrow just stright up wore his normal outfit but without the bow and mask, and the hat not the hood.

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Chapter 3! A lot of people were wanting this one! If you haven't read the first chapter, check it out!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/well-i-did-it-it-took-me-four-hours-but-here-it/zuvamxpyxtj0

And you can find chapter 2 here!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/chapter-two-for-the-story-started-by-this/r29nboa6jg2w

Enjoy!

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Damian wasn't sure what to think. This isn't how he expected his day to go, and that's coming from someone who was quite adept at 'rolling with the punches', as Drake would put it. Days, or nights, tended to vary when it came to the life of a vigilante. And one was not a Robin, let alone the son of Batman, if they weren't able to be flexible. In some cases, quite literally (looking at you, Grayson).

So he started his day as usual, not making any big plans ahead of time incase he was needed, eating breakfast that Alfred provided, keeping his suit with him when he went out to walk Titus. And, lo and behold, he was needed.

Releasing Titus with an order to return home that he knew the dog would follow, he ducked into the nearest store bathroom and changed before rushing to aid his father.

The fight wasn't hard, for a fight against Killer Croc that is. Damian can admit that he was getting a bit cocky. Which was his downfall, as the moment he began to let down his guard, assuming the fight was over, Killer Croc grabbed him by the leg and threw him. Hard.

He thought of many things as he flew through the air. How irresponsible he was to let his guard down, how it went against all of his training with the League, about what he was going to do to get back at that-

It was around this thought when he began to drop. His training kicked in, causing him to flip and angle his feet. He had been to this park before, and knew that there was nothing blocking his way. He would be able to do a perfect roll, then he would be back on his feet and ready to head back to the fight.

Or, at least, there shouldn't have been anything there. But there was. And Damian found himself crashing into a pink- why was the water pink?- birdbath. He was drenched almost immediately, the fountain spraying him as he landed on it, soaking his face and head as he rolled onto the grass.

The liquid seemed to soak into his skin, a sensation that was frighteningly similar to a Lazerus pit, but missing the sense of dread and rage that usually came with the toxic green goo. In its place was a new feeling, one that left him warm, tingly, and light-headed. He groaned as he lay there, struggling to sit up. Why was moving so difficult?

"Are you okay?" A voice called from somewhere above him. He opened his mouth to retort that 'he was perfectly fine, thank you very much, but found his voice gone the moment he looked up. Standing over him, hand outstretched, was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Fluffy raven black hair and inhumanly bright blue eyes, which stared down at him with genuine concern. There were squirrels clinging to his pants, one poking its head out of his hoodie pocket, and birds perched on the boy's shoulders and head. Sunlight was rare in Gotham, and yet Damian swore that it peeked through the clouds just to give this gorgeous stranger a bright halo.

'He's and angel', Damian couldn't help but think. He continued to stare at the boy, not bothering to answer or get up. He wasn't completely sure his legs would support him if he tried to stand, a fact that should have made him more wary than he was.

His attention was brought back to the boy in front of him when he saw those amazing eyes widen, an expression that was a mix of horrified and mortified crossing his face. "Oh, Ancients," the boy groaned, "it can be applied topically." The teen grabbed his hand and hoisted him to his feet with surprising strength. Straightening, Damian was slightly pleased to find that he was taller. The shorter teen huffed, seemingly looking for something to say. Not giving him much of a chance to answer, Damian brought the teen's hand to his face, gently kissing the bony, pale knuckles. The resulting deep red blush, and squeak the boy made had Damian preening slightly.

As the boy seemed to try and orient himself, a dark figure decended into the clearing just a little ways away from them. He felt a twinge of annoyance as he recognized his father's suit, not wanting the moment he was having to be interrupted just yet.

Luckily, it seemed the teen had the same thought as he did. Well, probably not the same thought, but a solution to the problem he was facing that suited both of them. Damian felt the grip on his hand tightening slightly before they were moving, the boy ducking into the trees, dragging him along, before Batman had the chance to spot them.

Damian happily followed the teen, marveling at the feel of the cold, calloused fingers that occasionally twitched in his hand as they walked. He was content to let this handsome stranger lead him, stride quick and purposeful as he wove through the trees and around bushes.

When they did come to a stop, it was almost half-way across the park from where he originally landed. The boy dropped his hand, much to his disappointment, and began to remove the various wildlife from his person. Damian found himself watching in amusement as he tried- and failed- to remove the birds from his hair, words thst Alfred would never tolerate muttered under his breath as he did his best to avoid their sharp beaks. He did eventually manage to weasel them off, setting them gently on the ground near his feet.

Brushing nonexistent dirt off of himself, the teen glanced at him and the assembled animals before heaving a sigh and pulling not a… gun? At least, Damian thought it was a gun. It looked a bit more high-tech than an average gun, and Damian wondered how the teen had managed to hide something that bulky in his canvas bag. As he began to fiddle with it, he spoke again.

"Okay. As fun as this has been, I should really be going…" He trailed off as he turned away, little beating noises coming from the gun in his hands.

Damian frowned at his words. He was leaving already? "Will you return?" He asked hopefully. He wasn't sure what he would do if the answer was no.

The boy startled at his words, but turned towards him as he answered. Part of Damian was a bit annoyed he didn't look up from his gun. "Ah, no. I don't think I'll ever return to this universe." The boy's words were a bit off-handed, as if he wasn't truly paying much attention to what he was saying. All the while he still refused to look up.

Damian froze at the words. That was not what he had wanted to hear. Not at all. His mind glossed over the 'this universe' part, and instead focused on the part where he said that he didn't think he'd ever return.

While he wasn't the most calm and reasonable person in his family, Damian did have a reputation of being rational most of the time. This was not one of those moments. His body acted before his mind could, pulling his katana free of it's sheath and cutting down in one, smooth arch. The device in the boy's hands fell to the ground in two pieces, leaving the teen to stare at it in shock.

"No." Damian stated afterwards, grabbing the boy's arm and tossing him over his shoulder. "I won't let you." He began sprinting, no real idea of where to go in mind, just the fact that he needed himself and the teen away. Quite quickly the Robin found himself outside of the park and tearing down the streets. The very crowded streets.

People of Gotham were generally used to the weird shit that happened on an almost daily basis, but seeing Robin carrying a teen on his shoulder, away from the park, on the ground, in broad daylight? That definitely garnered him more attention than he wanted at the moment.

"Tt." He sneered at the people who had begun to rummage around their pockets for their phones, pulling his grappling hook out from his belt and swinging up to the rooftops for better stealth. The boy still hadn't reacted to his sudden kidnapping, the only action telling Damian that he was still conscious was when he felt hands grip his cloak tightly, right at his lower back. Despite the highly- effective insulation his suit and cape had, he could still feel those icy fingers through the bunched cloth. It made Damian wonder if he was a meta with some sort of ice power. It was something that could wait, though. Right now, he needed to focus on where he was, and where he could go.

His first thought was to take the boy back to the Batcave, but he quickly dismissed it. While that would be the perfect place to keep him from leaving, and to get some answers, his family was there. And they would have even more questions than he did. No, the Batcave wouldn't do. Maybe one of the safehouses?

He looked around, taking note of where he was and trying to remember if there were any safe houses in this direction. A vague memory of Red Hood showing him a map on his phone surfaced. He nodded to himself and jumped, aiming for the alleyway below. Landing lightly, he peered around the corner, making sure that no one was here, before turning and unlocking the door hidden by a dumpster.

It was only once he was inside that he set the boy down, placing him gently onto the bland brown couch. Seeing his face for the first time since picking him up, Damian expected to see anger or fear. Instead he saw a vague look of shock and confusion. But he wasn't freaking out, not that he could tell at least. Something in him warmed at the fact that he was so calm. A level head was quite admirable.

Turning away from the teen, he headed into the kitchen. Opening the first cabinet, he was meet with dishes. Cheep plates, bowls, cups, and mugs. The next cabinet over had an array of different dry boxed foods, but he was looking for something specific. A pleased hum escaped him as he found a small tin of tea behind a box of crackers.

The motions of making tea soothed away the remaining tension in his body, heating water and steeping the bags, and pouring into mugs. He let out a sigh the scent wafted from the mugs. This wasn't his favorite blend, but it was good for calming nerves, or so Alfred said. Something sweet and slightly tangy. Picking up the two mugs, he made his way back to the teen.

The boy hadn't moved from where he was sat down, resting his head in his hands. He looked up as Damian approached, carefully taking the mug that was offered to him. He glanced at it, but made no move to drink it. Instead the teen seemed to observe him, taking in his vigilante suit, along with any physical features that were visible. Usually such scrutiny would have Damian bristling, moving to take such close attention off of himself, but with him, he found that he didn't mind one bit.

Still… Damian frowned at the boy. "You should drink that." He said, bringing his own mug to his lips and taking a long drink. The boy copied his actions, taking a sip from the mug. He watched the boy blink in surprise at the taste before setting it down on the table. Damian took another long sip from his drink, observing the teen much like he was just observed.

The birds from the park had followed them here, which was very odd. They nibbled and pulled at the boy's hair, pulling out small bits of leaf litter and debri he had picked up on their trek. His clothes consisted of a Nasa hoodie, obviously loved jeans, and a pair of ratty red and white running shoes. Under the dim lamplight of the living room, his skin looked exceedingly pale, almost sickly. And his bright blue eyes seemed to glow, as he purposefully kept his eyes fixed on the tabel.

His eyes weren't the only thing that gave away his nerves, though. His hands bounced along his knees, the only thing making noise in the quiet of the safehouse. It wasn't hard at all to hear the little sigh he let out as he stood. Clearing his throat, he turned towards Damian, but had his body angled towards the door. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I really do need to get going."

Damian stood up as well. "No." He said simply. The boy froze as Damian took his hand.

"N-no?" He repeated. Damian sat him back down, putting himself between the door and the boy.

"No." He repeated firmly. "I don't want you to go."

The boy looked up at him, confused again. "Why not?" He asked. Damian had to stop himself from scoffing.

Instead he turned away taking a moment to reign in these new, strong emotions. When he turned back, his expression was cold. "You said you weren't going to back."

The teen's face stalled, before he groaned. "Of course, the potion." He mumbled quietly. His palm met his forehead with a strong, painful sounding slap. Scowling, Damian grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling it away from his face and into his lap, huffing slightly. A light blush spread across the boy's pale face, turning his cheeks a very attractive shade of pink. He waited for the boy to explain himself, admiring the 'view' he had as he waited.

"Of course!" He suddenly exclaimed, startling Damian as he dove for his bag. He watched carefully as the boy rummaged through his bag. "What are you looking for?" Damian asked warily.

The teen didn't answer him, continuing to dig until he found what he was looking for. With a quiet 'aha!' he pulled a book from the bag, and for a moment Damian could have sworn the boy had fangs. Instead of fear or suspicion though, all Damian felt was intrigue.

But he turned his focus back to the boy's find. He eyed the book with a healthy amount of suspicion. It radiated the same feel as the artifacts that Zatana and Constantine handled. A tingling feeling in the air, something significantly other about it. He didn't trust it, not without knowing what it was. The birds, that were also startled by the teen's sudden movement, settled back on the boy's shoulders and head, one of the Bluejays pulling harshly on a lock of raven hair. The boy didn't seem to register it, but Damian shot a glare at it anyways.

Setting his mug down on the tabel, Damian moved closer to the boy, peering over the teen's shoulder as he began to flip through the pages. None of the writing made since to him, the script shifting constantly in a Latin-like dialect.

He stopped on a page, his finger following along as he, presumably, read the strange shifting script. "Aha! Here it is!" He stated excitedly.

"What is it?" Damian asked. He was beginning to get impatient. He hated being left in the dark. The boy glanced over at him, letting out a small squeak at how close their faces were. Looking back down at the book with a slightly deeper blush than before, the boy cleared his throat and began to explain.

"Back at the park, you landed in a bird fountain filled with pink liquid, remember?" Damian nodded. That was what had happened. "Well, that was a love potion. And I got the potion recipe from this book." He lifted the book as imphasis. "So, I figured that if this was a potions book, then there had to be a potion that would cancel the effects of the potion that's influencing you right now!"

Damian sat back slightly, brows furroing as he thought over this new information. 'It makes sense,' he thought. 'Usually I wouldn't be this…out of control.' He glanced over at the boy, who was looking over what he could only assume was a potions recipe. Just to be sure, he asks what he thinks he already knows. "So you're saying that my actions aren't my own at the moment?"

The boy hummed in acknowledgement, setting the book on the table and turning to look at him. "Ueah. You're under the influence of a love potion right now. You aren't actually in love with me." Damian scowled at that, a protest welling up in his throat, but he remained quiet, letting the boy continue. "And the dose you got dunked in always a pretty big one. So any emotions you feel towards me, your actual emotions or not, are going to feel… amplified for as long as the potion remains in effect."

Damian huffed at the boy's words, but thought them over. While it was true that his emotions were a bit much, from what he usually experienced, he also didn't feel wildly out of control. He found it hard to believe that the emotions he felt were all fake. He wouldn't be so infatuated with someone without it having some sort of founding, potion or not. Yes, maybe some of this interest was artificial, but the thought of all of it being fake didn't seem possible. He was an Ah Ghul. He was taught for most of his life how to handle his emotions, as well as his mental and physical states. An assassin must be in control of themselves all the time, after all.

The silence between the two stretched on, only broken by those birds that had followed them, until Damian spoke again. "I don't believe you." He said, c quite confident in his evaluation of himself. The boy's face dropped, a look of exasperation crossing his lovely features. "While I do believe what you say about the 'love potion', I don't believe that all my feelings are false."

The boy looked at him, confused once again. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, that I know myself." Damian stated. "While you may be telling me the truth about being 'under the influence', as you put it, I believe that I would know if something was tampering with my emotions."

The boy sighed. "Alright," his expression was carefully blank as he spoke. "Then what now?"

Damian rubbed his hand along his lower jaw. "Now, I will help you." He stated plainly. There was nothing else he could do, aside from keeping the teen locked in a safe house for the foreseeable future. While he wasn't opposed to that idea, it wouldn't be the best. His family would get curious eventually, and it was obvious what the boy thought about the situation as it was now.

"Help me? With what?" The teen asked stupidly.

"With the antidote." Damian responded resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Not that the boy would have been able to see it anyways. "I will help you get whatever you need." The boy's expression lightened. "But," Damian added, "I won't stop trying to convince you that my feelings are real." He counted it as a win when all the teen did was shrug in response.

"Well, if we're going to be working together," the teen looked at him. "What do I call you?." Damian stood up, being careful to keep his body between the teen and the door. He didn't seem to be trying to leave at the moment, but one could never be too sure.

"In costume you can call me Robin," Damian said, his hands lifting towards his face. "But my real name is-" the teen moved suddenly, leaping forwards at a speed that would be impossible for most, and slapped one hand across his mouth, the other batting his hands away from his mask.

"No, don't just reveal you identity to me." The kid spoke, his voice firmer than it had been a few moments prior. "No big reveals until after I get you the antidote. I would rather you be in your right mind if you do that."

Damian huffed, but lowered his hands. He had no doubt that he wanted the teen to know, but…

"Tt." He responded with a scowl. "Fine, if it makes you feel better, my identity will stay secret. For now."

The boy sighed in relief before offering his hand. "It's nice to meet you Robin. I'm Danny." Damian took the boy's -Danny's- hand, giving it a firm shake. Danny smiled at him slightly. When he felt Danny's hand loosen around his, Damian held it tighter, bringing it up to his mouth and planting a kiss on the boy's cold knuckles. He couldn't help but smirk when Danny let out a small, startled noise and yanked his hand back. With a sigh, the boy returned to his book. Damian left him to it, walking back into the kitchen.

If there was one thing he knew, it's that his family wouldn't let him go off and help this stranger without a word. And if he knew his brothers, they would be seeking him out regardless. The best thing he could do was call in. 'Hopefully father will keep them from doing anything rash.'

Turning on his comm piece, Damian winced as his ear filled with static. Hurriedly he pulled the comm out, rubbing his ear as he glared at the small black bud. 'Odd, our equipment almost never breaks.' Puzzled, and a bit annoyed, Damian slipped the bud into one of his utility belt pouches. It didn't matter if the comm was fried, they always kept spares hidden around. Especially in safe houses.

It wasn't hard to find one, pulling out the fake bottom of one of the kitchen drawers. Comm in hand, he went further into the apartment for a bit more privacy.

Turning it on, he tuned it onto the public channel and was immediately greeted with a worried-sounding Oracle. "Robin! Oh, thank God! Are you alright? Where are you?"

"Tt." Damian scoffed. "I can assure you, I am fine." Better than fine, actually. But she didn't need to know the specifics. "I was only checking in. Let the others know that I will be busy for a while." With that, he shut the comm off again, ignoring Oracle's protests. With that done, he returned to the living room.

Danny was sitting on the couch again, mug drained of tea and scribbling on a sheet of paper. He looked up as Damian entered, stretching a bit as he set the pencil down. Damian glanced over the paper. "Is this everything?" He asked.

Danny nodded. "Yeah. That's all the ingredients." He grabbed the book and shoved it back into his bag and stood up. Grabbing their mugs, Damian took them to the kitchen before returning, looking the teen over.

"Are you ready?" He asked, holding out his hand. Danny nodded, takingnhis hand and following Damian out the door. Damian surveyed the alleyway before crouching down. "We'll have to travel by roof, if we want to avoid attracting too much attention." He told the boy. The teen grimaced, but didn't protest as he was lifted onto Damian's back. He weighed very little, a fact that he would have registered before, had he not been in such a panic about Danny leaving forever. It was worrying, how little effort it took to carry him. Sure, he was a Robin, and could lift a lot more than one person if need be, but he could barely feel the teen on his back.

Ignoring that for now (he was definitely going to bring that up later-) he aimed his grapple towards the nearest roof, and they were off.

—

"Nothing?" Dick asked Tim, hovering beside the man as he typed away at the Batcomputer. They had, after an hour of persuasion, convinced Bruce to go upstairs for a bit. In his absence, the two, along with occasional input from Oracle, had been working hard to find their missing brother.

"Not even the body cameras!" Tim groaned, his head hitting the desk in front of him with a light thump. "They aren't turned off, but the feed is so messed up that I can't get anything useful!" He pulled up a tab that showed nothing but static and the occasional random shape, the entire thing covered in a blue-green haze. "And his comm is still offline. I can't even track its last location, it just pings off everything!" His head remained on the table, and a small part of Dick was glad about that. He already had one brother missing, he didn't need a second with a head injury.

He opened his mouth to responded, but was cut off suddenly by a frantic Oracle. "Guys! Damian just called me on a backup comm!"

Both batboys straightened and stared at the screen, full business mode. "What did he say?" Dick asked.

"He said that he was okay, and that he was going to be busy for a while." Oracle's frantic typing could be heard over the comm, a testimate to how much she didn't believe the words.

Dick and Tim shared a look. "Did he say anything else?" Tim asked.

"No," the answer was quick but a bit hesitant. Like she wasn't focused fully on the conversation. Knowing her, she probably wasn't. "Dammit!" She cursed suddenly, making both men jump. "I can't even track the backup comm. Unless he has a signal scrambler on him, he shouldn't be able to do that." They shared another glanced this one worried. It usually took quite a bit to make Barbra this frustrated.

Something beeped on the Batcomputer, making both Tim and Barbra snap to attention. "What is that?" Dick asked.

Tim answered him this time. "We set an algorithm to scan through CCTV footage and alert us if it found Damian." He pulled up said footage, showing Damian room hopping with a slightly blurred figure on his back. He dipped in and out of frame for a solid minute before the camera lost track of him.

"Where was that?" Dick asked.

"I'll send you the coordinates." Oracle responded. He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, and made his way to the changing room. Re-emerging a few minutes later, Nightwing headed towards the last place his little brother was seen.

–

It was an hour later when Nightwing finally found his missing brother. Crouched on a rooftop, looking at a piece of… paper? He didn't get a good look, because the moment he landed Robin was on his feet, tossing his cape over his back and shoving the paper into one of his belt pouches.

"Baby Bat! We've been so worried!" Dick ignored how his brother was acting, slinging an arm over his shoulders. Or, he tried to. Robin ducked before his arm made contact. Nightwing frowned, but didn't say anything as he eyed his youngest brother with concern.

"Tt." Robin practically snarled at him. Straightening with his signature scowl, he eyed Nightwing with disdain. "What are you doing here, Nightwing?" He demanded, pulling one of his knives free and brandishing it threateningly at the man.

Nightwing raised his hands in a plactating manner. "Easy Robin!" He cautioned the teen. He watched the boy put a bit more distance between them, one hand reaching up to his shoulder. Before he could get a good look at what the teen was reaching for, one of Damian's knives flew past him. Strangely, he didn't see Robin move, but there was no one else here, from what he could see anyways. He ignored it, focusing solely on his brother.

"You gave us all quite a scare, Robin." He sat down on the edge of the roof, letting Robin maintain his distance for now.

Despite the mask, Dick could see Damian's confusion and agitation. "I told Oracle I was fine." He growled, sheathing his knife but not coming any closer.

"You disappear after a fight, no word and no way to track you. Why wouldn't we worry?" Dick raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"Well, you've seen me now. As you can tell, I am fine. Now, I have something I need to do." The teen walked over to the other side of the roof, peering down into the alley below.

"Hold it, Baby Bat." Nightwing jumped to his feet, closing the distance in a few long, paced steps. "You have to come home! You can't just run off without letting anyone know where you are!" He grabbed Robin's shoulder, briefly pausing at how cold and bony it felt, before Damian whipped around, grabbing his arm and twisting.

Releasing Robin's shoulder with a pained noise, he had no chance to block as Damian released his arm and gripped a bit higher. Before he could really register what was happening, Robin had flipped him over the edge of the roof. Acting on instinct, Nightwing reached out and caught the railing of the nearest fire escape.

Quickly, he made his way back up to the roof. But Robin was gone, no trace of him left on the roof. Sighing, Nightwing crouched back down, rubbing his sore shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy, was it?

Standing, he made his way back to the Batcave. Maybe if he got there quickly enough, he could keep the footage of this moment from reaching the group chat.

The buzzing from his pocket told him he was already too late.

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(I know there might be spelling and grammar errors, but I tried my best. That's all that matters!)

I'm thinking of naming this story 'Articficial Wingman', what do you guys think?

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