#it all feels fake anyway so it doesn't matter

[ace-shenanigans]

Thinkin about another sj-centric scum villain au...

Thinking about a pre-binghe sqq, tired of always being under constant scrutiny and over feeling unsafe and ostracized despite all his efforts, deciding to leave cqms to track down an artifact rumored to allow someone the power to basically alter reality to an extent. He tells no one where hes going because soon its not going to matter anyway.

Thinking about him finding and using the artifact to remove himself from history, erasing everyone's memory of him until he is no more than a ghost haunting the narrative. Shen Qingqiu, and by extension Shen Jiu, has never existed.

Thinking about the consequences of this action... Sure he' achieved a true blank slate, free to walk around as he pleases, be whoever he wants to be rather than pretend to appease the small minds of others, but his newfound anonymity comes at a cost.

The brothel jiejie's at the warm red pavilion still greet him as an old friend, but they no longer know him. They do not remember him, his struggles, his achievements even as he remembers all of theirs. What was once a safe haven now feels fake; to them he's just another man paying for a service. He no longer visits the warm red pavilion.

He'll never get his answers from Yue Qingyuan. He'll never know why the other abandoned him, nor why he refused to explain himself to Shen Qingqiu. He'll get over it he tells himself, he'd already accepted Yue Qi's death many years ago, and Yue Qingyuan is just another one of them anyways. He doesn't get over it.

Of course the artifact has its limits, and so those with the closest connections to Shen Qingqiu are left feeling strangely like they're missing something, something just on the tip of their tongue that they can taste but not name. Yue Qingyuan especially is left in a constant state of confusion and loss, missing something he cant place, unable to even remember the reason why he made many of the choices he did. On his desk sits an ornate fan with a crane painted on it that hed purchase for... odd, he couldnt remember why he'd bought the item, or why it made him feel so sad.

Liu Qingge too is left feeling somewhat off kilter for no apparent reason, his eyes drifting towards the bamboo groves of Qing Jing peak every so often for reasons he cant name. He's able to shrug it off for the most part, too focused on his own training to really pay it much mind, but theres always a sense of... wrongness? Frustration?- that settles in his chest whenever he spars with others, like they cant match him the way... the way what? He can't remember the last time he sparred with someone who could keep up with him, but he can almost picture the occasional flash of green, a hidden blade, leaves sharpened by qi with deadly accuracy....

[heartshattering]

I slept but still feel insane hello

[icewindandboringhorror]

currently at That Point which occurs once every few months where one briefly begins pacing around the house teary eyed contemplating selling their own organs or becoming an online scammer or getting on anxiety meds so you can bear the risk taking required to be a hitman or so on and so forth.... why must everything so Expensive... Surely all would be healed in life if only I had one big plate of lasagna and a simple loan of $40,000 ... auoughhh....

[monster-noises]

I'm really hoping I can get some work done today but the mouse in the wheel that powers my brain is not up and running so I think I may have to go for a walk, given that it's already 2:30pm this does not bode well for said work getting done but I'd rather take a nice walk and feel alert at least a little bit than sit at my desk for several hours feeling the slow dark slide down into the abyss while still not getting any work done and also probably developing a gnaaarly headache. Doesn't help that I'm kinda stuck for what to work on, cause I want to do this illustration project but it's Kicking my Ass still and I realized last night, while mopping about my seeming inability to build an audience, that hey, maybe if I try being more Vocal and Engaging with my Projects by say like.... Actually describing them and telling people details about them. I might attract a bit more attention? So now I kinda want to make some short kinda introduction thing for Dragon's Daughter but also I'm in like a Huge Stress-induced Depression Mud Pit and the thought of making promotional materials feels silly and pointless and like Who Cares? No One Is Interested, Has Ever Been Interested Or Will Become Interested so like.... Don't Bother? And that's Not True but like even if that Was true I should probably try anyway, even if just a little bit... It may have some affect like, who knows? So I think I should go for a walk to shake this stinkin thinkin out the ol' bitinkin by which I mean Brain. My tags got cut off so I'm adding them to the post instead

So maybe making a little introductory graphic will help Dragon's Daughter pick up some steam, maybe it'll drum up some interest and excitement and make people want to know about it and engage with it and be excited for it to come out, maybe it'll make people want to keep tabs on it or ask questions. Or maybe it won't. And my funny little slide show will settle gently like any other unique but functionally identical snowflake on the top of the pile. Unnoticed but as part of the larger whole of Art Posted On The Internet. Only really one way to find out. Though that doesn't make it feel any less silly and pointless to do anyways.. Just have to swallow that and try anyway.

[somefopanwpics]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

as ever like: no two things Need to be juxtaposed, much less like material vs material deathmatch Only One Can Be Good, much less am i thinking i have thee objective word on fuckall b/c who does and it's like perfectly boring & unserious whenever someone just throws out Takes that are just "i think...[xyz] is [adjective]" like okay.

but anyways thinking of how, though differing in execution in a lot of ways ofc, deh & bmc start out in a v similar place & explore a journey to self-acceptance from a despairing starting point....it feels like a lot of the hindrance in deh's exploration of its own Theme there is in like, hey. :) hand on your shoulder. it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more normal. whereas w/bmc it's that it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more abnormal

[sparrownnax]

just finished up the online training modules 4 my job and just.

under the "warning signs for workplace violence" section there was "decline in performance (eg. lack of concentration)" and shit about "poor social life" and "being a loner" yknow stuff along those lines and like i struggle with concentration sometimes and i just never developed the social skills required for this im barely able to do all this customer service stuff in the first place and now knowing that apparently if i make anything about myself known to anyone else that could potentially risk me my job. and the whole "you should be making eye contact with all customers" thing bro that's fucked suck my entire dick

[niuxita21]

Juan Carlos doesn’t believe me that we’re a couple. I know, Pablo doesn’t believe me, either. That’s why I think you should move in with me, that way they would have no choice but to believe us. [beat] I’m sorry, I know I was insensitive. I know you were really excited about Ferrán and you’re having a really hard time letting him go. But we have two very important reasons. We can’t split them up. We’re a family, regardless of who likes it. I know it’s been really hard for both of us having to lie to the people we love the most. Remember when our only choice was to be apart for a year. Yes, you’re right. I owe you an apology, too. I am willing to stick to the plan for our family. Thank you. I promise not to try to control everything and to trust you. 

[spaceoutdreamer]

Last time I drank, I started telling my coworker to get therapy

[hailsatanacab]

so this really gripped me, absolutely loved the idea! please enjoy roughly too many words on the topic :)

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It’s been about… half an hour since Danny was transported to a random ghost’s lair, so he reasons that it’s probably nearing around midnight now. That’s alright, it was probably going to be an all-nighter anyway, and at least this way there won’t be any distractions— he might actually be able to finish his algebra homework for once. Especially since, as far as he can tell, the ghost that summoned him isn’t particularly powerful—not judging by the cage that held him, anyway—Danny’s pretty sure he could break out of the whole thing without even going ghost.

Speaking of, the ghost—yeah, he really hadn’t been paying attention when the guy was monologuing at the beginning—doesn’t seem to recognise him at all, so like, great! He can just treat the whole thing as a study hall session and beat the guy up when he’s done.

And you know what? It’s honestly going pretty well! He’s flying through the problems like nobody’s business, there’s only like three left and he’s starting to feel a lot more confident for the test tomorrow! Perhaps getting kidnapped was a good thing?

But, like every good thing in Danny’s life, it doesn’t last.

He groans as he’s interrupted with a knock on his cage, rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“How does it make you feel, hm?” asks the ghost, his grin widening in mocking sympathy. Great. Another Spectra type. “He doesn’t even recognise you. Failed at the first hurdle!”

“So?” Danny shrugs, not really knowing or caring what’s happening here. He had three questions left. Three! This is the most homework he’s done since freshman year, and yet again, here comes a ghost to ruin it. “I don’t recognise him either, so who cares.”

“Who cares?” The ghost blinks at him, twisting back to look incredulously at… holy shit, is that Batman? “Who cares?”

Danny just shrugs again. Perhaps he should put an end to this before things start to spiral any more out of hand… Who’s he kidding, that’s Batman. Things are already out of hand.

“Did you hear that, Batman? He doesn’t care if you know him or not. Does that hurt?”

Batman doesn’t answer, he just clenches his fists tightly and glares at Danny.

Danny wishes he’d been paying more attention because he has no idea what the fuck is going on now. The pages of his homework are scattered across the floor of his cage—he only had three problems left!—it makes a certain perverse sort of sense that just as he gets to grips with algebra, he’d be knocked off kilter in a ghost fight of all things. Great.

“Uh, what?”

But the ghost ignores him and swirls up in the air to float around Batman’s centre podium. Right. So this is all about Batman, then. Gotcha.

“Second question, Batman! Come on, you must know what it is by now, do I even have to ask?”

Batman remains stubbornly silent.

Looking around, Danny sees that he’s in the last of the cages, ringing around Batman in a semicircle. There’s a Gotham vigilante in each one—and also Red Hood, which is weird because Danny’s fairly certain he’s like a crime boss or something—Nightwing, Red Robin, Robin, that new daytime one, the one with the full face mask… Batgirl? Orphan? There are a lot of them and they all seem to change their names every few years, alright? It gets confusing.

Besides, Danny’s had a few other things on his plate lately. He doesn’t have time to memorise every single city’s heroes! It’s not like any of them know who he is anyway.

There’s a floating number behind Batman. 

79/134.

Danny hates fractions even more than algebra. This sucks.

“Fine, I’ll ask. How old is he?”

“My name’s Danny, and I’m 15.” he says, but no one looks his way. Huh. Are the cages soundproof unless the ghost wants to hear him?

It takes a second, but Batman growls out a low, “I don’t know.”

The ghost cackles, long and hard. 

Danny can’t help but roll his eyes as he floats over to him again. This time he can feel it, the rush of ectoplasm that floods through the cage as the ghost makes contact.

“How old are you?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m asking you how old you are, so, how old are you?”

Okay, so infusing the cage with ectoplasm means he can be heard. Good to know.

“I’m 15.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, the number behind Batman ticks over.

79/135.

Right. So, Batman’s going through his own test. General knowledge on vigilantes? But then, why’s he here with the Gotham heroes? It doesn’t make sense!

“He’s 15, Batman. That’s 15 years of his life that you’ve missed out on, isn’t that something? You know, I’m starting to suspect that you don’t know them all perfectly like you said you did. I don’t think you know them at all.”

The ghost lets out another long laugh and leaves before Danny can even think of the right question to ask. Something other than “What the fuck?”

“When’s his birthday?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well?”

“Seriously, what’s happening? I don’t get it.”

“Answer the question. When’s your birthday?”

“April 3rd.”

79/136.

The questions keep coming—both from the ghost, and from Danny—but only the ghost gets his answered.

“What are his hobbies?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know, fighting, I guess? Wait, no, engineering! You know, inventing shit, that sounds better than fighting.”

Yeah, this is still Batman, probably shouldn’t advertise his crime fighting. Wait, hang on, does the combination of fighting and inventing shit make him sound more like a villain? Fuck!

79/139.

“What’s his favourite colour?”

“I don’t know.”

“Red.”

79/142.

“What’s his favourite movie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Undead Teacher II: The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You, I Do. It’s really good, you should watch it.”

79/145.

“What’s his favourite game?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not fucking this one, I can tell you that. Seriously, what’s happening here? Why’s Batman meant to know all of these?”

“Answer the question.”

“Doomed.”

79/149.

And then they start getting into the harder questions. More personal. Stuff that Danny only really talks about with Jazz—and even then, only when he’s coerced or going through a rough patch.

Part of him wants to keep playing the game, see what he can learn, see why he’s been dragged into this.

“Who was his first love?”

“I don’t know.”

“Val. But don’t tell her I said that.”

79/154.

“With whom was his first kiss?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does a fake-out make-out count?”

“What?”

“It’s when you kiss someone so people think you were doing that instead of, you know, like, doing something you shouldn’t.”

“Yes, it counts. It’s still a kiss.”

“See, that’s what Tucker said, but I don’t think it does, I mean—alright, yeah, sure, it was with Sam, then, jeez.”

79/155.

Part of him wants to stop.

“What’s his greatest fear?”

“I don’t know.”

A huge part of him wants this to stop.

Batman’s still standing straight, but his hands—held tightly at his sides—are shaking. Why is this happening?

“Well? What’s your greatest fear? Don’t worry, this is a safe space, we won’t judge you. It’s not you we’re here to judge, after all.”

Danny licks his lips, forces himself to breath through his nose. His greatest fear?

“My parents.”

He, uh… he hadn’t meant to say that. He also hadn’t realised how true that was until it left him. There’s a pounding ache in his chest.

The ghost’s face splits into a wide grin, teeth sharp and glinting in the light, drinking in Danny’s hurt. The air crackles and he doesn’t know who’s causing it.

79/157.

“Why is he scared of his parents?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m… scared they’ll find out what I am and they’ll hurt me for it.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries to everyone, magically amplified through the room. Danny just concentrates on breathing. He keeps his eyes on Batman. There’s no need to know what the others are doing.

Batman gasps, ragged and catching, and goes to take a step towards him before the platform he’s on lights up red. 

The ghost whips his head around to laugh.

“Careful now, Batman, you know what happens if you step out of that circle before the game is over. Boom.”

Batman steps back, but he never looks away from Danny, his scowl deepening.

Danny doesn’t know what it means.

79/158.

“We still have a few more questions, you can’t give up right before the end! What is he?”

The pause between the question and Batman’s answer is longer this time. Danny watches as his hands clench and unclench, as the muscles work in his jaw, until he finally gives up.

“I don’t know.”

It sounds hollow in the open space.

“Well?”

“Do you not know who I am?”

It does make him kind of like a douche to pull that card, but seriously, it feels like everyone in the Infinite Realms knows who he is at this point and he can feel the anger rising in him, no one should dare subject him to this, he—

“Did you hear that, Batman? Do you not know who he is? Look at him, look at your—”

“No, you. Do you not know who I am?”

The ghost takes his hand off the cage and squints at him, looking him up and down, before dismissing him with a smile. “What does it matter if I know who you are or not, what matters here is if he knows you.”

He swirls up around them until he’s floating in front of the giant numbers. They tick over again.

79/159.

“Evidently, he doesn't know you much.” He swoops down to curl his ghostly tail around Batman’s podium, smiling all the while. “Come on, Batman, you’re so close! I’ve only got one more question left, there’s still a chance you can win. Only half, that’s it, you just need to answer half of my questions correctly and then you can all leave perfectly safe and sound.

“So, without further ado, here is your final question. What’s his name?” The way the ghost’s voice echoes through the chambers, cruel and twisted, sends shivers up Danny’s spine. 

Batman’s mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. He raises a hand out towards Danny, goes to take a step, but pulls back at the last second. Only the bottom half of his face is visible, but the anguish on it is plain as day.

“It’s so simple, there’s no way you could get it wrong. Even the worst father knows their child’s name, surely. But, I suppose, you didn’t even know he existed before now, did you? How can you call yourself a father at all? How can you say you know your children?”

“I—”

“It’s Danny.”

The ghost’s cackling laughter is cut off abruptly as he snaps his neck towards Danny’s cage.

“How did you do that? How are you speaking, don’t ruin this!”

Yeah, screw this guy. Screw whatever twisted game he’s trying to play with Batman, Danny’s finished with it.

“My name is Danny. Danny Phantom.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You can’t be Phantom, he’s—”

He transforms in a flash of bright light and the cage shatters with a, disappointingly, pretty weak bolt of ectoplasm. It’s not even going to be a good fight, he can tell. Honestly, after all of this emotional turmoil, he could really do with letting off some steam, but this guy’s too weak to even bother with.

He sighs and steps out of the ruins of his cage.

“Guess you should have done some research before kidnapping people, huh?”

“I don’t do research!”

“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.” he says, with a roll of his eyes. He’s definitely not looking at Batman.

“No, I mean, the spell just does it all for me—it gathers everything it needs and brings it all here, including the subject’s children. It knows the answers to all the questions a father should know, it—”

“So Batman really is my father?”

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

Danny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The ache in his chest never fades, but after another couple of seconds, his eyes stop prickling.

“And everyone else here… they’re my brothers and sisters?”

“Yes, that’s right.” The ghost nods frantically, his perpetual grin looking more and more unsure. “The spell can’t be wrong.”

“And you were going to hurt them all if he didn’t win?”

The ghost stops nodding.

“I’m really gonna enjoy hitting you now.”

“But without me, you wouldn’t know! Surely that counts for something, surely—”

In the end, all it takes is one solid punch to knock the ghost out. Barely even worth it—certainly not the catharsis he was hoping for. 

With a sigh, Danny takes a thermos out of his chest and sucks up the unconscious ghost in a blaze of light. Perhaps he can go and needle Vlad or something when he makes it back home, finally get a release for some of this rage building in his chest.

Anything so he doesn’t have to deal with… whatever the hell is happening here now.

As soon as he caps the lid on the thermos, the stage setup vanishes and the air shimmers around them until even that fades and they find themselves on a rooftop in a dark, gloomy city that certainly isn’t Amity Park.

Danny has a guess as to where they are and he’s not exactly happy about it.

“B, what the hell was that?”

“You alright, Batman?”

“Father?”

Danny has his back to them all. He’s not looking. He has bigger things to worry about than… whatever the absolute fuck all of that was. He’s just going to block this from his mind forever, thanks.

They all fall into silence and Danny can practically feel their eyes burning into his back. Well… fuck. He floats down to stand on his own two feet and takes a deep breath, turning back into his human form before… before turning around to face them all.

“So, that was weird.”

Yikes, not the greatest way to start a conversation with—with his biological dad? What does that mean about—oh, ew, he doesn’t even want to think about it, gross. Did Mom cheat? Does Dad know?

“Who are you?” Batman growls out, and you know what? Danny doesn’t feel bad about his conversation starter at all now, because that was shocking. He can’t help but flinch.

“Jesus, B, don’t scare him.” Nightwing rests a hand on Batman’s shoulder and gently manoeuvres himself in front of him. “My name’s Nightwing, you’re Danny, right?”

Danny nods, but doesn’t speak. Probably shouldn’t open his mouth any more, really. They already know he’s Phantom, he should keep the rest of what they know at a minimum, shouldn’t he? At least until he knows a bit more about them.

Does he want to know more about them?

“How about we take this back to the cave where we can get to know each other properly? Without all the masks, alright?”

Wait, what?

Danny cocks his head to the side, confused. Is Nightwing saying they’ll tell them their identities? They’d just trust him with that?

Looking at them all, it’s pretty hard to tell what they want. The masks do a really good job at hiding what they’re thinking—sidenote, should Danny get a mask?—and he’s… he’s only just met them. He wasn’t paying attention to any of their questions, he doesn’t know a thing about them! Meanwhile, they know everything about him—oh, Ancients, they know about Val, they know about his first kiss, they know about—

“Please,” Batman starts, and then stops again, looking more uncertain than he ever did earlier. “Please, I know… I know this must be difficult for you, but if that… thing—”

“Ghost.” Danny interrupts, immediately wishing he hadn’t. “He was a ghost.”

Batman nods. “But if that ghost is right, then… I don’t want to lose this opportunity to get to know you. I don’t know my children as well as I thought, and it almost cost them their lives. I… I don’t want that to happen again.”

What, so he’s just meant to tell Batman all his secrets, just in case they all get captured by another family therapy-oriented ghost? Not gonna happen, thanks, Batman.

They must have read something in his face (seriously, should he get a mask?) because Nightwing steps up again. “I think what B means to say is that we’d all like to get to know you better. No pressure, no strings, you don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to.”

“I, uh, have a test tomorrow.” His voice is strangled, the words getting caught in his throat. He takes a step back and his heart pounds in his chest. “I should get going, it’s a long flight back.”

Batman follows him as he takes another step away, but Nightwing rests a hand on his shoulder and keeps him still. “Let him go, B, you can’t force him.”

When he bumps against the edge of the roof, he transforms and lifts into the air, not missing the quick flash of concern across Batman’s face. Whatever that means, he doesn’t know.

“Can you… can you not look me up? For obvious reasons, I’d rather my parents not find out about this.Them and… others, too. Even if you think your tech is good, when it comes to ghosts, theirs is better. Please don’t look me up.”

Red Robin is already furiously typing away on a screen on his wrist. 

“Come on, dude, seriously? I just asked you not to.”

“I’m not, I’m just—ow!”

Red Hood whacks him across the back of his head and then dodges quickly as Red Robin goes to jab him in the stomach.

“I really wasn’t, I was researching ghosts in general, fuck off!”

“Don’t do that either.” Danny laughs, watching as they dance across the rooftop, each failing to hit the other. They only come to an end when Black Bat? Orphan? Seriously, was she Batgirl, he really doesn’t know. Anyway, she ends the fight with a swift chop to both of their backs, which leaves them both grumbling on the floor.

“Seriously, you won’t get anything good searching on the internet, anyway. Any credible sources will trigger a trace and anything else is rubbish anyway. I’ll…” He takes in a deep breath that he doesn’t need and looks towards Batman. “I’ll tell you about it all when I come back, I promise. Saturday, same time, same place. Alright?”

There’s a tense silence as they all turn to see what Batman will say. Danny can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief when he finally nods.

Okay, so he’s got until Saturday. That’s plenty of time!

It’s two days. He’s got two days to figure out what he’s going to say. To ask his parents—ask Jazz, probably—if he’s, what, adopted? Or the product of a secret fling? Gross, does he even want to know?

There’s no way two days is enough time, oh, Ancient’s what’s he going to do?

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly—he can panic on the way back, at least let him keep some kind of cool in front of Batman!

“I’ll, uh, see you on Saturday, then!” He waves, feeling a little stupid, and he turns to face the direction of Amity Park.

“Danny?” 

He turns back to find Batman looking up at him, uncertainty reading in every part of his frame.

“Yeah?” 

“Good luck on your test tomorrow.”

As much as he wants to, Danny can’t fight down the blinding grin that worms its way onto his face. No one apart from Jazz has wished him luck on a test in a long while. He must look like such a dork, but his core lifts in his chest and somehow it’s a little easier to breathe.

“Thanks! Bye!” 

He waves again, more cheerfully this time, and zooms off before they have a chance to call him back. The grin doesn’t leave his face until three hours later when he’s finally collapsed into his bed in Amity at Ancients-knows-what-time and the cold realisation that he left his homework back in the cage floods through him.

Damn it!

"Let's play a game of 'How well do you know your kids?'" The being shouted, eyebrow still twitching from Robins latest remark.

"I know all my children perfectly." Batman growled at the entity. He held his ground as the spirits (demons?) smile sharpened, "Than you won't mind!"

A puff of purple glowy smoke engulfs then entire area and the next thing anyone knows is that all of Bruces children, even the ones who weren't with them previously, are locked inside magical cages while Batman is trapped in a invisible mime box with a podium and a microphone in what is quite possibly the most garish game show set up ever.

Why was everything neon green and purple? Why was the guy neon green and purple? Who were these other kids-gdi Bruce! You have more kids?

Danny could just transform and beat up the ghost. Its a pretty weak one after all. But this one doesn't seem to recognize him as a halfa and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do his homework without being attacked.

Jason stared at the kid next to him. What kinda life did this kid have to calmly get out his math homework and start solving problems while being held hostage by an unknown entity?! And with the bats no less?!

All the while Batman is getting peppered with questions about his kids and is realizing he doesn't recognize a few of the names.

[protobrieile]

ooooooo i am feeling particularly riled up about marginalized community infighting today

[missdynamighttt]

↳ ❝ THERE'S NO ONE LIKE YOU, SWEETS. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you make what feels like the worst decision of your life—getting into a hot tub with your fake boyfriend, katsuki bakugou.

starring: fake boyfriend! katsuki bakugou x oblivious! reader ⍣ ೋ

disclaimers!: fake established relationship, prefers ass, humping/ grinding, a little degradation, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), sexual stuff in water

note: pro hero! katsuki drabble, usage of "woman", "sweets" "baby", "slut", fem reader, fake relationship trope, inspired by to all the boys ive loved before hot tub/ jacuzzi scene. I KNOW I HAVE A POLL, I PROMISE ILL GET TO THAT, JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF OF MY CHEST💜💜

╰┈➤ ❝ [this is so stupid...] ❞ you mumble, walking down the hallway to the pool area, your arms crossed as the cold winter breeze hits your skin.

somehow, kirishima talked you into confronting your 'boyfriend', katsuki bakugou, after he started ignoring you in the class 1A ski-trip/christmas party this year.

"c'mon, girl, hes probably waiting for you in the hot tub 'nyway. get in there, and get him!"

it was only supposed to be a fake arrangement between you two. to be honest, you're not even sure why hes mad. but he was.

the hand-holding, hugs and kisses started to feel too real, the closeness felt too intimate. it was all getting in your head so you distanced yourself from him, sitting next to ochako in the bus instead of katsuki.

katsuki needed to get his ranks up in the charts and you needed publicity. that was all there was to it. supposed to be, anyway.

you reach the pool area and thats when you see him. katsuki bakugo. in the hot tub. shirtless. and in swimming trunks. he's lounging with his eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, letting the heat and jets of the tub ease his muscles.

you catch your bottom lip between your teeth. you draw closer to the hot tub, perching yourself on the ledge across from katsuki, not getting in the water because you had a night gown on. for now.

though his eyes are closed, a slight shift in his demeanor reveals that he's aware of your presence. even in his attempt to maintain a façade of calm, the subtle tension in his shoulders and the tightening of his jaw betray his awareness of you.

"katsuki?" you tilt your head, trying to get his attention.

when he doesn't respond, you scoff, crossing your arms.

"wow, katsuki, real mature."

his eyebrow twitches at the comment on his maturity, his eyes flutter open. he looks at you with an unimpressed stare, his expression a mix of annoyance and... something else.

"oh, because you're a real shinin' example of maturity," he retorts, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

you frown at him. "seriously, why are you mad at me? and don't go yappin' about how you're not mad, i can tell."

"why do you think?" he grumbles, unable to meet your eyes as his cheeks tinged pink.

"...you've been hangin' around with round cheeks all fuckin' day."

that was all he was mad about? is he.. no. he couldn't be jealous. he had no reason to.

"that... that shouldn't matter."

"well, it does matter, goddamn it," he mutters angrily as his scowl deepens, his jaw clenching in frustration.

"you don't get it, do you? you're my girlfriend, you were supposed to sit with me."

"fake girlfriend-"

"i don't give a flyin' fuck. you're still my girlfriend, woman, fake or not. i expected you to sit with me. and instead, what do i see? you hangin' out with fuckin..."

he lets out an exasperated sigh, raking a hand through his wet hair. he looks like he's trying to find the right words to express his feelings without coming across as too jealous or vulnerable.

"fuck. fuck, i'm... i'm not tryna control you, okay? but it bugs the shit out of me. it bugs me that you were hanging with round face. it bugs me that you sat next to her instead of me."

katsuki's gaze softens at your quiet, conflicted expression. he sighs again, his eyes briefly darting away from you before he continues.

"i... i even brought your damn favorite snacks in case you got hungry," he mutters, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "i thought, we could have sat together and, you know..."

you look up at him, a hint of surprise widening your eyes. you contemplate how to continue, trying to lighten the mood with a soft smile. "do you... still have some left over?"

katsuki scoffs at the attempt to change the mood, but can't help the brief spark of amusement that flickers in his eyes.

"no, obviously," he replies with a roll of his eyes. "i ate some and gave kirishima the rest after you decided to ditch me."

"rude."

"damn right, it was rude. tch, ditchin' me like that."

you let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head, looking at him with a soft gaze. "i'm.. i'm sorry i didn't sit next to you."

katsuki's ears turned slightly pink as he hears your apology. he glances at you hesitantly before looking away again, trying to maintain his aloof demeanor.

"yeah, well, apology accepted, i guess," he mutters, his voice lacking its usual sharpness.

you nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. after a brief moment of silence, you gather your courage and shed your nightgown, revealing your bare skin as you slowly step into the warm embrace of the hot tub.

katsuki's eyes widen as you stripped, his heart rate speeding up at the sight of you in just a pair of black bra and panties. his eyes roam over your body greedily, taking in every curve and contour.

he clears his throat, his gaze is fixed on your figure as you step into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping you. he tries to keep his thoughts in check, but the sight of you like this, almost naked, is making it incredibly hard (like his dick).

"damn..." he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing to me, sweets?"

you look at him with eyebrows raised, a soft smile formed on your lips. "hm?"

he takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. the water laps around you two, creating a sense of intimacy, and it only adds to the tension.

"seriously, do you have to look like that right now?"

"like what?"

"like... that," his voice is hoarse, gesturing vaguely at your form. "like you're tryna drive me crazy."

katsuki reaches out, his hand hovering just above your torso before finally making contact, his fingers gently carressing the curve of your waist. his hand felt so warm, almost competing with the heat in his eyes now mixed with his raw desire for you.

"damn it, woman. you're killin' me here..."

"can i apologize for that too?"

"i'll forgive you... under one condition," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. his hand slowly roams over your bare skin, exploring your body with a newfound confidence.

he pulls you closer, the water sloshing around you as he guides you onto his lap. his arms encircle your waist firmly, every contour and dip of your bodies fitting perfectly against each other. the corners of his mouth tug to a grin."sit here for me."

your eyes widen in surprise as you feel a rush of heat across your cheeks. you could feel his hot, raging boner, pressing up against your cunt through the thin, pathetic fabric you call panties.

a cheeky grin spreads across your face. "katsuki, is that...?"

he groans, his voice low and gruff with frustrated desire. "just shut the fuck up, sweets."

his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you nearer, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, hungry kiss. his tongue dances with yours, greedy and demanding.

the kiss was intense, filled with pent-up longing and need and so much words both of you couldn't say.

he keeps you trapped against his body with his arms in the hot tub, his touch both tender and possessive.

"such a nice fuckin' ass.." he whispers, groping and massaging your doughy ass before pulling you back in for a deeper kiss.

your arms are wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair as you grind on his hard-on, a little embarassed as you feel your panties dampen more from the water and your slick but can't help but want him. need him.

"fuck," he groans, feeling his cock get so painfully hard just from you humping him. "you little.."

your breath hitches when you felt his hand slide down your inner thigh, tugging the pathetic g-string to the side. he enters a finger inside of you, seperating your folds, feeling your warm pussy and your wet slick in the midst of the water. "k-katsuki-"

"aww, this all for me, sweets?" he coos, watching you whimper as he rubs your aching clit.

you pout as you grind against his hand, desperate for friction. your teeth sink into your lip as he put a second finger, your eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and greed. "so what if it is..?"

"that fucking eager for me, huh?" he chuckles darkly, his fingers enveloped by the warmth of your pussy as he curls them inside of you. "gonna take it all for me, yeah?"

you nodded, clinging onto him like a lifeline, whimpering and mewling choked versions of his name. "fuck, fuck.. kat- katsu.. katsuki..."

katsuki groans at the sound of his name on your lips, his hand your hips grip you tighter, pulling you closer, while curling his thick digits against your sensitive spots, the sound of your lewd noises music to his ears.

"see my fingers fuckin' you, baby?" he mutters, his lips find your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your tender skin. "only i can make your pretty pussy feel this good, yeah?"

"mhm," you manage. despite the embarrassment, you can't help but give in to the heat building between you.

his eyes lock onto yours, his voice sultry and mean. "you know, you're such a fuckin' slut. lettin' me finger you like this where anyone can see us."

a loud moan escapes your lips as your pussy clenches around his fingers at the name. you couldn't help it. fuck, he was so, so mean. and you fucking loved it.

a cocky grin spreads across his face, letting out a low chuckle. "oh? you like it when i call you a slut?" he taunts, bringing a grin to his face at your reaction. "can't believe you're into that shit, sweets."

"it's your fault- fuck.."

"oh? blamin' me now?" he taunts, a cocky expression on his face. "thought you were more.. mature than that."

katsuki flaps his fingers faster inside of you, abandoning the slow, careful pace of curling he did earlier. your slick and the hot tub water moistens his fingers, yet you can still smell the faint hit of your cunt.

"katsukiii! fuck, fuck, fuck. too much, too much..."

"just look at you, sweets. takin' my fingers like a champ, such a good fuckin' girl," he coos, his filthy praises making your pussy clench around his fingers.

"bet you wanted this as much as i did, did you?"

"n-no-"

"bullshit. if you don't, tell me to stop right now."

"sh-shit, no.. don't stop, please.. please, i need you.."

"that's what i thought," his grin widens, his hand that had been resting on your hip moves lower, tapping your leg gently. "lift your hips up for me."

with a nod, you comply, the water rippling around you as it drips out of your legs, katsuki finally seeing your sweet little cunt without the transluscent filter of the water. his grip on your thigh tightens slightly, letting out a shaky exhale as he rubs your clit.

"you close, sweets?" he glances up at you, his eyes meeting yours, feeling you nod before he leans in for a long, lingering kiss.

"cum on my face, 'kay?" he utters softly after pulling away, leaning down on your sweet cunt before lapping his tongue away at your aching slit while still pumping his fingers full of you.

his tongue felt so good. he felt so good, it hurts. all you could smell was the intoxicating scent of your cunt and katsuki's saliva sloshed together.

"katsuki..." you can't help but let out a lewd mewl, whimpering as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body.

"there's no one like you, sweets," katsuki groans into your pussy, the loud sounds he was making as he ate you out while he fucked his fingers into you was just so lewd. when it felt so good. when anyone could catch you doing this. "cum on my face, baby, c'mon.."

you shudder from the pleasure from his touch as you feel your release, chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath. though, his tongue kept flicking at your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you as you ride your high.

your post-nut clarity kicks in. fuck, you just.. let katsuki bakugo, your fake boyfriend, not only finger you but you let him eat you out. it doesn't matter you were into him. he was still your fake boyfriend.

and not just anywhere, no. but in the damn hot tub. where anyone could've seen you. the worst part? you enjoyed it to your core.

before you can think loudly again, you feel his lips brush gently against your cheek. you turn to look at him, a little surprised at the sudden show of tenderness after the heated moment as your eyes meet. you take in the disheveled sight of him, his hair damp and wet as he catches his breath, your mind still trying to catch up to the events of tonight.

"sweets... my room. now. please."

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ should i do part 2 guys lmaolmao hope you enjoyed 💜💜

[shotmrmiller]

whenever simon needs a lay, he doesn't go for girls like you: all snarky attitude and self-assuredness in that hole-in-the-wall bar with the peeling wallpaper, dim lighting, and sagging ceiling tiles. he wants those insecure things; the soft, quiet ones who've been recently dumped and are drinking away their woes. the ones who'll take him to theirs in a drunken haze and wake up startled, kicking him out of the front door without their number and an embarrassed forget this ever happened.

can do, sweetheart. (see ya never.)

but you've caught his interest. maybe it was the way your face was bare— pockmarks on your cheeks and eyebrows untamed—yet you exuded confidence not even that loud bimbo with the fake lashes and vibrant ruby lipstick could ever recreate. maybe it was the way you held your own against that drunken man who attempted to grab a handful of arse over your faded, torn jeans, catching his pathetic bollocks and giving them a gnarly twist.

who knows. who cares.

what matters is that you've caught him by complete surprise.

he figured you were the type to want a firm hand. a couple of harsh slaps to your cheeks (both top and bottom), a fistful of your hair in his grip to pull, and to fuck you into the mattress until your body was imprinted on it.

wrong.

the moment he pulled your hair taut, you'd immediately tangled your clever fingers into his chest hair. "i'm no horse, brit. my hair isn't reins for you to lead me around with."

then he tried to bend you over his knee. proper brat like you needs to be put in'er place.

also wrong. "not that either. not yet anyway."

and then he's wrong a third time because you're no passive participant.

he sloppily eats your cunt like it's his first meal since coming back from urzikstan— warm tongue, thick fingers, and the occasional pinch of his crooked teeth on your swollen bundle of nerves. when he tries to pull away, your entrance more than slick enough to take him without much discomfort, you fervently dig your heels into the scarred tissue of his strong back., stopping him in his tracks.

"you stop 'til i finish and not a moment sooner." his whiskey breath is warm between your legs when he huffs out, "affirm." you're fluttering around his hand in minutes when you start to direct him on how you like it, which he supposes is fortunate for you since he's real good at taking orders and even better at obeying them.

your climax is sweet in his mouth with a subtle hint of brine. the exact opposite of you, he finds. simon doesn't even get the chance to tell you to say anything because you're flipping onto your knees and shoving his rigid length into your mouth. he can't help the strangled sound that escapes him when the tip of him touches the back of your throat, constricting when you gag.

bloody hell.

you look up at him; wide, glassy eyes and sunken cheeks and it's pathetic how he can already feel himself on the precipice of ecstasy and he hasn't even gotten to the good part.

when he watches you place a condom in your mouth and roll it on his cock without hands, simon had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of england to stop the fire that threatened to light him ablaze.

alrigh', enough. on your back.

"no. get on yours."

your small hands push against his barrel chest, gesturing he lie back— today preferably.

impatient bint.

you ignore that quip, opting to wrap your fingers around his thick base and sink onto him in one smooth motion.

slow, don't want ya hurtin' ya'self.

he gnaws on his tongue painfully— almost cutting it open with his canine— to keep from finishing because, bloody fuckin' hell, do you feel like the heaven he'll never see.

simon's hands curl and tighten around the swell of your hips— his blunt, square nails digging into your sensitive skin. "easy," you hiss, "i bruise like a peach."

taste like it, too.

you look so sweet, so pliant while being split open on his cock, hot cunt sodden with your earlier release— it sends mind-numbing arousal tingling up his spine, feeling it at the base of his skull. simon grunts when you begin to move, a languid up and down, gentle but firm. spots dance in his vision when you take all of him, his bollocks flush against your arse.

pretty thing with fire in your eyes taking him so well even though others have needed breaks to work up to it. muscle memory takes over then, his callused fingers automatically searching for your swollen clit, but you slap them away. "too sensitive, i'd only be uncomfortable."

yes ma'am.

you chuckle at that, pussy fluttering as you do and simon hisses through his clenched teeth.

keep tha' up 'nd i'll be done before the fun even starts.

this time you clamp down on purpose, your cunt squeezing his cock like a silken fist. "wouldn't that just be a shame. old man like yourself only got one in you?" the playful taunt sinks its teeth into the ego he's never cared about— leaving behind a mark that stings and lingers— and the lieutenant rears his head, if only for a moment.

watch it.

your eyes widen fractionally but your lips curl at the corners in amusement. "sorry, sir." minx.

his thoughts dissolve like sugar in hot tea once your hips began to rise and fall again, this time a much quicker pace. he surrenders to your unsatiable passion-- a hungry beast, feeding on want, on need-- with only his obsidian-black mask as witness.

for the first time in months (since price bent him over his desk post-op that one time) he's the one getting fucked.

and when you plant your feet by his sides, when your hips cant at the slightest of angles, his flared head presses against something firm and his world ceases to exist, the intensity of now reaching its peak.

when he comes to, your sweat-slick body trembles with effort, your pretty cunt still stuffed to the brim with his softening length. but he's not done with you yet, not by a long shot. now it's his turn.

in a quick movement, you find yourself on your back, looking up at simon, and the mewl that falls from your lips bounces off of the spartan white walls when he hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, and claims you again.

he plans on leaving a delicious ache between your legs that won't let you forget this night-- at least not for the next few days. (not like you could, i mean look at him. plus, he's going to magically forget his gloves here, maybe his pack of cigarettes. he's also definitely jotting down his phone number somewhere.)

forgive me i'm tired now so i lost some air at the end hehehe

[mischieveousmayhem]

Hi! I've been following your writing for a bit now, and I really like your style of writing. There's a sort of flow to it. Anyways, I was wondering if you could write a Bruce Wayne x Batmom! Reader. Where Damian clings to Batmom a lot and it's so obvious he loves her more than he loves Bruce. So Batmom overhears Bruce paying Damian like a large amount of money to not interrupt their date? I think this would be really cute, and it's okay if you can't write it. And thank you so much in advance! <3

Bribes

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader, Damian Wayne x Batmom! Reader

Genre: Fluff (?)

Warnings: Characters may be out of character, reader is shorter than Bruce Wayne, jealousy

Synopsis: Will Bruce ever get a moment with you?

It happens a lot, almost too often. Every moment Bruce thinks he has alone with you , he doesn't.

The first time was when Damian started getting comfortable with you.

You and Bruce were in your bedroom, limbs entangled, just enjoying each other's presence in the dark, cold room. The only warmth was your bodies and the blankets.

Bruce was enjoying this, he was enjoying you. You guys had all boys, and oh lord were they mama's boys who needed you for all simple. Thank god he didn't have to worry about Damian turning into one like his brothers. At least Bruce thought.

There was a knock on the door.

"Go away." Bruce's voice booms.

You move from the position you and Bruce were in and you sit up.

"You can come in, Damian." You say.

It was quite obvious it was Damian, your boys all knocked on the door differently. Damians seemed more hesitant.

Damian walked in coming to your side of the bed. Bruce stares blankly , and confused on how the hell you knew it was Damian.

"Y/N , I had a nightmare can I sleep here?"

"N—" Bruce started.

"I was asking Y/N. Not you." Damian cuts him off. He sure was Bruces child.

"Of course, love." You smiled as the boy climbed in between you and a grumpy Bruce.

—

Another time it happened was when you and Bruce had a Gala to go to but the boys were gonna stay home.

However, he couldn't find you anywhere in sight to be found. Until he walked into the living room to find you and Damian cuddled under a blanket.

Damian leaned back on you with you rubbing his hair until he spots his father and he immediately jumps up acting like his mother wasn't just giving him affection he craved.

"Y/N, why aren't you dressed. We have that Gala tonight." Bruce raised a brow at you as he stood in front of you in his tuxedo that he looked EXTREMELY handsome in.

You give him a nervous smile, "Well about that," You raised up a thermometer, "Damian is feeling a bit under the weather so I will stay here with him while you attend."

Damian did a fake cough while smirking at his father. His face out of your vision you couldn't see the smirk.

Bruce squinted at Damian. He wasn't going to rat out his son to you because at least Damian warmed up to you and even then you wouldn't believe Bruce.

—

The last straw was when Bruce found Damian taking his favorite thing to do with you.

Every evening you would sit in the garden. It was labeled your bench because the boys always saw you out there on it no matter the weather.

One of your quiet places, you just sit out and read, crochet or some other peaceful activity until Bruce comes out. You two watch the sunsets every evening together and it was just a romantic, wholesome moment.

That is why when Bruce came outside to the garden to see Damian in his mother's arms he almost lost it.

Bruce wanted to be in your arms and Damian should not be there at all.

"Room for one more?" Bruce speaks.

This time Damian doesn't move out of your arms for his father has seen him like this multiple times and he just doesn't want his brothers to spot him being babied in his mother's arms.

"Sorry dear, there is only enough room for two people on this bench. You can come tomorrow." You look back and smile almost guilty.

Unfortunately tomorrow never came, because everyday Damian would beat Bruce to your arms on the bench.

—

All those events lead up to now. Bruce sitting Damian down to have a talk before you and Bruce went out for a date that Bruce has been looking forward to.

"I've noticed you spend a lot of time with Y/N." Bruce spoke to Damian.

"Ummi and I are just having normal mother-son time." Damian speaks.

Bruce furrows his eyebrows, "Yeah..whatever."

"Great! Conversation ended." Damian was about to get up till Bruce stopped him.

"You are not to sabotage this date." Bruce says.

"I'm not going to sabotage it but I am starting to feel a little sick." Damian smirked.

"Do not fake sick, I will pay you a million dolla—" Bruce was about to give Damian a bribe until he heard your laughter from the doorway and his face dropped.

"You two are really something." You place your hands on your hips after you stop laughing.

The two just stare at you waiting for you go finish what you are going to say.

"Damian, if your sick Dick will be here to take care of you in a little but until then you have Alfred." She walks towards him and brings her hand to his cheek, cupping it, "I spend a lot of time with you Dami, it is time I give your father some attention."

Damian melts into your touch, nodding. You were right, he had been spending a lot of time with you.

You then turn to Bruce, "As for you, you shouldn't have to bribe your son to not "sabotage" , our dates." You roll your eyes.

"I know, but we haven't had much time together lately." Bruce comes towards you.

When he's in-front of you, you look up while grabbing his forearms.

"I know, that's why tonight it will only just be us. I promise." Your eyes glimmer as you speak those words to him.

He was about to lean down to kiss you till Damian gets up and runs out the room yelling, "GET A ROOM!!"

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 12

Danny: Hey Alfred, I was going through some old files and I was wondering if you could explain something to me.

Alfred: Sure thing Master Daniel.

Danny: How long were each of the Robins, Robin?

Alfred: Well Dick was Robin from the time he was 14 till he was 17, when he decided to become Nightwing. After that your father was Robin from the time he was 14 till 16, when the Joker... killed him. He was gone for six months but by the time he retuned Tim had become the new Robin so your father become Red Hood. Tim was Robin from the ages of 14 to 17, Till Steph came to us and he gave the mantel of Robin to her and became Red Robin. Steph was Robin from the age of 17 to 18, she gave up the mantel to Damian when he was dropped off by Miss al Ghul and took the name Spoiler. Damian took up the mantel of Robin upon his arrival at the age of 10 and has been Robin for the last two years.

Danny: Ok, how old is everyone?

Alfred: Dick is 25, Jason is 22, hopefully you knew that one, Tim and Barbara are 20, Steph, Cass, and Duke are 19, Damian 12, Master Bruce is 34, and my age is classified information.

Danny (laughing): How do I gain clearance to access that information.

Alfred: I grant the clearance.

Danny: Can I have clearance?

Alfred: No.

They laughed.

Alfred: I must ask Danny, what brought along this line of questioning?

Danny: It's the way Bruce talks about the former Robins. The official reports state their ages the way you told them, but between the lines, and the way Bruce talks about their times of Robins I imagined they were all around ten when they took up the mantel.

Alfred: That's a reasonable conclusion to reach. Even though everyone, except Damian, were already teenagers when Bruce took them in, he's always talked about them as if they were little kids. And in all honesty he still does.

Danny: Hmm, interesting. Wait so Bruce took on Dick in when he was 24?

Alfred: Yes. Not even a fully grown adult, the brain doesn't fully develop till the age of 25, but yet Bruce decided to adopt a kid 10 years younger than him.

Danny: Our family is strange.

Alfred (sipping his tea): That it is.

Later at Jason and Danny's apartment.

Danny: Dad can I ask you something?

Jason: What is it kid?

Danny: How did everyone react when you came back to life?

Jason: Oh, that is a story! So after I fought my way back to the Land of the Living I woke up in my coffin and dug my way out. I was a bit disoriented, but somehow made my way around the manor to the front door. I remember nocking and Alfred opening the door and that's it. This part I got from Alfred, I feel into his arms, he called for Bruce, and I was sent to a medical bed in the Batcave. When I came to, Bruce, Alfred, and Dick where next to me. They were happy to see me again, but very confused as to how I came back to life. I explained my story, and Dick started laughing, saying only I of all people would fight my way back to being alive. Bruce on the other hand would not stop apologizing for my death, no matter how many times I told him I forgave him. That's also when I learned that Bruce had killed the Joker.

Danny: What about Tim?

Jason: Tim was hiding behind a wall. Poor kid thought I'd be mad at him for stealing my job as Robin. I told him I wasn't mad and that I was done with all the vigilante stuff for the time, and wanted to take a break. He was also a little worried that Bruce would kick him out but we all put a stop to those concerns, he was part of the family and he wasn't getting rid of us that easily. Anyways, the next day Bruce tackled my legally dead status by creating a fake body of me and putting it in the coffin. So when the police asked questions, they saw a very alive me, and a very fake body in the coffin, and Gotham being Gotham, they didn't ask further question, and my legally dead status was revoked.

Danny: Really? No further questions? Like where you've been for the last six months?

Jason: Nope. But I was allowed to keep my death certificate.

Danny: What about Gotham high society and the general population?

Jason: We told this story that some madmen had kidnapped me and that I managed to escape and make it home. Everyone bought it, or at least knew better than to question it.

Danny: Honestly, that checks out.

Jason: Anyways, after that I started helping Tim train, and after two months of rest I decided to jump back to work and took up the name of Red Hood, and started infiltrating Gotham's criminal underground and quickly rose the ranks. Keep in mind I didn't tell anyone, so Bruce got concerned about this new guy taking over Gotham's criminals and sent Tim to spy. I quickly caught him and brought him for an "interrogation." I expected Bruce to send Tim so I prepared an evil monologue and everything. After I was done monologuing I removed my mask and started lecturing Tim about how easily I caught him, and that Bruce, Dick, and I taught him better. Tim got mad and we started having a screaming match. Shortly after that Bruce arrived and saw us. Bruce was not happy that I decided to go back to vigilante business without saying anything, but he was proud of the work I was doing, so I got away with it. And that's more or less everything.

Danny: I love this family.

Jason: Yeah, we're great. I still have a grave, right next to grandma and grandpa. ... Please don't tell Bruce I called his Martha and Thomas, grandma and grandpa, poor guy will start crying and hugging me while calling me his son.

Danny (laughing): Don't worry I won't.

(Master Post)

Current ages

Bruce - 34

Alfred - [Classified]

Dick - 25

Jason - 22

Tim - 20

Barbara - 20

Steph - 19

Cass - 19

Duke - 19

Danny - 16

Damian - 12

[chaoticwriting]

YOU ARE MARRIED 4!!??

Part 3

Clockwork: Welcome back, my boy. How does the mission go?

Danny: I'm going to assume you ask that purely out of courtesy but it is going fine. I capture Vlad and only experience some minor inconveniences.

Clockwork: Hmmm, minor inconveniences for now it is.

Danny: I'm sorry what?

Clockwork: Nothing. Anyway, you should get ready to go pick up Ellie. Also take this.

Clockwork throws a bag full of things on to Danny as he clumsily catches it.

Danny: Oh no, you are not just brushing it off. Tell me wha- AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

A green portal opens below Danny as he falls into it, leaving behind an unconscious Vlad on the floor and Clockwork standing there looking solemnly at the closing green portal.

Clockwork: I hope you will be able to face your future challenges well my boy.

-Gotham-

Batman is seriously not having a good night tonight. He just finished Riddler's riddles when he gets news that Black Mask and Bane are currently engaging in a shootout in the harbor.

It's bad enough that there are 3 rogues that are out tonight, his daughter is also not talking to him since he forced her to go on patrol tonight since she has been benched for far too long.

It's not that he doesn't understand her but he seriously needs help with both Red Robin and him injured, Red Hood is dealing with something in his territory and Nightwing is out of town. Only Spoiler, Black Bat and Robin are available since they are not supposed to patrol tonight.

When they arrive at the scene though, all they see is knocked out Black Mask and Bane, alongside a line of goons that are sitting on the ground with head hanging low like they are ashamed of something.

Upon closer inspection, they see a man standing in front of the line of goons, lecturing them about gun safety and how irresponsible they are for shooting and disturbing the night.

Batman has been doing this vigilante work for a long time and this still can easily be ranked in the top 10 of the wildest things he has seen.

But he is Batman. So he will adapt to the situation. Slowly approaching the man, he is startled and stunned when the man turns around and starts to lecture him about fighting while injured and the importance of rest.

He is about to refute the man when a black shadow passes by him and pushes towards the man. He sees the man equally startled at first and finally intercepts the fast shadow with a hug.

Everyone falls into awkward silence as everyone from the goons and the Batfamily watch as the man and Black Bat hug each other for a long time.

Batman: Ehem!

Batman's fake cough catches the attention of the two hugging figures as they separate with a clear (green?) blush on the man's face. The man turns towards the goons and urges them to go back home and thinks about what he says.

Normally, Batman would have stopped him to capture all the goons but right now, there is a lot more important matter at hand. Batman watches as the goons pick up their belongings and scramble away to what he assumes to be their home.

Batman: Are you Daniel Fenton?

Danny: Yes and I assume you are Batman.

Batman: *Grunts*

Danny: I'll take that as a yes.

Batman: What are you doing here?

Danny: I have come to pick up my daughter. Unfortunately, my luck isn't that good. I got caught up in the shootout between these two guys and their minions and decided to stop it.

Danny says as he points towards the unconscious Bane and Black Mask laying on the ground. Spoiler and Robin approach them and check their condition. After confirming they are just unconscious, they tie the two unconscious men and contact Jim to come collect the rogues.

While Batman is supervising their work, he could hear the subtle flirting happening between Danny and his daughter. He usually is very good at handling his emotions but right now, he really doesn't know how he is supposed to feel.

Batman: Let's go back first. We will continue this conversation later.

Batman then returns to the Batmobile to see only Spoiler, Red Robin and Robin following him. He stares at Spoiler as she replies with a shrugs.

Black Bat: I will show Danny the way.

Batman releases another sigh. As the Batmobile engine booms through the streets, a silent invisible car follows it from behind.

When they arrive at the Batcave, it is quite a surprise when a car suddenly appears right beside them. Its sleek black with neon green gives it a weird retro style design.

Exiting it are an unmasked Black Bat that is blushing a little and Danny that is grinning widely. Bruce can feel his eyebrows twitching when he sees the scene. He controls his impulse to go beat up Danny and calls Alfred to inform him of their guest.

They sit together in silence as all of them think of what they question they are gonna ask him when the elevator lets out a ding and comes out Alfred.

Danny turns towards the elevator and is surprised to see a familiar face.

Danny: Mr. Pennyworth. How are you doing?

Alfred: I am good, Mr. Daniel. How are you doing? Still traveling I assume.

Danny: I am also good. Hahaha. I try to do less traveling now that I have a family but you know how it is. I don't find problems, problems find me.

Stephanie: Wait, you two knew each other.

Alfred: Why yes. We go way back with him sometimes helping me and me sometimes helping him.

Danny: Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you said you want to retire from fighting.

Alfred: A lot has happened since we last saw each other. I for one become the butler of this family.

Danny: A butler? Well you do make a good tea. Wait, you mean this family. As in all of you guys are one family?

Alfred: Oh, Miss Cassandra didn't tell you? I would have assumed you know.

Danny: You know I wouldn't pressure her to tell me if she isn't comfortable about it. After all, each of us has a secret of our own, right?

To that statement, both of them just let out a little knowing smile. The rest of them are pretty stunt at the revelation that both Danny and Alfred know each other.

Stephanie: Wait, Danny. How old are you?

Danny: I am 21. Why?

Stephanie: Then how did you know Alfred? Both of you have like half a century of age difference.

Danny: Oh! I can time travel.

Tim: *While getting his hand bandaged by Alfred* You can time travel?

Danny: Well, not me. I know someone that can send me traveling through time.

Stephanie: So when Alfred said you are traveling, he means traveling through time.

Danny: Well, that and dimension too.

Tim: And why did you travel to these places?

Danny: Many reasons. Visiting someone, delivering items, and even capturing prisoners.

Tim: So you are a servant of someone?

Danny: Servant in a sense your parents ask you to do something. Sure, I could avoid him and just run away. But last time I did that, he made me write a 1000 word apology essay in an ancient language.

Bruce: Is it Clockwork the one you are talking about?

Danny: Oh you heard of him? Yeah. He is like my mentor/parental figure. He helps me train my power and solve my problems and such.

Suddenly, a little figure pounces on Danny as he easily intercepts it and spins the little figure.

Ellie: Hi Papa!

Danny: Hello, honey. What are you doing still not sleeping?

Ellie: I was waiting for Mama to return from work.

Danny: I see. But it is quite late isn't it. We should take you to bed now.

Cass: Ellie, I thought I already put you to bed before I went out.

Ellie: I woke up when you were getting out of bed. I wanted to follow you but Alfred doesn't allow me to.

Cass looks at Alfred apologetically. It seems that her daughter is more perceptive than she thought.

Alfred: I do believe that this conversation can also be postponed to the next morning. I would rather that all of you have enough energy to deal with your day tomorrow too.

Bruce & Tim: *Groan*

Stephanie: Can I have a cookie before going to bed?

Ellie: Oh, I want it too!

Cass: You shouldn't eat sweets before going to bed, sweetheart.

Ellie: But Aunt Steph is also getting a cookie.

Cass: Don't follow your aunt Steph. You don't want to have your teeth all fall off right?

Ellie: *Covering her mouth* No!

Alfred: I also agree with Miss Cassandra. It is a little too late to have a midnight snack. Master Damian is also tired from how he is holding himself.

Everyone turns towards the oddly silent Damian and sees that Damian is leaning against the wall as his head bops up and down dozing off to sleep. Bruce goes to pick up Damian that snuggles closer into Bruce's shoulder as he is being carried up to his room.

Under Alfred's insistence, everyone returns to their bedroom that night.