#just damian not having any other friends then jon comes along and is like

[livingdeadvoid]

I WATCHED BATMAN AND SUPERMAN: BATTLE OF THE SUPERSONS AND I AM NOW FULL ON IN LOVE WITH DAMIAN WAYNE AND JONATHAN KENT'S DYNAMIC

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Can you please write Damian and Jon innocently crushing on reader who has same powers as scarlet witch? Batman found her and decided to join her in batfam. When he introduced her to Jon and Damian (as they are same age) they started to crush on her.

On day one, they didn’t expect much where Damian was expressing his typical criticisms of what his father possibly saw in you while Jon, having inherited the “cheerful and friendly” gene of the Kents, was trying to make small talk with you. Despite being meek and shy, you had blown them away when you revealed your current skills in magic. The Supersons were rendered speechless from the mini show-and-tell where you showed your various skills in witchcraft. It was as if they weren’t on-guard already having Batman fill them in prior about your powers and your potential of becoming a Nexus being. Since then, their feelings had developed overtime, from best friends to realizing they had a crush on you. 

Just because they have a crush, though, on you doesn't mean everything changed. Simply take everything the two boys already had and ramp it up ten-fold. They’re constantly quipping and jabbing at each other, nudging, punching, and kicking literally right behind your back when the three of you are hanging out and walking. It also happens during missions, where it had jeopardized missions time to time as they vie for your attention; Damian displaying his intellects and tech while Jon showcases his powers as a half- Krpytonian. When you’re out of ear shot or when the duo are the only ones for the day, most of the time is spent with one of them trying to one-up the other. Jon brags how he’s able to physically stay next to you the most with his abilities that defies common-sense and the law of gravity. Damian gloats he’s the one you spend the most time with considering the fact you’re living with him at the manor. 

Ironically, having the same crush allows them to be completely in-sync. They never once talked, not even sharing a single word, when it comes to being overprotective. They’re already coordinating on-spot when they feel you and your well-being is being threatened. Damian in-charge of being the guard dog at home, where he doesn’t allow Dick, Jason, or Tim to get close to you, nonetheless sit next to you. He’s heard the rumors and read the files on Dick and Jason’s infamous rendez-vous with multiple ladies. As for Tim, it’s simply from him disliking the other. When it’s the three of you, it’s Jon’s job to distract you while Damian gets to work and makes anyone who seems suspicious to back-off through all means without letting you notice. Jon would randomly point at something so you wouldn’t see the glare and words Damian mouths to the offending party as both worked to make sure they don’t get any more rivals.  

During the one time when Batman was brainstorming with Superman who to call to help you hone your skills, they didn’t notice their sons walking past them and slowly scan the lists of names they had written so far. The world’s finest had faced many threats before but they have never felt so much fear and eeriness when the boys gave their blood-related fathers a look after loud squeaking echoes in the Batcave from the force exerted on the red marker used to draw a large X over John Constantine’s name. Little did the two men knew at that moment they were to be merely the first victims when out of nowhere, their sons appeared at the Watchtower. Forget about scolding them for eavesdropping on the Justice League’s conversation, the two vigilantes along with Nightwing, who had to get shaken out of his state of shock, were focused on stopping their respective child from further scaring the Flash into drilling through the floor from vibrating on the same spot. And it was all over the joke of his son Jai to become a vigilante pair with you just like Beast Boy and Raven. 

[venuslarkspur]

Teen Hero Shenanigans

(The Prologue)

Fall Of Girl Wonder

Summary: Your Damian’s Twin Sister who arrived 3 years after your brother, because of your late arrival you’re never excepted to become Robin, until your brother runs away and you volunteer to take his place in his absence, things are going well until Damian returns and you are thrown under the bus completely by being told you can’t be Robin anymore, after bottling up your anger you decide to go solo by running away and stealing a Batgirl costume. But you’re not alone, your sort of boyfriend joins you; which would be okay if it wasn’t your brother’s best friend of all people.

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis (platonic), Jon Kent x reader (romantic). Very bittersweet tbh, you love your bf but you’re also proving your worth to your family.

Notes: Reader and Damian are very on and off but do love each other ofc. (they only really had one another growing up in the league) To clear things up Bruce has a genuine reason for discharging reader of the Robin mantle but that’s an epilogue thing I fear, Reader is 16 so is Jon. I’d give this series maybe a 15+ rating as there will be be some heavy topics involved and some “problematic” language icl. Reader also is closest with Cass and Jason specifically, all of this isn’t at all comic book accurate but does include elements from the comics. (Also very fanony when it’s comes to the Batfam and Superfam) (I don’t own any of the characters this is fan-fiction 💙)

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, Damian runs away from home for a bit. Unless count Bruce being a semi shitty father then not a lot of warnings tbh. This is just the epilogue we haven’t even got to the real drama yet. 👏

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6 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. That’s how long you’ve held the Robin mantle, you trained none stop before even having volunteered for it. You wondered what your plan even was, as long as Damian had it you couldn’t. Then he ran away and it was all too convenient, you got the mask, the gloves and the cute boy. Were you worried about Damian? Obviously, you had panic attacks about it mid patrol, which meant whatever member of your family that was unlucky enough to be awake at that time, had to take your shift. You knew Barbara and Tim would track him eventually and were doing everything in their power, but that didn’t ease your worry, you even considered alerting your mother but you knew if she got wind of this she would force you to come back with her for your own safety, and you didn’t feel like going to back the small, sad, isolated girl you were before.

You had also gotten closer to Jon Kent, a best friend of your brother. In truth, you are immediately lovesick, so was he. But it came as a bit of bittersweet shock to you both that over your course of searching for Damian you had given up along the way and became invested in one another. Eventually it become so much more than just a mutual love for Damian, soon the Damian questions become You questions. Things progressed quickly, it went from “Do you think my brother is close by?” to “My dad and siblings aren’t home, do you wanna come over?” He makes it over every time, Alfred knows and you know that he knows. You begged him not to tell your father or anyone for that matter, he respected your decision to wait for the right time but would occasionally come in asking if you wanted anything. (You know it’s a ploy to check on you two) Clark and Lois 100% know and they approve but have been sworn to secrecy by you, you weren’t ashamed; of course not. It’s just that if you told even just one of your siblings, knowing them they would spill and accidentally tell another one of your siblings until the cycle continues and eventually reaches Damian. Though you were sure Cass already knew and you suspected Jason was catching on, but you weren’t even surprised that he was beginning to find out. He knew you well, after a good three years spending time and training with him and his group of people it became hard to keep secrets, although your weird duo did start off as a result of you being upset and jealous of Damian’s close relationship with Dick, you’re sure you’d still pick being Jason’s dysfunctional- unofficial sidekick.

As for Cass you knew there was a mutual appreciation for the fact you were both less outnumbered in terms of Bruce’s female children, sure Barbara was like an older sister to you and she always supported you over the com line on missions. But it wasn’t the same as having an actual sister, but it was unusual to call any of them your siblings, not just Cass. It took a while but the first time you remember calling one of them your brother or sister was when Dick had to come all the way and pick you up from school because of a “skiing accident” with your father, you knew immediately something must of happened because Alfred was always on time to get you, So when Dick came along you told your teacher your brother was here to pick you up instead, she waved you goodbye and as you entered the car you noticed the slight grin of his face, looking like he wanted to tease you, but he knew you weren’t so like Damian and wouldn’t even deny accepting him as a brother. You adapted much quicker than Damian, even if you have to get used to having 5 more siblings from now. (Yes I included Duke. <3)

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It was the start of Christmas month and you were just doing your rounds with Stephanie and Barbara around the mall, Steph had gotten distracted a couple of times whilst window shopping but you and Barb managed to tug her along. You were nervous as your 16th birthday was also approaching, Jon had already turned 16 and you got to see him on his birthday; by masking it as going on patrol. It was fun but the question was popped at the party on when you were planning on telling your family about your relationship, you tensed up but luckily Lois took your side and encouraged you to tell Bruce and the rest when you were ready. This is why you like her. But right now you couldn’t think of that, you had to look for a present for Jon without being suspected.

Luckily Barbara had gone in the nearby cafe to get you guys some drinks, but that still left you with Steph. Maybe if you played it calm she wouldn’t even notice, so you started searching around looking at stuff and you thought that maybe you were safe. “Whatchu got there?” She bubbled, you took about a 5 foot jump backwards before blushing intensely. “Nothing.” You said calmly whilst shoving the item back on the shelf, she put her hand on her chin as if she was inspecting you. “Sooo who’s the lucky guy then? Or girl.” She smirked, “There’s no use lying is there?” You asked, “Absolutely not, so spill.” She leaned in and studied your face, “I can’t tell you who, but I’ve been seeing someone and before you ask I’m not in any trouble.” You confess, she shrugs as if wanting to ask more; but Barbara called out to you both drinks in hand, you swiftly looked back at Steph just for her to do a zipping motion with her lips, which satisfied you enough. “What have I missed?” Barb asked, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in and spoke up. “Well I was just wondering-“ You were cut of by a notification sound on Barbara’s phone, “We need to get back to the manor, now.” She said without a hint of warmth in her voice in order to calm you. What has happened now? You had quickly all changed into costume, excepting the worst.

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You hastily made you way through the manor, Steph and Barbara in tow. Tim was waiting at the entrance to the kitchen and he tried to stop you, “Hey-don’t go in yet-“ you shrugged him off and continued on and Barbara eyed him suspiciously. You wished that you had waited, you weren’t prepared to see your newly found twin brother sitting on one of the stools with an ice pack above his brow, deep cuts layered across his arms and bruises across his neck. He must of put up a good fight against which ever one of your siblings found him, you assumed it was Dick as he was in costume and had slashes of his own. Alfred sat next to him, tending to his wounds whilst your father was stood next to him; checking out the marks Alfred wasn’t attending to, the room had now fell silent as everyone had now realised how awkward it was for Damian to see his twin sister in a Robin get up, this is the worst. You simply only stared into each other’s matching green eyes until you made the first move, you ran over and collapsed into him, giving him a bone crushing hug, he sat all tensed up before slowly returning the hug. “I’m sorry brother-I-I just.” Tears welled down your face before you threw off your mask and let it land on the other side of the room, you had never felt so relieved and guilty at the same time.

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That night you stayed with your brother as long as possible, you had so many questions but right now you just wanted to embrace his return. Since it was an uncomfortable situation for everyone, most of the family decided to stay the night. You had crossed paths with Jason mid kitchen trip and he checked in on you first, but you couldn’t pin why it felt like he was holding something in. “You know you could forget all about this Girl Wonder thing and just join me, like old times.” He proposed, you looked at him puzzled. “By old times you mean a couple months ago? Also why are you asking me this? did something happen?” You questioned but watched as he couldn’t meet your gaze, “Bruce wants to see you downstairs, but you don’t have to go-“ “Okay fair enough, I’ll go see him now.” You interrupted and walked past him and ignored his muffled rejections, as you were now approaching the main office.

You should have listened to Jason, you should have gone with him. You’d regret not listening to him.

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“Good news, you can put away the Robin costume for good now.”

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Taglist: @waterwyne @venusmorning

(Part 1 is out!)

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So I have an idea for a dp x dc fic and I'm going to throw it here since i need to get it out of my head and i'm not sure i'll ever actually write it (and as always if anyone finds my rambles interesting any/all of it us up for grabs to run with):

Elle ends up crashing into the DC universe while exploring, but despite all the dimension/multivariate nonsense that always goes down (or maybe because of it) she can't actually get back, and the levels of ectoplasm are a lot lower than most dimensions which weakens her quite a bit.

There's enough for her to survive, and use her powers a little bit, but using them too much makes her get really weak/maybe even causes serious harm depending on how much she uses.

She finds this out when she tries to open a portal home and both fails to open the portal & passes out as a result of trying. Cut to Elle waking up in Cadmus and realizing "ah, fucked up unethical science, I am familiar with this fuckery" and escapes.

In the process of escaping she comes across Kon, who isn't "finished" yet. He's alive and aged up to a teenager, but isn't quite done with his programming/whatever (this idea came to me based entirely off what I've gleaned through fandom so I don't know the canon of Kon's whole time with Cadmus). Elle immediately realizes "Oh clone baby, that's not good" and breaks him out and takes him with her.

Kon in this doesn't know he's a clone of Superman, he doesn't know a lot of things considering how early into the clone info-dumling process he was in when Elle broke him out. He barely knows language and how to read. What he does know for sure though is that Cadmus is Bad and Getting the Fuck Out is Good so he's down to go with Elle

Queue them becoming friends and being on the run together, learning about this world/dimension together and coming to see each other as family. Eventually they end up in Gotham because it's one of the places that naturally has a higher ectopalsm level and because if you're in the right area no one cares if you have no legal ID (in some circles it's a plus).

Kon gets a lot of odd jobs before eventually ending up working at a strip club or burlesque bar or something (my idea is that it's years after escaping so he's in his early 20s at this point and not just a fresh baby clone anymore and he gets into it because he likes it and it's good money) while Elle uses her ghostly knowledge/what powers she can to work as like a psychic or something like that.

Meanwhile Justice League (with alive again Superman) have found out about the escaped Superman clone and, along with Cadmus, are desperately trying to track him down. The info they have is a bit murky, so they think it's actually *two* clones, one that had Martian dnd also thrown in to the mix based off a short clip they managed to find of Elle phasing through walls.

My idea is that it'd all finally come to a head when Constantine pulls Tim (and maybe also Damian) in on a JL Dark case that involves the Lazerus Pit and for reasons ends up having to hire Elle to help. I'm thinking it's a thing that Elle is a pretty respected name in certain magic circles due to her expert knowledge on the Infinite Realms, though she refuses to work for most people who seek her out - even though the money would be good - because usually it's only evil assholes that want to hire her.

She makes a deal with Jon to help (in exchange for something that would let her get a message to Danny letting him know what happened or something like that) and Kon joins in because there's no way he's trusting a dude Elle calls the "drunk soul slut" with his baby sister unattended, he doesn't *care* if she could handle herself it's not happening.

Anyway, Tim/Kon (and maybe some Damian/Elle) shenanigans during a Lazerus Pit/demon hunting road trip where eventually everyone figures out who Kon & Elle are, Elle manages to get a stable portal setup so she can go home and come back whenever she wants (Kon getting adopted by Danny? Kon getting adopted by Danny) and Kon joining Young Justice and having a good relationship with Clark (who had a lot more time to deal with things before meeting Kon and learned about him as a person before learning he was Clark's clone).

Anyway there would be a scene at the end where Kon would be in his superhero suit for the first time and just:

Clark: Did you choose a hero name yet?

Kon: Yeah, I figured I'd go with Supernova.

Clark, feeling touched: Yeah? Any particular reason?

Kon: It's cool, it has 'Super' in the name, and really it just seemed the easiest option, I'm used to responding to Nova, so *shrugs*

Clark: Yeah? Why's that? Nickname?

Kon: I guess kinda? It's my stage name at the strip club I work at

Clark: what

Tim, brain shut down by this revelation: ...do you do private shows?

Clark: w h a t

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Colin and Damian's dynamic and each of them as individuals really intrigues me, so I wanted to continue my "Damian Wayne HC's", with their relationship and my intrepretation of things.

(By the way, I already made a post about explaining Colin's character within the canon. He is a character who is very misinterpreted and most of the time written as a Jon Kent 2.0. So if you want to understand my hc's for him more, you can go into my 'Colin Wilkes' tags and see my posts about him.)

Colin is a stoic kid. Damian is a stoic kid. So they make a pretty intimidating duo.

They both are considered 'cold' but Colin is more 'silent-cold' while Damian is 'unhinged-cold'.

Colin has always admired and loved superheroes ever since Batman saved him from Scarecrow, so his stoic persona slips away whenever he comes across one. He also does not have a 'least favorite' hero. He loves all of them.

Since Colin grew up in an orphanage and every night went out as Abuse to save people, he is very protective. Damian, naturally, is very protective. So sometimes it gets in their way when they're trying to save the other during fights and they end up just messing everything up and fuck off.

Although Colin is very stoic, before he became Abuse, he was a very shy child. He had a closed-off sadness inside him since people mostly adopted babies or toddlers. He just knew that he was too old and would be without a family.

After becoming Abuse, he first hand realized how dangerous Gotham could be to the people and the children. This filled him up with a new type of feeling, so he ended up following his heroe's foot steps and became a vigilante.

Colin (canonically) found out Damian was Robin from a single back flip. His ability to stay calm in situations and assess really helps him on the field.

Colin and Damian never go to school together, never meet up as Damian and Colin. At least not at first. Their friendship is built upon duty and mission. The realization of them being friends come to them years later.

There is only one person Damian would not hesitate to tell any sorts of secret, and that's Colin Wilkes. He just knows that no matter what, Colin would never judge him or admonish him for his flaws and mistakes.

Colin rarely sees Damian's other siblings, but Damian feels like Colin isn't very interested in them despite being a superhero fan. Which in return interests Damian. He never really understands why.

Colin is not very interested in Damian's siblings because they are so unlike Damian, it becomes very uncommonly common. Sure he likes them and admires their work very much. But they simply don't fight, think, joke or understand him like Damian.

What really intrigues Colin about Damian is that his character is exactly opposite of what a hero 'should' be. He is brash, agressive, hilarious in a fucked up way, dangerous, scary, theatrical, uncaring and scarred. He is such an uncommonly uncommon person that Colin just can't help but be his friend.

Best part of being Abuse to Colin is branding criminals' faces. He isn't sadistic really, but it gives him a deep pleasure doing it.

Damian thinks branding criminals is genius, although he refrains from doing it. Branding isn't really a Bat type of thing.

Colin doesn't really get along with Jon. Jon tries to befriend him and Colin knows that he is a good kid. But befriending Jon (or any other friend of Damian) means patrolling the streets as a trio rather than a duo. He can't really explain it, but it just feels wrong to imagine Damian in a three person group. He isn't jealous or anything, he is perfectly fine with Damian patrolling with Jon. It's just that he feels like, with Damian, it's supposed to be a duo. Bringing a third person messes up the dynamic for him and Damian.

After Alfred's death, Damian (canonically) ends up leaving the Manor and continuing on his own. And for a while Damian and Colin end up living together. These are the times where they really see what they mean to each other.

Damian sometimes really struggles to see or understand what really Colin is to him. A friend, ally, rival, lover, brother? He really doesn't know. What he knows though is that Colin means so much to him and that he will keep being at his side as long as he's allowed.

When someone hurts Colin, he will hurt them as much as they hurt him. An eye for an eye.

When someone hurts Damian, he will hurt them ten times more and they'll regret ever touching him.

Although Colin is a Batman fan, he doesn't have his moral code. He won't go out of his way to kill someone, but if they do end up dying he won't care as much as he should.

When Damian was a kid and would kill someone, he wouldn't feel anything. After Bruce's influence, in those rare times that he kills someone, all he hears is his father's voice in his head. So sometimes he wonders whether he is a bad person for feeling remorse because of his father and not for actually killing someone.

Both Colin and Damian aren't touchy people.

Colin isn't a touchy person because he rarely got them when he was little and now he just doesn't find the appeal in it. He doesn't really care or desire for it as much as other kids.

Damian on the other hand basically has haphephobia (fear of touch). He doesn't trust anyone to get that much close to him. Although he doesn't feel pain from touching, he feels lightheaded and reflexively presses his arms into his body as close as he can. This of course makes him uncomfortable. And in extreme cases, flashbacks and bad memories fill him up.

So these were some of my hc's for Colin and Damian. I don't know what you guys think of their relationship (whether it's romantic or pure friendship) so think of these as anyway you want.

[onmyyan]

Endless Again

CH. TWO

TW'S: Canon typical violence, yandere, 

Jon tapped his foot along to the rhythm of the song gently humming through Damian's car, unlike his brooding companion he was thrilled to be starting college, it felt so typical! Like he was any other twenty-one-year-old about to enter the next chapter of their life, for once, he didn't feel like he had to be Superboy, his father's unmeasurable shadow was far from the walls of Gotham U, he could just be Jon.

The bright-eyed male hummed happily as they pulled into the private parking lot of the school, he was awed at the looming structure, still not quite used to the fancy dancy university, and while he couldn't be more excited at the sight, he could practically feel the dark cloud over Damian's head.

While he was used to the sour expression on his friend's face, he couldn't help but notice the irregular pattern of his heartbeat, he was particularly irate, so when his cat-like glare focused in on Jon's shaking leg, he immediately stopped, his sheepish whisper of "Sorry" was ignored by the Wayne heir.

The dynamic duo made their way into Gotham U with two vastly different expressions. People tended to stare at Damian when he walked through a room, so Jon was used to the looks, however, he wasn't used to people staring at him like this, hushed whispers and not-so-subtle glances were on the two of them all day, and Jon, being the person he was, returned those looks with a big smile, he didn't seem to notice the effect he had on people, the flustered state his boyish grin left them in, while Damian kept his scowl facing forward, his chin upturned, his tolerance for the day was thin enough as is, he could do without the lemurs gossiping through the halls.

He was counting down the seconds until he could return home and get back to the work he felt actually mattered. Jon babbled on beside him as they walked to their shared first course, he cared for his friend, truly he did, but his patience was paper thin, and the thought of entertaining conversation was out of the question, nothing would make this shit-show bearable, at least that's what he assumed.

After your first course, you stepped into the crowded, well-lit ivory-covered halls, and felt someone's eyes on you, once you turned to the source, you were quickly met with a loud squeal that brought an instant grin to your face.

A pleasant gift from the universe came in the form of Dana Hoyt, the now twenty-two-year-old, had been the one person in high school brave enough to try and be your friend. While short in duration, your friendship had begun to truly bloom that last year, unfortunately, she was a year ahead of you and in turn, graduated before you. You recognized her warm aura and without thinking opened your arms for the bear hug you knew was coming.

She all but sprinted across campus when she spotted you, cutting her way through a whole crowd of rich kids, all of who looked at her as if she'd grown an extra head, her wide smile was met with your own, and the hug brought forth an unfamiliar, yet welcome feeling. "Holy shit!- When I read your name in the list of first years I was like no fucking way it's her but it is! Hi!!" Her excitement to see you was genuine, that much you could tell.

Your smile was bigger than it had been in ages, "Hi Dana, how are you?" you watched as she seemed to light up even more, "We have soo much to talk about oh my god." she quickly linked arms with you as she began to lead you around, taking on the unofficial role of your tour guide.

She made sure you knew where every one of your professor's classes was, and by the time lunch rolled around, it had felt like you picked up right where you left off in high school.

As your new-old friend went on about the best places to eat near campus, you were busy surveying the area for potential threats and made eye contact with a rather gloomy-looking young man sitting beneath a tree, his whole aura read 'leave me the hell alone', and you could get that, he almost seemed to be pouting as he sat there, with a small book in one hand and a granny smith in the other, he held this air of untouchability around him.

Even with the distance between you, you could tell he was the kind of pretty that was unfair, a head full of dark well kept hair, his warm, tan skin wrapped in a black turtleneck that showed off his wide chest, the matching dark coat he wore fluttered in the breeze, he looked as if he belonged on the cover of a magazine. He held your gaze, his foul expression shifting to something more curious, his plump lips curled up, just the slightest, he took a purposeful bite of the apple in his hand, tongue just barely poking out to swipe at the juice beading on his bottom lip, a thick brow raised ever so slowly as if to ask you 'what?' you felt a flutter of something, odd, in your tummy at the action, a smirk of your own grew at the new feeling, your staring contest was only broken when Dana snapped a manicured hand in front of your face, breaking you from whatever weird spell he put you under.

"Oh, I'm sorry was my wonderful, free, information boring you?" she asked as if offended, but you could tell from her smile she was teasing, huffing out a laugh, you played with the skin of your lip, and in the best apologetic tone you could muster, "Sorry hun- Guess I got a little distracted." She turned her head to face whatever it was that stole your attention, her expression turning mischievous, "Oh nevermind honey- I totally get it. Damian Wayne has that effect on people." she not so subtly elbowed your side, "He's a total smoke show but has a nasty streak, he's been here just as long as you have and has already made a professor cry." You snorted at this, now even more intrigued. 

Shaking your head to rid your mind of the man, you stood, pulling the shorter woman up with a charming smile that had her pout fading, "C'mon, lemme' buy you a snack to make up for my goldfish-like attention span." She beamed at you, once more linking your arms to sing out, "Thank you suga' mama." 

By the time a mid-day assembly was called, a rather ugly feeling had taken residence in your stomach, and that sinking feeling had only worsened when you were ushered into what looked like the university auditorium.

As much as you wanted to throw yourself into the college experience, something poked and prodded at the back of your mind, like a gnat buzzing around your ear, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, like detrimentally wrong. It was the same feeling you got before a bad storm or when one of your wannabe assassins took a shot at you.

Dana had ushered you to a spot in the back of the large auditorium, and it wasn't until then you realized what was wrong, passing by a rather greasy-looking middle-aged man in a custodial outfit, your stomach curled in on itself hard enough to stop you in your tracks, his beady black eyes were scanning the room, specifically the entrances, you tilted your head as you tried to focus in on him, fighting off the headache at the sudden influx of thoughts, you pinched your thigh in an attempt to focus on the one mind, the uncomfortable sensation made you queasy, but you pushed through the pain and, as if a switch had been flipped, all the clutter fell into a dull whisper, the strange man's thoughts had become the loudest in the room, and what you managed to catch made the hairs on your nape stand on edge.

"About 140, 150 yuppies here maybe- that kinda body count will get us on the front page no doubt."

You nearly jumped in place as the rest of the room faded back in, your chest began to rise and fall as you stared the lanky man down, he fiddled with his pockets, and while you didn't know exactly what he was planning, his dark, heavy thoughts spoke for themselves. You took a deep breath before turning to face your friend.

"Oh damn, are you okay? Your nose." She said almost panicked, beginning to hastily search through her bag for a tissue, you brought a finger to your nose, and as she had said, crimson stained it. You wiped at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket, forcing your voice to be as calm as it could, "Don't worry, I get these randomly, s'no biggie." your casual tone managed to pacify her worries, Before she could continue to her seat, you racked your brain for the best plan of action.

You couldn't risk exposing yourself, not after how hard you worked to keep your nature in the shadows, but you also couldn't just do nothing, whatever this asshole had in mind ended in a body count, and from his wording, you knew he wasn't alone.

Muttering a quiet fuck it you turned her to face you.

"Okay, this is gonna sound batshit but everyone here is in danger." You spoke in an even tone, wide eyes flickering from the man to the exits. The look you held at that moment had her arms covered in goosebumps, something in your gaze sent a cold chill up her spine. Despite not having seen you for a few years, she knew you well enough to know you were deadly serious.

"What are you talking about? The assembly is about to start-" you placed your hands on her shoulders, her protest dying on her lips at the hard stare you gave her, "I need you to trust me okay? If we don't do something right now people will die- you understand? I know it sounds insane-but right now, I need you to believe me when I say these people gotta' get the hell outta here." She stared into your eyes for a second, weighing her options before she went with her gut and started nervously chewing her thumb, "Fuck- okay quickest way to get these people running is a fire alarm but you'll never cut through this crowd-"

Before she could finish you were scanning the room when your eyes found the little red box just slightly poking out from the curtain on stage, you twisted your hand, subtly near your chest, Dana caught a glance at the brief flash of red and not a second later, the shrill ring was screaming across the entire campus. For good measure, you twisted the sprinklers on the ceiling drenching the room and everyone in it in a flash. The added panic of water had almost everyone rushing to the exit.

"Go on, I'll be right behind you." You yelled over the loud alarm, arms stretching over one another, you watched her leave as you began to follow the foul mix of anger and anxiety that hung around that man, he seemed to rush in the opposite direction of the mob of students, as you stalked his aura like a bloodhound, Damian was busy trying to figure out what the hell just happened, one second he was finishing the last chapter in his book, the next he was covered in water, Jon winced at the alarm, the two sharing a look as their instincts kicked in.

"You smell a fire?" The green-eyed male asked his taller friend, Jon shook his head no, palms covering each ear, "Get out of here." Damian demanded, tossing what was no doubt an expensive coat on the soaked seat he once sat in, Jon opened his mouth to no doubt argue, but Damian stopped him with a raised palm, he had begun rolling up his sleeves as he dismissed him, "Something's up, and as long as that thing is blaring you're a liability- make sure everyone's out." Jon sighed through his nose and began to gently usher the stragglers her saw to the courtyard.

You had a curious look on your face as you stealthily followed the man's trail, you could feel the presence of several individuals behind the wall, pressing yourself against it, you heard the men's voices arguing with one another. 

"What the hell Tony? all you had to do was push a button! How'd ya manage to fuck that up?" The gruff man seemed to hit whoever this Tony was, "Me? I ain't do shit, one of you must have set off that damn alarm." The familiar voice of the greasy man from before responded, just as angry, "The pigs are comin' we should just bail before they get there-"

"Fuck that. I spent weeks planning, this was supposed to put us on the map!- no we're still blowing this bitch to high hell, we'll just have to get creative."

They began making their way towards the door so you quickly flew around a different corner, just in time as the door slammed open not a second later.

As you watched the scene, brow furrowing at the black duffle bag they gently carried out to the middle of the hallway, Damian was busy watching you. He'd been making his way around when he saw you looking rather suspiciously outside a door, the alarm had finally stopped so he could hear the loud voices shouting from inside the room, he felt the need to observe more before making his move, and he's so glad he did as you flew back toward him in a blur or crimson, you seemed so focused on the group of men he took the opportunity to try and subdue you.

The key word there being try because as he went to put you in a headlock you spun to face him with a swiftness he hadn't anticipated, with an oddly hypnotizing movement your hands flicked upward, he felt this unmovable pressure on his wrists, now pinned at his side against the wall, as he struggled a bit he took note of the shimmering ruby light surrounding his limbs, the same shade could be seen in your gaze as you stared at him, your eye's seemed to widen in recognition.

"Release m-" before he could finish you surprised him once more by pressing your soft palm against his mouth, he hated himself for the flush it brought up his neck, he'd been trained for these exact situations, but something about you was so enigmatic, he actually felt flustered. He resisted the urge to bite you, but that was made all the harder by you leaning over to whisper, "Quiet now pretty boy," you took a peek around the corner as the men had stopped to unload what looked to be a gaggle of homemade explosive devices, handing them out amongst their little group, "-that is unless you want to be blown up." he forced himself to ignore the way your tone and close proximity raised his heartbeat, "Now I'll let you go, but if you try to touch me again I'll knock your teeth into your stomach." You waited for him to nod before releasing him.

He all but jumped away from you, the sneer on his face falling a bit as he registered your words, "How many of them are there?" he rubbed at his wrists and pulled a small switchblade from his boot. "Four, but more importantly you should beat it, I can take em'." He scoffed, rolling his pretty green eyes as if that were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, "That's my line imbecile- get outside before you get yourself killed." You laughed at the man's audacity.

"I was doing just fine till' ya tried to jump me brat."

"I thought you were a criminal." he seemed to shrug it off, his brashness made you let out a huff of amusement, rubbing the bridge of your nose you shook your head.

"Right well," cracking your neck with a sigh, "I got some bad guys to break so if you don't mind." You moved to leave your hiding place before being stopped, the grip he had on your arm was firm, not painful. "Enough of this- You had a better view than I did so quickly, tell me what you know." you peeled his fingers away from your skin, throwing the hand off as if it had offended you, "Not a lot, just that they got what appears to be enough C-4 to turn this whole school into rubble and in the time it'll take me to explain to you how I know that, I can just stop em'."

"Can you do something about the lights?" He asked resigning himself to the fact that your stubborn ass wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Say please." You all but sang out, the teasing edge made him scoff once again, pooling even more of those wretched butterflies to his gut, he calmed his heart, and just as the bitter words formed on his tongue, a melodic laugh left your lips, "I'm kiddin' Whatever you're about to do I got your back." and with a cheeky grin, you snapped your fingers and the hallway was shrouded in darkness.

A collective cry of surprise came from the group, he took that as his cue to run up toward the largest man in the circle, he kicked off the wall to gain some height, bringing his elbow down on the man's head, he felt the big guy crumble under the pain, he then hit a pressure point on the back of the criminal's neck, putting him out of commission, seemingly panicked by the painful cry of their leader, a gunshot echoed out in the dark, briefly lighting up the hall well enough for him to see a shaking man holding a smoking firearm towards the last place he saw you.

A rage filled his chest, a true blood-boiling rage he hadn't felt since he was a boy, and while in the short time he'd known you, you were a certified pain in his ass, you were a pain in the ass civilian, enhanced or not. And you fell under his protection, quickly disarming the man, he brought his palm up harder than he needed to and broke the nose of the offender. He dropped low to avoid a punch, taking his blade he thrust it in between the bastard's knee, taking a twinge of joy from his broken wails.

A flash of red came from behind him, whispy strands of crimson curling around the remaining two panicked men's waists, in a move he could compare to someone playing ping-pong, he listened as you threw them against the walls, the impact so hard Damian swore he heard bones snap, the thought eased his anger immediately, and he shook away the confusing feelings as the lights flickered back on.

You stood over the unconscious bodies with a wild grin on your face, the two of you panting, he removed his knife from the knee of your would-be assailant and wiped it against his side, after tucking the blade away he made his way over to your visibly excited form.

"Hell of a first day huh?" He felt his lips curl at the strange woman before him, nodding as the familiar sounds of sirens flooded his ears, looks like he found a good reason to stick around this shit-show after all.

[002yb]

Can you do Jason and Tim a little obsessed with Dick's back dimples? Bonus if Jason is jealous because Tim is looking at his boyfriend

The Wayne family traveling incognito to Metropolis for some event that Clark is doing a cover story on. While Bruce will donate anonymously to the cause, they're there to volunteer along with the other Kents + friends (the cause: getting kids active and keeping them healthy).

Only Tim and Kon are decidedly not participating because they're loafing off on the sidelines, leaning against some half-wall. Both of them bent at their waists, chins in their hands as they marvel one Dick Grayson.

'Your brother is smoking hot, just saying.'

Which, objectively - yes. There's no disputing that. Nothing more attractive than a man being patient and good with kids - teaching them to cartwheel and somersault and flip.

More than that, apparently? And Tim knows this isn't universal, it's very much a 'Dick makes it attractive' sort of deal, but: crop top.

The volunteer shirt didn't come that way, but Dick managed to crop his shirt someway, somehow and it's a treat for everyone. The kids giggle because it's silly while everyone else shamelessly ogles.

And it's not immodest, but hot damn: suns out guns out, abs for days, and back dimples. Straight up dimples of Venus, right there at Dick's lower back.

'Ugh, shut up.' Tim still says because Dick being something of a dream besides, it's still Dick.

And Kon proceeds to tease Tim about how Tim shouldn't be jealous because Tim is bangin'. So bangable. ;)

And Tim scoffs but gets flirty right back because, right back at ya ;)

Kon vocalizing everything Tim will never say. About wanting to press their thumbs to those dimples just to feel the dip in them. Not so much to hold onto in any sexual way because meh - Kon would rather be split open if it's Dick please thanks, but like. It's different. Kon can't explain it.

But he doesn't need to because Tim understands already.

It's like wanting to touch art and Tim gets that - has seen enough marble sculptures to see the similarities and know the temptation to have what he can't

Not because Dick wouldn't allow it, but because his gatekeeper boyfriend would throw an actual fit

Said boyfriend who, on cue, storms across the venue - stripping off his sweatshirt only to yank it over Dick's head and down his torso, thus ending everyone's little peep show of the fine art

But Tim can't help but cackle because Jason is so damn cute about it

Jason, chiding Dick and holding the sweatshirt down as Dick tries to contort his way out of it because it's hot ugh come on

And Tim's gaze shifts - settling on Jason's exposed pecs

A trade-in of equal value, he would say.

And Kon, shuffling awkwardly and all flustered swearing to Tim, 'You know I wouldn't give you up for the world...' to which Tim tilts his head in a show that he's listening, but Tim's gaze stays fixed on the toddies. So do Kon's. 'but like...your other brother is also smoking hot.'

It ends up being that Dick finishes out the day in the sweatshirt (to which he almost, almost manages to crop) while Jason ends up wearing Dick's crop top (because the dickjay possessiveness goes both ways). Somehow Jason looks even more salacious than before though.

And off to the side, entirely more wholesome than Tim and Conner, would be Damian and Jon. And Jon goes full conspiracy theorist because, 'Isn't your brother a little too handsome? Do you think he's actually your dad and my dad's--' and Damian is haunted by the thought because, could it be?? Thus begins Damian and Jon's misadventures in getting DNA samples and it's silly but cute.

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: but since the world’s obsessed with saying ‘psych’ (pt.2)

summary: Milkshakes, fries, trespassing and mild auto theft :D

Jon bounced on his toes, hands behind his back as he waited for the teacher to poke their head in and allow them both to leave. That was the only way Damian would let them leave would be if they were formally dismissed, and for some unknown reason, he was ready to do anything the other boy said, as long as it meant they’d be going to the diner together.

At first glance, it seemed as if Damian was fully invested in his book, but a bit closer and he was watching the bouncing teen from the corner of his eye, resisting a smile as the earlier characterization of him being a puppy ruled correct. His clothing needed work, and his mannerisms as well, and he’d make that known once he figured out just how long this would actually last.

“Mr. Kent, Mr. Wayne, you are both free to go.” The teacher finally dismissed them, and Jon hovered over Damian’s chair, watching as he arranged his things in his messenger bag.

He slung it over his shoulder, shooting the excited teen a mildly annoyed look. “And you were offended about the puppy comparison.” 

“I’m holding onto that, I will turn the gremlin thing onto you eventually.” Jon smirked, looming above him. “Would you look at that, you’ve got the height part down already.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, holding onto the strap of his bag. “Do you want me to come or not?”

The other only chuckled, holding the door for him. “But of course, Your Highness. Forgive my words.”

He sniffed, nose in the air as he played along. “I suppose you’ve been pardoned. Now, onwards to the feast.”

The face lasted a moment longer before they both dissolved into laughter, moving down the halls of the school at a swift pace.

“We’ll have to walk.” Jon noted, once they were out at the pick up area. 

“The sun is up, does not seem like an issue.” Damian brushed it off. “You have directions and I wish to have lunch, so the quicker we’re off, the better.”

“Yes, of course, your very royal highness.” Jon rolled his eyes, beginning to stride away in one direction, longer legs making for quicker strides. 

“Hey!” the other boy protested, jogging to keep up. The taller one laughed, speeding up more.

 “Asshole.” he heard Damian mutter, smiling to himself. Yeah, so maybe he was, but really, it was all worth it to mess with him.

They ran down the streets of the city, Damian calling out obscenities as Jon cackled, always a few paces ahead. He slowed as they neared their destination, letting the shorter boy catch up and swat at him.

“See if I ever come with you again!” He huffed, holding onto the strap of his messenger bag, tugging at the collar of his green pullover.

“Aw, come on, D ,” he said, nickname coming out mockingly. “If we’re gonna be friends, you gotta keep up with your little gremlin legs.”

He groaned. “Oh my God , fuck off. How many jokes are you going to be making about this? Gets old pretty quick you know, J .”

“A bad word !” Jon gasped, now walking in tandem with him. “Whatever will your family say?”

“They’d wash my mouth out with soap.” Damian deadpanned. “Only there wouldn’t be any left by the time they’d finished with my brother.”

He snorted, before tugging on his sleeve, boldly slipping his hand into the smaller caramel one. “C’mon, we gotta cross the street.”

Damian said nothing, only flushing mildly. Jon looked anywhere but at him, cursing the fact that the paleness of his skin did nothing to hide the growing red creeping up his face.

He let go as they reached the other side, gallantly opening the door for the other boy, bowing slightly as he did so. The other boy made a clicking noise, one that he’d so often associated with negative things, now sounding mildly amused. If he’d looked up, he would have seen the slight shake of his head, lips turning up a tic.

A blond freckled girl with the same piercings as Jon came up as they entered, tying back her apron without looking up.

“Hello, welcome to-” She paused looking up at the two, a grin spreading on her face. “Jonathan Samuel, why haven't you come around and who is this beautiful boy?” 

Jon looks sheepish. “Hey Kath. I been busy lately, how’re your folks?” 

Damian was almost appalled, flushing from the girl’s words and marveling at how easily Jon slipped into a much more civilized manner, southern accent showing when he spoke to her.

They stopped in their conversation, Jon pulling Damian in front of him. “This is Damian, he’s…a friend.”

Kathy’s eyes sparked at him. “A friend you say, huh?” She eyed him for a minute, before turning to Damian. “What’d he do to you?”

“Kathy!” Jon barked, flushing.

“Ain’t no way he bagged a pretty thing like you, you gotta be here because he did something to ya and now he’s tryna make it up.”

He raised an eyebrow at Jon. “You do this a lot?”

“Taking that as a yes.” Kathy nodded. “You look prep, he knock your books over?” 

A devilish smirk came over his face and Jon was hit with the reminder of gremlin-like. “Well, that’s one way to put it, but really, the whole story is a lon-MPFFH!” 

His mouth was covered and instinctively he licked the palm, biting at the hand as it was wrenched away from his mouth in disgust. Jon wiped his palm on his jeans while Damian wiped his mouth, both disgusted. Kathy ( The traitor, Jon thought bitterly,) was doubled over laughing, arm propped on the podium holding menus for stability.

“Y’all make such a funny pair, never thought I'd see the day someone corralled Jon.” She giggled as Jon shot her a dirty glare.

“Oh, like you weren’t just as bad! You got a piercing every time I did and you dyed your hair black, and I bet fifty bucks you still wear your eyeliner like I do!”

“Mm, yeah the black hair was not my proudest moment but also, it was like 8th gradebordering freshman year, and i’m attempting to reform.” She put her hand to her heart dramatically. “Of course, I tend to relapse when you drag me into shit.”

“Like you’re complaining.” Jon laughed. “Now, table for two, please.”

They eventually made it to a table, ordering two milkshakes (an almond milk one for Damian) and a side of fries. 

The whole thing was oddly date-esqe and it made the both of them desperate for small talk. Damian, ever equipped with manners and experience in polite conversation, started up the questions.

“So, when you said you were raised in a barn, what did you mean?” 

Jon seemed to light up, recounting his old life in Kansas, talking about the farm he’d grown up on, his and Kathy’s old adventures, and stopped once he mentioned moving to the city.

“Kath moved here a bit ago, we’d kept in touch but don’t see each other too much anymore. She’s still my best friend and stuff but the city’s weird.”

Their food arrived and they shared the snack, chattering on about things. By the end of it, Jon had learned Damian had six siblings and several brothers-in-laws that hung around their father’s large house, as well as many pets. He liked art and led the art club with his friend Skylar, and had met Maya and Colin in elementary school.

Damian learned that Jon had been raised a well-mannered southern boy, as much as he tried to deny it and undo the teachings now. He saw flecks of homesickness when he talked of the country, sadness when he spoke of his parents who had once been there and were now constantly busy, leaving him with his older brother, even though said brother had his own life.

It was insane to the both of them just how much they’d learned about each other after one civil interaction, how much they were being drawn to one another. It was all getting much too sappy and feelings-like for the both of them, so they split the bill and walked out into the night, afternoon sun shining a bit lower in the sky, not quite yet sunset. 

“C’mon, we’ve got some time before it gets dark. Let’s just chill for a bit.” Jon gestured towards the signs pointing to the parks around the city. 

They wandered around a bit, going towards the edge of the city where the forests were. “Hey, wanna wander around here a bit?” Damian said, breezing past him through the broken gate. 

Jon eyed the sign, hanging off one side of the wire. “I’m pretty sure that says no trespassing, D.” 

“The gate’s broken, it isn't as though we’re committing some great offense.” He knocked the gate with a shoulder and the sign fell off. “Oops, there’s no longer a sign to read.”

Jon looked scandalized, what was this, some sort of personality switch? “You’re insane.”

“C’mon, the sun's not down yet.” He went through the brush, raising an eyebrow as Jon refused to follow, bouncing on his toes nervously.

“Scared, farm boy?” He taunted, Jon scowling and taking a step forward.

  Knew that would work.

“Not a chance, darlin’.”  The other boy followed after, pet name slipping from his tongue easily. “I am blaming you though, if we end up being caught doing something as stupid as this.”

Damian scoffed, walking through the thicket. “With your demeanor, I'd assumed you knew the most important thing about doing something mildly illegal.”

“And what is that, exactly?” 

He swallowed as the other boy turned, mouth going dry as a mischievous smirk was shot his way. The words that followed, however, were completely unexpected. 

“Don’t get caught.”

They made it around, exploring the tangles of greenery and knocking branches into each other’s faces when they heard the beginning of a party. The sun was hanging dangerously low in the sky, still not yet sunset. 

“Damian, we’re gonna get in trouble,” Jon hissed. “We should go.” 

“Shhh.” the other boy waved at him, creeping closer. It’s been awhile since he’d done something like this, but he felt the once familiar excitement creep up on him, an amazing feeling that he was determined to chase. He was nearly there, when a branch behind him snapped .

The chatter from the place stopped, and Damian squeezed his eyes shut, cursing everything. Slowly he turned to the culprit, mouthing at him to ’Move back, you idiot, you’re going to get us caught.’

Someone from the other side of the brush called out, “Hello?”

”Shit.” Damian backed away, and suddenly footsteps began coming towards them. 

“This is private property, you’re trespassing!” The voices were mixing together and the steps getting closer and suddenly he turned, snatching Jon’s hand and bolting, uncaring of how loud it was.

”HEY!” the voices behind them screamed. Jon seemed paler than usual as they burst through the brush out into a clearing with a dirt road leading out. 

“There must be a vehicle around here somewhere, they did not walk down here…” He murmured, glancing around the area. He turned, letting go of the other boy’s hand and smacking him lightly on the cheek, frozen blue eyes coming to attention and locking on his green ones.

“Is Houston having a problem up there, Hayseed?” 

Jon seemed to come back to life, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Finally, he blinked a few times, blurting out “You’re actually clinically insane.”

“So you’ve said.” The shorter boy deadpanned. “Thought you would have done this kind of shit all the time with your track record.” 

Jon attempted to sputter out a response as Damian looked around, finally spotting a few bikes and ATVs hidden behind a small fence.

“Well, when we were gonna get caught, we ran the other fuckin’ way, not towards it!”  He followed Damian, still talking and waving his hands in the air. 

“Keep your voice down.” Damian hissed at him, climbing the wiring and swinging a leg over to the other side. “And move your skinny ass, we’re gonna book it out of here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jon retorted, doing as he said anyways. “You’re the most asshole goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet I’ve ever met and a day into getting to know you and we’re on the run and you’re climbing fucking fences and holy shit are you hot-wiring the fucking bike? ”

Damian had produced some small tools from his messenger bag, prying into the closest vehicle, which happened to be a motorcycle. “Yes, now shut up and go pick the lock on the fence.”

He tossed him a kit and waved him away, Jon smirking as he moved towards the lock. “Bold of you to assume I knew how to do that.”

He snorted. “Please, it would be an embarrassment to yourself and your reputation if you couldn’t at least do that .” 

The bike started up, and he swung a leg over it, grinning at the noise of the engine. He guided it over to the entrance, where Jon had successfully opened it. “Get on.” 

”What the hell?” a screech came from where they’d come out of the brush. ”Yo, someone’s jacking your Dad’s Harley!”

Jon needed no more prompting, barely getting on as Damian hit the gas, propelling forwards and zooming past the trail in record time.

He had an iron-clad grip around the other’s waist, fear dissipating as they cleared the area.

 “Holy shit. ” he whispered. “Holy fucking shit.” 

The sun was setting now, painting the sky beautiful colors of orange, pink, yellow, and deep blue. The rush of adrenaline was catching up with him now and the events of what had just happened came crashing down on him. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud laugh, whooping as they shot back into city limits. 

“You didn't leave your mind back there, did you, Kent?” Damian called over the roar of the engine. “I’d hate to have to explain that to your brother.”

Jon was still giggling as he leaned forwards, loosening his grip on the boy in front of him. “No, just the rush. Dude, how’d you learn how to do all of that? Like, God, that was so cool , and if we ever get caught we’re in so much trouble , but it was freaking awesome!”

“I’m glad you thought so.” he responded dryly, slowing the bike down. “We can leave this here, and we’ll walk the rest of the way.”

The sky was close to dark as they walked back up to the nicer areas of the city, pausing at the Waynes’ residence. 

“Thank you for inviting me today,” Damian told him as they reached the gate, the line perfectly practiced. 

Jon stared at him blankly. “This isn't a gala, dude, you don’t have to thank me. You’re a pretty cool guy, not at all what i expected.”

He bumped him on the shoulder gently, the atmosphere softening. “If anything, I should be thanking you, because I haven't had this much fun for a while. I honestly didn’t think you had it in ya, but after this and you kickin’ my ass, i’m pretty sure i misjudged you completely.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Kent.” Damian said after a moment of silence. “But today, you’ve seen more of me than most people have.”

“Friends?”

“I suppose so.” 

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth 66

1) What are the Young Titans and New YJ’s own worst nightmares?

2) Building in Question 1, how do they cope with that night terror and try going back to bed, that’s if they can and have to stay up all night?

3) If Robin!Jake was sick and couldn’t patrol that night but Mar’i was away at Tamaran for that night, would Chris and/or Jon take over as Robin for him?

4) Did Jon’s pet dog Ranger ever go on adventures with his owner/friend the way Krypto does with Conner and Chris?

5) speaking of whom, how does Ranger get along with the rest of Jon’s team?

Good questions @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 :D

1:

Jake: seeing his family die, bludhaven being destroyed, Robert turning evil.

Mar’i: boyfriend Chris dying, seeing herself & mom getting (ahem) “physical” by others, love one’s dying.

Robert: seeing his dads car on fire, with him & his half-sister coming out of the wreck zombified & buring

Irey: seeing her family get killed by Zoom by being too slow.

Jai: seeing the error screen when playing games XD kidding (sort of ;p) I say being powerless & slow watching his family zoom on by.

Lian: having a building crush on her

Cerdian: hmmm a say a group of whale hunters attacking him with harpoons (🤷🏻‍♂️)

Jon Kent: seeing the county he grew up in destroyed, his favorite tree getting set on fire, family dying, & Damian turning into a evil vampire.

Damian: being told by his family that he is worthless

Hunter: seeing his family die, paradise island being destroyed, seeing his mom hurt & chained up by Ares.

Arthur: being hunted down by a demonic Black Manta (who in my universe is a crazy guy who sees everybody as Aquaman, yes everybody XD)

Connor: being replaced by a taller dark skin version of him (get it? No ok XD) I say getting shot at by hundreds of arrows while stuck on those target “signs”

Hector: seeing his parents die in combat or his dad killing his mom.

2: usually telling themselves it’s ok, it’s not gonna happened just a dream; maybe sneaking into their parents/siblings (if they got any) room to sleep with them.

3: sure hmmmmm I say Jon since him & Jake almost look alike, maybe Chris can use his dark powers to make his hair black. Jon & Chris would take pictures of themselves wearing a Robin outfit acting silly (making silly faces, putting their butts at the camera & doing anime poses) & show Jake to cheer him up for not going on patrol.

4: hmmmm yes & no, a bad guy who kidnaps dogs (not a dog catcher) & turns them into coats. Ranger was sadly one of these dogs who got kidnapped after Jon let ranger out to go to the bathroom, but thankfully Jon, as Superboy, tracked down the “Dog Stealer” & stops him & frees ranger & the other dogs.

5: pretty good, he loves sniffing the teams butts especially Arthur’s cause it smells like fish XD (kidding)

Jokes aside Ranger loves Jon’s team.

Note: in my universe Tamaran is gone like Krypton (cause I’m not really a diehard StarFire fan knowing every lore detail) so Kory & her sister are “The Last Daughters of Tamaran” to make things interesting.

Ranger doesn’t really exist in my universe, his role is replaced by Krypto, who is smart enough to act like a normal dog when Jon is growing up before his powers kicked in. (Not hate for ranger, I feel like he ain’t that important, we only saw him in like two different books)

Thanks for the questions! Let me know if you got more! :D

[arabian-batboy]

I know you mentioned wanting to talk about damian earlier so what is your ideal direction for damians character? Assume you can retcon out details of Canon events

I think I talked about this a lot on my blog here and there, but Its not like I have ONE very detailed direction for his character and honestly I'm starting to try my hardest to not think about what we could have, because I know it will probably never happen and I would just make myself sad.

As for what I want, it depends if you mean from this point-on or if I could just go back in time to a certain point since Lazarus Planet is still going and I have a feeling it will fuck up do a lot of changes to Damian, so we will have to wait to see what happens. Either ways, I personally just want everything that happened since 2016 to be undone, I don't care how, just erase it all and lets pretend like the last issue of R:SoB was just released and lets start from there.

You know what's funny, even though Damian's fanbase is extremely diverse, almost all of us have been asking for only one of two things for so many years now, which are either A) bring back Maya & Suren and have Damian form a team with them B) have Damian be forever trapped as Jon's partner in a Super Sons comic that doesn't end (which I’m obviously not here for.)

That's it, there are really no huge amount of Damian's fans who are asking for anything else, yet DC keeps doing stories that no asked for that are always forgotten about after they end. Not only have they completely discarded point A, but they actually even have the balls to semi-discard point B, which I’m actually glad about don’t get me wrong, but I’m just surprised considering how feral and loud SS’s fans are, so if THEY can’t have what they want, I’m afraid no Damian’s fan can wish for anything, even though again, we're easy to please and what we want done with his character is clear as the day (we’re are not asking for much either)

Now if I was like the CEO of DC, I will just be an asshole who ignores continuity and have Damian deaged to like maybe 11/12 years old, put him back in his classic costume and have him return to Gotham as its official Robin, who actually has a personal/civilian life and regular interaction with all Batman's related characters (the fact that the last time time he had proper one-on-one interaction with any of the Batgirls was in the 00's decade is ridiculous, especially when one of them is his literal sister)

I would have Talia taking a small amount of members from the LOS who were always more loyal to her goals and means than her father's to form her own small spy organization that focuses on saving the Earth in ways other than killing a lot of people, similar to how Talia destroyed Lex Luthor Crop during her spy era, so maybe we will see her going undercover in corporations that commit a lot of pollution and making them go bankrupt or something similar?

Maya, Suren and Goliath would be living with her, however they wouldn't really be involved in her spy work (except maybe Maya, whose stealth powers can come in handy) instead they, along with Damian who will occasionally leave Gotham to team-up with them, will play a more action-based role.

So it will be 3 books, a Talia's book about her doing spy work, a Damian's book about him being Gotham's Robin and a team-up book with him and his friends going on adventures, which I have plenty of ideas for.

From expanding on Maya's backstory and doing something with the plot-line about her mother that Gleason didn't get to write, to a story about the Darga tribe who have been teased for a while now without anything coming from it and their connection/rivalry to the Al Ghul family (maybe even have a story about Suren betraying his friends for his family before double crossing them and declaring his friends to be his real new family) and the Year of Blood's storyline is a treasure trove that can be used as basis for newer stories. For instance, a lot of the artifacts that Damian stole seem to have some kind of power/magical properties to them, so I wouldn't mind seeing a story about a villain getting their hands on them to use them for evil and our team retrieving those items from them.

And I love the character of Ruh, if they don't plan on reviving Ra's, I wouldn't mind her leading the rest of the League that Talia didn't take (lets be real, DC will never fully disband the League) and maybe Talia + the kids will act as a throne in her throat by always beating her to any newly discovered Lazarus Pit and destroying it before her League reach them (I feel like I would be able to come up with more stories after LP ends)

I have so many ideas in my brain its ridiculous, but like I said at the beginning, I know none of them would ever happen, since all of them require Talia and Damian to not be demonized and to be written as main-characters, which 90% of DC's writers are not interested in doing, so it would be better to just forget about them.

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 17

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 2.8k includes: making up with damian or what I like to call ‘Brian and stewie locked in a vault episode’

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 17: Special Enough | ao3 - wattpad

“So, now you know,” Damian says. You nod, not sure what he's feeling. It's almost like he's completely shut off from you.

“What exactly do you know?” 

“Uh,” you scratch your head, “everything?” 

He squints at you, hands still poised behind his back as he assesses you. You shiver under his intense gaze but wish you hadn’t. His eyes flash with something you easily recognize as lust in response. 

“What do you want from me?” 

This is Damian being vulnerable, you realize and you want to be open with him too. 

“I want to end this.” You now know what you want now and you weren’t going to continue to string him along the way you had been.

“Then end it.” He looks at you expectantly. He seems so nonchalant, unperturbed, but you can’t help but wonder if his hands are twiddling behind his back. 

After all these years of unknowingly leading him along, missing all the signals, breaking his heart…

It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry,” you start, only to trail off as you collect your bearings. 

This is your best friend and it’s a really difficult situation. You know that what you say needs to be clear, honest and well thought-out. You can’t afford to botch the apology when there’s so much riding on it. 

You can practically see the emotion already rising to his usually blank face and realize any misstep, anything misspoken, could send the one constant in your life crumbling to ruins right before your very eyes. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if so.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” You hear the guardedness in his voice.

“I did like you and, obviously, you’re attractive as hell.” You blush at the memories of the handful of nights spent together getting each other off, then never mentioning it again. Always in the dark and never daring to expose yourselves fully. “You just have a lot going on and so do I. There’s so much past between them and us.” His eye twitches lightly at your words without even having to mention their names. That signature spark of jealousy you're so used to seeing from him makes you shift uncomfortably. “I want to start clean with them and I think this is the first step,” you admit. 

“I see.” 

Without realizing it, you subconsciously try to change the subject. “Did you ask Jon out?” Your question pops out before you can stop it.

Damian’s obviously taken aback by the random shift in conversation after such a raw admittance. 

“Why do you care?” he asks curtly, sitting down finally but on the opposite end of his huge leather sectional. 

You get up and close the distance but leave enough space so that he doesn't feel smothered. He just looks away, seemingly more amused with the side table next to him than with you a cushion away. 

“I feel like you can already read me, maybe even better than I can read myself,” you say with a shrug. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, you already know why I care?” It comes out more like a question than anything.

He sighs in annoyance, “I can’t just read people.” 

“If you’re the Robin I suspect you are,” you’re the one squinting now, “you’re not just any Robin, you’re a trained assassin from the League.” 

He doesn’t look surprised, though he does seem a bit caught off guard by your quick-witted deduction. “So, you do know then.” You nod. “Took you long enough, I suppose.” 

He still refuses to look at you, so you repeat your earlier question about him and Jon.

He eyes you up and down before responding simply, “No.” 

“Why?” 

He turns slowly to you now as if he’s letting you in on a secret. “I’m not sure why, but you appear to be stopping me.” 

“Am not!” you protest with exasperation. “This is why I’m here, Damian- to end this.” It’s quiet as you take each other in as if you’re finally seeing the real person underneath after all this time.

Much like your random shift earlier, Damian swiftly changes the subject.

“You’d think finding out your childhood boyfriend was Robin would have you freaking out a bit more.” 

If only he’d been there to see you figure everything out.

“Oh, it did,” you laugh quietly, only to abruptly stop. “Wait- boyfriend?” 

“We were dating, weren’t we?” He quirks a brow at you as if he’s shocked that he even has to ask.

“See! This is what I’m talking about.” You can’t believe you couldn’t see it until tonight. “We had no communication and, in the end, we both just ended up getting hurt!” 

“I hurt you?” 

“Yes!” you admit, “I was so confused and I didn’t want to hurt you, but it seemed like everything I did just ended up doing so anyway. I love you, Damian. I always have.” You almost miss his light gasp as you gather his coarse hands into your own. “It may have changed meaning over time, but it still remains true. You’re my best friend at the heart of it and I will always love you.” 

“But you’re not in love with me.” 

That’s the question you’d been asking yourself all these years. 

“I think you’re very important to me, but I,” you pause, thinking back to how you’d technically never been asked out by him. Regardless, you’d done so much together… “No. I think it’s changed.” 

It was always so blurred. You were always so... unsure.

Now, you know you're sure.

“Perhaps,” he says.

“And what about you? What do you think about all of this?”

It's only been you divulging information, but you're dying to know what he's thinking.

“I think I missed my chance.” 

“Maybe,” you say, the words escaping from your lips before you can prevent them.

You suck in a shocked breath when Damian moves closer in an instant, invading your personal space with a familiar ease.

“Maybe?”

You let him. 

Maybe you- he … Maybe he needed this, one last kiss, to finally end things. 

His hand comes from behind his back to trickle along your jawline, flicking it upward to look at him. His intense honied eyes meet your own, silently asking for permission.

No.

No, you can’t.

It's a selfish slip-up. It leaves you wondering what the fuck you're doing giving into the same fucking cycle like this.

No. You won’t allow yourself to hurt anyone anymore. Especially not the people who had been there for you when no one else had.

“I can’t do this,” his name is barely a whisper on your breath. 

It’d be wrong. 

No, it wouldn’t just be wrong. It’d be a total betrayal not just of your friendship but of your ever-present feelings for Jason and Roy as well.

You shake your head as you shift backward to regain the space between you. He pursues forward anyway.

His hands find your face and your hands cover over top of his without thinking. “Why?” his voice cracks painfully. Your heart absolutely shatters. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“Damian,” you cut him off, “please don’t make it like this. You have Jon!”

If anything, you’d been nothing but supportive of him being with someone else- especially someone like Jon. It’s obvious Jon’s calm demeanor does wonders for Damian’s sometimes sporadic temperament. Though Damian isn’t necessarily an angry person, he doesn’t always know how to keep a level head. Jon, on the other hand, always seems to be the determining factor that evens out Damian’s tempestuous scales. It’s no secret that your relationship dynamic with him had been, well...

Turbulent.

Though you’d never really dated him, your relationship never had communication, which had ultimately led to jealousy and grudges.

Your relationship with Jason and Roy had always been taboo, not to mention unconventional and, yeah, turbulent too. But with the flood walls collapsing around their secret identities, it all finally seems to be going in the direction you’d always hoped for. 

After all these years and seeing them in this new light, Jason and Roy seem to have matured and figured out all the things that had made you so hesitant to be with them in the first place. They're no longer dancing around their sexuality, your ages align more appropriately, they’ve settled down and they finally, realistically, seem within reach. 

They have what they want in life and you want to be a part of it. You’ve made your decision and you’re sticking with it.

Speaking of want…

“I want you,” he hisses. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Your stomach churns painfully, thinking back to what Stephanie said. “Why? Why can’t you just give in?” he pleads, his lip quivering all the while. “Why can’t you give in for me? What do they have that I don’t? I’ve never strung you along. I’ve always been there for you.”

“Dami,” 

“Don’t,” he snaps venomously. “You don’t get to call me that right now.”

“I’m sorry.” 

You mean it.

“You know, I actually believe you for once,” he laughs humorlessly. “So, you’re really done with me, then?”

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I’m here to end this,” you restate your intent. For yourself or Damian’s sake, you don’t know. You shake your head, allowing your hands to drop from his. “I’m sorry to have even caused any pain in the first place. I really didn’t mean to. Like, ever.” You hold up your pinkie, which he looks at distastefully until you finally lower it shamefully. “We were young and we still are, but I think we can get past, well, the past and still be friends. Damian, you mean so much to me and you really have something good going on with Jon. Don’t ruin that because of some lingering unknowns with me.” 

“Understood.” Damian nods sharply, though his hands continue to linger on you for seconds more before giving you a little more space. At least you're talking again. At least you’ve made it all somewhat right. “Then why try to kiss me, then,” he challenges with a glare. “Even now?”

You don’t mention that he was the one who made a move because you had nearly let him. You already feel bad enough about letting him get so close, but hearing how it'd obviously affected him stings at your heart. 

You’re supposed to be ending it, not leading him on more.

You blush. “I wish I had something that told me when I was making the right decision, but I don’t. I’m young and indecisive, but when I feel like…” you trail off, thinking of the unorthodox home you've managed to squeeze yourself into. “When I feel like I have something I need to keep, I know I need to do right by it wholeheartedly. At least this time around.”

You know he’s heard you, but he just takes in the moment pensively, running his index finger along his jawline. 

“Are you sure? There’s no coming back from this,” Damian whispers your name. 

You nod. “I know.” 

You do know. This all has to end before anything else can begin.

“And you’d truly do anything to do right by them?” his honied eyes flicker with one last ember of hope amongst the smoky rage.

“Everything in my power,” you remain firm.

“Very well,” Damian looks at you finally with a friendliness you’d come to miss ever since your spat, “back to business, then. I’m sure you’re curious about the coin.”

“What coin?” Your head tilts questioningly.

You see the beginnings of a smirk form on his tanned skin. He rifles around in a locked drawer in the kitchen before producing a thick, scratched-up coin.

“They didn’t tell you about the lead?” Damian asks with a thinly veiled smugness you choose to ignore.

Everything in my power. 

You've laid it all on the line and they're still hiding and omitting shit from you? Have you made a mistake putting all your eggs in Jason and Roy’s basket?

“No.” Your one word speaks volumes. He motions you over and you easily sidle up beside him to get a closer look. “Two Face,” you supply easily.

"Yes," he confirms your deduction. "I found it in your apartment right before the bomb went off."

Damn.

If Damian isn't keeping shit from you, who are you to keep anything from him?

“I’ve been doing some research of my own. I can’t help but think that it’s connected to the mugging and robbery that happened a month or so ago.”

“This goes deeper than a couple of lackey’s bruised pride,” he chides your naivety. “No, this is something more maniacal.” 

•••

When you get back to the apartment, Stephanie’s gone. However, Jason and Roy are on the couch with crossed arms and... Jason wears reading glasses?!

They eye you up like disappointed parents waiting for you to get home past curfew. Well, from what you’ve seen in the shows, at least. 

All you can focus on is checking them over to make sure they're okay. Your brief inspection proves that they're largely unharmed aside from a little cut on Roy’s stubble-covered chin.

You hadn’t forgotten that Damian had been the one to keep you in the loop even though they’d preached openness. Hell, you know Jason's still hiding something from you.

You sigh as you drop your bag to the floor by the entrance, rolling your eyes at Jason’s displeased grunt. You’d pick the dumb thing up in the morning. Right now, you have other pressing matters to attend to.

You make your way over to them with your hands held up in surrender. “Am I in trouble or something? You guys are in serious dad-mode right now.” They just look at you in the dim light from the one lamp in the room. Jason has the audacity to shift his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you approach Roy to inspect his cut from close up, “Why’s it always only you getting hurt?” you tease gently.

“You calling me a shitty fighter, princess?” 

“Just making an observation,” you say as you lean down and kiss the cut. It's not meant to be as close to Roy’s mouth as you got but, to be fair, the cut does come up right under his bottom lip. It really couldn’t be helped. “This one will definitely heal a lot faster than the other one, though, that’s for sure.”

Roy still just seems stunned you've just kissed him so close to his mouth.

“Soo,” he drawls out, finally seeming to collect himself, “you get any?”

You wish your glare would cut straight through his dumb fucking head. How can they remain so oblivious to your obvious affection and unrelenting devotion?

“No, actually, I didn't,” you admit, plopping down onto his lap as if to prove your point. “Still just as sexually frustrated as I was when I left.”

You watch Roy bite his lip, undoubtedly biting back the urge to say some dumb sexual shit you know you’d eat up.

“Missed out on getting laid by thee Boy Wonder?” he laughs, but it falls flat. “Color me surprised.”

“Try not to sound so jealous about me seeing my friend, Roy. You’d think the two of us were dating or something,” you say. It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Besides, sure seems like I’m a lot closer to your dick right now than his, anyway, right?”

He gulps under your slitted gaze. 

It feels good to be the one leading the teasing rather than being on the receiving end of it. Example being: earlier this morning with Roy’s dumb housewife comment. You were still recovering from the embarrassment…

“Yeah,” he eventually manages and shifts under your weight before lifting you up like you weigh nothing. 

He plops you down next to him before swiftly replacing the empty spot in his lap with the pillow next to him, holding onto it in place like a lifeline. That is until Jason practically skips over to snatch it from his grasp. 

“Hey! Fuck you, bro. Put that back!” 

“Don’t call me ‘bro,’ bro.”

When Jason lets go, Roy yanks back at the same time. Roy grunts as he falls backward into your lap. 

You look down at his worried face, then to the tent in his boxers.

“Oh.” You’re officially rendered speechless. Maybe causing embarrassment isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

It's your turn to bite your lip as you imagine his aching cock that strained just below the thin fabric. Roy doesn't miss this as he sits up and draws you languidly to his lap again, though this time, just out of reach of his current predicament.

“What you said earlier about it being connected,” Jason's coarse voice draws your attention away from his boyfriend. “We think it’s an organization of multiple big hitters possibly.”

“Remember when Jason said you were right and you said you knew?”

“Yeah.” How could you forget when you’d almost shot Jason (as Red Hood) in the back?

“Well, we need your help.”

“With what?” you ask, shifting on Roy’s lap to better look at him, but Jason’s voice is the one that stirs again.

“What do you mean?” Jason looks at you incredulously. “You said you knew.” 

“Yeah,” you state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I just like people telling me I’m right.” 

Roy laughs, jostling you as he smacks the side of your thigh as he finally speaks up on the matter, “Well, we need your help hacking into shit. You’ve got the biggest brain around here, so you’d really be helping us out.” The way Roy phrases it is like they assume you’ll automatically say no, but you don’t really have any reservations. You want to get to the bottom of this just as much as they do.

“Oh.” You look between the two of them, half wondering if it's a joke, half wondering if it's a dream. You're going to be the guy in the chair for these two badass vigilantes? 

Oh, hell yeah.

“You don’t have to,” they start to offer you an out, but you wave off their concerns with ease.

You see the reassurance in their eyes and know your answer.

“Let’s do this.”

A/N: poor dami, also jason and roy are so jealous... i love it...

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Earth's New Emperor

Seeing as my writing is expanding outside Minecraft I should probably be good about posting about those fics here too.

I have no clue what possessed me to write this, I don't know if I'll even finish it, but I wanted to share. I do have a couple more chapters done, but I will probably stick to a chapter per month like with my other longer DCU fic

Jon was slowly going insane. How could he not? He was in this cell for… he had no clue how long but it was long enough for the kryptonite to start whispering to him. Tempting him to do something stupid. 

He hadn't seen them but he knew Dad and Conner were somewhere in here too. 

“If only you weren't so weak,” Jon shuddered hearing his voice. The hallucinations were getting creative, he thought dryly. “Damian was right, wasn't he? He always is. We’re weak and that's why mom's locked away who knows where, why dad’s locked up, why Conner’s locked up? Why Aunt Kara's on the run. It's all our fault.”

Some part of Jon agreed with the kryptonite ghost of himself crouching in front of him. Mocking smile, not much unlike Damian's from before his father went mad. Jon didn't have his father's resistance to kryptonite. Neither did Conner. They were kept away from the stuff as much as possible.

“If only Dad wasn't so soft. We. The world. Wouldn't be in this situation,” the ghost sighed, shaking his head. “We could have protected Damian…”

Jon cringed. The last time he saw his friend his arm was in a sling. Big bruise on his face. Lip cut. Rage built up in him. Heat vision along with it just to be dampened into nothing by the kryptonite layer in the walls surrounding him. He pulled uselessly at the chains holding him.

As things were, he was just a normal human. Even more useless than with his powers, his mind supplied.

Maybe it all was just his brain. No kryptonite ghost. Just his regrets. Jon pulled stronger on the chain. 

Stupid kryptonite. Stupid weakness. Stupid batman. Stupid… Stupid… Stupid…

Stupid… Stupid…

Stupid…

It was all so stupid. Jon thought and laughed. And pulled on the chain.

Stupid. Laugh. Pull.

Pull. Laugh. Pull.

No one was coming to save him. To save the world. To the Lantern Corp, this was just a stupid human conflict. They didn't care that a few Kryptonians got locked up. They never liked them. 

Pull. Stupid chain. Stupid kryptonite. Stupid Batman. Stupid weakness.

He could swear he heard something break. But nothing hurt….

His left arm was hanging down. With the chain ripped in half. He broke it. He laughed. And pulled again. The chain restraining his right arm. Bam. Gone. How? He didn't care. Just freed his legs and stretched. Time to find Dad and Kon, he decided before breaking the door. He just had to find kryptonite. Who else would they have there? 

Guards instantly realised Jon was free. But he didn't care. Their weapons were useless. Even if Batman didn't put all of Earth's kryptonite in their cell walls. And it was now useless against Jon anyway. He laughed as he knocked the guards out. Killing them was a waste of time. And too much like what Batman would expect of him.

He was not proving him right.

With his X-ray vision, he found two clusters of kryptonite similar to one surrounding his cell. One was significantly bigger. And that one was closer. So Jon went there. Knocking out guards. He didn't pass by any other cells. Batman kept them separated from his other enemies Jon slowly made his way to his father's cell while listening to the guards' panic about what to do. They were so scared of Barman, that Jon almost felt bad for them.  Almost. Maybe if they didn't punch his door whenever they passed he would feel more guilty. Oh well.

“Dad?” Jon asked tentatively after ripping the door off of his father's cell.

“Jon?! What are…. Is this commotion your doing? You shouldn't…” Clark instantly jumped to worrying about Jon. As if he were still ten and not almost twenty-one…

“I'm getting us out, Dad. Someone's got to stop Bruce,” he huffed as he entered. He felt nothing from the kryptonite. That was good. He had no clue how that happened.

“Lanterns will deal with him soon enough, you shouldn't… You should stop and surrender…”

Jon almost jumped back as if burned. Was Dad going to let them rot while waiting for Lantern Corp? To let Bruce torment earth? “What if they never come? What if they come too late? You'd just let Bruce torment everyone? The last time I saw anyone other than a guard they had a broken arm and half their face was purple, Dad! I can't let this go on…”

“I'm sorry son,” Clark whispered, kryptonite was effective at keeping him contained. Was it because he was a full-blooded Kryptonian? Because he didn't struggle against it like Jon did?

“Fine. I'll grab Conner and we'll stop him. We’ll save Mom and everyone else. You can rot here if you'd like,” Jon scoffed as he stepped back and ran off. Holding back tears. He was never this disappointed in anyone.

Finding Conner was easy. His door was already off its hinges with Jon's half-brother barely standing. Leaning against a wall with unconscious guards surrounding him. He looked drained but was certainly holding it together better than Dad.

“Jon?! You got out too? Have you found…” Conner jumped to ask. Wincing a bit as he put his weight on the wrong foot. Twisted, Jon guessed.

“I did, he'd rather rot here than stop Batman. It's us and Aunt Kara if we can find her,” Jon shook his head solemnly.

Conner nodded but his disappointment was clear. “Okay. So what's the plan? My brain’s too jumbled to think at the moment.” And Conner's brain was quite brilliant against what almost everyone thought.

“Fortress, I think we might be able to get it to fly. Then either we play nice with Europe. I overheard guards talking about expanding outside Americas being difficult. Or if they don't want to play nice we take over China and work from there,” Jon has done some thinking as he walked away from his father's cell. “Then save Mom, Lex, whomever we want, it doesn't matter. If we can get Damian and Tim on our side then even better,” he added and floated up. No more playing human. Time to lean fully on their Kryptonian side.

Conner nodded. “We should check who they have here in case mom's here,” he offered and Jon nodded. 

After ‘nicely’ asking some guards. Pushing them against a wall by their throat. They found the central control room and checked the list of ye prisoners. All criminals from around the Americas. Meaning no one they'd be interested in saving. And Lex wasn't included. Was it due to his connection to Conner?

“To the Fortress we go,” Jon sighed. Finding mom was going to be a challenge.

The sun was at first blinding. Yes. But it felt so nice to finally feel it on his skin. Making him feel slightly rejuvenated.

“Get back to your cells,” Jon's heart broke as he heard Damian's cold voice.

“But I just got out,” Jon crossed his arms as he and his brother floated outside Damian and Tim's range. Mental warfare, huh? How cold of you Batman, Jon thought as he just smiled at them. “And I think someone should stop your father, he went a bit mental, you know,” he hummed.

“Get. Back. Both of you,” Damian choked out.

“How's your arm? I see it's no longer in a sling,” Jon carried on the banter. “How about you two join us?”

“In your dreams,” Tim huffed but Jon sensed some hesitation. He glanced at Kon. He was just staring sadly at Tim.

The third son of Batman didn't look too good. Dark circles under his eyes were the most obvious. But Jon noticed he didn't put his weight on his left leg. No wonder Conner looked ready to kill.

“I could get you your grandfather's head if you'd like?” He offered with a wide grin. Shocking everyone around him. “His throne,” he smiled as innocently as he could with a desire to murder Batman building up in him. He just noticed the bruise was still somewhat visible on Damian's face.

“Get. Back. To. Your. Cells.” Damian repeated. And Jon just chuckled.

“Nah, I like being free, and if dad wants to stay there… well,” he looked at Conner who just shrugged. Catching up that some of Superman's rules were out the window. “I guess we'll have to help,” he shrugged and laughed borderline maniacally. “Humanity proved it can't take care of itself,” he said quietly enough for just Conner to catch.

“Yeah, took us a bit long,” Conner sighed, rolling his shoulders. And Jon nodded.

“Well, we have a plan to start working on, hopefully, next time we'll have Ra’s head and Tim's spleen back,” Jon nodded and they flew off. Unfortunately leaving their beloveds to deal with the consequences of their escape.

Well. Eventually, they'd save them so it didn't sting so bad. And Batman wouldn't be too harsh on his favoured sons.

[yanmuffins]

asks 3.

more asks i'm answering in a bulk about p&f! reader! there's two for vampire! reader at the end of the post, though.

@amethystjellyfish

jon better keep an eye out for selener.

ok, to be fair, damian knows the family's gotten pretty overbearing at this point. father was not at all pleased to discover the stunts they (damian included) pulled over the course of the summer. and he, too, knows that his sibling is feeling cooped up with all the excessive supervision. but.

but.

just who does jon think he is to try and take their sibling away from their home? he was supposed to be damian's friend, and it is for the sake of their friendship he'll overlook such an absurd suggestion and not tell his family on the condition jon never says anything like that again. let's just hope tim wasn't listening, else he would rat them all out since he (and everyone else in the family) has zero issues with kicking jon out the manor if he keeps putting those ideas in p&f! reader's mind. poor jon (╥ ω ╥)

@akatsukki677

the referenced scene!

one of my favorite candace moments.

also, why is this so in-character for them? i am begging someone please draw this.

NOT DAMIAN SECRETLY LIKING DUCKY MOMO!!! you are all so big-brained. you know, dick would ask p&f! reader about it next time they bumped into each other. and he will find out about damian's love for ducky momo one way or another (not that reader would snitch, but dick is dick. he would notice).

i don't much to add, but here are some more gems (jason being cute with perry, though, i love it sm):

i have a sinking feeling that if jason somehow came to know of perry's secret identity as agent p before everyone else he would have so much fun gaslighting tim. yeah. he's a platypus. just a platypus, tim. chill. go to sleep.

... then he fistbumps perry when tim's not looking.

p&f! reader and damian bringing in cryptids and magical creatures into the manor like it's another ordinary day seems like something that would absolutely happen, yes.

the horse with fins is just what they salvaged from their very succesful trip to atlantis, they'll find horsie a good home eventually. and for every unlikely creature and plant they stumble upon, they just blame it on damian. they're his thing, after all! i don't think it would happen often, but damian still wouldn't enjoy getting scolded for animals that aren't his. nevermind that he may or may not be connivent in finding those animals, sneaking them into the house and finding them proper homes. that's not relevant.

trying to blame it on reader will just get him incredulous looks from his family. no, reader did not find a dodo bird, that's impossible. there's no way they could do that.

@amethystjellyfish

not only is he trying to convince p&f! reader that their pet platypus is secretly evil and plotting tim's demise specifically, he's trying to convince the entire manor. he has a powerpoint presentation. he has flashcards. he has become damian 2.0 but instead of reader's, he's trying to bust the platypus. obviously, p&f! reader thinks it's silly. damian straight up laughs at tim. bruce is too tired to even sigh.

"it's just a platypus, tim, they don't do much", they say. fools, the lot of them. there's something off about that semiaquatic egg-laying mammal and HE'S GOING TO PROVE IT.

yup, he's p&f reader's isabella! and yes, i think besides damian and jon, they very much have a group of friends from metropolis. damian wouldn't get along with them too well, at least at first, but jon integrates fine into the friend group.

@randomlyappearingartist

good question! i guess we'll just have to chalk it up to p&f! reader's cartoonish luck that they haven't come across any actual evil villains who want to user their genius for their own nefarious purposes.

it would be interesting to just see a bunch of villains arguing and fighting between each other to offer p&f! reader an internship or kidnap them so they can build evil contraptions. but, in the end, reader never gets kidnapped, never becomes aware there are villains out there wanting to scout them, because the villains keep thwarting each other before they even reach p&f! reader. so something like this:

evil goon: hey kid, kid! i gotta talk...

evil goon from another villain: immediately tackles him to the ground and they start fighting. reader is none the wiser.

one of my favorite gags is people who shouldn't have guns pulling out guns at dramatically appropriate times. and it makes sense! i mean, p&f! reader is bruce's kid, so them being prepared for every possible situation just feels natural.

although... i reckon they'd be more creative than just straight up having a gun. probably a more creative non-lethal item of their own making that was meant as a weapon but could absolutely be used as such, which would also be so, so funny.

like this:

vampire! reader try to hide her vampirism (impossible)

the asks i've gotten about reader being terrible at hiding that she's a vampire in the manor (and the implications that her family is kinda brushing it off and accepting her excuses) are so great. yeah, sure, reader fell and that's why she's covered in copious amount of blood, stephen king's carrie-style. it does make them very suspicious but like.... what else would it be?

and honestly, tim and steph have no idea how relieved they should be that reader is staring at crime scene photos when there's two human beings full of blood right there with her. i'm surprised no one has sent in a bruce scenario where she's being completely erratic and he's just sitting there, perplexed, unsure on how to proceed

[epiemy]

Hi, I love your Batfam writing!!! And if you're still taking orders, would I like a headcanon where the reader is Wonder Woman and Superman's daughter and starts dating Jason? It would be amazing to read this! Thank you for your attention.

JASON TODD DATING A SUPERMAN AND WONDER WOMAN DAUGHTER

Warnings: Basic violence, mentions of sex and sensible themes.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: Sorry for grammar mistakes.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

ok, let's start at the beginning (no, at the end, smart)- sorry I'm too much of a joke today;

I believe it's a consensus among the fandom that the three oldest members of the Justice League have already hooked up at some point (B, Diana and Clark);

With that in mind, one day our dear Amazon disappears from the League with just a note to Bruce letting him know that she is pregnant and that SupsTM can't even dream that this happened... B is not a billionaire vigilante for nothing, he understood the situation. and gave his word to keep silent;

during the 20 years that Diana remained on Themyscira, she trained her little girl along with Hippolyta and other of her sisters, teaching you how to behave, fight and most importantly, not depend on any man in your life;

the eldest never had a problem talking about Clark, so it was obvious that she knew at some point you'd want to meet her father and the famous Uncle Bruce, or (B)itchman - nickname you swore you'd never tell anyone;

imagine Superman's surprise to see a girl who is the exact mix of him and Wonder Woman standing at his door with a confident posture...

woman, you just broke the most powerful being on earth, congratulations;

anyway, when explaining the whole situation he clearly understood, but he also had to say that he is married now and that he has two children, one named Conner and the youngest, Jon;

you met them both on the same day, and I must say that Conner liked you the most, he loved his personality;

that's not why Jon hated you, in fact the 9 year old boy loved you, but he just saw you as his older sister just like Kon, but the older one saw you as a best friend;

coming out of sentimentality, you found the world of men extremely curious and thought that the most appropriate person to show you around was Uncle Bruce, so you were determined to meet the dreaded Batman;

as your mother was busy on a mission with the Green Lantern, you took the opportunity to visit Wayne Manor, a very beautiful place in your conception of beauty, but which would never come close to the island where you were born and raised;

before you even knock on the door, a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man looks at you in surprise as he recognizes Diana's features;

"Hi Uncle Bruce, I'm Y/N Prince Kent or Y/N-El" you nod excitedly and he gives you a slight smile, nodding in agreement;

"Hello Y/N, it's nice to finally meet you. Please come in, Alfred our butler is preparing a meal for us, but I should let you know we have a guest" he points out and you just nod, following him inside the mansion.

when passing through the dining room door you notice 5 pairs of eyes on you, and recognize the first with surprise;

"Kon you bastard, you could have given me a ride, flying is tiresome" you clap him on the shoulder, and of course the boy feels pain, you've inherited your father's powers in full and even the skills/training of an Amazon

"Ouch, I didn't even know you were coming here and I get tired too, Jon had to fly me in, believe me when I say it's pretty embarrassing to be on your 8 year old brother's lap"

the others just watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow, Jason was completely enchanted by her beauty and was sure he was dating Conner, he never liked the boy after all;

Dick had the biggest charming smile, he had a sense of who his parents were and we all know he has a CLIFF for tall women;

Tim was working and so he barely paid attention, while Damian just ignored the situation going straight to the point that everyone wanted to know: "Who the hell are you?"

"Dami! Don't be rude!" Dick mutters to the boy as Jason slaps the younger one on the neck saying "Shut up brat, leave the girl alone"

you look at the interaction, completely embarrassed that you forgot to introduce yourself, but then snap back into your dominant posture to wave to the boys;

"I'm Y/N Prince Kent, but you can call me Y/N" You say smiling and soon you notice the gears in each one's head trying to put the pieces together but then it helps "yes, I'm their daughter and you didn't know nothing because I was raised on the island where my mother spent most of her life" a chorus of Ah's was heard and the eldest soon came to give him a hug, he just didn't expect he would get a headlock;

"By Hera, sorry, sorry" you release him red with embarrassment "we were taught not to let men touch us without permission"

Dick is embarrassed apologizing to you while Jason and the others started laughing on account of their brother;

"It was my mistake, but I must introduce myself better, I'm Dick, the best vigilante here, the-" "Nightwing" you cut him off to smile "I love what you do, however you're not my favorite"

He soon raises an eyebrow "so who should it be" and you just point a finger at Jason and Damian who are smug on the couch "I really like Robin a lot but Red Hood is what really does justice for lost lives, I appreciate the change that he does it for the good of the city, and the other day I found him feeding stray kittens with Robin, it was just adorable" the two cited are red in the face but quickly hide;

after that interaction, you and Jason took your numbers and became extremely close, it was painfully obvious that you both liked each other;

Jay was the one who couldn't take the tension between you any longer and decided to take her to a special coffee shop in her old neighborhood to ask her out on a date, which you happily accepted;

going to your 2 years of dating, you just accepted that the apartment you started sharing with your boyfriend would be shared with 5 more people Dick, Tim and Damian, who would come after patrols to eat and rest (they actually love you and want stick around), Kon who loves to bother Jason and Roy who lives to call you sister-in-law and see you daily;

you didn't mind having so many people in the house, it was nice to have something buzzing especially after taking up your mantle in Justice League as Wonderfall, going up against Jay, your mom and dad who steadfastly disapproved of you getting involved in that world. After weeks of arguing they decided you were too stubborn to try to change your mind, so they accepted. Bruce knew from the start that you were a lost cause, so he trained you for months to be able to handle anything, even without your powers;

your relationship with Jason would be comical to say the least, I imagine him being a huggable bear and not wanting to get up in the morning, until you use your laser to burn off a piece of your clothing, where he usually drops a smart line like "if you wanted me naked, it was just asking for babygirl";

it's in this line that he usually gets a sex strike, since you were deathly late for work;

B gave you a position at Wayne Enterprise, where you'd be with Tim to help the workaholic kid, and he pays handsomely;

anyway, as much as sometimes your lives are crazy, you would be happy to have each other;

enough of this cheesy shit, if you want a part 2 vote, comment and reblog!

[spider-jaysart]

Damian: (looking through his mini binoculars) There, I can see the store. But we don’t have much time, Jonathan. We might not have your powers at the moment (thanks red solar watch rules) nor my utility belt but if we can speed walk on the fastest path to the game store, we can get Cheese Viking Deluxe before they close

Jon: But Dude, almost everywhere can go it just takes too long to get there even if we go fast enough. The only shortcut we have is through the….(points to that path with terror in his eyes) perfume department….

(Cue ominous music)

Damian: (puts away his mini binoculars)…..let’s do it

Jon: *Gulp*

@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

Oh dang, here we go, gotta do it for the game✨, so it's time to suffer

Jon and Damian walk through the perfume department as fast as they can, trying to block all the horrible scents around the place the best they can, trying they're hardest to just get past it all, they have to do it for Cheese viking, it was just released that day and it would be sold out in minutes and the store would be closing very soon, so they must try, or this will be they're one greatest challenge yet to have actually defeated them, making it the only challenge that they failed to win and they can't let that happen.

Damian and Jon can smell every bit of it, every single stench of the perfumes there and worse the strongest colognes ever, all the ladies and men's spraying themselves, letting the smell of those terrifying perfumes and horrendous colonge smells roam free in the air, ready to attack any nose around, Damian and Jon take faster steps to get them going faster then before, sensing the danger coming for them just right behind them in the air.

Damian starts coughing a little, it seems the smell is starting to get to him, even though he is pinching his nose, but he tries to hold it and it doesn't seem any better for Jon either, maybe a little worse it seems, since his half Kryptonian biology gives him the great ability of smelling things easier then it would be for humans with the sense, Jon coughs loudly making Damian turn to him. Jon's eye's are now squinted, his hand shaped in to a fist next to his mouth as he starts to cough from the smell of all the horrifying scents starting to surround them both. Damian grabs Jon by the arm and drags his friend with him

"Just try to hold on"

he said trying to encourage his younger friend to keep going, they seem to be making progress but Jon just starts to cough all of a sudden even more than before, Damian looks at his friend with a worried expression, he starts coughing from the smell as well.

"Jo-Jon we have to k-*cough keep going"

he tries to pull the taller one along but it seems his friend can't quite take it any longer

"D- *cough! Damian I don-*cough! Don't think I can keep going! *cough! cough!"

Jon pulls his arm away from the older one, covering his mouth with it while holding his stomach with the other.

"Nonsense *cough Kent, I won't have it!"

Jon sits himself on the floor continuing to cough even more from the overpowering smells everywhere.

*cough! *cough! *cough! "I-i'm sorry D, but I don't think I can keep going*cough!*cough!*cough! Any fu-further"

Damian looks terrified this wasn't something he could just accept, they're Robin and Superboy, the son's of the world's biggest heroes Batman and Superman and together him and Jonathan were the Supersons who faced any challenges thrown they're way and they couldn't lose now, they can't, not now not for anything.

"Your go-*cough!*cough! going to have to go without *cough!*cough!*cough! me." "Play that*cough!*cough! game for the both of us when you*cough!*cough! make it out of here, yeah?"

his younger friend asked of him while letting himself give up right there at that very moment, Damian couldn't accept that as an option, Jon was coming with him, whether if he likes it or not they were going to get through this together like they always did, like a team.

"No *cough!" We're going to get*cough! out of here" Damian said putting both hands on his friends shoulders "But*cough!*cough! I c-can't make it*cough!" "Yes WE can*cough" He said determinedly to his hopeless friend. "We're the Supersons Jon *cough" he said quietly enough for only Jon to hear "If we were able to get through everything else that was thrown our way before*cough!, then that means We can do this!"

This made Jon think for a minute, his friend was right if they could get through all those crazy things in the past then they can certainly get through this together. Jon grabbed his friends hand as the older one pulled him up along with him, now both standing, ready to get the heck out of there. The exit to the gaming section was so clear in view, so close yet so far, their were many more people to get past people who were spreading the smell of all perfume and colognes any where they can, as if it's the most loveliest smell in the world.

They can do this, Damian and Jon share a look of determination with each other and nod they're heads ready to go in, they both run in the fastest speed as possible, making they're way through everyone and the polluted air, hearts racing, with the goal to make it to there destination holding they're breath along the way to block any invasion of the smell.

They were getting closer and closer dodging anyone who's ready to spray the ghastly stink they're way, closer and closer they were to getting to victory. They just had to keep going, they both notice some young kids playing with something in they're hands it looked like perfume, no not even perfume, it was colonge, but oh no, not just any cologne, it was the best selling one in Gotham, Batman cologne the type of cologne that can over take any room, even other smells that are said to be strong. The children were carelessly spraying it around and at each other like it was a toy, if the both of them get hit with that smell it was game over for sure no coming back from that one, but they were ready to get past it any way they can.

They were now nearby the young group of children, a young girl with blonde hair in a cute bun saw them and didn't look like she had any good intentions with the devious smile on her cute face, especially with the idea she now had in mind for the two boys coming her way, she shared her idea with the other kids playing around with the #1 selling cologne, they all shared a devious look with each other, they all unboxed the Batman cologne now having five of them in hand for each kid in the group, ready to spray they're incoming targets. Damian and Jon see this, those little brats were ready to make them lose, but not today that's happening, the kids spray the cologne in they're direction expecting to hit them both, but Damian and Jon were already one step ahead of them, Damian does a flip with his hand on one of the nearby sample tables while Jon does a slide past them covering his nose and mouth with his arm, this left the devious children with very shocked and surprised looks on they're faces as they witness what just happened in front of they're very eye's.

Damian and Jon share a laugh as they take they're final speedy steps towards the exit, they do a slide in into the video gaming section coughing from all of the smell from the perfume department. Grateful to have actually survived it all with big relief, they finally made it, they were victorious✨. Jon hugged his older friend tightly, surprising him, he was happy that they survived the whole thing together.

"We did it Dame's we actually did it!" he yelled with a cheerful smile "I told you we would didn't I?" The shorter one replied back.

They both quickly spot the last copy of Cheese viking deluxe, they both run towards it with excitement and pay for it and they both head to the manor to play it, now able to enjoy they're reward. It's been a rough day, but they were able to get through it all, like they always did in they're adventures.

Mission: Survive the perfume department and Get Cheese Viking deluxe edtion accomplished✅✨

Points earned: 10000

Wow this is probably like the first actual story/fic I ever actually got to write on my phone/paper (I didn't write this on paper, but like this is just the first time I actually got to write a story of mines down, well for this post more like a part of a story) and actually left with an ending, I actually really like how this came out and yes I know this whole story was very dramatic sounding lol🤣 but I had to do it, also I remember seeing this same kind of scenario in a Spongebob episode🤣

Thanks for the ask buddy! This was really fun to write!😃💖 Hope you like it as well! Let me know what you think!😃

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Like I did with you

So I’ve been procrastinating hard during my study break for my exams, but here have a song fic!

Ghost of you by 5SOS

Genius comments: The song tells the tale of a heartbroken lover who has lost his significant other – due to a breakup or even suicide/death – and is refusing to accept the fact that she is never coming back.

I didn’t feel like writing angst and whenever I hear this song I feel like ballroom dancing (and I have).

Also thank you to the lovely people on the Maribat discord server!

Ao3

The sequel ‘It started with a whisper’ is up!

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Gotham Academy implemented a new ‘Study Abroad’ program due to recent funding from a local humanitarian. This program gave the students of Gotham Academy a chance to study abroad in Europe and vice versa. Countries like Sweden, Greece, Germany, Ireland and more participated in the program; offering a multitude of high schools with many different courses.

And because of that very wealthy benefactor, his son got first pick on where he would like to study. This was 100% not a forced decision at all to subtly keep track of the happenings of Paris. With that the Ice Prince of Gotham took the City of Love by storm.

He had been at Collège Françoise Dupont for the past few months, and it’s been hell. The class he had been placed into was ripping apart at the seams. There were two students that the class gravitated towards; he observed some of the others meeting in secret, without the knowledge of their respective ‘leaders’.

The first student that held the majority of the class’ focus was Lila Rossi. She was a black hole with beady green eyes, who dragged who ever was in her reach to an agonising fate. Damian saw through her deceptions and rejected her flirtations. The students that followed her, ate up whatever lie she spat out. Rossi soon learned that lies about the Wayne family and Gotham wouldn’t fly with him.

“Really? You worked with Monsieur Wayne?” The pink clad girl, Rose, squeaked.

Damian had just walked into class on his second day at the hell hole and already regretted it. He shot a glare towards the large group, “Who ever told you that is severely misinformed. My father has never worked with a minor from Europe, due to potential rumours and allegations it could cause. It is not a threat but a promise if a lie of similar caliber is spread there will be a lawsuit.” And with that he walked towards his seat in the back, the Ice Prince had cast his decree, the class’ atmosphere had frozen over.

The second student was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Those that surrounded her were Alix Kubdel, Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté, Lê Chiến Kim and the occasional secret appearance from Juleka Couffaine. They didn’t view Dupain-Cheng through rose coloured lenses, they were always grounded and opinions were respected. Damian, who was a loner without Jon at his side, was satisfied by himself; Marinette respected that and didn’t force him to socialise like Lila tried to.

So that leads us to this. He stood against a sidewall of the giant banquet hall, staring out at the crowd before him. Jon was walking to wards him with a can of sprite in hand. Jon had moved to Paris with him but had been placed into a different class. The boy who was the epitome of sunshine stuck around the Ice Prince, their friendship is an enigma to the Françoise Dupont students.

Jon’s face was flushed. He had just gotten a drink after dancing for the past hour. Tonight was the night of the Collège’s formal dance for their graduating class. Skirts of all colours and fabrics swirled, as their partners (majority of whom had matching suits) twirled them to the music.

Jon, gesturing to the crowd, asked him whether he was going to stand there all night or dance. Taking a sip of his drink a smirk appears on his face, “unless the great Damian Wayne is to much of a coward to dance.”

Here I am waking up

Still can't sleep on your side

Damian’s head snapped towards the taller boy, “Are you seriously using my ego to get me to dance?”

Jon raising an eyebrow, “Well?”

If I can dream long enough

The temperamental teen stormed off, grumbling about “Jon being as bad as Todd”. Scanning the room he search for a suitable partner, there was no way he would embarrass himself by dancing alone.

You'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

He spotted Dupain-Cheng stood off to the side, alone. She was draped in a layered white dress with black hemming. As he neared, he realised that the asymmetrical skirt was actually a light blush with her signature apple blossom flowers embroidered. She looked up at him and he straightened his stance, slowing his pace. Her sapphire eyes locked on to his, her bangs curled off to the side along with the rest of her hair in beach waves.

So I drown it out like I always do

She gifted him a small smile, a usual occurrence within her interactions with him. He offered his left hand, bowing his head slightly. “Dupain-Che—“ he cleared his throat, “Marinette. Would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?”

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

Her eyes widened, not expecting the Arabian God of a teen before her to ask her such a question. She saw his temper during class during his spats with Lila and how he kept to himself without the presence of Jon. But here he was in a fitted Armani suit that made his green eyes glow, and hair messily slicked to the side. Marinette looked at his hand, glad that her makeup mostly hid her blush.

And I chase it down

“I am...” She paused to find the right word, “I am a bad dancer. It is better for everyone that I don’t participate.”

“I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.” A small gasp escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. She watched as his mouth twitch’s downwards before his facade returned with full strength. “If you do not wish, to I won’t force you. But if you’ll allow me I’ll guide you through the dance to make sure it isn’t an utter disaster.”

With a shot of truth

Marinette’s lips quirked, giggling as she took his hand, “Your funeral Damian.”

What had he gotten himself into?

The two entered the dance floor, taking up the dance support hold. Their dance had the basic steps of the waltz, with a promenade and many spins; some as a couple and some were just Mari. Damian soon found he enjoy watching the sparkles in her dress light up as she spun. It became even more enjoyable when he discovered that the dress was her own creation.

Dancing through our house

The two made quiet conversations during their dance. Damian pulled her closer by the waist as they repeated the basic steps, their bodies perfectly in tune with each other. “You are a fine dancer despite your protests”

With the ghost of you

Marinette tilted her head up at him, blinding him with a dazzling smile. Damian’s heart fluttered, the two always had a mutual respect but it seems to have grown into a fond appreciation.

From the tables scattered around the dance floor there was a blond, with his fist clenched. Lila had dragged him off of the floor as soon as Damian and Marinette made their debuts; together. The brunette was now off angrily gossiping to Alya and any other who’d listen. It was a hot topic between Lila and Alya that Marinette loved him, although now, as he watched her dance with Damian, he was unsure as to whether that was ever true. He sat there, glued to his seat, watching the spectacle before him.

Cleaning up today

Found that old Zepplin shirt

The two dancers didn’t notice that everyone had cleared off the floor to watch them. They danced in sync, no movement was made without the other following it. Adrien had realised awhile ago that even though he didn’t have romantic feelings for Marinette, he cherished her friendship. That relationship was now tarnished due to the path he took when he first revealed his knowledge of the deceptions. His father had forced him to keep Lila happy, even if it made him miserable.

You wore when you ran away

And no one could feel your hurt

He had lost her, and he was unsure as to whether he could gain any semblance of their relationship back.

We're too young, too dumb

To know things like love

Damian lifted his partner’s right hand and twirled her three times, they both were content within their own world. The two swayed before turning together and walking around the now open space.

But I know better now (Better now)

Marinette flushed as she realised what was happening around her, leaning towards her partner she whispered, “I think we’ve become an impromptu entertainment.”

Too young, too dumb

To know things like love

Too young, too dumb

Damian subtly gazed behind her seeing their peers in a circle surrounding them. He was on the inside looking out, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He whispered reassurances in her ear, he wished to finish the song before he released her from his embrace. The two drowned out their audience, focusing on each other and the beat of the song.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

That my feet don't dance

Like they did with you

The melody slowly faded off as the last lines were sung. The two finished on a basic waltz step before swaying in each other’s arms. The music ends and there is silence, blood rushed to their ears and their breaths mingled.

The two stayed in the other’s embrace, face-to-face, staring. They broke out of their trance by clapping. Looking around Marinette saw many of her peers and most of the supervising teachers applauding their performance.

Their friends broke through the crowd, Jon patted Damian’s shoulder (retracting before he got bit) while Chloe and Alix pulled Marinette back to their table to discuss what Disney magic had befallen the couple. The bluenette glanced back at her partner, mouthing a silent goodbye.

The crowd dispersed but were still buzzing from their display. Marinette was bombarded with questions, not only from her friends, but from other students about her dancing with the demon. Her stuttered replies did little to quench the crowd’s thirst. Her face must be comparable to that of a tomato.

Damian, having noticed the building crowd and Marinette’s uncomfortable stance, broke away from Jon. The crowd parted like the red sea, unwilling to be the one to anger the Ice Prince.

He offered her his arm (to which she took) and escorted her out to the patio outside. She stayed entwined with him, as she looked out at the stray Parisian night; leaning her head onto his should. Here the two could breathe. Here the two of them could be their present selves, no ghostly facades needed. It seems they could drown out anything in the presence of each other.

Unbeknownst to them, Jon had recorded their dance, along with their previous and present interactions of that night. He thought for a second to use it as blackmail material but decided to just send it off anyways. Oh the chaos it caused.