#like how you gonna baby trap me and this get chummy with someone else???

[kenneth-black]

Dropping his kid at his husband’s to cheat on his gf with his dead wife’s clone? Eddie Diaz, you need therapy (or maybe I do after watching this episode 😭)

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Smile for the Camera (Batdad!Reader Headcanon)

Requested by @yesthetrashbin for Batdad!Reader kidnapped by the Joker for an extended period of time and the fam’s reactions

Beware - the Joker lies ahead. Gosh, that fellow makes me nervous...

AAAH! So sorry, just startled by the sight of my first GIF ever! Thanks for that suggestion, anon!

It wasn’t your fault. You did everything right.

There were guards out the wazoo at that gala. Everyone was on lookout for the Joker

But no one expected a simple-looking, un-makeup-ed man with credentials naming him Joseph Kerr to sneak into the gala and set off a smoke bomb with green-tinged smoke

By the time Batman and the others evacuate, you are missing.

Bruce goes to Gordon immediately, suspecting the Joker.

The Batfamily looks for you, getting the League to help, but even Clark can’t see or hear your voice.

And then a day turns into a week, then a week and a half. And after 264 hours, Tim screams.

He’s been watching his news feed. In a breaking story where Vicki Vale warns the viewers that the video is graphic and disturbing, you are on screen, tied to a chair, semi-conscious

You look horrible. Joker seems to have been torturing you the entire time. Your face is almost unrecognizably cut up and bloody, and your non-dominant hand seems to have been crushed by Harley’s hammer.

“Hell-ooooooo, Gotham! It’s your favorite person here with Y/N Wayne, Gotham’s greatest benefactor. I tip my hat to you, sir!”

Joker does an inane little bow and pats your shoulder. You don’t react. Tim seethes with rage

“But we’re not here to shoot the breeze! Batsy, I know you’re watching. Meet me at midnight precisely, or Gotham City might not be so chummy with you anymore for letting this guy die! Be there, or be square!”

And the feed cuts to black as the Joker digs his hand into one of your wounds and you scream bloody murder.

Bruce

Nothing else matters but you right now.

The public “Bruce Wayne” hasn’t been seen in days, enough time for the tabloids to speculate that he’s been seen meeting with the Bat to try and get you back

Clark writes a piece about a fake but touching interview where Bruce Wayne claims he’s trying to keep the family positive and pleads for the return of his husband

He hasn’t shaved, has barely eaten, and is completely focused on finding you.

He sees the video and figures immediately where the Joker is, but he forces himself into cold calculations - he can’t mess this up, or the Joker will kill you.

He gets everyone he possibly can to help. Diana, Clark, Ollie, Dinah, and Barry all volunteer, with the others taking care of their respective cities while they assist.

When it finally comes time, Barry super-speeds, undoing the traps and binds set on you and getting you to a hospital. The others proceed to make short work of the Joker.

Bruce stays in the hospital with you at all times, constantly holding your good hand, snarling at anyone who dares to ask him to consider moving or leaving

He cries unashamedly when you wake up - he was so afraid of losing you.

He won’t be overprotective afterwards, because he knows that even the greatest level of preparation can’t prevent everything bad, but he does ask you to stay in the Manor for a while, until he feels better about being apart from you.

I said he won’t be overprotective - but

You definitely have multiple trackers on you from now on.

Alfred

He’s been running on pure adrenaline this whole time

His first instinct in a crisis is to tell you how to serve as his second pair of hands, but he turns and remembers you aren’t there

He’s been trying to keep to your routine - making sure Damian and Tim sleep reasonably, keeping the peace between Jason and Bruce, helping Dick cope with life in general

Alfred’s got every hospital in Gotham standing by

He even considers calling in some old favors from his RAF days to have the Joker taken out

You and Bruce are like sons to him

And he no longer has any need for sleep when you are in danger

Afterwards he’s back to business

Although he does give you a warm “It’s good to have you back, sir”

He’s very formal

Because he wants to avoid triggering you with an emotional display

Because Alfred knows that you are the rock of the family, but he’s your rock

And he’ll be damned if you can’t depend on him for that.

If you are ever kidnapped again, he will call in those favors, hang Bruce’s “One Rule.”

Dick

Freaking out. To the point where he is unable to function

Bruce has been in mortal danger before, but the idea of losing you is unthinkable

He’s too distracted to assist in the search, so Bruce benches him.

Instead he’s tasked to look after Jason and Damian

He’s so worried, but he makes sure Damian sleeps

Even once lets the boy sleep in his bed

He makes sure Jason isn’t going to do anything rash

And he is merciless in his cheering-up tactics, taking a page out of your playbook

He constantly reassures them that you will be alright

That you need them to be good while you’re away

And that they will need to be on their best behavior when you get back

He’s so happy when you are saved.

He’s first to the hospital, and like Bruce, he refuses to leave your side.

Develops a bit of separation anxiety. He goes with you everywhere for the next several weeks.

One of the multiple trackers on you is his.

Jason

Filled with rage and fear.

Self-loathing, too. What if you get turned into something else like he did? What if they have to use a Lazarus Pit

He considers it, and he would do it

Anything other than letting you die

Dick keeps a tight watch on him

He knows he has to be a good person even when you aren’t there

He punches and fights hard, definitely maims, but doesn’t kill

Bruce benches him for your rescue

And he doesn’t want to disappoint you, so Jason allows it

He knows that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself killing the Joker.

When you’re back, he won’t know how to act.

He settles for hugging you often and being sarcastic a little less.

He’s just glad you’re safe, and back where you should be.

Tim

Probably handles it the best.

He’s been trawling through the Batcomputer’s data trying to find someplace where the Joker might be able to conceal you long-term

But the Joker doesn’t follow patterns, so this leads nowhere.

Tim basically shuts down his emotional side, focusing instead on cold hard facts, because if he didn’t, he might break

Tim might only show it when running on empty, but he loves and appreciates you as a parent every bit as much as the others. 

There are some truly unhealthy mixes of energy drinks and coffee made during this period. Tim has developed several twitches by the time you are found.

He’s not at the hospital because he’s practically comatose for a week, recovering from what appears to be a caffeine overdose.

Assumes it’s a dream when you’re released from the hospital

Breaks down crying when he learns it’s not, and nearly re-breaks your just-healed ribs hugging you

Is traumatized by the event, and will not leave you alone at a gala for months after.

Damian

Handles it the absolute worst.

He is lost without you there. He throws a massive anger fit, the aftermath of which includes swords embedded in walls with no possibility of removal.

Like Jason, Damian is benched too. Dick is given the job of watching over him, and the two share a moment when Damian allows himself to cry.

He cannot be alone, so he goes with Dick everywhere

When you wished he would act his age, you didn’t think it would be like this

He hasn’t felt this angry at someone since Talia tried to kill you.

He spends the first few days staring at pictures of all the stuff you’ve done together since he came to the Manor

And the next few days he spends watching the news carefully for anything involving the search for you.

He tries to focus by helping Alfred do the necessary chores - laundry, getting food.

He spends a lot of time with his animals, who can sense his pain and try to comfort him.

Trust me, when you get better, you’re gonna need to find him a puppy or some kind of baby animal to make him feel better.

When you wake up in the hospital, he has gone to get water for Dick and Bruce.  He may forever curse the ill timing, since he missed seeing you wake up

Damian will deny this, but he slept in yours and Bruce’s bed for the first few nights after you were cleared from the hospital, just to be sure that you’re still there.

Two of the trackers on you are Damian’s.

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New Man (Part 17)

Previous Parts & New Man on Wattpad

”I got the test results back!” you shouted, their sounds of struggling and grunting immediately stopping. They both turned to look at you in shock. “I-I’ve had them for a while and um I know who the father is,” you stammered out. You swallowed hard beginning to feel uneasy at the stares they were giving you. There was no going back now. 

     You looked and felt exhausted. Your eyes cast down at the dark color of your salted caramel tea and lips closed shut. It was the feeling of people staring at you that made you look up from your drink. The intense staring was making you uncomfortable and your hand reached down to rub at your stomach as you felt a small flutter of a kick. From the moment you woke up your day had gone on like this; Scott and Luke staring in an attempt to get you to talk. You weren’t sure how to tell them something like this. It was hard because you were about to break one of their hearts. You had been keeping Luke and Scott in the dark for at least a week and they were now finding this out. This had been something you all had chosen to do together and when the results showed up, you were suppose to call them so you could all open it together. Alas it seemed as if you had different plans. Plans that were about to blow up in your face. 

 “So you weren’t planning on telling us?” Scott finally spoke up. He ran a hand through his hair and sat up straight in his chair. You had seen this stance before. Scott usually sat like this when he was on a conference call and conducting business. It was like any feelings Scott had for you at this moment had vanished and he was only viewing you as a client or potential business partner. You swallowed hard at his question and then shrugged in response.

“You were just gonna let us keep running around in the dark with our heads cut off?” Luke questioned. His words came out in monotone and your eyes landed on him this time. He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and a frown on his face. It was almost like the two of them were reading each other’s minds, being split into two beings and showing separate moods of one person. Your lips pursed as you thought on how to answer their questions. You were nervous and had never pictured this type of reality for yourself, but alas here you were sitting in front of two men who were desperately waiting to hear if one of them was the father. You were interrupted by Michael walking into the kitchen with Raine on his hip, her head rested on his shoulder as she sucked her thumb. It hadn’t dawned on you that you were all still at Luke’s place. Realizing Scott had slept on Luke’s couch and waited till the morning just to hear the news. Everything felt like it was crashing down and you stared at the two men sitting in front of you curiously. How were they going to take the news? “How long have you had the results?” Luke asked, you spotted Michael out the corner of your eye. His head whipping around at Luke’s question and body tense. It didn’t take him long to grab the box of cereal, some baby food, a spoon, and dart right out of the kitchen. 

“About a week now. . .maybe two,” you whispered. Scott let out a scoff at your words and Luke slumped down in his chair, hand running over his face in frustration. 

“Two weeks!?!” Scott exclaimed, showing just a hint of emotion before getting back into his “business” mode demeanor. You bit onto your bottom lips and softly nodded at his words. “You’re unbelievable you know that right?” he spat. “This whole time you had us running around like chickens with their heads cut off wondering who the father was. This whole damn time and you knew. You knew the results and still kept us in the dark. What for?” Scott said, pointing at you accusingly. He was downright pissed and possibly ready to tear you into shreds over this whole thing. “Was it just to keep us both around for whenever you needed it?” he asked.

“No it wasn’t I promise you that,” you sighed. Hand still rubbing over your stomach as the kicking increased. It seemed like the baby could sense the tension and feel how fast your heart was racing and responding to it. 

“You promised a lot of things Y/N and still broke a few of them,” Scott said.

“Did you plan to have us both care for this child or something?” Luke chimed in. His eyebrows rose along with his words and you let a small groan at a harsh kick and in response to his question. They both had the right to ask you these questions, but in all honesty it was because you were scared. You didn’t know how either of them would respond to the news. You knew everything would change once they found out. Nothing would be the same again. Of course nothing was ever going to be the same now because you were having another baby, you had chose Luke, and now you knew the results. It was all too much and you wished you could go back to simpler times. When it was just you, Luke, and Raine. You wished you could go back to before the two of you started arguing and just live in that blissful time, but now, now you had to face every single decision you had made.

“I panicked,” you blurted out, “I got the results back and suddenly I realized everything was going to change. We would know who the father was and if it turned out to be one and not the other I knew two things were going to happen. One, I’d have to face the fact that shit will hit the fan and two, one of you will never look at me the same again.” You broke eye contact with them and stared at your now cold tea. You knew who the father was. He was sitting right at that table, staring at you like he couldn’t recognize who was sitting in front of him. You’ve felt his lips against yours, felt his fingers caress up and down your body, felt the energy that radiated off of him when he smiled. He was once everything you wanted and possibly needed. “I’m sorry for everything,” you mumbled, wiping away a tear that had leaked from the corner of your eye. Neither Luke nor Scott knew who you were apologizing to. You didn’t look at either of them when you said the words and yet somehow they both felt the sorrow in your voice, but Scott wasn’t finished. Though his mind was focused on the now, he couldn’t help but to ask the question he had asked last night. A question that was pushed to his mind the minute Luke reached out to squeeze your hand in comfort. 

“So how long have you been fucking him?” Scott questioned, jutting his thumb over to Luke. 

“Is that really important right now?” Luke rebutted, rolling his eyes at Scott in annoyance. The conversation you were having now was way more important than who you were currently sleeping with. 

“It is important. The two of you are always so chummy with one another and I don’t like it. I don’t care if you have a child together, some things you two shouldn’t do especially if she’s with someone else,” Scott grumbled. He was still sitting upright. His words coming out sharp and daggers heading straight towards Luke. It was obvious to everyone that you and Luke were back together, Scott even knew that. All he wanted was to hear it come from both yours and Luke’s mouth, but on top of that he wanted to hear the news on who the father was. This key detail had the ability to change everything and he knew it. 

“You sound like a child,” Luke scoffed a bit. He was right. Scott was acting like a sore loser and was going around wreaking havoc and annoying those that had “won”. “Honestly Y/N, do you really want to be taking care of three kids?” Luke smirked, receiving more death glares from Scott. 

“I think both of you are losing sight of the real situa-” you started to say.

“So who was that girl you were talking to last night then?” Scott asked, cutting you off. “You both looked really close. . .too close to be friends,” Scott commented, planting a seed of doubt in your mind. Your eyes shot towards Luke when Scott asked the question. The blond haired man’s mouth immediately snapped shut and you could see the skin on his neck turn a pinkish red color. Luke’s hand let go of yours and he placed them into his lap. He had gone awfully quiet and you didn’t like it. Since everything was coming out on the table, Scott thought why not start to question all the things that had been going on? Have this be an honest and open day. Maybe it was a good way to reveal the news and prepare for the possible worst in things.

“I’ve never seen her before nor invited her to Raine’s birthday,” you said. Scott was the one to smirk now, realizing he had peaked your interest. “Did you invite her?” you questioned. You had been very specific on who was allowed to come to Raine’s birthday. Friends that were both yours and Luke’s was invited, family, Raine’s friends, and no strangers. It was suppose to be a fun friends and family gathering. 

“She’s no one,” Luke said in a nearly quiet voice. He was avoiding your eye contact and from how the shade of pink on his neck grew to a darker red you concluded that he was lying. Scott leaned back in his spot with crossed arms and a smug look on his face. He watched the two of you closely, knowing exactly what he had just done. “Weren’t we talking about the test results!?” Luke said a lot louder this time, shifting uncomfortably in his spot at the sight of you staring him down. “She’s just a friend okay!” he mumbled out in exasperation. From how his voice cracked you realized he was still lying and before you could register anything that was happening. You pulled out the manila envelope and slapped it down on the table in front of them. 

“Is that it?” Scott questioned, both his and Luke’s eyes falling on the envelope. It felt warm underneath your hand and your fingers fiddled with the clips that held the envelope closed. Trapping the two man from knowing what the results were. They both seemed to reach out at the same time only to have you pull the envelope away from their grasps. You swallowed hard and your heart began to pound hard against your chest. It was just like the first time you had opened the results. Your hands beginning to shake and feel clammy. Only this time the situation was more intense especially with Luke and Scott sitting in front of you. You cleared your throat and slowly pulled out the papers you had been reading over and over for the longest. Someone’s foot began to tap in impatiences, but you couldn’t figure out who it belonged to. 

“Just a friend eh? You two looked too close to be friends,” you said in monotone. Luke pulled his gaze away from yours and stayed quiet. You softly scoffed and shook your head at how Luke was keeping silent even more. Your gaze landed on the papers and you gripped at the edges, and licked at your dry lips. “Whatever is written here doesn’t change anything because you all know my decision,” you mumbled, looking at both of them intently while chewing at your bottom lip. You sucked in a deep break and then let out a deep sigh before reading. “Dear Ms. Y/L/N, The enclosed information details the test results for the paternity test taken on September 29th 2017. The two possible biological fathers, who have given their DNA, were Luke Robert Hemmings and Scott Dominick Matthews. The following shows that the biological father who has a 99.9999% match is. . .” Your voice had trailed off and it was eerily quiet. The two men sitting on the edge of their seat with baited breath as they waited for you to say the words. “Is Mr. S-Scott Dominick Matthews,” you said, eyes squeezing shut as the words left your lips. 

Luke’s blood had ran cold and numbness coursed through his body. Everything sounded muffled, but he could see you jump in your spot and worry flash across your face. You were saying something to him, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. “Luke. . .Luke, goddammit give me your hand,” you said making his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was slowly coming back down to earth and with it came the feeling of shooting pain. Luke had gripped his cup a little too tight when he heard that Scott was the father and as a result he broke his glass cup and cut his hand along the way. Scott had a way different reaction at the news. A smug look rested on his face and he was mumbling something about how he knew the child was his. You weren’t listening to Scott, but Luke was. He was starting to realize the child you were carrying was no longer his. It was another man’s baby and Luke’s heart was breaking. He was being torn apart and his thoughts of having a family with you was now being washed down the drain. Luke had so desperately wanted this child to be his. He wanted things to be normal again, but that could never happen at least not now anyway. All the two of you had gone through, all the pain and heart break seemed to be for nothing, and suddenly Luke couldn’t handle it anymore. He was starting to black out.

“Hhhm I knew it. What I say? I said I was the father and what-you still choose him huh?” Scott said, watching you clean up Luke’s wounds. Scott planned on making your lives a living hell from here on out and to start he was going to gloat and rub it in Luke’s face that he was now apart if the family whether you or Luke liked it not. You weren’t able to get a word in and before you could even blink Luke had stood up and left. The front door slamming loud behind him and soon the sounds of his car leaving the driveway. You sat in your spot stunned. No longer knowing what to do, or how to think.  

[kenneth-black]

Buck in this scene is literally this meme I can’t even 😭😭😭

Homeboy couldn’t believe his eyes 😭😭😭