#or calling robin 'a deserter! I could have you shot for that you know'

[natjennie]

I love the captain as much as any of you, that much should be clear. but I have to say it. sometimes you guys make him too nice. in your fics and your art and whatnot. he's sensitive yes but when he gets overwhelmed he gets mean. he is commanding and snippy and rude. yeah maybe he'd apologize or ask for a hug or admit he was wrong or whatever but it would be a JOURNEY to get there. he's got like 8 different walls up at any given time and when you threaten one he gets cunty. please don't deny him his right to be a bitch.

[catherinnn]

Truth or Dare Harrington?

Steddie x reader

summary: The gang has a night out singing karaoke and drinking. When the party dies down, this trio continues the fun at your apartment.

warnings: SMUT (+18), threesome, p i v, unprotected sex (don't do this, this is fiction), oral sex (m & f), no body descriptions appart that it's afab reader, smoking weed and drinking alcohol.

words: 3.2 k. masterlist

It had started as a fun night out celebrating you were all finally available, the entire group.

Ever since some of you started collage and others started working, the group wasn't what it once was. But tonight you were all here, drinking shot after shot and finishing endless cups of whatever you were ordering.

You went to a karaoke bar –Robin's idea– and it was the most fun you have had in a while.

You did all from solo songs to duets.

You sang 'I'm Just a Girl' with the girls; you sang a duet with Eddie doing 'The Chain'; Steve dared you to sing 'Take My Breath Away'; and then you made him sing 'Last Christmas' –even though it is July– but he made you sing it with him. Eddie and Steve dedicated you their version of 'Maneater' which you didn't know if you should be flattered or offended by.

To sum up, every possible song until your vocal cords hurt.

After that, you offered your apartment to keep the party going. Steve and Eddie were the firsts to say yes very excitedly, but the rest of the gang decided to head home already, calling it a night.

Eddie offered to share some of his good stuff but they went off either way. You still agreed to go and smoke at least for a little while with the boys.

That's how you ended up in your couch, passing a joint among the three of you while you played some dumb drinking game.

"Truth" Eddie chooses.

"Who of the two of us was your favorite to sing with tonight?" you ask him.

"Oh, that's mean. I liked both of you," Eddie takes a moment to think. "but I think we had a lot of chemistry on that stage, big boy"

"What?" you ask offended at his answer. "We had so much chemistry with that song, and it was much more of an iconic moment than yours!"

"Hey hey, he already made his decision!" Steve argues. "Control your jealousy"

"Get out of my apartment" you joke.

"Alright, calm down, I'll make you choose too" Eddie starts. "If you were... stranded on a desert island with one of us, who would it be?"

You roll your eyes, "that's easy, Steve" Eddie gasps offended and Steve grins proudly. "Well, because he was an athlete, he has a good body to survive and also take care of me" you tried to defend your answer.

"I'll take care of you baby" Steve winks at you.

Eddie and you start bickering until Steve makes you shut up and keep playing.

"Quit fighting, Eddie I dare you to say your favorite thing about her"

Eddie smirks already knowing his answer, "Umm, let me think," he says, pretending to be indecisive while forming two circles with his hands in front of his chest, mimicking the shape of breasts.

Steve laughs at this and you roll your eyes containing your giggle.

"Uh- no, it's her eyes, definitely" he answers for real this time.

"Yours?" Steve asks you now. "What's your favorite think about him?"

"Umm," you look at him while thinking your answer. "I could say your eyes as well, but I don't want to copy you... and I love your hair but we have the king of all hairs here present" you say referring to Steve. "I really like your smile, your whole face lights up when you smile, and you have those cute dimples too"

Eddie, ironically, can't help but smile at your statement.

"My turn" you declare. "Stevie, truth or dare"

"Dare"

"I dare you to... hold hands with Eddie for the next three rounds"

"Alright" he takes the other man's hand in his as he also takes the joint from his mouth to keep smoking himself. The latter rolls his eyes at this.

More rounds like that continue, where Eddie makes you sit on Steve's lap until you finish playing, and you make Eddie do a sexy dance without music where you couldn't stop laughing.

"Truth or dare Harrington?" the metalhead asks him.

"Truth"

"What is... a fantasy of yours? A sexy one"

"Uh..." Steve debates whether to say it or not. "Well, I've always wanted to- um, to have a threesome"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"With two girls?" you ask him.

"Yeah... or a guy and a girl too, I think" he confesses.

"Princess, I dare you and Steve to shotgun" Eddie says all of the sudden.

"What? It's not even your turn"

"We're not even following those rules anymore" he defends.

"Uh, fine" you agree either way.

Steve grabs the joint and as you were already on his lap you just turn your head to look at him.

"I'll do it, yeah?" he checks and you nod.

He takes a drag and holds it, you move your head as close as you can so your lips are almost touching. He exhales the smoke into your mouth and you inhale it.

You don't know if it's the weed or having Steve so close to your face you're almost kissing, but you get a little dizzy on your head.

"You okay?" he checks on you again noticing this. You nod slowly without moving away yet, as you exhale the smoke.

Eddie looks at this smirking, enjoying the scene. "Steve, I dare you to kiss her"

"W- what?"

"Oh, you are both dying to! Just do it already!" he accuses.

You and Steve look back at each other as if you're asking the same question: Can we?

And you both give each other a little nod.

Therefore, Steve slowly closes the distance, finally kissing you.

His lips feel soft on yours. You can taste something sweet as well as the weed from before. The kiss is slow and tender, he caresses your cheek to pull you closer. Your hands go to his hair, feeling how soft it is.

When you separate, you let a little laugh out and so does he.

"That's cute" Eddie comments. You both look back at him.

Steve tries something, hoping it goes well. "Munson, I dare you to kiss her now"

He looks at Steve surprised, but with a smile on. As if he couldn't believe he had said that.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asks you.

It's like having a little red devil on one shoulder saying, 'Yes! Go kiss him!' and a little angel on the other shoulder saying, 'No, you shouldn't be doing this.’

You pick the devil's side.

Getting down from Steve’s lap, you move closer to the other boy now.

He smirks at you before pressing his lips to yours.

This kiss was a little harder, not fast, just more passionate. He tastes like mint mixed with a smoky sent, being the weed and cigarettes. His hand is also on your cheek, almost at your jaw, keeping you in place. Your hands are also on his hair as you play with his curls.

You separate and feel that dizzy head again. What are these boys doing to you?

He smiles as well as Steve did and you ignore the little jump your belly does.

"I think there's only one move left" you comment as you look at them. You point at one, then at the other, and continue moving your finger back and forth between them, indicating both of them.

Eddie looks at Steve with a big grin. He's enjoying this way too much.

"O- okay" Steve agrees and they get closer until they start kissing.

You lean back enjoying the show. They don't hold back, it’s not a mere peck on the lips, not even close to that. They kiss properly. You wonder if now their tastes are mixed as well. Or if they can taste your lips as well as each other's.

You sit up and get closer to them. They separate and both look at you with puffy lips, you smile at that sight. You feel their hands at your waist bringing you closer. You grab both their faces gently as you bring them closer together and to you.

They see you closing your eyes and they follow you.

It's your first three-way kiss, it's not as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be. It's pretty fun actually, feeling both of their lips against yours, tongues meeting each other again. It's really hot.

You separate after a few minutes of that, looking at them smiling.

"Umm, do you... do any of you want to stop?" Steve asks a bit awkwardly.

Eddie is quick to shake his head, looking at you expectantly.

"Me either" you confirm.

Eddie smiles and kisses you again. You extend your hand to Steve so he doesn't feel left out. He takes it and starts to kiss your neck now. You let out a soft moan against the other boy's mouth.

Kisses and touches are shared among the three of you. You feel Eddie's hands under your shirt and Steve's on your ass. The metalhead lifts your shirt up a little as if asking you if it's okay, you separate from Steve's mouth and lift your arms up. He bites his lips as he takes the shirt off.

Both boy's hands are quickly on your waist, belly and chest.

"You can take that off too, you know?" you say referring to you bra. They look at you as if you just told them they won the lottery.

Steve is the first to reach the back of your bra and unhook it. Eddie's hands take your straps and slowly takes it off completely.

They stare at your boobs as if it is the first time they're seeing breasts. You know for a fact that it's not.

Steve's hands that were on your waist, travel upwards to touch them. Eddie goes to kiss your neck and travel down to your chest, and then to your breasts.

Steve kisses you again and you go to take his shirt off now. You moan on his mouth as Eddie plays with your tits expertly, making you more impatient.

“Can you lay down for us, sweetheart?” Steve asks you and you do as he asked.

Eddie sits up next to Steve, looking down at you as well. Steve whispers something in Eddie’s ear and he nods in agreement. You frown.

“Care to share with the class, boys?” you tell them. Eddie smirks at your joke but stays quiet.

“We just want to take of you” Steve starts.

“Enjoy you a little bit. Does that sound good, princess?” Eddie continues.

You’re still intrigued of what they agreed on, but accept either way.

“Good, just relax for us” Eddie says again as he hovers on top of you and starts kissing you. You enjoy having him like this. You feel Steve’s hands on your thighs going up to your hips.

“Can I take these off?” he asks referring to your pants and you give him the green light.

He unbuttons your pants and takes them off, taking his time, caressing your thighs while you still enjoy of the other boy’s lips on yours.

“These are so cute, baby” the bigger boy comments making Eddie stop kissing you to turn his head and see what he was talking about.

“Oh” Eddie lets out sweetly, “Do you always wear pretty panties like these?” he teases and you shake your head. “No? And why did you wear them tonight?”

You shrug this time, acting innocent. The truth is they make you feel good about yourself. You feel pretty and hot with them. As you knew you were going to go out with them tonight, you wanted the confidence. But you weren’t going to admit that.

“Just a coincidence? Or did you wear them because you were gonna see us?” Eddie continues teasing you.

“What do you think?” you say against his lips, challenging him.

“I think you’re not as innocent as you seem right now” he confesses and it takes everything in you not to make him lay down now as you sit in top of him and see if he can still tease you that way. But you don’t, because you also want to focus on Steve.

“Stop it you two” Steve orders.

“Open your pretty legs, baby” Eddie changes the subject smirking as he moves to face your panties now.

Steve takes advantage of this and lays next to you as he starts kissing your neck.

Eddie finally takes your underwear off and you feel him kissing your thighs, traveling up.

You turn to kiss the boy next to you and he responds happily, caressing from your waist, to your back, your neck, your hair. Everywhere he can really.

Eddie’s kisses move to your cunt now, focusing on your clit and teasing your entrance with two of his fingers.

It’s harder to focus now, Eddie puts his mouth to good use when he’s not mocking you. He makes you feel so good, knowing exactly where and how to play with your pussy. This, added with the touches and kisses Steve leaves on your skin, making you burn.

You moan as you back to kissing Steve, one of your hands on his hair and the other on the hair of the boy kissing you lower. Pulling at each mane.

Eddie doesn’t even want to blink, looking at you both make out as you hide your moans on Steve’s mouth. He is enjoying your sweet taste and the beautiful view. Flickering his tongue quickly on your clit and then sucking on it, he enters two of his fingers in you, making you arch, he smirks against your pussy.

His tongue moves in sync with his fingers, picking a more urgent pace as he feels you clench. You separate from Steve as you keep moaning.

“Gonna cum, baby? Are you close?” the latter asks as he enjoys watching you like this.

“Yes, mmph” you let out pulling on the long set of hair and arching even more as you cum. Your legs try to close but Steve stops them before you succeed.

Eddie keeps licking your pussy for a few more seconds after you cum, to then get up triumphantly. Steve grabs the boy to give him another kiss, tasting you on his tongue. Both men moan at this.

While you catch your breath you see them as they undress each other completely. When they’re done, they look back at you.

“Do you want to keep going?” Eddie asks you and you tell them yes.

They make you sit in the middle on them, your back to Steve. Eddie kisses you and you still taste yourself a little, Steve kisses your whole back.

The tattooed boy steps back, and Steve slowly pushes you down, positioning you all on fours.

“If you want to stop at any time, please tell us. Okay?” He says in your ear and you nod.

You feel Eddie’s hand on your chin, making you look up. He kisses you again as you feel Steve positioning himself in your entrance.

“Can I, baby?” he checks one more time, and you give him the green light once again.

You moan in Eddie’s mouth as you feel Steve entering you. He’s big, really big, making you feel him everywhere.

Eddie kisses your check, jaw, and neck until you get used to Steve’s size. Then he gets up, and you’re now facing his belly.

Before either of them says anything, you understand what they want to do. You start kissing his happy trail down to his cock. He’s also very big, a little less thick than Steve, but definitely nothing for him to feel jealous of.

You feel Steve moving slow but deep inside you, and as he feels you getting more wet around him, he fastens his thrusts.

You start kissing Eddie’s head and licking his length for a few seconds just to tease him. Then you finally wrap your lips around him, slowly entering your mouth. He throws his head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

“Your mouth feels so good, princess, fuck” he curses.

Steve moves faster at this, “Pussy’s so good too, you’re just fucking perfect” he moans.

You moan with your mouth completely full, making Eddie grunt and wrap his hand in your hair, also preventing it from bothering you.

Both boys take pleasure on the view as well. Eddie can see Harrington with his mouth slightly open, letting some moans and curses out as he moves perfectly inside you. He can see your round ass and Steve’s hands gripping it harshly. Lastly, he can see your beautiful face in pleasure as you take all of him in your mouth. He wonders how he can be so fucking lucky to be living this, but wishes it never stops.

Steve watches your pussy take him expertly, from his tip until he feels his pelvis come in touch with your skin. He watches your ass all round and perfect in front of him; he can’t see your face, but he sees Eddie’s hand grip your hair tighter and tighter until his skin turns white. He watches the other boy’s tattooed chest and arms, with his head turning back in pleasure from time to time, showing his big neck.

“Fuck yes, just like that, princess” Eddie curses. And Steve smirks feeling you clench around him.

“She likes hearing you, Munson”

“Oh, do you now? You like me saying how good you’re taking me? Best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had” You feel a tingle of jealousy imagining him with another girl in her knees for him, you’ll find a way to bother him with that when your mouth is not completely full.

“Fuck, she really does” Steve snitches on you and Eddie laughs.

“Such a good play toy we have here for us, Harrington”

“Fucking right we do”

Eddie feels you whimper against him. You separate, taking him out of your mouth to breathe for a second.

“That’s good, catch your breath, sweetheart” he says as he brushes his thumb over your swollen lips.

“Fuck, Steve! Harder!” you take the advantage to tell him and he obeys, making you face the cushions now form how hard he’s thrusting in and out.

“I can feel how close you are, baby, cum for us” He orders now, sliding a hand to play with your clit.

“Oh, yes yees, just like that!” You grip the cushions hard as you let yourself come undone.

“Shit baby, you’re so hot” He moves harder and faster now, catching his climax.

He quickly takes himself out, stroking his cock fast until he cums on your back, cursing and moaning as he does.

He picks up his shirt and cleans you out as you catch your breath.

You feel Eddie now next to you again.

“You feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I’m really good” you comment, and you see he’s still hard.

“Eds” you get up to sit on his lap, but he stops you.

“Wait, hey. Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to?”

You roll your eyes playfully, still appreciating his concern, and you kiss him again.

He kisses you back so needy, grabbing you to sit on him and feeling you up.

He stops for a second and looks to the side of the room, Steve is sitting down watching you. Eddie signals the seat next to him, and Steve gets closer to you.

You go back to kissing Eddie, and Steve is kissing his neck.

Hands are everywhere, feeling each other’s bodies. You get up slightly and grab Eddie’s dick so you can sit on him.

“Oh, shit” he moans against Steve’s mouth. You move back and forth on him, Steve’s hands controlling your movements, helping you to ride Eddie.

“Oh fuuck” you moan arching my back.

“Sensitive baby?” Steve teases you and you nod.

“You feel so good, princess, holy shit” his head rests back on Steve’s shoulder. You both go to kiss and bite his neck, leaving marks behind just like the one’s Steve’s leaving on your hips from his tight grip.

“You feel so so good in me, baby” You tease him a little, whisper in his ear. “You both did, stretching me out so well, my big boys”

“Fuck- I- I’m not gonna last, I’m so close” He rests his head on your shoulder now, leaving bites and kisses.

“Cum with me Eds, I’m so close too” you jump faster now.

“Look at our little bunny here” Steve keeps teasing you both now, Eddie looks up at you and kisses you once again.

“Mhh, cum Eddie! Cum with me!” You tell him as you let go. He follows you right behind, grunting your name.

You stay like that with him, hugging each other. Steve gets up to grab a glass of water and a towel so he can clean you up once again.

He rests back on the couch next to you two.

“That was incredible” he comments.

“It really was” you say, turning your head to look at him, still resting with Eddie.

“You okay, Munson?” Steve checks since he stayed silent.

“I’m awesome man” he finally lets out. “and was incredible, indeed”

“You’re staying over? Don’t make me sleep alone now” you ask them.

“Of course, sweetheart”

“If you insist, princess”

You let out a small laugh, pleased with their answers.

“Let’s go to bed before we fall asleep on the couch” Steve orders.

And you sleep with one of them on each side, all cuddling together. You haven’t slept that good in a while.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

How Different Is It (part 18.5)

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Tim left Jason and Danny’s apartment with a tupperware of cinnamon rolls and a fresh loaf of bread after the confrontation with Danny and Jason, and shot a quick text to Dick assuring him everything was fine and Tim would share details later, and to Alfred asking about a vacation. Then he turned off his phone before they could text him back. He had had enough of emotions for today and he just wanted to go home and see Kon. To talk, and maybe spar, and try and make sense of what he had just seen.

He sped back to Titan’s tower, he could have called on Kon for a lift, and been home faster of course but he wanted to clear his head on his own. He thought it had worked, at least until he slammed the door with enough force to make himself wince. Huh, he hadn’t meant to do that, clearly he was more upset then he realized.

He winced again when he heard the woosh of air that meant the unusual noise had summoned Kon. Damn that super hearing, nothing got past him. 

“Are you okay?” Kon asked, looking over Tim worriedly. 

“Yes,” He snapped, before amending quickly. “No, but I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Can we just spar? I have some… stuff to work out. Only if you’re up to it?”

“Of course we can! Come on. Weapons or hand to hand?”

“Hand to hand,” Robin decided as they walked together up to the roof top sparring room. “And stay grounded please.” Sometimes Kon using some flight was a fun challenge to get up to him, today Tim would just find it frustrating. 

“I’ll keep it as no-powers as I can,” Kon promised, holding up his hand in a pledge which made Tim's lips twitch up in a smile. He loved the sincerity in Kon, it was so… sweet.

“Thanks Kon,” Tim said, his shoulders already relaxing in preparation for the fight. He tolled them comfortably, his neck to, limbering up for the upcoming spar.

He avoided common areas on the way up, except for slipping into the deserted kitchen for just a moment to leave the food, most of the time sparring was a group activity with those not in the fight cheering from the sidelines, but today Robin didn't want an audience.

They reached the sparring room without anyone seeing them and Tim hopped up onto the mats, waiting for Kon to come join him. When his… partner drifted up Robin didn't wait for the usual formalities of sparring before lunging in, immediately on the offensive. Kon kept his motions to a human speed as he dodged and kicked though it was performative more than anything.

Robin jumped over the leg and kicked back, he didn't pull his punches fighting Kon and normally would think nothing of it. This time though, he hesitated which meant he missed, an event which startled them both so badly that Tim stumbled and Kon missed catching him. 

“Robin… are you sure you're okay?” Kon asked worriedly but Tim ignored the question. He used the momentary distraction to push himself up and used that momentum to go on the attack again. He struck without hesitation this time and knew as usual that his knuckles would be now bruised then Kon’s skin. Kon barely responded, he grabbed Tim's arm and swung him around making him skid back before he ran forward again.

He forced himself not to hesitate even as he more deeply analyzed how this felt then he ever had before, was fully aware of the impact of his feet and fist on the flesh of the man he loved. Because despite what everyone thought he was aware of his feelings for Kon. It was just… complicated. 

By the time Robin finally stood still they were both breathing heavily, and Tim felt a little bit better. He sighed and ran his hands back through his fair, nodded to Kon and then wandered off the mat, sitting down on the edge of the mat and crossed his legs. After a moment Kon came and sat down next to Tim quietly. 

“So, are you ready to talk?” Kon asked after a bit of comfortable silence. 

“Ya, Ya I guess so. But you have to keep it to yourself alright? I don’t want anyone else on the team to know it’s a-” He struggled for a moment to think of what to say. “A family matter.”

“Of course. I won’t tell anyone. If you don’t want to talk about it here we can go somewhere else,” Kon offered. 

“No that’s alright,” Tim said, shaking his head. “We’re alone right?”

“Ya, we are,” Kon confirmed, he would hear if anyone was eavesdropping. 

“Alright,” He was quiet again for a minute trying to figure out how best to say this before deciding to just spit it out. “I saw Jason hit Danny yesterday.” 

“What?!” Kon spluttered, his eyes wide and confused. 

“They have an agreement, because Danny is durable and heals quickly, and Jason has anger issues Jason takes his anger out on Danny. But it looks awful, Jason is so violent and Danny still bruises and bleeds.

“Nightwing and I went to try and talk about it with them, try and stage an intervention I guess? Danny was absolutely furious and made Nightwing leave immediately but he let me stay because they feel protective of me I guess. Danny explained the bit about the arrangement to me, before that I just knew that Jason hit him.

“He said that it’s no true harm, it’s a bonding thing for them even. He likened it to us sparring. He asked if knowing I can hit you as hard as I can without hurting you really helps, if it feels good to work out my frustration on you knowing I can't actually hurt you.” He sighed, combing his fingers through his hair again. “And it doesn't.

“Is that bad? I mean, he's right, it does feel good. It looks worse that Danny doesn't fight back at all but you can't fight at your full strength either when we spar so the fight you put up is performative to make me feel better more then anything, is that materially different?

“I have a feeling that if I asked you not to fight back you probably would just let me. I didn't ask earlier because I didn't want to find out, not really.”

“Ah,” Kon sounded, looking down and to the side and rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I wouldn't, if you asked. But you're not hurting me Tim, we're sparring. It's different, it's not wrong. So I guess if that's what they're doing it's not so bad it's it?” 

“That's what I think too but at the same time I don't know if that's because it's true or because it's to painful to think about my brother being an abuser and me being like him,” Tim sighed and leaned against Kon’s shoulder who hesitated and then wrapped an arm around Tim’s shoulders.

“You're a good person Rob, and so is Hood. It's okay, you're not doing anything wrong when we spar, it keeps both of us sharp and… calm, and it does help me feel closer to you,” Kon assured.

“Thanks Kon. I really, I really like you, you know?” Tim said softly.

“I really like you too Tim, and when you're ready to get past those fears of commitment you know I'm here, right?” Kon asked softly.

“Right, thank you for being patient. I think it will be soon,” Tim promised, snuggling a little closer to Kon’s side.

[okasuka]

Damian wayne x Reader - Confession.

The night was sticky, the kind that clung to the skin like a second layer of clothing. The city lights flickered in the distance, casting an eerie glow on the deserted alleyway. Y/N leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. They had been tipped off about a weapons exchange happening somewhere in the bowels of Gotham, and she wasn't about to let it go down without at least trying to disrupt it.

"Where the hell is he?" she muttered under her breath, referring to her unpredictable ally, Damian Wayne. He was never punctual, but this was pushing it, even for him. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck, and she resisted the urge to wipe it away, not wanting to disturb the mask that clung to her face like a second skin.

Suddenly, the sound of gravel crunching underfoot echoed through the narrow passageway. Y/N tensed, her hand instinctively reaching for the gadget-laden utility belt at her waist. A figure emerged from the darkness, and she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized the cocky swagger that could only belong to one person.

"Damian," she said, her voice flat. "Nice of you to show up."

The young man in question rolled his eyes behind his own mask, the crimson and black of his Robin costume stark against the grime of the alley. "You know, Y/N," he began, his tone as sharp as a knife's edge, "I don't have to be here."

"And yet, here you are," she shot back, pushing off the wall. "Let's get this over with."

The tension between them was palpable, thick as the humidity in the air. They had never gotten along, despite their shared history with Bruce Wayne. Damian was a constant thorn in her side, a reminder of the line she couldn't cross. But she had to admit, when it came to fighting crime, he was one of the best.

They moved through the shadows in silent agreement, each step calculated and precise. The alley grew narrower, the stench of rotting garbage more pronounced. Above them, the occasional flicker of a neon sign reflected off the wet pavement. The anticipation of the impending confrontation made her heart race, but she pushed it aside. Now wasn't the time for distractions.

As they approached the designated location, the sound of hushed voices grew louder. Y/N signaled for Damian to take the high ground, her eyes darting to the fire escape that zigzagged up the side of a dilapidated building. He nodded, and with a fluid grace that defied gravity, he began to climb, disappearing into the darkness.

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. The alley opened up into a courtyard, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb. There, in the center, a group of shady characters were huddled around a table laden with an assortment of deadly weapons. She counted six of them, all heavily armed and looking ready for a fight.

Her grip tightened around the butt of her grappling gun. It was showtime. With a silent prayer to whatever deity watched over vigilantes, she stepped into the light.

"You know, guys," she called out, her voice echoing through the courtyard, "this whole 'selling illegal weapons' gig is really going out of style."

Their heads snapped up, six pairs of eyes narrowing into glares. One of them, a burly man with a scar running the length of his cheek, spat out a curse. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Just a concerned citizen," she replied, her smile cold and hard. "And I'm pretty sure you know the drill. Drop the goods and get out of here, or things are going to get...complicated."

They didn't budge, instead raising their weapons with a collective snarl. Behind them, she heard the metallic sound of a blade unsheathing. Damian had made his presence known.

The air grew taut with the promise of violence, and she could almost taste the adrenaline. She knew this dance well, the thrill of the fight, the anticipation of victory. But something felt different tonight. Maybe it was the way Damian's eyes had searched hers before he took off into the shadows, or the way her heart had skipped a beat when she saw him.

Before the first shot could ring out, she launched herself forward, the grappling hook firing from her gun and embedding itself in the concrete above the thugs. She swung into action, knocking the weapons from their hands with swift, precise movements. They stumbled back, caught off-guard by the sudden onslaught.

Damian dropped down from his perch, the crimson cape billowing around him. He moved with a feral grace, his sword flashing in the dim light. The clang of steel on steel filled the air as he engaged the man with the scar in a duel that was as mesmerizing as it was lethal.

Y/N took on two more, her fists flying as she dodged bullets and kicks with a finesse that came from years of training. The sound of breaking bones and grunts of pain were a symphony to her ears. But she knew she couldn't let herself get lost in the battle. There was something she had to do, something she had been avoiding for far too long.

With a swift kick to the chest, she sent the last of her opponents sprawling. She turned to face the man with the scar, who had backed away from Damian's relentless onslaught. The rage in the young Wayne's eyes was unmistakable.

"Damian," she called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Take a breath."

He didn't stop, his sword slicing through the air with a deadly rhythm. She could see the fury in his movements, the frustration of a lifetime of being told what he could and couldn't do bubbling to the surface.

"Damian," she tried again, louder this time. "We're in this together."

This time, he paused, his chest heaving. She stepped closer, reaching out a hand to him. The thug took the opportunity to lunge at her, but she was ready. With a twist and a pivot, she avoided the attack and brought her elbow down on the back of his neck. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"You okay?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Damian's.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, with a growl, he sheathed his sword. "Fine," he spat, his voice gruff. "But we're not done here."

Their eyes met, and in that split second, the weight of their unspoken confessions hung heavy in the air. They had both put themselves in danger, not just for the mission, but for each other. And she knew that when this was all over, there would be no more hiding the truth.

"Let's finish this," she said, her voice steady. "Then we'll talk."

Together, they turned to face the remaining thugs, who had realized their mistake and were now desperately trying to escape. But they weren't going anywhere. Not with Robin and Y/N on their tail. The night was far from over, and the city of Gotham had two more heroes to thank for keeping its streets safe. But as they took down the final member of the gang, she couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring. Would their friendship survive the revelation of their true feelings? Or would it all crumble apart like the buildings around them?

They gathered the weapons and secured the perimeter, ensuring the scene was clear for the GCPD to arrive. The adrenaline of the fight slowly ebbed away, leaving a strange calm in its wake. The tension between them was no longer a storm waiting to break but a simmering ember, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

Y/N looked over at Damian, his breaths still heavy, his eyes still blazing. "We need to talk," she said firmly, her voice a whisper in the quiet alley. "This... this can't go on."

Damian's gaze softened, the anger dissipating like the night's shadows. He nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. They had always been two sides of the same coin, both bound by a duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. But now, it seemed there was something more, something that could either strengthen their bond or shatter it completely.

They found a secluded rooftop, the city sprawling out before them like a neon quilt. The wind tugged at their masks, carrying with it the distant wail of sirens. Gotham was a city of secrets and pain, and they had just shared one of their own. Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

"Damian," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I know we've had our differences, but... I think I've been wrong about you."

He turned to her, his expression a mix of confusion and hope. "What do you mean?"

"I think... I think I like you," she admitted, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. "I mean, more than just as a partner."

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The only sound was the distant hum of the city and the pounding of their hearts. Then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, Damian closed the space between them, his hand reaching up to cradle her face.

"Y/N," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I've liked you for a long time. I just didn't know how to show it without... without screwing everything up."

Their eyes searched each other's, a silent conversation passing between them. And then, with a gentle pressure, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with all the passion and frustration that had been building between them for years. A kiss that promised a future filled with both danger and love.

When they finally pulled apart, the world had shifted on its axis. They were no longer just allies, no longer just family friends. They were something more, something that neither of them had anticipated, but something they both desperately needed.

"We can figure this out," she whispered, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "Together."

Damian nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Always."

And with that, they stood side by side, the wind whipping around them as they looked out over the city. Gotham was their battlefield, their home, and now, it was the backdrop for a love that could either be their greatest strength or their most dangerous distraction. Only time would tell.

[thatgordongirl]

Ghosts Season 1 References to the ghosts’ lives

Finally got through the first season on all the references and inferences to the ghosts’ lives, hope everyone likes the results?

Episode 1 - Who Do You Think You Are? 

Fanny is Heather’s Great-Grandmother

Mary could make baskets and died in a witch trial

Kitty ate and dislikes eggs

Julian mentions his by-election victory speech from 1991- very inspiring, very long, and a few smutty jokes. This particular by-election occurred after the death of a conservative member on 20th September 1991 in which a labour member took their place. Whether it is altering that by-election to insert Julian or if it is completely unrelated all together is unknown (Take with a grain of salt, I am an Aussie who doesn’t know the intricacies of British politics) 

Robin lived on the land first, but Fanny owned the house 

Both Alison and Captain love gardens/garden views 

When Thomas was alive, he heard a rumour that a plague girl could be heard singing in the pantry

Julian is wearing two rings: his wedding ring and presumably his Cambridge ring 

Fanny was pushed out of the window by her husband George

George was having an affair with two other men 

Mary could milk a cow

Episode 2 - Gorilla War

I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General was written in 1879, so Captain most likely heard it when he was alive 

Kitty sings The Lark in the Morning, dating back to 1778

Julian is a first from Cambridge

Once, a bear was able to see Robin

Julian references compact discs, but also seems to have some knowledge of technology

Robin references a cousin 

Julian claims to have, as a lead envoy, solved the Arabian crisis in 1991 by starting a war 

The plague ghosts know how to fix the old boiler, they were most likely there when it was fixed previously

Not a living thing, but Pat calls Thomas Tom in this episode and it’s adorable write that down

Julian refers to the Watney MP having sexual relations with horses (That’s right, plural) 

Julian references a liberal in a sailor sauna (And he was not there to learn about boats) 

Thomas most likely read Romeo and Juliet when alive

Episode 3 - Happy Death Day

Pat was killed when teaching his scouts archery, in which Keith accidentally shot him. He died calling out for someone to call his wife and driving the bus into a tree. (Self-explanatory, still horrified me)

Captain references a speech made by Winston Churchill

Robin talks about fighting with rocks and sticks and bears (recurring theme apparently)

Kitty thinks her father is dead, which may imply he didn’t die on the grounds 

Kitty’s sister Eleanor told her that people made babies by pressing their ears together 

Captain references The Blitz, a German bombing campaign that occurred during WW2, and the Luftwaffe, the German airforce 

The east wing’s drainage was put into the house in 1894

Pat’s death day was October 27th 1984

Julian mentions extending the Bramptons in 1986, he ran it through the MP expenses 

Robin has a flea in his ear and worms 

Julian shot fish in a barrel once at a Party Conference in Bournemouth

Pat’s family come every year on his death day to the tree that he crashed into, which came down after the storm of 1987

Pat has a son, Daley, and a wife, Carol

His best friend Morris had his own set of keys to their house

Pat came home one Sunday from camp and found all Morris’ clothes on the floor, he and Carol had an affair

Captain mentions the Western Desert campaign and Bernard Montgomery

Thomas had probably eaten figs and drank wine

Julian has taken part in a ‘Norwegian picnic’ and ‘Himalayan Campsite’ 

Mary says that when you saw a swan in her town it was the devil at play 

Julian is wearing a watch on his left wrist

Daley had (what I think to be) beige pants, he’s an accountant, he’s happy 

Carol is busy with the bowls club, Morris is sweet but very small

Pat’s grandson is named after him, and has Pat’s legs 

Episode 4 - Free Pass

Julian remarks that he was never fond of cornflakes 

Thomas liked eating an egg atop a cutlet, a thin slice of meat from the leg or ribs of mutton, veal, pork or chicken

Button House is from the 15th century, 1469 to be precise 

The facade is mid-16th century 

Captain assumes the actors will be dressed in loincloths, oiled up, and kissing each other. I don’t know if that’s a Tim period thing or if Captain’s just seen freaky stuff 

Henry VIII dined in the banqueting hall, he had swan, hog, dumplings and figs and stank out the privy (I’m dying rn)

Mary is from the Stuart era, Humphrey from Tudor, and Thomas from the Regency

Pat dislikes veggie sausages 

Julian likes to bet on horses 

Julian’s free pass was Samantha Fox

Both Julian and Margot had lists, Margot’s included Wolf, Cobra and John Fashanu from the 1992 show Gladiators 

Thomas’ rivalry with Lord Byron is mentioned 

Pat references video cassettes 

Thomas believes that Lord Byron stole one of his verses 

Robin asks why Toby is doing a rain dance 

Julian remarks that the free pass wasn’t a joke in his marriage 

Episode 5 - Moonah Ston

Fanny falls from the east wing window, and is notably dressed in grey

She’s Edwardian. This era is placed between 1901-1910, but some say it ended with the beginning of WWI in 1914. As Fanny mentioned having a ticket for the titanic, this would place her between 1910-1914

Julian met Barclay at a party fundraiser at Button House

Julian heard a funny story on a golf course involving Bruce Forsyth-Johnson, a British entertainer

Pat loves dogs so much he’s willing to get sick, bless him

Julian references The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

Fanny possibly ate turtle soup, oyster rissoles and pheasant 

Captain is unsurprisingly able to shoot a gun

“Gleaming bundook op from the civvy” and “boshing jerry” is Captain just saying that the civilian is good at shooting and he’ll be out fighting Germans in no time 

Mary knows how to properly prepare a pheasant

Robin had his own site on the grounds that Stonehenge apparently copied, and he remembers the ritual reading 

Fanny is disgruntled by the cutlery and says they should be on the outside, which was how she was taught 

Fanny also seems to have knowledge on Barclay’s family 

Kitty says she’s wearing what she died in, pretty self-explanatory there

Thomas is well aware of techniques for public speaking such as dramatic pauses, but clearly wasn’t good at using them

Thomas references Saint Cuthbert

Pat references Betemax 

Julian is aware of Barclay’s poker ability and his bank account in Fiji 

Robin’s connection with the moon is rooted in it being the only thing that’s been around as long as he has 

Captain mentions light pollution, which only began getting addressed in the 1950s, though he could’ve learnt about it earlier or later

Episode 6 - Getting Out 

Robin liked eating cooked meat

Julian likes fondue 

The house was worth a thousand pounds in Fanny’s era 

Julian has committed fraud to get money 

The plague ghosts have had falling outs before, but they’ve never lasted longer than 20-25 years

Pat describes having music on the go, unaware that it already exists 

Fanny hid an Arabic jewel in a box under a floorboard, it was given to her husband by Queen Empress Alexandra. He pawned it. 

Captain has ear hair 

Captain’s limbs creak, it is a joke of course, but canonical so my hands are tied

Kitty likes to talk about balls and eligible men

Robin has seen many people come and go from the house

The plague ghost skeletal remains are under the house 

Captain was aware of the bodies in the basement 

[bells-of-black-sunday]

"You have such big hands,"

He muttered softly, his voice almost swallowed by the chattering voices from the movie that flickered on their living room television that he was willfully ignoring to intensely focus on the lines of Tarhos' palm. Haruko was nestled up close n' cozy against Tarhos' side, and was quite distracted by the arm wrapped around him; his little gremlin hands peeking from beneath the depths of two thick blankets, to play with his lover's fingers. As the film transitioned into a light-hearted comedic scene, Haru's focus began to wane, the plot losing its grip on his fleeting attention; thankfully he remembered just enough to start running his mouth when the scene grew into some panning shots of the city or wherever the cast had ended up ━

"Y'know, we should talk about what we're going to do for our honeymoon." As if it was nothing and with a playful twist, Haru turned onto his back and peeped up at him with those big, dark eyes and plush parted lips. "There's just so many options - I mean we could really go anywhere with my savings and your bazillion dollars a year job." With a short snicker.

"Not sure if I wanna do something tropical or like … rigorous. Like a European tour would be so much fun," he continued, a hint of excitement brightening his expression, "Buuuuut I'm going to be so tired riding you that I don't know if I could keep up." He paused, finally taking a moment to catch his breath as he mused and closed his eyes, "On the other hand though," he continued with a rather cute and annoyed huff, "I think lounging on a beach for a month would also get pretty fucking boring too. I guess we could explore the island, Ugh wait ━ I don't wanna be one of those people that get lost and die in the woods ━ Oh! What's it called? 411? Or is that just in the States? Did you ever go on any rescue missions for that? Isn't it military?"

He paused, blinking up to Tarhos before his brain caught up to his mouth. Clear embarrassment on his face, "That ... sorry, I guess I'm just excited thinkin' about it. Did you have any ideas already … ?"

Long days of work really made moments like these better. Curled up on their couch with the rain gently tapping against the window... he'd be lying if he said he didn't nearly fall asleep a few times. Haru's voice made him focus back in on reality yawning with a soft chuckle as he listened to him ramble. Like every word were just his thoughts spilling freely as if his head couldn't contain his energy. Tarhos would happily drown in that excitement. Gently grasping his hand to kiss his knuckles... missing? Military....? Where was his mind going? Ah.

"No I never went on rescue missions like that, mostly just search and secure. Spent more time walking than seeing anything... I do know I don't want to go back to a desert. Too hot. Too dull." Too many bad memories. He never really talked about his tours, well— he talked about them to that shrink that Robin recommended after everything. They just never usually came up between him and Haru. Even then it was easier to talk about the bad parts like they happened to someone else and he didn't want to traumatize his boyfriend for just asking a question.

"I haven't even asked you to marry me yet and you're already thinking about the honeymoon?" The bodyguard snorts leaning down to kiss the crown of his head, "I think we could get into trouble anywhere we go. Plenty of places with nice beaches that are tourist towns, there's nice beaches in Europe too. Plenty of history there too, I know you're really into that kind of thing." Tarhos sighed getting comfortable again the tv completely fading into background noise as he struggled to keep his tired thoughts in order, "Mmm... but the mountains are nice too. We can always decide later I guess."

[karama9]

So it turns out Link is a thief that I'm currently calling The Roguish Rogue. It's giving Robin Hood and Princess Bride at this point. Anyway, here's a very early draft of a potential opening:

Swords and Crowns, Prologue

Once upon a time, the Kingdom of Hyrule stretched from the sands of the Gerudo desert to the Eastern Sea, and from beyond the slopes of Death Mountain to beyond the Southern Shores of Lake Hylia. 

Or so they say. They being, in this particular case, the Royal Family of the current Kingdom of Hyrule, which lies right around the center of the land it supposedly once claimed all on its own. 

The Four Kingdoms that border it roughly to the North, South, East and West don’t care much for that theory, because each time the King of Hyrule brings it up, he makes it sound like the Good Old Days, and nobody wants him to get nostalgic enough to start trying to conquer more land. 

This would already be reasonable enough if it was just a matter of avoiding war or losing land, but there is a lot more to it: you see, Hyrule is cursed and as long as the neighboring Kingdoms are not part of Hyrule, they don’t share that curse. 

Or so they think. Or thought. I don’t know if they figured it out yet, honestly. I’ve been a bit busy. 

In fact, I think it’s the first time I sit down in at least a week. I’ve lied down a few times, not always by choice, but just sitting? It feels like some kind of wonderful novelty at this point. 

I hear steps coming and debate straightening up. I’m kind of slumped in Ganon’s throne right now, my hand on the pommel of the Master Sword as its tip rests on the floor between my spread legs.  

I decide to smirk instead. It will make the slump look deliberate and cool instead of exhausted, and if anyone recognizes me, it will piss them off even more than just finding me here with the blade of legends would. 

Royal Hylian Guards burst into the room. I wish I had a glass of wine or something to casually tip to them. I settle for smiling and tilting my head. 

“You, citizen!” the Guard Captain roars. “What are you doing here? Where is Ganon?” 

I raise an eyebrow at him. I mean, I have the Master Sword right here, I’m pretty clearly in possession of it, the situation seems pretty cut and dry to me. 

I point behind me to the Sword of Light. “Ganon’s back in THERE,” I say. “You’re welcome.” I bow my head a bit and flash a bigger smile, envisioning the light catching my teeth for a little sparkle. Probably not happening, it’s rather dark in here, but the vision is pretty satisfying. 

 The Captain stares at the sword of light before his eyes wander to the other sword, the one I’m holding. 

“Is that the Master Sword, citizen?” he asks. 

“Sir...” another guard has approached. He’s looking at me with a horrified expression. 

The Captain scowls at him. “What?” 

“That man... I’m pretty sure he’s...” 

Oh no, he’s NOT stealing my line. I loudly clear my throat and move from a slump to leaning forward. “The Roguish Rogue,” I say. “At your service. Oh, and the Hero Chosen by the Blade. Do forgive me, this particular title is new, I’m still prone to forgetting to give it.” 

Pandemonium ensues. Several swords are unsheathed, lots of voices yell various things. Oh, I really wish I had a glass of wine now, I could lean back and sip at it unconcernedly. I settle for slumping back again and inspecting my nails, letting go of the Master Sword’s pommel and letting it lean against my leg and the seat. The floor is gritty enough that it doesn’t slide right down and doesn’t clatter and ruin my effect. 

The Captain eventually yells at his troops to be quiet. They show off that they’re well trained by shutting up. 

“Oohh, good boys,” I say in a sing song voice. 

Admirably, they don’t respond, unless you count glaring at me. 

“Talk, miscreant!” the Captain orders. “Where is Ganon? How did you survive coming here?” 

My eyebrows shot up. I have to admit, I didn’t expect him to just straight up refuse to believe I was the Hero. 

“Ganon is in the Blade of Light,” I repeat. I point at myself with my whole hand and turn my nose up a bit. “I defeated him. I, the Hero of Legends himself born anew!" I ham that last one up as much as I can.  

“You did NOT,” the Captain says. 

“Did too,” I say, again in a sing song voice.  

And I show him the back of my sword hand, and with just a bit of willpower, make the triforce mark that appeared there a month ago shine. I smile with my teeth again: maybe the light from my hand will shine on them. That would be SO cool. 

Whether I managed a smile flare or not doesn’t matter much: pandemonium resumes. 

Idea Pitch

Story where the hero rescues the Princess and the Kingdom from Big Bad. Incredible plot twist, the hero and princess fall in love.

But oh no! She has to marry the Prince of a neighboring Kingdom.

But wait! The Prince is 100% gay and has long since hired his lover as his valet.

Conspiracies, fake wedding, sneaking around and helping the other half sneak around, and various shenanigans ensues.

Oh, and it's Zelink.

Sound interesting at all?

[heximagines]

Synopsis: Your name was on the tip of everyone's tongue in the tiny town of Hawkins, but not for anything good. You were known as a trouble maker, a shit stirrer, and worst of all… A queer. But you never cared what anyone had to say. Because this was your life, and God did Robin want to be a part of it.

Chapter content: homophobia & bullying mentioned, protective Steve, pining, open flirting,

A/n: I'm queer, I'm in love, and this plot bunny isn't going away.

Bad Reputation 》》》 Part 1: Desert Hearts

"She's just so… Cool," Robin sighed the last part as she stared at you from across the video store. Steve's eyes darted between you and his lovestruck friend with apprehension. "Y/n L/n? She's trouble, Robin. Did you hear about how she poured sugar in Ben Scorskey's gas tank the other day?" Robin snorted, "That guy is a total dick. I bet he deserved it." Steve chewed his lip. "And! And last year when she shot bottle rockets at Principal Higgins' head during the graduation ceremony and he had her arrested?" "Those charges didn't even stick, Steve." She shot her friend a sour look before grabbing a stack of return tapes and trying to brush past him. "All I'm saying is," he partially blocked her path to make her listen, "I think you can do better." Robin rolled her eyes and continued out onto the floor to reshelve the tapes. So sure, you weret what anyone would call friendly, or sweet, or considerate but you were you, unapologetically you. And Robin, who spent most of her time hiding who she was from almost everyone, wished she had just an ounce of your confidence.

As she shelved she glanced over the tapes, looking for anything interesting. Finally she got to Desert Hearts. Curious, she flipped it around to read what it was about. As she deliberated whether or not she wanted to take it home her senses were flooded with a warm spicy sort of scent. She turned her head and nearly jumped at how close you were, your chest practically against her back as you looked over her shoulder. You turned your head to look at her, leaving your face unbelievably close. Robin wondered if you could feel the heat of her blush on your own cheek. "It's a really good movie," you said lowly, not trying to draw unwanted attention. Robin chuckled nervously and looked down at her feet. "Um, yeah it looks good. There's not a lot of movies like… Like this one." You didn't need her to clarify. You already knew. Your eyes darted across her face, taking in her freckles and plush lips. The way your eyes lingered on her mouth made Robin swallow. "I have a few. Maybe we should hang out sometime. Check me out and I'll give you my number?" "Ch-Check you out? I- no, I didn't mean to-" You chuckle and your breath fans over her face, surprisingly sweet like you'd just been sucking on a candy. You stepped back and held up your movie and what you meant clicks in Robin's head. "Oh! Yeah! Check you out! Of course… Come with me." You couldn't help but grin at her as she scurried back behind the counter. As Robin busied herself with your rental you snagged a pen and pad of paper from the counter to jot down your name and number before trading her for the VHS. "See you soon," you reached out to tilt her name tag towards yourself, just above her too fast beating heart, "Robin." The way her name melted on your tongue sent shivers down her spine. You smirked as if you knew the effect you were having before turning and heading out. "She's so fucking cool."

Steve sat on the edge of Robin's bed watching her put on some light makeup and fiddle with her hair. She wasn't supposed to be at your house for another 4 hours but she couldn't seem to relax. "For the record-" "Yes, Steve, I know, you're not a fan. But I am." She turned to face her friend, frowning slightly. "Can't you just be happy for me? I got a date! An actual date. In Hawkins." He sighed. "Okay, okay. I'm not trying to burst your bubble. Just looking out for you. She has a really bad reputation, you know." Finally Robin had enough. "Did you consider that maybe her reputation has more to do with her being an open lesbian more than anything she's actually done?" Steve's mouth opened and closed dumbly. "I- well… No. I mean… I know that-" "No, Steve, you don't know." Robin stood and moved to sit next to him on the bed. "Look guys get away with so much dumb shit around here, like all the time." Steve just shut his mouth and nodded as he listened, one of his best qualities as a friend. "And the second y/n pulls some pranks, admittedly extreme pranks," she relented, "but pranks. She's a freak and a trouble maker… She's a problem. And let's not pretend like Ben doesn't call her really nasty names and Principal Higgins didn't ban her from prom last year." Steve chewed the inside of his cheek, suddenly feeling a little guilty. "I see your point… I just don't want you to get hurt." Robin grinned and hugged him. "And that's why you're my friend."

To make up for his comments Steve offered Robin a ride over to the trailer park where you lived. A ride that she gladly accepted. As Steve pulled up he could see you sitting at a picnic table outside with Eddie Munson of all people. He tried his best not to give any reaction as Robin gathered her things. She looked up at Steve with anxious eyes. "Do I look okay? Are my bangs messed up? God my mother was right I can't pull off bangs can I?" He could hear her breathing pick up so he squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. "You look great, you totally pull off the bangs. Trust me, I know hair." Robin chuckled at that and he offered her a smile. "If you need anything, call me and I'll come get you okay?" "Thanks mom," she teased as she got out of the car. Steve watched as Robin headed towards the picnic table and you met her half way, pulling her into a hug. For his friend's sake he hoped everyone was wrong about you.

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

I’ll go in alphabetical order. Axel: I could tell that is brain goes faster than his mouth, so he struggled a bit translating what he meant to say, but that struggle made him even more endearing. Unfortunately, I missed all of his panels and it was too noisy in the pizzeria to hear what he was saying unless he was turned towards me. One of the guys in my table clearly was a big fan of him and they had a lovely conversation in which I was told Axel mentioned that he was bullied in high school and that made him feel connected to Lucas in S3… Now that he’s kind of famous, of course, all his former bullies pretend to be old friends. Axel had a lot of chaotic energy, as usual, and jumped on the autographs table instead of going to around it to hug two girls and pretended to be a Neapolitan pizzaiolo when he got the pizza (he wanted a Bufalina, but the waiter told him he couldn’t have it… in Italian. So Axel couldn’t really understand what was going on :/ ). He has been in Italy twice before this Con, both times to Rome. The first time, he went there with his mother since it was a present for her birthday. They managed to find a 3 stars hotel not too far from Trevi’s fountain that had an amazing view of the city. He went back there, in the same hotel. Since Italy was on lockdown (not complete lockdown, but we couldn’t move from one region to another), he got to enjoy all the touristy spots as they were nearly deserted. His favourite scene to shoot was the “intervention” to help Lucas out in S3: it was the second scene they shot and the one he struggled the most with. After it though, he felt like he was finally starting to connect with the character. From January to June he will be busy with a play in Paris, and he is working on a piece together with Robin and Leo (who is going to provide the music) Leo: He is a big fan of anime, especially dark ones. His favourite is Berserk, but he also enjoys the darkest parts of Naruto (he mentioned Itachi’s arc), Attack On Titan (his favourite character is Eren). He started acting because of his favourite film, American History X. He was amazed at the fact that he could empathize with the white racist boy (if you’ve seen the movie, you know who he’s talking about) and wanted to accomplish the same… He grew up in a city that wasn’t too far from Italy, and his parents were big fans of the country. Unfortunately, he had to face a lot of racists there (and yeah, nobody can argue with that) and wasn’t a big fan of the country until he started meeting people from Italy for the conventions. He has been in many places all over Italy but he doesn’t remember much. Since he mentioned Turin, I asked if had any memory of it and what was his favourite corner of the city and he said that he still remembers about the market (I guess he was talking about Gran Balon, a big street market that happens on the 2nd Sunday of the month). His favourite scene to shoot was the fight between Arthur and his friends on St. Valentine’s Day and he still thinks that people misinterpreted Yann’s reaction to Lucas’ coming out. Maxence: As for Axel, I wasn’t at any of his panels and I didn’t have an autograph session with him so we just managed to talk a little at the coffee break activity. I asked about House Of Gaunt, and he told me that it has been very frustrating to be slowed so much by COVID but that he’s happy about it and that it’s finally out. His favourite spot in Paris is La Petite Ceinture, because it’s full of secret passages. His favourite season is, of course, S3 but he did agree that we got to know Eliott a bit more in S6 as well. I’ve been told that he lost Brian for a while and that he called the police about it. He also asked if he should tell the other people who were living in the building about the fact that he couldn’t find him, but they said “absolutely not”. I can’t remember anything else, because I was too busy basking in his sunny disposition (and well, he’s even more beautiful in person, so…) Robin: He started acting because he was a big fan of Twilight (Team Edward!) and wanted to be the next Robert Pattinson. He finds villains more interesting to play, especially when they commit heinous crimes. He's a fan of anime too, but I can’t remember if he mentioned any titles. He didn’t mention his favourite scene to shoot – or if he did, I wasn’t there – but he did say that the most challenging one was the one in the pool because he doesn’t really feel comfortable when he is in the water… Besides, the season as a whole was harder than the others for him. There was the switch between French and French Sing Language, which he wasn’t really fluent in, and he had to make sure there was always eye contact between him and Winona, otherwise they would have travel communicating. Robin had a quite unpopular opinion: he loved S3 of Wtfock, especially for that scene after Robbe and Sander’s date… If he could be any other character, however, he’d be Giovanni of Skam Italia because he seems always so happy and chill. He has been to a couple of different places in Italy, but the one that he remembers the most are Cinque Terre. He was there on a cruise, but he hopes he will get a chance to visit them better next time. He is currently playing a role of a 25-year-old (a nice change from the teens he used to play) in a movie based on “L’Etabli” (The Assebly Line) by Robert Linhart. But of course, if you follow him on Instagram you know about it already. He says he can’t wait to go and watch it with his mum, and that since there’s a very famous French actor in it it should be also great for visibility…

[fuyunoakegata]

fanfic recs, part 4 of maybe 6 or 7? heck if I know... I keep finding ones I forgot or misplaced...

part 1

part 2

part 3

PotterheadAvengerDemigod

the meaning of Robin - The one where Dick Grayson is having a really bad day and finally snaps at his brothers’ bickering

RascalJoy (DarkQuill)

(this is how you) bring me back to life - Dick gets comforted by his siblings after a bad day.

RenaRoo

The Wait for Midnight - When Dick Grayson is seriously hurt, Cassandra tries to keep him awake by telling him the story of Cinderella.

@renecdote (I could have kept adding. i finally had to stop, and I just know I forgot some good ones)

Back (and back) and forth - Damian doesn’t listen on patrol and Dick gets hurt

Biphasic Reaction - TIm, Damian, and some antihistamines (no Dick, I know, but I love it anyway)

Catch Me - They all have triggers, all have nightmares…

help me fill this hole in my soul - Dick nearly drowns on patrol one night. He's fine, except that he really isn't. Alfred and Bruce take care of him when he gets sick and let him know that even though his parents are gone he isn't alone. (I almost forgot just how much I love this one. I had to re-read it twice once I remembered it)

Into the Fire - None of them want to even suggest that Tim might be dead, but he'd sent up a distress signal and less than a minute later the building had exploded. The building is unstable, going in there would be foolish. Dick would just be risking his own life… But not going in is risking Tim’s.

No life too small - Dick and Tim trapped in a burning house.

On call - Jim Gordon answers a call for help and wonders how Bruce and Alfred handle all the worry that comes with having vigilante kids

the path unwinding - Dick Grayson doesn’t remember a first time he got shot—he remembers six of them…

Scars beneath the skin - A grapple line snaps on patrol. The injuries are relatively minor but the incident dredges up memories and fears for Dick. But they’re okay. It could have been a lot worse.

Shades of monochrome - Bruce gets shot and Dick cries a lot… with bonus Uncle Clark

Things Untold - It looks worse than it is, Damian thinks, ignoring the throb as he twists to see how far around his body it goes, the burst of pain when he pokes his side. Nothing serious. Just a bruise…

to all a good night - Dick is determined to make it home and spend Christmas as a family, life-threatening injuries be damned. I know; another Dick injured on Christmas fic. I love them, though

Robindjtsd11

Trouble in Paradise - The Batfam is going on a nice family vacation; what could go wrong? When Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian crash in the middle of the ocean during a thunderstorm, they find themselves washed up on a deserted island. They'll have to rely on their skills and each other to survive until help arrives. If someone actually finds them, that is. (if you’ve read that summary and know even the slightest bit about me and what sort of fics I like to read, you’ll know I was excited back when I saw the first chapter of this posted. And it delivered, lived up to all that potential, and then some)

[whirlybirdwhat]

One Piece Happy Fic Rec!

Hey everyone! Election sucks but pirates good, so I made a happy/soft/gen fic rec for one piece to help everyone destress. All of the following fics are happy, comforting, or just plain soft, and gen! so I hope you all can enjoy them! Take care of yourselves everyone – we aren’t going to know the outcome right this second, so take some time to yourself!

Anyway – fic time!

Straw Hats

Chasing Flowers – taizi - 4721 "It's an old tradition in our town; on the second week of the second month of the year, you leave flowers for the one you love, for them to follow back to you. By their house, where they work, nooks and corners that are special secrets between just the two of you." (Luffy's crew leaves him flowers, and an old innkeeper gets drawn into the chase.) – outsider pov, strawhat fluff, everyone adores their captain

Grateful Day – taizi – 1632 - "Some countries take a day to celebrate all the things they're grateful for, and they call it Thanksgiving Day." (In which Robin introduces a new holiday to an ecstatic Luffy, who has about eight things he's grateful for.) – strawhat fluff, luffy loves his crew.

how much honey can the heart stand – choppersupportsgirls-  4585 – “tender snapshots in the lives of the strawhat pirates and all the quiet ways people can love each other;”  soft strawhat crew

Nah – soomin – 2281 words – “There is no stopping destiny, but good luck getting the pirate king to bend his will for you. In which the Strawhats are meant to fulfill some kind of larger purpose, but none of them could really bring themselves to care.” Reincarnation/time travel au where the strawhat pirates say fuck destiny. Sanji POV. Soft.

Sea Shanties – Milo – 13.4k – “A collection of Luffy oneshots. Summaries of each on the individual chapters themselves.” Examination of Luffy with Zoro, Brook, and Shanks!! Three chapters

stared at the sun and the sun smiled back and called itself pirate king (or: loyalty, on the high seas) – grainjew – 27,425 words – ““What is it about him that turns us all against our deepest principles, just to see him smile brighter?” “I don't know, but it doesn't matter, right?” One Piece loyalty content, with a focus on friendship and the Straw Hats, because that's what I love the most and write the best”. – One shot series about the strawhat pirates, fluff, loyalty content to the max, I reguraly reread ‘but the eternal pose points east (lech l’cha)’

we slept on the ocean last night – origami – 3,113 words– “It starts like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone. (Pirates have nightmares, too. The Strawhats, as always, find a way through.)” Strawhat, Hurt/Comfort, Gen, Really Fucking Soft and platonic intimacy!

ASL:

Bear hag tiger bandit dad mom – whirlybird70 – 1,924 – The ASL brother decide to give Dadan a fathers day card. Chaos ensues. Fluff, gen, ASL Brothers. (yes this is my own fic) 

Come morning, together again – applepie – 4743 words -  “One day, Ace woke up and decided shirts were overrated. Apparently it was contagious, because Luffy soon thought the same. Sabo just hoped he didn't catch whatever it was that was going around (but he does in the end, and he couldn't be happier).” , ASL brothers, time travel, ultimately fluffy with a tinnyyyy sprinkle of angst

Let’s start fires for heaven’s sake – soccersarah01 – “Ace, Sabo, and Luffy are brothers. They fight together, they laugh together, they cry together, they swear at each other - anything and everything, they do together. But, in the end, one thing is true: they love each other. Even if they would beat the shit out of each other without hesitation (Or: A collection of all the ficlets I've written about these dumb bros.)” – Soft, funny, fluffy ficlets about ASL Bros.

Thunder like cannonfire, lightning like being alive – by grainjew – 1,223 words  “Ace and his brothers, stuck inside during a summer thunderstorm.”  Soft, ASL brothers, canon compliant fluff

together is much better – taizi – 1879 – “Luffy says, in his best attempt at a whisper. He’s leaning forward over the middle console with a grin too big for his face. The brightest thing in Ace’s whole life, not that he’d ever say as much out loud. “You ready?” “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he says by way of answer, and Sabo laughs, and the three of them pile out of the car like a squad of Navy seals.”” Modern Au Soft ASL bros being stupid.

Reach up to me (if you even can) – guiltylights – 1729 – “And when Luffy’s arms retracted back to himself and started shrinking, air hissing every which way, Ace assumed it was because Luffy was going to try another method and thus took the opportunity to dive straight into his little brother’s space in this moment of vulnerability to knock him out with one clean punch—only to skid straight to a stop as the steam cleared and Ace came face to face with a small Luffy staring belligerently right up at him with his little head only barely reaching past Ace’s knees.” Ace and luffy being dumb. Fluff.

Sedimentation – kawaiibooker - 3531 – “First and foremost, Ace is a big brother - not the only one Luffy's ever had, but the one he has left.” Ace and Luffy bonding in the desert of alabasta, fluff, gen, a little bit of hurt/comfort because Sabo

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Feel free to add on anymore recs!!! Even if they are your own fic. Stay safe out there everyone, love yall!

[serrj215]

There is no place like home for the holidays (Thank god! One is enough)

Beast Boy closed the door and put his back against it. He had let out a breath he had been holding since they came onto the estate grounds. He slid down the door to the floor in defeat. He should have known better, he should have known that this was going to happen. It's not like these people were going to change since he left. They were not going to put any effort into being better people just because he was doing something as trivial as bringing his girlfriend for Christmas. Still the Doom Patrol was family, and that was what holidays were supposed to be about right?

"You're late." That was Steve's greeting when Beast Boy and Raven came to the front door. No Merry Christmas, no how are you?, or how have you been? Just "You're late." and "Dinner is on the table." As Steve walked away. Leaving them holding their bags standing on the snow covered landing. They were actually almost 20 minutes early but that was late enough for Steve. Then, right then Beast Boy knew he should have grabbed Raven and ran. Rita was a different story and was quickly at the door ushering them inside, trying to warm the cold welcome her husband had given them. It was Rita that had asked them to come, wanting to see them, wanting her family together for Christmas.

It was December 23rd a Friday and a holiday weekend, that is when it started to set in that this might be the longest 72 hours of their lives. Beast Boy knew that bringing Raven home for the holidays was going to be rough, a bit awkward, he just didn’t think that Steve's greeting was going to be one of that high points of the evening. Everything went downhill from there.

From the moment they came into the dining room they were bombarded with horrible questions. Negative man kept asking Raven "So what do you see in him?" He repeated the question throughout the meal. Like Raven was going to change her mind since the last time he had asked. When he alternated it with asking Beast Boy "You off that no meat thing yet?"

Robot man was almost as bad, after shaking hands with Raven he asked "So when are you due?" Raven tried to take it in stride but her other hand tightened around Beast Boy's . "Come on, to stick around Jolly Green midget he must have knocked you up?" he said with a laugh. Raven's fingers tighten so hard Beast Boy was sure something cracked in his hand.

"Charming." She said in her monotone.

As they sat down at the table the questions just got worse.

"So are you a Rabbit too, or do you eat real food?"

"How is his training going, been keeping him off the furniture?"

"Has he met your parents yet?"

"The last election was a sham wasn't it?"

"What are you exactly?"

He couldn’t remember who asked what, it was coming at them from all sides. It was like a mortar attack of all the things normal people knew better to ask. All Beast Boy could do was look at Raven and try to convey to her how sorry he was with his eyes. It was like they were trying to one up each other, who could ask the absolutely most Inappropriate thing. Raven did her best to stay polite, trying to redirect the conversation and sipping water. Rita tried to cut through the noise, asking about the other Titans, or talking about the holiday plans, but those conversations got lost in the storm of the others awful comments and horrid questions.

The food was not much of a distraction. Roast Beef, a rice pilaf with bits of sausage, and salad drenched in a ranch dressing. Apparently they really did think that being a vegetarian was a phase. This left their two guests a dinner of some steamed green beans and peanut butter sandwiches that Rita made for them on the fly.

Then came the stories that Beast boy had hoped they would have forgotten already, and politics, and more questions. The meal lasted about 15 years, or about an hour and a half depending on your perspective. Neither of the couple ate much, who knew that embarrassment was so filling.

The desert course was an augment about sleeping arrangements. After a lecture about what is proper and how they went to the trouble of getting the guest room ready for Raven and the old chestnut of "No unmarried couples are sleeping together under my roof!" Beast Boy found himself alone in his old childhood bedroom. Raven was ushered off before he could even really say "goodnight" or more importantly "I am sorry".

He sat there staring at the carpeted floor for a while. Eventually he lifted his head up to look around. Cartoon posters, some of his old action figures locked in the same battle he left them in years ago, a dozen other reminders of how young he was when he lived in that room. It was exactly the same as when he left. Beast Boy was not sure how he felt about that. He remembered Robin once telling him that when he went home to Gotham his old room gave him a sense of comfort. This place just reminded Beast Boy that no matter what, to the Doom Patrol he will always be a child. Reinforced by the fact that his bunk bed was made with his old Snoopy bed sheets.

He took off his shirt and let it drop to the floor before laying down on the bottom bunk. His feet stuck out over the end of the mattress by a good 6 inches. He closed his eyes and folded his arms under his head. He had to figure out what to say to Raven to make up for all of this. What could he say? "I am sorry Raven I was raised by horrible people please don’t leave me!?" He thought it was a miracle that she put up with his personal brand of bullshit, asking her to put up with his families collective insanity, he half expected her to teleport all the way back to Titans Tower as soon as she was alone.

"What is it with you and bunk beds?"

Beast Boy's eyes shot open and he sat up so fast that banged his head on the bed above him.

"Aaa…That sounded like it hurt." Raven said quietly, her head hanging down from the bunk above him. Her head disappeared and she gracefully lowered herself to the ground. She was wearing her night clothes, an oversized T-shirt and cotton pajama pants. Beast Boy didn’t know what to say as she joined him on the small mattress.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, messaging his aching forehead.

"Cuddling" She said as she wrapped her arm around his chest. "We have done it before, or did that blow to your head affect your memory?"

"Ha ha, Seriously. We're going to get in trouble."

"Oh yes" she said pulling herself tighter to him . "They might find us and throw us out of here," She softly kissed his bare chest "Force us to go get a hotel room" another kiss just below his collar bone. "Where we could share a bed like we have been doing for the last year now." Her lips touched the base of his neck. "Then the next morning we can get food we can both eat and might even have sex. " She raised her eyes to meet his. "Wouldn’t that be awful?"

Beast Boy's smile broke though. "Rae I am-" He couldn’t get the words out, she attacked, the kiss was insistent and hungry. Her tongue pushed its way in to caress his. His arms out of pure instinct wrapped around her, his left hand sliding down her back to rest on her ass. What had happened and where they were had started to fade away as she nipped on his earlobe knowing exactly what it would do to him.

"Raven" he groaned out as he felt her teeth gently biting into his neck, a distraction from her free hand undoing his belt

Knock!

Knock!

"Garfield? Can I come in?" Rita was outside the door immediately breaking the two apart, off the bed and onto their feet.

Neither of them thought about teleporting, or shifting or anything that they had practiced or trained for. At that moment they were not superheroes, they were two young people about to get caught. So in a panic Raven hid in the closet and Beast Boy tried to look and sound calm when he said "Come in"

Rita came in wearing a silk robe that went down to her bare feet. "Are you okay?" a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Yea, I mean I am fine" He was trying to stay calm, hoping Rita wouldn't notice that anything was amiss. If she had knocked just a few minutes later…Beast Boy sat back on the bed and tried to appear calm, but if there was a woman on earth walking that knew him as well or maybe better then Raven it was Rita.

"About Dinner, it's just how they are. " She said as she walked over to sit on the bed next to him "They mean well. Is Raven alright? Steve might be a telepath but that man can be cast Iron dense. "

"I hope so. " He said, trying not to look at the closet door with his lover on the other side. His sharp ears could hear Raven's heart jump when Rita mentioned her name.

"Let me make this up to you both. Do you remember that breakfast place we used to go to?"

"Bennet's?" Near the park!?" Beast Boy's ears perked at the suggestion and the memories of peanut butter pancakes, and a blueberry oatmeal that he couldn't find anywhere else.

"Why don’t the three of us sneak out early for Breakfast, do you think Raven would be up for that?"

"Totally! she loves waffles." he said with a grin. Finally something was going right on this trip.

"I do want to get to know her better, but be warned an embarrassing story or two might slip out. Oh, one more thing." She said as stood up and made a beeline for the closet.

"Ah ugh Rita!" Beast Boy started to stammer out. As Rita gently rapped on the closet door.

"Raven, Sweetheart. You can come out now, It's okay." Her tone was soft and motherly and It nearly floored Beast Boy to hear Raven be called 'sweetheart'.

Not waiting for her. Rita opened the door to find the flustered young woman. "I think you will both be more comfortable in the guest room." she said with a smile.

Raven walked into the room slowly, as if she was about to spring a trap. "Thank you" She was able to eke out "Are you sure? I mean Mento s- "

"It was not that long ago that I was young and in love. I am sure." A smile on her lips. "As for Steve," Rita leaned in close to whisper to Raven. "I will take care of my man, you take care of yours. The guest room is on the other side of the house, but we will try not to keep you two awake."

Rita turned quickly and was out the room with a hast "goodnight kids" leaving the young couple to stand there processing what just happened.

"What did she say to you?" Beast Boy asked.

Raven came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Gar, with those ears you heard what she said to me. Do you really want conformation?"

"No" He shook his head "I don’t need that mental image."

"Good, Because there is a fairly large bed downstairs waiting for us. "

In a swirl of black energy they were gone.

****************************************************

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Steve said as soon as Rita entered their bedroom.

“Do what darling?” Rita was completely calm knowing her husband's words were all bluster.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why did you-”

"Because Steve, this is my home too! And sometimes I think I need to remind you." She said slowly walking toward him. "Because they're in love and I think you forget what that is like as well.” Her hands pulled the knot apart on the robe she was wearing. "Because you may have no interest in grandchildren does not mean I feel that way. “She pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet. “Because you have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.”

AN

So its been a while. This has been sitting in my draft folder for too long, I wanted to get it done by Christmas but that didn't happen. I do not know if I will write more but trying.

Also I am on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30270621 here and other works.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Soulmarks, Part 17

First part

Previous

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She swung her gavel idly as she jumped from gargoyle to gargoyle.

Even if she didn’t have a grin stuck to her face, she’d be smiling so widely that Joker would be jealous.

What a productive night she had been having! She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much go well for herself!

Lila would never hurt anyone again! Alya would be more cautious! Adrien and Tim would understand what it was like to have no one believe them! Joker and Harley were likely on their way! She was even on track to give Master Fu and Hawkmoth their just deserts!

And all she’d had to do was get a bit of a powerup and lose her morality!

Her eyes traveled down to the streets, where a crowd was slowly forming. A few of them were pointing up at her hostage.

She watched Bruce sway slightly in the wind. He was being careful not to move in the ropes. She didn’t know why. She’d secured him pretty well, the only way he’d fall was if someone broke the rope above him. Even then, they’d given Kaalki some bread. Tim would save him if he fell. And, if he missed, the bats were all waiting on lower towers to catch him.

Good. They couldn’t try to stop her if they weren’t closeby. Sure, it had taken holding Bruce off a ledge precariously to get them to do it, but at least she’d gotten all the bats distracted...

Well, that wasn’t completely true.

She found her soulmate, who was standing beside the stairwell with a frown on his face.

She giggled, leaning on her gavel.

“Cheer up! They’re about to get what they deserve!”

~

He sighed and closed his eyes.

He really didn’t know what to do.

Using a text-to-speech app to talk was difficult. Explaining everything that had happened to the bats had been hard enough, but even the idea of trying to have this kind of conversation with an app was enough to get him frustrated preemptively.

He had to try, though…

But how do you convince someone without morals that what they’re doing isn’t okay?

He pulled out his phone and took a seat on the ledge beside her. He was careful to stay out of view of the people below as he typed.

“Nette --.”

“Inamovibi-Lady.”

“-- they don’t deserve whatever ironic justice you’re about to give them. They deserve to spend their lives in jail like everyone else.”

The akuma shook her head slowly. “I wish it were that easy, Cheval, but they’re never going to face consequences. They keep getting out of going to jail by getting marked as insane and going to Arkham, then getting out of Arkham by letting psychiatrists find them sane. It’s happened a million times before, it’ll happen again.”

He sighed lightly. “You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?”

“Please, I know you’re doing this for me, but I don’t want this.”

She stepped off her gargoyle and strode over to him, leaning down until she was at eye-level. “You’re not the only reason why I have to do this. I have to think about the civilians, too. He’s a serial killer. He needs to be punished.”

Fine. Time to try the Disney approach. He didn’t know what else he could do.

He was glad he had to type to speak, now. It was difficult to look her in the eyes. But he had to. There was no way to put any inflection in his voice when he wasn’t speaking, so he needed to look completely earnest to get his point across.

“Nette, I know you’re in there. You need to fight back. What you’re doing isn’t right. You have to know that. Please, let’s just deakumatize you and go home.”

She shook her head slightly and carefully brought a hand up to cup his cheek.

“She’s in here alright, but that doesn’t mean she’s against doing this.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Are you sure about that?”

And then she pushed him.

~

She felt a twinge of… something other than anger or satisfaction as he fell. Even as she watched Barbara catch him, she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.

It had been necessary. The moment he realized exactly what her punishment was going to be, he’d try and stop her. She couldn’t have him close enough to do so in time.

But still…

She tightened her grip on her gavel and turned away from the ledge.

Someone was in the elevator. She watched the number beside the doors slowly increase, climbing higher and higher…

Ding!

Joker and Harley stepped out.

She pointed her gavel at Harley’s hammer. “Hey, lookie! We match!”

The woman didn’t seem as amused, hefting her weapon onto her shoulder. “Aren’t you the bat’s newest kid?”

Inamovibi-Lady shrugged calmly and morphed it back into her yoyo. She’d just wanted to mess with Harley by pointing out an easy similarity, now she should at least prepare for the fight that was sure to come.

“No, that’s my friend. If he adopted me it’d be pretty problematic.”

“What do you --?” Began Joker, and then stopped and started laughing like he’d just heard the funniest joke. “I know who you are! You’re Robin’s soulmate!”

Harley’s eyes travelled to her yoyo and she joined in on the laughter. “So, that’s what this is about. Here for revenge, are you?”

“I prefer ‘justice’, but yes.” She gave a tiny, sarcastic bow. “Cliche soulmate, at your service.”

“Don’t you know that revenge is against the bat’s code? Just ask Jason Todd.”

Inamovibi-Lady didn’t know who that was, or how they were relevant, but she found she didn’t care at that exact moment. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not trying to join Batman’s little crew, don’t you think?”

“Okay. You really are new, aren’t you?” He sighed and pulled a gun from a pocket of his suit. “Since you are new, I’m only going to say this once: I’m the only one that gets to kill Batsy over there.”

She giggled and started toying with her yoyo. “Called dibs, have you?”

“They have a special bond,” said Harley with just a hint of annoyance.

Inamovibi-Lady raised her eyebrows slightly. “Sounds cute, but if you want rights to kill the bat, you’re going to have to fight me for it.”

Joker made a gesture with his hands, a ‘well, what can you do?’, and then raised his gun.

Tw: murder

She spun her yoyo in front of her idly and watched the bullets ricochet away.

Joker emptied his gun before he seemed to realize that none of his shots were hitting. Then he stared at it with confusion. “How is that possible?”

She giggled. “Who knows. Love it, though!”

He seemed to consider this for a second, then he grabbed Harley and practically threw her at Inamovibi-Lady. “Get her, poo!”

“Wow, great boyfriend you have,” the akuma joked. “Really seems like he loves you.”

Harley hefted her hammer and ran at her.

Oh, a sore spot?

She dodged a swing of the hammer and her eyes widened slightly as the ground around it exploded. Hm. That was a bigger problem than she’d thought it’d be…

Whatever.

“Honestly, though? You’re a smart lady, got a degree and everything, so… why the Joker?”

Harley swung again and Marinette had to do a back handspring to avoid having her head popped clean off. “We love each other.”

“Cute way of showing it, he has. He tossed you in chemicals.”

The hammer and yoyo connected, sending them both back a few steps.

“I mean, you’re a psychologist. The man’s got so many red flags he might as well be speaking in semaphore.”

“Shut up!” She yelled, slamming the ground in front of the akuma.

She went flying, skidding across the rooftop until she hit her head on the edge.

Harley walked towards her, mallet raised over her head for a finishing blow.

Inamovibi-Lady looked around wildly and her eyes locked on Bruce. This was meant to be something she did later, to distract the bats when she was killing Joker, but…

She hooked her yoyo around the rope holding up Bruce and pulled tight.

“NO!”

Bruce dropped.

Harley paused in front of Inamovibi-Lady, her mouth open wide in shock as she stared at where Bruce had been.

The akuma grabbed the hammer. “I’ll be taking this, thanks,” she chirped, before throwing Harley over the side. She watched her fall for a few seconds and sighed in relief when none of the bats went to save her, too distracted with getting their father to safety.

Harley splattered on the pavement.

She strapped the hammer to her back and turned on her heel.

She advanced on Joker slowly.

She knew his major weapons. He didn’t seem eager to try using another gun after the first attempt, so those were out of the question. Besides that, she could only see his acid flower. No cane, no cards…

He’d come wholly unprepared.

“Wow. You really didn’t think I was a threat at all, huh? Rude,” she said, twirling her yoyo idly.

“You killed him! You fucking killed Batman!”

Inamovibi-Lady rolled her eyes. “Please. The bat kids saved him.”

Joker looked slightly relieved, but it didn’t last long as she looped her lasso around him and pulled tight enough to start digging into his skin and clothes.

“Now, I wanted this to be long and painful, but I’m on a time crunch here, so… any last words?”

The man stared at her for a few seconds before breaking into laughter.

She would have frowned if she could. She glanced over her shoulder, half expecting a bat to be looking at her disapprovingly, but there was no one, so…

“What’s funny?”

“You. I was going for snapping your little boyfriend, but I got you instead! That’s hilarious!”

She narrowed her eyes in confusion. He got her? Snapped her? Was her translator working right? She was perfectly fine. He’d lost.

But he was still laughing. And she couldn’t stand it. His stupid, high-pitched laugh and that wide, ever-present grin and he shouldn’t be looking like that! He was finally getting what he deserved, this was payback for all those people he’d killed and tortured! Why was he amused? That wasn’t right!

She pulled tighter and tighter, but he wouldn’t stop. His acid flower malfunctioned and spilled acid over him, his bones were cracking, his blood was slowly leaking from his wounds… but he wouldn’t stop laughing. She pulled tighter. He had to stop at some point. She’d make sure of it.

And then her yoyo sliced clean through him.

He’d stopped.

Finally.

Tw over

By the time they’d gotten there, she was sitting in front of one of the craters Harley’s hammer had made. She thought it was pretty cool. Maybe she could start using it...

“Nette?” Said Dick hesitantly.

She looked up and waved. “Hi! Inamovibi-Lady. But hi!”

Barbara looked like she was going to be sick as she stared at what was left of Joker. All the bats looked a little green, actually, now that she was paying attention. Whatever, they’d thank her later, when the amount of deaths the city had per year went down.

She caught Adrien’s eyes and flashed a thumbs up.

To her surprise, he looked horrified. She’d thought that, even if the bats would have disapproved, he at least would have understood. It was for the greater good. They always worked towards the greater good. She’d done well…

Right?

She felt something drop on her and jumped slightly, only to realize it was just a coat.

She gave Tim a slight smile and mumbled her thanks. He only nodded and took a careful step back.

Inamovibi-Lady drew it tighter around herself. Had she always been shaking like this? Why was she even shaking? She should be happy. They’d gotten their justice.

Her gaze found their way to the yoyo in her lap. To the blood slowly dripping from the string...

She felt a weird pressure in her chest and brought a hand up to rest over her heart.

She’d killed people before, but that was different. They were always soldiers of akumas, she’d always be able to fix it at the end. But now everything she was doing was permanent, and she had murdered two actually sentient people. Terrible people who would have done the same to her if they were in her shoes, had even tried to do so, but people all the same.

God, what had she done?

Those people are gone.

Because of her.

She was only fourteen.

Why was this her responsibility in the first place?

Her grip tightened on her yoyo and she found Tim again.

“Master Fu’s house, please.”

~~~

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[olivarryprompts]

Fanfic Friday #1

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x 

Read/Save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31733458

{training dates}

Ship: olivarry 

Status: dating

Warnings: none :)

WC: 1,646

Barry’s POV

It sort of all started when I got my powers. And I ran to Oliver. 

“I’ve spent my whole life searching for the impossible, never imagining that I would become the impossible.”

“So why come to me? Something tells me you didn’t just run 600 miles to say hi to a friend.” “All my life I’ve wanted to do, more. Be more. And now I am. And the first chance I get to help someone, I screw up. What if Wells is right? What if I’m not a hero? What if I am just some guy who got stuck by lighting?” 

“I don’t think that bolt of lighting struck you Barry,” Oliver paused, “I think it chose you.”

“I’m just not sure I’m like you, Oliver. I don’t know if I can be some, vigilante,” I whispered, looking down. 

“You can be better. You can inspire people. In a way I never could. Watching over your city like a guardian angel, making a difference. Saving people,” he smirked, “In a flash.” He walked to the edge of the building, “Take your own advice, wear a mask.”  Oliver then got out his bow to zipline off the rooftop. 

“Oliver, wait,” I called, thinking. 

“Yeah, Barry?” he said, turning around. 

“I-i can’t fight. I can’t be strong. And tough.” 

“Yes, you can. Meet me at my club, Verdant, in a week. Same time.”

“Your club?”

“Yes, my club.” 

And then he did his robin hood and swung away. 

A lot happens in a week. Take down metas, learn to swirl my arms to make wind, realize I have a bit of a crush on Oliver Queen. Please ignore the last one. 

I arrived at his club the following week at midday. During that time, I recalled that his secret lair was in the sublevel of his club.

“Hello Barry,” he greeted. 

“Hi. So, um-”

“Come at me. I’m going to hit you with an arrow.” “Sure you are,” I smirked. 

“Go, go.” I sped off 100 or so meters, and then ran straight at him. He fired an arrow, and it slowly made its way towards me. With a cheeky smile, I grabbed it and stopped. 

“Nice try Ollie, to-OCHHCHHC. Fuck-what?”

“Awareness of your surroundings,” Oliver said, pulling the arrows out of my back. 

“Ow ow it hurts.” “That was lesson one. The battlefield is just that, it’s a field. It’s not one person in one place, it's a network of people all trying to kill,” he places a finger on my chest, “You.”

I was still in pain, and not too fond of him. 

“You know there are less painful ways to teach that lesson?” “You showed up, you knew what you were getting yourself into,” he stated blatantly. “Well-no. No. I didn’t really want an arrow in my back.” “Would you prefer to train on a deserted Island on the coast of the China Sea?” he said jokingly. 

“No. Fine.”

He led me down to his base. 

“Come ‘ere,” he said, pointing to where a punching bag was set up. 

“This place gets cooler every time,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Punch,” he instructed. I started speed punching the bag, and it almost immediately broke. 

“Well I’d say that was pretty good,” I said, smiling.

“Horrible. No control.” “What? I broke the bag.” “Don’t speed punch. Punch normally,” he said, replacing the bag. 

I started punching as hard as I could. 

“Untuck your thumb,” he commented, “You’re going to break it.”

I kept punching, taking his feedback and applying it. 

“Wrist straight,” he said, taking my wrist into his hand and holding it steady. 

Almost 45 minutes later, I was exhausted. 

“My arms, I, I can’t feel them.” “Good, now fight me.” “Excuse me?” “Sparring, let's go. No fucking speedy shit, alright?” “Ollie, I don’t think I physically can.” “Oh yes you can.” He took my arm and dragged me onto the mat. I threw some weak punches at him, not moving. He was not holding back. 

“Oliver, are you just going to continue to BEAT me up?” “When you start trying, I will stop punching.” I gritted my teeth and started throwing more meaningful punches. 

“Good, come on, keep your feet right.”

I threw another punch.

“Don’t lean back, move forward.” After another 15 minutes of sparring, he called it. 

“Done.”

“Is that all?” I joked. 

“I mean we can do more,” he teased back. 

“Nah I’m good. I feel like I should get a certificate, like, ‘congrats you completed your first Oliver Queen superhero training session.’”

“Idiot,” he smirked. 

“Thanks.” “Right, I should get back to my city. Same time next week?”

“Yes.”

I reached out to hug him. 

“I’m not really a hugger, Barry.” “Well, technically I could just speed and hug you, so you might as well just…”

He smiled, and we briefly hugged. 

“Thanks Ollie.”

“See ya.”

Most sessions were similar to that. Well, not similar but the same vibe. He had me slap water for two hours once. He made me lift sand another time. Anyway, the training was hard and weird, but it seemed to be working. However, they started to shift. We were mainly sparring after three months, him giving me tips. 

“Good sessions,” he said, chucking me a bottle of water. 

“Thanks,” I huffed, collapsing into a chair. 

He walked over to his salmon ladder, and he pulled his shirt off. Update, the crush got much worse which could, really, only be expected. 

He started to go upwards, and I did definitely stare. Him jumping down caught my attention.

“You wanna get some food?” he asked. 

“Yeah, sure, yeah. Where?”

Where ended up being big belly burger, and, as the flash, I ate a shedload.  

“That. Is. Disgusting,” Ollie said, smiling endearingly.  

“You do you.” 

“So, how’s everything in Central?” 

“Yeah, it’s metahuman and that.” 

“Right, descriptive.” We both chuckled.  

“How’s everyone here?”

“Oh we’re hanging on as usual.” “Mine wasn’t descriptive enough,” I said, sarcastically. 

“What, you want me to give a rundown of every person in my life?”

No, I want to know if you and Felicity still have this weird “in love” thing going on. “You know what, sure,” I smirked. “You are a child, Barry Allen.”

I just laughed. 

We stayed a while just chatting, long after we’d finished eating. We were both red from laughter. and he was smiling brighter than I’d ever seen him. 

It became a tradition of sorts. Train and go get food. He’d take me to all his favorite spots, we’d eat, and stay for hours just talking. 

One day we were sparring, and I’d somehow ended up under him. He slowly leaned in, and I gave him a little nodd. The kiss lasted far too little time for my liking. 

I was smirking at him, “Does someone have a little crush?”

“Shut up, I see how you look at me shirtless.” “Fair. You look very hot shirtless,” I said, “Your heart is beating fast.’ “So is yours.” He leaned in again, and this kiss lasted longer. “You wanna go for dinner?” “As in a date?” I inquired. 

“As in dinner, you know. Maybe. People eat dinner.” “We’ve been dating for months now, neither of us cared to admit it,” I joked, walking towards a chair. 

“No,” he said, thinking. 

I shoot him a “really” look. 

“Aright so yes, we have. Do you wanna get dinner?”

“Yes, Ollie, I want to get dinner.”

So from there we basically just dated. Woah revolutionary I know. Training sessions became covers for dates. Sleeping at his became a late night’s work. In the chaos of everything, we found peace in each other. 

Oliver’s POV

“Can you run this through facial recognition please, Felicity?” “Yeah,” she said, tapping on her keyboard. 

My phone began to ring, and I saw it was Barry. 

I shot Felicity a look and headed to the backroom in the lair. 

“Hey Be-” “Hello,” a voice said. I recognized it to be Cisco. 

“Cisco?” “Yeah? Oliver?” “Why do you have Barry’s phone?” “Barry told me to call this number if he was ever in trouble?” I panicked, “Is, is h-he alright?” “Well, yes, no, he’s sorta-” “I’m coming now.”

“Felicity, I’m going to Central City, work stuff.” “What work exactly?” “Stuff.” “Secret girlfriend stuff?” “W-what?” “Come on, we all see you smiling at your texts, spending way too much time in Central City with'' Barry,” and the way your face lights up when you get a call.” “I-no. I don’t have a secret girlfriend.” Boyfriend, I have a secret boyfriend who happens to not be doing so well. 

“Where is he? Where’s Barry?”

“Med bed, right there,” Caitlin said, “Be careful, he’s resting.” “What the hell happened to him?” I said, fuming. 

“He got stabbed. Fight.” I ran over to his bed, grabbing his hand. 

“Barry,” I said softly. 

His eyes fluttered open softly. 

“Ollie, ollie. Y-you came.”

“Of course, baby, why would I not be here?”

He just tried to move closer to me. 

“Hey, hey, you stay still.”

“Cuddles? Please cuddles.”

I carefully made my way under the covers, and Barry immediately cuddled into me. He quickly fell asleep to the calming motion of my fingers running through his hair. 

“When did that happen?” I heard Cisco whisper. 

“Couldn’t tell you,” Caitlin said, equally baffed. 

I just held on to Barry, hoping he’d get better. Hoping he’d be fine. 

A few hours later his eyes fluttered open. 

“Ollie?”

“I’m right here, Bear.”

“I think they know,” he said, smiling. “They might have a suspicion.” “All this started from a bit of training.” I kissed his forehead, “God, you idiot, you had me worried there.”

“You can’t get rid of me that quick.” “And I’m so glad.”

His lips met mine, and we kissed for a short moment. 

“I think I love you Barry Allen.” He smiled his million dollar smile, “Oliver Queen? Love?”

“Only you.”

“I love you, too Ollie.”

Read/Save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31733458

[boldlyanxious]

Remember When 18-Party

RW master list

Casual drug and alcohol use

She shouldn't be surprised when she heard boots land behind her not long after she left the grocery store. She groaned internally as she heard the familiar sound of his cape fluttering. The timing couldn't be better for such an inconvenience because her destination was her co-worker's party rather than home so he still wouldn't know the direction she lived in.

"Greetings, Disapproving Night Beast. I was just not thinking of you."

"We have things to discuss."

"I have nothing to say."

He took a step towards her. Her grocery bag made a crinkling sound as she gripped it tighter but she refused to be cowed. She left her feet planted and didn't break eye contact.

"You are getting information from somewhere. Tell me," he commanded.

From the look he gave her, he was not expecting her to laugh. It was very clear he expected her to yield to his demands for information. Possibly it would have been effective if she hadn't already given them all the information she had.

"This isn't a movie plot and I'm not a super spy. I've already told you everything I know."

"I will find a way to get you to tell me everything. So you aren't working for them anymore, but they would be interested to know more about you."

His step towards her along with his words felt much more menacing and she took a half step back to keep herself upright. Marinette hoped her eyes didn't betray her terror at his implication. She would certainly give him any information she had at that veiled threat but she knew nothing. He just seemed to refuse to accept that. Perhaps he disapproved of her being with Red Robin. Based on conversations she had heard Batman and his team had a varied past with the law and the media but currently they were celebrated by both. Perhaps this dark side of him was what had turned opinion in the past.

"When you have done that, what then? Will you feel any better when you finally realize that I never knew anything?"

She turned away and continued walking, not even turning when he promised to be back after she had a chance to think about it. She was shaking. She wasn't sure if it was anger or fear. She felt like crying. She wished she didn't think of Tim and how comforting it would be to have him wrap his arms around her but she knew he would be out patrolling just like Batman was.

She actually really hoped the party would distract her from thinking about it for a bit. If she thought too hard she would have all her things packed and be gone by morning.

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Tim got home from patrol and he was actually in a pretty good mood. Finally everyone was getting along and working together. Patrol hadn't gone that well in a long time. They were able to find a few possible leads that sounded promising and even Batman seemed hopeful. Actually he had seemed to be in a better mood all night tonight. He allowed more personal chatter on the comms and even made a joke himself. Maybe Alfred gave him the good tea before patrol.

Tim hoped Marinette would be awake to chat. He had seen her three other times since they met again the previous weekend. Twice for coffee and once for a movie in an almost deserted theater so they could talk without disturbing others and she wouldn't feel trapped. He couldn't convince her to go on a real date or go back to one of their apartments. She thought all of them knowing where she worked was more than enough information.

He smiled to see that he had a message from her. He kicked his shoes off and sprawled across his couch before unlocking his phone, grinning the whole time. He bit his lip as he passed the notification and then bolted upright when he read it. His stomach knotted and his smile disappeared when he read her simple message.

I can't see you anymore. It was great while it lasted. <3 M

The time stamp was from 42 minutes ago. He called her phone. He knew she wouldn't pick up but he had to try. They had just talked this afternoon and everything was great. He knew she had been hanging out with coworkers tonight. He wondered if they had said something about him. He didn't tell her exactly who he was. He gave his name but he knew she didn't know exactly what that meant. But with her ability to see through masks knowing him would tell her the entire bat family. He tried calling one more time but texted when she refused the call.

Please talk to me.

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Marinette wasn't entirely comfortable at the party. She had never really been to one like this. Last time she hung out with her co-workers they all sat around watching videos and drinking beer or wine. Arnold, the cook, followed her when she went for a refill. He had kissed her and she let him. But then at work things were really weird for a few days. First 2 days he avoided looking at her the rest of that week he talked loudly about his new girlfriend.

This party though was loud and crowded. She tried to not make her drinks strong but she found herself drinking nervously a lot. There were too many people she didn't know and a lot of them seemed to be using heliotrope. It reminded her of her experience and of Batman telling her he would tell them how to find her. She sent a message to Tim knowing it would leave him in the dark but perhaps would get Batman to leave her alone.

She was filling her drink when he called back. She watched the screen until it stopped buzzing. She used the nearest bottle and took a shot before ending the next incoming call. She knew there were people watching her probably curious why she was staring at her phone while it rang. She took another shot before she picked the phone back up and read the message. She looked over as one from the group watching her spoke.

"He isn't worth it. You should have some of this. It will help you feel better."

She shook her head at the offer of the heliotrope. She definitely didn't want that again. She held up the drink she had filled just before her phone rang.

"I still have to work in the morning. This will probably make that hard enough."

She walked over to join their group anyway. She didn't know anyone except her co-workers and they were all spread out. The girl who spoke to her made introductions to the rest of the group and Marinette introduced herself as Meg. The conversation was pretty basic. They talked about work and activities they liked but the girl, Ashley gestured back to them phone that Marinette had looked back at again.

"Is your boyfriend giving you trouble?"

"I don't think he's my boyfriend anymore."

There was a commotion from the other room followed by cheering. Ashley dragged her along as they headed over to see what was happening. Marinette wished she hadn't once she got there. One of the people at the party knew a supplier for heliotrope and they had called them over to bring some for the party goers. The first one who there were 3 who came in to travel around seeing who wanted to buy.

That would have been fine but one of Ashley's friends pushed her forward and announced she had never had any and was afraid to try it. There was lots of encouragement from the others to give it a shot. Even one of the other waitresses told her she would be fine for her shift tomorrow. Ashley suggested it might make her feel better after breaking up with her boyfriend. Her friend though had a different plan.

"Maybe you have an extra or two she could try. I bet she would really feel better then."

Marinette suspected he either wanted her to feel loopy or wanted to benefit from the free doses that she didn't want. She tried to decline but the dealer called over his boss. It all happened at once. She looked down at her phone to see a second message from Tim. Then she looked up and made eye contact with the man she knew was swat or former swat as her cup clattered to the floor with a splatter of liquid and half melted ice cubes.

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[dottie-wan-kenobi]

DOTTIE’S BATFAM FIC RECS

hi!! so, no one asked for this but,,, I wanted to make one anyway! I really love the batfam a lot and I see a lot of ppl in the fandom wishing it was easier to find good fics. this is by no means all of them but they are some of my faves, generally not too fanon-y! all fics are gen/family fluff with little to no ships (which are not bat/cest). 

feel free to message/ask me about triggers if you’re unsure!! and lmk if I forgot to tag anyone ❤️

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Homecoming by Ionaperidot / @iowriteswords on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10966704/chapters/24414906

Summary: “Your son’s grave. It’s been disturbed.” In which people actually notice when Jason breaks out of his grave, and Bruce finds him before Talia does.

My thoughts: Bruce’s voice in this is seriously perfect, plus Dick, Jason, and Tim are great as well!! This fic honestly helps inform me of my Tim characterization!

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The Wound Begins To Bleed by audreycritter / @audreycritter on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13295661

Summary: Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around. Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

My Thoughts: it makes me emotional okay it GETS me right in my HEART!!! both Dami and Tim are so so so good I can’t rec this enough

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just hold a smile by RecklessWriter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22777705

Summary: That's the thing about smiles, Dick thinks. If you flash the right one, no one knows there's something more going on inside. Five times Dick faked a smile and one time someone saw through it.

My Thoughts: Dick & others, including Tim and Cass. Dick is really good at hiding his feelings from others, and I love how in this fic, a lot of times, he’s hiding them to “protect” whoever it is

(more under the cut!)

life, if well lived by CaptainOzone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18378512

Summary: Jason wakes up from a time-travel mishap to find Thomas and Martha Wayne hovering over him. Just another day in the life, right? ...Not quite.

My Thoughts: this one had me crying like a baby!!! the characterization is great and I love CO’s Thomas and Martha

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one shot, two shots in the night by discowing / @dykewing on tumblr, @/wlwdiscowing on twitter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18871864/chapters/44792710

Summary: The New York Times ✓ @nytimes · 4h

“A Shot in the Dark” remains on our bestseller list for the fourth week in a row! Read our review of @brucewayne’s tell-all memoir here: nyti.ms/3Fs9k2E

My Thoughts: TALK ABT MAKING ME CRY. this gets me every time, and it’s absolutely worth ALL of the rereads. such a great Bruce.

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The View From Jade by lowflyingfruit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11329791/chapters/25359972

Summary: Being transported to the past is not the sort of thing one normally expects. But this having happened, and with no easy way back, Jason's determined to make the most of it. Though the Bat still stalks Gotham's streets, the city's crime is run by the mobs instead of the rogues. There's no Joker yet. There's no Robin. Maybe there shouldn't be.

My Thoughts: Jason & Dick, and also Bruce somewhere in there too. this is SO! GOOD! I absolutely love Jason’s voice, and Dick is so in character. plus Bruce and Alfred are awesome as well!!!

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The Birds Who Smile by Raberba girl / @raberbagirl on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12972324/chapters/29656290

Summary: "Dark Nights: Metal" AU where Bruce adopts three of the Robins who once belonged to the Batman Who Laughs.

My Thoughts: I think this was the first fic that introduced me to Duke, actually! and while there are a LOT of characters involved, they’re all pretty great and realistic. they have their moments to shine and it’s,,, *chef’s kiss*

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The Thing about Apples and Trees by Cdelphiki / @cdelphiki on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22192747

Summary: When Jason agreed to let Bruce adopt him, he thought that meant Jason felt happy and safe in Bruce's home. But when Jason's nightmares only increased, and his panic attacks and meltdowns started happening more often, Bruce was at a complete loss for what to do. But then, Jason finally opened up to him, and he was able to quell some of Jason's worse fears. Perhaps a midnight chat and a few hugs wouldn't fix everything, but it was a step in the right direction.

My Thoughts: this is part of a series but might be okay to read on it’s own? tho really I suggest the entire series, it’s amazing. but this fic specifically has great kid Jason characterization (and also made me cry, I think!)

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Kitten by lurkinglurkerwholurks / @lurkinglurkerwholurks on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18194294

Summary: Bruce opened his mouth, prepared to give the unemotional, no-nonsense explanation he had cobbled together between his walk to the car and now. Instead, his mouth went dry and nothing came out.

“Bruce?”

Bruce was saved from answering by the thin cry that cut through the silence. He winced, then reached back with one hand to shush the dimpled, kicking legs.

“Bruce, tell me I did not just hear what I thought I heard.”

My Thoughts: so so so cute! plus the gangs all here!!!

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Yes Ma’am by lurkinglurkerwholurks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22004695

Summary: Jason had shuffled into the bedroom and had just finished pulling his shirt over his head when he paused, arms still trapped in the fabric. A pair of eyes glowed at him from the bed, reflecting the dim light from the hall.

My Thoughts: I also have to include this one bc it was a gift to me, and it’s so cute & angsty & just dkjsfsdjkhfksjah I love it so much

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The D-Word by AutumnHobbit / @autumnhobbit on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9597686

Summary: "See, Tim?" Jason called over his shoulder sardonically. "Dad agrees with me."

He turned back to his food for a moment before the thought suddenly occurred to him that the Cave had gone near silent. He cautiously glanced back at the others. Alfred was still working away at stitching Tim up. Tim looked a little pale and sweaty, but he was glancing over at Jason with a look that was a mixture of concern and confusion. Bruce was standing stock-still, seemingly staring off into space.

My Thoughts: I constantly reread this when I want funny and then heart breaking Jason & Bruce feels. I always know what’s coming and it STILL GETS ME

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baby wonder by drakefeathers / @drakefeathers on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1887807

Summary: (baby!damian AU) Bruce dies, Dick becomes Batman. But the Damian that Talia leaves in his care isn’t a ten-year-old warrior, he’s a ten-month-old baby.

My Thoughts: oh my goddd this is so good, it hurts but it’s SO CUTE at the same time??? ugh dskjfhkjsadhf

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a hat fashioned from tin foil by discowing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14356020

Summary: nightwang @karakurachou – 8 hours ago

jason todd is alive and faked his death so he could become robin: a conspiracy theory thread

Batfam conspiracy theories meet social media.

My Thoughts: !!!!!!! so good!!!! seriously one of the best social media fics I’ve ever read.

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Bet Your Bottom Dollar by jerseydevious / @jerseydevious on tumblr and twitter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17971160/chapters/42447017

Summary: Dick's been having kind of a hard time, recently. When it boils over, Bruce is there for him.

My Thoughts: I reread this one a LOT when I need Dick & Bruce feels

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Metanoia by AlannaOfRoses / @alannaofroses on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21943249

Summary: Jason's bleeding out, Dick's overtired, and a half-serious offer turns into their new normal. Sometimes you just need somebody else around.

My Thoughts: this one was also a gift to me!! it’s got amazing brotherly bonding and it made me laugh a LOT

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a hundred miles through the desert by acrobats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18197330/chapters/43045388

Summary: Finding himself nearly three decades into the past hadn't been part of Jason's plans for the day, but he could manage. Having no idea how he got there, no clear path home and a recently orphaned Bruce Wayne determined to drag Jason into his search for his parents' killer - that might be a little more complicated.

My Thoughts: ughhh this is such good Jason content (and such amazing Jason voice, too) I adore it

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oh, where do I begin? by LazuliQuetzal / @lazuliquetzal on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21988693

Summary: “No, no, nothing’s wrong,” Jason says. “We’re a-okay. Just peachy. Good times.”

“Oh,” Duke says, lamely, working himself out of crisis mode. There’s an awkward silence for a moment before he speaks up again. “Why did you call?”

“Right, right," Jason mumbles, which seemed a little out of character to Duke. His sort-of wayward brother was generally intimidating, even when he wasn't trying to be. "Uh, Dick said that you had a guinea pig when you were younger. How do you take care of a guinea pig?”

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AKA, not-exactly accidental guinea pig acquisition

My Thoughts: this was ALSO a gift to me but it’s so funny and sweet and there’s amazing Duke & Jason bonding so I absolutely must rec it

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Latchkey by goldkirk / @goldkirk on tumblr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21672928/chapters/51685639

Summary: or, How Tim Drake Found A Family, Became A Photojournalist, Learned To Love Coffee, and Grew Up, not necessarily in that order.

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.

My Thoughts: this is SO GOOOOD the Tim feels are amazing!!! the family interactions!!! everything! sdkjfhsjdfhksdhfajh

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Blood in the Water by MishaBerry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12734052/chapters/29037474

Summary: We all do stupid things when we are lonely, and in faraway lands, we hardly expect the consequences to follow us. Bruce certainly never thought twice about an American woman in Jaipur after one night with her. He hardly expected to see her ever again.

The universe, on the other hand, had different ideas, and the tides of time and chance brought Tim Drake to Bruce's life over and over again.

My Thoughts: this one is more AU than a lot of the others on here but it’s a lot of fun!! it has Tim & Damian & Jason feels, plus the rest of the family on a smaller scale

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so these are just SOME, and honestly you should go and check out other works done by all of these authors!! also would like to suggest reading the fics of @renecdote , @caramelmachete , @redtruthed , @rredarrow , and @schweeeppess !!!