#overheard in wayne manor

[gothamundernightlight]

Incorrect Batfam Quotes

Damian: Meditation keeps the mind at peace. It protects your head from everything external.

Jason: *throws a shoe at him

Damian: What the f*ck, Todd?

Jason: Except external sources of pain apparently.

[cigamfossertsim]

damian: theres a small get together at school on friday

bruce: how small??

damian: just you, me, and the principal

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Damian uses his mimicry powers to copy Bernard’s voice just to piss off Tim (Bernard finds it hilarious)

[morganbritton132]

One of the perks of living in Gotham is that occasionally you’ll walk past a Wayne having the most batshit insane conversation anybody has ever had.

Walk past Dick Grayson on the street and hear him say into his phone, “I don’t think he’s anti-vax, but Superman is definitely not vaccinated.”

Stand outside of the downtown WE building and see Tim Drake walk out with his tall friend only to pause and say, “Hold on, I just got the mental image of Lex Luthor pregnant. Thanks for that.”

A lucky few who ride the same subway line as the newest Wayne edition, overheard Duke tell Stephanie that living in Wayne Manor is, “Alright, but when I moved in Jason and Damian gave me a knife and said I had to kill Tim. Said it was tradition.”

“It kinda is. Did you do it?”

“No!” Duke says, to the relief of the overhearers. “Get this…he stabbed himself.”

“…yeah, I should’ve guessed that.”

The downside to living in Gotham is literally everything else.

[confused-wanderer]

The villains are utterly confused.

They remember the first robin. They remember how bloodthirsty the little gremlin was, how he appeared out of the darkness with a “HIYA FOLKS” that gave people near heart attacks with PTSD so bad they flinched everytime they walked into a dark corner. They remember his grin, baring few too many teeth with a glint in his eyes whenever the bat wasn’t around to curb him. They remember the death stare, the brooding that made no one doubt this was the Bat’s son. They remember how a punch would land a lot harder than it was supposed to, or the screaming that followed. Oh they remembered him alright.

The second one thank the stars was better. The second robin was giggly. He would hop around town, offering his help to everyone who needed it. Sure he was rough with abusers but hell no one cared about them. Matter of fact, the villains were glad because those assholes deserved no sympathy. They remember his puns, his wonder, his innocence and his spark. They remembered his laughter, his concern - the kind that only comes from one who’s been on the streets. This one was better, and the villains thanked their lucky stars. They remembered him alright.

But now, as the years passed and new characters emerged, the crime city saw the rise of two characters - a sunshine happy nightwing and a ready to kill red hood. And naturally, from their experiences in the past, the villains ended up making an honest mistake that ruined the two vigilantes’ reputation:

The villains assumed the first robin was Red Hood and the other was Nightwing. And BY GOD Gotham has not seen unhinged chaos like this.

SCENE 1

Red Hood *drawing his pistol* : Please, reach for your weapon. I’m itching for an excuse for my intrusive thoughts to become extrusive.

Two-Face: You dare mock me little bird?! Well.. I may not have my weapon.. but I have something I know you’d like..

Red Hood: Oh yeah?What’s that?

Two-Face: TAKE THIS! *slams button and coconuts start falling from the sky, all cracking and spilling as they hit the ground*

Red Hood:

Two-Face:

Red Hood: .. the fuck was that supposed to do?

Two-Face: .. HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING?! YOU HATE COCONUTS ROBIN!!

Red Hood: The fuck- .. wait did you call me robin?

Two-Face *grins* : Yea.. robin. The first one. Thought I didn’t notice?

Red Hood: The first one? Does this *gestures vaguely to himself and his weapons* seem like something the first robin would do?

Two-Face:

Goon 1: I mean.. yeah

Red Hood: What! The first robin was nice!

Goon 2 *guffawing*: I beg your fucking pardon??

Two-Face: .. you took my coin and attached a magnet beneath it so everytime I flipped it it wouldn’t stop spinning. Do you know how long that took me to figure out?? Do you know how insane it drove me?? Joker had to help me out of pity. OUT. OF. PITY.

Red Hood:

Goon 1: ..Also you did steal some of our bones

Red Hood: hedidfuckingwhatnow-

SCENE 2

Nightwing: Hey there buddy! You look frostyl!

Dr. Freeze: Aha! You are too late to stop me robin!

Nightwing: .. robin?

Dr. Freeze: why yes! Don’t act coy, I know it’s you there. Now that we’ve got that clear.. I was wondering if you remembered all those years ago when you gave me a source for electricity to power a hospital keeping my Nora?

Nightwing:

Dr. Freeze: well you weren’t careful enough and never told me how much I could take from it.. so I used it to power so many of my inventions that came after

Nightwing *remembering when Jason was robin and every damn time he came to visit Wayne Manor his room would always run out power and the countless cold showers in freezing winters he had to take because of it*: .. oh? Well, sorry to break your bubble, but that wasn’t me Elsa.

Dr. Freeze: no? You joke around, make puns and I’m supposed to believe it’s NOT you?. The first one brooded like there was no tomorrow. He pissed me off so bad once I overheard him saying his favourite ice cream flavour and I made sure it wouldn’t be available in Gotham for YEARS. You’re not as bad as the first one. I’d remember if you were him.

Nightwing:

Nightwing *firing up his escrima sticks to maximum voltage*: Oh let me jog your memory then :)

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

[luludeluluramblings]

Dick Grayson's Obsession with Smalltown!Reader

A/N: Why dialogue hard? Why so hard? Y'all I tried, once again. I saved Dick for last because I really really really did not want to screw up his character. I did end up adding a scene from Part Seven in here. Just to give it some pizzazz.

A/N: Part Eight is in the works, but it’s either gonna be massive or I’m going to have to divide it up. Also, people be posting so straight up fire in the Yandere Bat tags lately. Good stuff, I needed that.

Warnings: Yandere themes, physical affection.

Out of everyone, Dick was the most enthusiastic about Reader coming to Wayne manor, while also being the most melancholic. The tragedy of their arrival wasn't lost on him, despite the thrill he had over the thought of having another person to add to hi life. Already, the need and wanted to smoother them in comfort and care was there. But, the life experiences he had allowed him to realize it was probably best not to overwhelm them.

Therefore, it came out in short burst of staggering affection at times. But, only when he was visiting. (There was no denying the fact that he was extremely tempted to call them on the phone just to make sure they were settling in just fine. And, that he fought that temptation every single night.)

That didn't stop him from feeling some minor annoyance with Bruce for keeping the fact that they existed a secret. Dick had seen the affects of this life and even felt them, but to let the family nearly miss out on something so honeyed with normalcy was cruel. (It would have been preferred if they didn't have to lose their parents in order to join the rest of the family, but it was hard to think like with how busy his schedule was and soft they felt in his arms.)

Admittedly he may have latched on to them too hard in the beginning. They felt stiff the first time his arms wrapped around them. The guilt of it gurgled in his throat, which is why he cut it short and went about his business. But, he couldn't stop the urge to do so each time they crossed each other's paths in the manor halls.

And, much to his glee, they start to soften. Slowly, but surly, they start to cling to him a little longer when his arms wrap around them. They start to depend on him. For once the thought of someone so conventional depending on him as Dick rather than as Nightwing, because everyone seems to depend on him as Nightwing, doesn't fill him with anxiety. It makes his chest flutter in a different way. Not with anxious butterflies, but with a flicker of a warmth.

It's completely innocent, the way the craving starts. He has to talk himself out of rearranging his entire schedule to be around them. Especially after the kidnapping incident. But, the Rouge break out gives him plenty of work to distract himself, and more frequent chances to find them in the manor for a dose of his new source of comfort.

His feelings finally start to become clear when rather than holding him longer and tighter, they finally reach for him themselves.

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“And, how is my favorite person today?” Already Dick has his arms opened wide for you when you walk out of the kitchen. He always appears from the depths of the manor, before he wraps around you like a slow creeping vine blooming with all sorts of sentiments.

"Alfred was doing good last I saw." But, by now you've grown to appreciate the way the tendrils curl around your limbs and burrow themselves into you. A small grin forming on your face at the chance to finally have someone to talk to, even if he isn't consistent company.

"Alfred isn't my favorite person, and you know it." The banter between them enjoyable and the undertones of his words ignorable in your obliviousness. "But, seriously, how are you doing today? You look like you have something on your mind. If it is you can tell me, you know that right?" The concern pouring put of his lips, as his grip tightens.

He had seen you through the cameras and had overheard the longing phone calls. The fact that your birthday was coming up had crossed his mind, and the realization that this would be your first without your parents did register in his brain. (But, it would also be you first with them. With him.) Bringing it up to you seemed like a bad idea. But, he would still try to encourage you to spill your feelings to him.

"No, no. It's nothing I promise." Your reply was soft and dismissive. But, the dishonesty was noticeable in it still.

Dick's arms seemed to tighten around you as you spoke, as if he was trying to decode the root of your troubles from the way your heart was beating against his chest. Eventually, he does loosen his limbs around you.

As he looks down, you known and he knows you’re lying. For a moment you think he going to push. To try to choke the words out of your lungs with another tight squeeze. But, he doesn't. Instead he lets you breathe.

"Okay," is all he says.

No extra nor unnecessary words. No constant reassurance that he'll always be there for you. Just a single word and the room to breathe. Those other things have already been said. Multiple times, in fact.

It's this one instance where he lets you breath that somehow gives you lungs the air it needs to blurt out what's bothering you as he pulls away.

"I wanna go home." The words escape your lips when you finally exhale and reach for him. The words coarse. "I just really want to go home for a bit. I miss home. I miss my family. I just—“

Dick doesn't even let you get halfway before he's enveloping you again. A slight tremble in his hands as he sprouts around you once more.

This. This is what he's wanted. You coming to him with your raw feelings. And, he knows he's the first person you've said this to at all.

"How can I help you?" He asks instead of questioning the statement.

"Can you help me convince Bruce to let me go, please, Dick?” The tentative way you ask and look up at him has him caving immediately.

"Of course!" Perhaps it was a good thing you didn't grow up in Wayne manor. If Bruce hadn't spoiled you, he most definitely would have. "I'll bring it up to B as soon as he gets back."

"He's gone?" You hadn't been informed of him even leaving, but then again, you were hardly every informed about anything it seems.

"Yeah, work emergency. It wasn't a big deal, but he'll be back soon." Dick can sense the mild tone shift, but manages to shift it back to something more lighthearted. "I'll make sure to butter him up for you. I swear. Puppy-dog eyes and everything."

It works, because before he can even clutch you to his chest you already wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled yourself towards him. Just the way you hug him tells him how genuine this type of embrace is. This is how you hold people. And, now, this is how you hold him.

"Thank you, Dick. Thank you." Comes your muffled reply into his chest.

The way you nuzzle into him like that's where you belong, because that's where you do belong, and the way you say his name causes his heart to melt. And, his mind to slowly sinks into the puddle it became.

Dick could stay like this for hours, but you start to pull away after a solid minute.

"I should let you get going. I know you got a lot of stuff to do." Your words sound so hopeful and understanding as you him go. The way you look up at him like he is your hero just for this simple small thing is touching.

Inwardly, he curses. The criminals of Gotham. The criminals of Blüdhaven, the team, the family, his schedule. Everything. He curses it all for that moment, because he could be holding you to his chest longer and having you look up at him like that instead. But, he lets it pass. He manages to let it go just as you pull away.

"Yeah, I do. But, don't think I'm going to brush off helping my favorite person in the world." Plastering on a well practiced pretty smile as he speaks.

"So, that means you got somebody more important off world? I see how it is." You tease in return as you fall for the practiced charm.

"Maybe." Dick lets the banter easy his mind. In reality, even off this world, you're probably his favorite, still. It should scare him, but it doesn't. "I'll let you know how Bruce takes the request. But, I'm prepared to sneak you out of here if necessary."

"I'll get the spy music ready, just incase." Things are starting to look up, and it's nice to have someone in your corner in this massive estate.

"Mission Impossible theme?" His grin become less practiced at the thoughts of having an adventure with you.

"Nah, the Pink Panther one. Just for the shenanigans." Your own grin growing wider and wider.

"Now I want to sneak you out just for fun." And, he means it. Already mentally planning your trip back home with him escorting you. And, then you possibly coming and staying in Blüdhaven with him in his guest room. Just to get you out of the manor, of course. Clearly you need it.

He can't ignore the way his pocket keeps buzzing, though. Clearly the others are in the cave waiting for him. But, they can wait a bit longer, he thinks diving in for one last embrace.

As you wholeheartedly reciprocate, he can see one of the secret security camera out the corner of his eye and he can't stop the smug smile from forming on his face as his gives you one last squeeze in front of it.

With the way his phone stills, he can tell the rest of them saw. It's not his fault they're too scared of physical affection to actually hug you. But, it does give him a monopoly on it with you.

As he makes his way down to the Batcave there's a skip in his step and that smug smile is still on his face.

He makes sure to look at everyone's faces as he joins them. Soaking up their envy. All of that wasn't to make them jealous, but it's kind of nice to have.

"Was all that necessary, Grayson?" Damian being the first to break the silence by practically spitting the words out through his gritted teeth. Even with his perfect poster the tension coiling in his limbs is visible to the untrained eye.

"Someone's got to be the one to do it, little D. And, clearly, they needed it." Dick's tone was placating, but his smile wasn't. The way he stands in the center of the room reminiscent of an orchestra conductor.

"Don't use them as an excuse for your touch-starved tendencies, Dick." Barbara retorted, rolling in her chair towards another computer. She immediately began typing on it at a furious pace, clearly trying to distract herself.

"Low blow, Babs." He whistled in return. Everyone else seemed focused on giving him the silent treatment causing his grin to widen further. "I can't help that I'm a naturally-"

"I just texted Bruce about it." Duke suddenly says, looking up from his phone with a smug grin. He face had been blank before, but the way his eyes glanced up at Dick and the others when there heads jerk towards him showed off a hint of self-satisfaction.

"That's cheating." Childishly spills from Dick's mouth. This was suppose to be his favor to them. His. Not anyone else's.

"Bruce doesn't get text while in the Watchtower." Stephanie points out while uncurling from her seat, but the damage is done.

"Could we contact Father in the Watchtower?" Damian practically leaps from his seat and rushes to the Batcomputer where Tim sits. Alliances quickly being drawn up.

"He'd be pissed if we contacted him for something like this." Jason adds with a grin. He doesn't bother looking up from cleaning his guns, just not at all bothered by the prospect of pissing Bruce off.

"But, then message would be logged into the League data base." Comes Barbara's stern voice from her computer, her typing coming to a pause. Tim still keeps at whatever he was working on before Dick walked into the cave, but on the screen there is a flash of airline websites so it's fairly easy to conclude what his plan of persuasion is.

Cassandra watches the exchange reading the emotions through everyone's movements. Silently, she throws her bid in as well. Choosing to slide over to Stephanie and signing the making of a plan.

From there it spirals into an all out argument between each and every member of the family. Debating logistics and exchanging petty insults that seems to go on for hours. Hardly anything gets done while words are being thrown around like bullets.

In the back of his mind, Dick once again curses everyone and everything for ruining this for him. But, he reassures himself, the banter from earlier comes back to him.

It's a decent plan, he thinks. Sneaking Reader out of the manor. Convincing Bruce would be ideal, but it wouldn't be the first time he's broken the rules. And, it's for their happiness and well being. They need him. They asked him for his help. Not the other's. Not anyone else's. His. Bruce will understand.

Besides, it would be nice to see the Smalltown they grew up in. It sounds like a quaint little place. What could possibly be wrong with it?

[bugboi01]

I'll be gentle, my love Chapter 1 pt1

Tag list: @greenkiki @mybones537

Prologue

The morning after your odd interaction at dinner was a Saturday, and you were grateful for the chance to sleep in. Whoever said senior year was easy was a liar. You were exhausted, the kind of bone deep exhaustion that left one longing to sink into their bed and never get up. Unfortunately, a knock at your bedroom door interrupted your plans. You slowly got up, still half-asleep, and made your way to the door. Opening it, you were greeted to an interesting sight. Damian stood in front of you, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. He looked up at you disdainfully before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you downstairs with a surprising amount of strength for someone his size.

“Father wishes for you to join us for breakfast,” Damian muttered as an explanation. He seemed annoyed by the prospect of you cutting into his time with Bruce. You remembered what it was like the first few days after Damian was brought home. He was like a feral cat, always snarling and hissing whenever you tried to get close. He was also rather cruel, constantly mocking you and reminding you that the rest of the family cared more for him than they did you. Alfred had overheard one time and was furious with Damian. It was the only time you’ve seen the normally composed butler express anger. Damian left you alone after that, but he had also mellowed out over the years as well.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you both had reached the dining room until Damian was roughly shoving you towards your chair. Alfred gives the boy a disapproving stare but goes back to setting up breakfast for everyone.

“Thank you, Alfred,” you whisper as he sets down a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of you. You let out a happy hum as you take your first bite, legs swaying in blissful delight. Alfred's cooking certainly was the best. A pity you don't get to have it more often since you usually missed meals with the family. That's part of the reason the manor always felt so empty, everyone else operated on a vigilante schedule.

A rough hand on your shoulder startled you out of your pancake bliss. It's been a while since someone had touched you with such familiarity. The hand went to move, but your hand shot out subconsciously, a whine stuck in your throat at the thought of losing the gentle touch. You looked up and saw the hand belonged to none other than Bruce Wayne. Your face burned with embarrassment, turning even more red when you noticed the increased worry in his eyes. You let go of his arm, but his hand stayed.

"S-sorry," you stuttered out, but still, he doesn't remove his hand. Instead, he took the seat next to you, shifting his hand to hold yours.

"Don't be," he murmured. His voice was sweet and gentle in a way you had only heard him use when someone was hurt. It confused you, but it also soothed an ache you didn't know you had. You decided to take your chances and leaned into the touch a little, causing Bruce to tighten his hold on you encouragingly. Damian's eyes were on you the entire time. Not that you noticed with the way Bruce was suddenly showering you with attention.

The rest of breakfast passed as normally as it could. You assumed Bruce's touchiness came from last night's conversation at dinner. Not that you were complaining. You intended on soaking up the attention as long as you could.

(A/N next part will be Bruce's pov, I think. Sorry it's a bit short, but I wanted to get it out before the new year. Also, comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Thank you for reading!)

[rad-batson]

overheard at Wayne Manor

Damian: NOBODY’S PERFECT, DRAKE!! THAT WAS YEARS AGO

Tim: YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!

Damian: I WAS LITERALLY NEURODIVERGENT AND A MINOR

Tim: BITCH, SO WAS I!!

Jason: THIS IS WHY I NEVER JOIN FAMILY GAME NIGHT

[gothamundernightlight]

Incorrect Batfam Quotes

Tim: *mindlessly ranting about his latest conspiracy in the middle of an insomniac episode

Tim: …so what do you think? Am I right?

Jason: What you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard.

Jason: At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought.

Jason: Everyone in this room, myself included is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Tim: …

Tim: A simple no would have sufficed.

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Good Dad™ Bruce headcanons (part 2) :

Bruce helps Alfred bake his kids' birthday cakes. Alfred assures him he doesn't have to (in an attempt to save his kitchen), but Bruce insists.

As Dick was growing up, Bruce would often caress his hair to help him fall asleep after long patrols. It was a small, comforting gesture that made Dick feel safe. Even now, whenever Dick's recovering from an injury, Bruce keeps it up. He'll sit by Dick's bed and gently run his fingers through his hair, helping him relax. This simple act unconsciously takes Dick back to his inner child, triggering a deep sense of comfort and security.

Bruce put up a box in the batcave wherein the kids can share anything (an idea, an opinion, a personal issue,...) anonymously or not. And, he promises to at least read them all.

Bruce overheard Steph sharing about her love for Lady Gaga. The next day, she found a bunch of VIP tickets for her next concert in her utility belt.

Bruce noticed Damian seemed much more at ease when they spoke in Arabic. It was clear Damian found comfort in connecting on a cultural level. Bruce started using his mother tongue more often in their conversations, whether they were strategizing or just hanging out.

Bruce and Duke have a routine of going on morning runs together through the Wayne Manor grounds. It started as a way for Bruce to help Duke adjust to his new life and training schedule. Now, it's a time when he can talk freely about anything.

Bruce invested a lot in Tim's gaming setup, making sure he had the latest tech. He knew how much Tim loved gaming, and it was his way of supporting Tim's interests and giving him a way to unwind.

Bruce realized how much Cass loved to sit in the garden to just silently watch trees, flowers and birds. So, he cleared his schedule to take her to Iceland to watch its gorgeous landscapes.

When they're all reunited - be it for mission debriefs, family dinners, birthdays,... -, Bruce always makes a point to catch Jason’s eye in order to give him a reassuring look that says "You're part of us. Thank you for being here". It’s a fleeting moment, but it secretly means the world to Jason.

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(here's part 1)

[coupleoffanfics]

My friend y/n Wayne Part. 1

Yandere! Batfam x Batsis! Reader Summary: Norah was y/n's closest friend. Well she might have been her only friend.

y/n had trouble making friends. The thought of meeting and talking with someone she never met was stressful. What if she said something weird? What if she wasn't talking enough? What if she was talking too much? She never really had too much time interacting with people in the past.

She went to gala's and put on a false smile while staying close to her family. She went to school, but she never went out of her way to talk to her peers. She was never one to make the first move. While of course there were some attempts at befriending the Wayne. She hardly had the time to hangout outside of school. Leading to some alienation.

Yet there was one girl that somehow stuck around. Eleanor Spencer or just Norah. She didn't pester y/n to hangout or force her into something. They're friendship was like a cat and its owner. y/n is off doing her own thing mostly, if not all the time and Norah is willing to wait with open arms. Norah had her own life of course. She wasn't waiting to be at some random person's beck and call, regardless of if they're a Wayne or not.

Still it was a nice dynamic for the two. Any school activities or even social events y/n Wayne would skitter over to Norah and almost hide behind her. Shielding herself from other people as if she didn't have any power behind her name. As if she wasn't a Wayne but then again that could have been why y/n clung to Norah so much.

Their status or name didn't matter to Norah. She was also so confident in herself but not to the point of being cocky. She never cared for what others thought of her while she kept true to herself. She was kind yet never let others push her or others around.

Norah was everything y/n wanted to be and maybe to an extent Norah saw that. She wanted to teach the girl to have a backbone, but y/n always had a bleeding heart.

There were only a handful of times Norah had been to the Wayne manor. They were always for y/n's birthday. She can remember her 9th birthday and how many kids were running around the backyard. There were some parents huddled together chatting with each.

All the other kids were playing while y/n clung to what was her older brother, Jason Todd. Norah remembers how he looked so fed up with the whole thing and overheard him asking Bruce if he could leave when y/n went to the bathroom. Of course the man told him no without hesitation and he pouted which made Norah roll her eyes.

It was only after Jason's death was when the big birthday parties for y/n stopped. It was clear as day how much her adopted brother's death hurt her as she started skipping school and rarely saw out in public. Even though Norah was a little young, she could see how she looked at Jason as if he put the stars in the sky just for her. Considering the snippets of memories she has of the two, she's sure Jason would have if he could.

After that she always tried to make sure the desk next to her was empty. If y/n did come into school, she didn't want her panicky looking for a place to sit. Norah wanted to be her safety net and it seemed like y/n notice as she'd always give her a small smile. Seeing that smile regardless of how small it was made Norah return one of her own with a little nod. Almost as if they were saying thank you and no problem.

Then came Tim Derek. He was only adopted just about nearly a year after Jason had passed. At first it seemed like Tim was pestering y/n and often whispering to y/n about God knows what. He acts like he idolized y/n for some reason while also treating her like an animal he's about to dissect. It was weird and clearly put y/n on edge which meant Norah had to do something.

It often led to Norah dragging y/n away to talk about "important girl stuff" that was top secret. The two would look over their shoulder to make sure Tim wasn't following them. y/n would always give an apologetic grin with a wave and Norah would give a sharp glare as if she'd cut him into two if he followed them.

That period wouldn't last long as it didn't take long for the two to start actually being friends. Norah doesn't know what made them shift to this, but she didn't mind as long as y/n was comfortable. Though she can say that she never really got around to being that close to Tim no matter how much y/n tried to push her two friends together. They just never clicked.

That's just how they worked.

Until the last years of highschool. y/n suddenly have more free time. It was almost like she was let off a leash and taking in her freedom. She joined clubs, did a lot of volunteering, and even got a boyfriend that would end in travesty. Norah knew there was something different about him but she never said anything since he made y/n happy. That was a whole can of worms that didn't need to be opened today.

All that really mattered to Norah was that y/n was safe and happy.

With all that free time she began to become really good friends with y/n. They weren't just acquaintances anymore as they have had sleepovers nearly every night at Norah's. She even learned that y/n was skilled in many arts including illustrations, culinary, and even martial arts.

Of course y/n taught her the basic martial arts though she'd always shy away from any complications given. Always saying, "I'm not that good. You should see Tim fight, he's ten times better than me." The thought of that scrawny nerd being a better fighter than y/n always made Norah chuckle under her breath.

It wasn't uncommon to see the two glued to each other. Norah did theater and other clubs to build up her resume, while y/n did fencing and charity. They mentally promised each other to never miss each other's events. y/n would always show up to Noah's musicals with the most colorful bouquet despite Norah only being a background character. In turn Norah would show up to y/n's fencing matches and would cheer for y/n at the top of her lungs even if she got a few weird looks.

Over the years, Norah helped her become more disconnected from her family. y/n has explained a few times about how lonely it was living in the Wayne manor. She'd talk about how there really wasn't any there for her except for her butler, but even then he'd have had his own things to do. Her brothers weren't in her life anymore despite living under the same roof.

Even when she did get some attention it was usually from her younger brother. Bruce Wayne's only biological child, Damian. Damian was known for having a bit of a temper, but overall indifferent most of the time. y/n talked about some of the insults that were hurled at her. How Bruce basically told her to ignore it. It felt like she was holding back some details, yet Norah couldn't push for more answers when even talking about it made y/n tear up.

Norah began to understand y/n's people-pleasing behavior. While there wasn't anything inherently wrong with wanting to please someone. It wasn't healthy to hang onto other's approval and validation like it was your lifeline. So Norah did her best to help y/n break some habits and get her out of that emotionally neglectful environment. It was slow work. Yet Norah made sure to be patient with y/n. Things like things weren't easy, it was only natural.

The biggest step y/n took towards Independence was moving out. Getting a nice apartment for herself. Though her father was paying for everything until she finished with college and got a steady income. At least he did something Norah guessed, but it was too little too late in her opinion. Still it was victory for y/n and Norah couldn't be happier for her.

Not being used to living alone she asked Norah to sleep over for a couple nights. Since her boyfriend was too busy being a nerd. Norah never saw what made Xander so special, but whatever. Whenever there was anything y/n needed help with, Norah would always try to find a solution. 

It was almost funny in a way. Norah had never cared too much about anyone aside from family and here came y/n Wayne. The embodiment of a shivering wet cat. Norah wanted nothing more than for that poor forgotten cat to turn into a tiger. y/n was far from becoming that fearless tiger, but at least she wasn't shivering wet cat anymore.

Things were looking up for the two friends. Until Gotham was welcomed to another psycho. The charity ball certainly gave this new member of the community a warm welcome filled with screams and blood. Oh, but sweet y/n became the apple of their eye.

y/n was swiftly taken away by the new villain when the police showed up. Norah constantly hits herself for not going to that gala to protect y/n, but what would she really have done? It wasn't surprising y/n had a target on her when she's a Wayne, regardless of if it was planned on or not.

The new psycho had y/n ride in the car with him along with one of his henchmen. From what y/n recounts the bastard was talking normally in a sense. He still had erratic behavior, but somehow spoke casually. They had a conversation though y/n said it was more one-sided than anything else.

She was sitting in the backseat with her hands being tied together behind her. He and the henchmen were in the front. Both had guns and- God damn. Norah wanted to ask why the hell y/n thought it'd be a good idea when she first heard it. He was driving.

Whoever tied her hands together clearly didn't know how to tie their own shoes together because she was able to slip out of them. With her hands free, y/n immediately started strangling him. This took him by surprise and the car started to swerve. She and the henchmen momentarily froze when he started laughing at what she was doing. It was like he wasn't even registering what she was doing.

The henchmen grabbed her arm with one hand and by the hair with the other. No matter how hard they tried to pull they couldn't get her to budge. y/n was seemingly hellbent on strangling this man.

The last thing y/n remembers was the non stop laughing from the man as she slowly lost his breath. And in the corner of her eye she saw the henchmen pull something out of their pocket. That's when they crashed. That's how y/n woke up in the hospital bed with Norah, her boyfriend, and Tim waiting beside her bed. She seemed more surprised that Tim was there than learning she hadn't been shot. To be honest Norah was a little surprised when she saw Tim walk in.

The two girls noticed how distraught y/n's boyfriend was getting when she told her story. It wouldn't have been so odd if he wasn't normally so stoic. Tim suggested that Norah take y/n's boyfriend out to calm down while he talked with y/n. Norah didn't want to leave y/n behind, but she knew y/n wasn't in any danger. y/n seemed fine with this and her boyfriend did look like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

It took almost half an hour for her boyfriend to calm down. When they returned y/n was already out of her hospital gown and in some casual clothes. Norah didn't have to ask when y/n explained that she was going back to the manor. Tim added that she would be safer there.

This was when things really started to go downhill.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

Just Wanna Bewitch You In The Moonlight

Written for @steddieangstyaugust - Day 7: Moonlight. Another cursed statue Steve because I have been sitting on this idea for ages. Title from Ghost lyrics.

The garden of the Harrington manor was quiet when Eddie snuck in. He already knew all the patrols, cameras, everything important. It wasn't like he wanted to steal something anyway, the worst he could get charged with was trespassing. Or at least he hoped so - Harringtons weren't exactly the most forgiving bunch.

He soon found what he was looking for. A statue of a handsome young man, reaching for the sky. There was something sad about him, the curve of his lips, forever frozen in a wistful smile. Just as beautiful as he was a month ago. 

"Hi, sweetheart," muttered Eddie and squeezed his stone hand. He sat down at its feet, leaned against the statue's legs and waited. The sky was clear today, he could even see stars through the light pollution, so it would not take long. If only the moon hurried up.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Eddie leaned back and smiled at the upside vision of the handsome boy, now with color in his cheeks. "Hi, sweetheart," he repeated, pulling him down for a kiss.

The statue obliged. "Hi yourself. I don't mean to rush you, but can I have my legs back? I'd like to stretch for a bit."

"Sure thing, Stevie." Eddie quickly moved away and offered the statue - Steve - a hand so he could leave his pedestal. He seemed uncertain on his feet for a moment, but soon he was on the ground and doing stretches that Eddie would never even consider. "I'm always amazed that this is what you want to do with your precious time," he laughed and watched Steve stretch his calves.

"And I always tell you that if you have to stay still for a month, your body will scream for a good stretch," Steve smiled at him and changed legs. "I'm more amazed that you still haven't given up. It has to be annoying, always having to come here. How long has it been?"

Eddie pretended to count on his fingers. "Hmmm, let me see…two decades, give or take. I was nine when I met you, I'll soon be thirty. Why, are you counting?"

"I lose track. Still, I feel guilty about it. You should be living your own life too, you know." Steve finally stood up and nudged Eddie's side. "I'd understand if you wanted to quit. I can't ask you to keep doing this for the rest of your life."

Eddie caught Steve's hand, swinging it back and forth. "You don't have to."

..

They always did this, ever since Eddie was a child roaming the Harrington grounds where his uncle worked. He couldn't sleep one day and got lost in the fancy maze that was the estate's garden. The moonlight made everything so pale, it was difficult to find his way back to Wayne's shed. Eddie was getting tired and cold, but he wasn't about to panic. He just needed to catch his breath. He half collapsed against another piece of art that Harringtons had collected over the years.

And then, just as the full moon showed up in all her glory, the statue that Eddie was leaning against moved.

Eddie was so terrified he couldn't even scream, he just fell backwards into a thorny bush. Before he knew it, the statue rushed to him, pulled him back up and started fussing over him. "Are you okay?" it asked. "I overheard you talking to yourself, you're going the wrong way. The shed is further to the right, come with me."

It took Eddie's hand and swung it back and forth, establishing a brisk pace with Eddie skipping next to it. They didn't really talk, but when Eddie was back safe with Wayne, he saw a moonlit figure give a small wave.

After that, Eddie would go to visit the statue every night, but it never moved. It just stared towards the stars, as if it was reaching out to grab the moon itself.

It finally happened a month later, at another full moon. Eddie thought that maybe he'd hallucinated the whole thing at that point, maybe he just hit his head when he fell into the bushes, but as the moonlight hit the statue, it yawned and stretched its arms. "Oh," it said when it noticed Eddie, "you're back? I hope you don't end up like a pin cushion this time."

After that, they talked. A lot. The statue was called Steve, and he didn't always use to be a statue. He never really knew the scorned witch who cursed him, or what he did to her. "I used to be a real jerk back in the day," he smiled at young Eddie. "Maybe I trampled over her herbs when I was rushing back home after another party. Maybe I knocked into her. Or maybe it wasn't even me, maybe my dad did something nasty to her. He isn't really the nicest person."

"The old Mr. Harrington?" Eddie asked. "But he's like, ninety? How long have you been here?"

Steve shrugged, stretching his arms. "Hard to say. I only get to fully wake up every full moon. The rest of the time, things are hazy. But I think I got cursed in nineteen thirty two. I was twenty then."

Eddie's jaw dropped. "Wow. That has to suck. Does your dad ever come and visit you? Maybe try and break the curse?"

"Not really." Maybe it was just the moonlight playing tricks on him, but Steve's smile seemed sad. "He doesn't believe in the whole magical mumbo jumbo, you see. Or that's what he used to call it. He's ashamed that I made a spectacle out of our family."

"But it might not have even been you!" blurted out Eddie. That's not fair!"

Steve reached out and ruffled his hair. "I know. He tried bribing the witch, but that didn't work. Then he tried to destroy me or move me, but that's impossible. So he just ignores that I'm around. He used to send someone to leave a snack for me, before I woke up, maybe to ease his conscience, but now that he's old, I don't think he remembers me anymore. Maybe it's better for him this way. And since another part of the curse is that I can't leave the garden...he doesn't really have to worry about anyone finding out about me."

He fell silent, but Eddie's mind did anything but that. He stood up and grasped Steve's shoulders. "Well, fuck your dad."

Steve blinked at him. "Hey, aren't you too young to swear like that?"

"Fuck that too. And shush, I have something important to say. I, Edward Munson, herefore...ther....I mean, I promise on my soul that I'll find a way to free you." Eddie was grinning at him, but there was something in his eyes that made Steve take that promise seriously.

"Eddie. I appreciate it, really do. But you don't have to do that. I'm fine."

Steve smiled at him as he said it, he tried to sound persuasive, self-assured. But that scrawny kid in front of him just rolled his eyes and, much to Steve's surprise, patted his head. "Now now. Wayne says that pretending to be okay isn't cool, so we're not doing that. I'm keeping my promise, Steve. You'll see."

..

The evening was colder than usual. Eddie threw a blanket over himself and Steve, cuddling close. "The research is going well, you know. Dustin believes he found the origin of the curse, or at least some of the components. He believes we have a real shot at freeing you."

"I still can't believe you roped other people into this," laughed Steve. "How did you even get them to humor you and come here? Did you just tell them that you met a cursed statue when you were a kid, and they just went with you?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised how curious these little assholes are. Not so little now, they're starting college, but they're all committed. Especially Max, she considers it an insult we haven't solved it yet."

Steve sighed, staring into distance. "College already? I met them when they were barely teenagers. Time flies so fast."

"Not for you, baby," whispered Eddie and kissed Steve's cheek. "Not for you."

It was soon time to part. Steve's hands grew colder and more stiff by the minute, pulled back into their original position. As life gradually left Steve's body, Eddie repeated his promise again, just like he had for twenty years. He didn't know if Steve could hear him at this point, but it didn't matter. It was equally for both of them.

Maybe they would finally set him free in a year, five, or twenty. Maybe Eddie would be older, full of wrinkles and with grey streaks in his hair, while Steve would still be young and handsome. It wouldn't matter, as long as Eddie could see him walk past that garden's gate, feel the sun on his skin again.

Steve might have been worried about the day that Eddie would inevitably stop coming. Maybe he'd give up, or something would happen to him. Maybe, as he told Eddie many times, he'd finally find a life purpose that would bring him happiness.

But Eddie made a promise, and as long as he was alive and breathing, as long as he had anything to say about the matter, one thing was certain: Steve Harrington would never be alone on full moon again.

[angelfic]

first of all congrats on 2k !! my request would be dick grayson in a forbidden romance with "you're a horrible liar" TYSM I LOVE YOUR WRITING

thank u sm ur so sweet!! i’m so excited to be writing for dick grayson u have no ideawhsjwkdiekf here u go anon! 💌

dick grayson x reader + forbidden romance + “you’re a horrible liar”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

“Hey, doc,” you hear Dick call from the doorway where he leans against the wall and watches you. Clad in his Nightwing suit, he smiles at you, very clearly tired from wherever he’s come from. You almost turn away, but you quickly realise that he’s leaning on the wall for support and the hand not holding his mask, is clutching his side. “You got time for another patient?”

“You’re hurt,” you mumble pointlessly, rushing over to help the vigilante off the wall and towards a chair. Trying to ignore the way your stomach twists at his wincing, you help him into a sitting position. “Take off your shirt.”

“Woah, you’ve never said that where other people can hear you before,” he chuckles, the movement making his laugh turn to wheezing. You hide your worry with a glare at his words and check the door to see if anyone overheard. Just to be safe, you go and shut it.

You’re pretty sure everyone is in their rooms or out, but working in a house full of vigilantes means you can never be too sure with security. The less you work at the hospital and the more you’ve started staying at Wayne Manor, the chances of your relationship with Dick have increased immensely.

You’re almost certain that Tim knows about you two. Either that, or he knows some other secret based on the weird, knowing smiles he keeps sending your way. You dread to think.

“How’d this happen?” you ask quietly, already getting to work on the stitches.

Dick looks at you, slightly conflicted with something before he speaks. “I, uh… there was this-” he cuts himself off, sighing and then taking a deep breath. “I tripped over a stray kitten trying not to step on its tail and one of the guys got me before I had the chance to recover.”

You really do try not to laugh, but the second you accidentally catch Dick’s eye when you go to reach for a bandage, you can’t help cracking a smile.

“And I assume the cat came out of there completely fine,” you tease, smoothing the bandage over the stitches.

“I swear I saw the smug bastard shake its head at me,” he says, completely serious until you dip your head and start laughing again, to which he responds with his own smile.

You turn your head to get the disinfectant to begin on the smaller scratches and cuts and when you turn back to Dick, he catches your lips with his own in a gentle kiss, hand coming up to cup your face. You melt into him for a minute, letting his warmth envelope you before reluctantly pulling away.

“Dick…” you sigh, avoiding his eyes to fiddle with the lid of the disinfectant bottle. All you want to do is continue kissing him, but the sneaking around has had you thinking recently. You’re here for your job and you know you’re in a position of trust and responsibility to Bruce and the others, including Dick. “I keep telling you we need to end this. And I mean it.”

Dick stays silent and after a couple beats, you look up, thinking that he’s upset with you. You find him smirking. “You’re a horrible liar, you know.”

“I’m serious, Grayson,” you say, trying to sound as firm as possible when he looks at you in the way that gets you all mushy inside. “I can’t do that to Bruce. He’s my employer, yeah. But more than anything he trusts me and I can’t mess this up.”

“Hm.” Dick doesn’t change his expression, continuing to look at you, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back and you wonder if he’s even listening to you. Tutting, you snap your fingers in his face, causing him to smirk even more. “Yeah… Bruce knows.”

You freeze, staring at Dick in utter shock. “He knows?”

“Since yesterday,” he nods, taking the disinfectant out of your hands to place it on the table. Holding your hands, he guides you forward so you’re standing snug between his legs, still unable to say much. “He doesn’t care, by the way. Just like I said he wouldn’t.”

“Really?” you ask in a whisper, not daring to sigh in relief just yet.

Dick just rolls his eyes and takes your face in his hands. “Yes. He still trusts you and still wants you working here, just like I said.”

You relax your shoulders, nodding. Then you punch him in the arm, making him groan. “Why didn’t you tell me straight away, you ass!”

“I was injured!” he exclaims, but his stupid grin is unwavering. “I still am, actually. That was a damn good punch, what the hell?”

“Jason showed me the other day,” you grumble, still frowning at Dick.

He shakes his head at you, completely unaffected by your glare as he swoops in for another quick kiss, knowing it’ll appease you, even momentarily. You don’t hesitate to respond, hands beginning to roam up his strong chest and into his hair. He pulls away with a contented smile. “I half-expected you to punch me again for kissing you.”

“Yeah, well. There’s more where that came from.”

[theyellowhedgehog]

This is a reverse robin AU! Or more like a parallel of the AU.

The thing is I have never finished writing a story to publish, or chicken out before publishing so I thought this would be perfect. I will write this in the form of exploring the relationship between Damian and Tim.

Read along and tell me what you think? And If anyone want to make this into a fanfic, feel free to do so, and tag me so I can see it!

How Damian join the Wayne

Damian arrived to his father doorstep at the age of 12 after being deemed a failed experiment by his grandfather. Because Talia has got attached to her first project, she lied to her father and secretly sent her son away to stay with his dad, Bruce.

How Damian got his junior hero mantle

Damian at 12 years old was as you expected the same as his cannon character. Bruce and him has plenty of fights, no one want to give way for the other. So against his father will, he dressed up in a kevlar armor he made on his own to fight bad guys.

At his first appearance, people didn't know who he was associated with. Then after seeing him together with Batman more often, the public give him a deared title, "Batboy"

Damian at 12 years old felt he finally prove something to Gotham. But then he grew out of that phrase.

How Damian and Tim meet

Tim Drake is the only child of Jack and Janet Drake. When he was ten, he overheard his mother and father talking about the illegitimate wayne brat.

Tim, himself, is a piece of work. He is never quiet, he is loud as a ten years old can be. Mom and Dad let him get away with many things and this made him an arrogant brat.

One gala day, he went up to Damian Wayne when the older boy was trying sneak a sip at the adult drink. "You can't drink that, you know?" Tim said with that annoying childish voice. Damian didn't care and chuck the whiskey all in one go and smirked at Tim.

But unknown to Damian, Tim is a tattle-tale.

"Mr.Wayne!! You son just drink a WHOLE glass of whiskey!!" Scream the ten years old from across the hall.

Their unlikely friendship started when twelve years old Damian tried to silence ten years old Tim by covering his mouth, which the younger one bit and in anger older threw him across food table.

It's safe to say that gala was an unforgettable one for Damian and Tim.

From there one, whether at the Prestigious Gotham Academy or at the Wayne manor, when you hear a high pitched wail and angry shushes, you don't even have to check twice to know its Damian and Tim.

Does Tim still love photography?

Yes, Tim has a love for photography since young, but he also has love for (wheels) Bruce Wayne's vintage cars.

Mom and Dad's rusty vase or priceless goblet? He didn't care.

Bruce's (vintage race car)? That was the love of his life. So as annoying and inquisitive brat, he crawl through a hole he dug and befriended himself with Alfred Pennyworth, then Bruce Wayne. Just after six months of his effort in befriending the owners, Damian arrived. Now he came to the Wayne manor with the excuse of playing with Damian.(But he just want to see the cars and photograph them to add to his scrapbooks.)

This went on for about six months. The first two months Alfred has to accompany them in fear that Damian might tick off and murder the young Drake. After observing them for two months, Alfred deems Damian to be Tim Drake proof.

Yellow Hedgehog, you said Damian behave the same as cannon, then why is he telorating Tim?

You need to remember that Damian is the first project that failed. On spending a little time at the League ( probs about 2 years?) and was sent away quickly after. Why was he sent away? Well, if you put the mind of a baby in a 10 years old, it cannot be called a successful project. And when the project throw temper tantrum like a human, is it consider a failure? Because Ra's goal for this project is not a heir, but to create a perfect clone of Bruce Wayne while he was at the league.(Do you guys know what I'm talking about?) I might come back to rewrite this...

So children get along with children most. In Damian's view Bruce was another person that restrict his freedom and constantly fight him to prove himself right. Which Alfred said, he acted just like Bruce when he was 10 years old.

Tim is constantly on his tail, and you have to be honest, having Tim around mean entertainment and interesting things happen, to a person who know nothing but cold hugs of Talia and a lab test tube. So with Tim, Damian behaved more like a child.

And Tim have this weird knack for turning the situation into his favor? Like when his enemies become his friend?

How Damian almost got his first dog

Damian is now 13 and Tim is 11.

As always when Saturday came, tiny footsteps running on soft padded carpet sounds as it stops in front of Damian door. But Damian didn't care and burrow deeper into the blankets.

The door swung open softly and soft footsteps got closer to his bed and stops. "Damian~~" Tim calls out in a sing song voice, "Let's take a tour to (vintage racecar) today !" and try to pull away the blanket.

Damian just groans, "It's Saturday, why can't you sleep like a normal child?" as if he was normal.

Tim nopes his ways, and hops on the bed and shakes the older boy. "Come on! You promise you would show me!!"

Damian holds on tighter to the blanket, "Can't you go by yourself? You already know this house like the back of your hand."

"Nope," Tim pauses and thinks, "That's not polite."

The blanket got stiff and gives out a dry laugh, "Yeah, right"

Tim pauses and looks at the lump of a blanket, "It's true, mom got me an etiquette teacher last week because I was being-" He imitates his mother nagging, "you are almost eleven now,Timothy. I will not have my kid act like an uncivil wild coyote on the table!" as he puffs out his chest and waves his pointer finger like his mother told him off.

Tim then falls silent because no noise was coming from the lump of blankets. And he wonders for a moment, "Bruce didn't let you get a dog?"

That when 13 years old Damian jumps out with still red eyes and a whine,"He thinks I would not be a responsible owner to a dog! Seriously!!"

Tim looks at Damian's red eyes, "Didn't you fake cry?"

This make Damian blushes and avoids Tim's eyes in embarrassment, "Of course not! That's embarrassing and humiliating!"

"Why?"Tim tilted his head in confusion, "It works with mine." he paused, "Well, until last month. They think a racecar is an unreasonable gift for an eleven years old."

"He said I can't take care of a dog because I'm too young!" Damian burrows into the blankets again.

"Then why don't I help? You just need to show him you are responsible!" Tim suggests. Damian narrows his eyes at his suggestion. "What do you want, I can see you brain scheming."

Tim grin, "Just told your dad to take us out on a ride with the racecar."

One week after convincing Alfred and Bruce to get Damian a goldfish so he can show that he is responsible pet owner, they agreed.

Tim comes to a visit on Wednesday( sometimes after getting the pet), and his eyes bulges when he sees the goldfish floating upside down. He had no time to tell Damian as he ran to the store and replaced it with another goldfish. Tim quietly went back home that day.

Another three week or so, Tim comes to the manor to see the goldfish in Damian's room floating upside down again!

Frustrated, Tim ran to a different pet store to get another goldfish. This time he did not leave and wait for Damian to see what the heck he does for two whole goldfish to die!

Damian and he talks and he SAW Damian putting a hand full of fish feed into the tank!

Tim was so angry that he fishes out the goldfish into a bowl and ran back to his manor screaming, "You don't deserve to have any pets!"

How did Tim find out their secret identity?Since there is no Flying Grayson yet, how did he figure it out?

That I will probably write later, if I stay motivated. This is great! This might be the most I have written in one sitting! There might /is grammar errors, tried my best. Don't come at me for my grammar.😎

Questions are welcome! But do not be mean in the comments.

PART 2 is now out!

[alienguts]

Bruce + Bookworm S/O (Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader HCs)

Warnings: none

A/N: just a little something i thought of while at work. Part 4 of Picking Up the Pieces is still in the works!

Despite being someone who has No Spare Time™, Bruce is very well read.

He was reading the classics by the time he was ten years old, so he's got the reading skills and the literary chops, he just doesn't have a lot of time.

While his favourite titles are by authors like Charles Dickens or Sun Tzu, he doesn't know a lot about modern authors.

Sure, he knows who Stephen King is, but he doesn't know Stephen King.

He's been asked at charity events for schools and libraries what he thinks of recent releases, and while he tries to have at least a vague idea of what's the hottest thing, he usually has a default answer.

Depending on what mood he's in, he either refers back to the classics, or plays on the 'dumb playboy' persona and says that he hasn't read a book since high school.

When he found out that you were a huge bookworm, he tried to become more knowledgeable about modern literature.

You likely met in a bookstore that he took Damian to and struck up a conversation with you over a book that you were reading the back of.

You'd noticed him numerous times while browsing and often overheard the store's staff talking about Bruce Wayne and his pushy son, but you never thought that he would ever talk to you.

Your first date was, of course, in the bookstore's café and he treated you to whatever you wanted, including books.

You didn't want to push your chances with him, but he was happy to get you that special cloth bound edition that you thought you wouldn't be able to afford.

The study is your favourite room in the entire Manor, and he learnt that quickly.

You get to have a Beauty and the Beast library in real life, things don't get better than that!

Most of the books there are old editions or academic journals that have been accumulated in the 100+ years people have lived in the Manor.

Eventually, some colour will be incorporated into the shelves and there will be an eclectic mix of covers in amongst all the brown spines.

There are times when Bruce has come home very late from a gala or from patrol and found you still awake, reading in bed.

"Sweetheart, I think you should get some sleep now." "Just let me finish this chapter first."

God help him if he ever tries to take a book out of your hands.

He's fought gods, monsters, serial killers, and weird giant crocodile men but he wouldn't even think about taking a book from you while you're reading.