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Part 2 of my MC's file from the yandere!batfam au
HER ARSENAL:
-Lucia's skills as a hacker are inspired by the Watch Dogs universe.
-She can remotely hack phones to access data, disable alarms, or track locations. Tamper with security cameras for intel or to map out routes. Overloard junction boxes to create distractions or disable power.
-Even manipulate traffic lights to cause accidents or create a escape route.
-She can also override vehicle systems, remotely controlling cars or locking people inside.
-She's also an inventor. Her fascination with tech doesn't end only in programming. She loves creating and developing tech stuff. Robots and drones are her favourites, designed for surveillance, as weapons, or other related tasks, such as planting bugs and retreiving items.
-With time, she learns to build specialized tools like signal jammers, EMPs, or hacking tools disguised as everyday items. Nothing escapes her.
-She has many hiding spots in Gotham, after years of finding routes by jumping through rooftops and sneaking around, but she mostly frecuents her main safehouse, that's located within an abandoned warehouse in The Narrows, and extends below utilizing portions of the closed underground station.
-She knows no one would think of looking down there, unless they know what they're looking for.
-It serves her as a workshop, but also as an operations center and her own personal heaven, where she can rest and enjoy herself in peace. She feels more at home there than in the Wayne manor.
-She puts her gymnastic skills to good use, sneaking through rooftops, alleyways, and urban infrastructure to her advantage. Sometimes she'll rely on drones for mobility instead, controlling them to scale virtually any wall and obstacle that she can't by bypass with parkour.
-She's not a fighter, but years of judo classes have allowed to defend herself when the situation calls for it. She's usually armed with compact, high-voltage stun weapons that incapacitate people without killing them. All of which designed and developed by her.
-She operates with an alter ego, Ghost, and later Zero, with which she manages her "errands" and communicates with people who hire her services. At first, the alter ego only exists online, but with time, she begins to intervene more in her missions, and it's not unusual for her to sneak into places to do her work, so she uses a disguise.
-When she's acting as her alter ego, she wears form-fitting athletic wear for unrestricted movement, with a jacket over it with deep pockets and hidden compartments, that helps conceal her shape. A sleek, high-design mask that covers from her nose to her forehead, equipped with augmented reality features for hacking on the go and a voice modifier, which creates a robotic tone that makes impossible to discern her age or gender. She also uses gloves, to keep her fingerprints away from any surface.
-She started doing some hacking here and there for hiring, but eventually, she associates with villains and works with them. She does some morally and legally questionable stuff (downright crimes) for money and also for the thrill of power, for the self-validation.
-Regardless, she doesn't really follow anyone. She works on her own terms and mostly does her own things. She's friends with some other hackers too and they work together from time to time, but otherwise, she acts alone.
-The classes and extracurricular activities she took in an effort to impress her family (judo, gimnastics, programming, drawing) have proven to be very useful with her new job, giving her a set of skills that she's honed for her not-so-legal endevours.
-She has her own motorbike, her favourite gift from Alfred that she treasures. She calls it "my baby", and has given it a few not very legal modifications to improve the design to her taste.
Personal info:
-She doesn't call Bruce "dad" or "father". It's always Bruce, or Mr Wayne if she feels particulally petty.
-She was banned from judo competitions after accidentally breaking her oponent's leg. In her defense, she had an awful day and the poor bastard decided it was a good idea to taunt her into hitting him. She claims she's gotten over it already (lies, she still gets pissy over it).
-She's been practically raised by Alfred, and they have the sweetest bond. He's the only person in the manor she respects, and wants to make him proud. That's why she does her best to hide her double life from him, knowing he would dissaprove.
-Funny enough, because Alfred is the same one who taught her how to shoot a gun and where to stab someone to render them helpless. The man is no fool, he knows he can't stop a teenager from doing dumb shit, but he can at least make sure she's prepared for the worst outcomes.
-She has the habit of moving around the manor like a monkey, climbing and jumping around like the proud gymnast she is. The manor is like a obstacle park for her. Why take the stairs when she can just jump off the rail and land gracefully on the ground? It's much faster.
-Alfred had to patch her up more than once from stunts gone wrong, but always encouraged her that "there's no victory without failure".
-She's grown up helping Alfred around the manor, slowly but surely taking his tasks from him and doing them herself so he can rest. She's worried about his high activity at his old age, fearing he might drop dead one day out of exhaustion.
-They share the house chores, and he calls her "his little helper", even though she's taller than him now. Lucia's heart melts when he calls her that, but pretends to complain with "she's not a kid anymore"
-She's fixated with the color red ever since her mom's death, specially with the kind of red that resembles blood stains. At the same time, she has severe claustrophobia.
-She hates the color green ever since Damian tried to kill her. It reminds her of his eyes.
-Speaking of it, she's either indifferent or polite with the others, but she hates Damian with passion. He gave her trauma, nightmares and a permanent scar on her neck that would never dissapear, among being an absolute bully whenever their paths cross. She avoids him entirely.
-Even thought she's stranged, she's still known as Bruce Wayne's daughter. She got kidnapped not much later after moving in to Wayne Manor by Penguin, whom she won over by being overly nice and polite with despite her circumnstances. Her mother taught her that bowing her head and be pleasant could save her life in the worst situations (pity it didn't save her)
-She was rescued quickly enough by Bruce, but he handled the ordeal as if it was an inconvenience rather than his daughter having been in a life-threatening situation.
-She's been kidnapped and attempted to more times over the years, each one cementing her belief that she had to save herself because no one else would.
-Her little brother, Marco, is a year younger than Damian, and has dyslexia, which is one of the reasons Lucia works so hard to provide him the best from a distance. She knows the educational system doesn't fit kids with special needs like him, specially if they're orphans.
-She's taken upon herself to be a mother for Marco, unconsciously seeking to cope with their mom's death by taking her place in his life. She visits him frecuently at the orphanage and pulls strings so he doesn't get adopted. It's selfish, she knows, but she can't stand the idea of another family getting him and losing contact with him.
-Being possessive with family runs in her blood.
-She adores him, but her relationship with the boy is also built on her feelings of neglect and the trauma of losing their mother. She holds unto him not only out of love, but because she feels he's the only true family she has. The only brother who loves her unconditionally and doesn't make her feel like shit.
-She's a parentified oldest daughter at its finest, used to act like an adult even at a young age. The only times she allows herself to be a girl her age is when she's alone with Alfred or with her best friends.
-She smokes and has some self-destructive tendencies, but crosses the line at getting drunk.
-She has discounts at the Iceberg Lounge whenever she goes. Gets along surprisingly well with Oswald Cobblepot, with him being somewhat fond of her since the kidnapping.
-Because of this, she has met a couple of villains already and even talked to them. Ivy and Harley are secretly scouting her for Siren potential, trying to see if she's worth it.
-All of them at some point have met her alter ego online. She has contacts everywhere.
-Marco's biological father is a pillar in both their lives since they were kids, and Lucia has a complex dynamic with the man. His identity is relevant to the plot.
-Out of all her "siblings", she likes Duke the most. He's the only one who's been friendly with her since the beginning and hasn't gotten bored of her, unlike Stephanie. They were close before, but after Lucia found out their secret identities, she kept her distance from him, much to his sadness.
-She doesn't mind Barbara and Cassandra. She's polite when she sees them and has no particular problem with their presence.
-She strongly dislikes Dick, Jason and Stephanie, and she doesn't have an opinion on Tim, beyond that he has assholes vibes.
-My Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne from this au are inspired by the ones from @solelifauna. If you want to get an idea, go check her works and you'll understand.
-Lucia knows all of their vigilante lives, but pretends she doesn't so to not give them a reason to bother her. Alfred is aware that she knows, since he was there when she found out, in an accidental way.
-Long story short, she snuck in the Batcave and saw all the stuff, including the uniforms. She had a mental breakdown right there and rushed to pack her stuff, determined to run away. She's a criminal, she doesn't want to share space with the people who hunt down those who break the law. Alfred caught her and managed to convince her to stay, agreeing that she would keep the secret and the family wouldn't have to know about this incident.
-Alfred thinks he reacted like that because she's afraid of being targeted by the Batfamily's enemies.
-In reality, she's afraid of being targeted by the Batfamily themselves.
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This is my official Batfam Magical Girl AU Masterpost (everyone clapped)
(image updated: 9/21/24)
Iâm going to do a brief overview and then go into more details for those interested.
Bruce being from old money (and apparently being connected to Camelot) inherited a mysterious mineral with unknown properties. In its raw form itâs very unassuming, but when cut like gemstones and added to accessories it can be harnessed into a tool. By altering the mineral into a wearable item it allows the magic within to be channeled. The magic of the mineral connects with its wielder to create an outfit and (typically) a weapon. These outfits do not grant the wearer special abilities outside of the transformation and the weapon, but when worn the wearer is granted (what is basically) hammerspace and a nearly impenetrable outfit. The uniform granted is not something they can alter the appearance of but will change gradually overtime to reflect how the wielder has grown.
This mineral will henceforth be known as Arcanium. It operates on Kryptonite logic in that itâsâ allegedlyâ super rare but also shows up whenever the plot needs it. (Iâm aware it shares a name with a card game, but I wanted my Kryptonite spoof)
Martha Wayne unknowingly started the cycle by turningâ what she thought was a rare gemstoneâ into a brooch. She died shortly after having it made and Alfred held onto it in her memory. Like canon Bruce goes on his journey of self-exploration to train. When he comes back he enacts his plan the way he does in Batman: Year One, where he goes out in basically just make-up, and it goes poorly. He wanders his manor trying to formulate a strategy and is drawn to his parentâs room and finds his motherâs brooch. Cue the first magical girl transformation. From there he alters the brooch to fit his bat aesthetic and the Batman Brooch is born.
Dick comes into his life the same way as canon. Bruce takes him in as a ward, Dick tries to track down Zucco on his own, etc. Bruce decides to use the other raw sample of Arcanium to turn into a second magical artifact. He lets Dick pick the theme, and thus the Robin Pendant is born. The rest is history.
(Before I continue I want to warn that Iâm making shit up as I go, so some of this is subject to change as I move forward.)
The Robin Pendant is passed down from Robin to Robin. Each Robin got their own unique look while using it. Following canon, Dick and Bruce have their falling out and Dick gives up the Robin Pendant in a moment of anger. In this au I think Dick, not having the pendant to fall back on, tries to lead a vigilante-free life, but of course falls back into it. During a fight he somehow manages to stumble across Arcanium in its raw form. Recognizing it he takes it with him. Like Nightwing: Year One he has his conversation with Superman and decides to become his own hero. Using his knowledge of Arcanium from his years with Bruce he creates his own magical artifact and becomes Nightwing.
This is a good place to interject that Iâm not changing any of their hero names. I was asked about it a couple times due to the caption, âRed Bow & Sailor Nightwingâ on my Dick and Jason designs. It was just a silly caption, because I didnât want to simply state âJason and Dick Magical Girl au.â But being serious, I donât really see a reason to change their names, with the exception of maybe Red Hood, seeing as I didnât give him a red hood. My au operates on Sailor Moon logic where despite the lack of masks no one recognizes them, and itâs just vaguely explained by magic. I think it would be funny if Bruce chose to wear a mask anyway because heâs that paranoid, but we���ll see when I actually design him. Anyway point is Red Hood is lacking a red hood, maybe he secretly has a red hood on his jacket or maybe he really does go by Red Bow, Iâll leave that up to interpretation.
Arcanium does not just accidentally appear. At the end of the day itâs still a mineral and itâs not sentient, but the magic has an element of âthe wand chooses the user.â Itâs not so much a âchosen one thing,â so much as the magic can sense intention. It doesnât care about the morality of the user, the magic is more seeking a symbiotic connection. (Meaning yes rogues can in fact wield artifacts.) Simply put, it wants a host that will be able to wield it. In its raw form the magic is dormant but it seeks to be⌠not dormant, so when it finds those who actually have the potential to create an artifact and use it, it reveals itself. It was not a coincidence that Martha had the inclination to have the brooch made, it was not a coincidence that Bruce was drawn to his parentâs room, and it was not a coincidence that Dick found Arcanium in the alleyway.
Each of the Bats have their origin moments with their own magical artifacts. I donât have the whole timeline down, but I will say there was a lot of drama between Tim and Damian, because Tim was forced to hand over the pendant. Even though he technically relinquished it, emotionally the connection wasnât severed. No one was sure if the transition would work, but Arcanium responds to whoever needs it more and therefore who will use it more. Like canon, Tim is having an awful time during that era. On top of all of it heâs had his title stripped from him and he canât even argue because if it wasnât the right move the pendant wouldnât have responded to Damian. Dick tries to comfort him by telling him that Arcanium will appear for him when heâs ready, but Tim is furious and impatient. So like a well-adjusted person he decides heâs going to engineer his own magical artifact artificially. It goes as well as his attempt to clone Kon does. Itâs not until Tim starts to get back on his feet that Arcanium presents itself to him. My thinking is that while Arcanium finds its users when they need it most, Timâs case is abnormal. His acquisition of the pendant was unconventional from the start since he showed up and demanded to take on the Robin role. Arcanium is drawn to individuals who will actually use its properties. Tim tends to rely more on his own detective work, which renders the pendantâs properties pretty moot. Especially when heâs going off the deep end, he becomes a hermit meaning a) he wouldnât really need/use Arcaniumâs properties and b) he inadvertently limited his own chances of stumbling across it âin the wild.â
In a similar vein I believe Barbaraâs journey is abnormal in that she forged her own Batgirl artifact that operates a little differently than the others, seeing as she made it without Bruceâs influence. After the accident she shelved it, maybe she passed it down to Cass, but eventually she gets it back. She created the Oracle identity without it, and for a long time the Batgirl artifact is something she avoids using, until she gets the idea to combine it with her computer to create a magic computer⌠sort of. She gets a uniform that is basically connected to the computer.
Going back to Damian needing the Robin Pendant more, its reaction to his acquisition was unique. As I mentioned previously the suits typically provide a weapon, well Damian is the exception. Unlike all the other Robinâs Damian didnât need more weapons in his life, what he needed was guidance. For the first time the pendant granted Damian a magical animal guardian, which is how he gets Alfred the Cat in this au. Despite being an animal lover Damian is extremely pissed at this development. He wanted dual swords or a scarier animal at least. He canât formally communicate with Alfred the Cat but he understands him intrinsically, though Alfred the Cat seems to be able to understand human speech somewhat. Only Damian seems to be able to truly understand Alfred the Cat. (Cue the antics of his siblings trying to figure out what the cat means or trying to control him in any capacity.) Besides being an animal, Alfred the Cat is also unique in that he doesnât dissipate when Damian isnât in uniform the way that the weapons do. Like the weapons he can be summoned by the pendant, but he seems to have existed prior to the pendantâs creation. (Iâm toying with the idea that while in uniform, the cat would also get some sort of uniform.)
Before I get into Duke and his abnormalities, I want to address the Speedsters in this au. Itâll make sense after.
So the Flash. I want to say I donât know if I will get around to creating full designs for them. I do have plans for Bart and maybe Wally, but I have determined how I want their mechanics to operate in the context of the au. Not all the heroes in this au are âmagical girls,â in fact Iâve made the executive decision that you have to be human to wield an artifact. Arcanium may have magic in it, but it doesnât grant its user magical abilities beyond the uniform itself. The speedsters retain their canon origins, hit by lighting blah blah blah, only with one key difference: they had Arcanium on them when they were hit. Instead of engineering an artifact Arcanium fused with their bodies granting them powers. I want to keep the magic transformation aspect (because itâs not a magical girl au without it), so instead of using a physical artifact as a channel for their powers, itâs instead the act of transforming that serves as a gateway to their speed abilities.
To me it was always important to maintain Batmanâs identity of not having super powers and having to rely on engineering, which is why the Batfam have to physically build their artifacts. In a similar way I wanted to retain the integrity of the Flashâs identity of being meta but also still human. Which brings me back to Duke. I know in canon that Duke inherited his abilities, but for the sake of the au Iâve decide that he either had an accident when he was young in which traces of Arcanium fused with him or his parents had it in them and he inherited it from them, but regardless itâs less potent, but operates similar to the Speedsters. For years he couldnât fully transform or use his powers and it wasnât untilâ with Bruceâs guidanceâ he was able to create an artifact that allowed him to channel his abilities and transform. Even though he is a meta I wanted him to still have some of those Batfam qualities in there.
But what about the Superfam? Theyâre not human so how do their transformations work? The answer is simple: Theyâre not âmagical girls.â At least not real ones, theyâre faking. Theyâre not human (Kon and Jon are technically half human but they still get their abilities from their Kryptonian DNA), and thus cannot forge a connection with Arcanium. Truthfully Iâm about to get sillyâ even sillier than this au already isâ but I have decided that Clark is a fake artifact wielder. I like the idea that Batman has been operating longer than Superman has, so when Clark decided to become a hero in his own right his only example of how to style himself was from the bat themed vigilante, who might as well be a cryptid, operating out of Gotham. Only blurry pictures of him existed, so Clark designed his outfit based on his Kryptonian origins and Batmanâs aesthetics. He had no idea about the existence of Arcanium or how it worked. This is also why Konâs design looks so much like his canon outfit with a few magical girl elements (and definitely not because I think the lines in his canon suit already lend themselves well to a magical girl aesthetic and didnât want to change much). Later when he gets to know Batman more he learns about the transformations, to which he panics and invents his own transformation using Kryptonian tech (ex: MAWSâs transformation). For years Bruce goes crazy trying to figure out Arcaniumâs effects on aliens and if it grants them abilities on top of the ones theyâre born with, and if Clark has plans to use it as a weapon, and how he managed to forge the connection in the first placeâ Clark comes clean as a fake once they reveal their identities to each other.
Side tangent but I find it hilarious that Green Lanterns areâ by technicalityâ already âmagical girls,â considering theyâre granted magical accessories that give them powers and transform their clothing. Hal is very clear with the JL that he is nothing like Batman and constantly feels the need to assert that he is not a magical artifact wielder. The non-human members of the team still lump them together anyway.
Things I havenât figured out:
- what each of the batfamâs weapons are
- what each of the magical artifacts are
- what to refer to magical artifact wielders as
Stepping outside the canon(?) lore of the au for a minute, obviously Iâm redesigning DC characters using inspiration from a genre, because thatâs what âmagical girlâ is. Itâs a genre. This is why I refer to it in quotes and donât call them magical boys, because I am always referring to it as a genre, which isnât a gendered thing. However, in universe they wouldnât call themselves magical anything, the same way the characters of Sailor Moon donât refer to themselves as magical girls, but rather Sailor Scouts. As of right now Iâm sort of just referring to them as artifact wielders, but I feel like Bruce would come up with a better name. On a similar note, throughout this whole thing Iâve been referring to Arcanium in itâs wearable state as an artifact. I donât know if thatâs the best term, but I canât think of anything better for the generalized form of Arcanium outside of itâs raw state. For now I guess it will be âartifactsâ and âartifact wielders.â
- how the wonderfam fits into this
I really canât think of a reason why Wonder Woman would be a âmagical girlâ in this au. She was born with abilities, sheâs not human, and I canât see her altering her uniform to match the aesthetic. A transformation would just be a waste of time for her. I could to see maybe Cassie or Donna wanting to match with their respective teams, and perhaps maybe thatâs why they would alter their uniforms? All I know is I want see Tim, Kon, Bart and Cassie as a matching âmagical girl set.â
Fin⌠for now.
[Iâm just going to put this here preemptively, because Iâve gotten messages about turning my au into fics or tiktok skits. Youâre free to use this lore HOWEVER you MUST credit me not just for the designs but for the creation of the lore. Iâve put a lot of time and thought into this and I love that people love it, so I just ask for recognition. If you want to make something thatâs inspired by my designs or loosely based on my au, just a simple credit for the inspiration is fine. Youâre free to change things this is just how my own au operates. Regardless I would prefer to be tagged so that people can find me but also because Iâd love to see otherâs work.]
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Tim begins to distance himself from his family after Damian becomes Robin.
It was obvious in the way he ran off to rescue Bruce, but that was more of a physical thing at the end of the day. He was desperate and had lost any kind of safety net and support he had after Dick threatened Arkham and how badly he hurt Alfred with his instance that Bruce was alive.
Either way he was going to get Bruce back, if not because he felt like he was an aimless, nothing human being without Batman then there was that he wanted to be believed.
Then Dick handed over Robin to Damian who at that point genuinely despised Tim, though there was also a level of jealously in the young Wayneâs mind at the intelligence and analytical Tim.
It was then that Tim decided he would bring Bruce back and then do his own thing, outside of Robin and outside of Batman.
He clearly had done his job hadnât he? Sure Bruce was dead, but Dick was acting as Batman and that Batman had a Robin, so his reasoning for being Robin was extinguished.
Tim brings Bruce back and the older man praises and thanks him for several days and then, like everything else, the attention moves away. It goes to him connecting with Damian on a vigilante level and catching up on the last several months of him being âdeadâ. It goes to Jason who, now that heâs lost his foster father has decided that maybe he could try a little harder after all.
It goes to everyone and anyone other than Tim and this time? Thatâs actually the plan.
Tim isnât as good of a hacker as Barbara, but sheâs basically a god at it so compared to others he might as well be master level, just not against her. This he uses to shift around peoples schedules so Alfred has no choice but to let him go to school on his own (Tim may have also invented an early morning âclubâ that was totally legit and not at all a fabrication). He makes it so when Dick is over or Jason takes the rare opportunity to visit he had to work at WE or DI, something important he canât neglect.
He never has to walk Ace or Titus because heâs busy with his team mates.
Team mates who think heâs busy helping out Batman.
Tim still does work as a hero, but itâs entirely through his businesses after a while. A few times he has no choice but to go out in a boring black suit with a full face mask and hoodie. Itâs got nothing on it, no symbols or gadgets. Nothing to connect him to anyone.
He starts with the homeless, dishing out vaccines like candy without even doing a campaign to showcase it.
Then he changes Bruceâs rather naive approach to orphanages and makes it so every single child who is put through is given a small amount of funding. He makes it so kids have more chance to stay with siblings, makes sure everyone who even so much as enters the ground of a orphanage have a real background check and sure the adoption rate drops, but so does the missing kids and DV cases.
Tim steals over fifty million from people like Luther and Penguin and all kinds of corrupt rich assholes for the majority of the funding and not even a cent of it is traced back to Wayne or Drake businesses. Whiles heâs digging into Lex be manages to get enough evidence to put a sizeable dent in his reputation, even if Lex manages to smooch a fair bit of it back.
Heâs manages to take out a large sized trafficking ring and helps get the victims into a real recovery home that he hand picks out security for.
Later, as in a few days afterward, he discovers a dog meat farm and everyone medical veterinary student suddenly finds themself free of student loans and debt and with multiple work opportunities available and volunteer work being down right pleased for.
Tim knows heâs being noticed but given that he basically lives in his office in the heart of the city, he isnât there to hear his old teammates and âfamilyâ talk about the mysterious Dread.
Dread who was named that after a report came out about a theory of an unknown hacker or âcyber vigilanteâ who was stealing money and information from rich folk and giving it to the poor, giving all of the 1% dread that he would hit them next.
The exact quote was âThose with money deeper than their pockets dread the hackers next moves. And they should feel that dread as a warning for this Robin Hood like legend seems to be getting braver.â
Dick was sure the hacker would have been called Robin if he hadnât chosen that name already, to which Barbara responded with grumbles and growl because she couldnât find anything other than holes and traps left by the hacker. It was like they knew her every move before she even made it!
Tim, obvious to his growing reputation until it fully took off, hadnât even considered that his actions would be framed a threat by Batman. He would say it was because he didnât think Bruce would ever really target him like that, but in actuality itâs because he knew Bruce was one of the few good rich folk. Surely he would be on the side of a secret vigilante hacker trying to use horrible people to do good? He embraced Dread quickly and was happy he make the rich squirm and brought a sense of hope to people, it was just like Robin but instead of them being safe and given light they were given a peace of mind in a mix of revenge and justice.
What Tim doesnât know is that Bruce is still too far into his whole image of black and white, good and evil, that he tends to forget thereâs grey areas.
At least Jason is on the side of Dread, even if he still thinks the myth of a story is just that, a myth.
Itâs when Tim blows up a bank when everyone has gone home for the night just so people will find the underground money ring that and he visits the manner to get a few things that he hears them talking about it.
By that point itâs been around two years since he dropped Robin and as usual Dick always greets him with a look of a desperate puppy, âTim! Hi, youâre here. I havenât seen you in months, how have you been?â
Tim smiles at Dick even if he hasnât gotten over his anger at his oldest brother and moves to sit at the breakfast table with everyone (Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Damian).
âGood. Busy, weâve had a lot of donations lately.â
Jason snorts, âNo shit. Isnât Wayne Enterprise one of the few ones not hit by Dread?â
Bruce grumbles and shakes his head, âI wouldnât say that. Theyâve managed to get into our system and completely changed the Jason Project.â
Jason grins and laughs happily, âyou mean improved! Crime Ally is doing great now. Not the best, but still a fuck of a lot better.â
Smiling at the man who once beat him to an inch of his life, Tim takes a sip of his tea and casually says, âYouâre welcome.â
The whole table goes quiet as Tim continues to casually sip his tea.
The silence carries for a total minute before Bruce puts down his cup and leans forward with a slight growl in his voice, âExplain.â
âExplain what?â
Bruce stands over his son even from halfway down the table and very obviously tries to calm himself with a deep breath, âWhat do you mean âyouâre welcomeâ?â
Tim makes an âohâ expression before cocking his head to the side in confusion, âI was the one who fixed the Jason Project? Wait, did you guys not realise Iâm Dread?â
Damian shouts out a âwhat?!â That makes Titus jump and Tim laughs under his breath, âWhat did you think I was doing?â
âRunning the business! Not stealing from people and black mailing politicians!â
Itâs Timâs turn to growl now and he stands up himself with a glare at Bruce that is as close as any of them have gotten to the famed Bat-Glare, âAre you fucking kidding me? Like are you a Tully kidding me with that horse shit?â
Bruce looks stunned and Alfred doesnât even tell him not to swear.
Tim slams his chair into the table.
âWhat the fuck else would I be doing, Bruce? Iâm not Robin, that was taken from me, so what else was I gonna do? I finished my job, not only keeping you from killing anyone but bringing you back, so I had do pick something else. Iâm not stealing from the rich, Iâm stealing from selfish cunts who ruin peoples lives for no reason and giving it to people like Jason. So, donât you fucking yell at me and donât try to make me feel bad for this, not when Iâve done more in two years than you ever have and- donât you fucking speak Dick, not when you were the one who took my place here away from me! Now, I have a trafficking ring I need to expose so good. Fucking. Day.â
Jason is the only one who follows him.
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First post so please have mercy.
The Waynes do attend galas and the like at other places than Gotham. It's rare, happens once in a blue moon and they hate it.
Now imagine Cass drawing the short straw as the dedicated child shapperone for Bruce and she takes out her frustration by either refusing to dance with said partner or humiliating them by outdancing them to make fools of them by using difficult dance moves and tricks depending on the dance and song. If she can discreetly make them trip she rewarded herself with some extra desert. Her favorite was to take over as the lead and forcing her dance partners to scramble as they suddenly had to learn how to follow.
Cue her finding adoption bait tm Danny Fenton who got dragged along by Vlad when he announced that he was hosting the biggest gala Illinois had seen in years and wanted to help his "dear godson" make some connections to help him for when he graduates at the end of the year.
It was some honest fun at the humiliation of the sons of the Uber rich but the 6'8 wall of muscle genuinely looked like out of place. It took her a few seconds to place why. It was as though someone dressed a lion in a suit and expected it to act like an upperclass citizen.
Curiosity bid her to ask the man to dance with her. To give her the chance to get a true feel of this curiosity. A challengeing light ignited within his eyes at the third time she suddenly pulled a twirl or intentionally miss stepped and he instantly corrected it.
By the fourth song both of them were giving the other challging smiles as they now took turns leading the other on the most complicated combos they could pull off. Neither of them aware that they drew the attention of everyone around.
By the time the night ended Danny 'Ghost King' Fenton left for Fentonworks with a small scrap of paper containg a number and name silently thanking the lessons dance lessons he was forced to learn by Sam at first and then the bevy of ghost who learned that their king 'wanted' to learn how to dance. The beautiful girl had spoken to him in a way he rarely had a chance to speak.
Cass dragged a faux grumbling Bruce to their hotel room feeling like she was in the most animated conversation of all time despite not a single word being exchanged. Her dance partner had truly seen her and reacted to all of the words she didn't and or couldn't say yet and spoke to her in the same way. For the first time in a long time she felt truly seen and understood by this stranger.
The entire ride home Bruce was typing into his phone and for some reason when they got home Damian was raving about purple gorillas?
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I hope you donât mind but I need to ramble this to someone, neglected Wayne reader right? The fam would forget to bring them to social events and whatnot right? So there would be very few pictures, articles and interviews or even facts about them, meaning that reader Wayne is a rarity. Still following me? Reader Wayne with a small but devout fanbase.
Iâm talking they are trading the latest pictures and sharing links to the rare interview with reader in it, following any social media they have that isnât private, they are just fascinated by this micro celebrity that seems to always be forgotten. Okay but also imagine one of the heroes developing a para-social attachment to reader. My money is on Conner Kent, mainly bc he can project his own issues with his dads onto reader and he can Dolores ~Encanto~ reader with his super hearing and develop a even bigger parasocial obsession with them
I hope you enjoyed this ramble, I will leave you be now, see ya later alligator! đ
omg another one of my asks that actually predicted a major plot point... this ask ties well with the last part written here. i'm thinking about having the reader get a love interest/s but i have already written an outline but one thing is for sureâ
you have more than just your family interested in taking you.
major spoilers below the cut. â an excerpt from chapter xx
(name) wayne may have been a name forcefully deleted off of the face of the internet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have its conspiracies of its own. nobody knows who you are beyond the blurry, unsolicited pictures of you. it may have been a photograph of your back, or articles published in unknown websites and buried at the far end about a kid entering through the fancy gates of the wayne manor.
you are a product of a one-night-stand.
but they don't know who the mother is, don't know your age, or where you come from, and what business bruce has with the woman to guarantee your adoption at the instance she had disappeared without warning.
your existence was a mystery most would like to solve. after all, it was your picture that was plastered all over the newspapers and articles, it was your name that journalists whisper and it was a silhouette of your face that the underground knows by heart. every known information about you was shared discretely yet efficiently like some sort of virus.
you were a target for interest, a large sum of money if they will. and alfred had taken it in his hands to make sure there would never be a repeat of what had happened before.
it was a clumsy mistake, one that cost you your memories, and one he swears on his life he'll never make again.
the first course of action he needs to arrange, which may seem difficult for most; he needs to confront bruce.
after all, your freedom is your doom.
maybe this is out of the picture, but id' like to imagine you and connor having a therapy session where one comes out absolutely obsessed with the other, and it's not you.
connor's character for me is so, so good for an angst potential. it's like his personal struggles is a way for him to show you how absolutely you two are meant to be. and he may have met you through bumping into you (false) or maybe... he has seen you stalking through the shadows back when he visits the manor. using his superhearing, he can hear your voice from the kitchen begging alfred to relay a message to bruce, sounding so absolutely desperate. it's the way you tell alfred how you wished your father actually spends time with you, or how nobody seems to notice youâ that he kind of just makes a silent promise that he will talk to you soon, he needs to know why this family seems so keen on ignoring and how hypocritical tim is for literally doing the same thing to you when he's aware of kon's past.
if he (or anyone else) should be a love interest (though he is a minor character in the series unless you guys want him to be a major one), i can already imagine the absolute hell you have to suffer not only from your family but from your own lover. just imagine the stockholm syndrome or the delusions you convince yourself with because you're finally loved by someone but that love restricts you from the very freedom you tried to build.
the batfamily would be so conflicted because why are you choosing some stranger over them...? then you slap them in the face with, "well, this "stranger" wants to kidnap me and lock me up, sure! but at least they actually looked at me for more than five seconds!" and you can watch how the color drains off their face, their conflict giving you the perfect opportunity to run away from both your ex-family and your soon-to-be-kidnapper-lover who thinks your comeback is a funny way for you to propose.
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Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayneâs ward and Robin is Batmans son, there is no argument from either party. They get no say. Its just how it is. JL members have also dubbed him as Batmans feral gremlin demon thing and Batman the Devil himself who crafted Robin using his own soul. Robin cackled madly after hearing that. Batman laughed and the JL is extremely concerned and afraid now. Nightwing is Batmanâs son and partner and he is Bruce Wayneâs most common rescuer, even though his main territory is in Blud.Â
Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne's son and Robin is Batmans son, and both very much adore this title and treasure it. Red Hood is not Batmanâs son, but he is Bruce Wayneâs.Â
Tim Drake is Bruce Wayneâs emotional support child and child. Not son, his child. Robin is Batmans loyal partner and Batman is his father figure and mentor. Red Robin is Batmanâs son. Drake has been disowned from the family and does not exist.Â
Stephanie Brown is not Bruce Wayneâs child. She steals his food and his money and his children on occasion but she does not really belong to him. Try telling him that though and you've got another thing coming. Robin is Batmanâs greatest annoyance and she wears that as a fucking badge of honor. Batgirl is actually Batman's nemesis but not in like a Joker kind of way, more in a 'she steals things from his utility belt just before he tries to pull it out or drops encouraging notes on his patrol and also hacks his comms to play the same song over and over again' kind of way. Batman has been heard screaming her name like a curse on many occassions. Spoiler is Batmanâs even greater annoyance and on occasion she allows herself to be his daughter. Batman does not get to decide these terms.Â
Barbara Gordon is not Bruce Wayneâs daughter. He is her weird uncle who she also considers her mother and her step father who she also sees as her protector on the rare occasion she actually needs it but for the most part hes just the divorced father who shows up at her house sometimes asking for visiting rights. (sometimes she says yes) Batgirl is Batmanâs loyal partner and confident and technically his daughter in law but she doesn't like that descriptor, but he is her mentor. Oracle is Batmanâs stalker and ass kicker if he doesn't take care of himself.Â
Cassandra Cain is Bruce Wayne's daughter through thick and thin and neither of them really get a say. Batgirl is Batmanâs daughter and no one dares argue it. Orphan too. And Black Bat.
Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayneâs undisputed son, and Robin is Batmanâs undisputed son as well (though heir is another matter.)
Duke Thomas is Bruce Wayneâs legally guarded(bruce is his legal guardian). The Signal doesn't associate with the Batman at all, but some consider him Batmanâs mentee, and many would even argue Batman is very serious in his mentor/father figure role, seen on many occasions forcing a granola bar or hug onto the younger
All in all, every single child, adopted or not, it is very clear to every outsider, that they forced themselves into Bruce Wayne and Batmanâs life and routine and while both males are vastly different, they clearly share the utter confusion about being parents, and whether they even are or not, because they don't get a say.
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Damian Wayne x fem!Reader.
Warning: Soft, fluff, established relationship.
Damian Wayne, with his reserved attitude and training as a warrior, was not used to many displays of affection, especially in public. But Reader... she was different. She had always been the exception to many of his self-imposed rules, and that unsettled him as much as it intrigued him.
It was a quiet afternoon at the Wayne mansion. The sound of the water from the fountain in the garden broke the silence. Damian, sitting in a chair by the window, was sharpening one of his many knives. Reader approached stealthily, as she usually did, with that surprising skill that made him doubt if she had also been trained like him. Although he knew she had not.
Before he could react, She hugged him from behind, surrounding his shoulders with her soft arms, and without wasting a second, she began to give him small kisses on the cheek. One after another. They were not quick kisses; they were soft, warm kisses that seemed to remain engraved on his skin.
"Reader..." Damian tried to make his voice sound firm, but there was something in his tone that gave him away. His shoulders tensed, although more from bewilderment than displeasure.
"Shhh, just let yourself be loved," she murmured close to his ear, continuing to distribute kisses, now moving to his forehead, his temples, and even the tip of his nose. He, as much as he tried to maintain his composure, felt a slight blush creep up his neck. Reader always managed to bring to the surface emotions that he struggled to keep under control.
Damian put his hands on her arms, a subtle but firm gesture, wanting to stop her, although his grip had no real intention of doing so. His lips pressed into a line as his mind searched for a logical excuse to stop this torrent of affection. But, with Reader, excuses faded quickly.
"This is..." he began to say, but she interrupted him with another kiss, this time on the corner of his lips. He fell silent, his green eyes shining with a mix of resignation and something that could almost be a hint of satisfaction. Deep down, Damian couldn't deny that he had learned to accept, and even appreciate, those moments of affection. Although he would never admit it out loud.
âYou're so cute when you try to resist.â she laughed, loosening the hug a little only to turn to him and look into his eyes, resting her forehead against his. Damian watched her, their eyes connected for an instant in which everything else on his mindâthe training, the missions, the burden of his last nameâfaded away.
âI'm not âcute,â Reader. â Damian replied, half-closed eyes, although his tone had a note of softness that he rarely used.
Reader just smiled, not letting go. She gave him a kiss on the lips, quick, sweet, before adding with a playful wink:
âTo me you are, and that's what matters.â
Damian sighed, finally giving in. Maybe, just maybe, at times like these, he could allow himself to stop being the perfect warrior and just be a boy, enjoying his girlfriend's unreserved love.
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Bat-Family Nicknames and Insults
So I went off the other day because fans keep having people who aren't Roy Harper call Jason Todd "Jaybird" and now I'm thinking about all the other nickname misconceptions so here's a probably non-comprehensive list of nicknames among the Bat Fam.
(Special thanks to @sohotthateveryonedied for a bunch of my data, she made a whole powerpoint with actual comic panels! Go check that out! Also got some info from @kiragecko who was writing some lists with more specific references.)
This list is an active document and will be edited in the event I find more nicknames or have more to say
Addendum note: I'm more than willing to add something I forgot, but you must have receipts. I'm not just going off of memory. Nothing will be added to this list without proof. If you don't have a source, please don't make a suggestion.
This is aside from assorted common insults and nicknames like jerk, ass, shorty, dude, idiot, etc.. Sidenote, every not-Steph Robin has been called âLittle Birdâ, âBirdboyâ and/or âWonder Boyâ at some point. Itâs kinda part of the job lol Secondary side-note, the only ones who REALLY use nicknames for people are Barbara and Jason. And Tim specifically in reference to Damian. Everyone else pretty much uses their names 98% of the time. Final note (sorryyyyyy) generally unless they're funny to me, I'm not including things used only once unless I have gotten vibes that it's a trend. This is an attempt to compile recurring nicknames. So ones noted to be used once are either I can only confirm it happened once but could happen multiple times, or I think it's hilarious.
Alfred Pennyworth
Al/Alf Seems to be a common nickname among the boys.
Alfie Dick, Tim, and Jason have all called him this.
Alfredo Jason called him this at least once and I think thatâs funny. Not sure itâs exclusive though.
Mom Dick seems to have referred to him as such onceâŚIâm sorry but thatâs so funny.
Alfred also has specific ways of referring to everyone: Bruce: Master Bruce, Mister Wayne, Lad, Bruce, My Son Barbara: Mistress Barbara, Miss Barbara, Miss Gordon, Miss Oracle Dick: Master Dick, Master Richard, Master Grayson, Dear Boy, Young Sir, Young Man, Richard, Dick Cassandra: Miss Cassandra, Young Cassandra, My Dear Jason: Master Jason, Young Sir, Lad, Jason Tim: Master Tim, Master Timothy, Young Master Tim, Lad, Young Sir, Young Man, Timothy, Tim Damian: Master Damian, Young Master Damian, Young Sir, Young Man, Son, Damian
Bruce Wayne
Spooky Oliver Queen calls him this, others might as well but I legitimately have no idea.
Batsy Everyone and their goddamn dog, but Joker uses this notably a lot.
Detective RA'S AL GHUL EXCLUSIVE. I think? But this is how Ra's generally refers to Bruce.
B-Man HARLEY QUINN EXCLUSIVE...I think. She calls him this a lot though.
While Dick and Jason will internally think of Bruce as their father, Dick rarely says so and extremely rarely calls him âDadâ. Jason would only say so mockingly or under pain of a second death. Tim rarely even thinks of Bruce as his father (he didnât become Robin to be Bruceâs kid, and he doesnât want to replace his own fatherâmuch the same way Dana didnât replace Janet) and never refers to him as such outside of WE work (where he very much uses that to his advantage). Damian almost exclusively refers to Bruce as âFatherâ but has called him "Dad". Steph sometimes calls him âBossâ. Everyone usually calls him "Bruce".
He refers to ALL of the boys as âchumâ and âladâ at some point. Itâs just how he used to talk honestly. He DOES NOT call them âsweetieâ or âhoneyâ or anything like that. He DOES, however, speak to small children this way. There are multiple instances of him using "sweetheart" and similar terms when dealing with young children. This differentiation I think is for two reasons. One, Bruce is emotionally stunted and being open with anyone outside of actively comforting is difficult for him, and two, the youngest child he has ever had himself was 9 years old so he's never had a small child he'd be likely more inclined to be extra super soft with.
Barbara Gordon
Babs Most people call her this. Bruce doesnât seem to though, oddly enough.
Babsy/Babsie Both Dick and Jim Gordon have called her this. Very cute.
Barb/Barbie Nearly exclusive to Jason Todd, actually. I think her dad calls her this once in a while, but specifically Jason calls her this.
Babes A few of her friends call her this, but mostly Luke Fox when they were dating.
Red A few people call her this, but mostly Jason and not real often. Probably cuz we already have a red-head often referred to as âRedâ (Pam Isely by Harley) and as to not be confused with the other two Reds in the family (Red Hood and Red Robin).
The High Priestess of Tech More of a reference than a nickname, but I think itâs funny. Dick referred to her as such.
O For Oracle!
Dick Grayson Exclusives because Boyfriend Baby Love Beautiful
Richard Grayson
Dick Everyone calls him this. Almost no one calls him Richard.
Dickie His parents also called him this, along with other people who knew him from Halyâs Circus, but otherwise itâs mostly just Jason.
Dickster IâŚhate that this is canon lmao. Dick has thought this one in his inner monologue, but Jason has also said it at least once. ItâsâŚSomething.
Circus Boy Common insult, Jason uses it a few times.
Tight Ass No comment.
Rob Kinda rare for him and more a Tim thing, but his Titans team call him this sometimes. I specifically remember Wally doing so, and Roy too I think.
Boy Wonderful Not marking this as exclusive because Babs probably used it at one point but, shockingly (or not) this comes from Wally West! Wally has also called his Titans team as a group âDear Heartsâ at least once which is just so fucking cute. Neeeeeerd.
Kid Not exclusive to him, but consistently called this by Slade Wilson/Deathstroke over most anything else.
Marcia TIM DRAKE EXCLUSIVE. A joke between him and Tim, assigning each Bat-boy a Brady Bunch member.
Little Robin MARY GRAYSON EXCLUSIVE. This is where the hero name Robin came from; Dickâs mom used to call him this.
Dickie-Bird JASON TODD EXCLUSIVE. Jason calls Dick this a lot during his weird appearances in Nightwing that I pretend never happened because it was weird and dumb. But it is a canonical nickname. And itâs funny.
Amy Rohrbach Exclusives because Partner Rookie Stud Cowboy Sherlock Mr. Confident
Barbara Gordon Exclusives because Girlfriend (and because sheâs funny) Flatterer Boyfriend The Brightest, Sweetest, Most Handsome, Wealthiest Young Bachelor on the Entire East Coast Buckaroo Bucko Candy-Gram Darling Lover Love Hunk Wonder Man Wonder Hound Wonder Former Teen Wonder Twenty Something Wonder Blue Wonder Poor Lovable NaĂŻve Dope Pixie Boots
Cassandra Cain
Cass Pretty much everyone calls her this.
Cassie Some people call her this, specifically the people closest to her; Stephanie, Tim, Barbara, Bruce, and Duke. Itâs generally used sparingly, especially considering Tim is close to ANOTHER Cassandra who goes by âCassieâ almost exclusively, so Cass is generally preferred to avoid confusion. But Cassie is tossed around.
Batghoul Possibly Stephanie Brown exclusive, though easy enough that I wouldnât be surprised if others called her that. She is notoriously spooky.
Bat-Babe KON-EL/CONNER KENT EXCLUSIVE. These two are actually good friends and dated for a short time. Theyâre very cute. And they met at the time Kon was justâŚLike That.
Jason Todd
Jay Literally everyone calls him this sometimes. Itâs a common nickname.
Jace/Jase Also pretty common, but seems to mostly be among family. Dick and Bruce have at least both called him this.
The Toddster Was called such by Danny Chase, implying they were friends somehow? (Jason didn't have many Titans missions so idk how they were close enough for him to call him that). He calls him that when he discovers Jasonâs status in the system is âunknownâ, leading him to find out heâs dead.
Rojo Referred to himself as this once while he was still a crime boss, so presumably some of his gang called him this too. Obviously Spanish for red because Red Hood.
Little Bird Possibly exclusive to Barbara Gordon, she called him this in a flashback.
Jan That Dick and Tim Brady Bunch joke. Just imagine one of them looking Jason dead in the eye and saying âSure, Jan.â
Little Wing DICK GRAYSON EXCLUSIVE. Called Robin Jason this in Nightwing Year 1 and itâs very cute.
Jaybird ROY HARPER EXCLUSIVE. The reason Iâm making this post because no one seems to remember that Roy and only Roy has ever called Jason this. But any time these two appear together, itâs usually said at least once.
Stephanie Brown
Steph Pretty much everyone calls her this at one point.
Stephie A few people if I recall, but I know Timâs called her that.
Blondie Pretty sure a few people call her this, but notably Harper Row.
Damian Wayne Exclusives because He Was A Brat Wench Fatgirl Girl Blunder
Timothy Drake
Tim Everyone to the point where itâs just his name.
Timmy A lot of people call him this pretty teasingly. Dick, Jason, and Babs do it consistently, but thatâs older siblings for ya. Bernard has done it too.
Timbo Dick and Jason as well as his friend Ives have called Tim this at the very least. Tim notably doesn't seem to like it, though he has used it himself in a derogatory way in his inner monologue.
Timbers Iâve only ever seen Jason call him this, but I could be missing things. Would not be surprised if Dick did too, but itâs very Jason.
Rob Most of Young Justice called him that up until he revealed his name (which took a while because Bruce was being controlling and overprotective, as he does). Short for âRobinâ, obviously, which is all they knew him as.
My Robin Iâm pretty sure each member of Young Justice has said this about Tim, though Conner does it the most and has the biggest negative reaction to literally anyone but Tim being Robin.
Cindy DICK GRAYSON EXCLUSIVE. Itâs that Brady Bunch joke again!
Little Brother DICK GRAYSON EXCLUSIVE. I didn't originally include it because it had the same vibes as like "dude" or "jerk"; something that's easily tossed around, y'know? And it feels like a descriptor, but it is actually used as a title/nickname several times, especially when Dick is messing with Tim.
Pretender JASON TODD EXCLUSIVE. Though it should be noted, he only directly called him this one time. Aside from that, he more refers to Tim as A pretender, not as like a nickname or title. Itâs a description. (like âreplacementâ was but fandom made that a nickname yes I am in fact bitter)
Duckboy HARLEY QUINN EXCLUSIVE. She says this once, but itâs hilarious so Iâm keeping it.
Detective RAâS AL GHUL EXCLUSIVE. Raâs is very particular about titles. The only other person he refers to as âDetectiveâ is Bruce, and Dick one time in his internal monologue, so he is acknowledging Timâs competence. And then proceeds to get a large portion of his resources obliterated by Tim <3
Stephanie Brown Exclusives because Girlfriend Sweetie Muffin Boy Virgin
Duke Thomas
Narrows Almost Jason exclusively, though I think Harper has called him this once or twice. In reference to the neighborhood he grew up in, as opposed to Jason and Harper's Park Row aka Crime Alley upbringing.
Newbie Jason calls him this frequently, though it's likely the others have too.
Baby Bird ELAINE THOMAS EXCLUSIVE. Yeah, surprisingly Duke is actually called this by his mom.
Damian Wayne
Gremlin Mostly exclusive to Tim, but Jason has called him this too. This also seems to be Timâs go-to for Damian when not using his name or codename.
Dami Used by Jon Kent and Talia al Ghul, so presumably those closest to him.
Little D I think Barbara Gordon exclusive but Iâm not sure.
Cousin Oliver Not said to his face to my knowledge, but the Brady Bunch in-joke between Dick and Tim.
Prince/Your Highness (other royal variations) A common way to mock Damian for his haughty air and stuck-up attitude. More common in the past because Damian was The Worst and never shut up about being the heir to Batman and the Demon's Head. He's grown a lot since then and this kind of joke is used less. He is still pretty snooty though.
D JON KENT EXCLUSIVE. I have yet to see anyone else call him this at least, and this is how Jon almost always refers to him.
Baby Bird TALIA AL GHUL EXCLUSIVE. Iâve seen her call him this once, and I donât recall ever seeing anyone else call him this. Just wanted it known that Talia is the only one to call Damian this.
Tim Drake Exclusives because Tim is Petty and Damian was a Brat Little Monster Hobbit Homunculus Little snot Spoiled, vicious and homicidal little punk Heir to the Kingdom of the Damned
Note on how Damian refers to others: Damian usually uses full first names or surnames, depending on circumstance and closeness. He occasionally calls Dick âDickâ or âRichardâ, but often calls him âGraysonâ. He almost always refers to Tim as âDrakeâ, but occasionally as âTimothyâ.
Fanon names that I dislike
Replacement Jason never once calls Tim this, and refers to Tim as A replacement about as much as Dick did about Jason (Yes Dick has at least once when talking to Bruce referred to Jason as his replacement). How common it is in this fandom to call Tim "Replacement" (with a capital R like it's a name or title!!!) drives me absolutely insane. It's not canon and tbh you can do better. Hell, "pretender" is right there! And Jason's a nerd, he would do better.
Baby Bird LikeâŚitâs cute, but given itâs used in fanon almost exclusively for Tim, and POST DAMIAN, it just feels infantalizing. Especially when the only canon uses are mothers towards their kids. I see this a lot with Dick and Jason using it, which is...just no. Like, Dick, I get it, but he's more likely to call Tim "Little Brother". Jason would never allow himself to be seen as this soft to Tim. If he were trying to be gentle with him, he'd probably call him "kid". He's done that before.
Baby Bat(s) I have seen this used literally twice. Once where a goon mockingly called Tim that, and once in an AU where Harley said it to Damian. "Baby Bat" isn't a thing. Sorry.
Big Bird More amusing than anything but a little annoying. No one ever calls Dick that in canon and whenever I read it all I can think of is Sesame Street so unless a giant yellow muppet bird is what you're going for, maybe don't do that lol
Demon Brat/Demon Spawn Not the most egregious thing, especially considering the numerous nicknames Tim comes up with, but the consistency of its usage in fanon is a little frustrating. This is never used in-canon, and if you want to use it in your fanworks, just maybe intersperse it with other more creative nicknames, yeah? It's just unoriginal at this point.
Jaylad I donât hate this one, but itâs such a huge misconception that itâs canon. Bruce has said âJay, ladâ a couple times because he calls like every boy he meets âladâ and people made up âJayladâ. Not the worst thing ever, but it's not canon.
Golden Boy I don't actually have a problem with this one, but I may as well clear up that this is canon as a descriptor but not as a nickname for Dick. Like calling Jason "the dead Robin". Like, people have said that about him in-canon, but they haven't called him that. The common derivative "Goldie" is entirely fanon.
Non-canon nicknames I think are funny
Dick-face/Dickhead Iâm sorry, I find it hilarious whenever someone (usually Jason) in fanfic calls him this. Itâs also to me just a silly exaggeration of the obvious joke that has been made at least once (but probably several times by now) in canon about someone being about to call Nightwing a dick and someone else reminding them not to use names in the field. I think itâs hilarious.
Timberly I canât tell you why this specific deviation of Tim is funny to me but it is. And I'm surprised I haven't seen Jason call Tim this in canon.
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Wrong Wayne
Marinette was shocked when she got to work that day, at Wayne Enterprise. Someone had set up a desk and laptop, outside of Damian's office. Some random girl was sitting there, smiling.
Marinette walked over to the office and the girl jumped up from her desk.
"Mr. Wayne, isn't in." she smiled, "Do you have an appointment? I can let him know who you are when he arrives."
"And you are?" Marinette questioned.
"I'm Damian Wayne's newest secretary." she answered.
Marinette turned around and pulled her cell phone out. She immediately began to text Tim.
Coffee Buddy:Â We have a sitch in front of Damian's office. Bring up CCTV.
Espresso King:Â Who is that?
Coffee Buddy:Â Claims new secretary. Send security up and look thru footage. Must have moved someone's desk cuz I can still see my desk in the office.
Espresso King:Â Got it
Not a minute later, Damian stepped out of the elevator.
"Mr. Wayne, I-" the new secretary began.
"Who the fuck is this?" Damian asked.
The secretary panicked, "I-I didn't get her name! I'm very sorry! I-"
Damian glared at her, "Did I ask you? Marinette, who the fuck is this?"
"She claims to be your new secretary." Marinette answered, "Damian, you didn't tell me you were firing me."
The girl paled, further.
"You-You're stuff was cleared out!" she shouted, "It should be obvious now that you're no longer needed here!"
Marinette sighed, "My stuff is in Mr. Wayne's office."
Damian opened the door, allowing the girl to peer inside. As Marinette stated, there were two desks. One by the door, which she could tell belonged to his actual secretary. The other desk by the windows, must belong to Damian.
"Why?" she questioned.
"I'm barely here." Damian stated, "Marinette does most of the work to keep me updated. I'm here only when I need to be and only then."
Mari smiled, "You have a meeting in ten minutes. I left the details on your desk last night. It's with the board of directors for the new animal clinics on 5th and Main. There's a list on top of important bullet points for you to scan over on the first page."
Damian nodded as he headed to his desk. He picked up the packet and quickly started to read it over.
The lady looked around when security got on the floor. Marinette stood by as they put her in handcuffs.
"Why are you doing this?" she screamed, "I work for Mr. Wayne."
"No, you don't." stated Damian, "I do not know who you are. I tell every secretary, I fire, when it is their last two weeks. Miss Dupain-Cheng is by far, the best person to do the job assigned to her. I have no intention of letting her go."
"You bitch! You can't separate us now! We were meant to be!" the lady shouted, "You helped me that day at the Gala.. You picked up my bracelet after that jerk threw it!
"I rarely attend those annoying things." Damian spoke, "When I do, I tend to stay away from people. The last thing I would do is go out of my way for some trinket."
"We were ten." she smiled, "It was like a dream come true."
"I never stepped foot in Gotham until I was ten." the Wayne heir replied, "My first gala was at age thirteen."
"N-No!" she screamed, stomping her foot, " We met when we were ten!"
"You are likely thinking of one of the children my father adopted; liekly Drake." Damian announced, "He was the youngest Wayne before me."
"Drake?" the girl questioned.
"Timothy Drake-Wayne is the current Co-CEO with Mr. Bruce Wayne." Mari declared, "Timothy Drake became a Wayne at age twelve. Before that, he was heir to the Drake Industries. Mr. Wayne took him in after his parents past away and his step-mother was admitted to a facility in Bludhaven."
"Sharing my life story, Coffee Buddy?" Tim questioned, announcing himself, "We found out who the mystery secretary is. Her name is Maybel Evergreen. Her brother is a night guard. We're having GCPD heading to pick him up now."
"No!" Maybel screamed, "He didn't know about this! I told him I had a lot of work to do and wasn't given my badge, yet! He really thinks I work here! He's a single dad of a two year old. Please, I'll-I'll tell you everything just don't involve him!"
"We'll see if that's true." he spoke, walking away.
He made a call to GCPD to pick up the girl and leave the brother for leverage.
As he walked back to the sobbing lady, he looked her over, closely.
'She seems familiar.'
He snapped his fingers, gaining everyone's attention.
"Gold bracelet with opals." He called out.
"Told you." Damian muttered.
The lady looked at him shocked and nodded.
"Why did you harass my younger brother?" Tim questioned.
"Actually, she mixed you two up." Marinette explained.
"Us?" Tim asked, "Me?"
Damian sighed, annoyed, "She claims to have a crush on you since you helped her that day with her trinket. She wanted to 'help' you, too."
Tim blushed, "Oh, um, that's nice, but I'm afraid I'm seeing someone. His name is Bernard."
"Oh." she spoke, looking down at the floor.
"If you still....want to help, you can always apply." Tim offered.
"Really?" Maybel asked.
"You're dedicated; that's for sure." Tim chuckled, "You do still have to go to the GCPD and they can figure out what the damage is. Next time, just apply. I cannot guarantee that you will work with me, though."
Maybel smiled, "Thank you."
"Damian, you have a meeting in three." Marinette announced.
Damian locked the office and left with Marinette at his heels, reading over the packet.
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What would happen if Roan went through a phase of calling Eddie by his name instead of dad because she hears reader and Wayne calling him it?
(This was loosely inspired by this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJqukwNU/)
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"Eddie? You want horseradish?" Wayne asks, wiping his hands in a rag.Â
Your eyes widen as Roan leaps up into your lap. You wrap your arms around her and almost get your teeth knocked out as she makes herself comfortable, one of her high ponytails tickling your cheek. Your laughter shakes you both.Â
"Yeah, please. Ro, horseradish?" Eddie asks, standing behind the chair next to yours, hand out to receive the jar of horseradish.Â
He takes the spoon. Roan settles at a sideways angle, giving you an ample view of her wrinkled nose. "No thanks, that stuff is stinky."Â
"You can't have tenderloin without horseradish, sweetheart," Wayne says, putting your plate in front of you. Fragrant steam wafts your way. "Now come on, sit in your own seat."Â
Roan sighs and turns to you morosely. "They always do this."Â
"They're tearing us apart," you say agreeably, fondly, rubbing her arm before lifting her from your lap and into the seat right beside you.Â
"They don't do anything. Horseradish smells a little strong, but that doesn't mean it isn't really, really yummy," Eddie says, sitting in the seat to your left.Â
It's dark outside, later than you intended to eat. Wayne and Eddie went out looking for ground beef to make meatballs and came back with beef tenderloin instead, which takes way longer to cook. It's been a nice evening while you were waiting, filled with VHS kids movies, conversation, and a secret bowl of hard pretzels.Â
"You said those pickled onions were yummy, too," Roan says, clearly disbelieving as Wayne puts her plate down in front of her.Â
"They're an acquired taste," Eddie says.Â
"A what?" Roan asks.Â
"They're not for everybody," Wayne explains. "Do you need help cutting your dinner?"Â
"It's okay," Roan says, picking up her fork eagerly. The tines look longer, more dangerous in her small hand, but you've learned not to worry.Â
"Come on, sweetheart, I'll cut it up for you," Eddie says, rolling up his sleeves.Â
You pick up your drink as Wayne offers it with a thank you, eyes closing in momentary bliss. Wayne makes the best sweet tea, and he doesn't skimp on the ice.
"No thank you, Eddie," Roan says, stabbing a piece of tenderloin. The fork scratches across the plate. Unbothered, she brings the beef to her mouth.Â
You almost choke on your drink.Â
"Excuse me?" Eddie asks.Â
You laugh. Wayne sits down for the first time in the last hour and tucks in his chair, shaking his head in defeat as he grabs for the horseradish and begins spooning it onto his plate.Â
"I said no thanks," Roan repeats around a nibble of beef.Â
"I heard that part. What did you call me?"
"What, Eddie?" Roan asks. A little smile has her lips tilting upward, a fleck of beef on her chin. It's evidence that she knows what she's done.Â
You lean over to wipe her chin. "Oh no."Â
"No thank you dad," Eddie says emphatically. "Dad, daddy, hell, I'll accept papa."Â
"Everybody else calls you Eddie," Roan says, shrugging little shoulders, her hair bouncing either side of her face.Â
"I'm not everybody else's dad," Eddie says, slipping between your chair and Roan's. He sounds strange ânot upset but shocked, an unusual colour on him. He eases the knife and fork out of her hands and begins slicing up her food into smaller bites. "I'm your dad."
"Okie dokie, Eddie."Â
You can see Eddie sticking his tongue in his cheek while he stands there. He isn't mad; he rarely gets angry over things like this, and even less with Roan. Doesn't mean he likes what's happening, though.Â
The evening continues like that. Roan can tell Eddie doesn't like being called by his name and it eggs her on. By the end of the night she's smirking every time she speaks to him, Wayne's clearly amused, and you're not sure how to feel.Â
You have to use the bathroom, catching Eddie on the way back with a kind hand on his wrist.Â
"Hey, handsome," you say, looking over the soft slopes of his cheeks, his puppy dog browns, his brows where they've furrowed. You stroke the pulsing vein bisecting his forehead in concern. "You cool?"Â
"Why is she calling me Eddie?" he asks, shaking his head gently.
"'Cos she could tell you didn't like it. Want me to ask her to cut it out?"
Eddie nudges you. He's dressed nice for a day at home, a slightly too tight t-shirt bragging the lines of his chest and stretched at the curves of his biceps. You tug on one mindlessly.Â
"No. Maybe I'll start calling her daughter, see if that works. Or tell her she can't call me dad, reverse psychology."Â
"Probably shouldn't."Â
"No, I shouldn't." He covers your hand at his sleeve. "Thanks for worrying about me, but it's fine." His face inches closer to yours. "It's kind of funny. I guess I just got so used to being called dad I didn't realise I'd miss it this fast."Â
"She'll forget it by tomorrow," you assure him, closing your eyes quick as he presses a good kiss to the corner of your mouth. More than a year down the line and still his kisses make your heart skip.Â
"She better."Â
Eddie steals another kiss before giving your hand a finger-tingling squeeze and ditching you for the bathroom.Â
You return to the living room faster than Roan must anticipate, catching her crouched by the doorway, eavesdropping. You raise your eyebrows at her.
"Whatcha looking for, gorgeous?"Â
Roan looks as though she might pretend otherwise, but eventually admits, "I heard what dad said."Â
"Which part?"Â
"That he misses being called dad. Am I in trouble?"Â
"Do you feel like you're in trouble?" you ask, bending at the waist to meet her eyes.
"No, but," âshe touches her tummyâ "I feel bad."Â
You hold your arms out for a hug. Roan grabs your waist as much as she can with her shorter arms, head tilted to the side as you murmur in her ear, "It was only a joke, babe. Right? You were just being funny. Daddy doesn't mind."Â
"Are you sure?"Â
"You're so lovely," you praise, easing her head back, your hand encapsulating her cheek and ear. Her hair and skin are incredibly soft beneath your palm. "You have a super big heart, just like daddy. It's no biggie, okay? Ask him when he comes back if you want to. I know he'll tell you you're not in trouble."Â
You rub the apple of her cheek in a tight circle as you stand. Roan nods against your hand, her back straightening as the bathroom door closes and Eddie's footsteps approach. He beams when he discovers you both together.
"Everything okay?" he asks, wiping his hands in his shirt.Â
You encourage Roan toward him. "Tell dad."Â
"Tell me what?" he asks.Â
Roan puts her hand out toward him. You make you way to the kitchen as Eddie takes it.Â
Wayne's smoking a cigarette by the open back door, smoke furling lazily from between his fingers and out into the backyard.Â
You turn your attention to Eddie pulling Roan up onto his hip, poking at her sweetheart chin. "Babe?" he asks her.Â
"You're good with her," Wayne says, flicking Ash haphazard into the breeze. "I don't think I've ever told you that. You can see how much she trusts you."Â
Internally, you glow like the heart of star, joy like an intense and sparkling heat. Externally, you stay cool. Wayne is a chill man. You endeavour to be totally chill.Â
"Thank you," you say, crossing your arms across your stomach. "I have a really good teacher."Â
Wayne brings his cigarette to his lips. "You do," he says, taking a drag through his smile. He looks past you to where Eddie's standing, his arm holding Roan like a seatbelt to his chest.Â
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings," Roan says quietly, looking down at his shoulder.
Eddie nudges her face with his, forcing her to look up. Her hesitance melts away at the loving smile on his face, more so when he says, "You didn't hurt my feelings, superstar. Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to call me Eddie 'cos I'm your dad. That's nice for me. It feels kind of like getting a hug. It makes me really proud 'cos it's you, but I was just being dramatic. You'll get it when you're older, all the grown up junk."Â
It's charming to hear his attempt at explaining sentimentality.Â
"Plus," Eddie whispers, nose to nose with her, "it was a little funny."Â
Roan presents her face for kissing. Eddie plants a big one on either cheek.Â
"I love you," he says.
"I love you too, dad." Roan fidgets. "What about if I can call you Eddie on the weekends?"Â
"I'll have to think about it."
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Reveal: Damian Wayne x reader
part 6 of "Family rules" series.
Warning: dark themes, domestic violence.
***
One thing was sure.
She was avoiding him.
Taking it to such extreme that the second he was showing up at the other side of the corridor, ready to approach her and maybe have a talk, she was just spinning on her heel, moving exactly the opposite direction.
And Damian was starting to feel like a fool.
And if there was one thing that he didnât like was being made a fool out of.
Under any other circumstances, he would just drop the whole thing, say some harsh, hurtful words and move on, being the same cold and seemingly emotionless person he used to, but ��
There was no way she could hide the fact that her eyes were always searching for him.
In the class, when she thought he wasnât looking.
At the recess, when she was reading a book in the corner, not really focusing on the lecture.
When they were leaving school after whole day of classes.
She was looking at him.
And though it may have been an illusion, there was something in those e/c orbs⌠Almost as if she was asking for help, perhaps?
This was suspicious and a little bit concerning.
And got even more concerning when he started noticing her showing up at school with bruises. Not just the I-fell-of-the-bike feigned ones, but tiny yet serious marks, that anyone who was not Robin, would probably miss.
And every day, there were new.
***
âY/L/Nâ he sprang up in front of her completely out of nowhere, startling her and thus preventing her from escaping.
âAh! Wayne!â
âWhatâs with the bruises?â Damian was not exactly known from his subtleness, cutting straight to the case.
âThe what now?â she scoffed, playing off but instinctively fixing her hoodie so it would cover her better.
âThe bruises. I saw some on your⌠um⌠midsection and ââ
âMidsection?â Y/N repeated with a bit of shock in her voice and eyes âWait.. How- How exactly did you notice them there? Shit, Wayne, have you been watching me?! Are you a creep now!?â
Damian could not help getting a little reddened at the accusation in her tone.
âNo! I mean â come on, we have the same sports hall and we share PE classes! Itâs really not too hard to notice when focused and ââ
âYou were focused on me!?â
This conversation was taking a turn Damian did not plan nor expect.
âStop stalking me!â
âI am not stalking you! I just want to know what is going on!â he grabbed her forearm, causing her to hiss in pain. Clearly, she had another fresh injury there. âApologiesâŚâ
âSave it, Wayne!â she yanked herself free. âJust leave me the hell alone! It would be better for everyone âŚâ her voice faltered a little at the end and she gave him the same sad look that was chasing him everywhere for the past few weeks.
âY/NâŚâ
âIâm serious DamianâŚâ
Neither of them realized that they switched into using each otherâs names instead of last names.
âI just want to know where did that teasing smile I knew goâŚâ he whispered, allowing himself a very rare moment of vulnerability, resorting to every measure to help him help her.
 âThings have changed⌠Thereâs not much you can do about itâŚâ she responded in the same hushed tone, keeping those (scared?) eyes on him. Only for a second though, before putting her defenses up again. âJust â just stay the hell away from me!â
And with that words, leaving him stunned and confused she ran away again.
Only that this time, Damian knew something was wrong.
And he was about to find out what.
***
 âAnd she just called you a creep?!â Dick laughed quietly âDamn, I like her already.â
He and Damian, in their respective vigilantes versions were hidden on the tree outside Y/Nâs house, observing carefully everything that was happening inside. And Damian hated every minute of the presence of his older brother. And partially feeling a hell lot of self-loathing due to the fact that Dick tricked him into joining the patrol. Using the moment of Damianâs distraction and a mix of emotions, skillfully dragging information about his state, manipulating the situation.
âShut up, Nightwing you will blew our cover!â
âWho, me? Never. Iâve been doing this for way longer than you Robin, shall I remind you.â
âIâm gonna kick you off this tree, I swearââ
âIâm an acrobat, I will land perfectly.â Dick grinned, seriously getting on his brotherâs nerves.
âWill you be quiet?â Damian hissed again âThere she is!â
âYou know there are so many other ways to tell a girl you like herââ Grayson teased again, but the joke died on his lips as soon as he watched the scene unfolding in front of his â or rather their- eyes.
âWhat theââ
âOracle, do we have a sound from a wiretap?â the anger was clear in Damianâs voice, but for some  reason he kept calm, addressing Babs to gather every information he needed before moving to action. And it would be admirable if Dick didnât know that his brother holding back emotions would backfire on everyone. Especially the man, they were observing.
And that was actually bad.
***
âWell? Did you do what I asked of you?â
Y/Nâs father was sitting in the living room, slowly sipping some drink, smirking almost vengefully when she came inside the house, with a futile hope she wouldnât be noticed.
âNo.â her tone was harsh and full of defiance, but as much as she tried to put on a brave face, her eyes and paleness were revealing everything.
âSuch a shame, honey. I offered you a simple dealââ
âI am not making any deals with you!â
âShall I remind you then what happens if you are a bad girl?â
âOh you remind me very well, all right?!â she yelled taking a step forward âfor your information the people at school are starting to ask about my bruises, so I hope you are fucking proud of yourself!â
Y/N barely made it to the end of the sentence when a hard slap on her face cut her off.
âYou little ungrateful brat!â
âI hate you!â
âYou were just supposed to use that little Wayne to get information of his fatherâs company!â
âI wonât do that!â
âThereâs really no use of you, is there?â her father twisted her wrist painfully.
âSTOP IT!â
âIâm gonna give you one last chance.â The grip on her wrist tightened and Y/Nâs fatherâs hateful hiss hit her ears âTomorrow, you are going to charm that little son of Wayne and get me the info of their newest development. Otherwise â â
âYouâre my father!â she cried out in the last attempt to calm him
âAnd thatâs exactly why you are obligated to do what I tell you. Now, go to you room and donât you dare leave. And if I find out you told anyone about it-â
She rushed off before he finished, holding back tears, that only flew in the safety of her room.
***
âDamian?â Dick started to get a little worried about his brotherâs almost catatonic stare. âDamian, are you--?â
âIâm gonna kill him.â
âIâm pretty sure that is what Jason ââ
âI am going to kill him!â
âWhoa!â in the last second Dick grabbed Damianâs cape holding him back, skillfully avoiding all the punches and kicks Robin tried to give to free himself. âCome on, we gotta be smart about it!â
âI donât care about smart! Sheâs hurt and ââ
âAnd if we just bust there, that beast of a man would think she had something to do with it. Come on, Damian, think.â
âI want to rip his heart out for ever hurting her! And why ââ his voice became depressed. âbecause of me⌠Because she refused to use me for information. Now I get why she was avoiding me âŚâ
âSeems to me like you do care about that girl, arenât you, Damian?â
âThis is none of your business!â
âYeah, itâs not. But an innocent girl being treated like this is definitely Nightwingâs one. Now, if you could just calm down a little and listen to me â I got a plan.â
I know it's a bit short, I;m getting back to the swing after my hiatus XD
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Was it Worth it?
Pairing: Bruce Wayne(battinson) x fem!reader
Summary: A night out turns disastrous, but somehow it brings you and Bruce closer
Warnings: Bruce being unsure how to behave around you, injuries, explosions, destructed building, worried Bruce, tears, talk about your past relationship with bruce, actress!reader, ambulances and police cars
Word Count: 3.9k
a/n: Sorry this took so long to post. I hope you enjoy this next part! Looking forward to continue writing this.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
âBruce and Y/n Wayne have arrived at the charity auction in what looks to be one of Mr Wayneâs new cars from the most recent vintage corvette catalog.â
âThat car is very pretty, and I think we can say the same about Y/n. Sheâs looking stunning as alwaysâ
âWell of course, with a wonder like that, Bruce Wayne would be in the wrong not to spoil his wife.â
âHaha, I agree. I also heard that he has already sold some of his more expensive model cars for tonight's charity.â
âOh yes, that's right, he's ahead of the game,â The reporters laugh as you and Bruce begin walking towards the crowd of reporters and paparazzi.
âMr Wayne!â
âMrs Wayne, Mr Wayne, over here!â
âOn your left Mr and Mrs Wayne!â
âMrs Wayne! Show us the dress!â
âStunning!â
The hoard of reporters and paparazzi crowd at the edges of the red velvety rope, separating them from you and your husband.
The paved walkway holds many people of high importance and wealth in the city. The board of public safety, the mayor, and more.
Bruce never has enjoyed big gathering events. Even with you at his side, he loathes the conversations, and the passive aggressiveness of it all.
You and your husband continue walking farther along the carpet, getting closer to the doors of city hall.
âExcuse me Mr Wayne! Do you have any comments on the new rumors of you and Batman's partnership?â You can feel Bruce's body tense and his senses sharpen at the mention of his alter ego. The reporter holds out a microphone and there is a cameraman directly behind the reporter.
Since you came into Bruceâs life his publicity has gone up through the roof. Bruce has been more active in his public life and it his business. You helped him open up. And for that everyone was grateful.
âNo comment at the moment.â You can hear Bruce state just loud enough for the microphone to pick up.
âNow is not the right place or time,â You speak with a sweet smile. âThis is for the children. Let's leave business talk for business hours.âÂ
You pull Bruce away from the reporters with a furrowed brow. He can tell you are annoyed at the question. It is the only thing youâve been getting asked about for the past two weeks.
ââ
âCome on,â You mumble to Bruce as you walk to the table with your names. A white sheet claiming your spots on the round table. It's a charity auction put on by the new mayor, for children in need. As an orphan himself Bruce didnât argue about going.
Bruce pulls out your chair and you sit. Once you are settled he sits in his seat. His hand stretches out to grab yours, but he stops himself. He doesn't know if youâre both there yet. Usually at events like these you would always be right there with him, holding his hand or touching him in some way. But he's trying to learn to not expect that attention as much. So, instead he rests his hand on his thigh, it's the closest he can get to your hands which are situated on your lap.
In all honesty you almost reached over too out of habit. But it is easy for memories of her face on flashing screens to cloud your vision. So you leave your hand in your lap, squeezing the other for comfort.
As people find their seats the lights begin to dim. Someone walks on stage to the stand, introduces himself, thanks everyone for coming, and begins the bidding. Too in your thoughts to pay attention, you take a sip of your champagne.Â
People begin bidding money for antiques, paintings, expensive wine, rare collectables, and more. You and your husband both agreed to begin your bidding at the end, knowing the goods offered are always more expensive at the end. More money to the children was your conclusion.
âDo I hear a 15,000?â The auctioneer asks the crowd. You lean over to whisper something in Bruceâs ear.
âBruce,â
He turns his head slightly so you know he's listening but keeps his eyes on the front of the room.
âI'm going to head to the bathroom, wonât be long.â You quietly push your chair out. You pause wondering if you should kiss him goodbye. You always do when leaving, but because of everything, you arenât sure if you should. But then again there are reporters everywhere. What if someone sees and twists the story? Well, you think, their story might not be so twisted. You donât give it another thought as you lean down and quickly peck his cheek before heading to the ladies room.
Bruce could sense the hesitation before the kiss, and with all his heart he wished it was real, even if his mind knew it would never be. But, even just a sliver of the past made his heart swell and beat rapidly. A small smile formed on his lip, which he quickly pushed away trying to listen to the auctioneer.
âAnd sold!â The auctioneer says into the microphone as the painting rolls away.Â
The further you get the quieter the halls become. Your heels make a click with every step on the marble floors.
The halls are long, and seem to go on forever. You hate to admit that you're a bit lost. But you think if you just keep walking you might be able to find someone who can help you, or, if you're lucky, the bathroom.
Youâre mindful of where you are, making sure you at least will be able to somewhat recognize the halls on your way back. You hate being lost, especially in such a high status place.
Before you and Bruce got together, your parents had been friends. You two never talked much before the accident, but you knew of each other. There was no specific reason for your lack of friendship, other than the fact that he didnât talk much and you thought boys had cootie.
When his parents died, your parents would force you to hang out with him, which didnât take a lot of convincing because you felt terrible that he went through what he did. Being forced together all the time helped your relationship grow. Even if only platonic.
At first he didnât trust you. You didnât blame him. So you ignored the mess he was. You ignored his sloppiness and rudeness and were kind. Slowly you became friends, you told him about your hopes and dreams and in turn he did the same.Â
At fourteen you told him you wanted to become an actress and be on the big screen. And he didnât tell you that you wouldnât make it like everyone else had, but he supported you, even if it was in his closed off way.Â
When you turned sixteen Bruce attended your birthday party. It was so sweet, and thought full of him, especially due to the fact that you and him were going through a rough patch, which, when you were young, was something that happened a lot in your relationship. He attended with all of your other friends and even your crush at the time, though he hated talking to new people. He even offered to get you a car to make up for his cruel words during the fight, but you had to tell him a multitude of times that it was unnecessary. And that all you wanted was for you both to stop arguing.
You were beyond happy that day, but didnât understand why he would put himself through that party for you. At the time you were too naĂŻve to see that all he wanted was to see you smile, even if it was with the boy you liked and not him.
When you were seventeen you told him all about how you got into your dream college. He was so happy for you, that was until you told him you would have to go and live far away. But he didnât let it show. He just smiled and waved you off at the airport with a heavy heart.
When you got your first roll in a movie he heard about it on the news. Not from you. You both had been too busy with your new lives to keep us with your old ones. It made him long for the past.
During the premier of your fourth film you finally saw Bruce again. He was older, so were you. He looked so put-together and grown up. You were impressed by his change from boy to man. When you attempted to talk to him, he shut down the conversation immediately. You learned over the next couple of encounters that it would take a lot of work to get back into his good graces.
it was as if everything you had worked for over the years had fallen. It was like you didnât recognize him, and he didnât recognize you. You understood that Bruce was not a trusting person, and that the time away had caused a shift in his view on you, but you were determined to get your childhood friend back. It took a lot of work to get back to where you were, but you didnât stop, knowing that all the work would be worth it. You were right.
And slowly, he opened up again. Trusted you again. Loved you again. During your efforts, Bruce had convinced himself he didnât need you, but, boy, was he wrong. He hadnât realized how much he needed you in his life until you were gone. The more he opened up the more he saw that. And god, did he miss you.
After almost a year and a half of working to get closer to him, he caved and did what 16-year-old him would have pissed his pants to do. He asked you out. And long story short, it worked out in his favor.
You continue walking until you see a door with the image of a cartoon woman on it. You push the door open and step into the ladies room.
There is a large, long mirror against the wall with a lone sink under it to the right. Five faucets evenly laid out along the sink. You turn to the stalls on the left. Making pushing the door open to step in.
Once you finish you walk over to the motion sensor faucet, pumping soap into the palm of your hand.
The door opens and a woman walks in. You recognize her, but donât feel the need to make conversation in the bathroom. But she has other plans.
âMrs. Wayne, Iâm so happy we can finally talk.â The woman says, and your eyes lift from your soapy hands to meet hers in the mirror.
âMayor Real,â you smile politely. She had recently become mayor as far as you could tell, she was doing a fantastic job.
âIâm sorry for the inappropriate meeting place, Iâve just been anxious to get to speak to you again.â Mayor Real said, taking something out of her handbag. Makeup to touch up her face.
âNo need for the apology, Iâm sure if we talked anywhere else someone would bombard us.â You chuckle, and she, along with you.
âWhat did you want to talk about?â You ask as you rinse off your hands.Â
"I wanted to make better acquaintance with you,â she said simply. The first time you had met was at the prior mayorâs funeral, the one the Riddler attacked.
âThe first time we met was not the best of circumstances.â Mayor Real added lightly. You nod with a sad smile to her.Â
You walk to dry your hands with the paper towel provided.
âFrom what Iâve seen you're a good person, and it's good to know good people.â Real puts her makeup back into your handbag.
âMayor Real-â
âBella, please.â She cuts you off, correcting you.
âBella,â You correct yourself with a smile, turning to her. âIf youâre asking if we can be friends, then just say that.â You chuckle lightly. Bella looks a bit embarrassed but smiles anyway.
âRight. Friends then?â She asks.
âOf course.â You grin back. âWalk back with me?â You offer heading to the door. Bella follows after you happily.
You once again begin your walk down the long echoey hall. Now the sound of heels on marble doubled. You make idle conversation, trying to make her more comfortable with you. You donât like the fact that some people find you unapproachable, because really your husband is unapproachable, not you. But itâs really not his fault, heâs just not good with people. But you, you know how to talk to people, and you think itâs odd that people are frightened to talk to you.
âBella?â You ask putting your hand out infront of her, stopping her from going any further. Her brows furrow as she looks at you.
âWhat is-â
Your body is thrown to the ground. Everything happens as if it's in slow motion. Blinding white light flashes over Bella and you. It is like the bright white of light on freshly clean hospital sheets. It stings your eyes shut.
Next comes the shards of broken marble and concrete. Like needle pricking your skin. A wave of rubble and dusty pieces of brick scatter around you. On instinct your hands reach up to protect your head. Your ears ring and the pounding of your heart is louder than ever. It's like a movie, but everythings so much more confusing.Â
You feel the coldness of marble on your hot skin. And you hiss as a headache pricks your eyes. Your head, still turned toward the floor from your fall, rises. You look around, trying to understand what happened. One second you were walking with Bella the next you're on the cold floor with a pounding headache and ringing ears.
Your eyes are still being attacked by the brightness. So you squint and look around. There is what remains of a wall scattered all around you. And about 45 feet ahead of you is a giant hole in the wall.
You donât register Bellas voice until her hand grasps your arm. You look at her, still a bit dazed.
âMrs. Wayne! Are you alright? Are you injured?â She asks frantically. And you nod slowly, coming to your senses.
âYes, sorry,â you wince, âgod, my head is killing me.â
Bella helps you up and you lean against a nearby wall. You look down at yourself. You are covered in dust and debris, you dress ripped at the bottom, and cuts scatter your skin.
You look at Bella, sheâs in about the same state. But she looks more put together. Being married to Bruce, odd and scary situations like this were not out of the norm, but for some reason, with everything thatâs been going on in your personal life, you arenât as mentally prepared for this. Your heart is pounding and your thoughts race.
You look around frantically, you both need to get out of here somehow. But your head is overcome with a rush of thoughts. Only one keeps repeating. Bruce. You are close to the auction room and you have a creeping suspicion that that explosion wasnât an accident.Â
You run as fast as you can along the rubble in your heels. Not thinking about what Bella might think. You almost fall with every step. You canât think about anything but him. Even though you are pissed beyond what words can express, you're still worried sick.Â
And all the people he was with. You realize, as your breathing becomes quicker. How would they have gotten out? They must have been terrified.
When you finally turn the corner into the auction room you see mass destruction. But no people, just a broken building. Everyone must have gotten out. But there must have been multiple explanations that went off.
You look to where your and Bruceâs table had been. Now all the silverware is scattered and glass broken on the floor.
You stand there in shock, and are brought out of your trance by Bella grabbing your arm again.
âWhat are you doing?! We have to evacuate,â She huffs out.Â
âI'm sorry, I thought there were people still in here.â You breathe out slowly trying to catch your breath better. âI had to make sure-â
âEveryones made it out, I just got a text from commissioner Gordon. Everyone is alright, but we need to go.â She hurries out. And you nod in understanding. But still your heart races. You are worried something might have happened to Bruce, and you can imagine he is feeling the same.
You both walk hurriedly down the halls, trying to find an exit. You hate how little direction the building gives you. You and Bella hold on to each other for support as you walk.
âBella are you alright?â You finally ask as you continue down the hall.
âYes. Just a few cuts and bruises. Canât imagine what would have happened if you didnât stop us from walking further.â She comments.
âYeah,â you agree, trying to push away the images of what could have been.
âWe were lucky.â She says to you and you nod in agreement.
ââ
When you eventually spot an exit sign you both physically relax a bit. You push the door open for both of you. The door opens to the side of the building, you can see the lights of police cars from around the corner. And you hear the chatter of all the people.
You and Bella stammer over making sure not to trip in the dark light. As you round the corner you are met with police and paramedics at your side immediately. You brush them off, telling them to tend to the Mayor first. Stubbornly they listen.
You are both taken to an ambulance, and sat at the edge of the open truck. You are given a blanket and moment to gather yourself.
You can see the uninjured crowd of people from the auction across the street, their safe. Your eyes scan over the faces for Bruce.
âMrs. Wayne.â A voice calls and you turn to face Gordon. You give him your attention and he takes it as a sign to continue.
âIâm sorry you and Mayor Real got stuck in the blasts.â Your breath catches in your throat at his words. So you were right. There had been multiple. Gordon seems to understand that you wanted to know more, so he doesnât stop.
âWe got an anonymous call in, and immediately called for an evaluation. We had accounted for people not being in the main auction room, but we had to focus on the larger group,â Gordon explains with a sigh.
âYes, I understand. Thank you for your help.â You thank, with a sincere smile. Gordon seems stressed and you feel bad that he has to deal with the aftermath of the horrible people of this city. You can see the tension in his shoulders and the tiredness in his eyes.
âCommissioner?â His eyes turn up at his name. âDo you know where my husband might be?â You ask with furrowed brows. Gordon smiles softly, and nods.
âYeah, Iâll go get him. In the meantime, stop refusing the paramedics help.â He scolds as he begins walking off. You huff out a laugh and ultimately you let one of the EMTâs look you over properly.
Looking down at your body, you finally take note of the cuts on your skin, and you can make out the beginnings of bruises. Your new dress is ripped and dirty, just like your skin. Only now does your brain begin to register the ache of them.
Your skin stings as the EMT looking after you swipes disinfectant over your scrapes. You wince every once and a while and the EMT gives you apologetic looks.
You hear your name and your head shoots up. You see Bruce rushing through a crowd trying to reach you. He looks frantic, eyes wide and filled with worry. You look him over as he makes his way to you. He isnât injured, you note, and a wait lifts off your shoulders.Â
âY/n!â He exasperates as he gets to your side. The EMT respectfully steps away, giving you both space. He takes hold of your arms gently, but securely. It's like the feeling of your warm body against him gives him comfort. Bruce looks over you tenderly once, twice, and a third to be safe. You're at a perfect height to meet eyes, due to sitting in the back of the ambulance truck.
âBruce, I'm alright,â You say, trying to slow down your racing heart. Youâre happy to know he too, is mostly unharmed.
âI- I thought you might have-â Your heart cracks with his voice. You see his eyes get misty and you swear youâll cry if you stay looking at him. His face is burned in your mind. He looks so lost, so frightened. You know exactly how he feels.
Bruce wants to hug you more than anything. He wants to kiss you. To know you're really here. But he also isnât sure you want that, with everything that has happened, that he has done, he's not sure how to react in situations involving you.
You look down to avoid his heart breaking gaze. You want to hold him, but donât know if it's wrong to begin to forgive him so soon. Itâs been nearly two months, yet still your heart stings every time you picture him with Selina. But looking at him now makes your heart ache to forgive.
âI- Im glad you're okay.â Bruce voices, trying to calm his uneven breathing. He hesitates to let go of your arms, but folds and lets his arms drop to his side.
âBruce I-â You stutter over your words. You canât say what you feel. But god do you want to. âI'm glad you're okay too.â
âI- I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you, or-âÂ
âBruce, hey- baby,â You grab hold of his face with your cold hands and his eyes painfully train on you. He looks so small. âYou couldnât have done anything. Stop beating yourself up. It's pissing me off that you think you could have known, because you couldnât have,â
He keeps his eyes on you, the tears in his eyes sparkling in the light of the police car sirens.
âJust be happy we are both here. Yeah?â You question softly, not letting him move his face from your hold. He nods as much as he can with your hands on his face. He whispers an apology as he looks down and a silent tear rolls down his cheek. Your thumb rubs over his skin and wipes it away.
âDonât cry,â You whisper to him.Â
âI'm sorry tonight was such a scare,â You hum and you continue soothing his skin with your thumbs. Bruce's eyes fall shut and two more tears slip from his lids.
âMe too.â He mumbles into your hands. Bruce turns his head to kiss your palm and for the first time in a while, you smile genuinely at him.
âLet's go home,â He whispers as he lifts his hands over yours to soothe you like you are soothing him. You hum and shut your eyes, leaning your forehead against his.
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Synopsis: Gotham press is going nuts with the birth of Bruce Wayneâs daughter and is trying to get a scoop, but it wasnât just the press that wanted a photo of Gothamâs princess.Â
Bruce and Vivian Wayne were protective with their new born daughter. They didnât let the press get a glimpse of the girl for months. For some reason, every stolen photo of the family whenever they roam the city would have the infant girl blurred or the photo itself would be blurred. When a photographer thought it was just some plot by their costume criminals that has something against digital photographs, they turned to film, but even their shots with the film were compromised. Or their cameras would have some problem before taking the shot.Â
Strange.
It infuriated many photographers as their bosses wanted to be the first to publish an article about the most awaited birth in Gotham. When Vivian and Bruce revealed their pregnancy many months ago, people were trying to get a scoop from them â whatâs the gender? Whatâs going to be the name of their child? How do the couple feel about having a baby at this late stage in their life? And for Vivian, how does it feel being pregnant at such an old age? The last part nearly had the chasing paparazzi punched by Bruce if it werenât for Dick stopping him⌠and for Jason doing it himself.Â
âAlright, what did you do, Viv. You gotta tell us how you did it,â Tim said as he looked at the magazine that had their photo in the mall but with Valerieâs face blurred out.Â
It was one of the rare times he and his brothers got to babysit their sister and bring her to the mall, and during their time there, there were so many who wanted to get a photo of Valerie. While Jason and Damian did a good job to get them far from their sister and stop any photos to be taken, there were still those who got a photo of them sitting in a cafe with the stroller.Â
Or Jason wearing the baby carrier with their sister happily sitting there and pointing for her bigger and older brother to go near the cat that was in the fountain.Â
Or when Damian was carrying her while he let her drink her milk from the bottle.Â
It was an adorable sight to see her sons with their sister and would want to have those shots but she knew how the press worked and she needed to protect her daughter so she placed a little glamor to do it.
âA little spell I learned,â Vivian answered as she fed Valerie some mushed food. âItâs a really old spell that witches used to protect their charge and secrets from unwanted people by blurring out the senses of those listening when that charge mentions that secret. What I did is a little tweaking with the spell that would blur out the photos from untrusted people. Thatâs why you guys get to take photos of little Val.â She then took a scoop of the food to eat. âSmart, right?â
âYeah, it is,â said Tim.
âMumma! Mumma!â Val giggled when she ate her mushed food and asked for more.
Tim chuckled. âViv, thatâs for Val, not for you.â
âI know, but itâs really good. Here, have a taste,â she shoved the spoon into Timâs mouth to taste before he could protest.
âYeah, not bad,â Tim said and went to get another spoon for Val. He made sure to tickle the girl as he passed her.
ââImmy!â Val made grabbing motions to him.
âOkay, Iâll stay here with you,â Tim said and sat beside her and fed his sister while Vivian finally had her breakfast. He then took out his phone and took a selfie of him and Valerie holding his finger, then sent it to their group chat.
It instantly had replies from everyone in the chat.
Barbara replied: Cutie!Â
Duke said: Adorable! â I can get some more baby food before heading back after patrol, Mrs. P.
Steph said: I wanna squish those cheeks! So adorable⌠oh, Tim there too.
Cass sent a ton of emojis that were filled with hearts and kisses.
Damian replied: Youâre hogging her now, Drake, but when I get home Iâll bring Valerie on mine and Titusâ walks.
Then Jason said: Goodluck with that. Iâm on my way home. Iâm taking her with me.
Dick replied with a photo of some baby clothes he found in Bludhaven with a caption saying: They got Nightwing onesies!Â
Damian replied with: Unfair. How come they donât have Robin merchandise?
Vivian laughed at their chats and turned her phone on silent for now, as it kept sending notifications. She then fed her daughter another scoop and said: âYou are a troublemaker, you know that? And youâre not even doing it.â
Valerie squealed and happily ate her mushed food, and as Alfred entered the kitchen with a warm towel to clean up the girlâs cheeks and hands. âGampa!âÂ
Alfred smiled at the girl and asked, âHere you go, Ms. Valerie. Time to clean up.â
Valerie pouted her lips, thinking it would help her grandfather and let him wipe the mess on her face, and then she let go of Tim to clean her hands.Â
âThere, all clean,â said Alfred.
âThank you, Alfred,â Vivian said and picked up the girl from her high chair and told Tim she was just going to give Valerie a bath. âThen, we could head to the garden and play with Grandpa Alfred.â
~*~
Bruce rarely has visitors from his family in the office. Vivian didnât want to disturb him at work as much as she could, but with Valerie now here he welcomes the visits and their lunches together. So, when his secretary mentioned that Vivian and Valerie were on their way up, he immediately packed up so he could meet them halfway in the building and they could head for lunch.
He made sure to leave his blazer and opt for a simple jacket, having learned that lunch with his daughter could mean there is a possibility of a mess.
As he walked through the corridor, he followed the sound of some of the employees that were making a commotion with the whispers of âValerie Wayneâs hereâ, because at the very center of it was Vivian holding their daughter who was shy with the sight of the people around them. Lucius Fox was with them and he was more than able to shield the child from the adoring fans who kept calling the childâs attention.
âDada!â Valerie whimpered and reached for him.
âIâm here, Val,â Bruce picked up his daughter and kissed Vivian in greeting. âVal, is everything alright?â
Valerie hid her face at the crook of her fatherâs neck and held onto him like her life depended on it.â
âDada,â Valerie muttered.
 âLucius, weâll just head out for lunch.â
âOf course, Mr. Wayne. Do enjoy your lunch. It was nice to see you again, Professor Pryor, and a delight to see little Valerie Pryor-Wayne.â
Vivian thanked Lucius for the help and joined Bruce to their walk out of the building and to their favorite cafe that wasnât far. They took their table inside by the window that showed Wayne Tower, Valerie liked looking up to see the gargoyles there.Â
âHow was your day?â Vivian asked him.
âMeetings. I might take a trip to Argentina to see our division there. Thereâs some issues that need addressing. I was thinking of bringing you both along. Dick can look over everyone.â
âValâs first trip out of the country,â Vivian fed their daughter with mashed food. âWanna see Dada work?â
Valerie, as if she understood, nodded and reached to get more from her spoon.Â
âGood thing she already has a passport. Just tell me when and Iâll prepare our things. Man, the others will riot when they find out that weâre taking Val for a couple of days out of the country.â
âHow about you two, how was your day?â
âUsual. Val and I dropped Damian off at school. Then we headed home where we played with Alfred in the garden. She almost ate mud but we caught her before she could take a bite of her mud pie.â
As they had their lunch, conversing about their day, a man outside the window passed by and took a photo of Valerie before they could even notice. The flash startled Valerie that the girl started crying. Bruce was quick to his feet and started running out of the cafe and chased the man who took the shot. Vivian, while holding their daughter, looked out of the window and saw the man about to cross. With a wave of her hand, she had him blocked by a runaway shopping cart.Â
Bruce approached the man and held out his hand to him. âThe camera,â Bruce glared at him. He knew that the photo would be compromised, thanks to Vivianâs spell, but he wasnât going to let anyone get away with something like this. Especially when it wasnât a public event nor has he given the press any permission to post photos of his daughter on their papers. Not that they could anyway.Â
âCome on, Wayne,â the man chuckled. âItâs not like it hurt anyone.â
Bruce grabbed the man by his arm, pulled him up and pointed in the direction of the cafe window where Vivian was trying to calm Valerieâs cries. âNo harm? My daughter is barely one, and youâre already circling her like vultures. I should report you for taking my daughterâs photo without our consent.â
âItâs just the job â come on!â
Bruce wouldnât have it, he took the SD card from his camera and pocketed it. âIâll give this back to your boss,â he said then walked back to the cafe where Valerie reached for him.Â
Bruce took his daughter and her cries calmed instantly in her fatherâs arms. âYouâre okay,â Bruce whispered to her. âYouâre okay.â Sitting back down, Vivian pulled down the blinds of the window, and sat next to Bruce as she checked on her daughter. âThanks for the shopping cart, if you hadnât I bet that chase would have gone for a block.â
âIâm sure you would have found some way to catch him,â Vivian wiped her daughterâs tears. âI guess lunch is ruined, huh?â
âWe can get these to go and eat at my office.â
âVal would make a mess.â
âItâll be fine⌠I think we should have just had lunch there in the first place, but she does like to look at the gargoyles.â
âAnother Wayne trait she got,â Vivian chuckled. She then asked one of the staff to pack their food to go and to bring the bill.Â
After packing up, the couple went back to Wayne Tower where they continued their lunch at Bruceâs office. They settled on sitting on the ground where Valerie could crawl on her outdoor blanket and see out the window. She didnât have her gargoyles there but she did have the city and she was close to the sky.Â
âMumma!â Valerie pointed out to the horizon.
âYou want to fly?â Vivian asked as she ate her lunch.
âMumma!â Valerie raised her arms up.
Bruce pulled his daughter to sit on his lap and fed her more of her food. âSoon, weâll fly around Gotham. Iâll take you flying.â
âOr we could ask Clark or Jon or Conner to help out,â Vivian teased him.
âNo,â he said with a deadpan face.
âDada!â Valerie kissed his cheek.Â
Vivian could easily just take Valerie flying with her using her magic but she knew how important it was for Bruce to give that experience to their daughter so she kept the offer to herself.Â
âAlso, when we went to the store earlier, Val was pretty insistent on this, and I just canât say no,â Vivian pulled out a toy from their bag. When Valerie saw the plush, she reached out for it and hugged it as soon as she got hold.
âBa-man!â Valerie pointed at the toy, telling her father who it was.
Bruce chuckled. âWho is that?â
âBa-man!âÂ
They had an agreement, the entire family, that for the safety of their secret identities and for Valerie too, they wonât disclose to her about the whole Bat-vigilante gig they had going on. They would come to see her in their costumes, since she would be too young to remember any of it, and it seems the silhouette of the Dark Knight imprinted on her mind that she can easily identify Batman whenever she sees them.Â
âMaybe we shouldnât bring her to the Batcave so often now,â said Bruce.
âSheâs still young, Bruce. She wonât remember much. What she will remember is that Batman and the Robins are there to protect her,â Vivian kissed his cheek. âAlso, the boys are jealous when I showed them the photo of her hugging Bat-plush, so they started looking for their plush merch.â
âAre there any?â Bruce raised a brow.
âIâm sure Bludhaven has a Nightwing one, canât say for Robin and Red Hood or Batgirl⌠I think Jason and Barbara are planning on making their own.â
~*~
âI got the baby bag,â said Tim.Â
âYou forgot her snacks,â Jason shoved the small Tupperwares into the bag.
âWhat about Bat-plush? You think sheâll want it?â Damian asked.
âBring it anyway,â Dick replied.
It was one of the rare days when they get to babysit Valerie. Bruce and Vivian were called to a meeting for the Wayne Foundation about a charity event they were going to host and with Alfred helping to set up the caterers, they didnât have anyone to look after their daughter, which meant sheâll be left with her brothers and sisters.Â
It was only Damian at the manor that time and he swore that he can look after his baby sister on his own, while Bruce and Valerie had complete faith in him to protect Valerie, they were not so sure about handling the diaper changes or the feeding or what are allowed for babies to do and have. So, they called for the only son they knew who had good experience after looking after all of them all.Â
Dick.Â
But for reassurance, Bruce also called Tim.Â
Then Jason also arrived, out of the blue, to see Valerie. So, now there were four. Then Duke arrived after finishing his patrol and was about to head out to visit his parents who were still at the hospital (for further observation after Vivian cured them of Joker gas) but decided to do so after the four were settled with Valerieâs things.
Now there were five of them.Â
Five brothers.
Five Robins.
What could go wrong, right?
Duke only watched as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian fussed about what to put in the bag and how to use the stroller while he held Valerie on the counter. The girl was more than content to be in his arms while she munched on a soft biscuit.Â
âDuke!â Valerie handed him a biscuit from her plate.
âThanks, Val,â Duke chuckled and ate the biscuit. âTheyâre taking a while, arenât they?â
Valerie sighed and tugged on his hoodie. âLena,â she said, pointing out the kitchen window to the garden.Â
âWanna visit Helena?â Duke asked.
Valerie nodded.
âOkay, letâs wait for them there,â Duke picked up the baby from the counter and took the Batman plush from the seat before they went out to the garden and wait for the others to finish their discussion on the list of things thatâs needed in the bag. Completely forgetting about the list that Vivian placed on the refrigerator for their guide.
Sitting on the grass, Duke set Valerie to stand on the ground and held her hands.Â
âMumma?â Valerie asked.
âMrs. P is in a meeting today so itâs just us, Val.â
âDada?â
âAlso in a meeting.â
Valerie pouted.Â
âI know, Val. But weâre gonna have loads of fun today, if Tim gets to finish packing.â
Valerie sighed again and sat on the ground with her Bat-plush, she started playing with the toy, moving its stubby arms and legs around, until a shadow loomed over her. Looking up, Valerie grinned, showing her two front teeth, and reached out to the person.
âCassie!â Valerie got up to hug her sister.
âHi, Val,â Cassandra sat on the ground and hugged the girl. âMiss you.â
Valerie didnât reply, she only hugged her tight and settled on Cassandraâs lap.
âHey, Cass. Didnât hear you come in,â said Duke. âI thought you were following on a lead.â
âFinished. Now babysit.â
âVivian told you, didnât she?â
Cassandra nodded. âMissed Val,â she hugged the girl and kissed her cheek. Val giggled and returned the gesture. âTaking long?â
âYeah, Tim and the others canât figure out how to use the stroller and what to put in the bag.â
âLetâs help. Then we went out,â Cassandra handed Valerie to Duke again and the three of them went inside. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of Dick and the others having a hard time to figure out how to fit all the things they prepared into the bag and how to fix the stroller.Â
Sighing, Cassandra took the note from the fridge and showed to them what needs to be brought along. What made Duke laugh was the first line on the note in Vivianâs penmanship: Congratulations, you finally found this! Or Cassandra and Duke found it and showed it to you four. What to bring for Valâs baby bagâŚÂ
Then for the stroller, Cassandra took the thing from Jason and with one push of a button she had the thing standing from its folded state, then back to being folded so they could put it in the car.
âEasy,â she said to them and carried the thing out. Theyâll be bringing Dickâs car since it had more space. Next challenge was putting the car seat, luckily Duke was familiar with how to do it, as he watched Batman set one in the Batmobile once, not sure why but he did help Bruce when they bought one for the car. With the car seat in Dickâs car, not everyone would fit in the vehicle. Jason gave in to taking his bike and meeting them in the park with Cassandra. Â
Once at their destination, with Valerie riding her stroller that Jason was pushing, they were met by Barbara and Stephanie, and Kate, who wanted to see the youngest member of their family.Â
âThere she is! My little cousin â once, twice, thrice, I donât give a fuck, removed,â Kate picked up the girl, who happily pulled on her red hair as it reminded her of her motherâs red hair. âYeah, ow, ow⌠Someone get the baby now.â
âAlright, Val, letâs go!â Barbara took her but got the same treatment too so Jason took her from them.Â
âWhat are you guys doing here?â Damian asked.
âDick messaged me that you guys were taking Val to the park,â said Barbara.
âI was really just going to do errands, but when Dick said to the group chat that you were heading here, I thought why not see the little princess first. Cass, wanna come with?â Steph replied.
Cassandra nodded, after saying goodbye to Valerie with a kiss on the cheek and went with Stephanie.Â
Kate shrugged and said: âWould you believe me that I genuinely wanted to see the kid?â
âA little hard to do,â Jason snickered.
âHonestly, I did want to see Val but I also need to head out.â
âListen, I gotta bounce too,â Duke said. âIâm gonna visit my parents at the hospital.â
âOkay,â Jason tossed him his bike. âNot a scratch.â
âYou got it. Thanks, Jay,â Duke then tickled Valerieâs tummy. âIâll see you later, Val.â
âDuke!â Valerie grabbed his face and placed a smooch on his forehead. âPlay!â
âI gotta go, kiddo, but I promise weâll play when I get back.â
Duke bid his goodbye to her and left with Jasonâs bike to see his parents.
Alone in the park, the four brothers set the baby on her stroller to walk around. The entire time, Valerie was pointing at things and saying what they were and calling for either of them to pick her up. When they came to the playground, Damian had Valerie on his lap as they rode the swing. Dick was sure to keep watch just in case she falls off.Â
âYou sending a pic to Vivian?â Tim asked Jason.
âYeah, Ma asked me to send her one once weâre at the park,â Jason said and hit send. âI never really liked playgrounds.â
âAny reason?â
âItâs where perverts hang around.â
Tim frowned. âOh.â
Jason leaned back and looked around the area, taking in every individual he spotted and reading their actions like a hawk. After hearing what he said, Tim too was on high alert and not just for his little sister but for the other kids in the playground too. All of them were there to protect these people, not just Valerie.Â
âJay!â Valerie got down from the swing, and while holding Damianâs hand they were walking towards the bench where they sat.Â
Jason smiled and got up to meet her halfway. âYou hungry, little bird?â
Valerie nodded.Â
âOkay, letâs get you some snacks.â
Sitting on the bench, Jay placed her on her stroller and had Tim prepare her food and Dick cleaning her hands.Â
It was when it happened, they saw the paparazzi trying to hide behind some bushes and take shots of Valerie with their cameras. They knew about Vivianâs spell but as Bruce said, if they let it happen it would have the press suspicious of them that they were the ones responsible for the blurred photos or see the Waynes as weak and take advantage of it.
Dick and Tim were the one who acted on it and went to approach the guys who were taking the photos, the two chased the photographers and blocked their path. As they discussed with them about the photos, and Tim videoing it live while saying they were taking photos of kids at the playground without the consent of the parents, Jason decided to get some food himself as the situation was taken care of.
And it was there he saw it. The odd one in the playground. The one person that wasnât supposed to be there. It was a man wearing a plain looking jumper and shirt, with his slacks and leather shoes. He wore glasses that were slightly tinted â probably transitional â And he had his phone pointed at Valerieâs direction as she crawled on her blanket towards Damian and the Bat-plush.Â
Fucker!
Jason ditched the hotdog stand and jumped on the guy, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it to his back.
âWhat the fuck!â The man exclaimed. âYouâre going to break my arm, man!â
âI should, but my little sisterâs here so Iâm not going to break your fucking arm for taking photos of her, perv.â
âTodd!â Damian had Valerie in his arms and was about to approach him but Jason said to him and to everyone in the park: âDONâT COME ANY CLOSE, KID! THIS ONEâS BEEN TAKING PHOTOS OF KIDS IN THE PARK!â
Damian instantly hid Valerie from the manâs direction and placed her in the stroller.Â
âIâM NOT!â The man called out.
âReally? Show us your phone.â
âYouâre not the police!âÂ
Tim and Dick came to the commotion and the former took the phone from the manâs pocket. He opened it by using facial recognition and went to the photos. Normally he wouldnât pull something like this, but the moment he saw the photos, he held the phone and punched the man across the face.
âYouâre fucking, sick! Sheâs a baby!â Tim grabbed him by the shirt.Â
âI already called GCPD,â said Dick. âIâll take it from here, Jay.â He was a police officer and he could talk to the GCPD about this since he was out of his jurisdiction.Â
Jason released the man and handed him to Dick. âIâll take Val home.â
âYeah, thatâs a good idea. Tim, go on ahead too.â
âAlright,â Tim handed the phone to Dick and whispered to his ear, âValâs photos are blurred out. But thereâs photos of other kids there.â
âGot it, thanks.â
After cleaning their hands at the park faucet, Tim and Jason packed up and took their sister away from the park. Valerie didnât want to go just yet and nearly cried as she was having fun and because she sensed the tense mood with her brothers.Â
âDick?â Valerie asked them.
âDick will be home later,â said Tim.Â
âYou should have broken his arm,â Damian muttered.
âAnd traumatize those kids and Val?â Jason glanced at Damian at the rearview mirror. âLet Dick handle it. Heâs got everything he needs to have GCPD to put him away.â
When they got home, they immediately called Bruce and Vivian to discuss what happened. The couple were at the door minutes later and went to see their daughter who was mindlessly playing on the bed in the nursery with Damian and Tim. Not long, Dick also arrived and informed them that the man was arrested â heâs been arrested for similar charges and selling photos of children online. Didnât matter to who.
Vivian held her daughter in a protective embrace, it made her feel so sick to know that someone would do that to Valerie and to those children in the park. It disgusted her. Bruce was silent for a while before telling Dick and the others that they needed to find a way to find how this man got his network. Batmanâs villains are not just the costumed criminals in Gotham but all those who do crime, especially those like the man they encountered. Heâll make sure to mention this with Jim tonight during Patrol.
Sensing the down feeling in her family, Valerie started to tear up and hiccuping, she hid her face in her motherâs embrace and cried silently.
âOh, Val,â Vivian rubbed her back. âItâs okay.â
Valerie cried.
âMaybe we should go somewhere to lighten the mood,â she told them. âMaybe we can settle at Helenaâs garden for a while just to ease the tension. I think she could sense it.â
âGood idea,â Bruce brushed his daughterâs hair. âCome on, love,â he reached for his daughter and let her cry on his shoulder. Before they left the room, he placed a hand on Jasonâs shoulder and said, âyou did good. All of you did.â
âIâll head out and start hunting the pervâs network,â said Jason.
âJason,â Vivian called for him. âStay for a while.â
âIâll be back once this is done, Ma.â
âJay,â Valerie whimpered.
Jason smiled sadly and patted her head. âIâll be back, I promise. I just have to do this first.â Turning to Vivian, Jason wrapped her in an embrace and placed a kiss on the top of her head. âThis is what I do, Ma. I gotta go while the trail is hot, Iâm sure his network is now packing up. Iâll have Roy to make the chase fast.â
âOkay,â Vivian sighed and squeezed her sonâs hand. âCome home, okay? Val misses you.â
âI will.â
With that, Jason left and went on his hunt, and the Red Hood and Arsenalâs work was fruitful. In less than twenty-four hours they found one of the manâs networks, and from there they traced everything to a pimp that ran the forum and was based in Gotham. After informing Batman of their find, Batman informed Jim Gordon. With the Batfamily and the GCPD, they shut down the whole operation.
Along with the arrest of the whole operation, Vivian insisted that the Wayne Foundation aggressively supporting to organizations that were fighting against such syndicates to put to stop such disgusting acts. Many wereÂ
~*~
âWhy donât we just hire a photographer?â Stephanie asked as they took their place at the mantle with Tim trying to arrange them all to fit the shot.
âBecause itâs safer if we just take the family photo than hiring someone else,â said Time.
Standing before the mantle, the entire Batfamily gathered with Vivian sitting on the leather seat with Valerie on her lap. Bruce stood at her right side, a hand on her shoulder, and his other hand on Damianâs shoulder. Cassandra sat on the armrest of Vivianâs seat and beside her was Stephanie and Duke. Alfred stood just behind Damian, and the rest were gathered around to fit the photo.
âUntil when is the ban on posting photos of Val online?â Stephanie asked.
âUntil sheâs old enough to attend galas,â Vivian answered.
âFair enough.â
âOkay, Jason, move over so I can just ââ Tim hit the button and ran to his spot with time to spare.
âMaster Timothy, how long is the timer?â Alfred asked.
âYeah, Tim, my eyes are drying out,â said Stephanie.
âTim, Val doesnât have a long attention span yet,â Vivian said through her smile.Â
âItâs just ten seconds,â said Tim.
âYou sure?â Dick asked.
âYes!âÂ
Click!
The photo was taken and it had Tim yelling out startling everyone, and Valerie laughing at him.
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Dan is (Insert Character)
So, I've recently fallen in love with the idea of Dan being reformed and being a part of various characters Backstories, like This post about Dan being a Farmer Friend of the Kent's
So here are a few more examples of that!
Dan is Thomas Wayne: Dan is reformed and moves to Gotham to start a new life, while there he meets and befriends the elderly Wayne Couple, who never managed to have kids. Eventually the Wayne end up adopting Dan (who changed his name to Thomas), and he becomes Thomas Wayne. He even has a Kid. Unfortunately as a Parole Requirement, he had to lock away his powers, meaning he couldn't save himself or his Wife the day they got murdered in a Mugging. He became a Full Ghost, and in his rage at the death of his wife he relapsed into his old Violent self. Danny, while he understood the feeling, unfortunately did have to arrest him for his rage filled rampage. His Sentence is finally up, and he wants to see how his Son is doing.
Dan is Billy Batsons Dad: A little known fact about Billy Batson is that whenever he transforms into Shazam, he unconsciously makes himself look more like his Father than a future version of himself. So imagine his shock when, in the middle of a fight, one of his enemies takea a closer look at him and suddenly yells out, "Is that DAN!?". Billy now wants to know how these Extra Dimensional Monsters know his Dad's name. And why they seem Terrified of him...
Dan is Alfred's Dad: Alfred is taking one of his famously rare Vacations, and the rest of the Batfam decides to ask where he is going. "Oh, I'm going to visit my Father" "Wait what? Aren't you like 100 years old?! How is your dad still alive?!" "Did you not know? Alfred is a Demigod" "WHAT?!"
Dan is Jonathan Kent: Dan settles down somewhere in Smallville, Kansas. Unfortunately, as a Halfa he isn't physically capable of having kids, but as luck would have it a space pod carrying a small baby crashes into their fields one night. When that baby starts developing powers, Dan is experience enough to help him control them though. Just imagine one day, a Villain discovers Superman's Civilain Identity and tries to attack his Dad, only for his dad to be stronger than him.
Dan is Ra's Al Ghul's Dad: Dan was reformed and decided to get sent back in time to live his life, so he wouldn't interrupted the present Timeline. While there he met a lady and had a Kid. Unfortunately, he was forced to return to the Zone to wait for the Future to happen when his son was barely into adulthood, but he did decide to give him a Birthday Gift. The Lazarus Pits. Once in the Zone, he had to wait for a few centuries to pass before he was allowed to return, but once he was allowed back to the Living Realm he immediately began to search for his Son. The Pits should have kept him alive this long, so hopefully he lived a nice long life. Wait, who are these Cult Guys around his Lazarus Pits? And, where is his son? And why does that lady feel so familiar? Who is that little Demon Brat?
Dan is General Sam Lane: Simple really, Dan is Lois Lanes dad, and she is technically a Quarter Ghost but she had never awakened her powers. If you want to use the Injustice Timeline, then Lois gets resurrected after a few days and finally awakens her Halfa Powers. She is there to stop Superman from fully turning to the Dark Side, and asks her Dad to help Clark keep his emotions in check.
What do you think?
#Dp x dc#Dpxdc#Dc x dp#Dcxdp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Dan Phantom is Thomas Wayne#Dan Phantom is Billy Batsons Dad#Dan Phantom is Alfred's Dad#Dan Phantom is Jonathan Kent#Dan Phantom is Ra's Al Ghul's Dad#Dan Phantom is General Sam Lane#Suggestions for more characters Dan could Be/be connected to?
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Whatâs for Breakfast?
(yes itâs the parsnip fic)
(tw mentioned nightmares and mildly dissociation)
disclaimer: this will probably be ooc, iâm still extremely new to the fandom so be nice please
description: jason decides to cook and is interrupted by the rest of the bat siblings.
word count: 1556
All he came here to do was drop off some intel for Bruce but now? Now Jason is standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, with his hands on his hips, wondering what he should cook. Heâs hungry, alright, sue him.
Itâs Sunday and Sunday is the day Alfred restocks the kitchen so the chances of Jason actually finding something other than premade pancake mix was not great.
The first ingredient item he finds is a few parsnips. He passes one between his hands trying to think of what he can make with them. After a few seconds he comes up with something, tossing the parsnips onto the counter and he collects some onions, a leek, flour, eggs and vegetable oil. He gets the grater out and itâs decided. Heâs gonna make parsnip and onion fritters.
Jason starts with slicing the onion. Just get that shit over and done with. The familiar burn of the onion begins in his eyes and he is immediately reminded of the last time he cooked in here. He was 15, it was a few weeks before his death. He and Alfred were making home made burgers, requested by Jason himself, and they made caramelised onions to go with it.
Heâs pulled out of the memory by the wet feeling of tears dripping down onto his hand. He glares down at the vegetable as if it had personally wronged him. And you know what? It did. Heâs crying all because of a fucking onion.
He continues slicing only slightly more aggressively when he hears a soft patter of feet.
âTodd?â At the sound of his name he looks up and is met with a sleepy Damian staring back. The kidâs got on a set of cat pyjamas, that Jason can admit is kinda cute, and is wiping away what looks to be tears. Must have had a nightmare or something.
âCooking.â Jason replied gruffly. Damian approaches the island heâs cooking on and stands on his toes to try and see what Jason is cooking. Once again he can admit the kid looked kinda cute with only just his head and little hands poking over the bench.
âCooking what?â He asks softly and with genuine childlike curiosity, which is rare for Damian. Jason breathes out a sigh and walks over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen and pulls a chair up against the bench.
âParsnip and onion fritters. Wash your hands and come grate the parsnips for me.â He usually would tell him to fuck off but the kid looks like he could use a distraction and he does love a mission.
Damian washes his hands, climbs up the chair and starts grating.
They slice and grate mostly in quiet, only breaking the silence to quietly giggle at each other's onion induced tears.
âCooking?â The sound of a voice startles them both so badly Damian almost throws a parsnip and Jason damn near cuts his finger off. When they look up at the source, Cass is standing there with an eyebrow raised.
âChrist, Cassandra, you could have killed us.â Damian says as he lowers the parsnip. Jason huffs out a laugh.
âAgain.â He mutters and doesnât miss the nasty look Damian throws him. Cass only smirks and shrugs. She looks dishevelled but Jason chooses to ignore it. She wanders over to the island, inspects what theyâre doing before sitting on one of the stools and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jason and Damian share a look before continuing what they were doing.
They finally get through all the slicing and grating when Steph and Tim stumble in looking like they had not slept all week. Jason stops what heâs doing just to look at them judgingly.
âWhere the fuck have you two been?â he asks like he doesnât want to know. Steph groans and collapses into the stool next to Cass.
âWe were out all night for a stake out that turned up nothing.â Jason makes a confused face at that and looks to Tim who is all but dragging himself to the coffee machine.
âI donât even want to talk about it.â He says holding a hand up to block out Jasonâs judgmental look. Stake outs like that happen, not often but they happen. But for Tim? Itâs even less often, he gathers all the intel he can before going out. Make sense for his mood to be shit.
Jason can practically sense Damian is about to say something so he scoops him up by the armpits and places him onto the ground.
âYour jobs done now.â He tells him before the kid can protest. He only receives a slightly grumpy nod before Damian drags the chair back to its regular spot and sits down. Tim looks away from the coffee machine.
âAre you making breakfast?â He asks half judgy half genuine. Jason almost responds with some snarky sarcasm but just looking at Tim tells him the poor guy's exhausted brain would probably melt if he did.
âYeah I am. Parsnip and onion fritters.â
Steph lifts her head from where it was laying against the kitchen island.
âWhat the fuck is a parsnip?â Jason chuckles and holds up one of the unused parsnips.
âIt's like a white carrot thing. They taste good, trust me.â Steph eyes it suspiciously before shrugging and laying her head back down.
Duke runs in while Jason is mixing in the flour and eggs. He stops and looks at everyone surprised. To Dukeâs credit it is rare for all of them to be in the same room for a non vigilante related reason. He looks at Jason and into the bowl.
âHey, that looks great! Iâm heading out to patrol but save me some for when I get back?â He says as he grabs an apple and speeds out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Jason files the information to save some away in his head before he continues mixing. He makes sure everything is evenly coated before heating up a pan and drizzling some vegetable oil onto it. He places as many scoops as he can evenly spread on the pan and waits until he can flip them.
The sizzly of the fritters and the oil almost covers up the sound of a new pair of feet entering the kitchen.
âWhatchya making, Jaybird?â This time he doesnât jump at the sound of Dickâs voice coming from directly over his shoulder. Just by looking at Dickâs eyes tells Jason the eldest is floating in between a dissociation episode. Heâs not really all there.
Jesus Christ, was he the only one who had a good night? Well, he doesnât really know how Dukeâs night went but with the way he was rushing to get on patrol, if Jason had to guess it would be probably not good.
âParsnip and Onion fritters.â He replies while scanning the kitchen for what task he can give Dick to help him out.
âHey, could you do the dishes for me? I wouldnât want Alfred to wake up and find the kitchen a mess.â He asks softly. Jason doesnât mention that Alfred is already up and upon seeing all of them in the kitchen, about ten minutes ago, gave Jason a soft smile and left to do whatever Alfred does when heâs not butlering.
Dick turns to where Jason points to the dishes and nods.
âOh yeah, of course.â He says spacely. Jason fights the urge to fist pump. If heâs learnt anything it's if you wanna get Dick Grayson to help himself, you gotta guilt trip him a little bit. He does take the knife before Dick can add it to his washing pile. Yeah heâs got some less than moral helping tactics but heâs not gonna let the guy hurt himself.
Damian gets up to help Dick with the dishes and they make quiet conversation. With Damian occasionally yelling when Dick splashes him or tries to place bubbles on his head.
Jason hands the empty bowl to Dick before placing the last of the fritters onto one big plate. He quickly whips up a greek yogurt and herb dip sauce. He grabs out enough plates for everyone and places two on a plate for Duke before wrapping it with foil and placing them in the fridge. He then hands the remaining stack of plates to Dick.
âAlright losers follow if you want breakfast.â He calls out before heading into the proper dining room. Dick sets the table before taking one for himself.
Jason will never tell anyone but he did feel nervous waiting for everyoneâs reaction.
âWait, why is this good?â
âI canât tell if these are good or if Iâm just really fucking hungry.â
âThese are really good Jaybird.â
He tried to hide the way the tension fell from his shoulders before digging into his own food. The atmosphere was good and it made Jason kinda miss moments like this. This sense of family and belonging. Just a family having breakfast together.
âIs there any left for me?â Bruce asks as he walks in. Jason looks up at him. Heâs met with a proud look he hasnât seen in what feels like a lifetime. He hides his face and gestures to an empty chair.
âTake a seat, old man.â
I hope the fic is a good as you guys imagined đĽ°
hereâs a special thanks to @kaycynyrs for sending in the ask that inspired me to look at this fic again and @yourlocal-edgelord for encouraging me to rewrite it and to @heavenssolitude for being there and supporting me đĽ°
(iâll totally untag you guys if you didnât wanna be tagged. just wanted to say thanks)
#iâm nervous be nice#i literally feel so sick to my stomach i hope you guys like it#definitely ooc#itâs a bit angsty sorry#sorry thereâs not a lot of duke content in this đ#iâd totally write a sequel where he gets to eat them if you guys want#batfam#dick grayson#jason todd#batman#nightwing#tim drake#headcanon#bat family#damian wayne#batfam fanfic#hurt/comfort#jason being a good big brother#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#dc#once beta read we die like jason todd
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RED HOOD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)
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âLong Overdueâ (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)
| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jasonâs death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when theyâre overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.
| SFW, canon typical action/violence, cursing?, crying?
| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. Iâm really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Three Jokers comic)
| 2k+ words
| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven.
Ma. God, no one called you that anymore. The way your eyes begin to prickle is a clear indication.
With you Dick wasnât the type. Once heâd worked himself up to it heâd called you mom; slightly different from the few ways he referred to his bio mother, but something shared between the two of you all the same.
And Tim? Well he wasnât your child plain and simple. Tim still had his parents for one, and for two he was intrinsically Bruceâs. By the time heâd figured his way into the Batcave youâd been gone, most of your shit moved out of the manor, and desperately waving divorce papers Bruce refused to acknowledge in the air. You didnât have anything to do with his indoctrination outside of exactly one instance of him finding you to ask if youâd reconsider the separation. Some Batman needed a Robin and Bruce Wayne needed his wife type shit.
Either way Tim didnât call you any rendition of mom because you werenât his. The most you got was him addressing you by your maiden name and then eventually your first and you were content with that.
Then if he didnât call you mom, the girls sure as hell didnât either. Outside of Barbara the others never even became regular conversation partners. Cass was a rare sighting in your life and Stephanie and youâs relationship would never progress past the casual advocacy you tried giving her because she was another dead Robin to add to whatâs now technically a list.
At the end of the day, out of all the people who considered you a mother, only Jason added that âaâ and you wanted to grip that name tight and hold it to you. Break your ribs open and force it into your chest cavity. The need to fulfill that ache cuts deep and you take a step forward.
Jason startles though, undoing all his own forward progress, and you falter. Thatâs right. Jason didnât like for people to touch him. Definitely didnât like hugs either. Not surprise ones at least. Before his death youâd gotten close enough he didnât mind when you swooped in, but now?
âCan I-? Can I hug you?â You press trembling lips together for another horrible swallow. âPleaseâŚ?â
Jason jerks, two hastily aborted movements at once, before his obstructed voice meets your ears.
âFine.â
You practically fall on him before pulling him into you. Unfortunately heâs just as stiff as his voice and you have to take a second to figure out how to slot against him.
Jason fits in your arms differently than he used to - broader and taller by a mile - but after a few beats he relaxes into them just the same. The subtle addition of weight makes a sob bubble up your throat.
You rap your knuckles on the side of the helmet.
âTake this shit off.â
He hesitates and a sharp pang manages to worm its way into the already shitty cocktail of emotions youâre feeling. It hits your spine like lightning, forces you up and has you an arms length away in half an inhale.
Maybe before now youâd been going through too much all at once for the trepidation to hit, but it was hitting now. Youâd never seen Hood without- well without the Hood. Only Jumbie raised from the dead the way Jason did, and while youâd take your son anyway you could get him you wouldnât accept some Thing parading around in his skin.
Reading your burst of movement for what it is, Jason backtracks, rising arms dropping to his sides. âMaybe I shouldnâtâŚâ
âJason Peter-â you inhale deeply, catching yourself, and hold a hand up to stop him. You both ignore the obvious way it trembles. â-only⌠ifâŚif you want to. Iâm not trying to force anything.â
Heâs slow to nod, weight shifting from his left to his right leg and back again before he says something too low for you to hear. Youâre about to ask him to repeat when he speaks up, this time aiming his voice somewhere around your shoulder while bowing his head.
âNo, I- Alright. Just hold on.â
Haunches suitably raised and heart in your throat you pay close attention as the helmet comes up, Jason having released some catch in the back.
It goes over, the helmet clatters to the ground, and the man who stares back at you isâŚhard to place.
The low fluorescent lighting of the narrow room combined with the concrete walls casts soft enough shadows over his face that while his features are warped theyâre not discernible. Which means you canât completely rule out the uncanniness wafting off of him as just your brain (along with your entire perception of the universe) splinting in half.
It makes your face heat up. He looks familiar, but you canât say you wouldnât have passed him straight if youâd seen him on the street. Heâs too big for one, even for how youâd all imagined heâd look grown up, standing more than a foot taller than the last day you saw him. Taller than malnourishment wouldâve ever let him be.
The sob you let out makes you both flinch.
One hand snaps to your mouth, the other waving him off.
âIâm sorry I- I donât-. This is just-â
Even with the way heâs leaning away from you he shakes his head. âI get it, it's fine.â
His voice is faint, cut up and hoarse like he hasnât used it in a while, and itâs the prettiest thing youâve heard in ages.
âOh,â you laugh. The wet kind that makes your throat sticky. You can only stare at him, blurry form and all, words lost to you.
Eventually, after watching your fervent effort to wipe away tears that are in no way inclined to give you a break, arms crossed Jason takes a half step forward with a shrug.
âWe canâŚtry again?â
The next little laugh you let out you practically choke on but you nod all the same.
When Jasonâs the first to move your heart starts speeding away like an overexcited middle school drumline. You roll with it though, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes so theyâre dry enough for you to actually see him clearly for a few seconds.
When heâs directly in front of you your hands come up slowly, giving him plenty of opportunity to move away. Or maybe to vanish.
When he does neither, only giving you a guarded look, you allow yourself to touch.
Problem is, the domino mask heâs wearing very quickly gets in your way and on your nerves when you move to frame his face. Quickly feels like if itâs not gone, if you canât see his eyes, youâll throw up.
To stop yourself from taking the risk and ripping it off you have to take a deep breath. Have to force down the thick build up of saliva gathering in your mouth so it pushes back the bile climbing up your throat.
âIâd like to see my son, Jason. All of you.â
To emphasize your point you tap the tip of your nail against the mask. Thereâs no intention on your part to cross his boundary but Jasonâs hands snap up to hold onto your wrists all the same.
You look into the white lenses of his domino, fingers buzzing along the corner of the mask closest to them. His mouth twists into a frown.
âPlease?â
You beg with the same ferocity a grieving mother once used when begging for her child back.
âYouâre asking for a lot.â
He lets go and he takes a couple steps back and you donât cry.
No, instead you swing your hands behind you. Clasping them together in a poor attempt to stop the buzzing sensation that travels from the tips of your fingers to take over your entire hand.
âMmm,â you incline your head. âWell. I did help a boy get over first date jitters with a made up song once. Let that same boy talk me through an entire dissertationsâ worth of his analysis of Their Eyes Were Watching God - as choppy as it was - because TWMS wouldnât allow him to present it in class. Let him skip going to that same school and cry to me for hours after the death of Gloria Stanson. Remember a knife hidden in the corner on the highest shelf in his closet, and I remember not revealing any of that when I gave his eulogy because he once asked me to keep the important things between the two of us. So you donât have to show me, but I think I make a pretty good qualifier when it comes to keeping this safe.â
You point straight to where his heart is tucked safely behind layers of gray armor before shrugging.
From the way his brows furrow over the domino you know heâs at least thinking about it so you step away to pick up your disregarded mask and stuff it in your waistband.
One blink. Six.
âYou remember Rena?â
In front of him again, you rock back on your heels. âMhm. And the âhow to tie a tieâ lessons me and Bruce walked you through even though you didnât wear a suit to that date. Remember that too.â
Jasonâs smile is crooked on his face but itâs nonetheless present as he makes a noise of agreement.
âIâd just wanted to spend time with you two, I was never planning on wearing a suit to go to the skating rink.â
âWe figured.â
Youâre rolling onto the balls of your feet when that small smile drops and he shakes his head.
âIâm not that same boy anymore.â
You take in the way he could raise his hand and so easily touch the ceiling without having to jump. You clear the phlegm from your throat.
âI can tell.â
Jason grunts and makes a general gesture indicating something somewhere behind you.
âAnd I got no interest in trying to live up to whatever fucked up embalment Bruceâs got going on with my burnt suit in that case.â
That suit. Bruceâs memorial. His warning. Your breath hitches as you think of the smell of crisped blood and methanol. If Jason didnât want to talk about it you sure as shit werenât going to.
âI will one hundred percent take that into account.â You keep it simple, rocking on your heels again. He wasnât asking for anything unreasonable so there wasnât really any debate to be had. âYou wanna be treated as you are? I can do that.â
Moments pass once youâve said your peace where Jason does nothing but stare at you. The only indication heâs at all alive being his shoulders still moving - and you are watching. Eyeing that tell tale up and down like your own life will end at its falter. The pattern is slow enough to come off as pacivity but the time between each rise and fall is too measured to be uncontrolled. Exactly three point eleven seconds one way and three point eleven seconds the other. Every time.
Then he sighs, curses, and the little veil of dissolvent for the adhesive that adheres the mask to his face is in his hand. A different vial and color than when he was Robin; you donât know why you thought itâd be the same. Or why it makes your heart clench that itâs not.
Between one thrum of the fluorescent lights and the next Jason is peeling away the domino, and you would be lying if you claimed to know where it disappeared to after that. Too caught up on what heâd been hiding to track it.
Blue. Nothing more and nothing less. Just blessedly familiar, vibrant blue. Not the dull gray theyâd become by the time you were given the chance to put a gruesome sight of a child six feet under.
The âOh wow,â tumbles from you without permission and then thereâs zero hope for the waterworks youâd been holding back. The levee fails and youâre bawling before you know it. Barely holding back snot and who knows what else since you already feel like screaming.
At that point thereâs no carefully thought out sentence for you to spew, no more hesitancy, no more measured breathing, and linear thought. Just the crushing need to have him close to you again.
Youâre rushing forward before you know.
Wrapping your arms around Jason the next go around is both the best and the worst thing. You accommodate his new size faster, already writing over the ways he used to fit against you with the ways he does so now, but heâs still so stiff and heâs not reciprocating the hug either.
Maybe you should let go. You crossed the boundary too fast. Were too reckless. You literally have training on this and now youâre crowding him.
Okay, youâre pulling away. Itâs a herculean effort but youâre forcing your arms from around his middle. Youâve got to, you donât want to scare him off. Not when you just got him back.
Thereâs a soft âNot yet,â mumbled into your shoulder and then arms finally come around yours and you donât hesitate to snap your own back into place.
Heâs hugging you back.
You cry a little harder and bring one of your arms up to drape across his shoulders, pulling him closer. When you start rocking and Jason copies your momentum you press a kiss onto his temple.
âHi,â you stutter out. Another sob. âHi baby.â
Since heâs finally letting his arms wrap around you you donât hesitate to run dark fingers through the truly unruly mass of black curls on his head. His hairsâ damp - most likely from sweat - but cool. Probably being tempered by the cold air blowing into the room.
Itâs when you press a kiss to his forehead that you feel something else wet and your breath stutters.
âItâs okay. I got you, everythingâs okay,â you whisper.
âGod Ma-â his voice cracks and then you can hear the sobs heâs trying to muffle into your suit. âNo itâs not.â
âI know,â you sob. âIâm sorry- so so fucking sorry.â
You sniffle and pull away to see him better. Jasonâs face is flushed, his eyes wet, and cheeks streaked with tears shed. You hold your hands up to frame his face for a second time and run your thumbs through the tear tracks. His chest heaves as his body tries to regulate his breathing.
Jason clears his throat, gaze boring into yours. âHi,â he says.
You smile, finally beginning to map out his face. First you move to frame his cheeks, too feel the warmth in them. To see if they still feel familiar. They donât; you force yourself to accept that fact without letting it show in your expression, letting out a measured exhale before continuing. You find his jaw is more defined now too, cheeks devoid of the baby fat of five years prior.
From then on brushing your thumbs along his brows, over the bridge of his nose, traveling over his ears and skirting around his hairline - it all fills your mind with incoherent cheers.
Your thumbs hover over Jasonâs eyes and you hum when he closes them for you.
The skin underneath your shaved off pads is soft. The thin layer of protection allows you to feel how his eyeballs shift, to see the way his veins show stark under light skin, to clock the life thrumming through him.
It makes your heart feel so goddamn light. You canât stop smiling at the sight of him. Eyes still wet but clear.
âI feel like such a horrible mother,â you hiccup, hands slide down so you can once again cup his face. âI barely recognize you.â
Jasonâs breathing shakes nearly in tandem with yours and his eyes squeeze tighter shut, head turning away.
âDonât.â He takes a second to look up. Look right through you. Lashes wet and glassy eyes open, voice grating over his next words. âDonât blame yourself. Itâs not your fault. I donât blame any of you for that, but especially not you.â
What you want to do is argue. You shouldâve never let him put on that suit in the first place, one fucked up son shouldâve been the end of it. You shouldâve dropped the case you were working the second youâd heard heâd run away and you shouldâve found him. Instead you keep your thoughts personal, pinning them to your brain as if itâs a cushion so that youâll never forget, and pull your son closer. An action which he allows, resting his head on your shoulder.
âIâm glad youâre back,â you whisper into his hair. The way he instantly shakes his head makes the cool strands tickle your jawline.
âYou canât mean that.â
âIf I didnât mean it I wouldnât have said it, Jay.â
Jason tenses before responding, words spewing without warning.
âYeah except Iâve killed people, and I donât regret it, and Bruce hates that - and you probably do too - but his way isnât good enough. The people in this city deserve better so Iâm doing whatâs necessary-â
And that has you bristling. He must notice too because he stops short and edges away, face steeping. Caught somewhere between wanting to leave and wanting to fully kick start an argument.
âŚTBC
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! I had to split this bitch in two cause it was 5,000+ words and Iâm not in the business of under-indulging myself.
Listen, Iâve looked into it. Every mother/mother figure Jasonâs ever had heâs referred to as âMomâ, but me personally, I didnât grow up addressing my own mother that way so I wanted to play around with âMaâ (differentiate a little). What's funny though, is that Iâve read Dick referring to his mother as both âMaâ and âMomâ so thatâs fun.
⢠TWMS = Thomas Wayne Middle School
btw: if youâd like to leave a comment Iâd very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I wonât respond.
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