#stuck-in-the-middle youngest jason

[raps-hellion]

something about blonds (family photo)

[franollie]

Stephanie to the Batfam is like a longtime family friend that's so intertwined with each of their lives for so long she's not NOT family.Y'know?She met them through dating a male Batkid but ended marrying a female Batkid after years of best friendship with her and she's basically the youngest Batkid's reluctant babysitter that got stuck with him but after some light tustles he sees her as a big sister and she sees him as a little brother and she knows the eldest Batkid well enough to be on good positive terms with them and call eachother friends even if they don't talk nearly as much due to the massive generational difference and she's buds with the middle child on common ground(Duke)and i know you don't like Jason and Stephanie much less like i do so i'll put him in 'weird older Batkid she finds annoying but tolerates because this ain't her relatives' and she's even close to the other big Batfam family friend(Babs)and bonded with the baby of the bunch's middle schooler romance ahh girlfriend(Maps).Bruce ain't Stephanie's dad but she's not NOT Batfam,y'know?????Idk i'm just spitting since it resonates with me as somebody with multiple non-blood family members i grew up with and i am that too others too and a Stephie kinnie so i wanted to share

im at the point where im so far removed from batfanon batfam that i forget that this isn't the generally accepted/agreed upon batfam

it all revolves around cass to me so yeah. steph's 100% part of the batfam

[black-cat-luck]

Heys can you write the bat boys magically get put (stuck) in their robin costumes and have to go on patrol with them on 🫶🏾

OH YES I CAN

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When the gold smoke disappears around them, everyone still coughing and covering their faces, the first thing any of them notice, isn't that the assailant they're fighting got away, it's that none of them have pants on. "Oh my god." Dick gasps as everyone yells in horror, looking down at themselves.

"WHY AM I NOT WEARING PANTS!" Damian's voice brings all their eyes to him; and when he notices their stares, he quickly covers himself with the cape on his back. "Is anyone de-aged?? Everyone get over here!" Dick quickly jumps into action, grabbing three yellow capes and yanking them to a corner. The petty robber they were fighting is already gone, and they have much bigger things to worry about, specifically the fact that none of them are wearing pants.

"What the hell kind of magic is this!" Jason sneers, using his own cape for cover as well. "Okay we all seem to be fine, no age differences, no personality differences. Did that seriously just make us all wear my old Robin costume?" Dick puts his hands on his hips to overlook the four of them. Jason and Damian look murderous, Tim looks embarrassed. "How would that even work? That's too specific of a spell, maybe if it was our old Robin costumes too, but how could they make it just yours? Why?" Tim thinks out loud, frowning as his cheeks turn red, Dick is smiling when he looks back at him. "Get rid of the grin dickhead." Jason snips, and Dick giggles. "I can't help it, our Robin's look so cute!" He says, earning groans from the youngest two.

"Oh let me have this I never got to see either of you in my suit." Dick huffs as Damian shoves past him, still wrapped in his cape as he shuffles toward the door. "Robin wait we need to go to the cave together!" Dick calls, looking over his belt for his beacon, Tim wordlessly reaches over and presses it, making Dick grin again. "I love you, you freaky little stalker." He giggles as Tim groans in embarrassment and walks away. "Get a grip." Jason says, but Dick is still happy, skipping over to where Damian stands, ears red and not looking at any of them as they wait for the Batmobile to come to them.

"Well, that certainly is a sight." Alfred says as the four boys climb out of the car. "Aren't we cute!" Dick says. "We should've checked him for a de-age curse, sounds like he's been hit." Jason grumbles as Dick glares at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm having a great time; this was my costume, I haven't worn it in years! And seeing all of you guys wear it is awesome." He says, looking to where Damian is already yanking the suit off. "You could've given it pants, it's effeminate and embarrassing." He sneers, Dick only rolls his eyes. "I was eight when I designed it, and Robin was built around me, so you're welcome." Dick says, watching as Damian successfully frees himself, he grabs one of his backup Robin suits and starts to put it on.

It's silent as everyone watches, as soon as his suit is fully on, it transforms right in front of their eyes to the Robin suit. "You have to be kidding me." Damian sneers through his teeth, yanking it off again, he grabs his hoodie and sweats he wore earlier before patrol, as soon as they're on, he's back in the Robin suit. Both of his own suits still lay on the floor, looking normal and unbothered. "This is a little less funny now." Dick admits, looking to the other two; who look furious. "I can't wear ANYTHING??" Jason yells, and Tim groans, holding his head in his hands. Dick pries at his domino mask. "This at least comes off!" He says, cringing as Jason's murderous glare pierces him.

"What. Happened." Bruce's voice startles them, they all turn and see him standing in the doorway, he's still in a robe, gauze visible underneath as he holds his middle, eyes darting from one boy to another. Damian has started stabbing the practice dummies to let out his anger. "Hey B! We got spelled." Dick says, gesturing to himself. "And the spell...Put you all in the old Robin suit?" He asks, Dick nods, rocking on his feet as he fights back another grin. "Sure did. Dami's already tried changing, but anything we put on becomes this, aren't we adorable? Look at Tim and Damian in the suits it's so cute." He says, hands showcasing Tim, who hides his face in hands, groaning in embarrassment. "I added pants to the suit for a reason." He whines, still covered by the cape. "I'll give Zatanna a call, ask Spoiler and Batwoman to cover your routes for the night, don't go back out there like that." Bruce says, though Dick can see he's amused.

"Make it quick, I'm dressed like a fucking child and I have shit I need to do." Jason sneers, Bruce's amusement becomes more visible as he looks to the second eldest. "I'm sure Red Hood's men would get enjoyment out of taking orders from an overgrown Robin." Dick says, making Jason stomp off, but with the green boots and the yellow cape, it only makes it funny to watch. Bruce nods his goodbyes to the others and leaves the cave. "It appears Master Damian's suit has remnants of the spell, I'll run it on our end and look for a reversal." Alfred says, grabbing the discarded suit on the floor as Dick sits down next to Tim.

"The suits not bad, just a bit embarrassing being this old wearing it." Tim says after a minute of silence, Dick is startled and faces him; before realizing what he'd said, and smiling. "Aw little bird you like the Robin outfit! Then why'd you change it?" He crosses his arms with a glare as Tim groans. "I was thirteen! It was already embarrassing, I just needed pants, I kept everything else original. But when I was a kid? I looked up to you and Jason in this suit, I always wanted to wear it." He says, and Dick hugs him. "I'm glad you like it, I always did want to see you in it." He says, ruffling the younger boys hair.

Both Alfred's testing, and Zatanna's, say they'll be stuck in them for two days. Damian and Jason are furious, but Tim and Dick are only mildly inconvenienced. Bruce has to make arrangements at Wayne Enterprise for Tim's sudden sickness making him miss those days, and Dick has a friend overlook Blüdhaven for him, but other than that they're doing just fine with the situation.

The table is painfully awkward as they eat breakfast. Jason and Damian have a permanent scowl, Tim's face is a constant shade of red, and Dick is totally normal about all of this. Jason and Damian have found ways to pin their capes shut around them so they're covered, and Tim fidgets too much with his so he just holds it or covers himself with a blanket. Dick just hangs onto the cape and wraps himself up in it.

"What are we supposed to do for patrol tonight?" Damian asks, stabbing extra hard at his pancakes as Bruce blinks tiredly. "Cass is still out of country, Kate agreed to help but Steph is busy, that's not enough to cover all our ground." Dick adds, "hn." Bruce glances at Alfred, whose eyes sharpen into a glare. "Still benched." Bruce shrugs, sitting back as he sips his coffee. "Oracle can cover the ground behind the scenes and direct Batwoman on where help is needed, Blue Bird said she'll take Damian's usual route." Bruce says. "I've got help in Blüdhaven, then we just need to find coverage for Tim's route and J-" "keep your nose out of my territory." The second oldest sneers, and Dick rolls his eyes, holding his hands up in defense. "You don't look as intimidating when you're 6'4 in the Robin suit bud." Dick chips back, Jason's glare sharpens, and Alfred takes the knife next to his plate before he can throw it at Dick.

"So about my route." Tim chimes in, smiling awkwardly as they all look at him. "Tonight's the big deal happening on the harbor you two were going to help me bust." He says, and Dick and Damian's faces fall. "Oh fuck." Dick groans, holding his head in his hands as Jason laughs at him.

"I'm going to kill you when this is over." Jason spits. "Get over it Jay it wasn't even my fault!" Dick whispers back hastily. They're on the roof of a nearby building, watching the drug deal happen beneath them. "I share sentiment with Todd, and will be stabbing you when I have my own suit back." Damian's voice crackles through the comm and Dick rolls his eyes. "Again, not even my fault." "All of you shut up it's happening." Tim silences them, and they all see the hand off. "I will also be stabbing Drake." "Now!"

The four of them come barreling down, landing on top of goons and kicking away guns before anyone can register what happened. "What the fuck?!" One of the dealers yell as Tim swipes his legs out from underneath him. "Yo I heard Harry got a spell on them but I really didn't believe it-" "that's fucking Red Hood!" The man is punched in the face before he can say anything else. "Not tonight." Jason sneers, knocking out another. "We're the Robins tonight!" Dick flips over one of them, wrapping his legs around him; and slamming him into the ground. "Behind you baby Robin!" Damian evades the hit and glares at him. "Robin four!" He defends making Dick giggle as he knocks another man out. "My bad! On your six Robin three!" It's a flying mess of bright yellows and green, four Robins taking them down within a minute.

Jason picks up the suitcase and shoves it at Tim, who groans under the sudden hit and wraps his cape around himself. "They recognized me." Jason huffed, kicking the unconscious goon. "They knew we got hit, doesn't take much to tell who's who when you know what four to expect." Dick laughs as Jason glares at him. "Whatever, let's get this fucking night over with." Jason spits, storming away as Dick rolls his eyes, tying up the last of the goons as Tim waddles with both suitcases in his arms, Damian follows Jason as Dick walks slowly behind the three of them.

They end up spreading out throughout the night. To their luck, it is a busy night and they spend a lot of time apprehending thief's, drug dealers, and muggers while dressed in bright colors as grown men. Tim stumbles across a bank robbery, and with a single signal, the other three are beside him within minutes. "This is gonna get messy." Dick whispers as they hear the glass crunching under the men's boots as they step into the bank they've just shattered the glass of. "No alarm, they disabled it, heavy guns." Tim notes out loud, they all stand up from their crouching positions at the same time. "What a perfect night for the Robins." Dick laughs as they grapple down, and into the bank.

The fight is almost effortless. "He's all yours Robin two!" Dick giggles as he flips out of the way, Jason punches the man he was fighting, knocking him out cold, and shoots a glare at Dick at the name. They fight together well, Tim swipes a man's legs out with his bostaff after he gets Damian in a chokehold, and Jason grabs the barrel of a gun and lurches it upward before it fires where it had been pointed at Tim's head.

Dick ties the thieves up effortlessly as his brothers ensure the safe is untouched and call for the police. "Grown men running around in a toddlers outfit, are you not embarrassed?" One of the men laughs as Dick squats near him, setting up one of his unconscious buddies. "Not at all." Dick smirks as the man scoffs. "What you think you can be your big age dressing like a little hero and Batman will like you and take you in? Think he won't bash your teeth in for parading as his dead boy?" The question startles Dick, who glances at his chest, staring at the uniform. This uniform was his, but the last Robin Gotham saw in it, was Jason. Dick glances over to Jason, his jaw is clenched, and he quickly turns away. Dick glances back to the restrained man, and before he can say anything, Damian whirs past him, punching the man. Dick gasps and grabs the boy, holding him back from attacking again. "You don't know anything you pathetic low-life! My brother made this outfit and it is an honor to get to wear it as the first Robin's had! And Batman thinks we're cute!" Damian shouts, Dick actually laughs as he locks his arms around the wriggling boy.

"He's right, you're lucky you got us and not the big man tonight, insulting us while we're spelled, he wouldn't be too happy about that." Tim whistles as Dick grins. "Oh and trust me, he is around. Better hope next time it is him you run into, cause when this wears off, Red Hood gets his guns back." He's grins mischievously, seeing terror take over the man's features. "Have a goodnight boys!" Dick calls over his shoulder as they leave. He sees Jason already on the rooftop across the street, and he and Tim grapple up to him. Once they're on the roof, Dick sets down a still violently angry Damian, who's brushing himself off and cursing in another language as he stomps a few feet away from Dick. "Cmon Robins." Dick swings his arm over Jason's shoulder. "Let's get home." He yawns, the sun is already beginning to rise, and they hear sirens getting close as they leave the scene.

The next night their patrols are covered, and they stay inside, counting down the last three hours until it wears off. Dick eats dinner with Tim and Alfred, the others sprawled around the house somewhere, all waiting it out.

When the curse lifts there's a chorus of groans in relief. Dick and Damian are already back in sweats and a sweater, having changed into something comfortable so that would be what they were wearing when it did wear off, whereas Tim never even bothered to change, so he's still in his Red Robin gear, typing away at his laptop. Dick mentions changing and Tim waves him off, saying he'll get to it. Dick smiles and stretches, wanting to go to sleep, but as he sees Damian sketching and Tim working away, something nags at him, and makes him walk the direction away from his room.

Jason is in the study Dick knew he would be in. He's sitting in the arm chair, staring out the window as the rain patters against it. He's still in his Red Hood gear, helmet sat atop the table. "Hey little wing." Dick says softly, walking further into the room, but keeping a few feet between them. "I'm fine Dickbird." Jason scoffs, Dick hums, shifting his weight. "I was so caught up about it being my Robin suit." Dick says, and Jason sighs, turning so his back is completely to him. "I forgot it was yours too." His voice is softer now, Jason doesn't respond, Dick watches him intently, unable to tell anything just by looking at the back of his head. "I'm sorry, for treating it like a joke, for encouraging us patrolling like that, I didn't think we'd be recognized, I..I didn't think at all." He stares at his feet for a moment, feeling guilt creeping up his spine. "I could've pushed harder against it." Jason's response startles him, and he looks up again, Jason's still facing away from him, but he responded, that was a start.

"It was nice to be Robins together for a night." He sighs, and Dick has to fight back a smile, waiting to see if he's going to say anything else. "It was a lot to be in it again at first. Couldn't stop remembering the last time I wore that suit was when I died." His voice is softer now, Dick holds his breath. "But I saw how happy it made you, and Tim and Dami really did look cute in it. It wasn't so bad." He sighs, turning to glance at Dick. "I still should've checked on you, and I'm sorry I didn't. Good thing it's over now." Dick tries to lighten the mood, Jason shrugs. "It was nice to be Robin with you Dickhead." He hums, and Dick smiles warmly, walking over and hugging him, despite Jason's complaints and pushing against him. "It was nice to be Robin with you. I know I wasn't so nice back then, but I feel different now, it was actually really nice to see all of us, to see the Robin we used to be, to see what Robin has become." He hums, and Jason nods. "The Robin you used to be, it's all because of you." He murmurs, blushing as Dick hugs him tighter.

"You're still my Robin Jay, always will be." He sighs, finally letting him go from the hug, despite still smiling as Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright well I'm glad you got your two nights of enjoyment, you'll never catch me without pants again." Jason huffs, shuddering as he pats his thighs, where the jean fabric covers them. "Good idea, grown men don't rock it like little kids do." Dick smiles as they walk out of the study, Damian and Tim are still lounging in the sitting room, and Alfred steps out of the kitchen, smiling as he sees them. "Well my boys, you've survived your little spell, I thought you deserved a treat for being so brave." Alfred teases, bringing out a tray of cookies. "You're a god send Alf." Jason sighs, flopping down on the couch and taking a plate of cookies for himself. Neither Damian or Tim look up as they're handed some, and Dick sits on Jason's legs, thanking Alfred. "You're heavy." Jason complains, getting one leg free and kicking him. "You're heavier." Dick mocks, sitting back and turning the tv on. "And you're stuck now so we're watching a movie." He hums, earning grumbles of protest, but nobody actually fights him.

"What're we watching?" Bruce's voice startles them, and he sneaks a cookie from Tim's plate. "Still deciding." Dick replies, mouth full. "Well I can say I'm glad to see you all in your normal outfits, Tim why are you still suited up?" Bruce asks, eyebrows furrowed as Tim shrugs. "Didn't bother to change, didn't matter when I could only wear one thing." He replies, not looking up from his work. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you guys as Robin. It was bittersweet to see you in it again." Bruce smiles warmly at Dick, who smiles as well. "It felt nice to be Robin again, even for just a few days. Never thought we'd all get to be Robin together." He says, nudging Damian with his foot, who scoffs and shoves him away. "When you all weren't attempting to stab one another, it was enjoyable to see you all as Robin again." Alfred adds, walking over toward the mantle, "it's not like we were de-aged, I was a grown man in a leotard." Jason grumbles. "But you were Robin." Alfred says, setting a picture frame down, before walking away. Dick has finally chose a movie and watched it load up as they all glance at the mantle, seeing a new picture none of them saw even be taken, four Robins standing together, Bruce in the corner smiling at them. Batman and his Robins, Bruce and his sons.

Even as the mantle passes down, they will always be Robin.

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this was sooo fun to write thank you for the request!! I love my Robin boys and their brother dynamic <3 hope you enjoyed!!

[iicheeze]

IDIOT'S UGLY BOOTIFUL FAMILY

girl || Haley [Last Name]

eldest sibling of the [Last Name] family

has anger issues

also has a massive ego

likes to takes selfies but somehow hates getting her pictures taken without permission becuz it 'captures her bad side'

very selective when it comes to men

realized she's a lesbian when she almost had sex with a guy

what happened to guy you ask?

she slapped him and went off to get dressed and yelled that she's a lesbian becuz of him

poor guy

also has a girlfriend named Yuriko

Yuriko's a transfer from Japan and they met when they were working

is Yuriko nice?

i guess u can say she is cuz she's very wifey

will Haley ever propose?

probably

boytoy || Mark [Last Name]

youngest sibling of the [Last Name] family

narcissist

he's pretty and he knows it

sucks ass at sports tho

would be a lady hooker if he can, but [Name] taught him to be a woman respecter since apparently their mom isnt there to teach them how to

is bisexual

sucks at cooking so he always relies on [Name] to cook for him when their dad ain't home back in middle school and high school (since Haley only cooks for herself)

basically relies on [Name] a lot but not so much since he can work fine alone

he just likes companionship

degrading kink haver || Lila [Last Name]

the Aunt of the [Last Name] family (dad's side aka dad's sister)

yes she does have a degrading kink

just lives at a house right next to the [Last Name] residence but stops by often cuz bitch ass Haley won't take care of her siblings correctly

tried teaching Mark how to cook but ended up roasting the egg and its now stuck to the pan

yes

is a gambling addict

but when she wins some big money she'd invite Haley, Mark and [Name] to new amusement parks, shopping, etc etc

other than that a decent aunty

often asks Mark if he scored a lady's cooch cooch

he doesn't

hes a virgin

and Lila is very disappointed in that

dad || Jason [Last Name]

Father of the [Last Name] family

works as a car engineer

is NOT good with words

hated cats but when [Name] visited him with a cat in their arms, immediately bonds

is confused why [Name] is the only one with a Model husband instead of Haley or Mark having a spouse

(tbh he never expected the menace of the family to be happily wedded but good for u)

would be father of the year if only he just be truthful abt their mom

other than that hes a decent dad

cooks for the family, works for the family, (although grocery shopping would be hard but hes trying), and doesn't destroy his kids' mental health

good dad

(his pfp is from [Name], they sent him a cute cat named Maxwell from the internet and he kept using that pfp for almost a year straight)

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SUMMARY II in which, a sassy and bitter househusband, and his beloved, idiotic streamer of a lover got married! what a lovely occasion. now, for the married life in a newer, and bigger apartment.

PAIRINGS || Househusband Scaramouche x Gaming Streamer GN Reader

MASTERLIST || IDIOT GAMER!

FUN FACT !

this story takes place in China, Beijing.

the reason [Name]'s family names are American-styled, it's because Jason is a transfer from America to China for college. He met [Name]'s mom, Lian Hua, by being roommates.

since Lian Hua left the family to pursue her dreams, Jason decided to name his children by American names, solely because he wants to cut any Asian ties that's connected to Lian Hua herself.

he even moved from Shanghai to Beijing because of it.

[pentrologram]

Mistletoe and Mayhem

this is within the realm of that hcs i posted!

2.9k words

bruce wayne/gn!reader (reader and bruce are married and have been for over ten years)

cute couples, Bruce Wayne being shy, marriage and cute Batkids, Alfred appreciation, Christmas joy, Bruce Wayne being a little helpless at parenting his children

this was written entirely on my phone and not proofread. you have been warned

The night before Christmas was hell on Earth. Alfred had retired to his room at seven, because neither you nor Bruce could ask him to help nanny the eight kids within good conscious, not when they were so hyped up and Alfred had already done so much. You always helped wherever you could- Bruce was preoccupied with Batman and Wayne Enterprises, making him practically obsolete, so he wasn’t to blame about Mr. Pennyworth doing the most this holiday season. Such as wrapping all hundred sixty something gifts, decorating the entirety of Wayne Manor practically alone (Dick tried to help but just started showing off his acrobatic abilities in places he wasn’t usually allowed to), making Christmas breakfast the night before, stuffing the stockings over the fireplace, keeping said fireplace warm, and helping you keep the children entertained on Christmas Eve morning without Bruce and without the new fascination of Dick going on patrol as Robin to keep them entertained.

It didn’t go very smoothly. Damian cried and so did Cass and Kate had her noise-cancelling headphones on for the majority of the afternoon. You were overwhelmed, too and needed to call Bruce in just to tap out for a little while. He emerged from his office and started a snowball fight, just for your sake. You knew you’d be dusting snow off his stubble afterwards and helping him warm up after Jason stuck a snowball the size of his head down Bruce’s shirt.

Bruce had to yield, as it was nearing his time for patrol. You were on defrost duty, wrapping blankets around freshly showered children’s shoulders and then kissing your husband’s frostbitten lips back to their normal shade of pink. He drags you away from the children for a while, to your bedroom, whispering something about how he was still cold to you before he goes to change into his Batsuit.

That night, when Bruce came home from patrol and you had an odd half a dozen kids to put to bed together, you were starting to really feel Alfred’s absence.

You started with stories. You took the youngest four (excluding Jason- he liked to think himself older than he actually was. Cassie eagerly took his place, though) and let Bruce try to coerce the others to sleep from downstairs, giving you and the more cuddly kids some peace and quiet. Damian fell asleep easily on your lap before you even started to read and curled into a little ball. Cass almost threw him off and onto the ground while trying to put her butt on your shoulder, like she had seen a parrot do on TV. She got it, somehow, after a lot of shifting and prodding- right before, she very nearly tumbled to the ground, saving herself by digging her little fingers into your head and somehow balancing on your shoulder. Around that time, Duke came back with a book. Tim groaned, as the book was ‘If You Give a Mouse a Cookie’ and not ‘Molecular Anatomy 101’, but you just patted his hair and told him to try to sleep. He gruffed and grumbled and groaned but he did try to listen when you started to read.

Near the middle of the book, you had to take a break to shift Cassie to your lap, since she had fallen asleep and would’ve toppled over and hit her head on the ground if you kept her perched there like an half-asleep bird. She curled a little around her little brother, making you take a little break from reading to coo at just how darn cute your kids were.

By the end, Tim was asleep where he was sitting by your feet, leaving only Duke awake. You made a ‘shhh’ motion to him and carefully, quietly, picked Damian and Cassie up and gently put them over your shoulders. You put them in their beds and then circled back to pick Tim up and hold Duke’s hand as you walked to his room. You tucked Duke in as you usually did, and just as you were about to get up, his hands flew out and he clutched at your arm.

“Can I get another story?” He asked with his best puppy eyes.

“Duke… it’s late, buddy. You need to sleep.” You say, but you already know your answer when he cranks the pitifulness up to a hundred, those big eyes staring holes into your soul. You groan quietly. “Fine.” You say, going to his bedside bookshelf to pick a book. “But a short one!” You warn, and he cheers quietly. You come back with ‘Good Night, Moon’ and then you make him scoot over so you can lay in bed, too, because damn were you tired and damn was that rocking chair so not comfortable. By the time you finish the book, he’s half asleep. “Good night, Duke,” you say quietly, kissing his forehead before picking yourself up, putting the book away, and going downstairs to see what your husband was up to.

Downstairs, Bruce had Jason in a headlock. He was kicking his feet up and around haphazardly as Steph held up his knees, effectively turning her little brother into a battering ram against Bruce, who was holding in strong. Dick was on the couch, knees locked and ready to spring onto Bruce like those wrestlers who get up on the ropes of the ring to body slam their opponents. Kate was quietly sitting away from the chaos in a little reading nook by the kitchen with a cup of tea and a book. You stopped at the top of the stairs and everyone froze on the level below- except for Dick, who took the newfound quiet as the perfect opportunity to yell a battle cry and jump on Bruce’s back, forcing your husband out of his sheepish silence with a loud profanity as he tumbled forward, making Jason and Steph tumble, too. Kate snorts out a laugh from her corner. They end up in a pile on the carpet, Jason squirming his way out from the bottom, Steph complaining loudly about where her dad had fallen atop her pinkie finger, and Dick quickly scampering off of your husband’s back. Bruce huffs out in pain and pulls himself up, but not without shooting you another sheepish, apologetic look.

“This is you getting them to bed?” You say as you go down the stairs.

“Well- we were supposed to just throw things around, to get them tired. Then Jason started to climb things and-“

You cut him off with a gentle kiss to the cheek, which makes him deflate, a silly, tired smile on his face. You spare him from a lecture, not wanting to belittle his parenting choices right then, and pat his shoulder before getting down to business.

“C’mon, now. It’s bedtime.” You say to the kids, which makes Jason and Steph groan loudly. Kate puts her teacup away carefully in the kitchen and brings her book upstairs while the three others drag their feet up the stairs, trying to bribe you into letting them stay awake. Maybe it would’ve worked any other night, but it was Christmas night. So you forced the three of them- excluding Kate, as she said a gentle goodnight to the both of you and went to her room- to bed and gave Kate and Dick a good night kiss (she and Dick are the only ones out of the four who accept them anymore) before retiring to the master bedroom with Bruce, who was walking with a slight limp because of that stunt Dick pulled. You yawned- it was already one in the morning, and Tim would be waking the two of you at six for presents. It was predictable, really. He’d wake up really early (at least three in the morning according to Alfred) and then wait until six to wake you and Bruce to impatiently wait for the others to inevitably start trickling in. Dick would arrive after Tim, then Duke, then Cass, and then Damian would awake to the commotion and be grumpy about it so loudly that he’d wake Jason, and then Jason would bully Steph into joining him. Kate and Alfred always waited for everyone downstairs- Kate preferring the butler’s company over her loud, excited and impatient brothers and sisters. You weren’t offended, if anything, you understood, but you couldn’t say Bruce wasn’t. It always hurt him a little when the kids showed obvious signs of growing up or distaste to the two of you. Bruce had cried on your shoulder when Dick graduated middle school, when he had seen that not-so-baby-faced Dick in his cap and gown. You knew he was thinking about the future, how one day Dick would be an adult and leave. You knew he was dreading that, and you understood.

You got ready for bed, revolving around each other in a practiced way, weaving in precise, memorised ways since you just know the other that well, before retiring to the bed around the same time. After years of being together, you two had sort of unconsciously shortened or lengthened certain parts of your routines so you would always be in bed around the same time as the other. You were reflecting on this as Bruce slid into bed next to you, wearing his fancy, matching silk pyjamas that always reminded you of just how old money your husband was. You slide underneath his arm as he lays on his back (like a grandpa, you’ve teased before) and curl up as close as possible to his side. He adjusts his grip so he’s properly holding your shoulders and stroking a gentle line up and down your back.

“Goodnight.” He says quietly, his free hand turning off his bedside lamp.

“Goodnight.”

It doesn’t feel long at all until Tim pounces on the two of you, squirming right next to you since there was such little space between you and your husband. Bruce is already awake by then, gently rubbing your hair while you groan, awakened.

“Can we open gifts yet?” Tim asks, despite knowing the answer himself.

“No, Tim.” Bruce says. “We have to wait for everyone.” Tim grumbles in response. “Try to get some sleep, kiddo,” Bruce murmurs, trying to keep his voice low for you. You file his consideration under ‘things to swoon about’ for later. Tim huffs in response but cuddles closer to your side in an attempt to at least try. You yawn and lean closer to your husband, pressing a lazy little kiss to his jawline. He smiles and ruffles your hair before telling you to go back to sleep in a quiet voice, and you’re quick to oblige.

You manage to get a bit of shut eye until Dick sneaks in at 6:45. He takes his spot on Bruce’s side of the bed, not too close as he was a teenager and valued personal space but still close enough to make Bruce feel loved. He whispers a Merry Christmas to the both of you before pulling his phone out and tapping on it, presumably texting his girlfriend.

Cute.

You rest your head on Bruce’s chest before Duke comes trailing in with his Batman plushie, awoken from the lack of Tim in their shared bedroom. He grumbles quietly, complaining about being left alone, and then cuddles next to Tim before falling asleep himself. There’s a nice pause before Cass comes in, blinking blearily and looking like a sleepy kitty. You position her on your chest as she’s small enough for it, and then Damian comes in, pouting. He takes the space closest to his dad, between Bruce and Dick, and then a few moments later Jason comes in, dragging Steph with him. He cuddles Dick, who is still occupied on his phone while Steph gently scoots Tim away so she can cuddle you instead. Tim doesn’t care- he clings onto Steph in his sleep instead.

“That’s everyone.” You say. Bruce nods and then scoops up the littlest pile of sleeping kids (Cass, Tim, Duke) into his arms and then gets up, shuffling into his slippers. You get up, too, gently rousing the other kids, whispering ‘it’s Christmas!’ to them. That’s enough to wake them, as they take off running downstairs. You hear over exaggerated gasps as they see the Christmas tree, lit up, with dozens of presents underneath.

Honestly, you can’t blame them either. It’s beautiful. The Christmas tree is a story and a half tall, and though it’s a pain to decorate, it turned out beautifully this year.

“Merry Christmas, babe.” You whisper to Bruce as he sets the kids he had been holding down on the ground. They squirm out of reach to gawk at the at the Christmas tree, too.

“Merry Christmas.” He says, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

You’re eventually forced downstairs so you can watch the children open their gifts and give them ‘you’re welcome’ hugs. Of course, with it being such a big family, it’s practically impossible to make the littles hold off for that long when there’s presents- literally- with their names on them. So everyone goes ham, and for an hour or two, Wayne Manor is filled with excited shouts and loud ‘thank you’s.

When all has died down and the children are content with entertaining themselves, it’s time for the adults to swap gifts, which includes you, Alfred, and Bruce. Sometimes a kid will place themselves on your lap to see what you got, but more often than not, it’s a little private affair within your own little community of legal drinkers. You got Alfred a candle/tea/matching handkerchief set from a mom and pop store you saw on the beach while accompanying Bruce on a business trip this year, since he liked to keep candles burning while cooking dinner every night. You thought he’d appreciate the earl grey tea, too.

Bruce, however, is harder to shop for. What do you get a literal billionaire? You’ve asked him before and he’s always reassuring- ‘I’ll love whatever you get me, babe’ or ’doesn’t matter, babe, it’s the thought that counts’- but he doesn’t seem to know what he wants, either. You’ve asked the kids too and they just shrug and tell you something that they want instead.

You had just gotten to the shops when you saw Bruce’s gifts. You were really only there to plan a dinner with friends later that week, when you came by a Hot Topic. Ooh. You, obviously, were drawn inside by the very loud, akin-to-My-Chemical-Romance music and the smell of teenage angst.

You went in mainly just to amuse yourself, but lo and behold, there lay a whole shelf dedicated to Batman. Chuckling to yourself, you picked up a soft Batman plush (his mouth was downturned in the cutest little frown), a Batarang pocket knife (Batman would never be caught dead with it, but maybe Bruce Wayne would use it?) and Batman house slippers (to replace those posh satin ones he usually wears).

Alfred said a courteous thank you and a genuine smile, tucking the handkerchief into his suit pocket. He then handed you your gift- one of those ceramic angel children that seems like the sort of thing Alfred would have lying around his house if he had a house. He’s been giving different versions of them to you every Christmas since you and Bruce got serious all those years ago. You exchange a ‘thank you/you’re welcome’ hug.

Then Bruce opens your gift, and he lets out a choked laugh at the Batman memorabilia.

“What’s this?” He asks, sounding amused as he picks up the Batman plushie.

“Your gift!” You say. He laughs.

“Well. Yes.” He says, picking up the pocket knife and staring at it. “Thank you, babe.” He says, leaning in to peck your lips. He chuckles and then shakes his head before setting it aside and giving you your gift, suddenly bashful.

“I hope you like it.” Your husband says with a cute, vulnerable, puppy eyed expression on his face. It’s a small parcel, really, and it feels light in your hands. You give Bruce a reassuring smile and then open it.

Inside is a custom painting of your wedding day. You’re mid-kiss with Bruce, and the painting is light and colorful and cheerful. Bruce has a similar photo on his desk, but it was taken after the kiss, as the relative who had been instructed to take the photo didn’t react quite so quickly to get the photo you wanted. You weren’t mad- it was still a nice photo- but this painting was exactly what you had envisioned over ten years ago. You’re about to start gushing praises and thanks but Bruce cuts you off.

“There’s more.” He says and you blink before you keep looking through the parcel. Underneath a copious amount of tissue paper is another painting- one of the whole family, from last year’s Christmas. The camera hadn’t taken a single good photo that year- someone’s eyes were always closed, Dick fussed about his hair, Steph and Jason started fighting in the middle of the photoshoot- but this painting had taken the best parts of all the photos and made them into one complete piece.

It makes tears well up in your eyes. Bruce immediately looks panicked, and he’s about to start apologising, but you shake your head.

“Happy tears.” You say, and he nods before hugging you. “Thank you.” You say quietly.

“You’re welcome.” He pets your hair. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

[hanahaki-disease]

Basking in the Solace of Regret

Hell or High Water - Percy Jackson x DC crossover

Summary:

“You promised,” Percy yelled, hands holding tight to the backpack in his hand. His green eyes held an other worldly glow to them, a subtle light that was washed out in the warm light of the manor. The fresh tears that streamed down his cheeks reflected the manor light as well, but they went unnoticed by the older man. His back faced the child, one hand digging it’s nails into the hardwood railing of the stairs, the other fisted at his side. “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt us! Would hurt him! You’re a liar!”

CW: child loss & mourning, implied emotional meglect

To further your reading experience, go and read “Time Goes By So Slowly” in “Beyond the Farthest Reaches” before starting this one!

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Percy stared at the headstone but it didn’t seem real. How-How could it be real? It didn’t make sense. But here he was. Standing beside Bruce under the umbrella as the rain poured over them, making the ground beneath them squelch and the dirt beneath their feet stain their polished shoes. It thudded against the dark oak of the casket, hitting the flowers and made them dance. They shouldn’t be dancing.

He stared blankly at his bro—at Jason—at the casket as they lowered it. Bruce’s hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping him standing. His hands holding tight to him, as if Percy would disappear if he let go.

And Percy felt like he was. His big brother was dead. He was six feet underground, locked underneath oak and dirt, in a suit that’d he’d never wear. Curly hair styled completely wrong and still, so still. Jason was never still. He was always bouncing up and down, running the training course, climbing the trees in the backyard; Jason was like Percy and Percy couldn’t sit still.

And yet, his big brother was lying peacefully in his casket. The dirt covering him like a blanket for the final time. And Percy couldn’t hold back the tears when the last of the dirt was placed at top him.

He screamed and cried against Bruce’s arms as he tried to be led back to the manor. His arms wrapping around Percy’s middle, lifting him up when he kicked, holding Percy’s arms down when he punched and thrashed.

The ground rumbled beneath Gotham that night. It shook the city in threatening rumbles. Clanking glass and shifting the concrete skyscrapers. The water in the bay thrashed against the harbor, flooded the piers and nearly sunk the docked ships.

News casters around the world commented on the storms that plagued the seas. How the waves reached unpresented heights and the hurricanes that threatened to touch down. The sailors who held tight to their vessels and prayed to the old seafaring gods to stop the storms.

It didn’t stop for a while. The ground would shake every now and then, and the tides would rise dangerously fast, but who could blame them? A father and brother lost a loved one. It was only understandable that they coped with the loss.

“It’s your fault!” Percy yelled not even two months later, the summer creeping closer and Jason’s birthday soon after. He hadn’t even made it to sixteen, a few months shy but now he’ll never see the day. “You didn’t trust him! You’ve never trusted him!”

The youngest Wayne had been fed up with Bruce’s actions. How he seemed to retreat into himself, fingers inches away from a bottle and on edge every time Percy walked into the room. And he isn’t stupid, he knows that Bruce loved Jason more than he loved Percy, but it made him angry when Bruce brushed him off. Made him feel as if he was a barnacle stubbornly stuck to the bottom of the ship, one he couldn’t pry off no matter how hard he tried.

And he acted like he was the only one grieving. Like Bruce was the only one to have loved Jason and that Percy could never understand. But it was Bruce who didn’t because Percy was his brother, they came form the same mother, the same father (even if they never knew who he was.) The same blood that ran through Percy was the same that had run through Jason, and yet, standing in the foyer of the manor – the place he had thought he could call home – Bruce had looked at Percy as if he wasn’t his son.

“You promised,” Percy yelled, hands holding tight to the backpack in his hand. His green eyes held an other worldly glow to them, a subtle light that was washed out in the warm light of the manor. The fresh tears that streamed down his cheeks reflected the manor light as well, but they went unnoticed by the older man. His back faced the child, one hand digging it’s nails into the hardwood railing of the stairs, the other fisted at his side. “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt us! Wouldn’t hurt him! You’re a liar!”

Bruce didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge his youngest in anyway, shape, or form. It made Percy angrier at him. “Look at me! Look at me and tell me you’re a liar!” But he didn’t. He stood firm in his position, head tilted downwards and jaw tight.

“Did you even want me, or did you just want Jason?” Percy wiped his tears on his sleeves. “Was I just the extra you didn’t want? The child you had to take because Jason wouldn’t go without me? Answer me!” But Bruce stayed silent.

Fine by him! See if Percy cares, he was going to run away anyway. Disappear in the streets of New York when they went to their end of year field trip to the met. Maybe he’ll end up like Dick, settling across the country to be away from Bruce, because all their fights made sense now. All those screaming matches in the cave, their voice barreling down the manor halls like bullets – Percy gets it now. He just wished Dick was home, maybe Percy could have gone to live with him in Jump city with the Titans. But he wasn’t there though, he was up in space on a mission and wouldn’t be back till July and it made Percy’s heart sink. Knowing that his oldest brother, now only brother, was still blissfully unaware of the missing member in their ranks.

All because Bruce was too much of a coward to tell him.

He hoped the trip to the Met would clear his head, or give him whatever semblance of normalcy that came from a regular middle school field trip. He just wished that Tim was here with him, but he had to stay behind to go to an important gala with his parents. The news of Jason’s death hit him just as hard as it did Percy. Jason was his Robin, he was the reason Tim snuck out to take pictures and it was how they met. And it was no secret that Tim thought of Jason as an older brother figure because how close he was to Percy.

It wasn’t all bad though, Percy had Grover with him, and they got along just fine too. Grover transferred to Gotham Academy at the beginning of the new year, slotting in with all the weird kids that didn’t fit the societal norm of the upper crust of Gotham. Percy was one of those kids. And he will admit, Grover was a bit strange. He had a leg condition, so he walked every where with a limp and crutches, and whenever he got too spooked he’d freeze up like a goat. But other than that, Percy, Tim, and Grover made an interesting little trio in the halls of Gotham Academy.

The field trip was going alright, if Percy had to be honest. Mr Brunner was making it more interesting than it should be, talking more in depth about all the exhibits in the Greek mythology section. And Percy found it all fascinating, soaking up the knowledge like a sponge. He was so absorbed in the stele of the girl that he didn’t know that the group moved on without him. It wasn’t his fault that he could kind of understand what was written on it! Wasn’t it?

He didn’t think it was suspicious when the substitute algebra teacher pulled him from the stele to head back to the class. Didn’t think it was strange that they were going in a different direction. Didn’t realize he was in danger till she transformed into a manbat, demanding Percy to give her the “lightening bolt” or whatever that meant.

He used his legs to kick off her when her talon-feet grasped at his shoulders, lifting him into the air. It was a hard drop onto marble floors but he didn’t have time to catch his breath. Her claws scratched at the floor where he once was as he rolled out of the way. Percy didn’t have any weapons on him, and his panic button was in his (now) shredded backpack across the room.

Percy debated on weather he should even use the panic button, would Bruce get here in time if he pressed it? Would he even care that his youngest son was calling for help? Did Bruce even think of him as a son in the first place? He couldn’t get to his panic button if he wanted to and the ache rattling in his lungs kept him from calling out for Superman. He had never seen a manbat like this before, none of Bruce’s files mentioned them being intelligent enough for conversation, they were never sentient enough to think on their own. But this one yelled and screamed at him, it attacked and demanded he give it something Percy had no clue what it was.

He heard his name being called out to the side and the glint of something bronze in the air. He grabbed it without thinking, feeling the smooth pen shift and grow till he held a three-foot long bronze sword. It reminded him of the ones Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl had. A leather handle attached to a polished bronze hilt, the word “Riptide” embossed in the metal, written in Ancient Greek he couldn’t believe he could read. The blade curved in a leaf shape towards the top, wide and well balanced in his hand and he swung back. The air splitting from the sharp edge and making a woosh sound as he attacked.

The manbat erupted in a shower of golden dust, melting into the marble after a few seconds, but sticking in his hair and clothes. “It is not safe for you, Percy,” Mr Brunner said, Grover beside him, crutches held in one hand. “We must take you somewhere safe.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, but I’m not going back to Gotham.” He demanded missing the way the older man’s eyes twinkled and the giddy smirk on his friends’ face.

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Happy birthday to Jason Todd!!! He’s dead now!!🎊🎉

This is one of the worst bday presents but oh well

To further your reading experience, go and read “The Real Reason” in “Beyond the Farthest Reaches” !!

Edit: fixed some formatting that I had missed when I copied and pasted on here

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Random Head canons for Bravo team

Jason Hayes -

Growing up Jason resented his father. Even now there relationship was strained. So he was a bit of a trouble maker. Doing anything that he could to tick the man off. He skipped classes smoked even learned the drums just to spite him.

Ray Perry -

No one knew but Ray had pretty bad insomnia. It especially got worse after his shoulder incident. Then the explosion. He could barely sleep a week once he was back. Any time his eye's shut he could just see the boy's face in his head. The only thing that helped calm his breathing and mind was to see his own children alive and well asleep in there bed's safely.

Sonny Quinn -

Sonny was a theatre kid through middle school all up to high school. He was pretty good at it too. He remembered line's easily and could act better than most kid's his age. He also enjoyed the spot light. Many kids shied away from the attention but not Sonny. He was front and center.

Brock Reynolds -

Brock had a big family growing up. Four brothers and three sisters. He was the one before the youngest of the feud just before his younger sister. Not too mention the amount of aunt's and uncle's and cousin's he had. His whole family when together were loud and blunt.

Trent Sawyer -

Trent initially was planning to become a surgeon. He was even planning on what college to go to. He was going to become a pediatrics surgeon. But something drew him to the military. Part of him thought he was just going to go in and do his two years so he would have enough for college. But he got in and was stuck with it.

Clay Spenser -

Despite living in Liberia for most of his life Clay was a horrible cook. He could make toast and eggs but that was about it. He was also pretty bad about keeping his fridge stocked. He didn't see a point when he was just going to get spun up again. Then all that food would go to waste. So he ordered most of the time unless he was invited to one of the guy's house.

These dividers were made by @firefly-graphics

[nightofnyx8]

Thank you for tagging me @roseofbattles!

Greatest Hits of 2023

1. I got my first real job as a teacher! After about 100 applications and thirty or so failed interviews (that was fun eight months of doubting everything about myself), I was finally hired on as the choir and orchestra teacher at a nearby middle school. It has been such a whirlwind (especially seeing as I only took about six weeks of string essentials in college), and I have spent many long days crying at my desk after school. But oh, how I love my kids. They drive me crazy and crack the weirdest jokes and amaze me all at the same time. It's been a lot trying to breathe life into a dying program and I get a lot of pushback from kids who just want to sing pop karaoke all day, but they've grown so much in just one semester. It's crazy exhausting but I honestly would never want to do anything else. <3

2. Reading-I've fallen in love with audiobooks and reading real books again! I've gotten to read a variety of genres and I really feel like it's improved my writing. My favorite this year would probably have to be Eye of the Needle by Ken Follet (thanks to @puolain for the recommendation). I'm currently working through The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy and Red Sparrow by Jason Matthews.

3. Travel- I had the opportunity to go to NYC for the first time ever and met some really wonderful friends! I really haven't been able to go anywhere else, but my husband and I are saving up to go to Spain in the coming months!

4. Writing-I've been delving more into chaptered fics as opposed to one-shots, and I'm been enjoying it! It takes a lot more planning and dedication, but that urge to write an original work someday is always on the back of my mind. We'll see :)

5. Piano-I've never been the best pianist, but this year has given me time to really go from the plateau I've been stuck on for the last five years and I finally feel like I'm making some progress again. I'm excited to actually start accompanying my choirs instead of faking it with block chords most of the time.

6. I've really built up my private voice studio this year and it's growing quite nicely. It's kind of fun to teach middle schoolers during the day and then private high schoolers in the afternoon.

7. I was invited to join a semi-professional choir by a few of my colleagues, and it's been such a joy! We've gotten to sing at some beautiful cathedrals and were invited to sing at our state's choral festival alongside some collegiate choirs. Next season's looking to be pretty busy, and the first year we'll be paid to sing!

8. I had to do a lot of first-time "grown-up" things this year (apply for insurance and retirement, bought a new car, first time with a salary-based job, etc), and while part of me longs for that safety net of college, it's exciting to actually start my career and begin the next stage of my life.

9. I've been Journaling a lot more this year! It really helps me get my thoughts out at the end of the day.

10. My husband and I will be celebrating our three-year annivesary in May. He is such a nerd and likes to take me on walks to see exposed infrastructure, but he is such a good man and I'm excited to see where life takes us next.

Bonus: I'm hoping to really be kind to myself and my students in 2024. Being a new teacher is very overwhelming, especially as I'm the youngest teacher in the school and it's been hard not to beat myself up over every bad day. But next year also holds the promise of always learning something new and sharing it with the people I love <3

tagging @whateversawesome @klainelynch @neejmorp @puolain @wondrousmay and whoever else wants to do it <3

[joyglass]

morgann how are you enjoying hoo? any miscellaneous thoughts? that percabeth snippet you shared sent me right back into middle school 😭 i remember actually not minding rick’s third person writing, and enjoying it when it seem to be a problem for other people. honestly my qualms with the series was the plot but it did give me son of neptune so!!!

very big agree. i actually prefer third person!!! also im on the TOA 😭😭😭 i finished the original pjo and HOO in like a week LMAO i kinda wish RR had kept it 3rd person for TOA. anyway so im just going to use this ask to word vomit everything that struck out to me rereading the HOO series

nico has skyrocketed to my top 3 favorite characters in this reread. i sympathized with him feeling like an outcast who doesn't belong to camp jupiter or camp halfblood. he's even stranded from the time period he was born in. i just think he deserves the world and happiness!!!! especially since he got so much flack from other people. like don't get me wrong i do think part of it was nico's own attitude of assuming the worst that got in the way of making friends but also. he's the youngest of all of them. and he's suffered unimaginable horrors. at least percabeth had each other when they were stuck in tartarus 😭 he is the saddest character to me. mom dead. lives out 70 years of his life in a magic casino. sister dies. tries to talk to mom and/or sister. neither or them answer him. makes one betrayal that he later regrets. except percy doesn't really forgive him even though he's plays a huge role in winning the titan war. figures out he's gay which is just another reason he'll be ostracized. goes to tartarus. gets put in a jar and almost dies. the seven have to debate on whether or not it's worth it to save him :/ gets outed by cupid. and that's literally not even half of it. i love him SO much. he can do no bad in my eyes. that's my son.

speaking of nico. his relationship progression with hades >>>> i do think RR somewhat changed some of it to make hades into a better dad. but i actually think hades has a better relationship with nico than poseidon does with percy. like i think ppl forget that nico actually goes to the underworld on a regular basis and eats dinner with his dad and extended family lmfao. hades also gave nico a zombie chauffeur AND told him that he'd prepare a room in his palace in case nico dies 😭 hades is just that Parent i guess

THERE'S NO ANNABETH ATHENA CONFLICT RESOLUTION AT ALL which i personally find annoying. i wish we had like one scene of annabeth with athena at the end of HOO. athena tells annabeth she's a failure of a daughter and basically curses her into retrieving the athena parthenos. she SUCCEEDS but falls into tartarus. they fight together but i need an APOLOGY from athena.

SON percabeth reuniting kiss scene is the scene of all time to me. nothing will come close to annabeth and percy making out and then annabeth judo flipping percy onto the ground. your favs could never.

jason jason jason jason jason....jason is MY greek tragedy. there's a reason why i think nico and jason work really well together and it's because they both know what it feels like to be untethered. nico is an outsider. jason has to choose between camp halfblood and camp jupiter. that scene where the skeleton's don't listen to him because they don't acknowledge him as praetor is such a full circle scene i loved it

also jason is the second most tragic character to me. he grew up without really knowing he was. his life belonged to hera before he could even live it. then she goes further by manipulating his memories so he can be a pawn in the war. i just think there's an inherent goodness to jason like there is to percy. he deserved a long fulfilling life :/

also. nico not being able to find jason's soul in the underworld. ouch.

i like leo despite ppl's opinions on him being annoying. i think leo's life is super sad and ppl forget that. every time there's a one liner from him about how he used to be homeless and sleep in the streets i feel so bad for him 😭😭😭

i hate leo and calypso im sorry. i dislike calypso but i would dislike her less had RR not paired them up together. love her attitude! do not love her relationship with a 16 year old. besides i don't even think they like each other 😭 (side note i feel soooo bad for leo in TOA when he talks about how his relationship with calypso and how he basically puts the onus of their relationship on himself :( he really deserves more than calypso nagging at him for being the person she supposedly fell for HE WENT BACK FOR HER!)

percabeth....there are no words to explain how much i love percabeth. they have cemented themselves as That couple. the IT couple. i do wish RR wasn't so obsessed with pairing ppl off in romantic relationships. but percabeth is perfect to me. percy literally worships the ground she walks on. and annabeth needs the levity that is percy. like im sorry they just complete each other. percy literally goes to HELL because he won't let her go alone. im sorry ur favs could quite literally NEVER.

nico and hazel's relationship is something very special to me.

so is nico and reyna's relationship.

so is nico and jason's

anyway you get it.

i rlly like how everyone just straight up acknowledges percabeth is the superior couple.

really wish we got a couple of scenes about the aftermath of HOO especially the relationships between the gods and their kids....i think it ended a little too abruptly!!!!

[throwntothevoid]

Batfamily Dynamics

Dick Grayson is the publicly acknowledged Golden Child that has eldest daughter syndrome and is trying to help his siblings break generational curses. Kid that Batdad uses as a crutch to pick up the parenting slack amongst the younger kids

Jason Todd is the rebellious kid that will casually call out all the hypocritical bullshit from angry Batdad in the most annoying way possible. Will swear up and down that he wants his family to leave him alone but secretly wants them to give a damn about him. Yes, he will shoot everyone here though

Tim Drake is the middle child people will forget to care about until he is doing something completely self distructive. If provoked is perfectly capable of destroying this family and then himself when the time is right. Please someone knock the kid out

Cassandra Cain is the privately acknowledged Golden Child. Batdad’s little princess and the only one to get away with murder. Both literally and figuratively. Also will provoke fellow middle child Tim Drake into destroying family for the drama. She’ll be the only one to escape

Duke Thomas has no idea why he is here. The only normal kid around here. Will stand in the background with fellow middle child Cassandra Cain and watch all the white people bullshit. No, do not ask him to join the shenanigans he likes breathing

Damian Wayne is the youngest most serious child adult in the family. The child that the eldest daughter is most worried about. Requires more patience than the rebellious child. He is the baby of the family and that is his get-away-with-anything jail free card and he knows it. Especially after he stabs middle child Tim Drake

Bruce Wayne. Is tired and trying. And is unsure if he adopted these children or if they adopted him. Now he is stuck here.

Alfred Pennyworth is a god that stoically cleans up the blood after the battle

[paulbunyanstatue]

“You are being ridiculous. Just give it up.”

“I will not,” Damian growled fiercely, glowering up at Jason with a look that could rival that of a madman. He was still clad in his Robin suit save only the cape, which he detached and dropped to the cave entrance as soon as he stepped out of the Batmobile. Despite a disappointed tisk from Bruce, the black cape remained in a crumpled heap by the passenger door, where it would stay for the few remaining hours of the night. Patrol with his father was boring that particular evening, giving Damian ample energy to waste arguing with Jason now in the cave.

“You are not stronger than me.” It was obvious Jason was trying not to laugh at the absurdity, which only infuriated Damian further.

“I am.” Damian snarled. “My training greatly surpasses yours. No offense, Father,” he added softly and Bruce rolled his eyes from his chair at the computer to the side. He still wore his suit, but his cowl was pushed back to reveal tired eyes scanning the files on the screen before him. “I was trained by my mother, my grandfather, and now my father, in case you have managed to forget. Therefore, I am far superior than you in every aspect. Including physical strength.”

“Funny you should mention your mom, kid-"

“Jason!” Bruce snapped and turned in his chair to glare warning daggers at his second child.

“I was just going to say, I was also trained by his mother,” Jason hissed back, but he couldn’t hide his obvious amusement. “And you, for that matter.”

“Your time with the League was more considered babysitting, Todd, since your brain was equivalent to a scrambled egg.”

“Damian,” Bruce sighed, rubbing at his temples with his pointed fingers and turning back to the computer screen.

“You’re insane,” Jason chuckled passively, and he thought Damian was going to screech like a pterodactyl at the dismissal.

Tim entered the cave from the main staircase digging the palm of his hand into his eyelid and chewing loudly on the tip of an empty plastic Go-Gurt tube. Bruce looked him up and down, taking in his pajama shirt and boxers with a frown. His hair stuck up in several directions, like his head had met a pillow for a short time before he got up again.

“What are you doing down here, ziskayt? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bruce asked, voice low with a specific kindness he reserved just for his family.

Tim should have been in bed. He and Bruce made an agreement that Tim would stay in bed tonight and sleep before they worked intently together on a fast-approaching case the following day and evening.

Tim perked up with sudden intensity and approached Bruce with fast footfalls while ripping the yogurt tube from his teeth. His cheeks were only slightly pinkened at the endearment Bruce called him, as it was one his grandmother used when he was very young. “Well, hang on a sec, B. I actually had to come down here and inform you of a break through I found in our case. Check this...” he unfolded the stapled packet of papers previously tucked securely under one arm, and he smoothed it out over the table in front of Bruce. The man listened silently while Tim quickly explained his findings, leaning over the table and occasionally pushing the bangs back from his heavy eyes. Tim’s hair was longer now than it had been when he first became Robin at thirteen, to the point that he sometimes pulled it up into a runt of a ponytail just to keep it from cutting irritatingly into his eyes.

“Very impressive,” Bruce murmured after the presentation, picking up the packet for himself and flipping through the discoveries. Tim beamed and hopped up onto the computer desk, sitting down next to the monitor and facing Bruce. He returned the plastic to his mouth and chewed aimlessly, watching Bruce for his next instructions and kicking his legs lightly. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Jason speak next.

“I bet you can’t even lift Tim,” Jason planted his hands on his hips and smirked, knowing exactly how this challenge was going to end.

Tim wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows. From his perch on Bruce’s desk, he quickly intervened before this developed further.  “No, no. Absolutely not. I am not getting involved in-“

“Too easy. Drake maintains atrocious self-care habits,” Damian interrupted with an eye roll directed toward Jason, acting as though he didn’t hear Tim at all.

Tim frowned at the blatant insult to his person, and lifted his arms up with irritation. “Hey, wait a sec-"

“He’s far thinner than he should be. That’s way too easy. Pick something harder,” Damian demanded, pointing an aggressive finger at Jason and nearly growling.

Tim scoffed and muttered, chewing furiously on the plastic, “Bruce, your kid is out of control. You should consider muzzling the mashuganas whelp.”

“Timothy Jackson-“ Bruce reprimanded and reached up to yank the Go-gurt tube from Tim’s mouth. The plastic ripped from his lips with a pop and left behind a surprised O-shaped mouth in its wake. Bruce crumbled the garbage and tossed it into the trash can tucked beneath the desk.

“He started it, didn’t you hear what he said about me?” Tim asked in bewilderment, still spinning after receiving the dreaded middle name.

“I did hear him. And shouldn’t you be in bed now?” Bruce repeated his earlier question with an eyebrow ticked in curiosity.

Tim wrinkled his nose. “I will. But I was hungry and also I had to tell you about this case first, and-" Bruce leveled a warning look at him and Tim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “Point stands, he is being a mashuganas whelp.”

“Drake, you should learn to keep your opinions to yourself and save us all the wasted time of listening to you speak,” Damian snapped in defense, fists clutches firmly at his sides.

Tim laughed loud and harsh at that, a sound that felt grating in Bruce’s ears with the onset of a headache. “I should keep my opinions to myself? Have you even heard-“

“Boys, that’s enough,” Bruce demanded, voice low and holding up a hand to cease all arguing. The only sounds resonating in the dimly lit cave were the quiet snickers of Jason, muffled by his own hand pressed firmly to his mouth. “I am going upstairs now.” He faced Damian with a serious eyebrow raised and stated factually. “You have school in the morning. And you,” he faced Tim, who was silently chewing on the inside of his cheek in the absence of his Go-gurt tube, “will be staying home from school tomorrow because you obviously have several hours of sleep to catch up on yourself." When Bruce found out that Tim had dropped out of school during his unfortunate leave of absence, it took him nearly an entire month of near-begging and vague threatening to get Tim to go back. Once Alfred got involved and asked Tim in the kindest, softest voice if he would please consider finishing high school, Tim was unable to refuse. "I expect to hear both of you upstairs and walking into your rooms within the next fifteen minutes.” He stood up from his chair and walked toward the cave entrance with long strides. “You do not want me to come back down here and collect you, trust me.” And without another word or a look back at the stunned faces left in his wake, he strode into the locker room to change, and then reappeared just to walk up the stairs.

But Jason wasn’t quite finished yet. “I can pick up Tim, Damian. Prove to me that you can and I’ll admit that your training was ‘far superior.’” He crossed his arms with a smirk, and Damian could no longer deny the thrilling desire to annihilate his brother in this argument.

“And that I am stronger than you,” Damian demanded and Jason agreed. “Fine then!” He threw his arms up and spun toward Tim, who scowled deeply and shook his head in response. “Oh come on, Drake. This will only take a minute. Might as well make your time down in the cave useful, for once.”

Tim scoffed and slid off the counter. He flipped his middle finger up in an insult directed toward Damian and stalked off toward the cave exit, following Bruce’s path to the main part of the house. Before he reached the stairs, Jason appeared next to him, grinning hugely like a villainous cartoon cat and wrapping a halting hand around Tim’s wrist.

“No, Jay. Stop it!” Tim hissed and tried to pull away, but Jason ducked down and scooped him up, holding him tightly in a bridal hold. “He can’t carry me, this is a waste of time.”

“Lies!” Damian protested.

Jason ignored Tim and approached the youngest. “You have to hold him for thirty whole seconds. Count starts as soon as I let go. Ready?”

Damian straightened and raised his chin, nodding with confirmation and reaching his arms out in preparation.

“Jason.” The last-second plea fell on deaf ears as Jason bent forward and delivered him into Damian’s arms. The transfer was shaky and Tim grasped at the collar of Damian’s robin suit, wishing to drag the brat down to the floor with him when he would inevitably end up there.

Jason stepped back and waited, smirking.

Tim realized with an eye roll just how annoyingly close to the ground he was in the arms of the child, but his grip didn’t loosen based on principle. Damian was huffing quietly, redness tinted his cheeks.

“See, Todd?” He hissed through teeth clenched tight with effort. “Easy.”

“Sure, bud,” Jason snickered. “You make this look so easy. Twenty seconds left.”

“This is a bad idea,” Tim muttered as he felt Damian’s legs shake beneath his carrier.

“Fifteen,” Jason announced, watching with raised eyebrows that Damian misread as surprise, when instead he was waiting for the expected result. “Ten.”

Tim grimaced, bracing himself for a hard landing. At Jason’s announcement of five seconds, and right on his expected schedule, Damian’s legs buckled and he fell forward, dropping Tim to the ground and landing with his sharp knees digging ruthlessly into his brother’s side.

Tim huffed and slapped his palms to the cold ground beneath him. “Shocker,” he murmured sarcastically and stood up, pushing Damian off of him in the process.

“That landing was pathetic, Drake. No wonder Grayson chose me,” the kid growled, wiping at the suit covering his knees.

Tim’s mouth fell open in response, a hurt crease created between his furrowed brows. But before he could respond, Jason reached out and lightly smacked the back of Damian’s head, sending him a furious warning look.

“The brat is only joking, Tim,” Jason confirmed quickly. “He’s just lashing out because he’s angry that he is the weakest person in the room.”

“The room? Absolutely not, I demand a do-over! I know I’m stronger than Drake.”

Half an hour after Bruce’s departure from the cave, he groaned dramatically under his covers. He never heard his children walk past his door and retreat to their own bedrooms. So now, due to his thin-veiled threat, he had to go get them. He threw the covers aside and heaved himself from the mattress with a grumble. Upon walking down the cold steps to the cave, he heard loud shouts that he was unable to decipher. His feet quickened on the tile until he reached the bottom, where he froze and watched with an irritated, and slightly amused, frown.

“Damian, lift more!” Tim shouted, his arms tucked under Jason’s armpits, and straining to lift his top half to Tim’s bellybutton. Damian held Jason’s calves on his shoulders and was groaning near-constant.

“Focus on your own side!” Damian cried out, more desperate than Bruce has heard from him. Damian pushed his palms up against Jason’s calves but they hardly lifted.

“Ha!” Jason crooned, sounding comically relaxed compared to his struggling brothers. “Told ya you two couldn’t lift me above your heads. My weak, baby brothers.”

Damian growled at the taunt and Tim laughed, his shaking arms dropping Jason’s top half an inch closer toward the ground before he recovered again.

“Boys!” Bruce snapped and looked at their frozen forms with narrowed eyes. “I told you to go to bed. Come up here right now before I carry all three of you up.”

They gracelessly released Jason to the floor, who landed with an “oof” that brought a chuckle to Damian’s throat and a twitch to the corner of Bruce’s mouth.

Tim and Damian fell in line to follow Bruce up the stairs when Damian asked, “Father, can you really carry all three of us at once?”

He did.

:) From my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32502511/chapters/80612944#workskin

[charleslucid]

We’re all broken

Chapter 6

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

“Max can you stay for a second?”

God Steve has never seen her glare at him with so much annoyance. She looks like a feral animal ready to latch her claws onto his face at any moment. Especially with her hair which is much more frizzy than usual like she didn’t have time to do it this morning. Her eyes look a bit more heavy than usual too, along with the dark circles under her eyes that tell Steve she didn’t get enough sleep last night.

“What do you want?” Her venomous tone almost makes him flinch.

“I was just wondering if you’re okay. You look like you didn’t get any sleep last night and your a bit grumpy.” They both knew grumpy was an understatement. She looked pissed. She looked angry. She looked like she could kill someone with just her eyes.

“It’s none of your business Steve. I’ll be better tomorrow. Just fuck off.” And with that she leaves, slamming the car door even harder than when she first got in.

He watches her walk past Dustin who was waiting for her outside the car. Dustin throws Steve a confused glance which he responds with by shrugging. He also happens to catch glance at Jason and Jessica Hagan who as always are sticking together as they walk inside the school.

Steve takes this as a sign to get going, exiting the parking lot and driving in the direction of Tommy’s house. When he was younger he always thought it was cool how Tommy had so many siblings. Fourteen year old Matt who is just 3 years under Steve in age with his bright green eyes and blonde hair. Then the previously mentioned twins— who are two years younger than Matt —Jason and Jessica. Next you have Shelly a nine year old albino with a lazy eye and a heart of gold ( Steve remembers when he first met her and thought it was awesome how her eyes were red ). And finally the youngest which was Marvin. He can remember getting a call from Tommy, the freckled boy telling him that he was getting yet another sibling. Steve was a bit confused on why Tommy wasn’t very excited but he understands much more now. He understands what it’s like to have to watch out for a group of kids. Of course his Tommy has it harder since it’s more constant for him.

He finally pulls up to the Hagan residence parking on the curb. He stares at the house, a new wave of nervousness crashing into him. He hasn’t been to this house in almost a year. It hasn’t changed much, there’s still a basketball hoop hanging off the side of the house. A small pink tricycle that’s missing one of its wheels just sitting in the bushes. And finally a random tire that has 2 foot tall grass growing out of the middle sitting near the start of the curb.

He steps out of his car walking up the driveway, he almost feels like he’s taking a walk or shame. He feels like he doesn’t belong here. When he gets to the door he hesitantly brings up his fist and knocks, ignoring the doorbell that has been broken for years and probably will never be fixed.

The door opens with a nostalgic creak, one that has been dug into his brain, associated with the giggling on small children and the smell of sunflower petals that’s trying it’s best to cover up the odor of alcohol and marijuana.

Tommy stands in the door way just like when they are kids. Except they’re not kids anymore. Except Tommy doesn’t have a large smile sitting on his face that could easily put anyone else’s grins to shame.

Steve can tell Tommy never got ready this morning. His hair is stuck on end, he’s wearing plaid pajama pants and an over sized T-shirt that’s frayed at the seams. But despite the fact that he’s in what would usually be considered night wear for him, he looks wide awake.

“Hey Stevie- I- I didn’t think you were actually going to come.”

And there’s his signature stutter. The one Tommy is great at hiding when in public but terrible at hiding when alone. It’s something Steve knows Tommy hates about himself which is why he’s never made fun of him for it. Tommy in return doesn’t make fun of the fact that Steve has trouble with reading.

“Yeah well I thought about not coming but my curiosity got the best of me. Especially when I could hear Billy Hargrove in the background.” That was a lie. He couldn’t actually hear Billy but he knew he was there. He heard Tommy telling him to shut up. He heard the low sound of a fist softly hitting an arm. He knew he was there.

“Yeah a lot of stuff is- a lot of stuff is happening right- right now. Y’know?” Tommy nervously laughed before continuing, “So you can- you can leave now.”

Steve shook his head, “No I don’t think I will. Cause I kinda want to know why the girl you asked me to pick up looked like she was going to pull out a knife and stab anybody who tried to talk to her.”

He got a sigh from Tommy in response, followed by the shorter teen stepping out of the doorway and motioning for Steve to come in. The inside of the house— like the outside— also looked pretty much the same. A basket of toy cars in the corner, next to it being the basket of stuffed dolls. The pile of shoes by the opening to the kitchen, along with a paper checklist taped to the wall next to it asking ‘Did You Get All Your Stuff?’ with different things under it that you would usually need for a a school day.

There was one thing that changed however. That thing was Billy Hargrove. The buff blonde was sitting on far left of the couch looking at him with his usual annoying and cocky smirk. Except there was also something that changed about Billy too. Like Max he had frizzy hair, heavy eye lids, and dark circles beneath his eyes. But unlike Max he was sporting a partially healed black eye, light bruises on both his wrist and neck that looked like someone had grabbed him, more bruises peering out from under the shirt he was wearing, and what Steve was pretty was a sparkly princess bandaid underneath his eye.

In short. Billy Hargrove looked like absolute shit. And for some reason this worried Steve. Especially since this also somehow stemmed to Max.

But of course Billy acted none of it existed, “What are you doing visiting the poor side of town princess? Shouldn’t you be in your castle? Or did you sneak past the guards so you could hangout with the peasants?” Figures. The first thing he does is insult him.

Steve scoffs in response, “Actually I just wanted to see what you had to do that was much more important than taking your step sister to school. It looks like you got into quite the fight actually.”

“No Harrington it actually more like quite the fuck. I went so hard on your Mom last night that your dear old Dad heard and beat the shit out of me. It was worth it though to hear her call my name.”

He went to retort but was cut off by Tommy, “Hey guys this is really interesting. But I- I have a feeling this might turn from verbal to- to physical and I don’t feel like cleaning up blood.”

Billy and Steve nodded in response, but instead of also choosing to stop talking Billy head to speak, “Of course freckles, me and Harrington will just take this out back.”

Steve could tell this was supposed to be some sort of joke but Tommy was definitely to stressed out to tell, “Nonononono Billy, please don’t do that. You’re- No you’re already hurt and I haven’t even checked him for a concussion- Oh shit. I haven’t checked you for a- for a concussion. Fuck fuck.”

This reminded Steve of the fact that Billy looked like he had been pelted by a bunch of baseballs. His gaze was torn away from the spot on the couch where Billy was once sitting to where the blonde was now. Which was next to Tommy patting him on the back trying to explain to the poor teen that it was just a joke and he should probably take a nap.

And that was definitely something Steve and Billy could agree on.

Next Chapter

[peterxwade24]

Waynes Stick Together

For Maribat March 2021 day 13 prompt Reverse Robins (sort of. if you squint hard enough).

I reversed most of the bat kids' ages, making Dami (who's canonically the youngest) the oldest while Babs (who's canonically the oldest) the youngest. I also threw in some Daminette and I made Daminette the parents to Carrie Kelley and Helena Bertinelli mostly because all I've ever seen of Carrie has been her and Marinette being close and like family.

I hope you enjoy it.

In another life, Damian would be conceived before Bruce finished his training with the League, born after he'd already left to return to Gotham. Damian would grow up amongst the League for a few years before Talia would take him to Gotham, leaving him with his father when she realized that he had the same defect as Bruce had. And so, Bruce became a father and Batman in the span of a couple weeks.

Alfred would simply sigh and make up a nursery for the newest addition to the family. Knowing that the family would grow again, and soon.

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When Damian was seven years old, Bruce brought home a boy from patrol. His name was Duke Thomas and he was two years old, he was skittish and unsure about being around Bruce and Alfred but around Damian? Duke calmed down and allowed Damian to ask him some questions. The first person Duke opened up to was Damian, the first person Duke accepted any sort of physical affection from was Damian.

Alfred made sure that the two had bedrooms right beside each other, knowing that Duke would eventually seek out Damian in the middle of the night. He would simply pretend not to notice when they would both walk out of Damian’s room in the morning, Duke wrapped around his older brother’s arm.

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A few years later, when Damian was eleven, the boy from next door Timothy Drake, who was only three years old, came to live with them because his parents died. The two boys didn’t get along very well, although at this point Duke, who was six, was beginning to branch off from copying Damian.

A few months after Tim arrived, Bruce brought home a shy little girl with blonde hair. Her name was Stephanie and despite seeming shy at first, she was rather inquisitive and followed the three boys all over the manor.

Alfred would set up two bedrooms across from Damian and Duke, one clearly more geared towards a girl. He would simply sigh and shake his head at his boy, but he would be glad that the home was filling up with not just child’s laughter, but also with love.

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Two years after Tim moved in, Bruce brought home another child. His name was Jason and he was three years old. He stuck to Alfred like glue, not trusting the four older kids. When he wasn’t with Alfred he was in the library, reading anything he could get his hands on.

Alfred set up a room for Jason, his room was on the other side of Duke’s, and made sure he had a bookshelf full of all sorts of books.

Six months after Jason was brought home, a tiny black haired girl appeared. No one was quite sure how she got in the house, but she stuck to Jason and Jason would physically get between her and anyone else anytime they tried to talk to her. She, like Jason, stuck to Alfred like glue because he was always nice to her.

Alfred set up her room on the other side of Jason, making sure to unlock the door between the two to give them easier passage between the two rooms. He would also make sure that both rooms had plenty of soft blankets and handmade afghans.

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When Damian was eighteen years old, he snuck out of the house one night and went to the circus, Haly’s Circus was its name, and all he wanted was to see the Flying Graysons in action. However, Damian wasn’t prepared to find a two year old boy amidst the crowd, and Damian wasn’t prepared to watch John and Mary Grayson fall as their wires snapped. Damian simply pressed the young boy, named Richard, against his chest and pressed his hands over his ears so the boy wouldn’t see what had become of his parents. Damian took Richard home to his father, calling the young boy Dick when he introduced the two.

Alfred set up the room on the opposite side of Stephanie’s with posters of the Flying Graysons in their prime. Alfred would offer the boy glasses of warm milk when he couldn’t sleep, despite knowing that Dick would eventually leave his room to join Duke in Damian’s bed because the two drew the most comfort from the older boy.

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Damian was twenty-two when his father introduced him to his youngest sister, a girl named Barbara who was only three years old. He smiled as he introduced his father, his siblings and the man who was effectively his grandfather to the love of his life, a beautiful Eurasian girl named Marinette.

Alfred set up Barbara’s room on the other side of Dick’s and set up the room at the end of the hall for Damian and Marinette, although he knew that all of the children would eventually end up there as they had all missed their oldest brother.

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Damian and Marinette were married in a quick ceremony on Manor grounds, with only Damian’s family and Marinette’s grandparents in attendance. The wedding seemed rushed because it was. Marinette’s Nonno Roland was quite set in his ways believing that a child born out of wedlock was a bastard even if their parents were married afterwards.

Their first child was a girl, named Carrie, who was the light of her parents’ eyes from the moment they saw her. Their second child was another girl, named Helena, who only went to show that love is limitless.

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Bruce’s family was large, rambunctious and mismatched. They, however, always stood up for one another. When Duke found an article on an amateur blog denouncing his sister-in-law he immediately went to the rest of the family about it, making sure that Damian and Marinette weren’t informed of the article.

Tim and Barbara immediately got to work backhacking the blog, and were aghast at finding multiple articles all denouncing and slandering the woman who made their brother the happiest they’d ever seen him. They got to work removing the articles and writing a retraction, explaining the blogger’s idiocy in posting the original articles as well as apologizing for the articles.

They may not have always gotten along, but Waynes stick together, no matter the pedigree.

@maribatmarch-2k21

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #046

(from yesterday)

To whom did you last give the finger? Probably Girt, haha. But playfully of course. What song was last stuck in your head? "Rein raus" by Rammstein is a WILD fuckin ride but man what a jam Where did you last sign your name? Eye doctor. Who was the last person to whom you spoke on the phone for over an hour? Holy shit, I don't think I've done that since the night I talked to Jason's mom in the middle of the night... How was the last egg you ate prepared? Scrambled. Where was the last road construction through which you drove? Literally RIGHT at my sister's house, haha. The road was closed for some piping work, but since there was no other way to her house, we obviously were allowed to drive through. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? My dad. In what kind of car did you last have an accident? We had a van then. What animal did you last pet or hold? Pet, my cat. Hold, I think our dog. To what song did you last sing along? I have no idea. Have you ever wanted to watch a scary movie with someone JUST to have an excuse to be close to them? No; horror movies don't affect me like that. If your best friend liked your ex, what would you do? Idk, other than be upset. I do not want to date someone who's cool with how toxic she was to me as well as after the fucking message she sent me. Do you think you were well-raised? Yeah, for the most part. Is Thanksgiving an important holiday to you? Who did you spend last Thanksgiving with? No, I literally hate Thanksgiving bc its origins are gross. Mom and I always go to my sister's place, and her husband's family comes there too. Are you a believer in “signs” from the universe about things in your life? If you are, can you think of a particular example? No; the universe doesn't give a shit about me or anyone else. Does your mom like the last person you kissed? She loves him. If somebody tried to steal your best friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend, what would you do? ... I'm my best friend's girlfriend lmao Has someone promised you something and broke it? Yeah, although to be entirely fair who hasn't at some point. Do you believe that there’s good in everybody? Sure don't. Most people though, yes. Can you dry swallow pills? Only some, but I don't like doing it. Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of? Not just because of that, no. What’s the last reason you held someone’s hand? I think it was my youngest niece, making me follow her somewhere. I think. Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No. A very minor one did happen where I live when I was in the 5th grade though; I was on a field trip hours away though so didn't feel it. I totally remember activity just coming to a full stop at the zoo, though; everyone was suddenly on their phones, I'm guessing from family checking in. If you were in the hospital, do you think any of your exes would come see you? No. None of them would even know. What do you have in common with the last person you kissed? A lot. We like the same music, for one. We both love video games. Do you like being called baby? I don't HATE it if Girt says it, but it's definitely not high on my list of names I like being called. Have you ever slept in the same bed of the opposite sex? Plenty of times. What do you think of your best friend's ex? She cheated on him, so nothing good. Granted, this was over a decade ago, so I mean, maybe she's developed into a better person. What’s your favorite feature of the last person who kissed you? His smile could replace the sun. Probably be brighter than it. What bugs you about the last person you dated? Oh, you know, the whole "she's a Nazi" thing. Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you? He means the world to me. Have you ever kissed a brown eyed person? Everyone I've kissed has had brown eyes, actually. Well, maybe. I don't remember what color Tyler's eyes are. Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? Yep. Where did your last hug take place? My sister's house. Are you taller than your mom? No; we're basically the same height. Have you ever felt replaced? Oh yes. A feeling I will never forget that best encompasses the feeling in my experience is waking up one morning, going on Facebook, and seeing Jason was in a new relationship really not that long after we broke up. We were still "friends" on there at the time, but uh, not for much longer. Have you ever been tied up? Ha ha no. How many times have you been cussed out? At least once to my face. Are you anyon​e’​​​​s first​ love?̴ No. Well... I MIGHT be Sara's? I honestly don't know. Who’s the last person you called a bitch? *shrug* Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most? No. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Do you have more than one personality? No. Have you ever considered acupuncture? No. Do you prefer gory horror films or the psychological ones? Psychological, for sure. Who do you text the most, or do you like to text at all? I basically only text my mom. Do you have a favorite obsession? Oh jesus right now it is VERY strongly Rammstein lmao. My mom recently pointed out that she'd noticed I'd been playing almost solely them in the car lately and I was like........ girl you should be in my head when I'm NOT in the car lmfao they're like all I listen to now. How do you feel about Hot Topic? Love the place. Wish we had one in my local mall. What color was the last fish you had? I have zero memory of the last time we had fish as pets. Is there a garbage can in your room? What color is it? No. Does your animal sleep with you? Roman usually does, yes. Have you ever had to wear a hairnet? Yes, for the <2 hours I worked in a deli. Do you have any baby pictures of yourself on your computer? No. Do you eat onion rings? No. What is your favorite song to play on Guitar Hero or Rock Band? Absolute top of the list is probably "Hotel California" by The Eagles, like the ending solo especially is a blast on Expert, and "King Nothing" by Metallica is also a load of fun on that difficulty too. Who was the last person outside of family that told you they loved you? My boyfriend. Do you take any prescription meds? A disgusting amount for someone my age. Is your mum the type to pressure you to have grandchildren? Not at all; she expects no grandkids from me. What was the last video you added to your favorites on YouTube? I just checked and it's this fucking video of Rammstein's rhythm guitarist Paul fake crying in Till's arms because his pyrotechnic arm wasn't working lmfao he is so precious, protect this bean Who were the last four people to text you? Mom, my big sister, dad, then little sister. Do you have any morbid interests? Quite a few, probably most notably that I like to photograph roadkill. Been a long time since I've done it, though... I really should take my camera out again when I ride with Mom. Those shots were very well-received in the vulture culture community. Do you like potato salad? No. Do you enjoy being a tease? Haha not as much as when I was a teenager, but sometimes it happens. Who was the last person you caught lying to you? Sara in her lovely note she sent me awhile back. How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? I never have been before, but granted, I never drove much. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? Nope, not my jam. Have you ever regretted having sex with someone? Can't regret having it when I've never done it in the first place, so. I don't regret people I've been sexual with, though. Kissed someone of the same sex? Yep. Had sex with someone and called them the wrong name? I would NOT be alive if I ever did bc I woulda died on the spot lmfao Have you ever been in an adult toy store? No, that would be insanely uncomfortable to me. Ever had unprotected sex? No, I am not fucking with my bad luck and winding up pregnant. I would NOT carry it to term and an abortion would traumatize me so yeah I'm staying safe. Ever had sex with someone in the room? I would never, that'd be so fucking awkward. That's private business to me. Where do you wish you were right now? With Girt. I miss him a whole lot; he still isn't feeling too great. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, "He loves me, he loves me not?" No. Are you a small town girl, or from the big city? Small town girl, livin' in a LOOOOONELY WOOO-OOOORLD. Do you ever look in the mirror and are surprised by how good you look? Hell fuckin' no, I wish. Is anybody in your family schizophrenic? If so, what is their life like? My dad's I think oldest daughter that I don't know is. Her schizophrenia and name are all I really know about her. Why do girls like six-packs? What’s wrong with a soft pillowy tummy? This is a very presumptuous question; not all girls care about what someone's stomach looks like. I personally don't care if someone's ripped or has a prominent stomach. Are you feminine, masculine, or quite androgynous? I guess feminine in appearance, but I'd say my interests and such are more androgynous if we're following stereotypical guidelines. Have you ever read any self-help books? No, they're not something I have fun reading. Do you thank the bus driver? I don't take a bus anywhere, but if I did, I absolutely would. Not doing so is a pretty garbage thing to do. Show some appreciation for people doing jobs that must be done and yet don't pay enough. How did you and your first best-friend meet? Our older sisters were best friends, actually. Do you like short hair on girls? UGGGGHHHHHHH YES. Pixie cuts especially are fucking cocaine. How about long hair on guys? mmmmmmmmmmmm that's some GOOD SHIT Are you scared of needles? ... Confession time, I've been getting weird about getting my blood drawn and especially getting shots lately, eheh. And yet a piercing or tattoo needle brings me comfort and happiness. Idk how the hell to explain the logic, I just don't like the idea of something really sharp digging deep through layers of my skin. The last time I had to get blood tests done, my vein even hid because my anxiety was up. They had to resort to my other arm. It's so weird and even embarrassing to admit when you're totally cool with needles for cosmetic purposes. What is currently the most tan spot on your body right now? Nowhere.

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Siblings: Chapter Five

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Siblings hadn’t even crossed Cass’s mind until she’d fled the League of Assassins.

She had no reason to think of them, they were never brought up. That’s just how it was. She was always too busy training to ever think about questions or focus on different matters.

It wasn’t until she left, leaning against a dumpster at the ripe old age of ten, did the thought finally pop into her head.

She hadn’t been the only kid in that alley, a notable few others cowering by themselves. Many of the kids she’d met among her travels, homeless and scared like her, had a sort of unspoken rule. Helping those when needed, then parting without a word.

So she had been curious about three kids sticking together. They’d been very similar in appearance, and it didn’t take long for her to deduce that they were related. Three brothers. The eldest a few years older than her, the middle one or two younger, and the youngest couldn’t be more than seven. 

They had always been seen together, and she’d spent the time waiting out the night by that dumpster studying them.

They had been kind, pressing together for warmth and protection, keeping the youngest in between them. They were all different, and she found that the few other siblings she’d run across shared traits. If one sibling was brash, the other was sweet. If one was quiet, the other was loud. If one was a fighter, the other was a talker.

She never learned their names, never gave anything more than a nod to them as she passed them by.

Their situation was awful, but they had each other. They had someone to keep them company, to protect and be protected. A family who cared about them.

She envied them.

“Alright, sound off, who’s still conscious?”

A round of groans answered Bruce’s inquiry.

Each and every one of the Bats, save for Cullen and Barbara of course, were strewn out among the alley and roof of one of Gotham’s more worn-down buildings. It was a little comical, seeing the vigilantes of Gotham looking like jelly.

Jason and Harper were slumped on a second-floor balcony, hanging off the railing. Dick, Tim and Duke were strewn about on the pavement inside the alley, the only one who appeared to be in a moderately comfortable position was Duke, who was laying on his back and staring up at the sky. Steph was laying across the roof, her head and arms hanging over limply. Damian was flopped on top of what looked similar to a discarded arbor, cape draped across his face.

Cass, meanwhile, was perching on one of the windowsills, eyes flicking between each sibling. Bruce was on the roof next to Steph, frowning. Though, he always looked like he was frowning when on patrol.

“I take it that means nobody requires immediate medical attention?” Bruce tried weakly.

“I’m never doing that again,” Duke complained. “I can’t believe I let you guys talk me into trying a night patrol. Ivy is so much nicer in the daytime, what the hell.”

“Welcome to the night life,” Jason grumbled, raising his head slightly. “Blame Dick for the family bonding.”

“Shut up,” Dick groaned, muffled due to his face pressed sideways against the ground.

“You deserve this,” Barbara crackled over the comms.

“Everybody is fine, then?” Bruce asked again. “Nobody got infected with anything? Seeds planted in skin?”

“Ivy can plant seeds into skin?” Duke yelped, sitting bolt upright.

“She only did that, like, twice.” Steph assured, waving a hand without even moving her head. “I’m free of the kissing disease, though.”

“Same,” Harper raised a hand.

Choruses of similar affirmatives rose up among the others, save for Tim, who hadn’t moved from his spot. Duke, who was closest to him, noticed.

“Tim?” He asked. “You alright?”

Heads shot up, like the exhaustion from earlier never existed. Cass had sprung off her windowsill and landed next to Tim before Duke was even scrambling over.

She peered over Tim for a moment, poking his side and lifting his head up. He looked peaceful. Not still enough to be someone who was knocked unconscious. No heavy bleeding, either.

“Asleep,” She informed, setting his head back on the ground. 

Everyone immediately relaxed, slumping back to their original positions.

“Of course he’s asleep,” Damian muttered from beneath his cape. “He can never let himself rest at reasonable times now, can he?”

“None of you have reasonable sleeping schedules,” Barbara pointed out.

“I’ve got him,” Bruce sighed, sliding down off the roof and landing next to Tim. Cass stepped aside as he scooped up the teen, keeping a firm hold on him like he’d slip between his fingers. “Everyone get up, we’re heading back.”

Pained groans answered him a second time.

“You guys can head back,” Jason said, gripping the railing and forcing himself to stand upright. “I, however, have a wonderful safe house waiting for me.”

“Weakling,” Harper muttered, getting a sharp jab from Jason in response.

Bruce frowned slightly, in such a subtle movement that only those who’d been stuck with his brooding for years would notice it. Cass noticed, or rather, noticed how his stance shifted ever so slightly. She couldn’t quite remember the word for it...longing restraint? Something like that, she’d need to ask Dick later, he was better with words.

Cass slipped away from Bruce, springing onto the windowsills and landing on the thin railing of the balcony with only a minor falter. Jason jumped a bit when she landed, to which she grinned underneath her mask.

“Big brother,” She said, crouched on the railing. “Go home?”

Jason watched her for a moment, and she could tell he was glaring at her from under his helmet. Resisting, she thinks that's the word.

“Don’t do this to me.” Jason near-begged, voice wavering slightly. Fighting Cass on anything, physical or not, was a losing battle. They knew this, and they knew that she knew it, too.

“Big brother,” Cass said in a singsong tone, laying her head on the railing right in front of Jason. She could see Harper not even bothering to hide her malicious smile.

“Cass, please,”

“Names,” Damian muffled.

“Alfred make cookies,” Cass continued, poking at Jason. “I help steal?”

That was untrue, you never stole things from Alfred. Either he let you have them or you never found it. Even still, Jason was never one to turn down the opportunity for petty crimes.

“C’mon, Jay,” Harper added, still grinning. “You really want to disappoint your sister?”

“Names,” Damian reminded again.

“...I hate this family.” Jason groaned, hanging his head over the railing as Cass scooted back, snickering.

“And we got Hood on board!” Steph gave a weak cheer.

Cass turned her head back to the alleyway below, smiling proudly. Bruce’s shoulders slumped and he shook his head. Relief, she thinks. She pretended not to notice him sending her a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it expression of gratitude.

“Grab whoever has trouble walking, we’re taking the roofs.” Bruce informed, slinging Tim over his shoulder as he began scaling the building again. “Orphan, you're on herding duty. Don’t let anyone fall behind.”

Cass saluted cheerfully, leaping off the railing and onto a third-floor balcony, then onto the flat roof. She perched on the edge of the roof, eyes flickering over her siblings as they complained and pulled themselves upright.

It was during times like this, when they still felt the need to double-check with each other as they went back on the move, that she watched the clan, watched the roles they held for each other.

Duke offered a hand to Dick, who fumbled for a moment before taking it and getting hoisted to his feet. He swayed for a moment before reassuring Duke he was fine, striding towards where Damian had collapsed and grabbing him by the cape, dragging it off his annoyed face as he was lifted like a cat. Steph rolled to the side as Bruce clambered onto the roof. She attempted to stand on shaky legs, to which Bruce held out an arm for her to steady herself on. Harper and Jason were already climbing onto the roof, Harper pausing every few moments to glance back at Jason and tug him up faster.

Dick was attempting to carry Damian up the roof, but the kid protested loudly to that and instead scampered up himself. Duke frowned but climbed up after them, occasionally getting pulled up by Dick, who was looking up every few seconds to make sure Damian wouldn’t fall off.

Cass wasn’t quite sure where she fit, in all of that. In the lending of helping hands, of receiving the outstretched hands, or in pretending she didn’t need either.

Granted, nobody really fit, she relented as the siblings gathered into a huddled group on the roof a few meters away. Steph was a melting pot, Barbara and the Row’s didn’t technically live anywhere near the family, and Jason couldn’t decide if he’d gun down Scarecrow for them or abandon everyone in the middle of the night.

Bruce was hard to categorize, too. Cass had seen parents on the streets, holding their young child close with wary, tired eyes. Bruce had that, too. Weary beyond belief with a caution to anything getting too close. But he was far from beaten down yet, and there were never days when his kids couldn’t take care of themselves without him. She figured his odd placement was likely a mix of having so many confusing and different children on top of not understanding how emotions worked.

But Cass wasn’t sure where she’d be. She wasn’t as overprotective as someone like Jason or Barbara, so she placed herself closer to whatever side Steph, Duke, Tim or the Row’s were on. But she didn’t talk all that often, and her plans consisted of walking in and expecting it to work out or continuously pestering until her victim gave in. Duke and the Row’s valued logic, and Steph was chatty as ever, Tim was a strange mesh between them. She was certainly more cheerful than others in her family, but Dick and Duke were better at keeping the morale high than she was. And the only times she’s ever really upset is when the others are upset, so there hasn’t ever really been a situation where they got defensive on her behalf exclusively. That crossed out her being anywhere near Damian’s side.

“Orphan? You still with us?”

Cass jerked, blinking as she shook her head to clear it. The others were clustered a bit further than where they had been before, in the process of leaving before they noticed Cass wasn’t following. And she had been staring the whole time.

Cass gave a quick thumbs up, getting out of her crouched position, muscles protesting for a brief moment due to not moving in the slightest for the last few minutes. She popped up next to her family, reassuring them once more with a small nod that she was alright.

Steph bumped her shoulder as the others began to move across the roofs, tilting her head ever so slightly in her subtlest possible way of asking you okay?

‘Fine,’ Cass signed with her hands, bumping her back. ‘Just thinking.’

Steph nodded, having all the information she needed before turning back to hurry in a jog alongside the rest of the Bats.

“Last one to the Manor doesn’t get any of the cookies me and Cass are stealing!” Jason hollered over his shoulder, off like a shot before he even finished his sentence.

“Names!”

Nobody paid attention to Damian as they all cried their protests. Cass laughed and darted after Jason, keeping stride with him as the others picked up speed. Aside from Bruce, who only shook his head and continued along at his regular run, trying not to jostle Tim. Damian tried to act as civil as his father, scoffing at the others trying to sabotage each other to be the first to arrive back. But he gave up after Tim jolted, barely awake as he blinked his eyes and mumbled something about saving some for him. Damian was off like a shot, yelling something about how Tim would get no such thing. Despite the fact Tim was still far too exhausted to do anything more than weakly complain.

Cass sprung onto one of the lamp posts by the road, crouching as the others raced on by, moving with grace for only a moment before they or someone else body slammed into another to try and gain some distance. 

She supposed it didn’t matter much which category she was in. Depending on who was deciding it, she could be on any of their sides. Or maybe none at all. She had her own side, she supposed.

She stifled a laugh as she saw Jason kick over Duke before immediately having Dick pounced on his back in retribution.

They were her siblings, she decided. They were old and young, and they were family, and that was all she really needed to know.

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HOME D.G.

Summary: Just a little fluff with your favorite Dick Grayson. 

A/N: My first imagine, hope that you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! I’ve been sitting on this for a while and couldn’t decide if I wanted to share it. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated. Also let me know if you want more!

GIF is not mine.

Word count: 3.8k 

Gotham had been your home your entire life.

It was where you were born, grew up, and made memories. It was the place where your mother had sent you off to kindergarten and where you had learned not to wonder around at night. Gotham has taught you that the world was a horrifying, dangerous place where no sanctuary could truly be found. The city would tear you apart and eat you up the moment you were caught off guard. This was no place to call home.

Your home was not a place, but a person. Dick Grayson to be exact. The boy that had caught your heart in seventh grade and carried it with him past graduation. Dick Grayson was the love of your life for as long as you could remember what love truly was.

You felt safe with him. The cold air never seemed so rigid nor did the gloomy sky scare you away when you were with him. The relief of never having to fear the city by his side. You had felt this way before learning his secret.

Dick was the most kind hearted man you had known. Although at times he was rough around the edges or on the brink of aggression, you knew his true personality was nothing but desire to be his best. He has thrived for that even more upon meeting you.

It was a particularly stormy night among the streets of Bludhaven. The power had went out and candles were displayed across the apartment you shared with Dick. He had been out on patrol that night and you were sure he would come home earlier than normal.

Instead, however, hours had passed without his return. You had learned to force yourself not to worry about his whereabouts, there was no point in panicking when he always returned in one piece, though battered and bruised on some occasions. You had drifted off to sleep in the large bed. With the cold from outside seeping in and the empty space under the sheets you had grown cold.

It was nearing three in the morning when you had awoken to the sound of the shower running. Dick had made it home and in minutes crawled into bed with a wince. His normally bare torso carried a bandage.

Your eyes could barely open as sleep tried to over take you once more. "What happened?" You grumbled, snuggling into his side even more, cautiously trying not to hurt him.

"I'll tell you in the morning, go back to sleep," Dick kissed your forehead. You knew that if he had made it back on his own then there was nothing seriously wrong with him. Without being able to reply, you had fallen back asleep once again.

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Training. After your long day of classes that's all you knew was training. Not long after finding out the Wayne family secret, they had convinced you to train with them. You didn't have the desire to go out at night and join them on patrol, something they were all happy about. But, they wanted you to learn how to defend yourself in case something were to happen.

Dick was out of commission for the night, his wound from yesterday was still healing and though he wouldn't tell you, he still planned to go out and patrol that night. Instead, it was Tim who stood in front of you with sweat dripping down his forehead. You had been sparring for nearly an hour and both of you were getting out of breath.

Tim had landed you on your ass several times and you had only gotten him twice, both times you were sure he was going easier on you. You would never be as good as any of them - you knew that. It was something you accepted and we're fine with. It wasn't because you were a girl, no, it was because you didn't have the same kind of heart as they did. Each of their lives were filled with heartbreak, something that they attached themselves to and drove it into everything they did as they were alter egos.

Tim had caught you by surprise and you landed on the mat with a loud thud. "Hey, watch it Timbo. Don't need you breaking my girlfriend," Dick jokingly snapped over by the computers. They both knew Tim was too scared to hurt you in any way, not that he ever wanted to. You had been apart of they Wayne family longer than he had.

You had met Dick a couple years after him becoming Robin. Several more after that you had been with him the passing of his adopted brother, Jason. The two of you weren't close but you cared for Jason all the same, you mourned him right beside Dick and Bruce. You had learned about all their secrets not long after that.

It hasn't surprised you that much. You had known the Wayne family forever and had always known that there was an underlying secret. However, you had never pried about it through the years - if they wanted you to know, they would tell you. And they did.

Tim stuck his hand out to help you up. You gladly accepted but instead of jumping up, you had flung him to the ground and locked your legs around him so he was unable to move. A slight chuckle passed your boyfriends lips. You and Tim had decided to take a break, joining the eldest brother by the computer. Your arms snake around him and a kiss was placed on his cheek.

"I'm going to shower, want to join me?" You mumbled. Tim, unfortunately was too close to you guys and overheard what you had asked. You could see Dicks eyes brighten up in the reflection of the screen and the small nod of his head. Tim gagged as the two of you walked out of the batcave hand in hand.

"Please don't get her pregnant I'm too young to be a godfather!" He called after them. You chuckled at him while Dick stuck his middle finger back. It wasn't long until you were soaking in the hot water that pelted down at you.

Faint outlines of bruises covered your skin, ones that matched the much darker ones of Dick's beautifully tanned body. You couldn't help but admire him as he stood under the stream of water. His black hair matted down to his forehead and his toned body glistening. Your fingers delicately ran near the cut he had received. It wasn't nearly as bad as you first imagined, though would still take time to heal.

Your time with Dick was often short lived and you took the moments you could with him. Soon, ten minutes in the shower turned to twenty and eventually nearly forty when you had decided the water was too cold to stand under for any longer. You knew you would be sore in the morning and not just from the training.

"I love you Dick, more than I ever thought I could love," you whispered. The two of you were dressed but still remained cuddled on his old bed. He leaned down to kiss you, a deep kiss that would have caused your legs to wobble had you been standing.

"I love you too, (Y/N), from the day we met I knew I would grow to love you," Dick brushed the wet strand of hair out of your face. He kissed you one more time before pulling you close to his chest.

The two of you had drifted off without even noticing. Dick had planned to go on patrol that night, Tim had known that. The younger Robin had quietly opened the door to his brothers room after not hearing a reply from his knocks. The bright lights were still on though the couple was deep asleep. The corner of his lips turned up before turning the light off and slipping back out.

"Is Dick coming out tonight?" Bruce asked. He was suited up and adjusting the utility belt around his waist. Tim shook his head and told him that they had fallen asleep. Bruce loved you, not to mention he appreciates everything you had done for his son.

Dick Grayson could often be a handful to take care of yet somehow you had managed to tame him at his wildest of times. Grieving Jason, his transition to Nightwing, and most importantly, the constant pain from the loss of his parents. You had given him nothing but love, something Bruce knew he couldn't always express.

It wasn't just Dick that you supported either, it was Tim. He knew that he would be trying to live up to the Robin that Dick and Jason had created, living in constant anxiety that he would never be good enough. You had given him the confidence needed to prove that he could be a better, smarter, Robin.

Bruce nodded at his youngest son. The two of them exited the bat cave for a long night out in the city of Gotham.

The next morning you had woken up with your boyfriends arms tightly wrapped around you. It wasn't rare for him to wake in the night with a nightmare still fresh in his mind, but he hadn't that night. It shocked you to see him still sleeping as well.

You tried to quietly get out of bed to not wake him but as soon as you moved he pulled you back into his chest. "No, don't," he whined. You didn't argue, waking up like that was a luxury.

"I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life," Dick contently sighed. You had thought about the future with him, many times to be quite honest. With your final year in university, you had the rest of your life ahead of you. And to be quite honest you want that time to be spent with Dick Grayson.

The two of you had managed to fall asleep once more. It had been a while that you were cuddled in his arms before getting woken by none other than Tim himself. "Come on guys it's almost one in the afternoon we have shit to do!"

You groaned at the thought of having to get up. Slowly, you pulled yourself out of the warm bed and dragged your boyfriend with you. It didn't take long for the both of you to get dressed and head down to the batcave where Bruce, Tim, and Alfred already were.

Passing by Jason's old suit brought up hard memories you didn't want to think about. It was hard losing him, not only had you lost apart of your life, but you were also put in a reality check. The life the Wayne family lived was dangerous, and no matter how strong and smart they were, there were always chances of not making it back home.

You parted from Dick and gave Bruce a quick side hug and Tim a kiss on the top of his head as he typed at the keyboard. "What are we looking at?"

Tim barely glanced up at you before telling you about the case they were working on. Unsurprisingly, Black Mask was shipping weapons out of Gotham to who knows where. Whatever he was getting out of it couldn't be good for anyone.

The life that the boys lived was a hard one, and yet you couldn't help yourself get sucked in by it more and more each day. It wasn't for the thrill that you got being with them, it was the love you had for each of those boys. They were you're family, a family that you looked up to and admired every single day.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked, now standing behind Dick and fixing the fly away hairs he had from sleeping. Though he wouldn't admit it, he loved when you played with his hair.

"Not much that can be done at the moment anyways," Bruce answered. "We have to wait on the scanners to pick up on activity before we can figure out what Black Mask is really up to."

You nodded and moved over to the small desk that had your textbooks on it from the previous day. Even with the life you lived among the bats, you still had a final year of university to study for.

Hours had passed and you were getting tired of reading words. Dick and the others hadn't come up with much which meant they would go scout out Black Mask's territory that night. Before that however, would be a short family supper that Alfred has prepared.

You had left as the guys continued to hover over the screens to go wash up before dinner. Instead, as soon as you reached your boyfriends old room you couldn't help but fling yourself onto the bed.

Your head had began to ache from reading for so long and your brain fried. It was barely fifteen minutes of peace when the door opened and Dick walked in. Without a word, he snaked himself around you and rested his head on your chest.

"My head hurts," you mumbled. Dick looked up at you with his vibrant blue eyes, a small frown hidden on his face. Though he knew this pain was nothing compared to the dangers he faced on the daily, it didn’t make him worry any less. "Did you figure out what Black Mask is up to?"

"No," he answered simply. "Are we staying here tonight or headed back to the apartment?"

"Up to you, I'm fine with either. I guess it depends on how your night goes," you shrugged. "Because I assume you're going out tonight even with that wound whether I want you to or not."

"You know me too well, babe," he pecked your lips. He knew you didn't like him going out when he had an injury, but he also knew you would never try to stop him. "It'll be a short mission. Just scouting."

"I know. That doesn't mean I still don't worry about you though," you sighed. "I love you Dick. And you've been apart of my life for so long now that I don't know what I would do without you."

"Then it's a good thing you'll never find out because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Except for right now because I can smell Alfred's cooking and I'm starving," Dick kissed you one more time before running out of the room with you chasing behind.

The two of you were the last ones to make it there, not to mention that you had been running full speed and had hit your boyfriend as he suddenly stopped. You both fell to the ground right at Alfred's feet.

"You may be adults now but I swear you two are the most childish people I know," Alfred stated, looking down at you. You sheepishly smiled and took your spot at the table, which was beside Dick and across from Tim.

"Trust me, this one gets even weirder when we're alone," You jabbed your thumb in Dicks direction. He stuck his tongue out at you just to prove your point even more.

Dinner was as expected. It was the only time that they felt like a normal family that didn't live a second life. They talked about school, work, stuff that they wanted to do around the house. It made time go by too quickly.

Within the hour, Dick and you were washing the dishes while everyone else was doing their own thing. "Be safe out there tonight, I just have a bad feeling," you nudged Dick with your elbow.

"You know I'm always safe," he looked down at you.

"We both know that not true," you nearly snapped. There were too many occasions that your boyfriend barely made it home. Too many times were you were the one that had to stick him up or make sure he was still breathing. You wouldn't try to stop him from going out, but there was only so much stress you could take.

"Hey," Dick replied softly. He set down the towel he was holding and pulled you into a crushing hug. "I know sometimes I take risks out there but it has to be done. As much as I don't get along with Bruce, I do trust him with my life, and Tim. We get each other back home."

"Then what happened with Jason?" You pulled away, looking at him with tears swelled up in your eyes.

"Jason was reckless," he stated. "From the moment he put on the suit he thought he was invincible. What happened to him is a reality check that we all needed. We're not invincible and we have to always stay on guard."

"Jason wanted what was best for everyone, same as Bruce, same as Tim, and especially same as you. That's why I worry, because I know that when it comes down to it all of you would put your own life on the line to save another," You jabbed. "I can't lose anyone else."

You left the kitchen at that. Worrying was something you tried to avoid because it was useless to stress about something you couldn't change yet you always found yourself doing it anyways.

Needing some space, you decided it was best to go back to the apartment that night. You packed what you had scattered around and scurried down to the bat cave before they left.

You were just in time. They were all in their suits standing around the batmobile. "Please stay safe out there tonight," you said it every time they left and would continue to until the day they stopped.

Bruce only nodded at you while Tim dove in for a hug. He was still rather new at Robin in comparison to the rest of them, but you could tell that he would one day out smart all of them.

As soon as Tim let go of you Dick was quick to press his lips against yours. "I'll be home before you know it."

He knew you went through phases like this of over worrying. Past memories of the times any of them had gotten badly injured resurfaced and it was hard to focus on anything but the danger in the job. Dick couldn't blame you, sometimes those memories scared him too.

You stood by Alfred as everyone wheeled out of the batcave, arms wrapped around yourself in the cold room. There was no point in waiting around the manor, you wanted to be in your own bed at your apartment. It was a long enough drive and Dick and the rest of the boys were gonna be out for god knows how long.

"Good night Alfred, thanks for supper," you stood at the entrance of the manor, your car parked right out front. You had told Dick hundreds of times that you could pay for your own car but he had insisted that he would get it for you. However, you were sure that Bruce had a hand in it as well.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here Ms. (Y/N)," Alfred opened the door for you. "Drive safe."

And you had. No matter how reckless your boyfriend and his family was, you always tended to the safer side. It was out of habit from your parents, but you also wanted to keep yourself safe so that Dick had one less person to worry about when he was out on patrol. There was no point in both of you worrying about each other.

Your apartment with Dick was on the side of the city closest to Gotham. It made it easy for either of you to transit from one home to the other on a moment's notice. Driving on the empty highways late at night had always brought you peace. You didn't know why it was so calming, but it was.

Maybe because the quiet music that played in the background let you think properly or because it was because without the city lights you could actually see the stars. Either way, that drive had been just like the rest, calming, peaceful, and quiet. It was much the same when you walked into your apartment.

After not being in there for several days, the place felt cold. You flipped on the light and tiredly made your way to your bed room. It wasn't that late into the evening but you were wiped after the day that you had. When you shared a bed with Dick, generally the night ended with both of you sleeping without clothes, since he wasn't here, you settled on just one of his shirts.

You hadn't been able to fall asleep. Dick promised that he would be home earlier than normal that night but that feeling that filled your chest wouldn't go away. For hours you flipped and turned looking between your ceiling and your clock by the bed. Still no sign of him returning.

The utter desire to call and see if everything was okay nearly outweighed your knowledge of knowing not to call while they were out. You knew that with Bruce and Tim with him, Dick would be safe. He had been doing this for years, he knew what he was doing. You tried to shake off this feeling and fall asleep.

By the time that it passed three am, you finally heard the door open and close. You had been half asleep and by the time that you were fully awake, Dick Grayson stood at the foot of your bed, trying to not wake you. He had been all cleaned up from his night out and back into his civilian clothes.

Dick didn't take long to strip down to his underwear and join you in bed. Your warm limbs wrapped around him and your head on his chest. "What's got you all worked up like this?" he chuckled. After all these years, you were used to not worrying about him during the late hours of the night.

"Nothing," you told him. It was the truth, you really didn't know what had gotten over you that night. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Dick kissed the top of your head and squeezed you a little closer to him. He didn't like when you worried about him but it also gave him a constant reminder of what he had waiting for him every night. No matter what he faced, he knew that you were going to be the one to welcome him back with open arms. You were the reason that he fought so hard to bring safety back to the city.

"You're my home, Dick Grayson. You always have been."