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bachissidehoe · 4 months ago

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chapter 8 of it's classy, not classic [bachisagi]

Miss.

“Fuck.”

Miss.

“Damnit.”

Isagi kicks over and over again, tens of balls scattered around the empty goal. It’s a classic trope, playing poorly when something’s wrong, and it bothers Isagi that he’s fallen into such a basic pattern. He’s bothered, and now he sucks at soccer.

It was clear at practice today that he sucks. If he never got himself into this mess, if he never said that one stupid line in that interview, he wouldn’t suck, and he wouldn’t be having an identity crisis over a guy.

He runs forward, lining up a perfect direct shot. His direct shot has evolved so much over the past few years, it’s become uniquely his and studied by players from around the world.

Miss.

Even his own shot, a shot he practically invented, soars wide of the goal.

Isagi nearly collapses on the ground, his entire body shaking as he tries to move to collect the balls. He may pass out, he’s been here for hours, probably six or seven hours straight now, doing nothing but shooting, nothing but missing. In fact, he hasn’t eaten since this morning, hoping the small sips of water throughout the day will sustain him enough until he gets his shit together.

There’s nothing that’ll force him off this field. If he passes out due to low blood sugar, so be it. He’d rather die than lose to himself right now.

He hoped he’d never have to admit to himself that he’s in love with Bachira Meguru. It’s not fair. His one true love is soccer. Not anything, or anyone, besides soccer. It’s not fair to Bachira either, somebody who’s been nothing but kind and supportive of Isagi when he did nothing to end up involved in this mess. And now Isagi would have the nerve to fall in love with him? To want him to stay in Tokyo even though he’s only here temporarily?

No way.

The only thing that will cure this is for Isagi to remind himself where his priorities lie. And that’s why he’s been aimlessly, exhaustedly, kicking balls from halfway down the field, over and over, desperate to forget everything except the feeling of scoring a goal. But apparently, the goal itself wants to see how this Bachira thing plays out, because it hasn’t let Isagi score at all.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to simply lie down and die.

“Yo!”

Isagi turns around, his body recognizing the cheerful voice before his mind does.

It’s only then that Isagi realizes how badly he’s worn down. Bachira’s face is blurry, everything is spinning, and it’s hard to stay standing. He can’t even respond to the beautiful buzzing of his fake boyfriend’s happy greeting.

“Oh, fuck.” Bachira realizes immediately the dire situation Isagi has put himself in, noticing the bags under his eyes from nearly 50 meters away.

Bachira runs over, putting his things down before swiftly slinking his arm around Isagi’s back, practically needing to hold him up. “Come here, sit for a little.”

“No way. I suck.” Isagi chokes out, his voice coming out shaky and hoarse. Honestly, if Bachira didn’t show up, he may have actually passed out.

“Obviously you do, you can’t be good with no food in your system.” Bachira sits Isagi on the ground against the bench, handing him a smoothie. The strawberry kiwi delight from Honeybee. Of course it is.

That’s just the thing about Bachira. Somehow he can combine his egoist nature with being the most thoughtful, selfless person Isagi has ever met. Of course he realized that Isagi needed help, of course he stopped to pick him up a smoothie, of course he showed up at the perfect time.

Isagi would never be able to do the same for him. All he does is think about himself. Even now, while he’s been thinking about Bachira and his newly realized romantic feelings, he’s still only thinking about himself.

Bachira takes a seat next to him, leaning back and taking a sip of his own strawberry kiwi delight. He sighs. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Why’d you even show up?” Isagi asks. He doesn’t try to sound like a dick, but he probably sounded like a dick.

“I thought something was up. I got worried, went to your house, then thought about how you said you weren’t feeling too good after the party. Got even more worried ‘cuz if you went to practice when you’re sick, what if something happened? Then I had a feeling if you’re here practicing, you probably need something to eat. Now I’m here with a smoothie, and I was right.” He chuckles to himself.

“Why would you take care of me?” Again, all Isagi needs to do is thank him. And he can’t even do that right.

“Clearly you can’t do it yourself.” He replies, taking another long sip of his smoothie.

Isagi leans back against the wall of the practice field, seated on the hot turf. He takes a few deep breaths, and finally takes a sip of the smoothie. It really is good. It almost angers Isagi how right Bachira was to bring him this.

“Feeling better?” Bachira chuckles.

“Shut it.” Isagi snaps.

Bachira holds his hands up in defeat, sliding a little closer to Isagi against the wall, copying his distant look into the bright blue sky. The silence is a little uncomfortable for Bachira, but he lets the moment exist instead of forcing more of a conversation. He’ll learn to appreciate some silence if he has to.

He takes a deep breath, rolling his head to the side to look at Isagi. He looks tired, his chest rising and falling as he takes quick sips of his smoothie. Beads of sweat still roll down the side of his flushed face, his bangs stuck to his forehead. But somehow, it’s hard for Bachira to stop staring. He makes a mental note that Isagi’s eyes sparkle in the sunlight. He’d tell him out loud, but he’s just made a promise to himself not to break the comfortable silence.

“Thank you.” Isagi finally mumbles, his eyes still trained on the sky above.

Bachira smiles. “1v1 me.”

Isagi finally tears his gaze away from the sky, turning his head to meet Bachira’s bright golden eyes. “Huh?”

“Come on, let’s play some.” Bachira hops up, taking the last long swig of his smoothie at once.

“You don’t even play.” Isagi puts on a confused grin.

“Sure I do.” Bachira retorts, holding his hand out for Isagi. “You’re all worn out, so it basically makes us evenly matched.”

Isagi sighs. “Fine.” He still needs to practice, even though he’s been here all day and hasn’t accomplished a single thing. Perhaps Bachira realizes that he won’t go home without accomplishing something, and that’s why he wants to stay with him.

“Alright!” Bachira places his foot on a ball, standing opposite Isagi. “I’ll start first and try to get past you. If I score, I win, if you score, you win.” He smirks, that same smile he used to do on the field. Back when Isagi first met him. Bachira was the first person who Isagi ever felt cared about soccer as much as he did. Even now, after Bachira hasn’t played for years, he still looks that same way.

“Gotcha.” Isagi stands at the ready, wondering if he should go a little easier than usual, considering Bachira hasn’t played in so long. But on the other hand, an egoist would never accept that. And Bachira Meguru is the definition of an egoist.

Bachira slides to his right, creating adequate space to push the ball forward. Isagi watches his movements carefully, calculating all possible pathways he could take to get around him. And knowing Bachira, he’d be most likely to do a fake, right-

Isagi lurches toward the left, avoiding the fake he’s sure to pull on him. Gah-

Bachira performs an expert dribbling pattern, almost as if the ball is on a string, expertly floating between the two of them to Bachira Meguru’s desires, landing on the opposite side of Isagi, his back completely turned the wrong way.

Isagi gasps, standing in shock as he watches Bachira dribble the rest of the way down the field, tapping the ball into the net, all the while grinning from ear to ear.

The same thing happens again, and again. Isagi gets the hang of Bachira’s movements quickly, adapting to the bumblebee’s fascinating dribbling patterns and putting up a fast fight until the exchanges started leaning in Isagi’s favor. And suddenly, even having practiced for eight hours straight with nothing but a strawberry kiwi delight in his system, Isagi is dancing right along with Bachira, exchanging goals with a smile on his face.

This is why he loves soccer.

“Bachira! You’re still so good!” Isagi passes the ball back to him, prepared for another 1v1. “Why don’t you try out again? You could totally play pro!”

Suddenly, Bachira’s expression drops, breaking eye contact with Isagi in favor of the turf below. “I’m too far behind.” He answers, his voice much weaker than before.

“No you’re not, you could easily train and get back out there.”

All these years later, Isagi has never found anyone he wants to play soccer with more than Bachira Meguru. And he’s been reminded of that today. Still, after Bachira was injured and had a long recovery period, he’s somehow still one of the best players Isagi has ever seen. He could come back, he could do it easily.

But Bachira looks up, his face riddled with an expression Isagi has never seen on him before.

Wait.

Isagi has seen Bachira make this expression before. Once.

Isagi’s eyes widen, and suddenly he’s transported to that day, the day Bachira’s soccer career was taken from him.

It was one of the final qualifying games during Blue Lock, every single person on that field was playing their hearts out, with the Isagi and Bachira duo leading the charge as usual. Bachira danced through his opponents, all the while beaming, the happiest he’s ever been. The passes between Bachira and Isagi were so in sync, competing yet cooperating with each other at the same time.

And in a second, it was over. One yellow card move from the opposing team’s defender sent Bachira’s foot flying onto the ball, his ankle immediately curling under it. The trip caused a domino effect, with two defenders colliding into Bachira from both sides. All Isagi could do was watch as Bachira went down, two large bodies falling on top of him with their full weight.

Suddenly it’s like the world was put in a bubble, the sounds around Isagi ceased, echoing through his mind as he watched paramedics race onto the field in slow motion. He couldn’t move.

And he finally caught sight of Bachira, groaning on his back as he breathed quickly, paramedics shouting at the other players and coaches to move away. Isagi couldn’t see everything, he didn’t learn until later how bad it really was. But he remembers now what Bachira looked like as they made eye contact for that brief moment, and it was just like this. That expression of fear, like his world is crashing down in front of him.

And even then, Isagi didn’t do a single thing. Sure, he reached back out later on to check in, he responded to Bachira’s “congratulations” texts after big accomplishments. But otherwise, he completely blocked it out. He let the pain of that traumatic memory leave his brain, a privilege Bachira Meguru did not have.

“No, I can’t.” Bachira chokes out.

Isagi found out some time later that Bachira had broken two ribs, fractured his tibia, and basically tore one of his ankles in half. His injuries were so extreme that it took nearly a year to fully recover with intense physical therapy. Shortly after Bachira’s injury, it became clear to the players that Bachira Meguru’s soccer career was over.

“I’ll never catch back up. I was out for a full year.” Bachira chuckles, trying to hold it together. Already, even from just the expression and the few words Bachira has uttered, Isagi can tell that he’s still not okay.

“If that happened to me, I don’t know what I’d do.” Isagi says, immediately kicking himself for saying it. What dumbass would say that? It’s like Isagi went through a list of the most insensitive things to say and picked the #1 most insensitive thing.

“Me either.” Bachira replies. “I still don’t know.”

Isagi just stands still, fearing that if he moves even a little, it’ll somehow hurt Bachira more.

“At that high of a level, being out for only a week would have been too long. So a year, I never stood a chance.” He chuckles.

“You don’t have to laugh everything off.” Isagi clenches his fists, feeling the sadness and anger begin to pile up. He feels like he could scream. At himself, at the world, at those defenders who hurt Bachira and ended his soccer career. “It sucks, and I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to do all that-”

“Whatever, Meguru. I would kill myself if I couldn’t play soccer, and you’re still here. You’re such a cool person, and you’re so talented, and I’m selfish and just wish I could play soccer with you again.” Isagi rushes through his words, his voice a little louder than normal, though quieter than the screams he wants to hurl at the universe.

“I don’t know why I didn’t kill myself, honestly.” Bachira sighs, a much more intense response than Isagi expected.

And for once, Isagi decides to listen.

“There was this moment when I was laying there on the field, I was scared and I just wanted to play, but I realized this was probably it for me. I couldn’t really hear anything, but I was passing out or something, and you know when your vision is blurry if you look at a bright light for too long?” Bachira smiles that same painful smile, looking at the sun as if he wants to recreate the image he’s describing. “To me, in that moment, those sparkles in my vision looked like diamonds.”

Isagi holds his breath. He can’t ruin this, he can’t upset this moment of vulnerability. After Bachira’s taken care of his dumb ass for months, after he’s let Isagi take advantage of him, after Isagi has whined and complained in Bachira’s ear, after he’s been whining all day on the field because he likes him. He needs to shut up and hear him for once.

“That was my first ever painting.” Bachira smiles, a genuine one this time.

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sussoro · 1 year ago

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hello!! please tell me more about your detective for M who’s gonna freak out when they say ily because that reaction and the aftermath is going to be so so good 💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️

hello to you too! hope you're doing well 💕 i'm really sorry it took me so long to reply, but i needed to sort through my very confusing thoughts to give them some sort of consistency, sjksjks. if you guys ever find yourselves curious about any of my ocs (which you can easily find here) please, do not hesitate to ask! i just love talking aimlessly about them and receiving these types of questions makes my heart all fuzzy and warm, so thank you for taking an interest in one of my wayhaven detectives!

okay, you didn't ask for my stupid rambles (and i swear one day i'll stop — *insert the 'today is not that day' meme*) so here are some facts:

RUE PARKER

‘the wayhaven chronicles’ canon

personality stats: sarcastic, easygoing & charming (also: not really a stickler for the rules and authority in general);

professional skills: deduction, science & combat — no matter what she's doing or how many times she's done it, the results will always be perfect and spot on;

rebecca → relationship status: not overly bad. honestly? could be better, but it could be much, much worse (personal note #1: rebecca is not my favourite character in the series and i'd probably be happier if she had died already — fingers crossed for book 5, sorry-not-sorry, becky — or, at least, if the narrative/characters would stop forcing the readers/mc to forgive her);

tina & verda → relationship status: best pals. her ride-or-die squad;

felix → relationship status: best friend. she found a mischievous kindred soul to relate with and if you ever encounter them together... run (there's this scene at the beginning of book 3, where adam/ava asks why the werewolves attacked them and rue answered with: "i may have made one teeny sarcastic comment", causing adam's/ava's soul to leave their body, lol);

bobby → relationship status: ex-boyfriend (personal note #2: i've always hated that the mc's gender/sexuality is what determines the ros' and bobby's gender) — she's not bothered by him at all, but since her responses are very sarcastic, well... rest in peace, robert marks;

mason → relationship status: a big, bright question mark;

personal canon

if i have to choose a few words to describe her, i'd say: naturally talented, wild card & big dick energy;

hyperactive little kid — couldn't stay still at all. always exploring the world around her, climbing up some tree/furniture or hiding somewhere in the house/backyard to play (the sitters tasked with keeping an eye on her went batshit crazy all. the. time);

as i said here, rue is extremely smart, often prone to boredom if something is not mentally challenging/stimulating enough (which can also be applied to her romantic relationships);

if you ever need someone to cut out some tension (or spike it up even more), she is the right gal for you. unfortunately, 99% of the time, the saying 'taking things seriously' is not part of her vocabulary (e.g. in book 3, when finding out about the trappers' bounty, she says: "how much am i worth?"). what can i say, she really likes to have a good time;

sarcasm is her default mode, plus she always downplays her feelings/emotions by either ignoring them or making badly-timed jokes;

rarely bothered by anything (e.g. in book 3, during the 'fight' with mason/morgan at the bakery, rue replies with: "me being naked is way more important to you") plus, not a jealous person ever (alima included, when she'll make her appearance);

was in an on-again/off-again relationship with bobby. after a while, though, she got exceedingly bored by the monogamous lifestyle and decided to dump his ass;

never had serious relationships/fell in love before — this is partly because: a) she's a free-spirited person & b) she's scared shitless of commitment (mostly caused by rook's death and seeing what that did to rebecca). in a sense, she and mason are quite similar;

just thinking about the word 'love' has her panicking really bad (i.e. after the 'date' at the antique shop), so when mason will inevitably confess his feelings to her... the only way i can see this going is with rue assuming it's all some kind of prank but, once her huge brain will catch on the fact that mason is not exactly the joking type, she will get cold feet and blearily say: "uhh, thank you, i guess?". after realizing what she has said/done, she will skedaddle so fast that the only thing people are going to see is an indistinctive, blurry form (later, she will definitely wish for an asteroid to hit her);

likes to sing everywhere: in the shower, at her workplace, inside the car, you name it (and she's also very good at hitting those high notes too — while she was attending the police academy, 'the karaoke incident' happened and no one beside her and tina knows the truth about it. verda is still trying to unsuccessfully bribe them to know what took place);

excellent chef — loves to cook/bake when she has some free time (she just thinks the entire process is pretty neat, starting with a few ingredients to achieve a full-on meal);

#thank you again mal! ♥ (& i profusely apologize for this long-ass essay that came out of my brain 🙈)#interactive fiction #the wayhaven chronicles #gia’s musings 💬#oc: rue parker

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an-abyss-of-stars · 2 years ago

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She Whispered To Him In The Night - Part 3

(previously known as - It's Visceral And It's Cruel: Possible Moment)

Summary: The seducing is working! Rhaena wants it, she's a little reluctant at first, a little worried that they shouldn't be doing this...but she absolutely wants what Aemond is giving her.

Warnings: SMUT! Smutty smut smut and some more angst, but mostly smut!

Tag list: @minim236 , @bohemiandreams99 , @neocil , @readsalot73 , @nettysnest (feel free to tell me if you want to be on the taglist or not)

✨If we're wondering about the name change, I've put the fic on Ao3 now! Feel free to show some love there! But yeah, that and the fact that this has just become it's own thing at this point, it needed a new name.✨

P.S: I promised FILTH, and yes I partially delivered! I'm also a fucking liar because there will be 4 parts instead of 3! The actual dicking-down is um...it's a long oneee (pun not intended but also intended)...i had to split it! Enjoy Aemond FINALLY getting to eat out his girl tho! He was desperate so I let him have it.

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Surely with his need to want and possess her...to own her. Beneath that carnal possession, if he could have her, he'd love her like no other could. He'd lavish her with everything at his disposal. Everything a woman as glorious as her deserved.

But for the moment, he wouldn’t pass up teasing her.

"So you think I'm beautiful," he smirked, that rakish expression gracing his features yet again.

"I think you're fishing for compliments, my Prince. I think you know you're far too striking to be considered anything less," her pale lavender eyes glinted playfully, a soft smile spreading across her lips.

His heart was pounding rapidly, certainly he knew he wasn't a hideous creature. His mother was keen to remind him of just how handsome she thought he was nearly daily. Ladies at court may not have agreed, and whores were happy to say whatever handed them more coin.

He couldn't help that his grisly scar and the loss of left eye left a more than wounded feeling when it came to his own self conscious feelings about his appearance.

But Rhaena…she'd complimented him unprovoked. There'd be nothing for her to gain…other than this being her honest opinion of him.

And she thought he was… beautiful .

His ethereal dragon Princess thought him beautiful.

He watched as she attempted to inch backyards on her bed, but he hooked his fingers around the hollow of her knees, pulling her back to him.

"Just what do you expect me to relinquish to you tonight, my Prince?" she nearly giggled, gazing up at him. He couldn't stand how watching her lay on her back for him had made him so incredibly hard. The way her exposed breasts rose and lowered with each breath she took, "Aemond, I've already allowed you far more liberties than I should have."

"If you wanted me to stop, you would’ve told me. As we both know how much you enjoy denying me things," he said smoothly, "but if you truly had disliked any of this, you wouldn't have moaned for me."

She grimaced only slightly, "Aemond," her voice had taken on a slight admonishing tone.

"I want all of you," he cut her off, "every inch of you,"

"Surely you cannot!" Rhaena laughed nervously, "Aemond, I know your grandfather intends for you to marry Floris Baratheon. He intends to form an alliance behind my Stepmother’s back. And should it happen, we both know I shall not play as your mistress,"

Aemond gritted his teeth, gripping her thighs, pulling her flush against him, "you think I'd choose some Baratheon wench over you. My grandfather's ambitions can die right here, I won't be his pawn in this. I want you as my bride not my fucking mistress ,"

Her eyes widened at his blatant admission, her lower lip caught between her teeth, "you want me that badly?" By now she'd pulled herself into a seating position, gazing up at him as he stood in front of her.

His chest might've burst, the look in her eyes, her soft voice felt as if it were constricting him. Aemond gently held her chin and lowered himself down to her lips, she did not fight him, she swayed into his kiss.

He’d spent nearly the majority of their encounter tonight practically begging her to marry him, but she still couldn’t seem to take his words for what they were.

At least until now.

Aemond groaned against her, pulling back only slightly, "if you only knew how I saw you, you'd know how desperately-" his lips claimed hers again, he was losing control, if he didn't have her now, he wasn't sure how he'd ever survive.

He inhaled deeply, letting her intoxicating lavender scent wash over him, "Rhaena, this is meant to be. I've never wanted anyone else, and I know you feel it too. What must I do to prove it?"

She gazed into his eyes, something vulnerable and something more. Her hypnotic stare focusing in on his sapphire eye, he felt himself tense before her. Even as her soft hands caressed his scar with gentle care, "you'll secure a betrothal…without killing anyone?"

"Surely it'd be easier if I killed a few people," he pouted lightly.

"Aemond, that's not funny," she bit back a small smile, batting his chest.

"Fine. I won't kill anyone. I can easily secure a betrothal once I've had you, put a child in you," he grinned down at her. Whatever remark she had prepared, died on her tongue as she watched him lower himself down to his knees in front of her.

Spreading her legs slowly, he heard her gasp but she did not stop him. He was finally going to see her, open and bared just for him.

The view was certainly delectable.

Aemond gulped at the tantalizing sight, his lady was well and truly soaked. His pride might've swelled within him, for he knew he'd been the one who'd caused her to be so. His jaw clenched, fuck, he was certain he had never seen such a perfect cunt, he was desperate to taste her.

Rhaena's widened eyes watching him closely, her cheeks were flushed a burning pink.

She was anticipating his next move, but she should know he wouldn't let her squander this moment.

He licked his lips and bit them closely, eyeing her intensely, his voice was slightly hoarse when he asked, "I wish to taste you, sweet Rhaena. May I?"

Her plush lips parted, still seemingly stunned at the position she'd found herself in. With a gulp, she nodded for him, and he decided that would have to do, for he could wait no longer.

Aemond gripped onto her thighs with a fervent need, spreading her legs further, opening her to him fully before he delved in. His tongue desperately lapped up her sweet slick with an eagerness he didn't know he had.

She tasted far too good, he was sure most cunts never tasted this sweet. It was nearly overwhelming, the heady taste of her sent burning ripples throughout him.

Rhaena whimpered for him, falling back onto the bed, but he wanted more.

He pulled her closer, let his tongue travel the length of her, suckling at her folds before fixating his attention on the apex of her sex. He'd barely even dragged his tongue along it, yet he drew even deeper moans from her.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

He wanted her to beg him, cling onto him for dear life, begging him just to let her cum.

And he'd get it. He'd make his fantasy a reality yet again.

Sucking and licking her little bundle of nerves with impeccable attention, as his fingers gently stroked her quivering opening. He felt her thighs threatened to squeeze against him, but he knew that to be a good thing. She was moaning his name, truly wanton and gods how he loved it.

Bringing his fingers up, gently stroking through her thatch of silver curls and then down to continue rubbing her little bundle. Her thighs only pressed tighter so he lifted his tongue off of her, "now now, my Lady, you'll have to behave if you want me to continue," his lips curled deviously.

But his Rhaena only whined desperately, her head falling back against her pillows, "Aemond, how could you be so cruel,"

"Mmm, I thought you liked that about me," he grinned, lowering his lips back to her quivering core. Sucking her leaking juices up, as if her essence was sustaining his life force. And truly in a way it was. But he wanted more, dragging his tongue along her as if he was partaking in the sweetest of treats, he slowly slid his tongue inside of her hot centre.

Causing her most wanton moan yet, he was in heaven, this he knew.

Her hands had abandoned grabbing her sheets and had now gripped into his long hair. The wincing pull only made his cock harder, along with her writhing and her moaning. He had to be careful not to release himself in his breeches.

All the while, he kept a rhythm, fucking her earnestly with only his tongue. She was so responsive to everything, the softest graze of his teeth made her scream even louder for him. Her legs fought against his restraining hand and strong arm, but he kept her grounded as he drew her closer to her peak.

His fingers digging deep enough into her thighs, he was sure he'd bruised her delicate brown skin. But he couldn't stop, he made sure the length of his tongue twirled and curled inside her. She was nearly sobbing for him, she was certainly begging for him. Oh she made him so hard without even trying.

"Mmm Aemond, please. I need...," she cried to him, her back was arching, her head rolled back amongst the pool of her silver locs. He knew what she needed, and he intended on giving it to her. There would be time to torture her with orgasms later, when he secured her hand.

But in this moment, she'd begged him so sweetly, how could he not acquiesce. In any case he wanted her to cum…needed her to cum on his tongue.

Fucking his tongue into her harder, licking at her core with fervour and rubbing her clit with purpose. All in tandem making her a bucking mess. Her hips worked to fuck herself on his tongue as her core began to clench around him, until she finally screamed his name in pure pleasure.

If he didn't get anything else from her tonight, he'd absolutely dream of this moment over and over again. He'd never forget this. Her sweet nectar oozing onto his tongue as he lapped up every drop. Pressing a kiss to her clit, resting his chin on her lower abdomen while her legs stayed draped over his shoulders, he eyed her curiously, "how do you fair now, my Lady?" He licked his lips happily, the look in his eye was positively sinful.

He'd never been more pleased.

Rhaena, on the other hand, covered her face with her arm. He could still see the faint pink glow blushing down her cheeks towards her exposed chest, groaning while she bit her lip, "surely the entire Keep has heard me,"

Aemond smirked at that, climbing atop her, "good," leaning down to kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and finally he stole her lips in a sloppily possessive kiss.

Reluctant as she was, she still gifted him another sultry moan. Tasting herself on his tongue, his sweet Rhaena. She was gently playing with the way his hair had fallen like a curtain over her, when he pulled back just a bit, she gazed up into his violet eye and his sapphire eye with an indecipherable look in her pale violet eyes.

"Surely I shall be ruined now," she whispered closely.

His gaze bore into hers, all fire and blood, harsh edges bared, "ruined for all others, but not me."

"Why do you want me so badly? We'd make a horrid match, all we do is bicker," she'd pouted just slightly, her brows furrowing deeply. Aemond smiled at her expression, there was something so innocent there...something cute…cute enough to kill...or nurture.

Rolling off of her, he laid himself next to her. Staring up at her ceiling for a moment, still revelling in the fact that he was truly here. He was laying in bed with Rhaena Targaryen after having just pleasured her. He couldn't help but smile to himself about that, surely those cunts, Stark or Corbray would never get to. He was certain they'd never even kissed her, and he'd make certain they'd never get to see her so vulnerable and bare. Those sounds she made should be saved for him and him alone, and that's how he'd keep it.

Then he looked over at Rhaena, a goddess in human form. Messy, fierce, Targaryen perfection right at his fingertips. He reached for her and she leaned into his touch, surely she didn't really think they weren’t meant for one another.

He sighed, gently tucking a silver loc behind her ear, gazing over at her, "most people aren't brave enough to bicker with me, much less a woman,"

"Aemond, I meant it seriously," she squinted at him.

"So did I," rolling his eye, he traced his thumb along the shell of her ear and then down along her jaw, "Rhaena, you must admit it. You do enjoy fighting with me, it awakens the dragon within you. You like our back and forth because it's volatile, sets you on fire and makes you want things."

His eye scanned her face as his words seemed to be setting in for her. She'd pull slightly away, the realization becoming apparent in her eyes, but she hadn't left his grasp.

So he slid his hand down her arm, causing gooseflesh in his wake till he landed on the curve of her hip. Drawing her closer to him, "you enjoy my company, little dragon. As frustrating as that is for you to admit. Monster that I am and all. All those other lowly twats at court may bend to your every whim, but you like this challenge I offer you."

A small smile grew on her sweet lips, "oh, so you wouldn't bow to me?"

His jaw clenched just slightly, certainly he would, but he wasn't about to admit it to her just yet.

Rhaena's smile slowly faded, "Aemond," she breathed, "maybe it's just a physical attraction,"

Her soft tone clashed with the way he roughly tugged her against him, "if it were, I would have taken what I wanted from you and discarded you by now. I wouldn’t have agonized over you for months and I would not be here speaking of wedding myself to you," he bristled at her previous statement.

His grip on her had become lethal, and she winced against him, but he went on sneering, "who else do you expect to make you feel what I do?"

"Vitriol and annoyance," Rhaena scowled, holding onto his shoulders, nails biting into him, a delicious pain washing over him, "you may be right, you're surely the only one with the correct amount of both."

With that he claimed her lips roughly, she bit his lip but did not release him. Swallowing his groan as she worked to pin him down and hold herself above him.

"See," he smiled venomously, licking his lip to see if she drew blood, "you've spent your life waiting to claim a dragon, so why don't you?"

His chest was heaving as his eye was willing her to do it, Gods, he wanted her to claim him. If she would just choose him...choose him above all others.

He just wanted to be her choice. For even as he's spent countless nights wishing to call Rhaena his . He was just as desperate for her to make him… hers .

Once again she looked as if his words had washed over her, Rhaena's eyes dancing up before she gazed back down at him. Groaning to herself, "Mmm, I suppose we do have much in common, no one else in the Keep reads nearly as much as we do. And I suppose my arguments with you have turned you into less of a cruel feral beast," she smirked down at him.

He'd be the one to roll his eye at the latter half of her reply.

"I suppose I have inadvertently tamed a dragon for myself," she smiled leaning towards his lips, "shall I take my mount, before he grows restless."

At that, Aemond's eye opened wide as he swallowed raggedly.

Did she truly wish to ride him?

Hopefully that was decent!

Also, someone smack me and tell me to refocus on my main long-form fic instead this smut! CAUSE why am I so invested in this! I'm multitasking and yet the smut is the only thing being written consistently! Expect Part 4 later in the week! Maybe on weekend! Because I will be dedicating this week to working on ch.5 of my main fic!

#rhaena x aemond #aemond x rhaena #rhaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaena smut #aemond smut #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #rhaemond

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tarvek-sturmvoraus · 2 years ago

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Hi I'm currently reading through a bunch of your Batman works on archive and there's one in particular that I have reread so many times now, and I was curious as to if you ever plan on making a sequel for it? It's "dry your smoke-stung eyes", and I just really really wanna know/see Bruce and Dick's reactions to learning how badly Tim wants to die, and maybe reading the stuff Tim left for them even tho Jason didn't end up killing him

I love your work, it's all so good, thank you so much for sharing!! That being said, please don't see this as me like demanding anything of you lmao I'm just curious as to where your thoughts have gone regarding this story, and if you had any ideas on Dick and Bruce in the aftermath of learning about Tim and Jason's encounter (like maybe Jason recorded his and Tim's conversation and showed it to them later like "how did you both fuck up this badly?" or something)

Anyways thanks for all your beautiful amazing fics, I hope you're doing well irl ❤️

hi!!! thanks for reading!!!! i don't usually plan sequels to one-shots, and "dry your smoke-stung eyes" is not an exception.

("parentification is a hell of a drug" may be, i have some Ideas.)

HOWEVER, i do have vague plans for a longer fic which will address tim's recovery from a suicide attempt like that one or its bloodier cousin "setting fire to our insides for fun". both those fics feature minimal comfort at the end despite being particularly upsetting plots because i feel like what's happening with tim is too serious to satisfyingly and sensitively address outside of its own full-length work. if i were the reader, i'd just be annoyed by half-assed comfort that leaves me and tim wanting.

jason asking dick and bruce "how did you fuck up so badly" is honestly a scene that needs to follow a lot of my fics so maybe i'll write some kind of one-size-fits-all xD

#ask destiny

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I��d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

#my fics #my 2k challenge #sebastian stan smut #smut #sebastian stan #mob au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan reader #sebastian stan reader insert #sebastian stan reader inserts #sebastian stan fanfiction

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deadsetobsessions · 9 months ago

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Clark was used to being, at the very least, respected by Bruce’s brood of birds.

Nightwing loved him as Robin, Red Hood and Red Robin was equally awed when they met him as Robins, and the current Robin… respected him on the field. Mostly.

So, whatever he’s done to receive Red Robin’s gimlet stare and blank face of immense disapproval, he needs to fix it. ASAP.

But what did he do wrong?

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Tim Drake was a vigilante on a Mission. No, he was a Bat on a Mission. And that mission is to make Superman’s life as hellish as possible for as long as it took for the man to get his head out of his ass.

While Tim understands the violation that the man must have felt with Conner’s existence coming into life by his nemesis, it doesn’t excuse how the grown adult had been treating Connor, who is still not an adult. In fact, he’s practically a child!

And any good vigilante or person would take offense at a kid being treated badly!

Well, even if Connor was forty, Tim would still feel the same way. His best friend is his best friend. Tim knows himself well enough to admit he is kind of intense and extremely protective of the people he gives his trust to. Ride or die? No, he’s ride, get revenge, and then die. Only Tim and Connor’s other, cherished, friends can hurt his feelings without fear of retaliation.

So when Superman failed to step up to his adult status, Tim Drake went nuclear. First, neutralize Superman’s allies. Fortunately, this is the easiest part of the entire operation. Unfortunately, this included Bruce. Oh well, Bruce should have picked better friends. Tim shrugged and sent a message to his fans and mentor.

RR: If you help Superman or try to stop me, I’ll tell Alfred exactly how many minutes you spent not resting after the last Arkham Breakout got contained and [img. 32] [blackmail 14. pdf] B-man: …Understood.

That’s one down.

RR: Wonder Woman. Can I interest you in a collector item originating from the first world war that currently legally belongs to Drake Industries? W-W: In exchange for my silence, no doubt. RR: It'll be delivered on Wednesday. I'm sure you'll have no time to visit the watch tower.

That's two of the main ones that would defend Superman. By the end of the week, Tim had blackmailed, bribed, and casually distracted everybody that could be in the watch tower next Wednesday, save for Superman. Tim strolled into the cave, locked eyes with the rest of his siblings and Bruce as he cracked open the encryption lock on the kryptonite container and plucked a sizable chunk out of the reinforced safe. He smiled politely at Dick, who stopped in his tracks, and strolled right back out.

"... You know, I don't want to get in between that." Dick muttered.

"Agreed." Damian crossed his arms, looking uneasy.

"That's the smile he gave me when he went to fuck up a gang that mugged Benard. The crime rates went down for a good half a year after that." Steph grimaced.

"I'm sure Supes deserved whatever Timbit's got in store for him. I'm not risking my hide for him." Jason went back to cleaning his guns.

Bruce simply sighed. He couldn't say anything, having been threatened into compliance ages ago. He mentally wished Clark good luck and may his gods have mercy on him, because Tim sure as hell won't.

RR: got the ok

RR: ready?

Cassieeee: Yeah, Bart's got the stuff.

RR: kryptonite secured. Kon?

Cassieeee: Jaime's distracting him

For the rest of the week, he needled and glared at Superman. Tim made sure Superman's existence on the Watch Tower was as miserable as it could be, starting with cold coffee that never heated no mater how much Superman lasered the liquid. Let it be said that Tim gave the man adequate warning.

At meetings:

"Regardless of Superman's less than adequate report-" Tim would say, reveling in the blatant insult because the man's an accredited reporter.

Or, when the League spoke with the present members of Young Justice, they'd do the opposite of Tim's heavy murder glare and ignore Superman the best they can.

With Zatanna's help, he'd concealed his presence from Superman's senses and stalked him around Metropolis for the remainder of the week, perching on the top of his headboard when Clark woke up, appearing behind him during meetings or casual conversations only to glare him.

Tim thought about shredding the man's personal life... but that would be a step too far. He's not a villain. Yet.

And when Wednesday came, Tim, flanked by a blood thirsty Cassie and a coldly cheery Bart, equipped his new kryptonite knuckle rings and stepped into the transporter. Clark was about to be on the receiving end of the most patient Robin. Only fools disturbed a dozing dragon, but Clark was an idiot and Tim is nothing but a full blooded Drake.

——

"What made you change your mind?" Dinah asked Clark. The man had been going to therapy more often, and had been interacting with Superboy more. He tried to check his tone.

Clark held a hand to his cheek. "Red Robin's reckoning," he muttered in a haze. Clark refused to elaborate, even as he glanced around warily.

Dinah stared at Clark. What the hell was he looking for? No one's here.

I love the idea of Tim being openly pissed at Clark for Conner's sake and just scaring the shit out of superman

#batman #tim drake #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #stephanie brown #tim: i respect your secure safe #also tim: it's not secure from me tho lol #tim uses his brains yes #but let him punch tf out of superman pls #i know those goddamn kryptonite knuckle rings exist #tim would totally make one for himself #kon el superboy #tim is ride or die #but it's more like ride or murder or anything #he's loyally unhinged your honor

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batfamcraze · 3 years ago

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My thoughts on Bruce and Jason’s relationship after reading Detective Comics (1937) #574:

So this issue focuses on Bruce’s journey of becoming Batman, and Jason getting healed by Dr. Leslie Thompkins in her clinic after being shot by Tetch/The Mad Hatter. While Jason is unconscious but stable, Bruce talks to Leslie about Jason’s life as Robin and what his future possibly lies ahead. (He also talks about his college experience which was fun to read, and interesting enough that it warrants its own post maybe)

Bruce is worried for Jason’s safety and contemplates on what to do with Jason as he thinks about Jason’s future. Leslie calls him out on it because he fired Dick as Robin for the same reason (getting shot).

Bruce says that the reason why Jason is different than Dick is because he’s saving Jason from a life of crime, and stopping the possibility of him becoming a criminal like his father Willis (i think it’s hinted though that Willis became one for his family because of money problems)

Side Note: The idea that Bruce saved Jason from a life of crime is Bruce’s own personal opinion and definitely not the truth. Jason said here in Batman (1940) #409 that he didn’t like being a criminal and that he did it because he had no other choice:

And in Batman #410, Bruce and Alfred talk about Jason as Robin and the possibility of him following in his bio dad’s footsteps with/without Bruce’s influence:

Bruce is explaining to Alfred that he wants to be Jason’s mentor/teacher, that he will train him as Robin and eventually let him go when he’s an adult, to make Jason decide for himself if he wants to become like his father or not. Which I think is very interesting in its own way, but a little weird considering that Jason told him before that he didn’t like being a criminal and that he didn’t have the luxury of having a normal job at that moment (because of his age, his financial situation and that he was alone). So Bruce’s opinion is definitely wrong here but anyway,

I think it’s interesting that Bruce had no intentions of adopting him at all in the first place, he wanted to be a good influence and teacher only! Eventually Bruce and Alfred do admit that they both enjoy his company. And in Detective Comics #573, Alfred tells Bruce that he likes having him around (and hints that maybe they could keep him?):

And Alfred says this to Bruce in Batman #415:

Now back to Detective Comics #574, and with all of that context in mind, it’s interesting how Jason has grown on Bruce and that he’s worried about him

He immediately worries about Jason’s future. That Jason may die as Robin or live and become a criminal with Bruce’s teachings. After having those thoughts he immediately says aloud that maybe Gotham doesn’t need Batman anymore if he can’t even help this one child. Leslie helps comfort him and tells him that he is what Gotham needs (Leslie and Bruce’s relationship is very interesting because it’s said in this issue that she’s his foster mom, and earlier she was telling him about her disapproval of him being Batman).

Then Jason wakes up implying that he listened to a bit of the conversation and that he still wants to be Robin anyway. It ends on a very cute note and their relationship is growing more than Bruce is aware of.

Reading these comics so far and seeing Jason’s current state, there is a lot to unpack here especially since we’re aware of his death, his resurrection and everything that came after. His earlier Robin comics add a lot of depth to the character that he is today. Bruce and Jason’s earlier relationship is so much more interesting than I thought.

The scene that stuck out to me the most was Bruce talking about Jason’s future going badly in 2 ways: Jason becoming a criminal like his father or Jason dying as Robin. It’s funny because this is Bruce’s 2 worst outcomes that he predicts for him and yet they both happen! Jason dies as Robin, he comes back to life and becomes Bruce’s antagonist for a while. His 2 worst fears came true (but not in the way he expected obviously) and when he had those thoughts at that moment he proclaimed that he would quit before those possibilities could happen and then Leslie calms him down telling him that he’s being too emotional. It’s crazy that their relationship has developed the way it is now. Jason’s death was such a tragedy and it’s really sad how it affects them. I’m gonna continue reading Jason’s Robin days and I’m gonna update more of my thoughts when I can. So far it’s already a wild ride.

Tell me some of your thoughts!

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years ago

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when jason todd was thirteen years old, bruce bought him a collection of dusty old novels from a dingy little bookstore as a christmas present. their spines were wrinkled and their pages were musty and jason read each one fifteen times over in joy. his favourite was a no-name florist’s personal journal, in which each flower they carefully cultivated was laid out in the page with watercolour, information along with the meaning of the plant was scribbled out in ink. it still rests on the top shelf of the bookcase in jason’s old room, gathering dust and losing memories.

vines grow all along the abandoned end of wayne manor gardens, vines that alfred doesn’t touch because he knows bruce finds the purple hyacinths beautiful. the frustrating part of these flowers, however, are that they refuse to bloom until late, when all the other flowers have blossomed and withered and died. only then do they slowly peek out of their buds, as bruce runs a gentle finger over them. please forgive me, are the words that line their petals, and bruce wonders who exactly he’s begging for forgiveness. damian, cass, for breaking all his promises for a new life? tim, for turning a smart little boy into a battle-hardened weapon? jason, for never loving him as much as he asked for? dick, for placing a responsibility on his shoulders simply because bruce can’t bear to bear it alone? or alfred, for breaking the man’s heart with every move he makes?

roy let dick borrow his pickup truck and kori was the one who lugged everything up the stairs to dick’s apartment, but dick was the one who transferred the dropping zinnias from their cracked plastic case into painted and patterned pots. they’re common, easy to grow, so dick knows he won’t mess up too badly, but their multicolored hue fills dick with a lightness that he cherishes. never forget the absent, they remind him constantly, and he never does. the orange pot on his kitchen counter makes him think of all the times wally had laughed while stuffing his face, the magenta cluster on his windowsill brings back memories of donna’s hugs. the pink pot on his coffee table is the same colour as lian’s favourite hairband, and he wishes the white flowers in a jar near his bed good morning and good night every day, twice, one for his mother and one for his father. sometimes a butterfly will come into his open window and land on the bright petals; that always makes dick smile.

jason wakes up screaming from nightmares more often than not, but he realizes too late that the screams are only ringing inside his head. the spines of asphodel flowers rake up and down his throat, scraping him raw until he drowns in his own blood. taking his rage out on anyone who crosses his path doesn’t stop them, breaking down sobbing and drunk with artemis and bizarro doesn’t stop them, staying up all night with coffee doesn’t stop them. so he visits his grave instead, and he wonders why the hell bruce keeps coming back. those ugly white flowers are always there, gently placed in front of a lovingly carved tombstone. my regrets follow you to the grave, they taunt him, and jason wonders what exactly bruce regrets: letting him die or finding out that he couldn’t love jason anymore when he came back?

janet drake’s favourite flowers were hollyhocks, and tim didn’t have the slightest idea why. he only knew this because during a birthday festival, hollyhock petals were flowered over the cake. still, he knew his mother loved them, so maybe if he became them, she would love him too. they’re hardy and they require very little care to bloom, so tim taught himself everything he needed to know and, bit by bit, clawed up a rock wall until he was entirely independent, and didn’t need his parents anymore. they came in every colour of the rainbow, so tim learned how to slip on masks as easy as a wish. the perfect partner batman could mold him into, the lightbulb of a disorganized team, a little brother for dick to love. most diseases cause minor cosmetic damage and can be disregarded, so tim took the beatings from criminals and let the scars decorate his skin without a single complaint. only years later did tim discover that hollyhocks mean ambition, and by then, tim’s ambition had far outgrown janet’s.

how difficult is it to become a symbol of hope after years of training to be a symbol of darkness? not that difficult, cass discovers, because darkness doesn’t necessarily mean death. chrysanthemums need light to bloom, but they’re at their most beautiful in the dark. bruce may need his family’s light to stay afloat, but he’s at his most powerful in the dark. so cass steps into the dark with him, knowing that batman is learning to turn his darkness into a protective cape instead of a smothering cloak. cass wields out death darkness fear without hesitation to criminals, as ominous as chrysanthemums at a funeral. but then she flips to friendship loyalty joy with her family, holding her hands out and waiting for someone to clasp on. she can be both, she discovers. she’s allowed to be both.

everything had a purpose. everything can be used. that’s what mother told him while applying her lipstick in the mirror, with damian sitting cross-legged on her bed, flipping a knife in his hands in coordination exercises. the lipstick was the same dark pink shade as the oleanders she ordered planted in nanda parbat, despite them not being native to the area. a single leaf could kill a man, she told him, so wield them wisely. she taught him to wield many other things too, everything from a sword to a poison to his own name. a glorious destiny, the plants whispered to him, and damian held those words up with pride until that destiny had been ripped out from underneath him, his mother abandoned him, and he was left alone in a place where he had no purpose. it was richard grayson who had smiled, tiredly but surely, and had picked him up and placed him back on his feet. “didn’t you know,” he said, “that oleanders were the first flowers to bloom after hiroshima? oleanders mean survival.”

okay so in case you missed it (because i spent wayyyy too long looking these up) here is each person, what flower i assigned them, and the flower’s meaning

bruce: purple hyacinth - please forgive me dick: zinnia - never forget the absent jason: asphodel - my regrets follow you to the grave tim: hollyhock - ambition cass: chrysanthemums - death, darkness, fear, friendship, loyalty, joy (this flower has a lot going on) damian: oleander - a glorious destiny, survival

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officialscaramouche · 3 years ago

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Hey hey! Could I request the reader overworks themselves and is all tired and stiff but refused to slepe adn keeps pushing so scara steps in and forces them to sleep and relax, like gives them a good massage then helps them sleep?

Anon I loved this prompt!! It was the first thing I did when I woke up, before I even brushed my teeth

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

tw: u may just die of fluff

wc: 1,447

Scaramouche dropped the folder into the box before heading out. He hated working late but what was he to do if the Tsaritsa wanted it before he left. Most of the time she gave a deadline but sometimes she’d want it sooner and that’s fine. He wasn’t incompetent; he could do his work on time. Regardless, he was finished and he couldn’t wait to see you. He passes by your office whenever he leaves simply because he knew you left before him and he always wanted to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. He hated coming back because you left something, so now he always checked. But something was different this time.

As it was late, nearly everyone had gone home. There were maybe two or three people other than himself that were unfortunately working late, but why was your office lit? He knocked, just to be sure, and pushed the door open. You lay on your desk asleep, drool pooling on your paperwork. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, walking over to your desk to straighten it up. You woke to his stirring, the sound of pens being dropped into your ceramic mug, and stretched up with a groan. “Shit,” you curse, looking at your damp papers. “I didn’t want to fall asleep.”

Scaramouche walked around to you and scooted your chair out, grabbing your hand delicately and guiding you up to your feet. “It can wait for tomorrow,” he said with his usual scowl. “Let’s go home and rest.”

The pressure on your shoulders to pump out more work didn’t go unnoticed by him. He watched you carefully as you sleepily slid into your shared home office and dropped the heavy folder of paperwork on the desk. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why don’t you just do that later? It’s my turn to make dinner, so sit down and eat.”

You flipped open the first packet of information and immediately the words began to scramble and jump, making your head sting. “My case manager wants it all done by the end of the week,” you grumbled, massaging your temple. “I haven’t even finished the first set of material he gave me, and he gave me some more today.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes as he pulled back, crossing his arms. “I hate that mother fucker,” he spat. “I oughta say a thing or two to him.”

“Please don’t,” you sigh. “The last thing I want is for him to take out his frustration on me more than he already has.”

“Fine,” Scaramouche said, turning to leave the room. “But you stop when I’m done cooking. And you don’t touch it again for the night.”

You give him a thumbs up before the door closes behind you.

Scaramouche was intentional with the dinner he made. When he cooked he liked to make healthy foods; it was all that he made when it was just him. But this time he wanted to make something that would put you to sleep on a full tummy. He didn’t need to go get you, as the smell pulled you out on your own. “That smells good,” you sauntered in, peering over his shoulder to look at the pot. “Give me a lot. I didn’t eat lunch today.”

Scaramouche chuckled as he spooned the curry onto your plate. “Of course, baby.”

You took your plate and sat down at the table, your utensils and napkins already there. He came around after a moment with his own plate, setting it on the table before disappearing back into the kitchen for drinks. You ate spoonful after spoonful of Scaramouche’s delicious cooking, your body warm with love and the unmistakable feeling of drowsiness washing over you.

You lean back into your chair when Scaramouche takes your plate to toss in the sink. “That was so good baby, thank you.”

He smiled, undoing his apron to hang on the wall. “You’re welcome, baby.”

“I can wash the dishes in a bit, I’m just so tired.”

Your boyfriend walked up and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it later. Just go lay down, I’ll join you in the bedroom in a bit.”

You wobble over to your room, being so unbelievably tired. This was the most exhausted you’ve ever been. You were always home first, where you could cook for him or clean the house or go grocery shopping for dinner. But this week you hadn’t been able to get any work done, so you started leaving later, while still getting home with enough time to prepare for Scaramouche. But that wasn’t enough either.

You hated working at home because you know how irritated both you and him get when there’s work to be done at home, and the last thing you wanted was to not get anything done. You stayed the latest you could tonight and you would’ve stayed longer if your boyfriend hadn’t woken you up.

Stripping of your clothes and throwing yourself into bed, the softness of the mattress was already enough to put you to sleep. Scaramouche walked in not too long after, crawling into bed next to you. He leaned over you, kissing the backs of your shoulders, hands reaching up to squeeze the muscle there. “Mmn,” you groan at his touch. “You don’t have to, sweetie.”

He continues with his kisses and squeezes. “I want to, though,” he says against your skin. “My baby’s been working so hard lately. You deserve it.”

He gets all the way up, straddling your bottom as he works his hands into your back. His touch is firm, but not too rough, and he’s kneading out the knots in your neck. His touch kind of tickles, his coarse hands scratching at your soft back.

Then he goes down your spine, gently working out the cracks in each vertebrae as he goes down, smoothing out the muscles that hold you up all day. As badly as you wanted to enjoy the massage, you can’t fight the sleep that takes over under his touch.

For the first time ever, you’re the one who wakes up after him. You jolt awake, realizing you’ve slept longer than normal, and you hurry to the bathroom to get ready. You had another long day ahead of you, and you were already up to a late start. Scaramouche’s side of the bed was already cold and made, and you were a little upset that he didn’t bother to wake you up knowing you had so much to do.

You shimmy into whatever clean clothes you had and throw the bedroom door open and run to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. But breakfast had already been made, and Scaramouche was putting up the last of the dishes. “I was just about to wake you,” he said calmly. “Sit and eat while it’s still hot.”

You brush past him and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks baby, but I’m just gonna take some fruit and go. I need to get started on my work.”

Scaramouche dries his hands with a rag and flips it over his shoulder, jutting his thumb over to the table. “Don’t worry about it, I did it last night.”

You peek from behind the fridge. “You what?!”

“Yeah, while you were sleeping last night. It’s fine, just sit down and eat please.”

Your eyes sting as the tears approached, and you cried tears of happiness. You were so stressed about getting all of this done, and yet your amazing boyfriend managed to do it all in one night. “T-Thank you S-Scara!!! How did you d-do all of it?!”

He let out a laugh and pulled you close to him, cradling you with an arm around your waist and a hand on your chin. “I’ve been doing paperwork all of my life, sweet thing.” He kissed you and thumbed at the tears on your cheeks. “Now please, eat with me.”

You stuffed your face with rice and grinned. “I hope he doesn’t give me anything more to do,” you spoke through your food. “But if he does, I’ll do it all by myself.”

Scaramouche sipped his tea and looked at you from over the rim. “I sure hope he doesn’t either,” he chuckled, knowing very well that a passive-aggressive note with his stamp right in the middle of the page had just so happened to slip inside your folder. And if “Don’t dump your bullshit reports on your colleagues just because your dick is too small and face too ugly for Signora to notice you,” doesn’t work, then termination would do just fine.

#writing #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Drabble #oneshot

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an-android-child · 7 months ago

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I HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP ABOUT BRUCE'S CHILDREN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO I'm procrastinating so hard but what else is new

Ok so in favour of this being an honest and fair comparison, I'm only gonna talk about real children (so no hallucinations or dreams or Alfred fanfics) who have interacted with the main universe, be it because Bruce or someone from the main earths has met them in their universe or because they went to our main universe (so no elseworlds or imaginary stories), AND who have been legally adopted or are bio children (so no mentees or emotionally adopted children). I'll also mention foster children.

Let's get this started!!!

Dick Grayson (adopted)

First appearance: Detective Comics (1937) #38

Date of first appearance: April, 1940

No need for presentations I'm sure! The one and only first boy wonder! The mold where all child sidekicks came out from, and the first canonical (depends so much on the author lol, I have a whole meta here) son of Bruce Wayne.

Lance Bruner (adopted)

First appearance: The Brave and the Bold (1955) #83

Date of first appearance: May, 1969

Another child officially adopted I wished we'd seen more of. His personality is super interesting to me, from bad boy badly grieving to someone full of regret and self-sacrifice. I wished we could see more of the official first dead Robin lmao.

Enoch and Roger Jr. Birnam (adopted as godsons)

First appearance: The Brave and the Bold (1955) #98

Date of first appearance: November, 1971

This comic run really liked the idea of Bruce adopting children. Such a shame they're mostly one-shot kids. In this story, Batman (not Bruce, Batman) is the godfather of both children of the late Roger Birnam, who he promised to protect along with their beautiful mother after the man died. The thing is, Batman doesn't know there are two kids, because one has been hidden since birth by their evil witch mother, and that's because Enoch is a satanic cult leader. He's also six or less. It doesn't matter anyway because the wife and evil son die, so Batman is left to take care of the good son, Roger Jr., because that's how morality works! You're born good or you're born evil and we don't need to think about that anymore because Roger Jr. vanishes forever either way! Aren't comics great.

But now fr, I wouldn't mind a modern re-telling of this story that is a little bit deeper and complicated. And also wouldn't mind seeing Roger Jr. back.

Bruce Wayne Jr. (biological)

First appearance: World's Finest (1941) #215

Date of appearance: January, 1973

Okay, seeing as there are a bajillion Bruce Wayne Jr., I'm gonna count the Super-Sons computer shenanigans one as its own character, because the other one, whose mother was Kathy Kane, was very clearly an imaginary story. The computer one with no mother is a simulation that becomes alive and almost destroys the world before sacrificing himself (and also Clark Jr., who is also there, does the same of course). Some of the stories haven't aged really that well, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't find enjoyment in some of them.... When the time period allows it (you have to read this comics with a detached mindset, or else the racism and rampant misogyny can get... Way too much). The first story is still my favourite, and so is the forsaken son one. Wouldn't mind seeing more of him and Clark, baby, in the future. Also look at his cute bathrobe.

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: All-Star Comics (1940) #69

Date of first appearance: December, 1977

Just like Bruce Jr., there's a bunch of Helenas who have interacted with the main universe. The first iteration ever created was named Helena Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne and a reformed Selina Kyle. A lawyer by day and a vigilante by night, she's a full-time resident of Earth Two, where the Golden Age stories took place. Thanks to her, we have the vigilante mantle Huntress. Sadly, the multiverse as we knew it would eventually be destroyed during the events of Crisis on Infinite Earths, and within it so was Earth Two. And so, this lovely Helena would meet an untimely demise later on, even though she was able to escape to Earth One and not be destroyed with her original universe. Also, she used to call younger Earth One Bruce "uncle Bruce", and I think that was super cute of her.

Jason Todd (adopted)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #357

Date of first appearance: March, 1983

Once again, just like Dick, depending on the source he would be adopted or a legal ward or whatever. Who knows! (In the Dick meta I mentioned before there's a great reblog that expands on Jason's place in Bruce's life, here's a link to that) But I'm weak so I'm gonna go with adopted (I love the child custody battle with Natalia Knight, one of my favorite Batman arcs just because of how bonkers of a premise it is). I love his pre-crisis Robin run, and combined with his post-crisis origin it makes for a very solid character. I love him as the cautionary tale and then, once back from the dead, as the self-made tragedy. He's fascinating I'm gonna eat him alive.

Damian Wayne (biological)

First appearance: Batman: Son of the Demon

Date of first appearance: December, 1987

Another child that doesn't need an introduction! He has a very convoluted origin story with some misses down the way, but he has gone through major character development and I really do enjoy him a lot. He's fun, he's great, he deserved his own spotlight. Tomasi's run is my favourite no doubt.

Talking about spotlight, this guy has.... a lot of clones. Be it "defective" ones living on a paradise island or fetuses in glass bubbles, this kid has clones for days. Well, more accurately, test tube siblings with similar genetic makeup. Hell, he's a test tube baby himself I believe. Depending on how you want to count the NUMEROUS clones/siblings of Damian made with Bruce's and Talia's DNA, the number of Bruce's children can get exponentially huge fast. But just in case, I'll refrain from counting all of them and just focus on the one that most people remember.

Hank and Jenny Watkins (fostered)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #423

Date of first appearance: September, 1988

One of my favorite Batman stories! The way his humanity is shown, his soft spot for children, aughhh it's so beautiful. I wished this children would have stayed a little longer lol. Also hilarious story in hindsight when taken into consideration what issue comes next.

Tim Drake (adopted)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #436

Date of first appearance: August, 1989

Another child that I believe requires no presentation. Temporarily as a foster while his bio dad was in a coma, tried desperately at first to avoid adoption after a traumatic experience turned him into an orphan, even getting to the point of falsifying an uncle. But he ended up giving in and becoming a Wayne with pride. He's a fascinating character, and his relationship with Bruce is way more interesting than fandom seems to make it out to be, but that's for another post lmao.

Cassandra Cain (adopted)

First appearance: Batman #567

Date of first appearance: July, 1999

Cass my favourite Batgirl my favourite character, she's so amazing she's a tragedy she's hilarious she's so like Bruce she's so different from him, she's a weapon she's a hero, her father loved her he never showed her real love she doesn't know what's wrong with shooting at your own daughter, Cassandra Cain-Wayne i love you so fucking much, I would kill for you and you would hate me for it. No flanderization or bad fanon take will eever take away the experience of reading Batgirl 2000 for the first time and seeing shrimp emotions. I literally cannot recommend it enough.

Heretic (biological)

First appearance: Batman and Robin (2009) #12

Date of first appearance: July, 2010

The most well known clone of Damian Wayne, an adult body with a baby face version of Damian with mommy issues to boot. Oh, and also brutally murdered Damian. How could I forget. Not to worry though, death never sticks in comics.

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: Huntress (2011) #1

Date of first appearance: December, 2011

Enter Earth 2! Not to be confused with Earth Two, of course.

Following the events of Flashpoint, for the first time since Crisis on Infinite Earths, a new multiverse was created, resulting in the creation of a new new Earth 2. She would be, once again, Batman's and Catwoman's daughter, and was even Robin for a little in her childhood. Instead of seeing her mom die, this Helena sees her father die instead. She and her best friend Supergirl (more well known later on as Power Girl) entered a Boom Tube (don't question it) in pursuit of someone they thought was Darkseid, and ended up in another universe. You won't guess which one.

Stranded on Prime Earth, Helena and Kara adapted to the new world remarkably well. Helena, leveraging her knowledge of Wayne Enterprises, siphoned funds to help them settle. Initially, they sought a way back to their Earth, but with no success, Helena pivoted to crime-fighting. She stayed covert, frequently changing identities, notably as (you won't fucking guess) Helena Bertinelli. And you'd ask, what happened to our Helena Bertinelli, while all this shit was happening. Well... She was presumed dead for unknown reasons. And got her identity stolen in the meantime. Fun!

Funded by discreet withdrawals from Wayne Enterprises, she became the vigilante, Huntress, going after global crime syndicates for five fucking years. Without our Batman noticing a thing. She would eventually meet him, of course, and even her brother Damian (before meeting her own father she met her brother, which is fascinating to me) and also she ended up returning to her original Earth, even becoming Batman there with her own Robin (Dick's son, John Grayson).

Duke Thomas (fostered)

First appearance: Batman (2011) #21

Date of first appearance: August, 2013

Following a plot of the Joker to recreate Bruce's most traumatic night, Elaine and Doug (Duke's parents) were permanently jokerized and moved into a facility on the Wayne estate. Head of the We are Robin movement (run I super recommend) and later known as the meta hero Signal, whose powerset is as confusing to the reader as it is to the writer apparently, because no one seems to agree on what his powers are. What is well-known though is the fact that Duke moved into Wayne Manor to begin his Batman training and was temporarily fostered. Depending on the author the relationship with Bruce changes dramatically: from mentor-student, to colleagues, to father-son like, to friends, etc. (where have I seen this phenomenon before I wonder....) Even so, before his mother got cured he did live at the manor and was officially fostered, so I'm counting him. I love him dearly btw, he's such a fun chatacter, with a strong personality that I wished writers played more with. His run with the outsiders was very fun, if a bit cliche, and his "Robin" run is amazing.

Thomas Wayne The Second (biological)

First appearance: Detective Comics (2011) #27

Date of first appearance: March, 2014

On the anniversary of his parents' deaths, Bruce is visited by the Phantom Stranger, who teleports him into an alternative reality where, instead of being killed, Thomas Wayne gets shot in the arm and punches the wannabe mugger in the face. He is shown later on to have lost the arm, but he's alive and happy, and so is Bruce. With living parents, a beautiful wife (Natalya Trusevich, that ukranian main continuity gf that didn't last long), and their son, Thomas Wayne, they're the perfect family. Of course, without Batman, Gotham is overrun by crime, Gordon is quadriplegic, Ra's al Ghul is in the process of conquering Europe, and Dick has been put on death row after murdering Tony Zucco. So, all in all, not the best of times to not be Batman.

Bruce says goodbye to his nine year old son (pictured above) and begs the Phantom Stranger to send him back to his own reality, with the knowledge that sometimes sacrifice is a necessity. A grim reminder, if I've ever seen any. Also kind of a dick move for Phantom Stranger.

Jarro (adopted)

First appearance: Justice League (2018) #10

Date of first appearance: December, 2018

Jarro my beloved Starro cloned in a Jar. I love him so much, he has such a cute and vibrant personality. I unironically miss him and want to see more of him. He calls Bruce dad that's his BABY!!!!! Bruce told him he was proud of him!!!! He's so damn cute and small I'm gonna eat him alive

Kull (biological)

First appearance: Dark Nights: Death Metal Trinity Crisis (2020) #1

Date of first appearance: November, 2020

Kull was the daughter of a Batman and Wonder Woman from a world of the Dark Multiverse. Her mother trained her in the art of Amazonian combat and she was also trained by her father. A bunch of Earth 0's heroes, including our Wonder Woman and Batman, tried to sneak into Castle Bat (who was a giant Bruce Wayne who had been fused with Gotham City or something??? I don't really remember but whatever). Kull and some others were ready for them, and as Wonder Woman struggled against her, Jarro separated the bad guys from the heroes by controlling the mind of Castle Bat (don't question it). I don't think she survived, but it's always fun to see wonderbat children in the wild.

Saif, Taj and Janan Al Ghul (biological)

First appearance: Batman/Superman (2019) Authority Special #1

Date of first appearance: January, 2022

Children of Bruce and Talia al Ghul from a reality in the Dark Multiverse where the Empire of Shadows has taken over the world and some alternative universes. And Bruce is evil, because of course he is. They were able to open a portal that allowed Janan and Saif to go to our main earth so they could conquer it, and that's when they met our Batman and Midnighter. Meanwhile, our Superman and the authority went to the other evil dimension to fight the third brother, Taj, which is great for me because it means all three siblings have interacted one way or another with our Earth 0, so I can count them all for this list lmao.

Janan would later cross over to our main earth once again and become a Superman villain, so you may know her from that. She underwent an extreme makeover though (pictured below).

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: The New Golden Age (2023) #1

Date of first appearance: January, 2023

Infinite Frontier confirmed that all of Pre-Crisis Earth 2 history is now part of Earth 0's canon after the events of Dark Knights: Death Metal. It's unclear whether this applies to Helena's story or not, but everything we've seen of her indicates this is a brand-new version of Helena, so I'm counting her as a separate character.

Helena Wayne is once again the daughter of Batman and Catwoman from an averted future where her father once again was murdered, this time as a result of the schemes of the time-traveling Per Degaton (don't question it). She would never become Robin, because the moment she discovered her father was Batman (after stabbing him in the kitchen) Selina forced Bruce to retire. Also, unrelated but in this averted future the JOKER'S SON WAS A ROBIN?? Nothing is explained about that, but it's such an interesting idea and I'm so mad we're never gonna expand on that (pictured below the only moment this is ever mentioned, in this Helena's debut issue. I'm so mad).

Moving on, she then joined the Infinity Inc. and the JSA as the heroine known as the Huntress. As a temporal remnant of a future that is no longer possible, she exists as a living paradox. Or something along those lines.

This future would have been main continuity if she hadn't gone off and told Bruce about his untimely demise. Right now, she's lost in time in our main dimension. She also hasn't met Bertinelli, nor given a reason for her chosen vigilante name, nor done anything worth mentioning aside from that time she hugged our main continuity Bruce. Our Buce has decided to keep Helena at arm's length, setting her up in a penthouse he owned up in New York City, rather than allowing her to stay in Gotham, and also giving her the cover story of being his cousin rather than daughter. He did offer to revise the arrangement and have her come to Gotham, but after all the ordeal had been done. She rejected the offer, knowing that, if the current iteration of the timeline was anything like her own, Bruce and Selina were about to have something of a a major disagreement. But who cares abour Gotham War any of this am I right.

All of this happened in November of 2023. And yet, nothing of worth has been done with her. I guess we'll still have to wait and see what will become of her.

Terry McGinnis (biological)

First appearance (in main universe comics): The New 52: Futures End FCBD Special Edition (2024) #1

Date of first appearance (in main universe comics): June, 2014

I owe my life to @momachan for helping me find the comic where this two meet in main continuity, making it possible for me to count him. I don't think he needs any presentation. Like Damian, he's a test-tube baby but. Even more complicated because Timm. I adore him I love him he's the only one who can inherit the Batman mantle. Love him to bits

Bruce (Zur-En-Arrh's clone)

First appearance: Batman (2016) #147

Date of first appearance: July, 2024

Okay this one is complicated. Buckle up, this is a wild ride.

Bruce's stereotypical evil alter created this clone to be the first in a long line of expendable robins. He gave him all of the original Bruce's memories but partitioned away any that could cause him to develop a conscience or question him and also deliberately engineered him to rapidly age and have a short lifespan. Also he programmed him to see Zur as his father. And because Zur is basically Bruce with another personality... yeah. I'm counting him tentatively.

He died of old age almost immediately because this is DC and Gd forbid we do interesting things with new characters.

Ok, so in total we could say that our Bruce from main continuity has a whopping of 21 children who have interacted with him, between adoptive and biological. If we count the temporarily fostered ones, the number rises to 24 children that Bruce has had custody over throughout the years. AND if we wanna count only the children that come from our main universe, we have 15 children he has had custody over, 13 of them officially adopted or biological. Damn, indeed.

Okay so if I've missed anyone please let me know!!!! I love learning stuff!!!!

BONUS

Danny Benson (Statue Father?)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #107

Date of first appearance: April, 1957

Ok, so, I know I just said I'd only talk about official children.... but man, some of this kids deserve a bonus mention, not because I'm gonna count them for the list or anything, but because how crazy fascinating their stories are.

Okay so in this case, in true Golden Age fashion, this premise is bonkers: basically this kid is lonely cause his dad died and his mom works all day so... he has decided to adopt himself a father. A statue father. A statue father of Batman (this is literally the premise, btw. The story is called The Boy who Adopted Batman and like, what a title). Batman gifts the boy a bike and everything, and the kid helps solve a case with it. Just... what a fascinating idea, man.

Allie (Maybe? Let me explain)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #577

Date of first appearance: May, 2000

Here's the thing: this little girl only appears in one story. She's a blind girl who ran away from an abusive foster home at the age of seven and also has a psychic link to crocodiles. She lives in the Batcave's rain gutters. Bruce never takes her to CPS, but makes sure her abusive foster parents are put in jail, and also gives her and her crocodile "siblings" free reign to be in the Batcave. She protects the cave from intruders trying to get in through the sewers in the only issue she appears in, and Bruce is very clearly adamant on wanting her living a normal life outside of dirty sewers. But also, we never see her again. At all. I'm putting her as a maybe because Bruce doesn't deny the "adopt all of us" request, and also doesn't try to make her go away from the sewers. But also, I wanna see more of her cause. What the fuck? What a fucking interesting chatacter? Lmao?

Once again, I'm not gonna count her as an official child or anything, but I still wanted to mention her because I love her and I miss her and she deserves a good home and more people need to know about her. DC let me write the comics I'm begging you

BONUS SUPER SERIOUS TOTALLY LEGIT MENTION: The whole JLI

First appearance: Justice League (1987) #1

Date of first appearance: May, 1987

The JLI lineup with Batman is one of my favorites, even if it's short-lived, and when I tell you all of this grown ass people are children. Bruce needs to come back to help J'onn coparent because that martian's SUFFERING. The way he literally quits because he can't "babysit them anymore" is so funny to me. This beautiful post made by @apopcornkernel shows a compilation of out of context images dnsjcknjd enjoy

superman has like 13 kids compared to Bruce's like 6

#SORRY HIT POST WAY TOO EARLY MY BAD #augh Tumblr app my beloathed #dc meta #dc #this post took me SO LONG #AND I'M FINISHING IT TODAY BECAUSE I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW AND IM PROCRASTINATING #SOMEONE FORCE ME TO WORK

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years ago

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♡ prompt: “i thought you were dead? for years, i thought you were dead! and i hate that i still love you and never moved on!”

♡ pairing: tim drake (red robin) x fem! reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “you’re riding high in April, shot down in May but I know I’m going to change that tune when I’m back on top in June. I said that’s life and as funny as that may seem, some people get their kicks stomping on a dream.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / please check the pinned tweet please! since i’m very low on inspiration.

Tim Drake stared at you, mouth wide open, not knowing what to say or do. he felt like he saw a ghost. you were standing across the room, talking amongst others as they instantly crowded around you. everyone had thought the same thing Tim did and only a selective few knew about your whereabouts.

you were giving Dick a hug, whispering in his ear about how much you missed him as Damian stood there dumbfounded. Jason was not in the room or else you knew that he would be giving you an earful about the entire situation. Jason always did think of you as a sister when you first started dating Tim.

“what the fuck happened to you?” Damian screamed, finally coming into the realization of the situation, “you were dead! we saw you die! all of us did!” he continued. you bent down, giving him a hug as he didn’t bother to try and deny it.

“it’s a long story. i was under secrecy for a long time and couldn’t tell or say anything without me getting caught,” you told him. you looked to Dick who still couldn’t believe what was going on, “it must’ve been a monumental mission if you were technically dead for three years and I couldn’t know about it,” he replied.

you nodded, whispering to him that you’d tell them the details later, “is...he around?” you asked, referencing Tim. Dick moved a bit to the left, revealing the man you were still madly in love with. you felt yourself gulp, scared on his reaction, “oh god, I never realized how bad this is,” Dick whispered to himself, sensing the tension immediately.

you swinging around the Batcave, Batman clearly annoyed with your antics as you finally plopped down next to him, “aww c’mon Bruce! live a little! this Batcave is so depressing and need I say, dark?” you said, hearing the door jingle open.

“great, the boys are here,” he murmured, realizing that introductions had to happen between you and his sons. Bruce had taken you in a few months ago, under the guise that you needed a better mentor, “you haven’t met them, right?” he asked.

you shook your head no, “course I haven’t! it’s my first week in Gotham!” you exclaimed happily. you did hero work out of the west coast and happened to finally land in Gotham for the first time ever, “although I did run into Damian earlier in the week so I think he’ll recognize me!”

Tim and Dick were the ones who walked in, conversing about some Gotham football game. you smiled at the two boys as they stopped dead in their tracks, “uh....Bruce, who is this?” Dick asked, pointing at you. you stood up, shaking their hands, “I’m ( your name )! Bruce’s new apprentice!” you explained.

the two sighed, Dick’s first thought being if Alfred knew about you. Tim on the other hand didn’t exactly respond as quick. you were oddly excitable, not exactly the personality that ran rampant across the ‘family’, “apprentice or daughter?” Dick asked, a bit playfully.

“she’s an apprentice. no need to adopt someone who’s already an adult,” he replied as he stood up himself, “she came from the west coast so she doesn’t exactly know her way around here. it’d be helpful if one of you showed her around. I don’t trust Jason or Damian enough,” he said, walking to another one of the computers.

“Stephanie isn’t around?” Damian asked, walking inside of the cave, “she’s already acquainted with her and she isn’t available to do it right now so it’s up to Dick or you Tim,” Bruce repeated. Dick looked to his brother with his eyebrow lifted up, “well?” he asked Tim.

the two of them went to look at you who was already not paying attention to what was going on. you were nose deep into a computer with music blaring inside of your headphones, “I swear that girl has ADHD or something,” Damian murmured to his brothers, “but I think Drake should do it! you just love getting to know people, don’t you?” Damian pressured.

Bruce nodded in agreement, “it’s settled, you’re showing her around!” Tim stared at Damian, ready to attack the gremlin with his bare hands, “appreciate it Tim!” you yelled from your seat, surprising the three who thought you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

it was already a few months into your internship with the Batfamily. you had gotten closer with Jason, Stephanie, and because of your relationship with Dick, you befriended Starfire as well. even though your work was constantly surrounding you around Tim, you weren’t around him much unless it had to do with work.

“where you heading off too?” Jason asked, seeing you all dressed up, “Star, Barbara, and Steph wanted to go out for the night since we aren’t on duty so we’re going to get drinks up the street,” you told him. he nodded, looking to Tim and seeing the way he was checking you out, “why do you go with them, Tim?” he asked.

Tim looked at Jason with a bewildered expression, “why would I be the only guy in the group?” he asked sarcastically. you on the other hand jumped up in joy, “you should!” you exclaimed, “come on! it would be amazing! you know you want too!” you poked Tim’s side in anticipation.

he sighed, slipping a bit on the couch, “fine,” he muttered, making you excited all over again. you gave him a few minutes to get himself together, “you know he likes you, right?” Jason told you. you laughed out of genuine shock, “who? Tim? yeah right!” you let out another laugh, not believing he was lying to your face, “fine, don’t believe me but it’s pretty obvious.”

you couldn’t say much else as Tim walked out, hair restyled and threw on a different jacket, “ready?” he asked, hands deep in his pockets. you nodded, throwing Jason a scrap piece of paper before heading out the door as Dick walked inside, “meeting the girls?” he asked.

“yeah and I’m taking your brother as a hostage,” Dick was surprised, “did you finally?” he started to ask before Tim screamed at him to shut up, “how about we leave,” Tim told you, discreetly hitting Dick on the back of his leg as retaliation.

the two of you walked out as you told Tim that the place you usually went out with the girls was in walking distance, “I think they’re going to be surprised you even decided to leave your apartment,” you joked as he rolled his eyes playfully, “I don’t think they’ll mind. at least Stephanie can stop saying that I never go out,” he said.

you laughed softly, “yeah you might be going out with a bunch of girls but it sure beats being stuck inside playing video games or doing work,” you replied, “yeah, guess your right,” you two walked inside of the restaurant, already seeing Steph, Starfire, and Barbara sitting at the usual table.

the three girls had their mouth hanging as they saw you walking in with Tim, “he actually came out?” Barbara screamed, not believing Tim was actually out, “yeah, figured it was better than staying in for the night!” you said excitedly.

“I couldn’t even get him to come out with me at times and I dated him,” Steph murmured under her breath to Star. she laughed as you pulled chairs for you and Tim, “I’m getting first round of shots!” you told the group excitedly. Star and Barbara had followed you to the bar, leaving Steph and Tim in a small awkward silence

“you like her don’t you?” she asked. Tim nodded, figuring it was better to just tell the truth than to lie, “that’s cute! she’s a great girl. I’m happy you finally found someone else but I will say one thing, I think you better get a move on with your feels with her because I know a few others who have an interest in her and one might be on your team,” she said, not so subtly hinting at Connor.

Tim was taken back by what Stephanie was telling her but remained silent, “and I think she’d say yes on Connor so you better be quick,” she laughed, seeing Tim’s slightly jealous eyes. you returned to the table, giving everyone their glass as you raised yours in the air, “to Tim! for actually leaving his house for once!” you screamed as they all raised their glass and took the shot down.

throughout the night, Tim saw the way you were singing and dancing with Steph and Star, your terrible drunk singing voice getting louder as they played ‘poker face’ by lady gaga towards the end of the night.

you stared at Riddler, seeing that he was ready to attack Tim with full intentions to kill him. you debated for a moment, saving a few civilians from getting mildly hurt or seeing your boyfriend get killed? you chose the latter and ran to Tim who was not paying attention in the slightest at what Riddler was doing.

“Red!” you screamed, your feet moving as fast as they could and pushing him out of the way. you felt the slice of the knife into your stomach as you had successfully pushed Tim to safety, “fuck,” you whispered, seeing the blood already pooling underneath you.

although you getting hurt was already pre-planned, you had no intentions of getting hurt this badly, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you continued, trying to grab your cape to stop the bleeding, Tim stared down at you, seeing the blood gushing at a rate too dangerous for his liking, “hold on, please hold on!” he screamed, moving you out of harms way.

Bruce had saw you giving him the signal, weakly but you still gave it to him. it was your only chance for your pre-planned mission to actually succeed and the start of that plan was to make you die in front of everyone. Bruce had swung down from the stairs, seeing the way your eyes closed.

“she needs to go to the hospital,” he told Tim, making him rush you to the hospital himself. he knew this was the only time he would be able to say his goodbyes to you and he need to make it count, “go now!” he yelled.

Tim dragged your almost lifeless body to the nearest hospital, screaming at the staff that you needed help immediately. the nurses grabbed your body, hauling it to the OR as Tim sat there, blood all over his uniform as he watched you get wheeled into the hallway.

it felt like hours by the time they gave an update to all of them. Bruce, Tim, Dick, Jason, Steph, Barbara, and Damian, were sitting in the waiting area, munching on food nervously as the nurse came out of the hallway, eyes bleary with tears.

“she didn’t make it out of surgery. she passed.”

all of them (for the exception of Bruce), immediately bursted into tears. Tim more than anyone had fell to the ground, having no control of his body as he screamed that it couldn’t be true and that you weren’t actually gone. a part of Bruce’s heart broke seeing his son having a mental breakdown but he knew for their safety and yours, he couldn’t say a word.

the following days were left to plan your funeral as the nurses who relied your wishes stated that you wanted a closed casket for no one, not even Tim, to see your dead body. Tim hadn’t spoken a word to anyone as he only spoke up when it came for him to plan your arrangements.

they buried your casket with your uniform laying on top of it as they all saw your casket get lower and lower to the ground. Tim was by this point sobbing as he couldn’t have cared who saw and who didn’t.

Dick grabbed Damian, moving themselves to another part of the room as you walked slowly to Tim. he had yet to say anything but as soon as you locked eyes with him, you both let out sobs to each other. Tim grabbed you by the arms, bringing you into a hug as he sobbed into your shoulders.

“what the fuck is going on?” he yelled, not knowing what to say, “I’m alive Timmy. I didn’t die that night,” you practically sobbed back to him. he released you, now anger and sadness crossing over him, “what the fuck do you mean you didn’t die?” he screamed, scaring Dick and Damian in the process.

you sat on the ground, trying to compose yourself, “I went on an undercover mission for league. I had to die in order to protect not only myself but all of you and the entire league. which explains why I look different,” you murmured the last part.

“I thought you were dead. for years, I thought you were dead! and I hate that I still love you and never moved on!” he exclaimed, seeing the way you stared at him heartbrokenly, “you think I wanted this to happen? it was for the betterment of the league if I took on this mission. I never wanted to leave you or Steph, hell I didn’t want to leave any of you but I had too! it broke my heart knowing what I had to do!” you yelled back.

Tim bent down, taking you into his arms, “what the hell are we going to do?” he whispered in your ear, not knowing how to respond to any of this rationally. you shrugged as the two of you tried to calm yourselves down from the hysterics you both were throwing, “I just need you here with me,” you whispered back.

Tim nodded, not releasing you from the hug you were giving him. “I won’t. I won’t let you go! not anymore!” he replied. you laughed through your tears as you heard someone else walk into the room.

“what the fuck.....” you heard Steph and Jason’s voice scream through the Batcave, “what the FUCK is going on?” they screamed in panic.

hehehe a cliffhanger

#DC comics #DC imagines #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc #Tim Drake #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #Tim Drake x Y/n #Red Robin #red robin x reader #comics #red robin imagine #red robin x y/n

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is-nini · 4 years ago

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Alpha Albedo x Omega reader.

Smut!

You hum as you greet the classmates that passed you on the way class. You're a omega in your highschool but in this place being omega and alpha doesn't really matter that much, sure there will be some people who loves to bully omega's but as long as you don't mess with that person you're okay.

Today is your heat day and you came prepared, you have bought your pills and put it in your backpack. You're a pretty different omega you need to drink your pills two time. After breakfast and after lunch time.

You walk towards your class with no bother whatsoever and that's great! There's still a long time until the bell rings sooo you decided to see your beloved alpha, your boyfriend, Albedo.

As you about to walk out the door, you bump into someone, they wrap their hands around your waist and smiled at you.

"Albedoooooo".

You squeal with glee as he straighten you up and stroke your cheek.

"Yess yes, goodmorning and hello to you too love".

He said, making you giggle and hug him, you both started to talk about random stuff, while you and him walks out of the classroom you both fail to notice someone sneaking inside, they went through your bag and grab your pill, slipping away.

You and Albedo is just having a sweet time with you, he really really loves your scent it's so comforting but sweet. He has already scented you a couple of time and it never fail to put on a red shade on your face.

Albedo looks at the clock nearby and takes your hand, leads you to your class.

"Have a good time in class".

He said, slowly letting you go, you nod and smile at him, holding his cheek and kissing it when there's not much people in the hallway.

"You too".

He quickly peck your mouth and started to walk to his class. No one knew that Albedo was so sweet, and you don't mind. You're proud that he is only showing this side to you.

The class went normally, everything was fine but it's slowly nearing lunch time and you wanted to hold your pills so that when the bell rings you just need to drink it.

When you reached your hands in your backpack pocket, you slowly panic, where is your pills?! You swear that you put it here, the lunch bell rings, you become more panic, causing you to let out a scent that makes the alpha nearby wanted to mate you.

your scent alarms everyone nearby, there's not alot of omega at you school so it's hard to find someone who can help.

"Y-y/n?".

Your classmate and friend called out, you glance towards Sucrose as she instantly run towards you and try to cover your scent, but it doesn't work of course, luckyly both Beidou and Ningguang sensei passed by and smell the strong scent, they instantly go towards your class and strengthening their scent, warning the alpha students around you, protecting your body from alpha's around you that's staring and drooling at your scent.

"Go! Find Albedo Sucrose hurry please!".

Ningguang order Sucrose as she run to Albedo's class as fast as possible. When she finally got there she slam the door open, not really caring about the way people look at her in confusion.

Albedo looks at Sucrose as she runs towards him and grab his hand, pulling him to follow her, Albedo know this is urgent but he doesn't know what's happening, as they ran to your class he can smell your scent, you're hot and bothered scent he instantly opened the door and run towards you.

Beidou and Ningguang know that you're in a good hand so they let Albedo go towards you and hold you.

You cannot think of anything else, you just need Albedo, you want his hand, his kisses, everything, you need everything. Once you felt his presence and his hand around you, your instincts tell you to hug him, you snuggle closer to him, wanting his scent all over you, wanting his scent to drown you.

Albedo smile as he looked towards the two alpha teacher with greatfulness as he picked you up, you snuggling closer to him as he cooed at your cuteness.

Albedo never really help you, sure you both do it one or two times but that's because you wanted it. You usually bring your pills with you.. every omega should especially when they're in heat.

While walking down the hallway, the scent from Albedo is so overdominating, even though he has a baby face but don't be fooled easily, if anyone is disturbing you or anyone he love, he will not hesitate to torture them.

Albedo walks towards the nurse room, once he is inside, he puts you down on the bed you instantly hug his neck, making him almost fall on top of you, he use the both of his hand to keep himself up.

"So eager huh baby".

He teased you as you whimper and squeeze your leg together and rub it, trying to relieve some of the aching on your pussy.

Albedo notice this he pushed your hand away gently and crawl to the tip of your leg, he force your leg to opened, making you moan at the roughness and the wind that's blowing against your pussy.

"D-daddyyyyyyyyy".

You whine out, a little secret, Albedo has a daddy kink, any names that means authority like master makes his heart beats out of his chest and you know that.

"Trying to make me break your body?".

He asked, rubbing his thumb on your now wet underwear, he smirked at your moan and mewl as he rubs it faster. You moan and squeal a high pitched sound as he stopped suddenly.

"D-daddy?!".

You squeak out, he just grab your underwear, your skirt has been pushed over your hips without you noticing, he pulled your underwear down roughly, maiing your leg went up a bit.

Taking the chances to grab your leg and pulled it up so now your knee is bending over his shoulder, half of your lower part of your body is lifted up as he lick and started slurping your pussy aggressively.

"AH-AHHNG! ALBE-ALBEDO!".

you moan out as he keeps licking you, eating your pussy out, you're body can barely moved. He keeps your hips in place as he is eating you but your leg is free so you wail your leg around not aggressively enough that you would kick Albedo, your head shaking left and right as Albedo play woth your pussy and mind, your hands grabbing the bed's cover as you moan out loud, you body is arching and jolting from his mouth.

You taste so sweet aren't you? Your little pussy is throbbing wildly Albedo then suck your clit harshly, making your leg almost went off his shoulder, but before that can happen he grab your leg as he sucks harder, you're pussy is throbbing harder as you squirt hard on his mouth.

That's not enough! You need his dick inside you so you grab his dick, makimg him moan against your pussy, the vibration making your pussy tremble again, Albedo notice this and sigh, thinking how cute that pussy will be full of his dick.

You rub his cock as Albedo slowly puts your hips down, he slapped your hands away, making you whine.

"Sorry baby, no touching or you won't get this inside you".

Once he pull down his pants, you drool and keep staring at it. How thick and girthy it is, how it will stretch your cute little small pussy.

"Insideeeee pleasee daddyyy~".

You whine out, he shush you as he slowly push his cock in to your pussy.

"Sweet little pussy for daddy hum?".

He said but went to deaf ears as you moan and mewl, moving your hips, grinding on his cock.

Albedo growl as you moved your hips, you're pussy is sucking him in so badly, it's hard to move, a couple of pumps from his cock makes you cum, but that doesn't mean that Albedo is done, oh no.

He will make you cum over and over again until you're begging him to stop.

~~~~~

While you were being fucked out of your mind Beidou and Ningguang is interogating a girl.

"You KNOW that there is camera, why would you steal it?".

Beidou said, as she glare at the now scared girl. Apparently Albedo is a very popular alpha at school, he is clever, handsome, loyal, he's a gentleman, everyone wants him in a good or bad way. Some people just don't get the hint and goes as far as to almost let you being raped by other alpha.

"I-i-i'm s-sorry".

She stutter out, she did know there is camera but she forgot. Beidou and Ningguang sigh.

"We'll bring you to the headmaster office".

Ningguang said while the girl is begging to not go there. There is absolutely no way headmaster Zhongli will let anything like this slide, not when his favourite omega is almost raped because of her mistake.

"P-please-!".

She pleaded to them but they just walks out of the office, giving her one last glare and slam the door, the whole room is spinning and changing.

"Unfortunate soul.. a beta that's jealous of a omega.. what punishment shall i gave you?".

A dark voice called out.

"P-please! Please! I'm sorry! I will not mess with your favourite omega anymo-".

Her mouth was shut as he pleads turn into muffled sound, Zhongli smirked at her. Zhongli might have a gentleman like personality but when someone mess with his favourite omega.. they'll see hell before they die.

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dccomicsimagines · 4 years ago

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What’s Lost is Found - Batfamily Imagine - Part Ten

Warning - Depressive Content, Some Drug Use, Approach with Caution

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Six.Five Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Eleven

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All you knew was darkness. Time had no meaning in the dark room where you woke up. At least you thought you woke up. It was hard to tell the difference anymore.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in here. However, you did know the room was five feet by six feet or one point five meters by one point six meters. The height of the ceiling was about seven feet or two point one meters. There was one lightbulb in the ceiling, but you couldn’t find a way to turn it on. A locked door was on your right, shut tightly enough for not even a little light to slip through.

You laid down on the cobblestone floor. Pain was your constant companion. Your arm was healing incorrectly, aching. The cast Alfred had put on was gone when you came to. Your ribs were still tender, but at least they weren’t on fire like your arm.

Maybe this was hell? Nothing, but pain and darkness.

Thoughts floated to the surface of your mind. Your family must be relieved you were gone and Gotham was safe at last. A pang hit your heart when you thought about how worried Dick probably was. At least he had Kori. She would take care of him. They had a child on the way. No one needed you.

A lump formed in your throat. Jon must be pretty worried too. You swallowed hard, coughing at how dry your mouth was. He was better off without you anyway.

You couldn’t remember the last time you ate or drank. Dehydration was already setting in. You could feel it. Part of you was happy, because if you were dehydrated that meant you weren’t trapped in some kind of limbo.

Suddenly, the door flew open and bright light beamed into the room. You gasped, covering your eyes.

“Rise and shine, brat.” A man stomped in. He grabbed your broken arm and pulled you to your feet. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming in pain. Blood in your mouth. Tears filled your eyes from the pain. He grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you along after him.

Your bare feet scraped against the rough cobblestone floor. Taking a deep breath, you caught the scent of salt water. You must be near the ocean.

Suddenly, you were pushed into a chair. “Eat,” the Bane Lookalike said. You opened your eyes, squinting as your eyes finally adjusted. The room was a nicely decorated office. You were seated at a table with a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. Your stomach rumbled at the sight, mouth watering until you saw the glass of water next to it.

Without any grace at all, you grabbed at the water and downed it quickly. However, once it hit your stomach, you felt sick. Someone stuck a bucket in front of you just in time for you to lose it.

“Leave us,” the Bane Lookalike said. The man who dragged you in here left, slamming the door behind him. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, wincing when you thought of the scolding you would have received if Alfred caught you doing that. Alfred was probably scared out of his mind for you. Guilt ate at you as you took a slower and smaller sip of water once the Bane Lookalike filled your cup.

He stared at you intensely. You drank and ate carefully, doing your best to study him without being obvious about it. It took you a good twenty minutes to finish eating. You knew you had to keep it down, so slow it was. The Bane Lookalike waited until you were done before sitting down on the chair behind the desk.

“I was going to leave you in there, niño. Let you die of dehydration.” He crossed his arms. You frowned slightly, wondering who he was to Bane. “But that doesn’t matter now. I have debts to pay and we have people who would pay a lot of money for you.”

You held back the shiver. “So that’s your plan? Make money off me?” Your voice hoarse. This was the first time you had spoken since you had been taken.

He slammed his fist on the desk. You jumped from the boom. “Yes!” He jumped to his feet. His eyes flashed as you looked into them. You tensed. Suddenly, you had a vision of Bane’s dying eyes. His death rattle echoed in your ears.

However, you were brought back to the present in an instant. The Bane Lookalike grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up in the air to look you straight in the eye. “You ruined my life!” He screamed in your face. His breath surprising fresh and minty. You wrinkled your nose. Bane always had bad breath. It was in his files on the batcomputer. However, this new Bane brushed his teeth.

He shook you violently, probably angered by the fact you weren’t listening to him. “I was never supposed to be here! Wearing this goddamn mask!” He used his free hand to rip off the Bane mask to reveal a young man around Damian’s age. He had Bane’s eyes, but the face was softer, his nose shorter, mouth smaller. “You shouldn’t have kill my father!”

You tensed as he threw you across the room. Remembering your training, you went limp and twisted to avoid landing badly. Your back smashed against the wall before you collapsed to the floor. The ribs, still tender, lit up in pain. You moan, staying where you were.

Why didn’t Tim just tell you the Bane Lookalike was Bane’s son? Anger flashed through you, but it was quickly replaced by fear. The Bane Lookalike’s boots appeared by your face when you opened your eyes.

One boot raised to step on your head. “I’m sorry,” you choked, tears slipping down your cheeks from the pain and the horror. You caused this. You caused so much pain. Like a bomb, you hurt everything around you with one act. One act that sealed your fate.

The boot stopped. “What did you say?” he growled, kneeling down to pick you up by the back of your shirt. You went limp to avoid more pain.

“I’m sorry.” You looked him in the eye, tears falling down your cheeks without warning. “I’m so sorry.”

The Bane Lookalike dropped you. A groan slipped out of you as you smacked against the floor. One of your ribs cracked. You coughed, sharp pain ripping through your chest.

His feet pounded on the floor. The door to the room flew open. “Drug them and locked them back in their cell!” You tensed. Drug? Oh no.

More footsteps echoed into the room. Big rough hands dragged you to your feet and tossed you back into a chair. You didn’t fight. There was no point. You couldn’t take them all on. Sharp pain rocked through your body. Every breath was more pain.

A needle poked your arm. You closed your eyes, submitting to it. This was your punishment. Payment for the life you took. The drug made the room spin. You closed your eyes to make it stop.

Reality seemed to fall away. The pain in your body faded. You felt like you were floating on air. It took a lot of effort to notice you were being carried back to your dark cell. Even when they tossed you inside, you didn’t feel the impact. The darkness surrounded you again, but this time you hardly noticed.

***

You stayed in a fog. Anytime you were close to clearing it, another needle would enter your arm and you got lost again. You found one bright spot in your drugged stupor. At least you weren’t feeling the pain anymore.

Finally, you felt yourself being carried over someone’s shoulder. The drug faded away enough for you to open your eyes. Your head hung limply, inches above the person’s backside. You turned to look around, frowning at the room.

It was bare except for a chair with a video camera in front of it. You were flipped over the person’s shoulder and set in the chair. Chain restraints were placed around your wrists and ankles. You blinked, trying to catch up with the person’s movement. Your brain was operating in slow motion.

“Be good.” The person patted your head before stepping away. You frowned. A red light appeared on the camera. You stared at it, shaking your head to try to focus.

“Bidding starts at two million.” A voice echoed from the camera. Your eyes widened. A light turned on above you, illuminating you for the camera.

Your stomach dropped to your feet. You wanted to scream, to fight, but the drug kept you still, complaisant. The chains rattled as you lifted your hand to your cheek to wipe away a single tear.

The auctioneer kept naming prices, going up higher and higher. You only heard his voice. Closing your eyes, you knew it was just you and the person who brought you here in this room. They must be broadcasting the auctioneer’s voice in. The pain started to creep back into your body.

“Sold for twenty five billion.” You flinched at the price. A cackle filled the room, tinny from the speaker it originated from. Your blood ran cold.

“I want the kiddo sooner rather than later, boys,” The Joker’s voice said. “Baby Robin needs to come back home.”

“You may pick up Robin in two days. Thank you all for your time.” The auctioneer’s voice cut out. Red light from the camera turned off. The person came over. They grabbed your arm, sticking you with another needle. Your arm was covered in needle marks. How long had it been? How many times have they drugged you?

The drug kicked in almost instantly. Your eyes closed, falling back into the fog. Pain drained away like someone pulled the plug. The chains rattled again and suddenly you were up and over the person’s shoulder again.

You couldn’t focus until you heard a voice you never thought you would hear again. “I’ll take Robin from here. The boss wants you to join him in the broadcast room.”

The person stiffened. “Really? Why?”

“Didn’t ask why.” You were handed off like a sack of potatoes. Warmth like sunshine flooded your skin as you were placed over another shoulder. You moved your hand up to touch the familiar soft hair.

The other person walked off in a huff. “(Y/N), you’re okay. I’ll get you out of here,” Jon whispered, hurrying along down the corridor. He was careful not to bounce you. You kept your fingers in his hair, trying to stay awake.

Jon shifted you to cradle you in his arms. You smiled tiredly at him, drinking in the sight of his face. Several times, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. The drug kept pulling at you, but you fought to stay in the present.

He brought you to another room. You couldn’t pick up what it was. He laid you down on the soft surface. “We got to wait for Damian, but we’ll get you out of here soon.” Jon smiled at you brightly. Worry flashed in his eyes. “I’m so...God, don’t scare me like that again.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open. Jon frowned, cradling your cheek. You moved your arm. His eyes dropped to your arm. He gasped at the needle marks. “Oh no, (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?” You could feel his x-ray vision scanning your body. “Your arm.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. The drug pulled you into a deep dark sleep.

***

“You imbecile, you ruined the plan completely.” Someone paced nearby. “They know we’re here now, and (Y/N) is in no condition to fight.” The drug was fading again. You shivered, cold.

“I couldn’t let them put them in that cell again. Damian, (Y/N) is burning up.” A warm hand laid on your forehead. You sighed. It was Jon’s. He was always so warm.

“TT.” Jon’s hand pulled away to be replaced by Damian’s callused hand. “This is proves how stupid you are. I told you to let me do the talking, but no, you had to go out with your white, American accent. Now we’re stuck in here, and (Y/N) needs medical attention.”

Jon growled. “Stop it.” Damian’s hand pulled away. The blanket covering you was tucked securely around you.

You slowly opened your eyes. Damian sighed in relief. “Here.” He helped you sit up and pressed a canteen to your lips. You drank slowly, some dripping down your chin. Jon grinned like a puppy, rubbing your knee. “TT.” Damian pulled the canteen away and wiped your chin with his sleeve.

“How?” You coughed. Damian supported you, letting you lean back into him.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t come after you, did you?” Jon took your hand, kissing the back of it. Damian huffed at the sight.

“But...you should be in Gotham.” You tried to look at Damian, but he pressed the canteen to your lips again.

“Gotham is fine. You are not.” Damian gestured to Jon. Jon blinked, having to drag his eyes away from you to go get something from a bag in the corner. “TT, you honestly thought we’d leave you here? Everyone is losing their minds with worry about you. I’ve never seen Grayson so upset.” Your stomach dropped at the thought.

Jon came back to you, handing Damian a bottle of pills. He shook two out and pressed them into your mouth. You took them, taking a sip of water to wash it down. Jon took your hand again, smiling dopey. The relief in his eyes hurt more than everything else.

You took in the room. It looked like an old storage closet. You were lying on a pile of blankets with Jon’s cape covering you. “Where are we?” Damian pulled away, laying you back down.

“We’re in Peña Dura.” Jon scooted closer, sharing his warmth with you. He pronounced Peña Dura incorrectly. Damian rolled his eyes behind him, going back to pacing the room. “We found out through Damian’s contacts that they took you here.” He gestured to his clothes. You wrinkled your nose when you realized he was dressed like one of Bane’s goons. Damian was in similar attire. “We snuck in and disguised ourselves until we found you.” He kissed your cheek, laying down beside you. You shivered. He slipped under his cape, pressing close. His warmth soaked into you.

“Except someone was dumb enough to let our cover be blown. Now the entire place is on high alert.” Damian glared at Jon. “Kent, no funny business.”

“I’m not going to do anything. Just trying to keep (Y/N) warm.” Jon snapped. “Geez, like we’d do anything with you standing there anyway.” Damian snorted in disgust.

You chuckled tiredly. Jon was so warm like he always was. You snuggled closer to him, colder than you ever been before. “Go back to sleep,” Jon whispered. He kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You relaxed. Right before you passed out again, you noticed Damian studying you and Jon with a bewildered expression.

***

“We have to move now,” Damian snapped. He knelt down for you to climb onto his back.

“I can walk.” You pressed your hand against the wall to keep your balance.

Damian turned to glare darkly at you. “Get on my back now.” You sighed, climbing onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck. Damian stood up. Jon swung the bag over his shoulder. He studied you, adjusting one of the blankets to sit more securely on your shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle it, Damian? I can carry (Y/N) easily.” Jon bit his lip.

“I’m fine. Just move.” Damian snarled, holding your legs tightly. Jon slipped out of the storage closet first. You buried your face into the back of Damian’s neck. He grunted, probably feeling your fever through his skin. It had only dropped slightly, but there wasn’t time left.

You shivered violently, wishing you could be strong. Your body ached for the drug. Despite that fact you wanted to stay awake, your body wanted the drug to push you into the stupor once again. Damian theorized your fever was partly infection and withdraw. You had to admit he was probably right.

Damian and Jon made their way down the corridors. You kept your eyes closed, dozing.

Damian suddenly stopped. You tensed, sensing what he did. Ironically, Jon didn’t notice until the first bullet was fired. Damian backed into a room with an open door. “Shit.”

“Language,” you said humorlessly. Damian tightened his grip on your legs.

“Quiet.” Damian glanced around the room. Jon fought out in the hallway. You heard the searing of his heat vision.

Damian set you down, leaning you against the wall. “What now?” You rocked dangerously. Damian gripped your shoulder to keep you upright.

“Let me think.” He glanced around the room. It looked like another cell with a bed in the corner and a sink on the other side. His eyes fell on the barred window. “We might have to climb.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if...” Your legs were already shaking, getting weak from standing just a few seconds. “Damian, leave me.”

Damian flinched. He spun to you, grabbing your arm roughly. “Don’t you ever say that. I am never leaving you behind.”

You stared into his eyes. There was the Damian you knew. You hadn’t ruined him after all. Suddenly, it occurred to you. “You two came on your own, didn’t you?” You sighed. “Damian, Dad always told you to think about how to get out of the situation before jumping in.”

“TT, there was no time.” Damian left you. He took a laser tool out of his pocket, cutting through the bars on the window. You stumbled to the bed, sinking onto it weakly. Everything ached. You never imagined so much pain.

Damian took off the bars and looked out the window. It was dark outside. The scent of the ocean in the air. “This might work.” He looked at you, thinking.

“What about Jon?” You jumped when a boom came from the hallway.

“He’s fine. Man of steel or so he claims.” Damian pulled the blanket from your shoulders. “I’m going to tie you to my back. We’ll climb down.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry me?” You shivered, watching Damian tie secure the blanket around you. Leaning against his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he tied you to him.

“TT, you always did doubt my abilities.” Damian snorted. He climbed out the window. You tightened your arms around his neck when you saw the ground far below. “Calm down.”

“Right.” You buried your face into the back of his neck. Damian freeclimbed down, using the uneven bricks of the prison to work his way down.

Bullets rang out from the window. You looked up to see men firing down at you and Damian. Damian pressed against the wall. He swore under his breath. You glanced down. The cobblestone courtyard was far below. “Damian, drop.”

Damian gasped. A bullet hit his shoulder. His blood splatted your face. He lost his grip, dropping one arm. “We’re not in any condition to survive a fall.” He groaned, trying to hold on with one hand.

“Jon will catch us. Drop now.” The blood poured down his shoulder, soaking into you. You reached for his hand with your bad arm. “Let go.”

Damian grunted. He let go. The two of you dropped fast. You wrapped your legs and arms around Damian. Taking a deep breath, you screamed.

Suddenly, the wall above you and Damian burst. Jon rocketed toward you and Damian, catching you and Damian with the blanket tying the two of you together. The blanket jerked into your ribs. You squeaked, feeling your ribs snap again. Damian just grunted. Jon set you and Damian down in the courtyard. Damian crumbled. You landed on top of him, causing him to moan.

“Sorry.” You tried to untie the blanket, but your fingers wouldn’t work right. Jon reached down to help.

“He’s losing a lot of blood.” Jon took the blanket and pressed it to Damian’s shoulder. You rolled off him. Energy drained out of you every second you tried to sit up.

“Jon, we’re going to have to surrender.” You swallowed hard at the shocked look on Jon’s face. “Come on, I can’t walk. Damian’s losing too much blood.”

“I’m fine.” Damian sat up. His face paled and he instantly passed out.

“Oh crap.” Jon patted Damian’s cheeks. “Wake up. Come on.” You tried to keep pressure on Damian’s shoulder. Black swarmed your vision. You felt the blood draining out of your face. Jon glanced over at you. “Oh no, not you too.”

You kept your eyes on Damian. “We’ll be fine. Go. Get out of here.” You waved him off. Jon froze, jaw dropped. “Go get help. Let everyone know what happened. You can come back for us.”

“No!” Jon jumped to his feet. “I can’t leave you two.” Armed guards swarmed the courtyard. Bullets fired around you. Jon stepped in front of you and Damian. Bullets bounced off him. He put up his hands. “We’re all going down together.”

You shook your head at him, too weak to argue. “Stubborn.” Guards surrounded the three of you. The Bane Lookalike appeared in front of you. You blinked at him before you felt your body give out.

***

“Remember, one wrong move and we’ll blow them up.” The Bane Lookalike warned, poking Jon’s chest. Jon growled, but stayed where he was. You watched dully, running your fingers through Damian’s hair as his head rested in your lap. The explosive collar was heavy around your neck.

The Bane Lookalike glared over at you. “I can’t wait until I’m rid of you.” He slammed the cell door on his way out.

“Are you okay?” Jon asked, hurrying to your side.

You shrugged. “His pulse is weak, but he seems to be resting easy.” You kept running your fingers through Damian’s hair. Ever since you woke, you crawled to Damian’s side and stayed there.

Jon pressed his hand to your forehead. “You’re still burning up.” He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Damian will be fine. He’s strong.”

“And I’m not?” You shook your head weakly. A lump grew in your throat. “Why couldn’t they just kill me? Let this all be over with.”

“Don’t you ever say something like that!” Jon wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sharing his heat like the radiator he always was. He kissed your cheek. “Why do you keep scaring me like this?”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I was trying to do what was right. Trying to fix my mistake.” Jon rubbed your back. “I ruined everything by killing Bane. Everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Jon tensed slightly. “This is just a mess anyway.”

Damian moaned in his sleep. You checked his shoulder. The bandage was still holding. The bleeding finally stopped. “You know that man is Bane’s son? He hates me for killing his father and forcing him to take over. It’s the same reason Damian hates me.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Damian doesn’t hate you. (Y/N), he lost it when you handed yourself over. I mean everyone was shocked, upset, but Damian had to be held down by Jason and Dick to stop him from barreling right after you.” Jon swallowed hard. “Even then, he didn’t want to wait for the others to figure out a plan. He came up with this, and told me to come with him.” He glanced down at Damian. “He loves you. He just doesn’t watch his mouth and let’s his anger speak for him.”

You snorted. “It’s a good thing he can’t hear you.” You winced when you moved too sharply. “How long has it been?”

“When? Since we surrendered?” Jon eyed the collar around your neck. “A couple of hours.”

“Since I gave myself up?” You opened your eyes to look at him. “I was locked in that dark cell for a long time and I don’t know how much time passed while they drugged me.”

Jon bit his lip. “Three weeks.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Worst three weeks of my life to be sure.”

You smiled into the kiss. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again. It hurt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.”

“I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t sleep, all I kept thinking was how I might never see you again.” Jon nuzzled your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“TT, stop it.” Damian grunted. He opened his eyes, glaring up at you and Jon. “It’s bad enough that my best friend and sibling are dating, but I don’t need it rubbed in my face.” He tried to sit up, but gasped in pain. You pushed him back down.

“You need to rest. Not much we can do right now anyway. I have a bomb around my neck.” You traced your fingers over his forehead.

Damian’s eyes widened, staring at the collar around your neck. “Shit.”

“Did Dad know how much you started swearing?” You teased halfheartedly. Damian huffed. “I missed you, Damian.”

He blinked. “I missed you too.” He closed his eyes at your touch. “I am sorry for what I said. You are not responsible for our father’s death. You didn’t ruin everything.”

Your stomach dropped. Was Damian awake earlier, listening to you and Jon? Jon tightened his arm around you. “That means a lot coming from you.” You leaned down to kiss Damian’s forehead. He grunted, blushing.

“Aww.” Jon laughed.

“Shut up, Kent.” Damian snarled weakly. “We need to come up with a plan.”

“They are going to hand (Y/N) over to the Joker. He bought them at the auction they held.” Jon whispered, tensing when they heard a bang from outside the cell.

“Joker?” Damian frowned. “But he’s dead.”

Your blood ran cold. “What?”

Damian blinked. “He committed suicide.”

“But that goes against everything he is.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Jon looked shocked too. “Are you sure it was him?”

“Yes.” Damian closed his eyes, shivering. “We found his body on patrol one night. It was a few week after Father...there were clues, Drake came with me and we found him hanging from the ceiling beam in the warehouse that created him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Does everyone else know?” You stroked his hair again, hand shaking.

Damian huffed. “You were in no condition. When it happened, you were still having your...episodes and fighting with Grayson.”

You bit your lip. Suddenly, you remembered the day that it must have happened. Damian came from patrol when you were all still at the manor. Dick and you were fighting as he wanted you to talk to him about your nightmares. Damian walked by. You tried to get his help, but he just brushed you off. The traumatized look on his face burned into your memory.

“The Joker was always obsessed with Father. It makes sense that he wouldn’t handle it when Father...” Damian trailed off, studying you. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you focused back on Damian.

“Don’t feel guilty about him. He did it himself.” Damian rolled his eyes. “Madman.”

“So then who’s the one who bought (Y/N)?” Jon whispered, silently listening the whole time. His thumb rubbed circles into your shoulder.

Damian hummed. “I don’t know.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” You sighed, closing your eyes again and resting on Jon’s shoulder.

“No, we won’t. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not going anywhere,” Jon said firmly.

“TT, we might not have a choice.” Damian’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“I’ll stay awake to keep watch. Rest now,” Jon whispered, kissing your temple. You smiled, drifting into the blissfulness of sleep.

***

The Bane Lookalike clutched at the back of your shirt, dragging you out into the courtyard. A helicopter sat on the helipad. Wind tore at your clothes as the rotors slowed to a stop. Chilling cold sank into your bones. You glanced back to find Damian behind you, being held up by Jon. Guards surrounded them. A gun was pressed against Damian’s head when one of the guards caught you looking. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the bomb around your neck. They didn’t take it off yet. You weren’t sure why.

“You want him to live. You go quietly.” The Bane Lookalike jerked you. You bit your lip, looking back at the helicopter. The door opened. Your stomach dropped when you saw a flash of a purple suit.

“Well, well, well, look at this welcome.” The Joker stepped out of the helicopter, waving his arms around. A few armed men in clown masks got out behind him. “Oh, Robby. Look at you.” He walked to you, almost dancing.

Something felt familiar about him and not in the way you expected. You frowned, tensing. “You have the money?” The Bane Lookalike tightened his grip on you.

The Joker laughed before he noticed the bomb collar around your neck. “Take that off.” He instantly lost his humor. “No one blows up Robin except me.”

“No, we have to control Superboy.” The Bane Lookalike nodded back to Jon and Damian.

“Can we work out a deal for those two?” The Joker clapped his hands. “I would like to have the full set.” The Joker met your eye. It was like someone punched you in the stomach. You knew those eyes. Those were Dick’s eyes.

“Depends, how much are you willing to pay?” The Bane Lookalike jerked you again. You stumbled, falling against him. The Joker/Dick’s eyes flashed before he went back into character.

A cackle escaped from The Joker/Dick. “You stupid kid. I won’t have to pay you anything.”

Suddenly, flashbangs went off all over the place. You were knocked down by the Bane Lookalike when he was attack by The Joker/Dick. The bomb around your neck started to beep. Your breath caught in your throat. You touched it, trying to find a way to get it off.

A joker goon knelt down beside you. “Stay calm.” He took off the clown mask to reveal Tim’s face. “We’re here. It’s okay,” Tim soothed, taking out tools to try to remove the collar.

“You don’t hate me?” Tears filled your eyes. You didn’t want to die like this. Not in front of your family.

Tim flinched. “Hush, no.” He picked at the collar as it’s beeps increased. “Stay still. I almost have it.”

You closed your eyes. A whimper slipped out of your mouth as guns fired nearby. The collar clicked and Tim pulled it away from you. “Superman!” You opened your eyes to see Tim throwing the collar to Superman who was blocking you and Tim from a hail of bullets. Superman held it tightly in his hands. It boomed seconds later.

Tim scooped you up into his arms and moved you behind some crates near the helipad. “Are you okay?” He quickly checked you over.

“I think so.” You shivered. Tim pressed his gloved hand against your forehead.

“You’re burning up.” Tim bit his lip.

“You have to help Damian. He got shot in the shoulder, lost a lot of blood.” You shook your head.

Tim glanced around the crates. “We’ll get him. Superboy is protecting him.” He glanced back at you. “I swear if you do something so foolhardy like this again, I...I’ll do something.”

You laughed despite the battle happening around you. “Sure.” Tim peeked around the crates again. “Go. Help them. I’ll be okay here.”

“Are you sure?” Tim eyed you worriedly.

“Go.” You closed your eyes as Tim leaned you back against the crate. “I’ll stay here, I promise.”

Tim nodded. He pressed a taser in your hand. “Just in case.” You smiled weakly as he jumped over the crates and ran into the action.

You wanted to get up to help, but your body refused. Closing your eyes, you tried to not think about who could be getting hurt or dying because of you.

“Niño. You ruined everything.” Your eyes shot open to find the Bane Lookalike standing in front of you. Turning on the taser, you held it up to warn him away. He glared, kicking your hand and sending the taser flying away from you.

“I’m sorry.” You coughed, scooting as far away from him as you could. “But you don’t have to do this. This all can stop now. We don’t have to be defined by tragedy.” It surprised you that this came to you now. You remembered Dick telling you that during the first month after your father’s death. Ironic this piece of wisdom would spill out of your mouth now.

The Bane Lookalike shook his head. “No.” In one shift move, he jabbed a needle into your arm. You watched in horror as he injected a large dose of the drug into you. “Suffer and die, you piece of human filth.”

It hit you instantly. Your heart stopped. Breath couldn’t enter your lungs. Black swarmed your vision. The last thing you heard was the Bane Lookalike’s laughter.

***

You jerked awake. A frown pulled at your lips when you were met with the high, elaborately decorated ceiling of Wayne Manor. You sat up, stunned to find yourself lying on a leather couch in your father’s study.

The chair behind the desk was turned away from you, but you could see someone was in it. “What?” You got to your feet, surprised to find you were in your old Robin suit. Odd. Especially since it didn’t fit you anymore. “How did I get here?”

The chair behind the desk spun around. Your blood ran cold while your heart skipped a beat. “(Y/N),” Bruce Wayne said, smiling sadly at you.

“Daddy.” You ran to him, jumping over the desk and straight into his arms. He laughed. His arms strong and protective around you. You never thought you would feel this safe again. Sobs racked your body. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He rocked you. Part of you realized you were a tad too old to be doing this, but you didn’t care. “I missed you too.”

A long time passed before you pulled back to look at him. “Was it all a dream? You never died, right?”

Bruce rubbed your back. His face fell. “I did die, (Y/N). None of it was a dream.”

You froze, confused. “Wait, but how am I here? How are you here? What’s happening?” You panted, panic setting in. “Did I die too? Oh no, I died in front of the others. Did they have to find my body?”

“Hush.” Bruce caught your chin. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath. You copied him, tears still running down your cheeks. “Calm down. You are not dead. At least not yet.”

“What does that mean?” You glanced around. Everything was a little fuzzy, unfocused.

“You are in a coma.” Bruce wiped your tears ffrom your cheeks. “Bane’s son caused you to overdose.” He held you close. “You are currently fighting for your life.”

Your lips trembled. “I’m sorry. I just cause pain and stress for everyone.” You buried your face into his shoulder.

“I am proud of you, (Y/N).” Bruce rubbed your back. “You been so strong, grew so much.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t get me wrong. I am upset you would do something so risky as to hand yourself over.”

You sniffled. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” You looked up at him. “I just wanted to fix my mistakes. I shouldn’t have killed Bane. It ruined things for everyone.”

“Yes, but you have done your best to repair the damage and I’m proud of you for it.” Bruce looked you in the eye. “I know you think you should suffer for what you did, but you have and now it’s time for you to live. You deserve to live, sweetheart.”

You blinked, surprised he knew what you had been thinking. He knew you felt like you couldn’t be happy, that you couldn’t have a life. “I love you.” You hugged him tightly.

“I love you too.” He stood up from his chair with you in his arms. “But it’s time for you to go.”

“What?” You whimpered, not wanting this to end. Tears filled your eyes again. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

Bruce smiled, setting you down on your feet. “I know, but you have to wake up. Take care of your brothers, Alfred, and the girls. They need you and you need them.”

“Will I see you again?” A wave of chilliness washed over you. You shivered. A beeping like a heart monitor sounded in the distance.

“You will someday. Remember you are not alone. I’m here for you every step of the way.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling his touch before everything drifted away.

The beeping in the distance got louder and closer. You felt like you were floating. Your eyes couldn’t open. Your body couldn’t move. Something weighed you down. A soft surface was beneath you. Something was in your arm.

Someone cleared their throat somewhere nearby. You fought to open your eyes, hoping that it was your father. Maybe he wasn’t dead? Maybe everything else had been a dream? You knew you were wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

A warm, large hand grabbed your hand. “(Y/N), kiddo, you awake?” Jason asked. The surprise from Jason’s voice finally gave you the strength to open your eyes. You saw white first, blinking until you could focus on Jason’s smiling face. “Hey, kiddo.” He sighed in relief.

You blinked at him slowly. Energy drained out of you simply from opening your eyes. The beeping increased. “Woah, don’t panic. You’re fine. Everything is fine,” Jason soothed, glancing up at the heart monitor. You tried to look at it too, but you could barely keep your eyes open. Your eyelids weighed heavily enough to force you to close your eyes again. “Go back to sleep, kiddo.” A kiss was pressed to your forehead in the same place your father had kissed you. Maybe you imagined the whole encounter? You wondered about it before you slipped back into nothingness again.

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