#though I do wonder if it was always like that with Bruce
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Pairing: Siscon Damian Wayne x Fem Reader x Yandere Jon Kent Part 1
Headcanon: What if Jon become obsessed with Damian's sister?
Notes: Siscon is a word to refer those brothers and sisters who feel a strong sense of affection or attachment to their sisters. English is not my first language. Hone you enjoy!
Jon was over at the Wayne Manor for a sleepover, all wide-eyed excitement and nervous energy. Damian had begrudgingly invited him (Bruceâs insistence), and the younger boy was already regretting it. Jon was annoying, far too cheerful, andâworst of allâhe had no sense of boundaries. Damian had learned to tolerate him, though, mostly because Jon was naive enough not to notice the storm that brewed in the younger Wayneâs mind whenever someone got too close to you.
And Jon got too close right away.
The moment you came downstairs, wearing an oversized hoodie and socks that slid on the hardwood floors, Jon froze. His big blue eyes widened to cartoonish proportions, his cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and for a moment, it looked like his brain had short-circuited.
"Hi," you greeted with a warm smile, ruffling Damian's hair as you walked past. (He hated it, or at least pretended to, judging by the subtle way he leaned into your touch.) "You must be Jon."
Jon stammered something incomprehensible, nodding like an overeager puppy. Damian shot him a glare that could have melted steel, but Jon didnât even notice.
"Youâreâuhâreally pretty," Jon finally managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly.
You laughed, a soft sound that only made Jonâs brain glitch further.
"Thanks, kiddo," you said, pinching his cheek. "Youâre cute."
If Jon had a tail, it wouldâve been wagging furiously. Damian, on the other hand, looked like he was about to commit murder.
From that day on, Jon was obsessed.
It takes exactly 0.2 seconds for Damian to realize Jon is crushing on you. The way Jon stares at you with stars in his eyes? The way he stumbles over his words when you talk to him? Itâs disgusting.
Damian glare at Jon "Youâre drooling."
"I-I am not!"
"Jon, are you okay? Youâre all red." You said. You were worry for the kid.
Damian smirk "Heâs fine. Just leave him."
Every time he came over to Wayne Manor, he asked about you. Where were you? What were you doing? Did you need help with anything? Damian was this close to slamming Jonâs head into the nearest wall.
"Sheâs busy, Kent," Damian would snap, his voice sharp enough to cut. "And she doesnât have time to entertain idiotic farm boys."
But then youâd walk into the room, and Jon would light up like a Christmas tree. Heâd start babbling about anything and everything, trying to impress you with stories about his dad or his adventures. You, being the sweetheart you were, humored him.
"Oh wow, you saved a cat from a tree?" youâd say, your tone genuine despite the simple nature of Jonâs stories. "Youâre such a strong hero, Jon."
Damian, standing off to the side, would roll his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didnât fall out of his head.
Damian, of course, had always been protective of you. From the moment Bruce brought him into the family, youâd been his. You were his anchor, his comfort, the only person in the world who truly understood him.
But you didnât see it that way.
To you, Damian was just your little brother. Sure, he had a sharp tongue and an attitude that could rival Gothamâs worst criminals, but deep down, he was a sweet kid. You adored him, and he adored youâthough he showed it in his own... peculiar ways.
Like scowling at anyone who so much as looked at you.
Or âaccidentallyâ spilling water on that guy who tried to flirt with you at the gala last month.
Or, more recently, hovering like a shadow every time Jon Kent was within a ten-foot radius of you.
It was during one of those infamous sleepovers that things came to a head.
The second Jon starts acting weird around you, Damian picks up on it. Like the time Jon saw you in the kitchen and tripped over his own feet, sending a glass of milk flying.
"Oh no, are you okay?" You say while helping Jon clean up, your hand brushing his
Jon blushing furiously "IâIâm fine! Really!"
Meanwhile Damian standing in the doorway, glaring daggers at him "Kent. A word."
Jon nervously excuses himself, and you think nothing of it. But in the other room, Damian corners him.
"Whatever youâre thinking, stop it," Damian growls.
"What? I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ"
Damian press him against the wall "Donât test me, Kent."
Jon starts finding excuses to visit.
"Hey, Mr. Wayne wanted me to help with a case," he says one day, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Of course, Bruce didnât actually call him over, but Jonâs banking on you not asking too many questions.
"Oh, thatâs great! Damianâs in the training room."
"Actually⌠I was hoping to hang out with you. I mean, youâre so smart, and Damian talks about you all the time, and I think I could learn a lot from you."
Damian appears out of nowhere like a shadow. "Sheâs busy. Go away, Kent."
But Jon doesnât leave. Instead, he lingers, asking you about everything: your favorite books, your favorite places to visit, what kind of guys you like (as if heâs not 13 and awkward).
"Jon, youâre a child," Damian says, arms crossed. "You canât possibly comprehend what it means to appreciate someone as extraordinary as her."
"Iâm only six years younger than her!"
"Exactly. Stay in your lane."
Damian takes it upon himself to shadow you everywhere whenever Jon is around, making it impossible for Jon to even think about making a move.
One day, Damian finds Jon leaving a love letter in your room. A love letter. Damianâs rage is unmatched. He tears the note in half and grabs Jon by the collar.
"If you ever even think about her again, Iâll make sure Superman has to scrape your remains off the moon."
"She deserves better than you."
Damian doesnât respond. Instead, he calmly walks into your room, grabs your hand, and drags you downstairs.
"Youâre not allowed to talk to Kent anymore," he announces.
"Wait, what? Why not?"
"Because heâs dangerous. Trust me, Iâm doing this for your own good."
Damian doesnât respond. Instead, he calmly walks into your room, grabs your hand, and drags you downstairs.
Youâd made popcorn and brought it to Damianâs room, where he and Jon were supposed to be watching a movie. Instead, you walked in to find Jon staring dreamily at your photo on Damianâs desk (a candid shot of you laughing at something Alfred said).
Damian noticed your arrival first, his expression darkening.
"Kent," he growled.
Jon jumped, nearly knocking over the desk in his haste to look innocent. "I wasnâtâI meanâuh, hi, Y/N!"
You raised an eyebrow, amused. "Hey, Jon. You boys okay?"
"Fine," Damian said through gritted teeth.
Jon, ignoring the blatant hostility radiating from his best friend, nodded enthusiastically. "Better now that youâre here!"
Damian shot him a look that could have frozen fire.
"Aw, thanks," you said with a laugh, completely oblivious to the tension. "You two are so sweet. You know that?"
Damian muttered something under his breathâsomething Jon was probably glad he didnât hear.
Later that night, while Damian was in the bathroom, Jon decided to shoot his shot.
"Hey, Y/N," he said, fidgeting with the hem of his Superman-themed pajamas. "I was wondering... do you wanna hang out sometime? Like, just the two of us?"
You blinked, caught off guard. "Like... a playdate?"
Jonâs face turned a deep shade of red. "N-No! Like... like a date-date."
You stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Oh, Jon, thatâs so sweet. But I think youâre a little young for me, donât you think?"
Jon looked crushed. Before he could respond, Damian walked back into the room, immediately sensing the shift in mood.
"Whatâs going on?" he demanded, eyes narrowing.
"Nothing," you said quickly, ruffling Jonâs hair. "Jon was just being his adorable self."
Damianâs eyes flicked between the two of you, his jaw tightening. He didnât say anything, but the look he gave Jon promised retribution.
From that night on, Jonâs crush only grew, but so did Damianâs possessiveness. Jon was like a puppy, trailing after you with stars in his eyes. Damian, meanwhile, was the guard dog, snapping and growling at anyone who dared come near youâespecially Jon.
You, of course, were blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. To you, they were just two adorable kids who couldnât seem to get along.
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Honestly love that for him đ
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Part 1/2. Dick writing a letter to Bruce that heâll never send (Gotham knights #14)
#verrrrrrry interesting#though I do wonder if it was always like that with Bruce#or if at some point it changed when he realized the family he has now is more expansive than the family he had as a child
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Danny is Some Guy with a not so secret admirer.
Part four? Post #four? I donât know, none of these are exactly in order. Post one, post two, post three.
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By the time Tim opened the door, Danny had his coffee made and handed to Mia at the register. He resolutely ignored her smug face and went back to making the other orders.
Tim had been a regular long before Danny had started at the coffee shop but it was three days into Dannyâs third week when Tim had stumbled in at eight a.m. and did a double take upon seeing Danny. A very obvious double take followed by intense staring before Mia had cleared her throat. The blush that lit up Timâs face was only rivaled by the one on Dannyâs.
He had never had anyone openly stare at him before.
Mia had been insufferable ever since.
It also didnât help that shortly after their first meeting Tim had started taking his breaks at the little coffee shop. Itâs been three weeks, nearly a month and Wayne Enterpriseâs CEO went from a bi-weekly regular to an everyday one. (Danny wondered if he should be concerned for the manâs caffeine intake but he only had the one cup every time so probably not.)
Originally, Danny had no plans to talk to Tim. It seemed obvious the guy had a crush on Danny if the constant looks over his laptop were anything to go by and Danny didnât want to encourage it. Danny barely had time to make new friends let alone start a relationship.
There was also the added problem of what was quickly becoming his bat stalkers. How do you explain to someone that you were being watched by Gothamâs vigilanteâs for no reason? (Or worse because he had made a poorly timed sleep-deprived comment.) Danny didnât think you could without seeming suspicious.
Incidentally though, Dannyâs plan went out the window when on a slow afternoon as he was cleaning tables and passed behind Tim. Once he saw the article the other man was reading he snorted.
Bruce Wayne and The Batman? Could This Be A New Romance For Gothams Most Beloved Billionaire?
It was one of those gossip rags that printed things like: Elvis: alive and well and Superman: a mild mannered farm boy? It was all nonsense.
Danny asked Tim why he bothered with the site and Tim responded that he found it amusing to read and that his family had a group chat where they sent the articles to each other.
âOkay. But Batman? Really? Your dad could do so much better.â
âYou donât like Batman?â Tim asked. Danny had slid into the chair next to him and shrugged. âI respect what he does but for as intimidating as he is, he also seems a little silly.â
Tim had given him an incredulous look and Danny hadnât given him time to ask for an explanation, âand his kids can be just as rude. Like that flying monkey one.â Tim choked on air and Danny politely waited for him to calm down. âKids? Wait - flying monkey one? Which one -?â
âThe one always doing back flips with the blue bird symbol. Heâs also a dick that gives hypocritical lectures about fighting.â Danny wouldnât say he hated the guy but he wasnât sure how many more lectures he could endure before going ghost and fighting him.
Tim had turned to Danny completely and was watching him with a look of disbelief, âyou mean Nightwing?â
âIs that his name? Imma call him Dickwing.â
Tim had started choking again, this time Danny patted his back hoping to help. Yet it was all for not once he kept talking, âI think Iâve only had positive interactions with the one who looks like a walking red flag.â
âRed flag? Do you men hood-?â
âNo, although he is definitely a red flag, I mean the other Red one. Iâm sorry, I donât know all these peoples names yet.â
âDanny!â Mia called.
Danny stood and patted Tim, who looked a little shell-shocked, on the shoulder. âWell work calls, see you later Mr. Drake-Wayne.â As he walked away he heard Tim mutter âitâs just Tim.â
(Tim for his part, placed his head in his hands and thought, well at least I have his name now.)
After that first interaction Tim stopped playing the lurker and started to actually talk to Danny and vise versa. Danny never asked if he still had a crush on him, he wasnât sure he wanted to know.
Unfortunately, their growing friendship had only encoraged Mia as she happily sang âyour boyfriendâs here!â
Danny, very maturely, did not stick his tongue out at her. He did however flip her off under the counter like an adult.
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One thing I always wonder in Neglected! Reader scenarios that I havenât seen anyone explore is Married/Single Mom! Reader. Itâs drama and angst potential.
Like Reader having a boyfriend and getting pregnant while still living in the Wayne manor, and everyone just takes a little too long to figure out. Maybe they do find out early with the morning sickness and whatnot but the thought of Bruce looking at Reader like 6 months pregnant and being like âWait a minute⌠đ¤¨â and Reader wasnât even trying to hide it that much.
And same scenario except Reader moved out either while pregnant or got pregnant after, Batfam forgets all about them and when fate does bring them together (like the Bruce/Selina wedding concept) she is literally about to pop or has a whole baby with her. Cue Bruce (and later everyone else) losing his shit because omg??? đ§ thatâs his first grandchild and he had no idea!!
⌠And then if the Reader is married in this scenario, makes it all the more complicated (she didnât invite anyone to her wedding? what do you mean Alfred attended when we had no idea?). Everyone is straight up hostile towards her spouse (Damian, Bruce and Jason are insufferable) and safe to say he wonât be around for long. Single mom Reader though, the amount of emotional manipulation about kids needing a family and father figures and you should move back in so everyone can help with the baby⌠Yeah.
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Platonic!Yandere!Batfam x SugarBaby!Reader x Older!Husband
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A/N:OOOOO, I have something I was working on that I was having fun with that you might like!
A/N:Neglected!Reader with Older!Husband. (It's husband because it's based of that meme Your daughter calls me daddy, too. And, Reader is Female, because we're making a baby in here.)
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You, sweet thing, do the typical thing and run off from home, once you turn the legal age. Checking in with Alfred on occasion, but just living your best life. Only, in typical fashion, all those years of neglect lead to severe daddy issues. And, a minor itty bitty attraction to older men.
You get lucky though because you manage to find a fine one that loves to spoil his baby girl with vacations and spa days. All the best for his baby. He loves taking you places and showing you a good time. So, it's no wonder he plans a Babymoon for you when you're expecting your first child. Anything for you.
Unfortunately, Daddy gets called into work right before the vacation. And, despite you insisting you stay, he makes you go and promises to join you as soon as possible.
(No, the man isn't cheating. He just gotta make the money for his baby.)
You have a good time, pregnant on the beach. Getting massages and spa treatments. Video calling your husband every time the baby kicks and flutters.
Unfortunetly, even though you haven't used the Wayne name since you've been married, some drug lords recognize you and decide to ransom you. Dragging you back to Gotham in your little sundress the just so hides your baby bump.
Gotham media runs with the story. Lost Wayne heiress held hostage. No one is ignoring that.
The bat's pull off a daring rescue, but you being stubborn, try to escape on your own. Fearing for your baby's life if they just happen to chose not to come. They never came when you were little, why would they come now.
You happen to injure yourself while escaping. But, manage to make it to an on scene ambulance while the Bats take care of the thugs. You happen to faint on the way to the hospital, leaving the doctor's discover you pregnancy.
Already the media is surrounding the hospital for the most drama filled story of the year. Thankfully, the paramedics have some compassion in hide the bump when rolling you into the ER.
With the media's attention, your husband flies into Gotham and makes it to the hospital just in time to ask the nurse where you are in front of Bruce.
Bruce, of course, bristles when a man his age burst in the hospital demanding to see you, but is using the wrong last name. The nurse saying only family can see you.
"That's my daughter," Bruce will say. Assuming this man is trying to claim you as his. But, he already did.
Making Bruce, the family, the nurses, the patients, and the reporter who managed to sneak in freeze when he says, "That's my wife."
Imagine the doctor that just finished checking on you and your baby walking in right after announcing that you were both okay. The look on Bruce's face when he realizes that this man, his age, not only married you, but had the audacity to put a baby in you.
Even better, the smug way your husband looks at Bruce when he brushes past him to follow the nurse to your room because husband beats father and you demanded to see him.
The drama that follows is going to be legendary.
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A/N: I had this idea jotted down and fluffed it up just for this. I'm not sure you wanna know who I had in mind for Reader's husband. (Dude is from another franchise.) But, the thought of him interacting with Bruce as the guy who married Bruce's daughter and knocked her up, delights me in such a visceral way.
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here's what i think it would be like if you had gotten with bruce first (yandere batfam!)
cw: yandere (like very slight i think), teensy bit of manipulation.. just a tiny bit...,
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when you said you'd marry rich, you didn't think it would actually happen.
it was always said in jest; something you definitely would have loved to happen though understood your chances were slim to none.
then again, anything can happen in gotham.
like you getting engaged to bruce wayne, of all people. he's a stand up guy, really, with his charity balls and what not. but there's the matter of his rather unique family.
you'd understand if they lashed out a little, considering you're young enough to fit in with them, but they didn't. and you're not sure which you would prefer.
they're always eager to speak to you, talking to you about anything and (almost) everything. they're all a bit touchy as well, hands drifting from your shoulder to your waist, though you try not to look into it too deeply. especially when their charming smiles almost demand you not to mention it.
on one of the many nights you spend with bruce, you try bringing this up.
"um, about your kids..."
"hm?"
"they can be a bit... handsy sometimes. too close for comfort."
you feel strong arms wrap around you, and you instinctively hug him back, resting your head on his chest.
"that's just... how they are," no, it's absolutely not, but you don't know that. bruce had put off your meeting his kids for a while, long enough that he can excuse their out of character actions, "i know they can be a bit much, but they mean well, darling, i swear."
oh, well, now you feel like a dick.
you knew of everyone's complicated backgrounds, of what they get up to at night, so why would you dare try to make them feel guilty about it? after all, it wasn't their fault they were dealt a bad card in life.
you knew what you were getting into anyway; so what if they were a bit strange? aren't all rich people?
"i'm sure they do, but it's a little..."
"they just love you, sweetheart. we love you." more than you know.
bruce wonders what you would think when you find out his children love you like he does.
#yandere x reader#yandere batfam x reader#yandere dc#yandere batfam#dc x reader#bruce wayne x reader#â dc.#â yan writes.
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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe youâve gone through your whole school life without reading it, itâs good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didnât even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. Iâ"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fuâ"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
#dpxdc#batpham#i forget - can we tag the parent fandoms? w/e#immediately alfred's like: while i do appreciate your initiative may i suggest it wait until after dinner?#and danny - who has barely eaten proper homecooked food ever - takes one bite and then absolutely wolfs down the whole lot#after he's finished he's like 'bear with - I've got to add that to the 'Reasons I Would Like to Live Here' section'#danny's powerpoint has tailored sections for each batfam member with lists of reasons why they'd get along#my au thoughts on this is that the fentons disowned danny when he told them he was phantom#and that this is after the ultimate enemy - wherein which he allied himself with the JL to fight against dan#(which didnt really work at all - BUT he knows some of their identities now INCLUDING batman's)#so one of the main reasons why he'd be a great fit is that he knows their vigilante status anyway so they donât need to worry about secrets#dick just turns to tim like 'heâs your friend. he learnt this from you.'#tim: 'i didn't tell him our identities!! i would never!!'#dick: 'no i know that. it's the stalker tendancies. it's baby tim all over again'#tim: scandalised gasp#they all eat dinner in silence just super subdued and in shock and sending glances to bruce and danny#duke like: 'so i know I'm the last one in the family but like... this isn't how it normally happens right? did any of you make powerpoints?#tim gets all shifty because he absolutely did make a powerpoint he just never actually showed it to anyone#everyone stares at tim because they all know. it was in one of bab's blackmail files she has on him#damian's slide has danny offering to throw down at any time. 'tim says you like to prove yourself with your skills?#how about a real challenge? if i beat you then you have to vote yes to adopting me!'#damian is in two minds about accepting because... 1) look at him damian could take danny in his sleep! but#2) on the off chance that he does win... damian does not want any more brothers#(he takes the bet and its a suprisingly fun fight - and while he'll never say this... he would vote yes even without the wager)#on one of danny's slides there's a picture of ellie: you'll also get my clone sister! two children for the price of one!!#uhhh.... thats it now - I've been having fun with this haha#spent all day with the 'ive lured you here under false pretences' 'danny i live here' line in my head haha#anyway enjoy!!!!!! this was fun#i wanna make these slides so bad
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What about a baby daddy Bruce?.. it can be smut or not.. I donât mind itđđ
Yes!!! Sorry this took so long, college classes are kicking my ass </3
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne
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Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who insists on being involved in every aspect of your pregnancy, despite the fact that youâre not together. He tells you itâs because itâs âthe right thing to do,â but deep down, he just canât stand the idea of missing anything about the child youâre bringing into the world.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who tries to keep things professional and detached, but every time he sees the baby bump, his mask slips just a little. You catch him staring with a mixture of awe and guilt, as if heâs wondering how the two of you got here.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who somehow knows more about your prenatal appointments than you do. He shows up unannounced to check in, even if itâs just to sit silently in the waiting room. Heâll never say it, but heâs terrified of something going wrong.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who starts scheduling his patrols and meetings around your doctor appointments, even though youâve told him he doesnât need to come to every single one. He just raises an eyebrow and says, âItâs my child too.â
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who makes it clear that you and the baby will always be safe, even if it means stationing a discreet security team outside your apartment. Youâve caught him doing perimeter checks before and honestly donât know whether to be annoyed or touched.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who tries to keep his feelings in check but canât help being overprotective. When you casually mention being tired or nauseous, he immediately offers to have Alfred cook for you or send a car to take you home from work.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who doesnât want to overstep but canât stop himself from spoiling you. One day itâs a ridiculously comfortable pregnancy pillow delivered to your door, the next itâs a state-of-the-art crib that you definitely didnât ask for.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who tries to maintain emotional distance but absolutely loses his cool when the baby kicks for the first time while heâs around. He freezes, his hand lingering on your belly longer than necessary, and you swear you see a flicker of vulnerability in his usually stoic expression.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who makes promises to the baby when he thinks youâre not listening. Things like, âIâll keep you safe,â and âYouâll never have to know the things Iâve seen,â spoken so softly that it breaks your heart just a little.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who struggles with the line between co-parenting and wanting to take care of you, too. Heâs constantly asking if youâre okay, if youâve eaten, if you need anything, but heâs careful not to cross boundaries youâve clearly set.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who is secretly terrified of being a bad father. He doesnât say it, but you can see it in the way he obsesses over every detail of the nursery or how he hesitates before asking if youâd consider staying at the Manorâjust until the babyâs born.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who is there, in the delivery room, holding your hand even though you told him he didnât have to be. Heâs calm, composed, and quietly reassuring, but the way he looks at the baby once theyâre born is raw, unguarded love.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who respects your space (mostly) but insists on being a constant in the babyâs life. Heâs there for the first feeding, the first sleepless night, and every other milestone, always offering help without expecting anything in return.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who gets off on thinking about your baby bump so much more often than he would ever like to admit. He just can't help it when he thinks about how that swell in your stomach was a product of you and him, not any other man.
Baby Daddy! Bruce Wayne who sometimes catches himself imagining what it would be like if the two of you were togetherâlate nights in the Manor as a family, holidays, bedtime storiesâbut he never says it out loud. Instead, he focuses on being the best father he can, even if it means loving you from a distance.
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no grave can hold my body down
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pairings: arkham knight!jason todd x f!reader
warnings: fluff, angst, a lil bit of suicidal thoughts but nothing too major
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an: this is a more detailed version of this post! please request jason todd fic ideas pls pls pls. sorry if theres any mistakes itâs almost midnight lol
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Almost two years had passed since Bruce Wayne came to your door and revealed who he was. Nearly 730 days since your boyfriend "died". Gotham was a city full of awful crimes and even worse people but you've never hated anyone like you hated Batman.
You can understand that he tried, the guilt he must feel probably consumes him and a sick part of you is glad. Not only was your boyfriend killed, with video evidence might you add, but his body was never recovered.
Jason would hate it if you saw the video of the Joker killing him but you needed to know. It was all for naught though, you never buried a body so your brain fully believes he isn't dead.
Whether or not it was the grief of having the love of your life ripped away from you or the feeling in your gut, you know Jason isn't dead. Until there is a body in front of you, you will do anything that you can to find him.
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It started with swallowing your pride and asking the person you loathed for help.
Bruce obviously refused, he wanted to avoid another young person's death. You caught him by surprise with how you begged for his help, he fully expected you to be mad at him, to threaten him for answers. But no, instead you got on your hands and knees and begged him for help, which somehow made it worse.
For weeks you kept reaching out to him, asking him for any clues or hints, anything at all! He has all the resources a person could ever need, he's known as the greatest detective in the world but he can't find his son?
"I've told you, Jason is... Jason is dead. You saw the video. Get out of Gotham and move on, there is nothing more I can do for you." You didnât stop there though.
You knew of Nightwing, that he was the robin before Jason. So you reached out to him when he was on patrol. Unlike Bruce, you actually felt bad for asking for help, especially since he was working and was grieving himself.
Even through the domino mask, his face scrunched in sympathy, and as gently as he could he told you he couldn't consciously help you. He couldn't let a civilian rope themself into business they wouldn't be able to walk out of.
Understanding of his reasoning, you started going against the law. You started to sneak into offices at different police stations in Gotham (they were sloppier than you could've ever thought, no wonder people love Batman).
Given Jason's at the time profession, he taught you how to defend yourself. There was never a time you didn't carry a knife on you, but you always left your gun at home. Living in Gotham, it was best to take all and every necessary safety precautions.
Using the very low-level skills you had, you searched places that were abandoned and discarded, anywhere that Joker was ever near in the past few years. A part of you knew that what you were doing was dangerous, that if Batman had found anything he would've done so already.
But you couldn't just go to work and pretend your boyfriend wasn't out there somewhere, alive or not you had to be absolutely sure. If you died trying then so be it, it's better than living in the reality of Jason not coming home.
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A year went by, 365 days of feeling your sanity drain out of your body. You've been caught a few times by the police for trespassing and once by Batman himself who scolded and lectured you about your activities. He was livid, upset at you willingly putting yourself in danger. You were at a higher risk of dying than he was and yet you go out in nothing but black clothes and a few weapons. He's genuinely shocked you're still alive.
After Bruce catches you, he makes sure to keep tabs on you which prevents you from going out. Even if he's busy, if he sees your tag too far out he will drag you back to your place.
There's a part of you that wants to give up, to actually take his advice and move away. But you know deep down inside nothing will put out the fire of finding Jason. Even if you moved to a different country, you know you would still look for his hair, to listen for his voice in the crowd.
Months of gaslighting yourself that he'll knock on your door and say it's just one big prank, that he was on a big mission far away and couldn't tell you to keep you safe.
Millions of excuses rolled around in your head day and night, work was a blur. Bruce even tried to compensate by offering to pay for your rent, to help you seek medical help like a therapist. You know it would do you good to rest but the guilt of leaving Jason behind was too strong. He's been through so much in his life, you wouldn't dare abandon him.
You still stayed in the apartment you were looking at with Jason, "a safehouse" he called it, you weren't even 18 at the time but you both allowed yourselves to think ahead.
Every piece of furniture you bought it with him in mind, "This would be convenient for him to hide his gear," "He likes this color, plus the blanket is soft so it'll help him sleep." Jason consumed you, call it unhealthy but he was your night in this dark city.
There was a spare bedroom, you were going to originally use it as an office/workspace but instead, it's covered in all the papers you've stolen to find him. The floor, walls and even the door were covered, overlapped, and written on with any possible clue you could've stumbled upon. It's been months since you've been able to add something that wasn't already on there. So instead, you sat in the room and just stared at it, cried, ripped things down, and put them back up with tears streaming down your face. It didnât help that you would hear Jasonâs voice soothing you whenever you cried, reassuring you whenever you were down. You knew it was your subconscious trying to console you but you liked to believe he was really there.
Then there were the hallucinations, they started back when you stumbled upon a hostage situation in an old arcade at the end of Gotham, you swear it was Jason but when the guy looked up at you all you saw was a stranger. You were stuck in the police station for hours, yelled at for stupidly interfering in a dangerous situation. The cops looked at you with annoyance now, you were nothing more than a crazy love-sick girl.
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Lately, work has been exhausting, learning there was a new robin made your stomach swirl. It was like Batman just moved on, how is that fair? How could he move on while you were stuck chasing dead ends? Why couldn't you just accept his death?
Instead of eating dinner, you let yourself boil in whatever hot water Gotham could provide and scrubbed layers of guilt off of your skin. You put on an old shirt of his, which was horribly faded by how much you wore and washed it then curled up in bed; The bed was too big but you didn't want a smaller one in case he came back.
Usually, you triple check that your windows and doors are bolted shut but for tonight you just trusted your brain. Sometimes, it felt like it would be easier if you didn't wake up anymore, at least when you closed your eyes you could see the Jason you knew and loved.
Tonight was one of those nights where sleep was in and out, so when you felt a hand push back some hair behind your ear, you grabbed the knife under your pillow and lunged forward though there were no sounds of anyone in pain, in fact you heard the knife hit the floor.
"You have to be faster than that, sweetheart."
That voice. You would know that voice anywhere.
You blink your eyes open, slowly revealing the man you love in front of you. Except, he wasn't in front of you. This wasn't the first time he's appeared in front of you, it broke your heart all the same.
The exhaustion creeped up your throat and tears started to slip down your face, "No don't cry baby, it's okay." 'Jason' attempted to reach his hand toward you but you shook your head, backing into the corner of the bed,
"This isn't real. Go away, please. Not tonight."
The ache Jason felt in his chest at the sound of your distress hurt him in a way he's never yet experienced. His poor girl crying, thinking he wasn't real.
"I'm real baby, I promise." He calmly approaches you, kneeling on the bed, a hand reaches out towards you again,
Your head was buried on your knees as you hugged yourself into a ball, "You're not! I haven't found you! This can't be real!"
"Please look at me sweetheart."
You noticed his voice sounded different, deeper, more matured. It caused you to slowly look up, "There you are."
That's when you see him. The scars, the tired look in his eyes, the rage he's hiding behind it; Thereâs a difference in color in his eyes but they're beautiful all the same. They still look at you with love.
None of your hallucinations were this detailed, to be honest you couldn't imagine what he would look like after the years have passed. So to see this, you knew it was real. (Or some villain was damn good at illusions.)
He was caught off guard as you hugged him tight, he had to swallow down the feeling to pull you off. You were the exception to everything, so for now he could stomach the feeling of being held in place because he (is trying to convince himself) knows it's out of love.
You sobbed in his chest, apologizing over and over and over again, "It's okay baby, take deep breaths please."
Again, you started to shake your head, "It's not okay, I should have found you. I tried to find you, I'm so sorry!"
"I saw the room baby, I know you tried but that wasn't your responsibility." He tried to reason with you, doing what he could to calm you down. It's been years since he's seen you, years since he's dealt with anything normal, his mind is all over the place.
"Don't say that, I love you Jace. I would rather die than stop looking."
Jason tensed at the phrase, after everything it's hard to believe you, to believe any of this but he wanted to see you. He had to.
A hand found its way in your hair, holding you close to his chest, "You did good honey, thank you for trying."
Lifting your head from his chest, you looked into his eyes, "I would do anything for you, I need you to know that."
He can only offer a small smile, he knows you did and there's a small piece of his heart that can rest knowing you didn't forget him, that you still loved him.
He hopes he can learn to love you again, too.
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part 2? lmk down below :)
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Hi, I just wanted to apologize for my possibly horrible English, it's not the language I speak, anyway I wanted to make a request about how Damian would react if the reader was a demigod(if you can make the reader a demigod of hypnos)đş
And I love your writing 𫶠Keep it up!(And sorry again for the possible horrible English :[ )
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A/N: also your English is fine! No worries, here is your orderđŤśđž and Iâm glad you love my work!
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His first reaction is probably like asking about your powers and what can you do. With how there are superhero and then thereâs wonder womenâŚheâs gonna believe you are a demigod. đ who wouldnât. (A sane person thatâs not a hero.)
If you were a civilian just trying to live a normal life, he can respect that at most. But he would call you up if he needs someone knocked you. Why? Because you have Hypnotic Gaze. Your gaze can put people into a deep sleep. Itâs usual really, Bruce is glad to know Damianâs friend or whoever you are to him isnât a bad person using your gaze for the wrong doing.
I feel like Hypnos!reader would smell like lavender and vanilla to increase the melatonin levels of their powers or how then make people feel.
Though, imagine the familyâs shock seeing Tim full out knocked out all because of your gaze. The family praises you for having the man sleep.
But Bruce with his paranoia would test your abilities of what you can do and how long is your hypnotic gaze.
You also found the power of Sleep Induction/Manipulation. Your father Hypnos had the power to induce sleep in mortals and even other gods. He also manipulate dreams and nightmares. So you can do that as well.
You found that power out when you had a sleepover with Damian. You frowned, putting a hand to damianâs sweaty forehead. He started to calm down and relax in your warm touch, you saw his nightmares and changed them to pleasant dreams.
You two are definitely a sweet duo, sole even say couple going as far. Bruce approves seeing his son doesnât seem so âaggressiveâ around when you are there
Damian always demanding Bruce to let you come over for a a sleepover, only for you two to just sleep the entire sleep over. He holds you like a teddy bear with your fingers in his hair.
Basically being used a sleeping deviceđ oh lord imagine the chaosâs Bruce would have you do.
Especially if he needs you as the last resort to knock out a rouge.
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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 22
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Someoneâs fingers were in Dannyâs hair when he woke. The fingers werenât so much carding through his hair as petting him. Some sleepy part of him wondered if that was something he should be offended by, but the comfort of it far outweighed any offense of being pet like a cat. Besides, the touch said safe.
Heâd woken last night with a nightmare.
It hadnât been a bad oneâ at least not once he was awake. Swirling starscapes and the smell of something woody and spiced brought him back to the here quickly despite the unnerving quiet of the Manor. Still, it had been a nightmare and Danny was very grateful when Jason had settled, more upright than not, next to him the bed.
That was very much not Jasonâs hand in his hair though. It wasnât big enough.
Danny made a mumbled noise to let whoever it was know he was starting to wake up. The hand stilled and then pulled away. (He should have stayed quiet.)
âGood morning, Brother.â Oh, Damian. âTodd and Grayson are off doing something that is surely inane. Grayson asked that I stay with you until you woke. I hope that was not a problemâŚ?â
âNope. Thank you for staying,â Danny said around a jaw cracking yawn. âItâs, um, just change, you know?â
âYes,â Damian agreed after a moment. He continued almost hesitantly. âWhen I first arrived at the Manor from the League, I woke often from the quiet. In the League, there is always movement with guards changes and the global nature of it. It is also unwise to sleep too soundly there. The act of⌠fully resting is one that has taken me time to accept. But it is safe here. Father and the others would allow nothing to harm us here.â
Danny finally made himself open his eyes and roll over so that he could look up at Damian. His little brother, though not by much. ââŚyeah, they wouldnât, would they?â
âThey would not.â
âThank you for staying with me anyways,â Danny said.
Damianâs resulting blush was pretty adorable.
âYes, well, you are welcome,â Damian said as he swiftly stood. âBreakfast will be at the hour. That should be plenty of time for you to appropriately ready yourself.â
Danny held back a still sleepy laugh as Damian practically fled the bedroom. Then he took a moment to stretch slowly from the very tips of his toes to the tips of his fingers. The bedâ his bed was just the right side of firm while the bedding softened everything back down. Despite the nightmare, Danny felt well rested.
It was a feeling he could get used to.
Breakfast called though, so Danny got up, showered (a novelty he still enjoyed), and dressed. The Red Hood sweater was a comfort that things hadnât changed too much even though everything felt (and was) so very different.
If he got a little lost on the way down to the kitchen, well, that was just an adventure, wasnât it?
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Someone had saved Danny a spot between Dick and Damian, and Danny tucked into it quietly. The table was alive with chatter and people passing around plates. It was overwhelming. It was nice.
The seat at the head of the table was empty, and Danny figured it must be for Bruce who was just now stepping into the chaos of the dinning room. He stopped behind Jasonâs chair and rested a hand on his shoulder. âI see you were busy last night.â
Jason jutted his chin up defiantly. âDick was there too.â
âEver the big brother. Well, Iâm proud of you, Jaybird,â Bruce said and dropped a kiss to the top of Jasonâs head.
It left Jason looking completely stunned. His mouth open and closed a few times before he mumbled a quiet thanks and tucked into himself as much as someone Jasonâs size could.
Worried about Jasonâs response, Danny looked to Dick. He looked only proud though, grinning at both Jason and Bruce, so Danny tried not to worry about it. They would either explain it or not.
There would be a lot that happened now that Danny wouldnât get or understand, and that would have to be okay. Theyâd been a family long before him. The others had managed to join though and become part of it, so Danny would too. Or at least Danny could try to believe that he would too. He was trying to have hope again.
âMaster Danny,â Alfred called from the doorway. âDo you enjoy eggs with breakfast and if so, what kind?â
âI, um, yeah, Iâve been enjoying what Jayâs been making me.â
âMaster Tim, what sort of eggs has Master Jason been making?â
Tim blinked up blearily from his mug of coffee. âWhy would I know that?â
âScrambled,â Jason said to Tim. âOr over-hard. Nothing with runny yolk.â
Alfred continued to look at Tim pointedly, who shifted in his seat before repeating what Jay had said.
âThank you, Master Tim,â Alfred replied before sweeping away rather dramatically, for a man in an old fashion suit.
âOkay, what the fuck?â Tim questioned several beats later.
Bruce, of all people, hid a smirk behind his hand.
âJasonâs mad at Alfred, and Alfred is maybe not handling that well,â Dick answered eventually.
âWait, Jason, at Alfred?â Duke asked, leaning forward to look at Jason with wide eyes. âIs something going to explode? Has exploded? Will be rigged to explode soon?â
âNaw, all the destruction is long gone and none of it was exploding,â Jason said, then paused. âOkay, well I guess it did start with an explosion.â
âOh my god, Jason,â Dick said and buried his face in his hands.
âItâs my death, Iâm allowed to joke about it.â
âOh, is that the rule?â Danny asked.
Suddenly all eyes turned to him. Danny leaned as far back into his chair he could. The attention was more than a little intimidating.
âYes,â Jason said with a pointed gesture of his cup.
âNo,â everyone else at the table replied.
Danny was a little confused.
âMaybe wait until weâve talked about how youâve died,â Bruce said. There was a strained tone under his gentle words. âAnd give us a little time to come to terms with it.â
âOh.â Danny gave a little nod. He tried not to think about all the things that he still needed to tell. âThat makes sense. Since I still havenâtâŚâ
âHow about a tour of the manor after breakfast?â Dick asked, scattering Dannyâs thoughts.
âWhat?â
Dick shrugged. âWell, you didnât really see much yesterday. We should give you the full tour. This place is big.â
âAnd confusing,â Duke added. âTake every tour you can get. Iâve been lost more than once.â
âThomas is being dramatic,â Damian said with a sniff.
âNo, heâs right,â Jay said. âYou rich boys donât get a say in whatâs normal.â
Tim waved away the comment. âAre we including downstairs in the tour?â
Everyone but Danny seemed to look to Bruce for that answer.
âI donât see why not. After all, Danny has known most of you all longer in the masks then out of them. It isnât like that part of our family is anything hidden,â Bruce said. âBesides, if Danny needs anything during the night, he should know where to go.â
âNot that weâre all going to be out on the streets right now,â Dick assured quickly. âThereâs going to be some of us still in the manor every night.â
Danny was saved from having to say anything to that by Alfred coming back with plates, but he thought that at least a few of them noticed his tight grip on his coffee cup.
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The tour started on the ground floor. It turned out that there was more than enough to see there before even getting to the second floor and Bruceâs office, Damianâs art room, a study room, etc.â Danny didnât know how he would find anyone. The manor might be great when people needed quiet or time apart, but how was Danny going to find anyone?
In the apartment, all Danny had to do was walk out of his room. There was always someone right there in the living room or kitchen. There was always someone when Danny needed them. Now if he walked out of his room there were at least eight rooms to try. There were studies and offices and sitting rooms. There was a library and cinema and an indoor pool. There was a billiards room.
It was like a game of Clue.
Danny FâPhantom, in laboratory, with the portal. And the scalpel and the acid and the electricityâ
The hand he quickly slapped over his mouth with didnât quite cover up the hysterical laughter.
Jay turned to look at him, question and worry both evident in his eyes.
âSorry, just⌠weird thought. Can we⌠could we take a break before the basement part? Itâs just a lot.â
âOf course we can, Brother,â Damian said and immediately started them off in a different direction.
Heâd been acting as the main tour guide, as was his âduty as the blood sonâ. Jay had come, because Danny was still embarrassingly attached to him and Dick, and Duke trailed along with because âsomeone was needed to translate the rich into real personâ. It turned into an interesting set of commentary, that was for sure.
Danny was glad for the break and how that apparently meant refreshing lemonade, fresh fruit, and cookies in one of the sitting rooms.
âItâs wild, isnât it?â Steph said.
Apparently sheâd shown up at the manor at some point, which meant that her, Cass, and Tim were also joining them for the break. Jay had left to âdrag Dick out of the hell pitâ, whatever that meant.
âYeah, it is. I really think mansions are just like that though. Every one that Iâve seen has been wild in some way,â Danny said. âThough this one takes it as far as history and sheer⌠grandeur.â
âDude, how many mansions have you been in?â Duke asked as he snagged another cookie.
âOkay, well, maybe only three, but theyâve all been wild. One had a bowling alley and the other was owned by a half-dead villain,â Danny explained. He paused thoughtfully. âOr maybe everyone I know⌠knew is just weird.â
âI mean, looking around this roomâŚ,â Steph said.
âIâd be insulted if it wasnât true,â Tim said.
âYouâre a drama queen, I bet youâre insulted anyways,â Steph replied.
Tim gasped, dramatically, and through his hand across his forehead. âHow dare.â
Danny covered his soft laughter with another bite of a cookie. It was a little overwhelming having so many of them around at once, but it was also nice. Everything was so much more⌠alive. Danny could use to be more alive.
âHaving cookies without me?â Bruce asked as he leaned against the doorway.
âYes,â Tim answered without hesitation.
âI see,â Bruce said with a slight smile. âDanny, why donât you steal a few and come with me.â
Danny nodded, scooped up several cookies into a napkin, and headed Bruceâs way. He held open is haul when he got close. He hoped Bruce liked the same type of cookies as him. Bruce took a white macadamia nut cookie, one of Dannyâs favorite. Danny ducked his head with a smile.
âSo,â Bruce started after they had been walking a bit, âdid they show you where my study is?â
âMhum.â
âGood. Youâre always welcome to come in if you need me, even if Iâm in a meeting or working, all my children are.â
âIâokay, got it,â Danny said. He fiddled with the napkin before plucking out a macaroon to chew on.
âGood,â Bruce said. Danny didnât know if Bruce believed him. âI was thinking that you and I could start to to look over the Batcave together, there are a few things Iâd like to talk to you about.â
Danny nodded and popped the rest of the macaroon in his mouth for the excuse not to talk. He followed Bruce into his study, through (of all things) the grandfather clock, and into the wall. The elevator ride down was quick and the air got noticeably colder until the world opened up into an actual cave.
The space was full of vehicles, spaces he assumed were rooms, a massive computer, and several very large, very odd items. Who just had a life sized t-rex? Apparently Batman, thatâs who.
Bruce lead them over to a round meeting table and sat down. He motioned for Danny to do the same, so Danny did and placed the napkin of cookies on the table between them.
âDanny,â Bruce leaned forward and clasped his hands. âI want to assure that there is no obligation or expectation that you do anything with the vigilante work.â
Danny glanced away from Bruceâs serious gaze. âI⌠everyone else doesâŚâ
âYes, and sometimes I hate myself for that.â
Danny started, gaze snapping back to Bruce.
He smiled somberly. âIâm not exactly the most well adjusted person and I know that. I doubt I would have ever been ânormalâ, but losing my parents so young to a violent crime and being raised by a man who still calls me âmasterâ didnât help. I feel a⌠profound sense of obligation to this city and guilt when something in it goes wrong. To me, my wealth and skills means it is my duty to protect Gotham, often at the sacrifice of all else. Too many times that drive has almost lost me the things that matter most.
âWhen Dick first came to me after his parents death he was angry and reckless and determined to get justice. I saw so much of myself in him that in an effort to protect him, I let him follow in my footsteps. When Jason joined the family⌠I wish I had been clearer that his place in this family wasnât dependent on him becoming a vigilante. I wish I had told he in very clear words that I would love him no matter what. Iâm still working to make up for that.â
Danny pulled a the the sleeve of the too large hoodie he was wearing. âWhat if I⌠what if I feel that sort of guilt to?â
Bruce let out a huff of air. âYou and I, we bring up the very complicated question of what is nature verses what is nurture. I will always work to never assume that how I might do or feel something is the same as how you might. I know there are times where I will mess up though. And if you do feel a guilt like that, I know very much how it feels and I will do my best to help you through it or set you up with someone who can.â
âWhat if it doesnât go away?â
âI wouldnât be trying to make it go away,â Bruce assured him firmly. âWhat I would be trying to do is give you the tools to handle it in a healthy way. To know where your lines are. Our goal is to make sure that youâre happy and healthy. After that, if you still want to be a Cape, we can talk about what that would look like for you.â
âOkay,â Danny said after a moment. âCan I⌠if I donât end up being, um, a Cape, can I⌠would I still be allowed to change into my other form?â
âOf course, Danny,â Bruce said. There was soft look about him that Danny couldnât quite name. âSince you were injured last time you were in it, I would like someone to be with you when you first changed so you can have medical help if you need it. But if thereâs no issue, you can change whenever you want to. We want all of you here.â
Danny rubbed at his eyes. He wasnât going to cry. âIâthank you.â
âAre you seriously having a heart to heart in the Batcave, B?â Jay interrupted as he stepped out of the elevator.
Dick bounded out from behind him and over to scoop Danny up into hug that Danny leaned happily into.
âItâs fine. It was⌠it was needed,â Danny said. He peaked out from around Dickâs arms and glanced from Jason to Bruce and back. âBruce has something to say to you also.â
âDanny,â Bruce sighed.
Danny buried himself back into Dickâs hug. His reply was muffled. âBetter late then too late, right?â
âRight,â Bruce agreed after a beat. âDanny and I were talking about how thereâs no expectation for him to be a vigilante. I wish⌠that I had been clearer about that with you, Jaylad. I wish I had told you that neither your place here or my love for you was contingent on you becoming Robin.â
Dick sucked in a sharp breath and his arms tightened around Danny, but he stayed silent. It was very silent.
Finally Jay cleared his throat. âYeah, I wish you had too, old man.â
âItâs still true,â Bruce said quickly. âIf you want to go to college still or start a foundationâanything you want, chum.â
âRight. Iâll⌠yeah, Iâll think about it.â
âBut for now,â Dick cut in excitedly, âtime to show off the the fun parts of the Batcave!â
âHe means the dangerous parts,â Jay said. His voice was still a little rough sounding.
âBoysâŚâ Bruce said, sounding resigned. âDanny is still healing. Letâs keep the dangerous parts to a minimum, please.â
âSure, B,â Dick chirped in the least unconvincing way possible.
Danny was afraid in that good excited away, like right before the drop on a roller coaster. It was a nice sort of fear to have and he smiled as Dick dragged him off deeper into the cave.
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The Pros Of Being Omni-Lingual
Saw a while back someone saying Captain Marvel (or Shazam or Captain Thunder or whatever name you choose for him) is omni-lingual. I have no idea if itâs actually cannon, but it lives rent free in my head, and I got no plans of evicting it any time soon.
But anyways, the reasoning makes sense. He got his powers from The Wizard, to be The Champion of Magic, so it makes sense that among his other powers, heâs got all the languages down. And that works in his favour when connecting with Heroes
In general, people are more relaxed and open when speaking in their mother tongue, and with Cap knowing all the language cause of â¨magicâ¨, no one can blame him for knowing even the most top secret and heavily guarded languages (like Themisquiran, Atlanlantian or other).
See, when someone like Batman or Martian Manhunter speaks to you in your native language, itâs intimidating. When another JL member does it, itâs a pleasant surprise, but you can sense they arenât that comfy with a language also do it for work purposes.
But when Cap does it? Itâs âoh you speak âŚâ âoh, Iâm omni-lingualâ type dialogue. If he gets a cult after mentioning that it was a gift from the Gods, then thatâs a while other story
Pair that with his sunny attitude, and his golden retriever attitude, of course he gets people to like him. Heâll understand all the memes, have fantastic insight (Wisdom of Solomon) and political views (Whiz Kid radio host). To put it blankly, he has amazing conversational skills, and I am convinced that discussions can be the most meme filled talks or the most profound stuff you have ever heard, especially if itâs about Magic.
To get back on topic, these facts make him especially loved, not just by civilians he saves (head cannon that he knows whatâs your preferred language of you speak more than one and reassures them in that language), but also by other heroes.
He can be seen with Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian (speaking Martian) while helping them cook some food from their home world.
Or with Supergirl in the lounge Kryptonian (Kal is great and all, as are the other supers, but Kryptonian is not their first language, not like her).
Or with Aquaman, talking about various Sea Gods in Atlantian. Whenever heâs got some Magical duties in Atlantis for whatever reason, he always gets invited for dinner with the Aquafam. He, Mera and Gar have the best Magic discussions
He tries to avoid speaking Themesciran, cause heâs a guy and he doesnât want to disrespect their culture, but Wonder Woman is always more relaxed when speaking in her mother tongue. Most of the time, he will settle for Greek though (itâs her second language so itâs close enough). Although he did take it upon himself to teach Cassie when Diana couldnât
For any of the Batfam, he switches languages, every other sentence. They love it, especially Bruce, Dick and surprisingly Alfred. Itâs enrichment and tests their knowledge. When Clark and Diana arenât here and his kids are in the watch tower, they go to the Captain to help with their language education (they donât know heâs a kid, which makes Billy think heâs adulting right). Later when it was revealed heâs a kid, it makes the JL groan that a child was the better designated Baby Sitter (now Batman sends his kids in to hopefully adopt Billy)
When meeting new heroes, itâs the same shabang. He can instantly acclimatise to them and is just a walking talking Pitbull (looks scary, is a sweetie pie)
The lantern corps love him, and keeps sending him rings. My guy has to give the GLs a bad full of rings before every meeting (although they do wonder why thereâs the a red, and sometimes yellow rings in the bag). holy shit I need to make a post about lantern corp and Captain marvel
But anyways, thatâs just me ranting as someone who was raised bilingual and who definitely prefers English.
#billy batson#dc captain marvel#dc#shazam#Omni lingual#bro can casually speak all languages#living rent free in my head
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MCU Characters x Reader (Part.1)
How they react when you are angry with them (Part.1)
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker (Tom H.), Stephen Strange & Thor Odinson
I'm back in my MCU era, thanks to Agatha All Along, so expect a lot of MCU headcanons, feel free to request those!
Tony Stark
- When youâre angry with Tony, heâs a little stunned. Heâs used to being able to charm his way through things or brush issues off with a joke, but the moment he realizes youâre genuinely upset, he feels the ground shift a little. Tonyâs mind races, calculating what he did wrong, and for a second, he considers ignoring the problemâbut not with you. You mean too much to him, and he canât stand the idea of pushing you further away.
- He doesnât immediately know how to apologize, so he leans into his classic defense mechanism: humor. Heâll try to make you laugh, throwing out quips, hoping youâll crack a smile. When that doesnât work, he gets a little awkward, mumbling things like, âThis is why I avoid real feelings, you know?â as he fumbles through an apology. Heâs not used to admitting fault, but with you, heâs learning to swallow his pride.
- Tony goes all out when he realizes he needs to make it up to you. Heâll throw himself into making amends, maybe even a little too extravagantly. Expect some grand, over-the-top gestureâa private jet to Paris, a limited-edition piece of tech heâs been tinkering on, or a fancy dinner in some exclusive place with an outfit heâs bought just for the occasion. Heâs not subtle, and he knows it, but heâll do anything if it means a smile from you.
- When the big gestures donât work, he takes a different approach. He shows up at your door, looking strangely vulnerable, with something small and meaningful. Maybe itâs a handwritten letter heâs scribbled out, confessing how much he hates it when things arenât okay between you two. Itâs raw, real, and completely unlike Tony, but he means every word. This time, he wants to show that heâs willing to put the ego aside for you.
- Once you finally let him back in, Tony wraps you in his arms and doesnât let go. Heâll joke that heâs not letting you get mad at him again, and maybe throw in a flirty quip about âtesting his limits,â but thereâs something deeper there too. Being loved by you has changed him, and heâs willing to work on himself for the first time in a long time. With you, Tonyâs found a softness he didnât know he had, and heâs not going to risk losing it.
Steve Rogers
- Steve Rogers doesnât like conflict, especially not with you. When he realizes youâre angry, he immediately wants to address it and resolve it, hoping it wonât escalate. He tries to have a calm, level-headed conversation, but he can see that maybe itâs too soon. Steveâs patient, though; heâll give you space if you need it, even if it pains him to let go for a while.
- While youâre cooling off, Steve takes time to reflect, replaying the situation in his mind, wondering where he went wrong. Heâs his own worst critic and can be hard on himself, especially when it comes to you. Heâll try to see things from your perspective, understanding that sometimes his old-fashioned sense of right and wrong can be rigid. Heâs willing to bend if itâs whatâs needed to bridge the gap between you.
- When he approaches you again, heâs soft-spoken and earnest, offering a sincere apology. There are no excuses, no justificationsâjust him, owning up to whatever hurt you. His gaze doesnât leave yours; he wants you to know he truly means it. And as he speaks, he promises heâll do better, vowing to always listen to you and consider your feelings.
- To make it up to you, Steve chooses something simple but thoughtful, probably something he knows you love. It could be as quiet as a walk through your favorite park or as gentle as a handwritten note tucked into a book youâre reading. Steve understands that sometimes, itâs the little things that mean the most. Heâll give you the space to talk, letting you vent if you need to, always steady, always attentive.
- Once the air clears, Steve is more affectionate than usual, holding your hand, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, grateful to be back in your good graces. He values trust deeply and doesnât take your forgiveness for granted. Steve knows relationships take work, and heâs fully committed to making it work with you, one respectful conversation at a time.
Natasha Romanoff
- Natasha doesnât like it when things are off between you two, but sheâs used to people being mad at her. Initially, she tries to shrug it off, acting like she doesnât care, maybe even trying to ignore it. But youâre different. Youâre not just anyone; youâre someone she actually trusts, and seeing you upset with her hits her hard.
- Natasha is far more comfortable dealing with enemies than emotional confrontations, so when she finally comes to you, she does it in a roundabout way. She might casually ask, âAre we good?â as if itâs not a big deal, but the nervous tension in her voice betrays her. Sheâs not great at apologies, so her attempt is awkward but sincere. Itâs clear sheâs trying, even if she doesnât always have the words.
- To make it up to you, Natasha doesnât go for big gestures but rather something deeply personal. Sheâll take you to a place she lovesâa quiet spot on a rooftop, a hidden cafĂŠ she discovered, somewhere she can let her guard down. Sheâs careful, almost shy, as she opens up a little about herself, sharing stories she rarely tells. In her own way, sheâs letting you know how much she values you.
- Natasha doesnât usually do comfort, but sheâll go out of her way to make you feel loved and safe. Maybe sheâll surprise you with breakfast or bring you something she knows youâve been wanting. She pays attention, after all, even if she doesnât always show it. Little by little, sheâll find ways to let you know that sheâs there, committed to making things right.
- When you finally forgive her, Natasha breathes a sigh of relief, leaning in for a hug that lasts a beat longer than usual. Sheâs not big on words, but sheâll whisper something soft and sincere, just for you. Natashaâs fiercely protective, and after a falling-out, sheâs even more attuned to making sure you feel cared for. Sheâll stay close, a steady presence at your side, her quiet way of showing just how much she values you.
Bruce Banner
- When youâre angry with Bruce, heâs instantly anxious, worried heâs done something terribly wrong. Conflict isnât his strong suit, and heâs painfully aware of his capacity for anger. Heâs cautious, almost timid, when he realizes youâre upset, giving you space and time. He doesnât want to make things worse or risk saying the wrong thing.
- Bruce spends time overthinking the situation, dissecting every detail. He questions himself, often getting caught in a loop of self-blame, wondering if heâs ever really been suited for a relationship. But even though heâs scared of confrontation, he values you too much to leave things unresolved. He wants to show you that heâs willing to work through whatever the issue is.
- When he finally comes to you, Bruceâs apology is soft, heartfelt, and a little self-deprecating. Heâll stumble through his words, not wanting to sound defensive, and thereâs an earnestness in his gaze as he tries to convey just how much he wants to make things right. Heâs not perfect, but heâs open to listening and doing better.
- To make it up to you, Bruce goes for something intimate and personal. He knows you appreciate small gestures, so heâll show up with something that reflects his feelings for youâmaybe a small book he thinks youâd love, or a little experiment from the lab that made him think of you. Heâs shy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, but itâs his way of showing he cares.
- When you finally forgive him, Bruce visibly relaxes, wrapping you in a hug as if he never wants to let go. Heâs careful, soft, and almost tentative, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Bruce cherishes the trust you give him and is deeply grateful to have someone willing to weather his insecurities. He might even joke, âYouâre way too patient with me,â but the gratitude in his voice is genuine.
Clint Barton
- When Clint realizes youâre angry with him, his first reaction is a mix of regret and a slight laugh. He canât believe heâs managed to mess things up this badly with you, of all people. He knows he tends to joke around a bit too much, so he tries to laugh it off at first, but when he sees how serious you are, his grin fades. Heâll look a bit awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing heâs got some work to do.
- Clintâs never been one to give big, elaborate apologies. Instead, heâll pull you aside, speaking quietly and genuinely. Heâll admit that he messed up, explaining that sometimes he forgets to take things seriously or considers othersâ feelings the way he should. Itâs a simple, heartfelt apology, showing his honest side that not many people get to see.
- Once heâs apologized, Clint is all about making you laugh. Heâll start cracking jokes, doing his best impressions, and even pull some ridiculous faces just to get a reaction out of you. Clint knows humor is his best weapon, and heâs shameless about using it if it means making things right. Heâs determined not to let you stay mad at him for long, no matter what it takes.
- When his jokes donât quite cut it, Clint switches gears and puts effort into something he knows will mean a lot to you. Heâs a guy who pays attention to the little things, so heâll show up with your favorite takeout, a warm blanket, or maybe even a funny book he picked up just for you. He knows that itâs the small gestures that can speak volumes.
- After things settle down, Clint wraps you in a warm, comfortable hug, one arm wrapped around your shoulder, making you feel like everythingâs back to normal. Heâll joke about how lucky he is that you put up with him, throwing in a wink, but thereâs a hint of seriousness behind his words. Clint doesnât take his relationships for granted, and heâs grateful youâre in his life, even when he messes up.
Bucky Barnes
- Buckyâs heart sinks when he sees that youâre angry. Heâs used to pushing people away, and now that heâs got you, heâs terrified of losing you over a misunderstanding. Buckyâs first instinct is to retreat, his mind already whispering that maybe he doesnât deserve this, doesnât deserve you. Heâll avoid confrontation if he can, hoping things might smooth over on their own.
- But when he realizes he needs to talk to you, heâs hesitant, nervous, almost as if heâs bracing himself for rejection. Bucky approaches you carefully, speaking in a low, almost shy voice. He struggles with apologies, but he looks you in the eyes, opening up about how hard he finds it to express his feelings. Heâs used to running, and being with you is the first time heâs tried not to.
- Bucky tries to make it up to you in the most low-key, thoughtful way possible. Heâs not one for grand gestures, but heâll do something meaningful and heartfelt, like leaving you a note explaining how much you mean to him or bringing you something that he knows you love. Heâs nervous about whether itâll be enough, hoping you can see the sincerity in his actions.
- When he feels things softening between you, Bucky relaxes just a little, offering his support in any way you need. Heâll stay close, maybe cooking a meal for you or sitting quietly with you, sharing a comfortable silence. He wants you to know that heâs there, without needing to say much, because heâs always believed that actions speak louder than words.
- When you finally forgive him, Bucky is beyond relieved. Heâs more open with his affection, drawing you into a tight embrace, his touch lingering as if heâs afraid to let go. He knows he doesnât have many people he can count on, but heâs grateful that he can count on you. Buckyâs still working on believing he deserves happiness, but having you in his life makes him want to try.
Sam Wilson
- Sam immediately notices when youâre angry, and his first instinct is to find out whatâs going on. Heâs straightforward and doesnât like tension hanging in the air, so heâll ask, âAlright, what did I do?â in his calm, genuine way, hoping youâll be willing to talk it out. Heâs good at reading people, but he wants to hear it from you directly.
- Sam listens intently when you explain whatâs bothering you, nodding and giving you his full attention. Heâs respectful and thoughtful, making sure you know he understands where youâre coming from. Heâs not the type to dodge blame; if heâs at fault, heâll own up to it right away. Thereâs no defensiveness, no excusesâjust an honest desire to make things right.
- To make it up to you, Sam takes you on a simple, meaningful outingâsomething where the two of you can connect and have fun. Heâs all about shared experiences, so maybe itâs a long walk, a favorite food spot, or even a small adventure heâs planned just for you. Heâs careful, attentive, making sure the focus is on you and helping you feel valued.
- When things calm down, Sam offers a mix of humor and reassurance, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and promising to do better. Heâll look you in the eyes and say something like, âI donât like seeing you mad. Tell me if I mess up again.â Heâs genuine and open, showing you he wants to grow from this experience and be a better partner.
- Once everythingâs back to normal, Sam goes the extra mile, making sure youâre laughing and relaxed. Heâs always there to lift you up, pulling you in for a warm, affectionate hug and giving you his full, unwavering attention. Samâs presence is solid, reassuring, and heâll make sure you know just how much he values having you in his life.
Peter Parker (Tom H.)
- Peterâs heart sinks when he realizes youâre angry with him. Heâs young, a little clumsy with emotions, and absolutely hates the idea of upsetting you. His mind starts racing, thinking of everything he could have done wrong. He gets a little panicked, maybe even rambling apologies before he knows whatâs going on, hoping youâll give him a chance to explain.
- When you tell him whatâs bothering you, Peter listens carefully, nodding along with wide, earnest eyes. Heâs genuinely sorry, his voice soft as he stumbles through an apology. Heâs never been great at handling relationship tension, but heâll try his best to make sure you know how much he cares and how sorry he is for letting you down.
- To make it up to you, Peter goes for something heartfelt, maybe even a bit awkward, but completely sincere. Heâll show up at your window with a little homemade gift, something quirky and thoughtfulâperhaps a playlist he made just for you or a funny little gadget he put together in the lab. Heâs earnest, a little shy about it, hoping youâll see how much effort heâs putting in.
- Peter spends extra time trying to lift your spirits, using every ounce of his playful personality to make you laugh. Heâll crack jokes, do silly impressions, or even attempt a bad dance routine just to get you smiling again. He knows heâs a bit of a dork, but he doesnât mind if it means cheering you up. Peterâs all about making you feel comfortable and loved.
- When you finally forgive him, Peterâs face lights up with relief. Heâll pull you into a warm, enthusiastic hug, holding you close and babbling about how heâs âthe luckiest person in the worldâ to have someone like you. Heâs young, optimistic, and just incredibly happy that youâre not mad anymore. To Peter, youâre his world, and heâll always do whatever it takes to make you feel special.
Stephen Strange
- When Stephen realizes youâre angry with him, heâs a bit taken aback. Heâs used to being right and doesnât often see things from othersâ perspectives, so it takes him a moment to understand the weight of the situation. His initial reaction might even be a little defensive, but he quickly catches himself, knowing that with you, he has to try harder to listen and understand.
- Stephen struggles with apologies, often trying to explain away his actions or getting caught up in technicalities. Heâs intelligent and analytical, but that doesnât always work when emotions are involved. Eventually, though, he manages to offer a genuine apology, admitting that heâs not always the easiest person to be with and that he respects you enough to take responsibility.
- To make things right, Stephen will probably use a bit of magic to create something special just for you. It might be a small charm to keep you safe, a little illusion to make you smile, or even a glimpse into some place youâve always wanted to see. Itâs his way of saying he cares, using the one skill he knows best to bring you a little joy.
- As he tries to smooth things over, Stephen is careful, more attentive than usual, and visibly trying to understand your emotions. He may not be great at expressing his own feelings, but heâs willing to try if it means keeping you close. Heâll listen to you, nodding thoughtfully, and maybe even opening up a bit about his past mistakes and how much he values you.
- Once you forgive him, Stephen is visibly relieved, though he keeps it subtle. He gives you a small smile and pulls you close, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms around you. He might even joke, âGuess I need to work on my bedside manner,â but thereâs genuine affection behind his words. Stephen knows heâs lucky to have you, and heâs determined to keep learning how to love you better.
Thor Odinson
- Thor is visibly surprised when he realizes youâre angry with him. Heâs naturally cheerful and doesnât take most things too seriously, so the idea that heâs done something to upset you takes him off guard. At first, he tries to brush it off with a booming laugh, but when he sees the seriousness in your eyes, his smile fades. He immediately wants to fix things, willing to do whatever it takes to get you to smile again.
- Thor is quick to apologize, his voice earnest as he promises he didnât mean to hurt you. Heâs not one to overthink things, but heâs deeply sincere, and his apologies come straight from the heart. Heâll look you in the eyes and tell you he values you and never meant to cause any harm, his words laced with the kind of honesty that only Thor can deliver.
- To make it up to you, Thor goes all out. Heâll sweep you off on a grand adventure, maybe a spontaneous trip to Asgard (or at least what remains of it), or heâll bring you somewhere beautiful and awe-inspiring. Thor loves to celebrate life and wants to remind you of all the incredible experiences the two of you can share. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he hopes that a bit of excitement will make things right.
- As you spend time together, Thor is extra affectionate, showering you with praise and hugs. Heâs genuinely sorry and makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, maybe even telling you tales of his own mistakes and what heâs learned from them. He might tease himself a bit, but itâs all to make you laugh and remind you of his dedication to you.
- When you finally forgive him, Thorâs smile lights up the room. He laughs, pulling you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet, and spinning you around. Thereâs nothing subtle about his relief and joy, and heâs not afraid to show it. Thor values you immensely and will do everything he can to make sure you know how much you mean to him, promising that heâll try to be a little more mindful in the future.
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Billy and Bars
Now, as you probably know, most of the time Billy is ages 8 to maybe 15 (thatâs what Iâve seen anyways) and of course, his Captain Marvel form looks like an adult. So, it wouldnât be strange for an adult to ask another adult to go to a bar with them. Which is why Billy is caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he could just say no, but after a long mission where theyâd all spent like two days on an alien planet under constant heavy fire from a cute and cuddly, yet surprisingly bloodthirsty race? Itâd be weird not to accept. They might suspect him for being a kid! And boy, Billy does not want that. But on the other hand, heâs not of legal drinking age.
He ends up going with them anyways. Now, all the heroes are sat at a dingy bar in Central City, out of costume, of course. Though, some of them cough Bruce cough Diana cough Arthur cough and you canât forget Billy, still in Marvel form. (He took a page out of Supeâs book and wore glasses. Heâs also for some reason wearing Hawaiian print. (He didnât have actual adult clothes and needed to borrow from a bargain bin))
Billy thankfully found a loophole for this whole mess. Thatâs right, this guys gonna be sipping virgin margaritas for the rest of the night. And, he try as many flavors as he wants because you wanna know the best part? Bruce is paying for everything! If Billy could jump in joy, he would. It didnât matter that Hal was a little obnoxious when drunk off his mind. Heâs dealt with worse and itâs not like itâs all that bad. Heâs kinda funnier than usual this way. He gets the spend the rest of the day with people he considers friends, thatâs all that really matters.
GL: âDude, why do you keep ordering virgins?â
Crap. What does Billy say to that? Right off the bat, Billy ignores Solomonâs first, and quite frankly, wild lie to tell.
Marvel: âHmm? Oh uh⌠I⌠like the way they tasteâŚ?â
Heâs a bad liar.
Aquaman: *drinking beer* âTry again, bud.â
Okay⌠It looks like he might have to listen to Solomon after all. Gosh dang it.
Marvel: âUhm⌠I kinda used to maybe sort of mightâve had an addiction and had to go to AA a long time ago.â *Sips drink*
He was always better at lying when the lie was already prepared.
*Whole table goes silent*
Marvel: âUh⌠Iâve been sober for a while. LikeâŚâ âTwelve years, Billy,â Solomon supplied in his head. ââŚTwelve years.â
*Table is still silent.*
Flash: *Interrupts silence by slamming hands on table* âDude! You cannot keep dropping Marvel Lore Bombsâ˘ď¸ on us like this!â (Btw this is the same universe as the Marvel Compilations post. I didnât mean to write it like it was the same universe but I might as well connect them cause why not)
Marvel: âWhaddya mean?â
Superman: âWell, MarvelâŚâ *scratches back of head* âYou kinda have this tendency to⌠Gosh, how do I put this?â
Martian Manhunter: âYou drop obscure information about yourself at random times.â
Wonder Woman: âThen you just go about your day like you didnât say it in the first place. For example Cap, you canât just tell me that at some point you were an Amazonian, you were there for my birth, and then just walk off.â
GL: âMarvel, how old are you?â
Marvel: âUuuuuuhhhhhhhâŚ.â
Batman: âYou date back to having existed before Mesopotamia. I want to know the answer to that question Marvel.â *Bat-glares Billy while sipping from his drink.*
Bruce was definitely going to add the AA thing to his quite small folder on Marvel.
The night continues on with the other members of the JL grilling Billy for more information about himself, which Solomon helps with by either supplying him with lies, or with things previous champions did. By the time the night was over, Billy never wanted to go to a bar again. He unshazamed in an alley and went home to his little place. He bee-lined to his sleeping bag and just when he was about to fall asleep, something popped into his mind:
âWhy didnât I just say I didnât like the way it tastes?â That thought kept him up for a couple more hours.
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Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)
DC x Pjo
Part 7
Again like- a lot of timeskips
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Present
"Yellow? You- you're giving me yellow?" Duke's brows furrowed at the color
Batman sighed "is something wrong with it?"
"no- just, everyone has dark colors, I don't wanna be a lightbulb"
"you will take what you'll get" Batman escorts Duke to the exit "Training starts tomorrow"
Bruce slumps in a chair, his hand crawling to a tv remote
"Okay- so- I'm bored right now, here is my cover of rolling in the deep------" A small nine year old kid holds a hairbrush as a mic
Countless videos of this child playing all by themselves, they found the iPad in the kid's room, while trying to search for a clue of what kind of person his child could be
-----"okay so, I'm on patrol right now, it's not allowed to record but loooook!" The camera pans to three small kittens in an alley
Bruce remembers, He made the kid throw the kittens back out on the street, Now he wonders how they felt when he let Damian's pets wander around the manor
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11 years old (Name)
"-You are no longer needed since Damian is here now"
The kid tightens their grip on their clothes "Is it that easy for you to replace me?" They asked, voice wavering, and their head lowering so Batman wouldn't see the tears that would fall
"(Name) I need a proper vigilante, not bait, so far you got attacked three times today alone" he pinched his nose
"And I managed to fight them all! If you're gonna turn Damian into a vigilante that's fine with me, but you're excluding me all together!?"
"this is not a discussion. If I ever find you in that suit again you won't be allowed to even get out of the Manor" he coldly said and turned away
(Name) has stayed away from the library since that day
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Aquaman stands before the council of governments and the justice league
"we are not responsible for the ocean's uprising! My empire has been doing everything to calm the ocean down, but it does not listen to my trident anymore!"
The sky and the seas have been raging lately, the shores have been rampaging, the justice league forced to evacuate sea dwellers
Wonderwoman spoke up "Aquaman is right, it is not his fault, it... It is the gods"
The crowd murmured in confusion
"Zeus and Poseidon have been having disputes, A powerful weapon was stolen and both sides are accusing each other, it is best to try and appease even a little of the gods anger, and pray they won't share their wrath with the humans" She finished
An uproar started
"You mean to tell us, lives were lost because of their arguing!?!"
"They're gods! Why can't they just talk amongst themselves?!"
"this is why I pray to Jesus... He is real right?" A reporter asked
"he is, but he's from a different Pantheon" Wonderwoman answered
"It's ALWAYS about fucking weapons, humans fight for nuclear weapons, and the gods fight about them too?"
"Do they need a spokesperson? I'll sort out their fight for them if they want"
A reporter raised his hand "Is there a place safe from their anger?"
"Well... Egypt is under the control of the Egyptian gods, but even, they are in conflict, Set is currently causing chaos, Boston and the land of the Vikings are protected by the Norse... Unfortunately- Loki has been freed from his prison and is also causing chaos" Wonderwoman sighed in stress
"But so far, no other Pantheons have been fighting, go to them, pray at them to protect you, just don't try to do anything that will anger the already angry gods as is, we might be the butt of their anger if we do"
With that the meeting ends, but not their fear though
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6 months later
"NNGGGHRRROOAAARRR" A roar from the Colchis bulls shakes the camp
Gerald Thanes (An ares kid) charged at the bull but was thrown at the table nearby
"What the fuck is that" you scream, A girl from your cabin grabs your hand and you run, "Can't we help!?"
"We can but we have to be careful, get a weapon or run to the armoury for protection first" with you guys being in a safe space now, she lets go and hugs you "I'll call on some dryads to help with the fire, stay safe okay?"
"you too" you say as you grab a spear on the floor, you throw it at the bulls feet, it nicks some gears off of it, but then It starts to charge at you
You ready to point your spear but then
?????
What?
It was running but it wasn't going anywhere, you walk to the side to see a cyclops holding it by the tail
He looks at you "Hi! :3 I'm Tyson"
You smile awkwardly "I'm (Name)"
Then two figures hug you to the ground
Percy laughs "I missed you so much!", Annabeth smiles at me "(Name)... let's finish this quickly, I want to tell you a lot of things"
Clarisse grunts as she gets thrown in our direction "can the three of you stop being sentimental! It's not the right time"
"Nice to see you too Clarisse" Percy says
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Honestly if I was batsis I'd pretend to have a crush on the batboys close friends(excluding Damian because he and Jon are still babies) just to annoy them. Jason bring Roy over? Suddenly I'm very interested in his tattoo's and I want to know all about archery. I catch kon in the kitchen in Tim? Suddenly i'm very into the conversation they're having and am making eye contact a lot with Kon. I feel liked they'd do something like this; Batsis: You know I really like your tattoos. Roy: Oh thanks. Jason: ... You gotta go, like, now. Roy: What-
Brilliant, anon!! What a great idea!! This was very fun to write :)
(don't mind the spelling mistakes please lol. i am tired out of my mind)
For starters, when Bruce first introduced the members of the Justice League to you (it took a lot of convincing), you just couldnât help but flirt with them.
I mean, just LOOK at Aquaman. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you felt a spark. He hadnât noticed you staring, but surely he had felt it too. Bruce, however, had noticed you staring. He didnât seem particularly amused, almost as though he saw you daydreaming about your wedding with Aquaman. Just when you were making your way over to them, Bruce scowled and swiftly led Aquaman away. After that, you never saw him ever againâŚ
Or that one time when Green Lantern came over. Wow. What a man. You didnât waste a second walking up to him and introducing yourself. The giggles you were suppressing nearly slipped out after you saw Bruceâs eye twitch. Green Lantern entertained your advances, though you knew he wasnât interested in you. Whenever Bruce started with his, âHal. We should leaveâ, you would always interrupt him with more questions directed at Hal.
âSoâŚdo you like pasta? Iâm actually really good at making it. You should come over, you know? I could treat you!â You all but winked at him.
Hal found it very interesting, donât get him wrong, he thought you were very funny, but when Bruce is standing right there beside him, he feltâŚintimidated. So intimidated, in fact, that he can barely reply to your questions.
âOhâŚumâŚâ he nervously glanced at Bruce. âGreen. You know what, kid? Your father and I have some business to attend toâŚsoâŚsee you next time. Good luck with the umâŚyeah, never mind.â
Hal sped off, leaving you and Bruce alone. You had been in the mood to laugh until your father turned to you with a serious expression. Suddenly you werenât in the mood to laugh anymore. To put it simply, it was a clear warning: Donât do it again, his look communicated.
Now, Constantine, he was fun to hang around with, likely because he isnât as scared of Batman as the rest is. And also, heâs hot. âYou are so cool, honestly. Itâs really impressive how often youâve escaped deathâ, you leaned against the wall. To be honest, you werenât even listening to what he was saying, all you needed to hear was his strong English accent and little sprinkles of humor.
After some bribery, you had gotten Tim to tell you that Bruce was most concerned about you meeting Constantine. For some reason, you figuredâŚ
âSoâŚI like older men, what about you?â, you batted your eyelashes at him. You didnât have Bruce in your periphery, as you were focusing on John, but you could imagine him shaking in fury.
âYeah, I like older men tooâ, he replied nonchalantly. Dammit, he got you. Well, he was a funny guy.
Bruce seemingly relaxed at that, but thatâs not to say that he was satisfied with the interaction taking place. âYouâre funny, are you single-â, you could barely finish your sentence before Dick dragged you away to spend time with you. Though, you believe that Bruce asked Dick to get you away just so you couldnât talk to Constantine like that.
Bruce had way too many attractive friends. Well, almost all his friends were attractive: Wonder Woman, Superman, FlashâŚhell, even Martian Manhunter. I mean, he can read minds! Just imagine the potentialâŚ
âSo, I heard you can read minds. Read mine right nowâ, your grin wasâŚsuspicious. Bruce couldnât read minds like Jâonn could, but he could imagine what you were thinking about. No, actually, he didnât want to imagine it.
âJâonn.â, Bruce, ever so stern, called out and gestured towards the door. The Jâonn in question had merely walked off in that direction silently, as though having understood Bruceâs point from one word. Martian Manhunter hadnât read your mind that day, to your dismay. However, you had managed to make Bruce uncomfortable, so that was considered a win.
Dick himself had very attractive friends. Wally West, quite the flirt, was among them. Though, oddly enough, you had imagined him to be more flirty. It couldnât be that Dick took a page out of Bruceâs book and told him to watch it, right?
âSo, youâre fast, huh?â, you looked Wally up and down. âI happen to beâ, Wally glanced at Dick.
âOkaayyyyy, Wally, you should leaveâ, Dick spoke with a strained smile.
âYeah. Oh, by the way, what about the-â
âNow.â
Wally looked around awkwardly, ââŚright.â
And Ravenâwhat a woman. Plus, Cyborg and Starfire filled your thoughts. Though Wally was the first and last friend of Dickâs you ever saw. A pity. He seemed to have learnt his lessonâŚ
Now Roy Harper, Jasonâs friend, was quite something. Tattoos? Archery? Hell yeah.
âWow, so you like engineering books? Well, the manor has a huge variety. You should come by more oftenâ, you smiled innocently.
âUm, actually, he will NOT be coming over ever againâ, Jason frowned at your words.
âWhy not?â, both you and Roy turned to Jason.
âBECAUSE I said soâ, you and Roy made eye contact awkwardly.
âYouâ, Jason points at Roy, âGet out.â
âWhat? But you said you needed my he-â
âNOWWWW. Do NOT make me repeat myself.â
Yeah, Roy leaving was more awkward than anything else that had happened so far.
Jason didnât have that many friends, as far as you knew at least. In other words: You would never see Roy ever againâŚ
Now Tim, being charming himself, had many attractive friends.
For starters: Conner Kent.
You hadnât had much contact with the Kents, however Conner had come over a few times. And wow. Despite being overly confident (and often obnoxious), he was very, very attractive. However, you have never talked to him. The reason? Tim makes sure he keeps you at armâs length. In fact, youâre not sure you could ever find a way to interract with Timâs friendsâŚunlessâŚ
âHey, Tim!â, Jason called out, âBruce says you need to go to the cave right now.â
âWhat? But I have guests overâŚâ, Tim eyes Jason suspiciously.
âI mean, if you wanna get in trouble with him, be my guestâ, Jay raised his hands defensively.
âI-âŚfine. Conner, just a second, I will be right back. DO NOT moveâ, Tim sighs.
After Tim left, you shot Jason a thumbs-up and went to mingle with Superboy.
âGood evening. You must be Conner. Iâve heard a lot about you from Timâ, you say, taking it slow.
âGood evening! Hopefully you only heard good things!â, he grins.
âOh, plenty of good things. Say, if you really can fly, then why donât you take me for a ride? I havenât ever seen the sky fromâŚwell, up in the skyâ, you copied his grin.
âAh, well, I would, really, but Iâm not sure how Tim would feel, you know? I mean, heâs a bit of a-â, Conner started.
âA bit of a what.â, a new voice shocked the both of you.
Tim. Where the hell did he come from?
âI though I told you to leave if they started talking to you?â, Tim ignored you, only focusing on scolding Conner.
âWell, that wouldâve been incredibly rudeâŚâ, Conner struggled to defend himself.
âYou.â, Tim turns to you.
âMe?â, you said, though you werenât scared of him anymore.
âYes, you. Whatâs the big idea? Why did you pull that just to talk to Conner? I donât know what you have planned, but forget it immediately. If you donât leave right now, Iâll tell Bruce to reinstate the therapy sessions. Then you can explain to him why you enjoy sabotaging others so much.â
That was, quite frankly, terrifying. You hadnât been this scared of Tim in a while.
Well, safe to say you wonât be doing this againâŚ
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Your writing is so damn good, you execute every request perfectly đ
Could you maybe write something where Dick's insecure partner wants to break up with him because their self-image is getting worse cause they feel they can't catch up to the Golden Boy reputation, superheroes, billionaires and so on?
hi, thanks for the request! I hope I did it justice :) a brief interlude from jaytodd before we return to our regularly scheduled program lol
dick grayson x gn!reader. low self esteem, an almost breakup, reader feeling insecure, threatened, sad. happy ending! 2.1k words
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You've been tugging at your outfit for ten minutes. At this rate, you'll have to concede that this is as good as it's going to get.
"My love, you almost ready?"
You sigh and watch your reflection fold its arms.
"Yeah," you say softly. "'M ready."
The door opens. Your heart swoops.
Dick is beautiful, as usual. Your boyfriend can do a lot, including fill a suit. Both your and his outfits were tailor-made because that's one of the perks of being the son of a billionaire.
Over and over, you'd insisted you could wear off-the-rack, and over and over, Dick had said that was silly, that Bruce wouldn't mind.
And it's true that what you're wearing flatters you better than anything from Macy's or Marshall's would've. But you know it won't help tonight. Not in a room full of Gotham's elite.
"Just as I suspected," Dick says, immediately draping his arms over your hips. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."
He's lying.
That voice in your head has gotten louder recently, and you don't know how to turn it off.
You kiss him instead of responding. Dick enthusiastically reciprocates, always delighted when you touch him. You used to think it would be enough.
But ever since you found out that not only are you dating a billionaire philanthropist with a face that makes angels weep, but that said guy is also arguably the most beloved hero in Gotham, maybe second only to the Batman (who's his freaking dad?!), you've begun to have doubts.
You pull back. Dick's tie perfectly sets off his eyes. They're bright as they look at you.
"Everything okay?" he asks, brushing your cheek with his thumb.
"Uh-huh," you say, trying to smile. "Just nervous."
âHey, it's alright. I'll be by your side all night. I'll save you from any and all small talk, promise." He winks. "And we can duck out early, get hot chocolate from that place you like. They won't care."
Dick's always doing that. Always catering to you. You're just some nobody who happened to stumble into the best relationship youâve ever had with a golden god.
Dick never reminds you of that. That he could do better. He doesn't have toâyou know it all on your own.
You swallow. âOkay. If you're sure. I... I would like to leave early, Gray."
ââCourse, baby,â Dick says, attaching his cuff links. "Anything you want."
You turn back to the mirror, wondering if you can reinvent your personality before you go and remind everyone what a mistake Dick Grayson has made in choosing you.Â
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The party is tasteful, though a little stuffy. You're only here because Dick is going to give a speech, and he asked you to come support him. And while you know it's better for him to go without you so you won't dull his shine, it seems Dick hasn't quite figured that out. Â
You hold onto Dickâs arm as he makes his usual rounds. Dick doesn't enjoy these events, you know that, but he's fluid in his interactions. There is no doubt heâs Bruce Wayneâs prodigy. With his suit, his hair, his easy posture, Dick is almost unrecognizable from when you woke up with him this morning.Â
He's in his element. All you can do is peer in and watch.Â
Dick leans in and slips a hand around your waist after the fourth interaction with a donor. A donor who, again, acted like Dick may as well have been dragging around a coat rack with how intently they ignored you. Not that you give a shit about what the one percent have to say about you, except sometimes they say a lot of mean things, things you're pretty sure they don't let Dick overhear, and sometimes you start wondering if Dick is the only person who can't see truth in what they say, and sometimesâ
âHey.â Dick leans in to talk in your ear. He's warm and solid. You wish that was a comfort. âYou okay?â
You're exhausted.Â
âUh-hmm.â
He is going to wake up one of these days and realize he can have it so much better.Â
Dick moves like he's about to say more, pull you closer and permeate your senses with his gold.
âDickie!âÂ
Sweet, tinkling laughter echoes across the room. The crowd parts for this new woman, an obvious socialite, dressed to the nines and gorgeous.Â
Her dress matches Dick's tie. You feel sick.
When she reaches you two, she wastes no time grabbing Dick and kissing his cheek. He extricates himself from her, like he's done a million times before with everyone else who thinks they're entitled to a piece of Dick Grayson. He shoots you an apologetic look. You look away.
âMy God, itâs been what, ten years?â she says. Then she sees you. âOh! Where are my manners? Iâm Caroline Banesbury, Duchess of Middlesworth. I heard the Dickie Grayson was going to be here, and I had to come.â
âBeen a while,â Dick says, smiling blandly. âHow are you, Caroline?â
âSpectacular! Father just bought another castle. You should come and see it sometime.â She plucks a flute of champagne off of a passing tray and smiles behind the rim of the glass.Â
âDick and I go way back,â she says, gaze roving over him. âI hear you're transforming BlĂźdhaven. Taking a page out of Bruce's book, hm? You always had a big heart, Dickie.âÂ
She grabs his arm and links it with hers. You sigh and take a sip of your own drink. You half-wish Poison Ivy would come in and gas the room or something.
Dick clears his throat and maneuvers out of her grip once more, letting go of her with a light pat. He returns to you, snugly holding your shoulders.
"This is my partner," he says about you.
Caroline hums, looking over you. "I see. Pleasure."
You nod. She turns back to Dick.
âIf I can be of any help to your project, you let me know,â she adds, glancing down at where her empty arm now hangs at her side. âAnything.âÂ
âThat's generous of you, Carrie.âÂ
Dick and I go way back.
Oh. Right. You're stupid. They've dated.Â
âWe should have dinner,â she continues. âCatch up. I'm dying to know what Gotham's darling has been up to.â
âI feel sick,â you announce.Â
Dick and Caroline turn to you. Caroline looks perplexed, like you've just said you like to chew concrete.Â
âOh, I'm sorry to hear that,â she says, hardly sparing you a glance. "Perhaps you ought to lie down."
You feel Dick's eyes on you. If you don't leave soon, he'll know you're lying. Possibly the worst part about dating Batman's protĂŠgĂŠ.
Suddenly, leaving this hall is the most important thing you've ever had to do. You feel like you'll die if you don't.
Your feet start moving.
"Babyâ"
Anyway, this is Caroline's chance. She can swoop in with her trust fund and while you think Dick can do way better than herâhe can always do betterâanyone is better than you. For Dick Grayson, who has been a master acrobat since he was a child, son of Batman, leader of the Titans, indubitably intelligent, capable, beautiful, the best goddamn guy you'll ever knowâ
You've lost your way. You're out of the gala, away from duchesses and doom. And you meant to get your coat but this hall that Bruce rented is enormous. You've no idea where you are. But you're alone.
Bruce must've known too, how unfit you are for his son. And why wouldn't he tell Dick? Unless Dick ignored him, because Dick, for all his smarts, is stupidly in love with you, thinks you're where he should put his heart, is certain you won't fumble and drop it.
Warm, callused fingers catch your wrist and you remember, suddenly, Dick telling you once, after you'd nearly stumbled into the street, that he'd never let you fall.
You meet his eyes. Why does he look at you like that? Who gave him the right to look at you like-like youâas if you could ever deserveâ
"Hey," he says, squeezes your hand. "Hey, hey. What's going on?"
Dick Grayson is not a trusting man but he trusts you and good God, you're about to break him.
"I need to break up with you," you blurt.
"What?" he breathes. "Whatâwhy would you say that?"
You wish he'd give you the slip he gave everyone in that room, gently separate your arm from his hand. You never learned how to evade Dick's touch.
"Because it's true. Dick, please understandâ"
"No, I'm trying to understand. Because yesterdayâno, tonight, you were fineâ"
"No, Dick, I wasn't fine! I haven't been fine in months!"
You wrench your arm away. He looks like you slapped him.
"You know anybody I talk to in there means nothing, right? You know that, honey." He's pleading.
You curl your fist into your eye. "It's more than that, Gray."
"Then tell me what the problem is," he says desperately. "Tell me and we'll fix it. I promise we can fix it."
"You can't!" you say, voice cracking. "You can't fix me."
Dick shakes his head. "I don'tâ"
"Why can't you let me break up with you with a little bit of dignity?" you ask. "Do you have to be better at this too?"
"I don't want to break up," he says, tugging at a handful of his hair. "This doesn't make sense. We're happy. You're happy, aren't you? Don't I make you happy?"
"Of course," you choke out. "Of course you make me happy. But you don't see I'm bad for you. You're wonderful and perfect and golden, Dick. And I'm a stain. I need to be scrubbed away."
"Whâthat's not true!"
"Everywhere we go, people see me with you and are immediately confused. I'm not a superhero, I'm not royalty, I'm not a socialite, and yet somehow I've managed to snag Gotham's darling. This is a mistake. I'm trying to do you a favor and wake you up!"
Dick's face is hard with anger. How could you have thought this would be easy?
"I don't need to be woken up! What is it that makes you think I have no agency over the people I choose to spend time with? Everyone I meet thinks they're entitled to touch me, demand me. Everyone but you. You, the person I chose to love, who I love everyday. Do you think you pulled the wool over my eyes and you're snapping me out of it? Is that what you really think?"
And isn't this the most puzzling thing? That he's not sad or gently accepting; Dick is mad.
"I justâ" He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't mean to yell, but really, I can't bear it if you see me as some god on a pedestal, unattainable and inhuman, like everyone else sees me. I love you on purpose."
"You're so accomplished, though," you say weakly. "You're..." You wave your hand over him. "You're fucking Nightwing, D. You were Robin, you have superheroes for friends, Batman for a parent, you're beloved by, like, all of Jerseyâ"
"My love, you know those are just parts of me. You see all of me. You know me. And that's not a one-way privilege, okay? I'm so damn lucky to know you, to love you, to be with you, to fight with you. To fight for you. Knowing you isn't something I take for granted."
"But I'm boring," you say, tears spilling over. "Jesus Christ, Dick, I'm plain and untalented, barely a dime to my name, so painfully ordinary thatâ"
"Listen to me," he says, taking your face in his hands. "Flying around or shooting lasers out of your eyes, sure, it's cool, and it's helpful for taking down an alien dictator. But I don't need you to do any of that, honey. I don't need nor want you to be anyone but you. I wasn't tricked or swindled into loving you. We caught each other halfway, just like we were meant to."
You let him pull you into his arms, let him press your tear stains to his silk pocket square, let his hair fall around you.
His embrace is solid, firm, but when he inhales, his shoulders shake.
"Do youâ" He swallows, throat against yours. "Do you still want to break up?"
His heart beats against your cheek.
"I'm just afraid you'll get tired of me," you whisper. "Bored. Annoyed."
"I won't," he whispers. "You're the least boring person ever. It's never boring to be loved."
You squeeze your eyes shut. Dick's warmth encloses you.
"No, I don't want to break up. I'm sorry."
He holds you tighter, and you realize you never had to match Dick's tie. Not when you've got his heart.
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