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*At a gala, undercover.*

Dick walks up to you holding out a champagne flute.

Dick, mischievously: “Where were we?”

Y/N, sighs exasperated: “You have to stop.”

Dick: “Stop what?“

Y/N drags Dick onto a terrace, making sure they aren’t seen, downing the champagne glass he had brought in one comically loud gulp Alfred would’ve taken a head for.

Y/N: “You have to stop being where I am, talking to me.”

Dick, wide eyed: “Seems unreasonable with our jobs… Besides I like being where you are!”

Y/N: “Stop. We have a problem. I have a problem.”

Dick, narrowing his eyes playfully: “What’s that?”

You definitely weren’t referencing the fact that you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and how he never really seemed to find his way back to his bed on nights you had missions together. Definitely not.

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“you’re bleeding on my bath mat.”

“technically,” dick says, biting back a wince, “we bought that bath mat.”

you glare at him. he’s sitting shirtless on the closed toilet lid like it’s a throne, hair damp with sweat and blood, black suit unzipped and pooling around his waist. his lip is split, knuckles scraped, and he’s got the nerve to be smiling.

“that doesn’t make it better.”

“no, but it makes it ours.”

you mutter something unflattering under your breath as you kneel beside him with the first-aid kit. “what happened?”

“some guy had a knife.”

“and you didn’t?”

“i had... optimism.”

“idiot,” you sigh, tilting his face toward the light. the cut on his cheekbone is shallow but angry. he winces anyway. you try not to think about how pretty he still looks like this, bloodied and cocky, grinning like he won a prizefight instead of nearly getting gutted in an alley.

“you worry too much,” he murmurs.

“you bleed too much.”

“fair point.”

he stays still as you clean the wound, but his eyes never leave your face. there’s a softness there that doesn’t match the bruises. like he’s memorizing your every frown. every sigh.

“you gonna kiss it better?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

“i’m gonna disinfect it,” you reply, deadpan. “if you’re lucky.”

he groans when the antiseptic hits, the sound dramatic enough to make you pause.

“you’re the worst nurse,” he complains, slouching dramatically. “i came here for comfort.”

“you came here for sympathy and post-fight cuddles.”

“and pancakes.”

“you’re not getting pancakes.”

“...you’re so mean to me.”

you set the bottle down and look at him. his lashes are dark and damp, his lip swollen, cheekbone starting to swell. and still—he looks at you like you’re gravity.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you say, softening despite yourself.

“you love me.”

you lean in, slow and careful, and kiss the corner of his mouth—right where it doesn’t hurt. he exhales against your lips like he’s been holding his breath since he climbed through your window. your hands find his jaw, cradling him gently. his own fingers twitch like he wants to touch you back, but he doesn’t move.

“you’re bleeding on me,” you whisper when you pull back.

“technically,” dick grins, lips brushing yours again, “we’re even now.”

and then he kisses you properly—bruised mouth and all.

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kakaashi my beloved

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BLOOD AND CHANGE

Damian Wayne x Constantine! Reader

A/N: Next Part. Damian stitches up a wounded Constantine. They're like 18-19, Fem reader, Alfred's alive wdym haha? w.c: 1.1k

Damian's eyes are open before the second rap on the doors to his balcony.

The katana he keeps under his bed is in his hand by the third. He stalks closer on quiet feet like the assassin he's trained to be.

Who could've possibly evaded the manor's security systems, scaled the wall to his bedroom, and all without alerting any of the vigilantes living inside.

No matter. He's Damian Wayne. He can handle anything this world can throw at him.

His hand stalls on the balcony's door handle before violently throwing it open...

And there you are, slumped on the stone railing, covered in blood, clutching your torso where the white dress shirt is dripping red.

You give him a tired grin, shooting a finger gun at him (with the hand not clutching your bloody wound)

“What's cooking, good looking?”

Damian lowers his katana and clicks his tongue,

“Constantine.”

His eyes never leave your wound, assessing just how bad the damage is. He can smell the iron from where he stands. It's been awhile since you've seen each other, you don't exactly make a habit of visiting very often.

“Are we just gonna stare longingly at each other or are you going to let me in?”

He clicks his tongue again but steps aside so you can gracefully stumble inside his room.

“I will get Pennyworth, he-”

You swiftly interrupt him,

“What, you can't do it yourself? I heard you wanted to be a doctor or something.”

He skips asking how you know that.

“That doesn't mean I'll just- ”

You interrupt him again,

“I can't heal it myself Damian, I spent all my energy just getting here so you could heal it. Letting a patient bleed out isn't a very good way to start your whole doctor thing.”

You hiss as you sit down on his too-big bed while Damian walks off to his bathroom, muttering curses in a language you understand better than he knows.

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The wound looks much worse in the harsh light of the desk lamp Damian’s forcing you to hold up. You lie at the foot of his bed, brown coat discarded, buttons of your dress shirt unbuttoned up your torso, just enough for him to do his work.

He kneels at the end of the bed, emergency med kit next to him. He's still grumbling as he preps the needle while you help sanitize the bloody area.

“So the doctor thing... it's true then? I thought you liked being Robin.”

Your voice is soft, almost unsure, neither of you acknowledge it. You shiver when he smears cold topical anesthetic around the wound.

“I need to know who I am when I'm not trying to be him…or trying to not be her.”

You both let that sit heavy in the air. Direct and blunt, as he always is.

He glares at your wound while piercing the needle in and out of numb flesh. You stare distractedly at the expensive looking ceiling.

“You could try it too... I know you feel the same way about him.”

His words startle you out of your trance. You look down at him with furrowed brows, his green eyes never stray from his work. You scoff,

“Oh yeah? And do what? Be a circus magician like Zatanna? Not all of us were getting medical degree knowledge by the age of 10, Wayne.”

Did you admire Zatanna’s talents? Of course, but you're no showman. You're a demonologist, an exorcist, an occult specialist. Someone who does the dirty work that no one else can. It's unforgiving and often feels futile, but someone has to do it…Right?

Damian gently tugs the thread coming out of your flesh before cutting it.

“Zatanna does plenty good, and we both know you could do any number of things with your life that isn't this."

He gestures to your freshly stitched waist.

"You don't have to do this just because it's what you've always done, or because it's expected. You can do anything you want.”

He doesn't say this in an encouraging way. He says it like it's obvious, like he's frustrated that you haven't figured this out yet or maybe that it took him so long to figure it out himself.

The air feels thick, Damian is used to the smell of blood, but the sight and feel of yours on his fingertips is not something he'd like to get used to.

“…You just wanna see me in fishnets.”

Damian's head shoots up from where he was applying the gauze over your stitches. He scoffs scornfully when he sees your satisfied grin and presses harder than necessary on the gauze which he immediately regrets when you groan a bit too loudly.

A single solitary moment later you hear three polite knocks on Damian's ridiculously big bedroom door.

“Master Damian, are you alright?”

Alfred. How did neither of you hear him walking up to the door? Both you and Damian stare at each other, completely lost for what to do. Though he's trained for countless situations, you doubt he's ever thought of what to do if he got caught with a girl in his room. On his bed, with her shirt halfway up her torso, no less.

“I'm fine, Alfred.”

You pause a little at him calling Alfred by his first name, but he just stares at the door like he can will Alfred away with his mind. You try to lift yourself up, so you can maybe hide in the closet or something but Damian pushes you down gently by your shoulders, giving you a stern look. Right, he's not about to let all his stitch work get undone.

“Lovely, and is Miss Constantine alright?”

You both freeze. Damian's hands still on your shoulders, you look at each other with shock, fear, embarrassment and a shared understanding that you didn't hear him walk up to the door because the old butler had been there the whole time.

The minute-long silence is broken when you burst out laughing, before clutching your wound and groaning. Damian watches you with a scowl on his face, which is tinted a more reddish colour, like he'd been trying to hold his breath too long.

“I'll be fine, Alfred. Thanks for asking.”

Damian clicks his tongue once more as he packs up his med kit.

“Oh good, I will set up another chair for you at breakfast, Miss Constantine. It's been awhile since you've visited the manor, much has changed since your last visit.”

You raise an eyebrow at Damian, grin apparent, to which he rolls his eyes.

“Sure has.”

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Alright alright…Damian Wayne secret GF/Family BUT WITH A TWIST. It’s an arranged marriage from his time in the leauge, and he just sort of. Never broke contact with her fully. It doesn’t bother her but with a father known as the world’s greatest detective?

Pleaaase and thank you if you do ❤️

The Birthday Blurbs Special

lets go with batman dami and old bruce <33

This would've never happened if Damian hadn't gone off planet for a mission. He had been diligent, he had been careful, and he always made sure to tie up loose ends.

However, being away longer than expected, the letters that were always timely answered by him specifically, were left unattended.

So, it was no surprise when he returned to the Manor, Bruce was standing in the Cave by the BoomTube, his arms folded.

"We need to talk-" Bruce said as soon as Damian exited the Tube.

"Can this wait, father?" He asked, walking past Bruce.

"No." The firm tone made Damian pause and turn.

"Did something happen-" He started but his voice fizzled out when Bruce held up multiple letters.

The stamp on the corner was so painfully you that he knew immediately. Though his heart had dropped to his stomach, he didn't show it outwardly.

"So, you know." He spoke with a controlled tone.

"Know? I think having a daughter-in-law is something I should have been aware of!" Bruce glared. However, he was Damian's father and he knew that he wouldn't get anywhere with him like this. He exhaled deeply. "How long?"

"Seven years." He stated as if it were a simple fact.

"And you never thought to mention-" Bruce stared daggers at his son.

"You never asked." Damian rolled his eyes, taking off his gear meticulously.

"I wasn't aware I needed to interrogate my own son for spouses." Bruce stayed put, leaning on his cane, watching him move around and removing the heavy armoured suit.

After a beat, Bruce spoke again. "You should go rest." He sounded calm. Too calm. Which made Damian raise a brow.

"Just like that?" He asked cautiously.

Bruce smiled ever so lightly, and Damian knew he was in danger.

"Of course." Bruce said softly. "You'll need to be well-rested and ready to receive her tomorrow."

"WHAT?!" The air was knocked out of him.

"I invited her to stay with us. Considering she is family." Bruce's voice was mockingly sweet.

The days following were agony for Damian. He tried his best to contact you to not come but he couldn't reach you. And finally, the day arrived when you were to be expected.

Damian stood in the foyer, tugging at his cuffs again to fix them even though they were perfectly fine. Bruce stood as straight as he could, given his age. He watched his son from the corner of his eye and how he fidgeted nervously.

"You had no right." Damian hissed.

"You got married in the mountains-" Bruce shot back. "And didn't even-"

"It was necessary." He stated, his eyes glued to the door.

"Well, I believe it's necessary to meet someone who could tolerate you for more than five minutes." Bruce matched his tone.

Eventually, the doors opened and there you were.

Bruce noticed how Damian's shoulders relaxed ever so lightly with your sight. He watched you walk into the Manor as if you belonged there. Not with arrogance, but with a simple grace that hadn't been seen in these walls for years.

"Beloved. I apologise for the inconvenience. I was off planet and-" Damian reached for your hands, "My father is...my father." He sighed softly.

He kissed your cheek with all the gentleness of a dancer. Bruce saw how you leaned into his touch. As if he weren't a master assassin but simply a man.

You turned to Bruce with a smile. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I wish I could say the same," Bruce smirked a little, earning a glare from Damian. "But now that you're here, I'm sure I'll get to know you well enough. Afterall, you did manage the impossible."

"You don't have to accept-" Damian started but at a gentle squeeze of his hand, he quieted immediately. Again, another sight that didn't go unnoticed by Bruce.

"Come. Alfred made Lamb." Bruce turned, walking towards the dining hall. "We have much to talk about."

Damian looked at you again, his eyes pleading with apologies still, but you simply patted his cheek with love.

"We'll survive." You whispered to him and followed your father-in-law.

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in another universe i wonder if i’m happy, not just the fleeting happiness found in small joys but truly and profoundly happy? i wonder what her life would look like

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you ever just feel so fucking defeated?

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K-POP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)

"our fears and faults must never be seen"

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Blossoms in Winter: Eight

Jason let himself into your apartment through the window and ignored the prickle of magic that he felt. He had the charm to get past your wards- it wouldn't kill him. It was basically like going through a scanner you explained to him.

So if he ever needed to go there while you were gone, he could.

Two weeks. You'd been gone two weeks doing Justice League things and he missed being able to talk to you. Metropolis- of course Clark had no idea what he was doing when it came to magic. He avoided it like the plague.

Hopefully somebody went with you.

But you probably didn't think to ask anyone. You were used to handling shit on your own. John had been sending you solo for a while. That thought made his frown deepen. It was dangerous walking into everything alone.

He knew that first hand.

But. There was no changing some things. You were your father's daughter in some ways... Fucking stubborn.

He shook his head and wandered over to your desk. Taking a seat on the stool and idly dragging his finger through the dust. Drawing dicks and writing his name. Why? Because. By the time you came home your house spirit would probably tidy it up in irritation but- it was still funny.

And he looked through your notes. Detail after detail about victims. Young women, mostly. All with latent powers... What did that mean? And how did someone take them? Why would they take them? What did Blackthorn do?

Bodies in out of the way places. Symbols he didn't know the meaning of- but he knew you did. And that's why you didn't have it written down.

"Damn it," he muttered.

You had so much information all laid out. But you'd been waiting for SOMETHING. Someone to make a move. Make a mistake. He knew enough to know that but... he didn't know enough to know what to look for. Everything you'd ever told him had been about him. HIS new powers. How to manage having a foot in both worlds.

He'd never thought to ask... Never realized how much he didn't know. He scrubbed his than over his face and looked around, eyes locking on your bookshelf. He didn't know when you'd be back but- maybe he'd be able to learn SOMETHING. You had to have... what had you called them once? Baby books?

If he started there maybe he could make sense of something. At least it was something to do. And it gave him some time away from his goon squad. There were way too many Shades following them around.

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Ok back to regularly scheduled antagonism

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Blossoms in Winter: Five

Ghosts were once alive. Demons had never lived.

Jason could see ghosts but not demons- not unless they let him see them. And they were all annoying.

In his apartment there were 4. Ghosts; not demons. And none of them knew the others existed. They would drift in and out of each other. Going about their tasks.

A factory girl rushing out the door and crying over a letter. Her long skirt getting caught on a bent nail that's long been pulled of the door frame. And old man shuffling around making coffee. Tripping on a rug and hitting his head on the corner of a table that sits in the middle of where his table is now. An old woman in the hall- coughing. He can't SEE her but he can hear her. The racking cough makes his own chest ache if he listens too long.

And a little boy. He's fine. Except for the fact that he shoots marbles at 4am and doesn't know he's dead. Jeremy likes to chat. Until he gets confused and disappears. Running out of energy for a while. Until he can come back to talk about Jason- asking him why he's dressed like that. And if he knows if the Kaiser is still fighting... Jeremy thinks it's 1917.

Everywhere has ghosts if it's been around long enough.

He'd never thought of that before the pit. But now he can't stop thinking about it. He sees them everywhere. And it's... wild. He saw a vengeful caveman stalking a taxi one day. Lines of Redcoats falling in battle in the middle of an empty field.

But- what he hates is the victims.

The people stuck reliving a painful, horrible death over and over. Even after a crime has been solved. Because what good does earthly justice do for the dead? He can't not see it. It's around every corner in this god forsaken city across time. It didn't matter.

It was enough to make his eyes burn. And he reached for his phone. "Hey," he grunted without preamble, "talk to me?'

"Got called to the watch tower today," you tell him, twirling a stick of incense between your fingers, pondering getting out your stash.

"Ugh, why?"

"Same old. John off the grid, magical threat. Superman acted like he was gonna piss his pants when I walked in... I got something though."

"Oh?"

"The old man was staring at me like he was looking through me- he might know something's up."

Jason snorted, "Doubt it. I haven't even got started yet."

"Still. Keep your head down," you tell him. "Don't get busted before you work your daddy issues out."

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You can believe in magic, but watch out.

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I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN

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Completing the meat section of my cursed popsicles with the Chickentastic Ice Lolly from Neopets.

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Lava lamp bulbasaur?