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Damian stopped being a character who was losing his color to become a character who is losing his color, appearance and PERSONALITY. LET'S GO tim drake 2.0 (let's see how far you'll go, you'll probably never get out of 19).

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Gotham high class||Bruce Wayne × Batmom Fem!Reader

Summary: At a gala party, you meet up again with your old friend and ex-boyfriend Luis, making Bruce jealous.

Warning: Jealousy on Bruce's part, insecurity, mention of alcohol, angst (on Bruce's part), comfort, maternal relationship with batboys.

(Dc masterlist)

It was another of the usual gala parties, Bruce walking around the large, spacious hall while chatting and greeting important people from Gotham City, all of the highest class and status. Rehearsed smile sequences while chatting with associates, you did the same on the other side of the party. Almost in sync with Bruce, you let out a delighted laugh at a joke that wasn't funny.

Your dress was stunning, you looked magnificent throughout, almost gliding through the party, greeting people that the media would say were family friends, but were just business, like everything else at this party. As you were talking to one of these people, you were interrupted by a gentle touch on your shoulder, and you turned, but not before apologizing to the person in front of you, who smiled and slowly walked away. Then you come across an unexpected but familiar face, your eyes widen and your smile grows, becoming one of the few real ones of the evening.

"I can hardly believe my eyes" Your voice showed the most genuine joy, your hands were quick to grasp his shoulders, Luis smiled sweetly at your action. "It's a pleasure to see you again, I hope your surprise is one of pure happiness," the black-haired brunette said, his tone leaving no doubt that he had noticed her amusement at seeing him. "Don't be silly, Luis. Have I ever not been happy to see you?" You pull him into a hug, and the man in front of you is quick to reciprocate.

Bruce looked around the room over the shoulder of the person he was talking to, his eyes searching for his children and his wife, even though the party was quiet and it was a safe environment, he still acted protectively, always trying to keep them in his sight. His children were fine, as far as that was possible. Jason was bored enough to accept any proposal that would get him out of here, but that was fine, and the others? Well, Damian was sitting in the corner, Tim was tasting appetizers next to Jason and Dick was chatting happily with a colleague who was a little distant from all his brothers.

What really caught Bruce's attention was you, or rather you and the strange man you were talking to. He seemed like a stranger only to Bruce, since you seemed to know him very well or else you shared a great first impression by which you seemed "intimate". Bruce didn't know how to describe the interaction.

He apologizes to the man in front of him, interrupting him in his business proposal, and turns away before the man even has a reaction. He walked quickly over to you, he was worried, he told himself, but you didn't seem to be in any danger, as you sat at the bar drinking a few glasses of wine with the stranger.

You feel a hand on your waist, the familiar touch, you turn around happily, not giving Bruce time to say anything, you pull him by the hand. "Darling, you must meet him. This is Luis, from my college." Now you have Bruce by your side and again, without giving him time to respond, you introduce them "Luis, this is Bruce Wayne, my husband." Luis looks at Bruce and smiles.

Now with the name and his features so close Bruce knew who that was, Luis, his ex-boyfriend. Wasn't he from another city? Bruce thought so, as he greeted Luis with a nod. "He's here for an exhibition of his paintings at the gallery in Gotham," you replied without him having said a word.

"Damian, I'd love to see your exhibition, I'm sure you'd have lots of things to talk about," you said to the man in front of you. Bruce wondered why you seemed so excited, seeing Luis again? But he didn't let his excitement show, still attentive to the conversation.

"Take him, it would be a pleasure to see you again and meet one of your sons" Luis made it sound like it was going to be a threesome, which began with a proposal for Damian to get to know some of his art, but you didn't seem to disagree with the idea, unlike Bruce who seemed to be the only one who understood the invitation differently, squinting his eyes in the direction of your ex-boyfriend, that had been his first visible reaction to the whole conversation.

You were about to answer Luis when you were interrupted by one of your children "Mom, can we leave? I feel that Dick is too drunk to continue at this party." Jason didn't give a damn, in fact he was lying. Dick was really out of his depth with drink, but he was highly tolerant of alcohol, Jason just wanted to go home and well, Bruce seemed to want the same standing next to him, so he took the opportunity.

You looked around, looking for Dick "Maybe you're right, just gather everyone in the car, I'll say goodbye to a friend quickly" Jason got your attention, something Bruce hasn't even come close to since he was in the conversation. Bruce wanted to stay there, but he was tired of being invisible in whatever conversation you were having with each other, so he decided to help Jason get everyone together.

When they were both away from your conversation with Luis, Jason smiled at Bruce's less than happy expression next to him "Who's that to you?" Bruce decided not to answer his son's question, he would just have more fun with his current predicament.

"As you can see, I have to go, but it was great to see you again," you said as you got up from the bar, ready to hug the brunette in front of you, before he said, "I think I should go too, it's getting very late, would you walk me to the door?" Luis asked the question as if it were an act of chivalry and you couldn't help but laugh, letting him lead you out.

You and Luís continued the conversation on the way, when you reached your car your family was still not there, nothing surprising, it was always difficult to get everyone to the car and the conversation continued even when you saw your family approaching.

"So, are we really going to keep in touch?" Luis asked, despite your earlier proposal you still hadn't provided him with a means of contact. "Do you still use your college email?" You asked when you understood his intentions, at which point you had your family surrounding the conversation, which didn't slow it down. He confirmed with a laugh.

"So, I'll find you easily," you shrugged slightly, your tone slightly mocking. "Wow, does that have something to do with your husband being a detective?" The man said amusedly, "No, I say that because I know how to turn on a computer." You joked that Luís was terrible at everything involving technology, but that didn't intimidate the man, who just laughed along with you. "I have to go now, Luís, but depending on the day of your exhibition, I'll be there," you said as you pulled him into a quick hug, Luís reciprocated and then said goodbye.

You're sitting in the car with Bruce on one side and Damian on the other, you remove some of your jewelry, you were bitterly tired, as you're about to move to remove your necklace Bruce takes over the mission and you whisper a low thank you to your husband "Will the patrol be quick?" You ask as you realize that Damian is about to fall asleep next to you while you stroke his hair. "Well, low crime reports on the radio, so probably," Dick replies, and you sigh as a sign that you've heard him. "You don't have to wait for us in the cave today, darling," Bruce says after noticing your tiredness, you would normally deny it, but today you just kissed his cheek as an act of thanks and leaned against him, holding your youngest son more tightly.

When you arrived home, Bruce dismissed everyone else to the cave, while he took you to your shared room. He helps you take off your loafers. "Couldn't you stay?" You always ask this question once a year in the days when tranquillity settles over Gotham, and you always get the same answer: "I'm sorry, dear, it won't be possible." And even after you've taken off your loafers, he's still standing there looking at you.

You sigh and throw yourself back on the bed, "I'm so tired" you mutter, he laughs and gets up "It must be the amount of wine you drank" He says referring to your not so controlled consumption next to Luis tonight, you look at him and then sneer "You in on this too?" Remembering the comment Jason had made in the car.

You hold out your hand to Bruce, who helps you out of bed and then heads for the bathroom, taking off your fancy dress before closing the door and saying "I love you, please be careful". Bruce then whispers a brief "I love you", before leaving.

When he comes back, you're already asleep and he thanks you internally for that. Today's patrol hadn't left much behind, just some light purple marks that, when mixed with those from the other night, would no longer be visible. He lay down next to you, failing to be silent after letting out a sigh of relief; some of the tension had left his body after lying there, but not all of it. You quickly reached for Bruce's body, leaning on him. For a brief moment, the man wondered if you had woken up, but relaxed when he realized that you had only acted instinctively.

The room was dimly lit, but not enough so that Bruce couldn't see your face, and then the memories of a little earlier that night slipped into his mind, Luis. The emotional part of Bruce wanted to dissect the whole affair. You would normally have waited up, but not today, you remained motionless, the logical part of his brain said that you were just sleeping more deeply, induced by alcohol, the emotional part said that it had something to do with the reunion with your ex-boyfriend, that the only reason for the break-up was the lack of communication, and an even more logical part of his brain convinced him that he should go to sleep quickly, but he didn't, unable to push away his own thoughts.

As he looked at your face, Bruce tried to read something there, but there was nothing in your sleeping features to prove it. "Your thoughts won't let me sleep" you say with a slight humor and a turbulent drowsiness, you hide your eyes in Bruce's neck, probably trying to ward off a headache "Sorry about that" He holds the thigh you're holding over him. "Tell me what's tormenting you" Bruce was about to deny it, but it's as if your sighs into his neck are forcing him to be honest.

"Luis" He keeps his gaze on your leg and keeps massaging it. You don't say anything, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't. "There's no reason for that, Bruce," you say before planting a kiss on his neck and pulling away so that he can look at your face, and he does, a firm look like someone who didn't want to be part of that conversation.

And for a brief moment he thought you were going to give up "I don't have to go to your exhibition if you don't want me to" Your voice is no longer as low as it was at the beginning of the conversation, Bruce knew that his sleep wouldn't resume until you were in agreement.

"You don't have to do this for me" Bruce didn't believe he had the right to dictate this "But I would" You quickly replied. You were never willing to play with Bruce's limits and insecurities, not the insecurity of there being someone else, which Bruce didn't have, but the insecurity of losing you, either to one of those violent crimes that plagued the city or to an old relationship.

You moved closer to Bruce, wrapping your arms around him as if you hoped that in the end your bodies would merge. You longed for Bruce to hear more than what was said, for him to hear your thoughts. Words were never the best way to talk to him.

For some time the two of you lay there, both aware that the other wasn't asleep. Bruce analyzed your words and you waited for his conclusion. And little by little, very slowly, you felt the remaining tension dispersing from Bruce's body. He concentrated on your breathing, the sincerity that resided in the moment. And soon you and Bruce were losing the battle against sleep, the one action that gave you both the certainty that the matter was over. You were in consensus, in sync, you then allowed yourself to be lost in the darkness, accepting the end (or cessation) of Bruce's insecurities.

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Trash lll| Bruce Wayne × Child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter l, Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc comics)

There were murmurs all around you, but you didn't make a point of paying attention to them. You stared at the car window as if there was something interesting there, but you didn't really pay attention, lost in your thoughts.

The streets weren't exactly the place you'd like to call home, but now in the direction of Wayne Manor, they were exactly the place you'd like to be, you didn't know the person sitting next to you and you didn't want to be with them, you'd learned not to trust and now you had your whole life in someone else's hands, it frustrated you.

A slight discomfort in the area around your stomach snapped you out of your thoughts. You put your hand on it, feeling the relief of the bandages even on top of the winter sweater you were wearing. That wound was a daily reminder of why you should stay with Bruce Wayne, even if you didn't like it.

"Can you hear me?" Bruce's voice stopped being a whisper and became clear to you, who just nodded in confirmation, which he didn't seem to believe. "We're almost there. I have to remind you that you're not completely healed, but you'll be fine soon." He had probably noticed the way your hand was on the exact spot of the wound.

"I'm not worried about that," you replied, your voice low and hoarse, since waking up in hospital you had made little point of using your voice, not very interested in talking to Jason (the man who was there with you almost every day), Bruce, the doctors or the wards, your main interaction was with Jason who, while you were awake, made a habit of watching television with you.

"Are you in pain?" Bruce asked calmly, not even looking at you, which for no apparent reason brought you a kind of comfort. You didn't answer the question, you felt some pain, but you couldn't identify what it was. Bruce looked away from you for a brief second, but didn't insist on talking, contenting himself with listening to the car radio.

There was an old man driving the car, and you watched him from a corner, trying not to show too much interest. You also noticed how Bruce looked at his watch every few minutes, as if he was waiting for something. You weren't curious enough to ask him about it, but you had another question that you thought he could answer.

"Do you know who shot me?" Bruce's eyes shifted from the clock to you, something told you that the man driving the car was also paying attention to the conversation. "We don't know yet, we-” "Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.

You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them-, I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?

"Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.

You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them- this. I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?

"We'll talk about it later, but we can do things your way." He made it clear that the matter wasn't over, but the statement was enough to bring you some relief. You didn't trust Bruce to actually tell you anything. You knew he was aware of your criminal record (something he made a point of getting rid of), but he certainly didn't know everything.

The moment you arrived at the mansion, Bruce apologized to you, saying that he couldn't stay, but that Alfred (the one who was driving the car, now finally introduced) would take care of you. Right after that, the butler took you to the kitchen and offered you a lot of food. While you were in hospital, you discovered that your recovery was so difficult because of the state of your body, you were malnourished, which explained Alfred's insistence that you always try a little more food.

Alfred wasn't very talkative; while you were in his company, he only adjusted a few items in the kitchen while he waited for you to finish your meal (which got longer and longer after he offered you a new option). When you were finally satisfied, you were guided to a room that he said would be yours from now on. He said he'd be back soon to change your bandages, but that for now you had some time to settle into the room.

In the Batcave, Batman was updating some criminal files. The conversation between you kept going through his mind, he opened the file that belonged to you, all your information and crimes there. He was looking for something that had escaped his sight before, something that justified his fear that they would investigate who shot you.

He could hear footsteps approaching, Red Robin stopped beside him, also looking at your file. "He's got quite a file, why are you looking at it again?" Right after the question, the boy left a cup for Bruce on the computer desk. Bruce took the cup and thanked him with a slight nod. "I think I missed something," he replied before taking a sip from his cup of tea. "Well, he's upstairs, ask him those questions," Tim replied simply.

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Trash ll|| Bruce Wayne× Child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), anguish, guilt, conflicts.

(Chapter l, Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

You were dizzy enough not to care how you got here, you couldn't feel your whole body and your mind seemed to be covered in a fog. You were looking around with no real competence when someone opened the door to your room, then a man who had been sitting next to you got up and they started a conversation. Despite your best efforts to listen to them, a loud buzzing sound settled in your brain and soon you gave up, agreeing to just observe the interaction between the two men in front of you.

One of them, the one who had been with you since you woke up, had a white lock in his hair, he seemed a little off when he spoke, he certainly wasn't happy, while the other man, a little taller and older, had a firm face, he wasn't happy either, but he seemed calmer, he had a familiar face, but not familiar enough for you to remember who it was.

For a second the buzzing in your head stopped and you could hear a single word "Jason", this was before a tingling sensation consumed your entire body, as if all your senses came back at once, this made you let out a low squeak, loud enough for the two men's attention to turn to you.

Their conversation was once again out of your reach and a nurse entered the room. An icy sensation consumed your body and mind and, in the next instant, darkness consumed your thoughts.

"He'll be fine, the anesthesia will wear off soon." The nurse's confirmation helped calm Bruce's noticeable apprehension, but had no effect on Jason's obvious tension. "I think you'd better talk outside." Jason didn't take a second to turn his back and head for the hospital corridor, soon to be followed by Bruce.

All the time he was avoiding looking directly into the face of the man next to him, he was sure that Bruce was condemning him for what he had done. How could Jason let that happen? He had almost taken your life.

"The child, he is a henchman, he has no definite boss, he is 11 years old, his mother is deceased and he has no record of his father" Jason listened attentively to Bruce's little report about you, he had already assumed that you were an orphan thanks to the situation in which he had met you.

"How long has he been at it?" The information wasn't really relevant to Jason, but he didn't know what to ask either, he had shot an 11-year-old. "Operating in the criminal world for 1 and 5 months, working as a henchman for 4 months" Bruce was really surprised at how long you'd managed to do this without getting into trouble.

Jason's mind was consumed by all the questions that followed. You were an orphan child entirely involved in the criminal world, he couldn't leave you on welfare and he couldn't let you back on the streets. Jason knew how bad both circumstances were.

"Jason" Bruce's voice pulled him back to the present moment "I know you're blaming yourself for what's happened, but he'll be fine, his current situation is already stable and we'll soon be seeing a home for him" Jason wished Bruce's current words were enough to comfort his soul, but they weren't. Knowing that Bruce had noticed how guilty he looked only affirmed his guilt.

At that moment Jason felt like confessing his sins to Bruce, assuming out loud that the scene of a child's pale face collapsed in his arms with bloodstained clothes was the only thing he'd had on his mind all the days he'd been sitting in that hospital room waiting for you to get better, but he didn't, he was afraid of his father's reaction, he was afraid that for even a single second he would see a look of disappointment on his face.

"Are you honestly thinking of adopting him?" Jason asked, returning to the subject of the conversation before you woke up with the intention of changing the conversation. Jason didn't want to let you go on welfare, but he wasn't in favor of adopting Bruce either. Bruce preferred to leave this conversation for another time, he was more focused on calming his son down from his growing guilt, but Jason clearly didn't want to talk about it now.

"I think it would be a good option to offer him a temporary home, at least until everything settles down" Bruce was skirting around his real intention, he really wanted to adopt him, but he felt it wasn't necessary for Jason to know that. "He'd have a safe place and rehabilitation" The term "rehabilitation" caught Jason's attention, who now had a confused expression. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"He, the child, has a string of violent crimes, has been involved in the planning of many crimes and a suspected murderer, he needs the proper treatment for that" The revelation didn't exactly shock Jason, but it did intrigue him. He knew you couldn't be left with just anyone, your old habits would be a problem, you had to stay with someone who could deal with all the violence you had inside you, someone who could understand your past.

"I know you're against adoption, Jason, but it's the best thing for him and this way you could continue to follow his improvement, I know how much you care about that" Bruce tried to convince Jason that it was the right decision, but Jason knew that regardless of his approval, Bruce would put you in his care "I agree that he needs rehabilitation, but I don't know if you're the right person for that, Bruce".

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Unfortunately I've specified the gender of the reader in this chapter, but if you want, I can change that.

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Gossip|| Batboys × batsis!reader

Summary:How every batboy gossips.

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas.

(Dc masterlist)

Damian Wayne

Actually, I think Damian is a gossip and one of the worst. I think batsis would sit next to him in the living room and say something like "so... did you see when Jason arrived?" And the boy would start a seminar on all of Todd's latest actions, he doesn't see it as gossip, just as badmouthing and he loves doing it.

Tim Drake

Ah, well, that's the boy with the spy streak, isn't it? But I don't think he's much for talking about other people's lives, so let's say Batsis wants to know some private information about her brothers. She arrives in Tim's room and I start to assume things. "Hey, Tim, I think Dick's gone out with the koriand'r again, what do you think?" He knows your game and deflects the subject, but if you persist long enough to the point where he can't stand your voice any longer, he'll give you the answer "Yes, he is and he's also seeing Barbara, please get out of my room".

Dick Grayson

Is he a gossip? Yes, I think so, but imagine a guy who's never known anything for a long time, that's him. "Hey, did you hear that Tim is dating?" He comes up to you whispering "Sure, everyone knows that, the guy's already been here, did you know he found out Tim's secret identity a month into dating?" You say casually "What? What the fuck!" He was always the last to know.

Jason Todd

Here's a man who doesn't know gossip and doesn't care about it. He was walking towards the door of the mansion when you stopped beside him. "Hey, Jason, how are you? You said amiably, "Fine, how are you? Still having a hard time dealing with the old man?" He asked as you entered the house, "Jason," you said with a confused expression, "I haven't lived here for months."

Duke Thomas

He needs gossip, he's kind of lost in every family discussion because this boy doesn't know anything. Everyone is having coffee in the kitchen before a patrol and Dick and Jason are having a barbed conversation, Dick says something like "Yeah, I know what your type is", suddenly everyone is paying close attention to the discussion, then Duke looks around lost and looks at Batsis and she whispers "Jason dated Koriand'r, Dick's ex-girlfriend" and then the boy is wide-eyed, watching the discussion as intently as everyone else.

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Trash|| Bruce Wayne × child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

Prologue

The problem with Gotham was that those who said crime didn't pay would soon start to think it did and those who said it did would find the end too quickly for it to be true. Your problem was that you didn't have time to decide whose side you were on. When the city became a field of war, it was better to have a side, whether it was the side of the innocent or not.

Although you were young, you had seen the city destroy itself and start over many times. At some point, you realized that it wasn't starting over, it was just continuing. Fear gas exploded in the city, chaos spread, a villain was arrested, next month another villain had his own idea for an attack and the city didn't even have a chance to repair the damage from the last attack. It was in one of these circumstances that you lost your family. What did you do without your mother in a city where fear was a constant feeling? Survive and you would follow the law of the weakest.

Petty theft, that's how it always starts, take what you want and run. You weren't the most skilled, but circumstances make the thief and it's not as if you didn't have examples to follow. You lived on the worst side of town, used to seeing robberies almost daily, it was easy, just see where they went wrong and do better. You noticed that most of the thugs who committed robberies in Crime Alley were caught, ironic isn't it? You had also calculated a gap in time when there was no vigilante on duty, it was a few minutes before they spread across the city, the police patrols in Gotham were constant, but they weren't looking for you if you committed petty crimes, there were bigger problems for the city.

In a few months, you had your own map of Gotham, with the information that really mattered: areas prone to robbery, areas that should be avoided, small crooks, big crooks, who ran what, what crime could be committed in each area, which crime was worth the most. If circumstances made the thief, you were in the circumstance most likely to make him successful. And if it had all started with petty theft, soon your preparation would prove that you were capable of more, and it didn't take long for the bandits in the area to notice your potential, now you work as a bandit's henchman, it's not as if you were a big deal, they just considered you skillful enough. You could be useful to them, but if you died in a few weeks' time there would be another one like you, this town was shit.

And if with small robberies, you were out of focus, when a major city bank is robbed with all the vigilantes busy trying to stop it, now everyone knew there was something fishy and you knew it wouldn't be long before the vigilantes were on your tail. You could escape the Gotham police, but Batman? It wasn't about being found, it was about when you would be found. Your first thought was to run away, but did anyone care if you got killed for going against the law? They were clear, you stayed until the end, it was kill or be killed.

Bruce followed your every move, if your plan consisted of staying off the vigilantes' radar, once they saw you, it wasn't hard to find the rest, every crime was in evidence. At first, he thought you were like young Jason, a kid from Gotham who was doing everything he could to survive, but without hurting anyone, and well, you were trying to survive, but if someone had to die in the process, it wouldn't be you.

He thought about approaching you at first, but you didn't look like you were going to give in, you were one of those who were always ready to attack, too scared to look into the dark before firing. If he wanted to approach you, it would have to be slowly, he didn't want you to run away or react. You might have been the one holding a gun, but you were also a child who shuddered at the sound of his shot.

But Batman's plans for you would have to hurry up. In one of the robberies you had planned and were on the front line for, you had been shot in the stomach, and it was now that you would discover that crime doesn't pay. Something peculiar about this situation was that there were no police, it was a vigilante's bullet that had pierced you. Now the Red Hood was carrying your weak body to a Gotham emergency ward, how could he have guessed that the person who shot him was just a child? The second he heard a child scream in reaction to the bullet, he ran for your life.

You looked exactly like a street kid, did you have parents? He didn't have time to find out, he wasn't sure if someone would come and stay with you in hospital, so he did. For the next few hours guilt consumed Jason, how could he shoot a child? He was in the waiting room, now in civilian clothes, waiting to hear from you. He hadn't called anyone, but after signs of a disastrous mission in a Gotham warehouse, Jason had a target on his back, so Bruce obviously wanted to know where he was.

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This is the prologue to a story that will soon be released. I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned to my profile. Every new episode released will be linked in this post, comment if you want to be tagged.

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Hurricane|| Tim drake × fem reader

Summary: Tim on the end of a troubled relationship.

Warnings:Anguish, troubled relationship, mention of the word fuck.

(Dc masterlist)

Maybe there was a reason you came into Timothy Drake's life, and indeed there was, you had to teach the boy why hurricanes have people's names. You messed up every bit of Timothy's life, to the point where he couldn't remember what his life was like before you came into it.

The boy would never forget when he saw you for the first time, the innocent, friendly look you gave him, the immediate feeling of security you gave him, how he could give himself up so easily?

Tim had a thousand (if not thousands) of questions, and none that either of you really knew the answer to, and maybe, just maybe, that's why the boy gave in so quickly. You were such a deep and mysterious well that Tim always needed to dig deeper. Until curiosity turned to love, and even though he was so deep that he couldn't see his way out, Tim was far from knowing the half of it about the girl who had stolen every piece of his soul. 

Everything Tim experienced with you was intense - every kiss, every fight, every fuck and every goodbye that was nothing more than a false threat. 

Deep down Tim knew that you were fate's problem and he also knew that no matter what he did, you would leave anyway, because that's what you did, he was just waiting for the moment, and of course that moment had come. 

Tim was now sitting on the bed you used to share staring at the wall in front of him, even though the tears covering his eyes didn't allow him to see anything very clearly. "Why are you doing this?" said Timothy without even looking at you.

"What exactly are you referring to, Drake?" You said as you stopped adding to your clothes in the suitcase, which was lying in front of your feet. The boy didn't answer, did you know the answer why he kept asking? 

You took a deep breath and approached Tim, sitting down next to him and staring at him, and for the first time all day the boy looked into your eyes, which were now also covered in tears. Tim realized that your gaze was searching his mouth and eyes, but he couldn't blame you. He was doing the same thing to you.

You moved both your hands towards Tim's face and wiped away the tears that insisted on falling, and the boy soon warmed to your touch. Then you got dangerously close to Tim, to the point where there was no longer any distance between your lips. 

And when your lips parted, that would be the time the boy would beg you to stay and you would choose to stay, just as you had the last few times you were in this situation, but not today, today would be the day the boy would finally let you go, even if it destroyed him in every way imaginable.

Tim remembers your promise. You promised to teach him what love was, and you did, you taught him every part of it, and today would be the final part. In which you taught him how much love hurt with just one "goodbye", even if it hurt you too. You were playing your part, teaching Tim why hurricanes were named after people, because only people could do such damage.

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Casual|| Jason Todd × Male reader

Summary: Jason doesn't know if you were dating, but if you were, you weren't being loyal Warning: Sexual implications, fighting, bad language, Story inspired by Casual- Doja Cat

(Dc masterlist)

Jason and you were fucking, he knew that, but dating? He wasn't entirely sure. You treated each other like a boyfriend whenever you were together, but then you'd disappear from each other's lives for weeks at a time, without much explanation, and Jason couldn't tell if you'd been with other people in the meantime.

"Hey, what's up, huh?" Your voice brought Jason back to the moment, you were standing up, putting on your shirt to leave right after one of your many fucks. "Jay, I'm talking to you" He had probably taken too long to answer, since you were looking at him strangely and worriedly.

"Nothing" a quick reply as he looked away "Don't lie, I got it-" your speech was interrupted by the sound of a message, you quickly groped for your cell phone, the man lying on the bed looked at you again after a few minutes of silence, he watched you smile at the messages the same smile you gave him, shit, you were talking to someone else in front of him?

Things made more sense now, you wanted to leave because you were already preparing for the next fuck with another guy "Stupid" was all Jason said, making you look at him without understanding, you didn't have to say anything for Jason to understand that you wanted explanations

"If you want to lie with him, why don't you just stay with him?" Anger overflowed his speech, shit, this conversation became very humiliating while he was being covered by just a sheet in his bed right after you had sex "I'm sorry, what?" Jason let out a frustrated grunt at your confusion.

"Why are you talking to someone else in front of me?" His voice didn't sound angry, but confused and a little frustrated. "Sorry Jay, you forgot to tell me we're dating" You sounded a bit sarcastic, but you also gestured with your hands, something you only did when you were nervous.

"I didn't say that, I just want to know if this is casual or are you with me?" You looked at Jason in disbelief. "Does it matter?" He couldn't believe you, he got out of bed looking for his clothes, he couldn't be here for another second.

Your gaze followed Jason as he put on his clothes past you "Jason, I just want to understand why this has become relevant now" He didn't look back at you as he continued to button his pants "Forget it" He was about to put on his blouse when your hands stopped him.

"Listen to me, okay? I just didn't know you wanted a serious relationship Jay, I've seen you kick every person who tried to have a relationship with you, I'm surprised you want me, that's all" You looked calm and had that smile that Jason liked to believe was for him.

"You don't have to do this just for-" You silenced him with a kiss, a quiet kiss, one he wasn't used to from you, you pulled apart out of breath "You can't fuck anyone else" He said really seriously, as if it were a warning. "You're right, then I guess I'd better fuck my boyfriend, huh?" You said, pulling Jason's waist close, God, that man loved you.

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This is a bit of an old story so the writing is a bit different.

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Secrets in the family|| Bruce Wayne × Batmom reader × Batboys

Summary:Your children start an interrogation after noticing that you were hiding papers from them.

Warning: Comfort, silly story, Platonic relationship with the batboys.

(Dc masterlist)

"Aren't you old enough to leave home? What are you still doing here?" The shout from your youngest son caused your attention to wander for a moment from the papers in front of you, but not enough to stop you writing frantically.

"I lived here long before they knew you existed" Tim's reply was heard from an even closer distance, a sign that you would soon see them entering the kitchen, you began to collect the papers hoping that the heated discussion would be enough for them not to notice you.

"Yeah, you lived in my house as a favor, tell me something I don't know" Damian walked in front of Tim, being the first to enter the room. You tried to move slowly in retreat, deciding to head for the dining room, where you'd have a bit of silence.

"I didn't live on favor, I was adopted, they wanted me, you know what I mean?" Tim's cheeky reply came out quickly, taking Damian by surprise.

"Mom, did you hear that?" They both turned their heads in your direction, hindering your escape plan. Damian looked at you anxiously, waiting for you to scold his brother and Tim looked at you scared, like he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Timothy, that's not something you say to your brother, say you're sorry" You said the sentence so quickly that it didn't even sound like a complaint, walking out of the room.

You heard a cynical laugh from Tim behind you followed by a "She doesn't care", drawing a tired sigh from you. "It's not that, I just don't have time for you acting like five-year-olds. Damian, my son, Tim doesn't live here as a favor, he's as much my son as you and Tim, darling, don't say those things to your brother, Damian was as wanted by me as you or any of your brothers. Boys, I'm busy" You made the whole speech without slowing down, heading towards the dining room. The sound of footsteps behind you made it certain that the boys were following you. You let out a tense sigh, anticipating the questioning session.

"What are you doing that's more important than us?" Damian asked in an authoritative tone unaccustomed to you involving yourself so little in their quarrel.

"What are those papers?" Tim asked from beside her, much quicker to catch up than Damian and his short frame. "Nothing important." "If it's nothing important, why did you say you were busy?" Timothy retorted quickly.

"Okay, go back to discussing it in another room and enough of this interrogation," you said at the end of your walk, ready to return to your previous activity, dropping the papers on the table. "Tell us what these papers are," Damian said, standing next to Tim in front of you.

"Are those the divorce papers?" Dick said with a humorous tone of voice, as he joined you in the room, leaving everyone confused by his sudden appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Damian was quick to ask. With all eyes glued to your eldest son, you saw the perfect opportunity to slip discreetly out of the dining room.

"I'm here to finalize some reports with - where are you going?" Dick said, drawing all attention back to you, a grunt of frustration escaping your lips, but you were determined to finish your notes, turning your back on your children, determined to find somewhere minimally quiet in the house.

"Are those Drake's and Todd's adoption papers? Are you going to burn them?" Damian asked, receiving a shove from Tim and a low laugh from Dick in response. The boys' pursuit hadn't stopped, only gained more momentum now that their eldest son was also part of it.

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked, she was heading in the opposite direction to you, possibly to the training room, based on her clothes.

"We're chasing Mom to find out what she's hiding" replied Damian "Cool" said Cassandra, joining the group. "Mom?" "Yes, dear" Now you were climbing the stairs, heading towards the second floor of the house, you already knew where you could finish your notes in peace, away from the children's questions.

"Give me the papers, please" You let out a small laugh at the girl's request "No, but you were very polite to ask, congratulations" Even without success, Cassandra gave a small smile in response to the compliment.

"Bye, kids" You smiled as you found the door you were looking for. Before the door was completely closed, you could hear your children sigh in frustration that the chase was over, you thanked Bruce for making the office a forbidden place, now you understood the reason for this rule.

"What are you doing?" Bruce's sudden voice didn't scare you, you were used to your husband's sudden appearances. "Running away from the children," you said, sitting down in the chair opposite Bruce's desk.

You started distributing your papers on the table in an organized way so that they wouldn't get mixed up with your husband's documents and for the first time since you entered the room he looked up from the documents he was reviewing.

"What's this?" He asked, picking up one of the papers on the table. "They're really your children," Bruce ignored his comment. "Letters? For what reason?" "Yeah, I'm planning to run away and leave you with the kids" Your joke was met by a serious look from Bruce. "You're not as funny as you think" Bruce said. "Sorry, should I leave the jokes with-?" "Don't even finish that one".

"Why letters?" Bruce said, looking at you like he was being interrogated. "Why not? They're just letters, no big deal." You knew that your anxious rambling had given you away, this was not only one of the best detectives in the world, but also your husband.

"You don't want to tell me?" He was being understanding, but you knew he'd rather know. You took a deep breath before saying, "I'm just afraid of the future." "And does writing letters help?"

"I hope it helps them in the future" Bruce frowned at your answer. "Has something happened, dear?" He asked worriedly. Noticing your husband's fear, you grabbed his hand that was resting on the table "No, not at all" Your tone came out as sweet as possible "I just... I want them to have something to fall back on in the future, that's all, nothing bad has happened, it's just-" Your speech was cut off by a few knocks on the door, followed by the entrance of Alfred the butler.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, the children want to see you, Mrs. Wayne" you thanked the butler for the announcement and turned towards your husband again "I have to go, I'll need a good excuse for them to stop asking questions" You got up and left the room, mentally preparing yourself for the bombardment of questions.

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Loyal To The Blood|| Damian Wayne × Male reader

Summary: You were created as a servant of the League to protect Damian. Your bond is severed after Damian takes over as Robin. On a disastrous mission, you are forced to deal with the emotional conflicts that the loss of the boy has had and deal with the fact that he now stands before you after years. 

Warnings: Angst, Homosexual angst, Abandonment, Comfort, Recommendation: Once More to see you-Mitski

(Dc masterlist)

In an honorable oath in your childhood, you knelt before the one you recognized as God and pledged allegiance to the future Heir of the League of Assassins. You would die and kill for Damian, for the heir to the League of Assassins empire.

Faced with all the current circumstances, that seemed like a lie, but it wasn't, you and Damian knew that. Damian knew that over your oath, childish though it was, there was a veil of love.

There was only one problem, in your oath you swore to be true to Damian Al Ghul, not Damian Wayne, you would protect and serve the future leader of the League of Assassins, not Robin and it hurt to admit that no amount of love you felt for Damian could detract from your eternal bond with the League, your responsibility, your ideals, your upbringing, you could be true to Damian's blood as you promised to do, but only if he was with the League and he wasn't, not anymore.

The last time you saw each other was before Damian left. You looked at him in an anguished way, but you still tried to look serious and indifferent, like everyone else in that room, but Damian knew you, he identified the pain in your eyes, because he had spent nights staring at them.

That night you stretched out your hand towards Damian with the sole intention of fixing your armor, you were one of the few in the room authorized to approach him, and when your hand was already moving away, Damian grabbed your forearm and promised to come back, he would have liked to say "come back to you", but there were too many people present for that kind of interaction, you didn't answer him, just looked him in the eye quickly. Damian would like to know what you meant by that. Damian would have liked to know that it would be the last time in a long time.

You never believed that the boy would come back, not when he had the world in store for him, not when you knew of his eternal admiration for his father, not when Talia explained the reason for his departure. He wouldn't come back, your love wasn't strong enough to overcome Damian's reasons for staying out of the League, but it was strong enough for him to regularly think of you, for you to regularly think of him, but not for him to come back.

You both lived your lives in parallel, while Damian learned not to kill, you perfected your techniques, while Damian opened up to his new reality, you closed yourself off to survive yours, while Damian received his Robin title, you took over his old position in the League, you were on opposite sides every time.

You were sure that Damian had forgotten you, but you never could, not when you were carrying his position in the League. You felt it as a curse, as if you were cursed to never forget Damian, not when you looked at his armor and saw one similar to his old armor, not when you commanded the men he commanded, not when Talia looked at you remembering how he looked at you with the same green eyes, not when you still lived for him. You were cursed for loving Damian.

Your work in the League had never been easy, there was no way that murdering people and conquering territories could be, but lately they had been made more difficult by a vigilante, the whole thing was being extremely stressful for the League and for you, headquarters being knocked down, assassins hunted, it was all falling on you, the responsibility of sorting it out, sorting it all out, the constant demands of your superiors, along with your responsibility to your soldiers.

The vigilante taking your peace was Red Robin, you knew Ra's Al Ghul wanted to recruit him, he had proven his competence while taking down men from the League, but you weren't willing to negotiate with someone who had done so much destruction to your legacy. When the execution order arrived, you felt relieved, you knew that he had taken out the patience of the head of the League and now you could kill him.

You'd been sent to Gotham City, this wasn't going to be as quick a mission as you'd have liked, apparently the vigilante had enough training to require prior preparation before the attack, you knew you had to attack him in public, when he wasn't hiding his identity, that would reduce your chance of reaction and defense.

You were dispelling all your fears, this was Batman's city, which meant it was Damian's city. You were aware of Tim and Damian's connection, at that moment there were few things you didn't know about Tim, but that didn't matter, at least that's what you repeated to yourself. According to your superiors, you wouldn't even have to find Damian, the orders were clear to avoid members of Tim's family.

You were standing in front of Wayne Industries, an eye-catching building surrounded by people, the perfect setting. You weren't wearing anything to hide your identity, in the League it wasn't necessary. You waited patiently, it wasn't long before the vigilante left the building, you held the dagger firmly in your hands at your side, so as not to attract undue attention, letting out a shaky sigh, death never stopped scaring you, it's always like the first time, no matter how much skill you acquire.

When Tim left Wayne Industries, you started to take your first steps towards him, but your body froze as you met emerald eyes right behind him, Damian was here, your breathing stopped and the grip on the melee weapon loosened, you still tried to take another step forward, but your body threw itself back following what you really wanted to do, despair flooded your chest and that mission already seemed to have failed. You moved away, trying to blend into the crowd so as not to be spotted, hoping he hadn't seen you, but you knew he had, that was Damian.

It was impossible for Damian not to recognize you, you looked different, but the same. Even in a crowd of thousands of people, he would still find you. He watched your desperate escape and didn't move, the boy stood still, absorbed by your presence and the doubt, what were you doing here? Tim noticed his brother's delay after a few steps, calling his name without reply "Damian, we have to go, now" Tim was too tired to look what Damian was looking at and too late to care, he sighed impatiently and then Damian's attention returned, he was frowning in confusion as he looked at the ground in front of him. Tim was about to give up on Damian when the boy stepped in front of him and into the car. "Let's go, Drake," the older man squeaked, but decided not to fight it and got into the car.

That very day, you left Gotham, you would find another way to kill Tim, but it couldn't be there, not with Damian there. You returned to the League, you didn't explain anything to your superiors and you didn't even notify them of your arrival. Days passed after the meeting, you tried to deafen Damian from your thoughts, but it was impossible. The boy's ghost plagued every part of your mind. You had locked yourself in your room for days, asking your servants for privacy and discretion. You needed to be alone.

You didn't believe that Damian would follow you between continents, not even when you saw him standing at the foot of your bed did you believe it, believing that it was your mind playing tricks on you, perhaps your thoughts of him had become so frequent that they were hallucinations, but it wasn't, he really was there. You sat on the bed, staring at him. Your servants had disrespected the order to leave you alone by letting him in. You had forgotten that his power over the League superseded yours, even after years of being away.

You weren't sure what to do, your face was serious, trying not to let any emotion show, your eyes examined every part of Damian. His eyes were fixed on your face. Damian was looking for the differences that the years had brought you, even though he knew they were all over your body, new scars, new face, new hair style. He was trying to capture your new features, everything of you that he had lost. He found some kind of comfort in realizing that your eyes remained the same, still unable to hide any emotion.

"You need to improve your vigilance." It didn't surprise you that the first word he spoke to you was a scolding, just like when you were children, back then, that was his way of caring for you. "I will" was all you managed to say in the presence of the situation "I know", after which you stood in silence for a few minutes while you looked at each other, and on a quick impulse you got up from the bed, turning your back on Damian. You knew that, at that moment, he was looking at the many scars on your back.

You looked around your room for a shirt and then turned to him. "What are you doing here?" Damian didn't know exactly what to say, he wasn't even sure why he had come to see you, it just seemed right. Perhaps this was an attempt to fulfill the promise he had made, but it seemed too late for that to be the reason.

"Heir Al Ghul," you said after noticing the delay in the boy's response. Damian narrowed his eyes at the new way you addressed him, you didn't call him that, not when it was just the two of you, that was the way the League's servants called him, not you, you were allowed to call him Damian or whatever you wanted, all those years apart made you believe that was it for him, a servant of the League?

"I'm not the Al Ghul heir" he chose not to mention your new behavior "Then why do you dress like one?" You were quick to answer, since he was wearing armor like yours. The emerald eyes widened, he wasn't an assassin, not anymore.

"I'm not part of the League" The statement was capable of infuriating you, not for the intended reasons, but because that was supposed to be you, you wanted to leave the League, not Damian. You were only fighting that war because Damian wasn't there to fight it.

"Should I warn the men outside this room of that fact?" Your voice sounded cold and distant and at that moment it was the first time Damian wasn't able to recognize you. He wondered how much of that boy standing in front of him was the one he knew, he was still the same one he loved, he still seemed wrong, but now for other reasons, maybe because you were a murderer, maybe because your integrity was tarnished, maybe because Damian had abandoned you.

"I just wanted to see you," he admitted softly. The lack of arrogance in his voice surprised you, but his greatness still made you feel small, still wanted to make you fight, wanted to make you question "why did you leave me?" "Why did I have to take on all your responsibilities?" "Why did you come back?".

"Are you happy?" It was the question you chose to ask him, because in a promise you had made to him, one you didn't even remember, made in a hidden room at the League, away from all the harsh and judgmental eyes, while Damian cried on your shoulder (a rare occurrence, but one that you, only you could contemplate) you promised Damian that he would find happiness and you hope he has.

"A lot of the time," was his quick reply. "I wish you could enjoy these moments with me." When those words came out of Wayne's mouth, it was as if he had found you in those eyes and stopped looking for his former beloved.

You would have liked to say something out loud, but your childishness still resonated louder, even after so many changes your feelings still had to cling to his sincere gaze that would never lie when he said he loved Damian and despite the fear that the hatred outlined in your scars and war marks would hide that feeling from Damian, you hoped that his sharp gaze would still capture you.

Your love was always implicit, having to survive in the small gaps that the world had left you, no touches or declarations, what you were left with was excessive protection and glances. You wonder how children like you, raised in the midst of so much hatred and war, learned to love each other and now, even on opposite sides, you still loved Damian.

"Would you come with me?"

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This is a very long fanfiction (2,178 words / 11,833 characters) that took a lot of dedication and love from me, I hope that someone likes it as much as I do, thank you for reading it.

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Family Conflicts|| Bruce Wayne × Batmom Fem!reader × (Platonic)Jason Todd

Summary: Bruce mulls over the guilt he feels after a fight with Jason, you're the one who advises him and tries to sort things out.

Warnings: Comfort (with anguish), Platonic relationship with Jason, Family conflicts.

(DC masterlist)

You were drying your hair after getting out of the shower, and walked into the room you shared. Bruce was sitting on the right side of the bed staring at the large pane of glass that overlooked the house's garden, too immersed in his own thoughts to recognize your presence.

You were aware that the recent argument was still plaguing his mind. You let the silence linger in the room for a while longer while you put on your clothes, waiting for him to take the initiative to talk to you. When you had finished, you leaned against one of the walls of the room, watching Bruce's back. The nights in Gotham were brutal, and the scars on his back couldn't deny it.

After a few minutes, a click escapes your mouth as you realize that he would choose to ignore your presence "Aren't you going to say anything?" Your voice broke through the man's numb state, but the silence remained, drawing a weary sigh from you. You wished the constant conflicts and obligations didn't consume Bruce's mind as much as they do, but you knew that was too much to ask of him, a man entirely dedicated to everything he did.

"Everything will be fine, he just needs some time." Bruce's guilt was consuming him, Jason was no longer the unstoppable killer whose goal was to kill Batman, but the relationship between the family was still complicated, everything was still too sensitive, like an inflamed wound.

"He doesn't hate you, he just needs some time," you repeated the assurance, trying to get into your husband's mind. "He was clear about how he felt," Bruce said to you for the first time that night, still motionless.

"So that's all I had to say to get you to say something" Your sarcasm lacked any real anger at Bruce's behavior, already used to dealing with the complicated man he was. "He'll never forgive me" That wasn't half of what he wanted to say, but it was all he had the courage to admit. Bruce was never the kind of person to speak his mind openly, you had to read him, understand him beyond his words and you were very good at doing that.

"You don't believe that. He's disappointed, but you can fix it." You knew that it would be much harder for Bruce and Jason to work things out, much harder than it was for you and Jason, not because Jason blamed you less for what happened, but because he and Bruce were too similar for their own good, Jason would never say what he felt out loud and neither would Bruce and they always hurt each other because between half-words Jason saw the worst in Bruce and Bruce saw a lot of his faults in Jason.

"What about you? Are you disappointed in me?" The blue-eyed man knew that he had acted improperly, despite Jason's behavior, Bruce knew that this was not the ideal occasion. You took too long to convince your son to return to the mansion and when he finally did, Bruce used the moment to reprimand him.

"I'm not sure, I just..." you bit your lips apprehensively "I wish you hadn't done that" you too were trying to make things right. It was distressing to see Bruce taking all the blame on himself and taking away the responsibility you had with Jason. "I need you to trust me, Bruce. We're in this together." There was no point in fighting with the man, he knew where he had gone wrong in this situation.

You moved across the room to stand in front of Bruce, you held his chin to make him look at you, guilt staining his blue eyes. He didn't want to ruin the progress you were making with your son, but it seemed that was all he had done since Jason's return. He knew the boy blamed you both equally, but when he made himself willing to move on, you managed to warm Jason's heart faster than Bruce could ever have wished. While Bruce mulled over the guilt of Jason's death, you sought the boy's forgiveness.

"I'm sorry" Bruce didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for, there were many of his actions that needed forgiveness, but you accepted it openly, knowing the sincerity of the words. "Everything will be fine" Bruce leaned his head on your stomach as he heard your words, that statement was all he could ever want from you. "I love you" he breathed as he closed his eyes, his words sounded like an oath, an intimate pact between you and an affirmation of the trust he had in your words "We can sort things out with Jason, okay? Both of us".

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I was putting off posting this because I really like the story and I was afraid of how it would play out, but the fact is that I was afraid people wouldn't understand it. I don't think Bruce is a bad father, but he's certainly a complicated person. I know that's a bad summary and a bad name. Thank you to anyone who read this story. This is a repost.

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Cat and bird||Damian Wayne × No reader gender

Summary: You, like your mother, try your luck on one of Gotham's hunting nights

Warnings:No gender specification, teenager Damian, please read the warning at the end of the reading.

(DC masterlist)

Robin was standing on top of a building when he felt a presence behind him. Before he could turn around, two arms encircled his shoulders in an unassuming manner, and he let out a tongue click as he noticed their presence.

"Tsk, what are you doing?" Despite his serious tone, there was no real reproach in his words. "Just walking, and you?" He ignored your question and looked straight ahead, you rolled your eyes in response to his behavior "Shouldn't you be with your mother?" He said as he looked down for any strange movement.

"She's probably with your father" So that's why he didn't hear back. Damian couldn't help but scrunch up his face at the thought.

"Relax, they're not doing that, she's trying to rob a bank" What was supposed to be a relief drew a weary sigh from the boy, now he was responsible for you.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he said, moving away from the edge of the building. You turned away from him and wrinkled your eyebrows as you said "This isn't happening" Damian looked at you as if to challenge you and you returned the look. The competition didn't last long, ending when Robin started walking towards the fire escape.

"Let's go, your mother will be angry" He always had the right arguments for victory and you were always a sore loser by rebuttal. "Maybe or maybe she sent me here to distract him" You and Damian knew it was just a bluff. Despite all your skill and effort. Selina would never allow you to help her with any robbery, even if it meant distracting Robin.

"You're not a good liar" Damian made light of the remark and continued to leave you behind. You gave in, but you weren't going to go out in total defeat.

"Let's bet" Damian turned in time to see the slow way you were walking backwards towards the edge of the building. "Whoever gets to my house first wins." At that moment, he walked towards you, understanding the hand to take your arm.

"No, we're not doing that. You don't even have any proper equipment." The moment he said that, you raised one of the hook guns he was using in front of your face before jumping.

He let out a sigh and went after you. Damian and his father had a very complicated relationship with the nickname "cat", it was the only thought he had in that brief fall before he got to you.

"Now you're here, stop resisting" you said as you walked around the table, you dodged the furniture majestically, that must have been a craze taken from your mother. "Agree to keep me company tonight" At that moment, the realization that you had planned to go to him just for this proposal struck Damian.

"I'm on patrol, my father will notice I'm missing," Damian said without revealing his desire to stay. His words brought a mocking smile to your lips as he said, "My mother's taking care of that." You nodded towards the television, which was broadcasting a story about a major robbery being carried out at the Gotham bank; you didn't even need to show Selina's face to know that she was responsible for the great deed.

"My brothers, they-" You rolled your eyes, interrupting him by saying, "God, boy. This isn't my problem, I've already done my bit, stay and do yours." Your gracious and endearing tone was abandoned, you weren't the only expert at pinching nerves in that room.

Damian debated internally whether it was worth staying, he knew how much Selina avoids any kind of contact you might have with someone from his family, it was her way of keeping you away from the world of vigilantes, something that wasn't very useful the second you and Damian ended up in the same room.

"I can tell my mother that you were protecting me," you said when you realized the dilemma the boy was in, although the proposal was true, the mocking tone was present in your voice.

"That's not happening," he said, walking over to your apartment window. You let out a humorless laugh at yourself for thinking that for a moment you had managed to convince Damian of something." See you tomorrow," he said, leaving you alone in the apartment. Your gaze fell on the television, where the headline read that Batman had managed to prevent the robbery. Today was not Kyle's lucky day.

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When I write about minors (teenagers) even if I age them, I'll write everything as carefully as possible and the romance will be a subtext, and I'll also make a point of writing them more mature (there's no point in aging the character and leaving them acting like a child). I have no control over who reads this and I prefer to do it this way.

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In another universe Jason Todd was Johnny Cade.

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Pretending that this (The outsiders) isn't a dead fandom.

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"I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt."|| Jason Todd × No reader gender

Summary:Jason's death meant nothing, your death meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason.

Warnings:Anguish, This is a lamentation.

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Perhaps some part of Jason's still childish mind believed in the possibility of you still being alive, even after that.

When Jason's eyes closed as he was about to meet his end, your hysterical figure still staring at him, when he came back to life and discovered that your body was never found in the wreckage of that warehouse, it was as if a flame of hope was still in him, a reason to try.

Now he felt sick. You didn't die that night, when the Joker ran off leaving Jason to die, he dragged you with him. No matter how much resistance and fear you showed, in that warehouse there was only you, the Joker and Jason's lifeless body.

You survived months after Jason's death, living in the same hideout as the Joker hid from Batman. He didn't want to kill you, Joker didn't want anything to do with you, you were just the bait he used to attract Robin, now he was just bored with your presence. He tried to plan something to involve you, but nothing seemed so great after Robin's death, nothing could affect Batman so much.

He didn't perform a great deed or a great torture, he just shot you, just as he had done to thousands of other people. That meant nothing to him. Maybe you would have survived if Batman had found you first, but he didn't.

Now Jason had to live with it, knowing that you had died for this foolish reason and unlike him you didn't have a big raise, there was no reason for them to revive you with the Lazarus Pit. To them your life was as insignificant as your death.

He often wondered if that was all you had been to Batman. If Jason was your greatest failure, what were you? One more person the Joker killed? Just that? As if there had never been a life there? As if you weren't a person? A person that Jason loved? Jason thought he'd be the last person Batman would let the Joker kill, but no, then there was you and thousands of others.

He couldn't deal with it, he couldn't accept it. His death had no impact, his death didn't stop you from dying, even after that the Joker walked free, even after that he killed you, even after that he was still alive. As if Jason's death meant nothing, as if your life meant nothing. He had lost so much and for no reason. Not for a great purpose, not for a new beginning, you meant nothing and they had to pay for it.

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This was inspired by a heardcannon from @brucewaynehater101 , not much to do with what was said, but I thought it was important to highlight the inspiration.

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Talking about Barbara Gordon

All the hate this character gets is just so stupid. A while ago (a long while) I was reading a Dick Grayson fanfic and the author decided to portray Barbara as an antagonist (almost a villain), I have no intention of limiting any author's creative freedom (do what you want with your writing, I guess), but SHE decided to explain herself immediately, she said she hated Barbara because of the comic where she cheats on Dick Grayson with Bruce and gets pregnant by Bruce, ok, did that really happen? Yes. Is that a good reason to hate Barbara? Nah, this is DC, do you remember how many stories have been written with these 100-year-old characters? I won't mention how many times DC has written the craziest things possible and then backtracker. And you can get all delusional and tell me "But she can hate the character for that, it's no big deal", ok, so let's pretend we don't know where this hatred comes from, shouldn't she hate Bruce too? Like the man who impregnated his own son's fiancée or girlfriend (I can't remember)? Why was this hatred reserved only for Barbara? This character has suffered many injustices, even from the writers themselves, do you really need to hate her for nothing?

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Before The Great Fall|| Jason Todd (Robin) × No reader gender

Summary: You and Jason have become friends because you have a habit of walking around the city at night and Robin has a habit of taking you home.

Warnings: Comfort, teenage Jason Todd, slight flirting (The relationship is much more of a friendship), English is not my native language.

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"Where are you going so late?" A sudden voice said, making you stop abruptly and look up, trying to find its speaker, Robin. You wondered if Batman forced him to train that voice, it was so distinctive.

"Aren't you too young to be walking alone so late?" You hadn't found him yet, but now he seemed to be coming from a different, closer place. You turned your head in various directions trying to find him. "Aren't you too young to go out at night to beat up criminals?" You retorted, already frustrated by his behavior, wondering if he was going to show up.

"I'm here" Jason was enjoying how lost you looked. Before you had a chance to locate him, he dashed to your side, you turned away abruptly at the sudden appearance, the boy laughed, it was something that never lost its funny "It's never too early to start fighting crime" His voice tried to copy some kind of charm, the kind seen in movies. Now it was your turn to laugh. "If you say so," you shrugged, finding Jason's behavior hilarious.

Your reaction confused him, had you liked it? He dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "So... where are you going?" You thought about giving him an acid answer, but gave up because of how interested he seemed. "Flat tire," you said with a sigh of defeat. Jason's gaze fell on the bicycle you were carrying next to your body. It was so old that he wondered if it had really worked before the flat tire. You raised an eyebrow as you realized how much he was staring at the object in your hand.

The vigilante grabbed your bike and turned the other way. Your eyes followed the scene with attention and displeasure. "Are you going home" He answered your silent question, receiving a roll of the eyes from you. "There's no crime going on? Do you really need to keep an eye on me?" You haven't moved an inch.

"It's Gotham, it probably is" He shrugged simplistically "But tonight this is my area and if you're in it, I have to make sure you're safe" You didn't want to go home, but there was no point in arguing with Robin or he'd win, or his defeat wouldn't matter and you'd do as he said. You let out a sigh before hurrying to catch up with him. "If some super villain is following you and I'm about to die tonight, I hope you die with me," you complained walking alongside him, Robin laughed.

The two of you walked in silence. Now that you no longer had to look around, you let your thoughts take over, but Robin snapped you out of it by asking, "Where were you going so late?" You rolled your eyes at how insistent he could be. A stupid grin took over your face as you said, "I was going after crime, I'm..." You couldn't think of a hero's name fast enough to complete your joke.

"If you're a crime fighter, you'll lack appropriate attire" He looked you up and down, and you found his insinuation a little offensive. " Said Robin in his underwear," you whispered, but it didn't go unnoticed by him, who pushed you slightly with his body. His first choice of look hadn't been the best, whatever, Couldn't you forget that?

"I'm just kidding," you said when you noticed the boy's new bad mood, but your voice still sounded provocative. It was your favorite pastime to get on the vigilante's nerves.

"Answer my question" You rolled your eyes. "You're very nosy, don't you think?" Before he had a chance to respond, you added, "I didn't have an exact destination, I just went out to think for a while." Robin's eyes went down to your hands and the anxious way you waved them.

He hated the way that whenever things got bad at home, you left for Gotham without considering the dangers. He wanted to say something comforting about your family situation, but he knew you'd only get uncomfortable and try to change the conversation.

"You shouldn't do that, it's dangerous," Jason scolded you, even though he knew it wouldn't change your attitude. You couldn't walk around the city thinking that he would always show up to save you in any situation, you only believed that because it was what had been happening for months.

"Why not? That's how we met, you should be grateful to finally have some friends" You returned to your amused tone. He narrowed his eyes at how astute you were at changing the topic, but decided to let it go.

"You're not part of my personal life, why do you always assume that I don't have any other friends?" The answer came out in a monotone, he didn't know why he was still trying to fight you. "Who would want to be friends with a boy who goes out at night to fight crime? That's a sign of insanity to me," you said as if it were obvious.

"I don't think you understand the meaning of secret identity" He used his free hand to point at the mask covering his face, and you decided not to answer him.

The journey went smoothly, soon you'd be home. Jason thought you wouldn't say anything the whole way, but you did. "Do you think there's any chance of me getting out of Gotham?" The way you looked at him surprised Jason, like someone who thought he really had the answer to everything.

"Maybe, well, do you really want that?" The way his voice sounded more natural didn't go unnoticed by you. "I wish, but it seems that no one can escape Gotham, really escape." The simplicity of your speech made your lack of hope evident.

"Gotham has the lowest real estate prices in the region" Jason justified the phenomenon. You raised an eyebrow, expecting something more motivating from him, shouldn't he be a hero?

"You can be the one to change that" That was the wittiest and most realistic thing he could say, you accepted it gladly, at least he had tried.

"At least, if I stay, you'll have some friends" You brushed aside the seriousness of the conversation, not prepared to deal with it. He laughed quickly, with no chance to retort before he heard a call in his ear. You recognized the tension in his face, knowing there was some crime going on nearby.

"I'm in." You caught his attention, pointing your head towards your apartment, which was just ahead of you. "You can go." You took his bike and continued on your way. "Be careful, Robin." You shouted without bothering to look back, knowing he wasn't there.

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This writing is intended to imitate those movies in which the characters just walk around while having a dynamic and intimate conversation. I hope you enjoy the relationship I build with Jason.

[melloollem]

Richard Grayson was decoded by Nothing New-Taylor swift.

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I'm too lazy to work on it now.