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ur-so-mine · 13 days ago

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Title: "Who Said I Like You?"

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff | Comedy | Light Romance | Batfamily shenanigans

Word Count: ~1.7k

Tags: accidental love confession, Batfamily chaos, teasing, grumpy x sunshine, Damian is so done, reader is sunshine gremlin, fluff and banter

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Summary:

It was supposed to be a simple game of “Truth or Dare” in the Wayne Manor living room. Then someone asked Damian who he liked, and now everything is on fire.

Metaphorically.

Mostly.

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“Okay, next round,” Dick said, grinning like a man who thrived on chaos. “Truth or dare, demon spawn?”

Damian scowled from his spot on the couch. “Stop calling me that.”

“That’s a no on dare, then,” Jason chimed in, tossing a popcorn kernel into his mouth. “So. Truth. Spill your secrets, baby bat.”

You were curled up in the corner of the couch, sipping hot cocoa and absolutely not making it obvious that you were listening too closely.

“Fine,” Damian muttered. “Truth.”

Jason’s grin turned feral. “Who do you like?”

Damian blinked. “Romantically?”

“No, emotionally,” Tim deadpanned.

Everyone turned to look at Damian.

You, suddenly very invested in your mug, pretended to find the cocoa foam extremely fascinating.

Damian’s jaw tightened. “That’s none of your business.”

“You agreed to play,” Dick said sing-song.

“It’s in the rules,” Cass added.

“Tt.” Damian folded his arms, eyes flicking toward you for half a second—barely a twitch.

But you saw it.

Everyone saw it.

And the room exploded.

“OH MY GOD,” Jason yelled, nearly falling off the couch. “You like her!”

“No I do not—”

“You looked right at her!” Tim cackled.

“I was looking near her.”

“Sure,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “The air next to me must be really hot.”

You didn’t mean to say it.

It just… slipped.

The Batcave-level silence that followed was deafening.

Dick dropped his drink. Cass was biting her knuckle. Jason was already pulling out his phone.

Damian’s face turned scarlet.

“Great,” he muttered, standing up stiffly. “I’m leaving.”

“Oh come on,” you said, hopping up and jogging after him down the hallway. “You can’t just flee the scene of your emotional crime!”

“I said nothing.”

“You said everything with your eyes, Romeo.”

He spun around so fast you almost bumped into him. “It was not a confession.”

“You stared directly at me when they asked who you liked!”

“It could’ve been a coincidence!”

“You were blushing!”

“I do not blush—”

“You’re blushing right now!”

His cheeks were definitely pink, and his ears were definitely on fire.

You stepped closer, hands behind your back, smiling.

“…So,” you said. “You like me.”

Damian’s lips pressed into a thin, embarrassed line.

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Wow,” you gasped. “That was almost romantic. Should I swoon now or wait?”

He looked like he wanted the ground to open and swallow him whole.

“I’m going back to the training room,” he muttered, turning away again.

You reached out and caught his sleeve.

“Wait.”

He froze.

You tugged lightly until he looked at you again, eyes uncertain, guarded—but soft in a way he rarely let anyone see.

“I like you too,” you said.

It was that simple.

His brows rose slightly. “You do?”

You nodded. “Obviously.”

He looked away quickly, like if he held your gaze too long, the universe might implode.

“…I didn’t think you would,” he admitted.

You tilted your head. “Why?”

“Because you’re… loud. And chaotic. And stubborn. And you wear socks with tacos on them.”

“I do. They’re elite.”

“And I’m…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely. “Me.”

You smiled gently. “Yeah. You’re you. Stoic. Bossy. Secretly a cat person.”

Damian blinked. “I am not—”

“I saw you kiss Alfred the cat on the head last week.”

His face turned red again.

“I was—he had fur in his eye—”

“You kissed a cat, Damian.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hand.

You laughed and gently pulled it away. “Hey.”

He looked at you, slightly mortified.

“I like you because you’re you,” you said. “Even when you’re awkward. Especially when you’re awkward.”

“…This is so embarrassing,” he muttered.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, and he went very still.

“Now it’s mutual,” you said.

He blinked. “You… just kissed me.”

“Yup.”

His ears were so red now, you were pretty sure they’d never recover.

“…I am going to kill Todd.”

You grinned. “Let him live. He gave us a good push.”

You started walking back toward the living room. He followed—at a safe distance—muttering Arabic curses under his breath.

When you returned, everyone immediately started clapping.

Jason held up his phone. “Guess who recorded that whole hallway scene through the camera above the stairs?”

Damian lunged.

You laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

But you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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gravebirds0dmnk · 3 months ago

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MY RANT ABOUT

Damian Wayne!!!

(part 1)

Let’s talk about Damian Wayne, the biological son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, grandson to Ra’s al Ghul, a kid who was raised by the League of Assassins and then abruptly dropped into Gotham like a pint-sized wrecking ball. Damian didn’t just walk into the Bat-Family -he kicked down the door, insulted everyone in the room, and declared himself the best Robin before anyone could finish their coffee.

And that’s the thing: he’s not wrong. But we’ll get to that.

People love to hate Damian Wayne. He’s “arrogant,” “rude,” “violent,” “disrespectful.”

Yes - that’s the entire point. Damian is a walking nature-vs-nurture experiment gone rogue. Imagine being raised in a world where killing is standard operating procedure, then being told, "Hey, kid, here’s your dad, the most morally rigid vigilante in existence. No more murder. Also, you're twelve. Try fitting in with these older siblings who all had tragic childhoods and came out emotionally repressed instead of homicidal."

What did anyone expect? Of course Damian was going to be a tiny terror. That’s how he was built.

But people don’t seem to want to let him grow past that. That’s where the real problem lies. They see the early "I’m better than you because I was trained by the League" Damian and freeze-frame him there forever. They ignore the development, the pain, the earnest effort to be more than what he was made to be.

Damian Wayne is a twelve-year-old with the weight of two legacies crushing him. On one side: the Bat - justice, discipline, self-sacrifice. On the other: the Demon - power, domination, control. He didn’t ask for this life. He didn’t get to grow up on movie nights and pizza with Alfred. He was built in a lab of expectations and blood. And then he was dropped into a family that didn’t trust him, because they had no reason to. Imagine how isolating that is.

But despite all of it - the trauma, the conditioning, the sheer amount of emotional dysfunction - he tries. Damian genuinely tries to be better. He goes from "I’ll kill criminals because it’s efficient" to "I can be a hero, and not just my father’s shadow."

He bonds with Dick Grayson in one of the best Batman & Robin runs ever,

he grows as a leader in the Teen Titans, and he earns his place - not because he’s Bruce’s son, but because he fights for it.

And yet, the fandom still treats him like the bad seed. The brat. The mistake.

Let’s talk about that word - “brat.” People throw it around because Damian has an ego, but when Tim acts like a smug genius, or Jason has a chip on his shoulder, or Dick gets a little high and mighty, they’re “complicated.” Damian is branded irredeemable. Why? Because he’s loud about his trauma? Because he doesn't bottle it up in classic Bat-fashion?

People hate that Damian says he’s the best but if you’d been trained since birth to be a perfect weapon and you actually could beat 90% of people in the room, wouldn’t you be a little confident too? Let’s be real Damian could drop someone twice his size and not break a sweat, but he also loves animals, paints, and had a freaking pet cow named Bat-Cow. He’s weird, intense, and has more depth than half of Gotham’s rogues gallery combined.

He doesn’t just represent “what if Batman had a biological son.” He’s the embodiment of legacy, destiny, and defiance. He’s the kid who was told what to be, and chose something else.

So yes, Damian Wayne is difficult. Yes, he’s abrasive. But so was every other Robin when they were introduced. The difference is, we gave them the space to grow. Damian deserves that too.

Let the boy grow. Let him mess up and learn and try again. He’s twelve, for crying out loud. He’s not the brat people make him out to be. He’s a survivor. A fighter. A Wayne.

And frankly? He’s the most interesting damn Robin we’ve had in decades, as much as he's hailed as the heir to both the Bat and the Demon, sometimes he feels more like the heir to chaotic writing decisions and wasted potential.

the fucking clones.

What is it with the League of Assassins and clone factories? Damian's backstory already sounds like a rejected Metal Gear Solid plot. First, we get The Heretic - a beefed-up adult clone of Damian who kills him (yes, kills the 10-year-old version of him)

, and then has the nerve to try and be a “better” version of him by being even more of a brainwashed sociopath. let’s not forget the literal clone army of failed Damian duplicates from Super Sons and Robin: Son of Batman.

These storylines could be tragic and poignant if they weren’t treated like edgelord spice tossed in whenever a writer wants to remind us that Damian's life is "dark and twisted" (as if we could forget). The clone arcs are often just shorthand for “Damian has trauma” without doing the actual emotional work.

why do SOME writers write him as a dumbfuck?

Sometimes Damian is portrayed as a tactical genius who speaks 14 languages and can outthink Ra’s al Ghul before breakfast. Other times, he's a literal moron who charges into a trap that Tim Drake would've spotted from a mile away while blindfolded. You can't have it both ways. He’s either a child prodigy or he’s an impulsive brat. And the thing is - he can be both, if written well. But often, writers just swing between extremes: “arrogant genius” one day, “idiot in a cape” the next.

his bitch ass adopted siblings.

Damian’s relationships with his siblings are the most fascinating and most abused part of his character. His bond with Dick Grayson? Absolute gold - when done right. Dick is the only one who treated him like a kid and a brother instead of a problem to be managed. But let’s look at the others:

Tim Drake: The rivalry with Tim is valid. Damian sees Tim as the Robin he needs to replace to be accepted. But writers constantly reduce it to petty hatred when there’s so much deeper story potential. Damian has insecurity around Tim because Tim was Robin by choice, not birth. That eats at him. But instead of nuance, we get “Damian calls Tim names and tries to stab him (again).”

Jason Todd: This relationship should be compelling! They're both violent, emotionally stunted products of trauma with a “screw Batman” streak. But writers barely touch it or just make them snarky and antagonistic, wasting the gold mine of storytelling there.

Cass and Steph? You’d think Damian would admire Cass’s skill or at least respect Steph’s audacity, but nah — they’re often relegated to cameos, if that. Missed opportunity. Always.

Forced love interests.

Damian Wayne is twelve to fourteen years old in most of his appearances. And yet we’ve had writers try to force teenage romance arcs with Emiko Queen, Djinn from Teen Titans, and even hinted stuff with Maps Mizoguchi. And it’s always awkward.

Look, Damian is emotionally stunted. He doesn’t even know how to have friends, let alone romantic relationships. These “love” arcs feel like writers trying to shove him into the typical young-hero mold — except Damian isn’t normal. He doesn’t need a love interest right now. He needs therapy, a stable environment, and a break from being written like a tiny James Bond with a sword.

Who even is he atp?

Damian is one of the most inconsistently written characters in modern DC comics. Is he;

A cold-blooded killer trying to reform?

A snarky, self-loathing child prodigy?

A guilt-ridden heir trying to live up to his father’s shadow?

A Teen Titans leader who makes ethically horrifying decisions?

Or a comedic, adorable little brother in Super Sons?

The answer is: all of them, depending on the writer, the phase of the moon, and whether or not DC remembered that continuity exists. There's no solid foundation anymore. He goes from helping animals and crying over Alfred’s death to creating prisons for criminals before they commit crimes (yes, that was real). Like… pick a lane.

IN CONCLUSION:

Damian Wayne is a character bursting with potential, yet often written as a caricature of himself - either the hyper-violent League assassin or the snarky “baby genius” with no emotional depth. And it's a shame, because when he's written with actual care, he's one of the most interesting, vulnerable, human characters DC has. But too often, he's just a plot device, a lightning rod for conflict, or worse — a symbol of edgy storytelling with none of the payoff.

The clones, the weird romances, the uneven sibling dynamics — all of it could be compelling, if they stopped treating Damian like a ticking time bomb and started treating him like the child he still is, who never got the chance to just be a kid.

And maybe , just maybe , let him grow instead of rebooting him back to the same arrogant starting point every other year.

Listen. I didn’t think DC had the guts to give Damian Wayne a real love interest that made sense, but they actually nailed it with Flatline.

Flatline (aka Nika) is a Russian teenage reaper girl, trained by Lord Death Man, who literally kills Damian in their first interaction at the Lazarus Tournament. That’s right - the first time they meet, she rips his heart out.

A classic Bat-romance if there ever was one.

But here’s the thing: their dynamic works because for once, Damian is in a relationship with someone who is like him. Nika isn’t a civilian. She’s not a princess-in-a-tower type. She’s deadly, clever, morbidly funny, and has her own trauma stew to simmer in. She understands what it means to be trained to kill, what it’s like to live in the shadow of a master manipulator, and - this is important - she doesn’t judge Damian for who he was.

They flirt, they fight, and they have actual chemistry. And even more importantly: Nika sees Damian’s potential. She likes that he’s trying to become better. She doesn’t infantilize him, doesn’t try to “fix” him, and absolutely calls him out when he’s being dramatic (which he always is).

They’re goth murder babies in love. It's adorable. It’s deadly. It’s surprisingly tender.

Also: the fact that Damian openly blushed when she flirted with him?? After years of acting like a cold-blooded monk?? That was character growth, baby. Let him be a teenager. Let him have weird assassin girlfriends who wear skull makeup and call him out on his nonsense.

That relationship gave him depth. Vulnerability. Normality, in the most abnormal way possible.

The cursed ship. Damij*n

Now we pivot — HARD — into the chaotic, emotionally devastating, soul-bonded bros or maybe soulmates?? ship that is DamiJon (Damian Wayne x Jon Kent).

Let’s be real: Super Sons was lightning in a bottle. Damian and Jon had instant chemistry, not just as teammates but as characters that completed each other. The edgy, bitter, emotionally repressed assassin kid and the sunshine-filled, awkward, farm boy alien. It’s Batman and Superman, but in middle school. And it worked.

Jon brought out Damian’s humanity. Kinda.

Damian helped Jon grow a spine.

They bantered like siblings but supported each other like best friends.

Their road trip in Super Sons of Tomorrow? ICONIC.

Their team name was "The Super Sons." Like. Come on.

Now. The DamiJon ship could have stayed platonic - and for many people, it does. That’s valid. But for a huge part of the fandom, something clicked: this was Damian’s most emotionally honest relationship. He let his walls down around Jon in a way he didn’t even do with Dick or Bruce.

And then... DC aged Jon up, yeeted him into space, and basically nuked the best dynamic they had in years.

Instead of letting this amazing slow-burn grow into a genuine teenage relationship -or even just a long-term partnership -they forced them apart. Damian went full “brooding alone in the rain,” and Jon? Jon got stuck with awkward adult Superman stories and none of the vulnerability that made him great. I guess.

So the fandom stepped in.

DamiJon fanfiction took over. Why? Because people recognized the undeniable emotional gravity between these two. The way Jon looked at Damian like he mattered. The way Damian saw Jon as a safe place to be a kid. And yeah -whether you ship it romantically or just as friendship - they were each other’s person. A little.

And DC fumbled it.

Badly.

DAMIAN’S LOVE LIFE: WHERE ARE WE NOW?

Flatline: The only canon love interest that actually feels earned and meaningful. The kind of person Damian can have a messy, weird, supportive relationship with. I will go down with that ship.

DamiJon: The emotional bond that broke the internet. A tragic will-they-won’t-they that got derailed by editorial nonsense, but lives on stronger in fan works than most canon DC couples.

Other Attempts (looking at you, Djinn/Emiko): Forced. Rushed. Hollow. No emotional core. Just there to check a box that “Damian has hormones. ”

Damian Wayne, rebellious and guilt-ridden post-Alfred's death, runs off to an island death tournament to punch through his trauma and maybe actually die. Sounds metal, right?

And yeah, on paper? This arc should have slapped.

A secret tournament of assassins?

Damian coping with grief and purpose?

Internal conflict about his mother, his father's legacy, and his own morality?

Literal Lazarus pits boiling under the surface?

Peak edgy teen drama.

Great setup for character growth.

A sleek excuse to throw in new and old assassins, monsters, and obscure DC weirdos.

But the execution?

Wobbly. Rushed. Confused. Repetitive.

DC fumbled it like it was the final Lazarus Pit and they spilled it in a sewer.

Rules are like a video game

Let’s talk about the structure of this whole thing.

You get three lives.

You can die.

You get revived by Lazarus magic.

If you die more than three times, you're out.

But also maybe not because some people still showed up after that?

Uhhh. Okay.

So basically: it’s Mortal Kombat with extra chances.

Except the stakes feel fake, because death is temporary and everyone knows it. So we lose the tension, and instead we just get shock value kills that go, “Oh no! Damian died-wait, nvm, he’s back.”

And then... they just let actual children participate in this deathmatch?

No one — not even Bruce, the most paranoid helicopter parent alive — thought maybe “assassin death island” needed to be shut down?

Character arc is great but..?

Damian Wayne deserved this arc. After City of Bane and Alfred’s death, he needed a storyline that let him explore guilt, identity, shame, and grief. And for a while, it looked like that’s what we were getting.

He’s trying to prove something. He runs from home. He wants to know who he is when he's not Robin. All good stuff.

But the story rushed it. Damian went from:

“I don’t deserve to live”

“I beat the Lazarus demon in my head and now I’m fine”

in like, five issues. Maybe 7.

That’s not healing. That’s narrative whiplash.

Worse, we finally get inside Damian’s trauma -the guilt over Alfred, the resentment toward Bruce, the confusion about Talia - and then we speed-run emotional recovery through a hallucination of his inner demon. Cool imagery. Half-baked execution.

This should’ve been a 30-issue psychological arc, not a slightly spiced tournament brawl with a feel-good ending and a hug.

Let’s be real: the best part of the Lazarus Tournament was Flatline. Mostly at least.

She was witty, violent, competent, and emotionally grounded.

She killed Damian with a flirty grin. ICONIC.

She called him out. Made him reflect. Gave him a mirror without being a “fixer.”

Flatline had the perfect amount of chaos and pathos to match Damian, and her presence added depth to the story that none of the other contestants really brought.

But of course... she gets sidelined quickly. Because DC can't let Damian have too much growth or happiness at once. Nooo, gotta reset that character arc soon, huh?

Lazarus guy

There’s this weird demon entity connected to the Lazarus pits that represents death, rebirth, rage, and temptation.

On paper? A perfect metaphor for Damian’s psyche.

In execution? It’s like:

“Hey Damian, fight this literal manifestation of your darkness! If you win, you’re healed!”

And he does. In ONE issue.

Even though the “inner demon” literally says things like “Embrace who you are!” and Damian goes, “NO, I AM MORE.”

Cool... but shallow.

Like, where’s the tension? Where’s the long, brutal journey of self-reconstruction? Where’s the weight of that trauma? This arc treated Damian’s grief like it could be solved by punching his subconscious in the face.

Lazarus Tournament..

The setup? 🔥 🔥 🔥

The aesthetic? 🔪 Yes please.

The character potential? Off the charts.

The actual story? …meh. Shiny on the outside, soft and half-cooked on the inside.

Damian deserved a story that let him bleed, break, and slowly rebuild.

Instead, he got anime fights, a quick therapy demon, and a new costume.

It wasn’t bad. It was just half the story it needed to be.

Now..

Let’s talk about:

Who the hell Respawn is (and how wild that reveal is),

Why Damian’s reaction to him is so important,

How DC fumbled something that could’ve been huge,

And why this was the most personal brotherhood Damian never got to explore.

WHO IS RESPAWN?

Short version? Respawn is Damian Wayne’s clone.

Longer version? Respawn is a clone made from both Damian’s and Deathstroke’s DNA - an artificial “son” created as a contingency weapon. Basically a knock-off who had all of Damian’s trauma amplified and none of the love or purpose that Damian eventually found.

He was:

Experimented on,

Raised in total isolation,

Told he was a tool,

Built to suffer.

And the absolute tragedy is:

He’s everything Damian could’ve become if Bruce, Alfred, Dick, and the others hadn’t intervened.

Respawn is Damian without a safety net. Without a home. Without even the illusion of choice.

Almost brothers

When Damian meets Respawn, it’s not just, “Oh look, a clone.”

It’s a straight-up identity crisis.

Here’s someone who:

Looks like him,

Fights like him,

Hurts like him -but never got the chance to be more. Because DC hates angsty siblings obviously.

And the moment that hits? Damian doesn’t reject him.

He doesn’t go into superiority mode or cold detachment.

He sees him.

“I have a brother?.”

BOOM. That line hits like a gut punch.

Because for someone as emotionally guarded and slow to trust as Damian?

To call someone brother means everything. That’s a label reserved for Dick, and maybe Jon or Tim on a good day.

He never says that lightly. And he gives it to Respawn - this clone, this weapon, this discarded version of himself -instantly. Because he recognizes the pain. He wants to fix him.

DC KILLS HIM OFF. OF COURSE.

And what does DC do with this deeply emotional, complex brotherhood?

They kill Respawn off immediately.

It is infuriating.

The emotional fallout is barely explored. Damian is angry and guilty, sure, but there’s no real aftermath. No time to grieve. No deep reflection. Just:

“Oh hey, your clone-brother is dead, anyway let’s move the plot forward.”

This is one of the biggest missed opportunities in Damian’s entire arc.

They could’ve explored:

Cloning ethics,

Legacy and personhood,

Damian’s desire to be more than just a weapon, reflected in someone who never got the chance.

Instead? Respawn is reduced to a plot tool to escalate the Shadow War storyline.

And you know what? That’s a crime.

I'm tired. I'll stop writing this now 💕

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tarwis · 2 months ago

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Tim Drake is adopted by the fandom, fight me!

DC stands for Disregard Canon, this post is about fanfiction! I read only ao3 and I do not condone Bat-cest!

I’ve read almost every even remotely fluffy Titans Tower AU, the non-demonic Cryptid Tim Drake, I’ve dabbled quite a bit in Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early and even the ones where he avoids the bats like the plague for whatever self-sacrificial reason while helping them (often at the cost of his own well-being) under the guise of an unknown name which has zero connections with Timothy Jackson Drake. I like hyper-competent Tim, "bratty" Tim who’s actually an unappreciated hero, wet blanket Tim (caretaker trigger), chaotic gremlin Tim, cryptid Tim, there was even this story with a DID Tim I really liked. The authors are amazing, especially Lulu_Rhythm, destiny919 and envysparkler (also iselsis with DaisyBirb, but theirs are a little heavy for me, and Nation_Ustria whose updates are slow but writing is *chef’s kiss*).

We love Jason and Tim brothering, but hear me out…where. Are. The Damian and Tim fics? Not the Damian-centric ones where Tim is just a support character to Damian’s growth story, but the relationship-centric ones without Tim being a punching bag for everyone physically and emotionally. Where are Damian’s apologies? Where is Damian’s respect, his guilt, his regret? And after that, where’s the bonding, the gentle sparring, the skateboarding lessons, the interpretative art sessions, secret photography runs through Gotham without worrying about gunshots, only about beautiful city shots. Where are the hard moral talks between two logicians in an emotionally constipated family? Where is the click in Damian’s mind about why he shouldn’t kill? (And on that note, why are half the fics in favour of murder? In favour of Tim going batshit crazy and calling it character development?) And in honour of two posts in pinterest from tumblr, where is Damian’s realisation that Tim is his own greatest enemy and where are the friendship bracelets?

And then, does anyone know what kind of dynamic Dick and Tim have? Here’s a whole post about that, please and thank you:

I have nothing to say about Steph because their fights are too complicated and I don’t think they can be together in a fic without ignoring half their history, cramming too much angst or inserting some therapy and for some reason Gothamites are allergic to therapy (considering what happens with therapists and what they have to deal with, it’s understandable).

Last thing! Tim has non-hero/vigilante friends and I think they are relevant. The Fox family and maybe those assassins he befriended? His family is so caught up in their own drama that seeing him being normal with a bunch of unknowns should be enough of a shock. Also the League. That would be a fun conversation, especially with Damian.

Edit 16.06.2025: The assassins’ names, if I wasn’t misled in my five seconds of research, are Pru, Z and Owens (full names? I don’t know him). And here’s a post with Tim’s civilian friends:

Alright bye

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opheliawillowbrook · 3 months ago

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How Raven Met the New Robin

This story fall into tomorrow' theme. However, I thought I'd post the prologue tonight so that tomorrow I can just go straight into posting chapter one.

Summary:

Kids, lemme tell ya a story. It’s got everything—angst, drama, emotional constipation, demonic trauma bonding, and enough sexual tension to set Gotham ablaze. Yet somehow, between the grandstanding, the inflated egos, and the daily dose of denial, Raven—yes, that Raven, our favorite emotionally stunted empath—fell for Damian Wayne. The New Robin. And it was all downhill from there. Featuring: Crazy exes, mind control toxins, a secret life in Japan, anime, sexual tension used to avoid conflict resolution, and one very unfortunate tattoo. (Told to you lovingly by me—Harleen Q. Quinn. Occasional menace, full-time romantic, professional disaster.) Based on How I Met Your Mother

Please Read Author's Note below 👇

Well, I really stepped in it with this one — but fuck it, here we are.

So I’ve been binge-watching How I Met Your Mother (as one does when procrastinating actual responsibilities), and somehow it inspired me to write this strange crossover. Basically, this story blends the chaotic vibe of the Harley Quinn animated canon with the broody edge of the DCAMU, all wrapped up in the narrative style of HIMYM — flashbacks, emotional gut punches, running gags, unreliable narrators, the whole nine yards. That being said, for comedy and structure’s sake, this version of Damian is a healthy blend of HQ Damian and DCAMU Damian. He’s still sharp, still intense, still a deeply layered character — but this take allows for a more emotionally accessible and (occasionally) humorous side of him. It’s a necessary shift to make the story work in this particular format. I’ll always aim to keep him true to the version of Damian I love most — the one who's deadly serious but quietly, catastrophically human underneath all that edge — while also exploring what it looks like when he’s allowed to loosen the cape a little. I don't normally write A/Ns this long (in fact, I hate it!), but I feel like this one might need a little extra context going in. Also, massive shoutout to my good friend AndthenDK for helping develop this storyline. Lord knows she’s helped more than she realizes and has been an amazing sounding board. Thanks to my internet wife Vi for editing and helping flesh out some of the mess, and to JTEE for editing — and more editing. Yeah… this one nearly killed me. With Love --Ophelia Ps you can flame me if you want 🤡

#damirae #teen titans #damian wayne #damian al ghul #raven teen titans #dcamu #justice league dark apocalypse war #raven dc #damian x raven #raven #harly quinn #rose wilson #damirae week #damirae week 2025

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z-nightshade · 7 months ago

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I woke up and now I'm back on my bullshit

The Titans and the Strawhats would get along well. One could say too well.

A lot of characters are similar in some ways.

Cyborg and Franky, the "larger than life" half human half machines. Beast Boy and Chopper, with their identites not just animal or human, but both. Raven and Robin, with their macabre sense of humour. Starfire and Cass bonding over being on a whole new planet and struggling on the finer details of the culture, the mannerisms and laws.

And that's just surface level stuff.

Back to Gotham because that is my one true love.

As another asker stated, Jason would teach Nami the Akira Slide and just biking in general. Nami should have an older brother figure. Just for fun.

Those two would have a lot of fun bashing child traffickers skulls in together.

I like to think that Cass(the bat one) would get along with Usopp. She's a very good listener and Usopp is a ginormous yapper.

I also think that Batman would have a soft spot for Usopp and Robin. Usopp because regardless of what he thinks about himself, is an innovative genius, who's inventions like the Clima-tact and specialty bullets show that weapons don't have to be deadly to be effective. Robin is an orphan, nuff said (also Alfred probably likes Robin a lot). It doesn't matter that Robin is like,, 30, she's Bruce's 30-year-old child that he adopted.

And along with Damian, Ivy would also love Chopper and she's probably teach him all about the local flora.

Steph and Tim would use Sanji for all the food his worth and Sanji would love it.

Ace (if he were in Gotham as well) would definitely unequivocally get along with Dick and Jason. He's just very easy to be friends with and I can see Jason most of all appreciating that fact.

I might yap some more later, but for now thats it

I hope you had a good sleep! The mems are hilarious

The Strawhats definitely meet the Teen Titans because Cass just shows up one day to talk to Dick and the rest follow them.

And you're right! They would absolutely get along!

Cyborg and Franky working together to do upgrades, perhaps with Usopp throwing around ideas. Beast Boy and Chopper showing off their transformations and discussing the differences of being a person who can turn into animals and an animal that turned human. Robin and Raven bonding over being dubbed a demon and evil for something that was not their fault, of being the last survivors of their home. Cass would ask Strafire to teach them her language and they'd work together or cultural stuff

Plus they're all batshit crazy and definitely have some issues with authority

And back to Gotham!

Jason gets sorta folded into the Strawhats. He seeks them out because one of them (I'd say Zoro, Robin or Cass) killed the Joker and we all know how Jason is about the Joker. But they're all fun and chaotic and they just get along. He Big Brother's the ones younger than him and get Little Brother'd by the ones older than him

(Brook and Jason and Cass bonding about dying and coming back)

Cass (Bat) gets along with Cass (Strawhat) and Usopp for opposite reasons. Usopp is a yapper and Cass is fluent in sign on account of not talking when overstimulated

Bruce definitely encourages Usopp's creations, possibly even getting him a job at Wayne enterprise. And all things considered, I think Bruce would soft to all the Strawhats on some level (I think Sanji and Luffy are the only one's with confirmed living parents) ((Cass does not count on account of Death and Reincarnation)). And let's be real, they're Gothamites now. They're all on some level Bruce's.

I am torn between Brook and Alfred old men bonding or the two having a semi-silly semi-serious old man blood feud. Alfred and Jimbei are best friends however

I think the Strawhats as a whole are a lot more nature concious than most people but Luffy, Cass, Jimbei and Chopper are the most so. Luffy & Cass on account of living in the jungle and basically being part of the ecosystem. Jimbei and Chopper are self explanatory I think. Ivy loves them for it

Steph definitely asks Sanji for food and he says yes every time without fail

If Ace were also in Gotham he'd definitely get along with Dick and Jason but he'd also absolutely pick a fight with Bruce. It would be hilarious

Please do! I love Yapping with people!

#night’s bedtime stories #sunny d cassandra #one piece oc #one piece #asks and answers #strawhats in gotham #straw hat pirates #straw hat luffy #straw hat crew #batman #dc #teen titans #crossover

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nonbinaryash22 · 5 days ago

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Chapter 2: The Boy with Too Many Walls

The manor had settled into the soft buzz of late evening — the kind where voices quieted, lights dimmed, and even the most chaotic residents of the Bat Family had begun to wind down. All except one.

Damian stood alone in the training room.

The punching bag swung wildly on its chain, creaking with every impact. His fists were raw, his knuckles red despite the wrappings. He didn't stop. Not even when the sweat ran into his eyes, or when his arms began to tremble. His breath came in tight bursts, angry and shallow.

This wasn't training.

This was purging.

From the hallway, Dick paused. He’d been heading to the kitchen for a glass of water when the sound caught his ear — the heavy, rhythmic thud of frustration disguised as discipline.

He hesitated.

Bruce would say to give the boy space. Jason would probably yell at him to stop acting like a mini demon and talk. Tim would roll his eyes and mutter about "emotional constipation." Cass might just sit in silence beside him until he stopped.

But Dick was different. Dick always stepped in. It was part curse, part instinct. The eldest brother. The peacemaker. The one who still saw Damian as a scared kid under all the arrogance.

He opened the door gently.

The sight didn’t surprise him — Damian, smaller than he liked to admit, fists still flying, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. In the dim light, he looked like a shadow trying to outrun itself.

“Hey,” Dick said quietly. “You okay?”

“I am training,” Damian barked, without looking back.

Dick stepped in anyway. “You usually train with form. That—” He nodded to the bag, swinging violently. “—isn’t your form.”

Damian’s fist stopped an inch from the bag.

“I don’t require your observation,” he muttered. “Or your pity.”

Dick sat cross-legged on the mat nearby. “Wasn’t offering pity. Was offering company.”

For a moment, Damian didn’t move. Then, reluctantly, he turned. He was still in his black training gear, his hair matted to his forehead, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. He looked thirteen — which, of course, he was — but sometimes Dick forgot, especially when the boy acted like a centuries-old general reincarnated.

“I should not be here,” Damian said finally.

Dick blinked. “The manor?”

Damian looked down, then away. “With all of you.”

There it was.

The part no one liked to talk about.

His birth. His upbringing. The way he was created with purpose but raised without love. Even now, surrounded by family, he often stood just a few steps too far away — as if afraid of letting the warmth in.

“Who told you that?” Dick asked gently.

“No one had to.” Damian's voice was bitter. “Look at me. I am the son of the enemy. The grandson of Ra’s al Ghul. Raised to kill. Engineered to be better than all of you. And yet, I lose to Barbara in Clue.”

Dick tried to hide a smile. “Babs is terrifying with deduction. Even Bruce loses.”

“I threw the game board,” Damian added quietly.

“That, I believe.”

A beat passed. Damian stood in place, jaw clenched. But then, in a whisper so quiet it almost got lost in the hum of the lights, he asked:

“…Do you think Father regrets me?”

The question hurt more than any punch could have.

Dick stood up and crossed the room. He didn’t say anything at first. Just reached out, rested a hand gently on Damian’s head — not ruffling, not teasing — just present.

“No,” he said. “I think he regrets not being there when you were born. I think he regrets what you went through before you ever got here. But regret you? Never.”

Damian didn’t answer.

But he didn’t move away either.

Later, when the rest of the family gathered in the den for board games round two, Damian sat on the arm of the couch nearest Bruce. He didn’t say anything. Just leaned against the backrest and watched the chaos unfold.

Bruce didn’t look at him.

But he did shift his coffee just slightly to the right — leaving a spot open on the table for Damian’s tea.

It was silent, subtle, and unspoken.

But it was enough.

#batman #batfam #fanfic #chapter 2

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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Benched : Jason todd x cheshire!reader

Another story from Cheshire!verse. The others are Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later and Tired.

Summary: Y/N (vigilante name: cheshire) was benched by Bruce because of her strange behaviour. One night all the feelings found a way out and there was only one person who could calm her down.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of anxiety and panic attack, reader is locked in a room at some point, Jason and Bruce dynamics are a warning of itself

“What is wrong with you?” Bruce’s voice was stern and emotionless when he led all the batboys and Y/N to the batcave after a mission.

“Nothing.” She muttered incoherently hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with The Batman himself. She…. Had made some mistakes during a patrol and if it wasn’t for Dick’s reflex and Tim’s quick thinking it could have ended really bad.

“Are you trying to kill us? You’ve been erratic, chaotic and fidgeting for way to long.”

“Hey! Don’t you dare lashing on her!” Jason was always ready to stand up to his beloved Y/N. And now, as he saw her clenching her fists and narrowing eyes he knew she was barely holding. Normally she was strong and resilient, but – as much as Jason hated to admit it – Bruce was right. Something wrong has been happening to her for a while now. However, this was not a reason to attack her verbally.

“Stay out of this Jason.”

“The hell I will.”

“Jace. Come on, it’s ok. Just calm down. Bruce… has a point here.” She squeezed his arm trying to reassure him

“Y/N. He has no right….” He hissed through clenched teeth

“How about we all just take a breather, hm? Look everyone, we are back, safe and it’s all good, right?”

“Shut up, Dick!”

“Look who’s lashing on who now.”

“What do I have to do to have five minutes of peace here?” Tim rolled his eyes and sighed deeply “will there ever be any time when you two are in the same room without fighting?”

“SHUT UP TIM!” both Dick and Jason shouted but Red Robin just shrugged and turned towards Y/N.

“Want to get out of here?”

“I want nothing more than that.”

“You are not going anywhere.” Before either of them could move, Bruce was in the way, blocking way out of the cave.

“Come on, Bruce. We are all tired and stressed and overworked….” Tim tried to bargain

“And that’s coming from a workaholic. “

“DAMIAN! Who’s side are you on?!”

“Mine. The only right one. I am the only rational one here.”

“You are an asshole, that is what you are!”

Before anyone realized it, everyone (except Bruce of course) was shouting at each other to the point where all words became blurry and it was hard to differentiate who was offending who. It obviously started as a little banter between Dick and Jason and took off pretty quickly.

“What are those noises?”

“Oh, thank God you’re here Alfred. You’re like the only one who can make them calm down.”

“What about…..?” Bruce started but was quickly interrupted

“I’m sorry, Master Wayne, but it seems like you have no word in this discussion. And I am not going to be the one to conciliate them. Again.”

“But….” Bruce looked helpless

“Miss Y/N, you look pale. Would you mind joining me for a cup of tea upstairs.”

“I would love to accompany you, Alfred. You’re the best company a girl could ask for.”

“This is enough!”

“Wait, did Bruce just raised his voice?” all of a sudden all the batboys went as quiet as the mouse.

“Father?” for the first time in his short life, Damian was confused beyond recognition and Y/N wished she had a phone to snap a picture

“Well, that’s just made my day. We finally pushed The Batman over the edge” Jason let out a laugh quickly moving to stand next to his girl and grabbed her hand.

“I’m out. Screw you all. I’m going to bed. Are there any cookies left Alfred”

“I saved a few for miss….”

“I’ll be sure to take good care of them.”

“I hate you, demon.” The girl hissed. She was really hoping for a midnight snack.

“Yeah, right. Get in line.”

“Leave us.” Once again Bruce was back to his cold, unemotional self.

“You mean you and Dickhead? Sure, be my guest” Jason’s hold on Y/N hand grew tighter as he tried to drag her away.

“Me and Y/N.” Bruce hissed

“Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged.”

“You would break your no-killing policy for me? Woah. I’m flattered.” Jason scoffed ironically

“You’re insufferable.” Bruce stated

“Well, you’re die-hard.” Jason retorted

“You never listen!” Bat was starting to lose his patience

“You only listen to yourself!” Jay shouted

“ You’re stubborn like a mule.”

“You don’t care about anything!”

“I tried my best to raise you!”

“Well, I tried my best to live up to your expectations!”

With Damian and Tim gone, Y/N, Dick and Alfred were just left standing in the cave their eyes switching between Bruce and Jason fighting silhouettes like it was some sort of twisted tennis game.

“Can someone please…..?” Y/N started

“I hate you!” Jason yelled, his face almost as red as his helmet

“You finally admitted that!”

“You never cared about me! About any of us for what I know!”

“This is not true!”

“It is the only truth!”

“I always tried to protect all of you.”

“Ok, that is enough.” Dick knew exactly what was going to happen if they did not stop them “Y/N, a hand there?”

“Sure. As long as you’ll deal with Bruce.”

“Take your aim, Cheshire.”

“I hate when I have to do this.”

“I know. But desperate times…..”

“Blah, blah, blah. More action less talking Nightwing.”

“What? I’m chatty. It’s part of my charm”

The girl just rolled her eyes and taking the stance, without an ounce of hesitation jumped right at her boyfriend tackling him to the ground.

“Have you been working out, Jay?” she raised an eyebrow. It was either this or she was getting weaker. It was much easier to ground him last time when he threw a temper tantrum in the cave. Which was last week.

“Maybe. You like my muscles Y/N. It’s ok to admit it.”

“Shut up.” She went red in an instance but much to her relief he was much calmer now, that she captured all of his attention. In the meantime Dick managed to calm down Bruce and everything was going to a good conclusion. All of them, one by one started to leave the cave but before Y/N disappeared Bruce grunted suggestively.

“Ok, all right! Fine! You got what you wanted, they are out. Now, what did you want to talk about.”

“You know, after all this time, you still know how to play both sides and twist people’s mind for your own benefit.”

“That’s not me. That is Cheshire. We are not exactly the same. Just like Bruce and Batman. I wonder what your investors would say if they found the elegant Mr Wayne beating up criminals in some dark and dirty Gotham alley….” She smirked trying to imagine Wayne Enterprises clients’ faces.

“Hide your claws. Now. What is going on with you?”

“Since when are you concerned?”

“Since you put lives of team in danger. Yours included.”

“It was not that bad.” She muttered looking down. It was. And she knew it. And he knew she knew. And she knew he knew she knew ….. Or whatever. Mind games was hard at times.

“Y/N” he sighed deeply. She was the first girl to become his sidekick. The first … daughter of some sort, even if he never truly adopted her. But, even if he did not like it, given their history together he had a soft spot for her. Deep, deep, deeeeeep inside, but still.

“What?” she spat on the edge of desperation

“Do you need help?”

“Help? No. No!” her face twisted involuntarily “why would I need help?”

“You’re obviously going through something.”

“Look who’s talking. That’s hypocritical, even for you Bruce.”

“Is that your final answer?”

“Why do you sound like…..?”

“You’re benched.”

“WHAT?!”

***

He benched her. Holy shit! She was like the only almost stable in the team and now she was on forced leave. For an indefinite period of time. Screw Bruce! In his own words, he was going to let her in again the moment she get herself back together. As if she wasn’t holding herself together!

While the boys were out, jumping on the roofs, chasing villains and getting their lives in trouble she was fuming in the manor walking from one corner of the room to another. Of course, for the last week, she was doing her best to disobey Bruce’s order. She was sneaking out the window the second they left, following suit, using the most of her flexibility skills to squeeze unnoticed, but it was for nothing. The first night, Bruce used some new technology (ironically, it was the tech SHE invented) to transport her back home, the machine claws (another irony) clenched over her body as she was flied to the manor. It was humiliating. The second time, she used the stun gun to knock her unconscious (Jason was ready to kill him for that, but luckily Dick and Damian managed to stop him). Third time she installed some crazy magnets to stop her in her tracks and when the team came back found her plastered to the wall, her hands dangling limply mid-air.

“GET. ME. THE FUCK. DOWN!” she struggled against her containment and Bruce just pressed some button cutting her lose. Luckily, before she hit the ground, Jason jumped forward and wrapped his strong arms around her, saving her from any damage.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” he yelled, gently putting the girl down with the kiss on the top of the head and turning into a monster throwing himself at Bruce.

“Will it ever stop?” Tim whined without any hope for the future.

The fourth, fifth and sixth time was no better. No matter how strong and stubborn and resilient she was, she finally gave up. After tenth time. When Batman dragged her and locked her in the manor’s safe room. Up till now, she never knew they had one.

“FUCK YOU BRUCE!” she screaming pretty sure this place was wired and he heard her shouts in his comm right in his ear. Hopefully this will make him go deaf.”

“That’s my girl! Go louder, baby.” Jason laughed thought the communicator. So she was right, it was wired.

“Nah, it’s a waste of my throat.” She was slowly losing her voice “as for you Red, try not to get killed again, can you handle that?”

“Dunno. Guess you gotta wait and see, sweatheart”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Ugh. Can you two just stop!” Damian yelled “I’m getting sick. Of you!”

“Nah. I think we can torture you a little more, demon. Auch! Dick, get the fuck off me!”

Y/N sighed deeply and shook her head. They were never going to change. And despite everything it was the reason why she loved all of them so much. Her reverie was interrupted when she heard the sound of key twisted in the lock.

“Miss Y/N? Is everything all right? I heard you scream and ….”

“I’m fine Alfred, thank you. Would you mind if I come up? Or would that be the violation of the rules?”

“Master Wayne can be excessive, we all know that. I’ve just made tea.” He motioned for her to come with him. Thank god for Alfred.

***

It was 3 a.m. and they weren’t back yet. That was weird. Normally a patrol did not take this long. For the last two hours Y/N was trying her best to fall asleep but instead found herself tossing and turning in the sheets missing Jason’s embrace and his warmth. Even the chamomile tea Alfred made for her did not help. She groaned in frustration feeling her heartbeat fastening. All of a sudden her head got flooded with the thought she has been forcing out of her system for the last two weeks. Bruce was right from the beginning. She was erratic and scatterbrained. She was distracted and nervous. He knew. He knew from the very beginning, even before her. Funny, since it was her organism who was sending warning signals she was purposefully ignoring. Until now. She felt like she was suffocating, her hands shaking, her head spinning and breathing was becoming a problem.

“What…. the hell?” she stumbled out of bed. Once again, it was 3 a.m. and suddenly she felt the rush of energy in her veins and needed something, anything to do before going completely crazy. So she got up and quickly walked to the kitchen hoping there were some dirty dishes or anything to clean up and keep herself busy. Unfortunately, Alfred made sure everything was cleaned before he went to bed. Damn! What’s your next great idea, Y//N? she though. Books, library! Great! That would keep her occupied.

Boys came back an hour later, exhausted, all of them just dreaming about going to bed. Jason in particular. He needed Y/N. He needed her next to him. When he did not find her in bed he freaked out. Like never before and raised an alarm like never before. Was she taken? Was she attacked? Was she hurt, injured, held captive or in pain? He was already reaching for his gun when Tim stopped him from rushing out the manor in his rage. He found her in the library, sitting on the floor, tomes and tomes splattered all over the floor while she was pacing nervously all over the place.

“Y/N.” Jason’s eyes opened wide at her flustered state “what are you doing?”

“Tidying up.” She smiled nervously and giggled. She giggled! Now Jason knew something was terribly, terribly wrong “I couldn’t sleep and though why not. I mean, I could have chosen to do some workout instead but figured that cleaning would be more useful. Or… maybe I should have cleaned up the bedroom instead. I mean, it’s been a while since I did. And the bathroom. Or perhaps I should have worked on that new IT software for Wayne Enterprises, I am way past deadline and HR is going to kill me if…..”

Jason took one stride into her and grabbed her shaking hands.

“Y/N. Please, please, calm down. What is happening?” her eyes were all over the place, everywhere but on him “Hey, you’re scaring me. Look at me.” His voice got a bit more commanding tone than intended but it worked as her terrified gaze fixed on him.

“Breathe with me” he spoke calmly pulling her to sit down on the floor, pushing some books away to make place for them “All right. Just…. breathe. In and out. That is good.” He gave her a couple minutes to regulate her hitched breath before speaking again “What happened?”

“I…. I don’t know.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“For like two weeks…..”

“TWO WEEKS!” he yelled and he jumped “Sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone? But mostly me?”

“It wasn’t that bad….”

“Mhm, sure. That’s what I said after resurrecting. It wasn’t that bad. And everyone knew I was lying.”

“Jace.”

“Hm?”

“You never said that. If anything, you were always underlying you were through hell. And no one denied that.”

“Exactly, Y/N. I’ve been through hell. And that is why I know precisely how a person going through it look like.”

“How? How does such person look like?”

“Like you at this moment. Was it a panic attack? Anxiety?” he cupped her cheek tracing her cheek. “Tell me.”

“You are giving me anxiety right now asking so many question.”

“Sorry baby. Do you need a hug?”

“Yes, please.” She nodded weakly and he just wrapped his arms around her pulling her into the comfort of his embrace.

“Whatever caused this, whoever caused this” he groaned “you are safe now. Everything is fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“What about you?” she muttered against his chest

“Me?” that was surprising “what about me?”

“Will you make sure no one hurts you, again. Or will you just be your reckless self?”

“Wait. Is that the reason…..?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. “ she sighed deeply “Partially. I guess I just had too much on my plate. Dealing with work and vigilantism and my restless brain seeing all the possibilities and missed opportunities. I guess my mind just decided to remind me all the mistakes and traumas from the last ten years.”

“No surprise you broke. Bruce gave a hell lot of traumas to all of us. But hey, on the bright side, you survived all of them.”

“Since when are you optimistic?”

“Ugh, your right. It so out of character. I should cut on my time with Dick, his attitude is rubbing off on me.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. He won’t let you live through it” she laughed “hey, let go of me” she winced when Jason started to tickle her.

“Better?”

“I think so. But you know what” she ruffled his hair playfully “I like it when you smile. I missed that happy face.”

“Are you trying to tell me something babe?” he leaned toward her clearly going in for a kiss

“Nope.” She put a finger on his lips “I’m not going to wipe it off your face.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow “you’re gonna make me work for it?”

“You know me all too well.”

“Fine.” He sighed “I’ll give you 5 seconds of head start. Start running kitty. Because when I catch you, I’m not letting you out easily.”

“5 seconds?? Jason Peter Todd!”

“One…..”

“I hate you.” she turned around and rushed out of the library, avoiding all the books left on the floor in her anxiety haze.

“Five.” Was he cheating? Yes, definitely. But the game was on and he could not stop thinking about catching her and just having her all to himself.

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sydsaint · 2 years ago

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My quick overview of Money in the Bank! Overall, it was a pretty good show. 7/10⭐

‼️MITB 2023 SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

So happy that Iyo won the women's match. Love her 💜 Zoey was my sleeper pick to 2 win but I don't quite think she's ready yet. Trish is making her better every week tho. Iyo and Bayley are gonna have some drama now. I know it! The handcuff spot ending was great! I loved the creativity. Zelina showed out with that Code Red from the top of the ladder. And all the ladies where serving this their gear. As they should.

Gunther kicked Riddles ass, as he should. The match was good and Gunther looked great as always. Drew coming back was the highlight of that segment. He and Gunther are gonna kick the crap out of one another soon. And I honestly see Drew as the one to dethrone Gunther. Perhaps with some help from The Brawling Brutes again since Vinci and Kaiser are still a factor.

Surprise ! John Cena showed up and hinted that Mania may be in London in the future. My Aussie husband Grayson showed up and he and Cena had a good promo battle. Possible Cena/Grayson match in the future?? Because I'd love to see that when Grayson's leg is good to go. Grayson had a killer shirt on as always. That's one more to add to my wardrobe when I've got money.

Finn and Seth put on a banger match. Kinda wished it was Demon! Finn tho. Judgment Day is so clearly gonna break up soon and I am all for it. Finn needs to be free of the shit Rhea and Dom have going on. So does Damian. Personally, I think that Finn should start tagging with JD McDonagh and Damian should get a singles run.

Not a huge Cody fan but he kicked Dom's annoying ass so yay Cody! The match was okay. I've always found Cody kinda eh. And Dom's character with Rhea is just annoying.

Didn't really care for the tag match until Shayna pulled a GOATED move and smacked Rhonda up. Hopefully this either means Rhonda is gonna be gone for a while or Shayna is gonna give her the work in a full match/fued. Also, I'm happy for Liv getting the belt back. Don't really care for Raquel 🫠

Bloodline Civil War was a great match! Jimmy and Jey both showed out and proved that Roman is slowly becoming irrelevant. Loved seeing my man Solo kick ass! (even if it was his bro's ass😭) That's my man and I can't wait for him to drop Roman and get back on the same page with his bros. Romans's time on top is coming to an end and I can't wait for him to drop the belts. I'm a shield stan for life. But that man has become so bland both with his promos and his in-ring work. It's time for someone else to have the belt and be on top. I 100% think that Jey should be the one to dethrone him. Poetic Justice if you will.

The men's ladder match was 🔥🔥🔥. Shoutout to my man Ricochet for putting Logan through that table with that amazing spot. Shinsuke and Butch both looked really solid in the match. Hopefully, they'll let Shin get more screen time. (also let Pat come back. I miss him jamming out to Shin's music) Logan was okay in the match. His ring work is getting better. He works well as a heel and I loved the boys all ganging up on him. (not a Logan hater. Just thought it was funny) Damian did solid work. He was my sleeper pick and I didn't mind him winning. Though my husband LA Knight should HAVE WON THE MATCH!! Triple H will be hearing from my therapist. Papa Trip hinted after the show that Knight is gonna get a push soon because of all the attention he's getting. I can see him going after Austin's US championship since Theory's run is dry as hell and it's about time he dropped the belt.

Extra random thoughts.

Wade Barrett looked fine as fuck in that pink blazer. I'm obsessed and in love 😍

The Sami and Kevin segment was great. Love my chaotic BFFs

Rhea needs to drop the title already. Cuz girl ain't doing shit with the locker room.

Asuka V Iyo outta be 🔥🔥

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icyymocha · 4 years ago

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Somewhat brotherly love?

Warnings: None

Pairings: Jason x GN! Reader ft. Mentioned Dick, Tim, Duke, and Damian

Summary: Y/n tries to make Jason admit that he cares about his brothers, Jason tries to deny it with causal tones

Word Count: 843

“You know for a person who acts like an asshole, quiet and has sometimes rude manners, you’re awe fully chaotic when it comes to showing your brothers how much you love them, even when you try to be subtle about it.” Y/n grinned when they entered the room seeing Jason cleaning. The raven-haired man looked like he was in thought while he used a cloth to clean his weapons. His feet were on the table as he leaned back into his chair, feeling relaxed for the first time in forever. There were many weapons that lay on his desk arranging from knives to guns to explosives.

“And what makes you say that doll?” Jason turns around and swiftly punctuates a code, the cool steel of a vault opening. Grabbing each weapon in its rightful place, he made sure they are securely put in place along with the safety kit.

“Well, for one thing, you managed to help Damian get away from the ticking bomb near one of Gotham City’s most dangerous neighborhoods, and even then, you even helped patch his wounds for him.” His ears perked at the sound of his lover chuckling at the memory. If it weren’t for them, Jason would’ve gotten a few stab wounds from Damian’s katana in the bat cave when he tried to help the demon child with his wounds and injuries.

“‘S nothing,” Jason mumbled. Shrugging off the somewhat brotherly act of love between him and ‘demon child’ as Jason likes to call for Damian.

“Oh? Then how about that one time where you helped Tim with his science project and his ‘friends’ who were supposed to help him were actually lazy asses? Y’know, when you stepped up and begin beating and threatening to scare them away in the hallways at Tim’s school?” Jason rolled his eyes at the so-called friends Tim used to have. He should’ve told that nerd to not befriend them in the first place, it was a good thing Tim was smart enough to reject them the last time they wanted to use him.

“Yes but anyone who has a brain would’ve stepped up and talked some sense into those douchebags,” Jason grumbled. He stood up to open one of the locked closets behind him, with quick movements, Jason opens the closet to find some of his more favorite weaponry to use in any situation. His favorite, the .45 firearms.

While walking behind Jason’s working station, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Jason stiffed at the innocent hug but melted in your touch. The young man placed his firearms back into the sealed closet before turning around and hugging you.

“Hmm, then what about Duke then? When he first came as a support for Batman, or that time where you helped him get used to being in the bat family?” Nuzzling your face into Jason’s chest, Jason scoffed as you grinned at the man in your arms.

“And if I remember correctly, you showed him the ways of ‘The Old Fashion way of Jason’ of the time you decided to help Dick with Duke’s training?” Jason grabbed your hands that fit like a missing puzzle piece in his, caressing it.

“It was nothing. He was a newbie to this whole superhero thing,” Jason grumbled, looking away. You didn’t need to know that the Arkham Knight is flustered. You imagined that the tip of his ears turned pink at your words.

“Okay….Then perhaps this would make you admit that you actually care about your brothers Jay.”

“Remembered when Dick came to visit the Manor when he was off duties at the tower of Teen Titans?”

“It was very simple yet it held so much meaning to Dick ever since you came to visit him on his birthday and gift him a little present.

I should’ve recorded the funny scene with the two eldest brothers not admitting they care for each other. H—hey! Don’t glare at me, you know I’m right!—you couldn’t even look at Dick or anyone else after that brotherly moment!”

If anything Jason is stubborn as a bull. He knows, you know, what you said was true. Even though Jason has a rough past that made him built a thick wall around his fragile heart, he could never fully hate on his brothers. After all those fights, those tears, the laughs, Jason loves them all wholeheartedly. Even when there are some times where all of them, if not most of them, are a pain in the ass.

“I guess…I admit I do somewhat care for them—“

“Suuureeee. You somewhat care for them,” you smirked up at him. Jason gave you a hearty glare.

“Shut up, they’re still a pain in my ass doll,” Jason sighs as he hugs you just a little bit tighter. You giggled. It was enough for you to take that as an answer out of him. Maybe just maybe, he’ll admit it on his own in the future, but for now, Jason is comfortable letting his not so subtle subtle acts of care for his brothers.

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hintofelation99 · 4 years ago

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Since Thanksgiving is coming up soon how about the fam gets force invited to dinner by some random relatives who they don't talk to and it ends up a battle of the the two families trying to show each other up and it ends in a fire and tears.

It’s been a good minute since I got this (I’ve been rlly busy with moving and preparing for the holidays so I’ve mostly doing text posts bc those are super quick) but I do adore this. As someone who’s from a loud, chaotic, and at times even shameless, southern (US) family I’ve seen some pretty wild thanksgivings. From my sisters hair catching on fire to my aunt yelling ‘fuck’ as she accidentally throws a ketchup bottle across the room, it can be a lot. And I’d imagine that’d only be amplified for the bats.

They’d probably invite over the full family. Like obviously Bruce and Alfred would be there. And the five Robins (I will always count Duke as a robin even if canon doesn’t, and yes Ik leading the ‘we are robin’ movement is different but shush he’s earned it). And the batgirls. Of course Kate will come and she’ll bring Reneé. No matter what terms Bruce and Selina are on, Selina always goes to support her kids (she will fight anyone who says they aren’t hers). And since Reneé and Selina come the other partners are coming. In my mind this means Wally, Roy, and Kon. Kon is dropped of by Clark, who relents to Jon’s constant begging and ends up staying for an hour with his sons. Bart runs over a few times, each time Barry is close behind making him leave. Cassie and Cissie drop by for a bit, and are later picked up by Diana, Oliver, and Dinah. Oliver and Dinah leave with Cissie after chatting for a bit. Diana and Cassie end up staying (because Jason has surprisingly good puppy dog eyes). And Donna ends up coming. Dick decides to invite his new friend Lucas (aka Midnighter) who of course brings Andrew (aka Apollo). They also invite Zatanna who brings Constantine (he, Jason, and Roy get along like fire and gasoline). Harley and Ivy show up, both invited by one of the Robins, which one is still up for debate. And honestly the guests keep coming. All in civvies and all in high spirits. It’s chaotic but somehow manageable. That is until Bruce’s extended family arrives. That’s when suddenly all of the ‘I am a hero who regularly saves the world’ turns into ‘oh fuck gotta be normal’.

The first ‘error’ comes when Constantine tries to talk about his love life with Bruce’s usually quiet great, great aunt Hilda. Because apparently Hilda has interesting responses to things like “he was a real shark in the sheets” and “you can only imagine the hate sex you have after the demon you sent to hell gets out”. That response being “You think that’s intense? Have you ever bought an entire cruise ship and 200 pounds of cake for your book club?” (Constantine later joins that book club). That night Bruce learns that sweet aunt Hilda has rather unique interests.

The second ‘error’ is leaving Steph and Tim in charge of the younger cousins. Because they end up starting a cult. On accident of course.

‘Error’ number 3 is letting Lucas and Clark speak to great uncle Joey who is apparently homophobic. That ends in Lucas locking Joey in a closet. According to Lucas it’s symbolic, Andrew says it’s childish but still supports his partner.

‘Error’ 4 is letting Bart speak to the oldest family member, Aunt Edna. She ends up adoring Bart and giving him tons of cookies, this leads to a speedster on a sugar high. Kon and Cassie spend most of their day trying to keep Barts identity a secret, they ask Tim for help but he’s busy leading his new followers. Edna quickly realizes that Bart is a speedster but she doesn’t care/say anything, she finds him adorable.

‘Error’ 5 is leaving Jason and Diana unsupervised. They create an hour long PowerPoint on the Odyssey. A PowerPoint that they present before dinner.

But the biggest error is not locking up Damian’s sword. The sword that he and Jon use to play a blood pressure raising game of sword tag with and that they use to cut everything. At one point they even use it to cut butter. Bruce is not amused. Jon is very amused.

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thefrathousesystem · 3 years ago

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Some batfam hcs that keep me breathing in a good way

(I'm on a roll, woo!) I have a lot of HCs for the batfamily, and each individual kid/adult in said batfamily. Dick: - He's always down for cuddles. - When people admire his physique, he uses it as fuel cause body positivity go brrr. - He tries to be hip with the kids but he sometimes talks like how he did in the 90s and so he blames Bruce for ruining his vocabulary. He's even slowly starting to resort to dad jokes and bad puns. Jason and Tim record those times where Dick can't say anything modern. - I don't care if this is already a thing, Dick is the momma bird to his siblings when Bruce is away on business/in space. - His cooking is terrible so Alfred banned him from the kitchen. Jason: - The Devil reincarnated, most of the time Tim starts any other argument-turned-into-a-fight but sometimes, just a few times, Jason is the reason. He pretends that Tim started it though. - Surprisingly, his hugs are greater than Dick's, so when he offers a hug you better get it and cherish every moment of it because they're often rare. If he really needs a hug though, he'll lay in your arms because physical touch helps with a possible incoming mental breakdown or panic attack. - In my opinion he's stronger than most of the boys while being on par with Bruce, so he'd be the one to often do one trip when it comes to the groceries being taken out of the family van. - Speaking of muscles, he and Bruce have this tournament on who can get the most buff by the end of the year. So far they're at a tie again. - Alfred saw the culinary potential in Jason while he was young, so Jason knows quite a lot of Alfred's recipes and keeps them as a secret. His cooking is to die for too, which is why everyone looks to Jason for breakfast/lunch/dinner while Alfred is away. Tim: - Yep, he's a sarcastic, coffee-consuming tech-wizard feral gremlin but he's a sweetheart if you get to know him, which can happen if you either have an interest in what he's ranting about or give him offerings which would mostly be coffee, energy drinks, food, or useful information about a case. - He's the king of staying awake for a month straight, no one can best him in a competition. The only other son to nearly get close enough was Jason out of sheer willpower and rage. - Can't sleep? Tim is always awake so he'll be alright if you chill with him until you're tired enough. - Alfred has caught him on many occasions during the middle of the night making his 10th cup of coffee, and speaking of staying up all night, you best be wary of the hallways throughout the manor because it's widely believed that Tim goes feral after his 11th night of staying awake. - He radiates chaotic dumbass vibes while being the smart one, so if he's out on patrol as Red Robin while having no sleep at all, you best keep him on a leash because he will try to see if he can fly. Damian: - Surprisingly enough, Jason holds the Devil reincarnated title but Damian is a little demon or in Tim's case, an eldritch horror either way. - He can watch so many scary movies at any given moment and not once be disturbed about it. Superman may be the man of steel but Damian holds the title of 'Nerves Of Steel' with pride, which also has him have an advantage of inhaling Scarecrow's toxins. It's rare to see Damian express fear which is by far the most suppressed emotion, so if Damian is scared then something is very wrong. - I know this is already a thing, but Damian is great with animals and even greater with children younger than him. He won't express it, but he is greatly honored when he gets to hold a baby with the parents' consent. - We love a rabid gremlin willing to fight more to protect his family. - The other three have a special sort of interaction with Damian, so they all have a differing opinion on him.

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batsandbugs · 4 years ago

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The Great IKEA Game

A/N: Thank you all so much for your wonderful love and support as I wrote this. I have had so much fun writing this story, and I fully intend to do more in this wonderful universe I somehow constructed, but for now this is the end. Enjoy!

Chapter 13: Blacktop Confrontations

Dick didn’t resist Tim’s insistent pulling, as the IKEA doors slid open. The clean, cool, air giving way to oppressive and muggy late May heat. Jason appeared at his back, a self-satisfied grin on his face, nerf gun slung on his shoulder.

“We are never following your suggestions for family bonding time ever again,” grumbled Tim, blinking in the mid afternoon’s bright sun.

Dick winced. This hadn’t been his best idea, but it turned out alright in the end, hadn’t it? He knew they were lucky to escape this mess without too many consequences.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jason smirked. “I think this was Dickie’s best bad idea yet.”

“Do you realize the number of problems we caused?” complained Tim, completely ignoring Jason. “PR will have my head for this, all our heads actually. I saw people filming us! This will be on social media before the hour is out. And don’t get me started on what Bruce will do.”

“Bruce will be happy we’re getting along,” Dick offered weakly. Which, you know, he would, if getting along didn’t also come attached to media scandals and a large bill. But Dick preferred to look on the upside here.

Tim pinned him with a stare. “No, no he won’t. And the only reason we might, I repeat, might have a chance at mitigating how much a fit he’ll throw is because he’s on another planet halfway across the galaxy.”

“That’s if Alfie doesn’t have our heads first,” Jason said, his previous grin tempered with the idea of what their long-suffering butler-grandfather would do. Lock them out of the cave? Subject them to his waffles? The patented Pennyworth look of I’m Not Mad I’m Just Disappointed?

Dick shuddered.

“That too,” said Tim.

They approached the car, an older model Toyota that generally sat unused in the garage. It wasn’t often they traveled as a group unless it involved cape activities, in which case everyone split themselves between the batmobile and their respective cycles, or a fancy upscale event requiring the limo’s use.

Dick reached into his pocket, to hit nothing but air and lint, and groaned.

“Fucking hell!”

Jason raised a brow. “What’s the matter?”

“The French girl stole my keys.” Then, remembering the interaction which played out between them, “And my phone.”

“Mine too, plus my wallet and knife,” grumbled Jason, twiddling with the trigger on the nerf gun.

Tim bit his lip, turning a thought over in his mind. “I thought I lost my phone in the fire’s chaotic aftermath, but I do remember bumping into a girl on my way to the back office.”

“Fire?” Dick asked. “What fire?” He was ignored.

“Congratulations world’s second greatest detective,” drawled Jason. “An untrained opportunistic civilian managed to pickpocket you.”

Tim shifted back and forth on his feet, barefoot against the parking lot blacktop. “And what’s your excuse?”

Jason rolled his eyes, “Oh shut it. They had me tied up. Plus, demon spawn probably would have ripped my head off.” He snurled his nose. “He’s head over heels for the chick.”

Dick’s concern about Tim and the fire took a back seat to this revelation. “Wait… what!?” Damian… had a crush? “Really?” he asked, once he’d caught his breath. “I find that hard to believe. Teaming up with her is one thing, but having a crush…”

Jason shook his head. “Dickie, you didn’t see them.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “I chased her through half the store, I’m pretty sure I did.”

“No, no, see them together. He defended her, called her by her first name, and deferred to her when she told him to stop insulting me,” Jason informed them, growing more and more frantic by the word.

Dick admitted that sounded like a crush. Damian showed similar tendencies around Raven before she and Garfield found themselves in a relationship.

“You’re making shit up,” Tim scoffed.

“I’m not! The little demon brat is either in love or bewitched!”

Jason’s words rang in his mind. Bewitched. “She does have magic,” Dick stated. “That’s how she knocked out the store’s electricity.” It was a common problem no matter how hard they trained, or how well they prepared they were always at risk of falling to powers they could not combat.

Damian may be fierce, but if he was under a spell…

Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, who’d want to bewitch Damian into a relationship? The brat’s an intolerable little shit on his best days.”

“I don’t know!” exclaimed Jason. “Someone crazy enough to take part in his sadistic little plans to torture us!”

“Both of you quit it,” Dick snapped, a rising headache forming at the neck’s base. How had he become the collected and responsible one here? Out of the corner of his eye, Tim shifted again and realized how painful it must be standing still on the scorching blacktop. “And Tim, sit on the hood, you’ll burn the soles of your feet at this rate.”

“Oh, so you’d rather I burn my ass off,” sniped Tim, but he jumped on the car’s hood. The bottom of his feet, a bright cherry red that would probably need checking over at home.

“You gotta admit, it’s one of your least attractive features,” teased Jason.

“Your face is your least attractive feature.”

“Really?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow. “I always thought it was the autopsy scars.”

Dick clapped loudly, and both his brothers startled enough to stop snarking at each other. “If you could both focus on the bigger issue here; how are we getting home? If French girl-”

“Marinette, apparently,” sneered Jason.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Okay, Marinette took the keys. How are we getting in the car?”

Jason picked up his leg and slid the sole away from his boot. “Bitch took my knife but not my lock picks.” He held a small lock pick set between his hands.

Tim crossed his legs, raising an eyebrow. “So… what? You’ll break into the car and use shoestrings and lint to hotwire it?”

Jason knelt by the car door. “I’ve been breaking into cars before you could walk Timbo.”

“Jason” Tim started slowly. Dick sighed; this would end up in another fight, wasn’t it? “Even if you could get in without tripping the alarm, which you can’t.” Jason’s face twitched. “You’d have to undo the entire console to reach the wires, which are kept in place by Wayne anti-theft tech.” He pinned Jason with a stare. “Vigilante stress-tested and approved.”

Jason scoffed a very Damian-like sound. “Pfft. So?”

“Large enough electric shock to render even you unconscious, especially without the proper equipment.”

Jason paused a moment, glaring at Tim in frustration, before leaning his head against the car door with a long-suffering sigh. “We don’t use this fucking car for anything!”

Dick rested a consoling hand on Jason’s shoulder. “When has that ever mattered in this family.”

“Oh no, no, no, don’t you include me in this family’s paranoid bullshit. I’m the normal one,” he said, sticking the lockpicks back in the hidden compartment. Dick felt it was kinder to let his brother continue living in a fantasy world where any of them could be considered, “normal”.

Tim, however, did not have that same consideration.

“You have at least four safe houses in Gotham alone, five money caches, a dozen weapons depots, more fake identities and passports than even Bruce, and you triple check your locks before you go to the bathroom. And you claim you’re normal?”

Jason glared. “You little shit, now I need to establish more safehouses.”

Tim perked up. “I found all of them?”

Jason grunted and leveled the nerf gun at Tim, shooting a foam dart right at his head. Tim leaned to the side, the projectile flying clean over his shoulder.

Tim glared. “Why did you take that stupid gun anyhow? Your real artillery cash is larger than the contents of some country’s entire stockpiles.”

Jason smirked. “True. But I didn’t have a nerf gun. I could wave this around the manor, and the old man wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it!” Jason crowed, with a manic smile.

Dick sighed. Of course, that’s where Jason’s thinking went; ‘what was the best way to piss Bruce off?’ “Jay, one, you already do that with your normal guns, you never care about the consequences. And two, what on earth makes you think Alfred will let you bring that inside the manor?”

Jason scoffed. “Please, like Alfred doesn’t have several shotguns hidden around the house. This is a nerf gun; totally harmless.”

“The fact it’s a toy gun won’t bother him, just the amount of chaos you cause with it,” mumbled Dick, leaning against the car. The sun beat down on his head and he shucked off his jacket. It was long past noon, but the weather was still hot and muggy and unbearable on the coast. Especially with no chance of air conditioning in sight.

“The real concern is what happens when Steph gets her hands on it,” mused Tim.

Jason’s eye twitched. “Well, that won’t happen, because blondie will keep her hands to herself if she knows what’s good for her.” He stroked the plastic toy’s barrel with the same reverence as he did his normal weapons. Dick would call it concerning if it didn’t even make the top twenty things about Jason’s personality he did find concerning.

Tim rolled his eyes again and tapped his fingers angrily against the car’s hood.

“Stop that,” complained Jason.

Tim didn’t. “What? I need something to do since without a phone I can’t mitigating the damage we caused.”

“You’re way too addicted to that thing.”

“Well, excuse me for having a day job that keeps us in spandex and Kevlar.”

Dick groaned, ignoring their banter. “Dami knows he won, right?” he asked. “What’s taking him so long?”

Jason shrugged. “Like you said, the little shit could be bewitched. The French chick could have kidnapped him.”

Tim threw up his hands. “Oh well he’s gone, c’est la vie. He’ll be missed, etcetera, etcetera. Let’s find a good Samaritan and see if we can phone Alfie for a ride back.” He moved to slide off the car hood before Dick stopped him.

Dick stared in horror. “Tim that’s our little brother!”

“They set me on fire!” Tim snarked back.

“Tt. Do not be ridiculous Drake.” Dick startled, Jason and Tim doing the same, and turned around. Damian and Marinette approached the group. Dick hadn’t seen his brother since the morning and in that time he’d managed to completely change his outfit, dishevel his hair out of his normal severe style, and picked up a pair of glasses. The two victors casually walking side by side, holding ice cream in hand and looked pleased.

Damian continued. “We set fire around you, and merely signed your person in the process. It was controlled, you were in no actual harm. Unfortunately.”

“Ahh… the victorious bastards return,” drawled Jason, fidgeting with the nerf gun. “Tell me, little liar, did you place demon spawn here under a spell? Interested parties only moderately care if the answer is yes.”

The young woman looked unimpressed with his question. Damian, on the other hand, snarled, his grip tightening on his ice cream, the vanilla treat dripping onto his hand in the hot summer sun. “Fuck off Todd, Marinette has done nothing of the sort.”

“What?” drawled Tim. “Only looking out for your best interests baby bro.”

“My powers aren’t capable of that. I affect situational outcomes, and even then my input is loose and non-directional.” Dick didn’t think magic worked like that but also didn’t know enough to say it didn’t work like that. “So, no, I did not place your brother under a spell.” By the end, she stood right before Jason shooting him a pissed glare.

Damian placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly inched her back. “You have explained the situation to my satisfaction, you owe these cretins no such considerations.”

The young woman pulled herself back and huffed, calming herself. “No, no, Damian. They’re right. They don’t know me, all they’ve seen is me do magic, steal their things, and run away from them. They have a right to be concerned.” She offered her hand in Jason’s direction. “I’m Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Jason scoffed and turned away. Tim looked like he would get off the car, but Dick sent him a firm glare, and his younger brother stayed put. Dick walked forward, not taking the proffered hand. Marinette dropped it, slightly disappointed, but resigned. Damian, on the other hand, inched towards explosive.

Not a good sign his little brother wasn’t under a spell.

Still, good manners were a top priority Alfred drilled into them and returned the greeting. “Nice to meet you Marinette. It’s not every day you find someone who can keep up with us.” He threw a pointed glance at Damian, hoping for a short, if not informative, explanation as to why she could keep up with them.

Damian merely raised an eyebrow and smirked in a way indicating he didn;t intend to tell Dick anything. Damn it.

“Can I have my phone back?” yelled Tim from atop the car. “I’m assuming you’re the one who took my phone.” He observed the woman with scanning eyes, his default mode for anything new that stumbled into Tim’s orbit.

Marinette flushed, reaching into her purse. “Yes, yes I did. You need to work on your situational awareness.” She pulled out a collection of phones, wallets, and the car keys.

“I had plenty situational awareness, little liar,” sneered Jason. The woman’s face twitched at the term. Funny. The rest of their standoffish behavior hadn’t affected her. “You cowards tied me up!”

“We trapped you fair and square,” said Damian, rolling his eyes.

“With lies and trickery!” spat Jason

“Completely within the game’s rules?” Marinette asked sweetly. Damian nodded, and she shrugged at Jason with a ‘what-can-you-do-about-it’ face. Jason sneered and swiped his phone, wallet, and the car keys out of her hands. He turned to Dick, “I’m driving.”

Dick shrugged, figuring that was not a fight worth having, at least it wasn’t Tim arguing to drive – his god-awful road rage would kill them before they hit the city. He grabbed his own phone and wallet and tossed Tim his phone. His younger brother caught it with ease. He stroked it like Jason did his guns; the behavior also not making the top twenty things concerning Dick about Tim – the first eight alone having to do with Tim’s utter disregard to his own health and wellbeing.

“You have good technique.” Dick chose to say to Marinette. “Your acting could have been subtler.”

The woman ducked her head at the comment, a guilt-tinged smile on her face. “I was trying to make you notice, not escape your attention completely.”

“Well, you succeeded.” The utter bafflement, and not the least bit of rage, he felt at her deception lingered in the back of his mind. It made sense his brother would be attracted to someone who caused chaos as easily as he did.

“Obviously she succeeded,” Damian commented, coming behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “She showed more brain cells concerning strategical, misdirection, and physical skills in the past few hours than you three miscreants combined.” Dick didn’t know whether to squeal because; look – his baby brother was flirting! Or roll his eyes, because ugh- his baby brother was flirting.

The girl blushed but didn’t pull away. “Thanks, Damian. I’m glad this turned out to be a fun afternoon.” Marinette glanced at her phone and paled. “I need to go, the bus will be here soon. It was really nice to meet you all!”

“Can’t say the same,” grumbled Jason. Damian tightened at his words and Dick prepared himself to jump in if necessary.

But Marinette brushed off his brusqueness. She turned to Damian with an embarrassed smile. “Oh, there is one more thing I wanted to know…”

“Yes?” asked Damian.

“You never told me your last name? Grayson, Todd, Drake, something else? I’m assuming not Drake, but…” she trailed off. Damian stood in front of her with eyes wide and panicked.

Oh.

This would be fun.

Tim reacted first. “Wait!” he exclaimed, jumping off the car. “Wait, wait, wait, wait.” He stalked closer to Damian, who hadn’t moved an inch since Marinette’s question. “You’re telling me, you, Damian ‘Blood is the only thing that matters. Peasants bow before me. Father, dispose of the unworthy interlopers.’ didn’t tell her your last name?!”

“Jump off a cliff Drake,” Damian snarled through clenched teeth.

“Oh nah, kiddo,” Jason said with a malicious grin spreading across his face. “Go on, introduce yourself to the pretty girl.”

“I hate you all with undying passion.”

Dick stretched to ruffle his baby brother’s hair. Good god, the kid was getting tall. “No, you don’t, you love us.”

“No. I hate you. I’m returning to my mother,” his younger brother whined.

Marinette reached and rested her hand on Damian’s arm. “Damian…” she simply said, raising a brow. Such a look shouldn’t do much of anything; Damian regularly did what he wanted when he wanted, but the younger man deflated like a balloon under the woman’s touch.

“Wayne. It’s Wayne. The only blood son of Bruce Wayne. You know... the billionaire that owns half of Gotham.” Dick had never seen Damian so nervous to introduce himself as Bruce’s son before. Normally, he took a ridiculous amount of pride in being a Wayne.

A small part of Dick couldn’t resist the years of training in paranoia. Damian may have been insistent on Marinette casting a spell over him, Dick wouldn’t let the idea go. Not yet.

“We don’t own that much,” corrected Tim with an impish smile. “Maybe like… a quarter of it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, before settling into a knowing smile. “Of course, I’ve seen you all in a few magazines before. My English reading skills were shakier back then, so I didn’t connect the names.” She placed her hands on her hips, the picture of a person Damian found interesting enough to partner with for the whole afternoon.

“Did you honestly think your last name would make me treat you any differently?”

Damian shrugged lightly, trying to maintain a superior air, and failing miserably at it. Dick wanted so badly to fish out his newly returned phone and take pictures but figured his brother was already embarrassed enough.

“Tt. Well, it has occurred before.”

She rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side. Pausing for a moment. She peered at Damian before hugging him. Her tiny arms wrapping around Damian’s middle and her face buried into his chest. Dick blinked in shock; even he realized spontaneous affection and Damian mixed about as well as oil and water.

But instead of a knife or a rough shove, Damian’s arms settle firmly around Marinette’s shoulders.

“I didn’t know demon brat was capable of giving non-coerced hugs,” staged whispered Jason. Damian’s hackles rose, and the ex-assassin sent a kill-worthy glare at Jason, but he didn’t disengage from the hug.

Marinette pulled away, just an inch or so, but enough that Damian’s hands dropped from her shoulder to her waist. “We’ll keep in touch. It was a pleasure to meet you, Damian.”

Damian grinned, small and slightly sarcastic. “Most people do not express the same.”

The woman laughed, a bright and cheery smile; Dick knew it felt like gold to a besotted young adult. And Damian’s face showed it. “Well, I’m not most people,” she responded. She glanced over to Dick and his other two brothers who stood silently shocked over to the side. “And nice to meet all of you too. No hard feelings, I hope. It was only a game after all.”

Her slight smirk did not grant Dick any comfort. Jason shot her the middle finger, diving into the passenger seat before Damian retaliated, and Tim gave a little wave before following and slipping into the passenger seat. Great. Now it fell to him to make nice with Damian’s crush.

“Sorry about them, it’s been a long day. Good game, it was nice to meet you Marinette,” he said, pulling out his most convincing attitude. It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth either.

Judging from the way Damian’s hands tightened at the woman’s waist he knew it. The smile on Marinette’s face didn’t quite reach her eyes; she knew it too.

Marinette pulled away from Damian’s grasp, laying her hand on his arm again, before whispering into his little brother’s ear. Damian’s face turned from shocked to amused and settled on a genuine smile. He nodded, and the girl turned and walked away with another wave and a happy, “Avoir une bonne après-midi.”

“Toi aussi ange!” his brother shouted back.

She turned around and shot him the middle finger with a laugh. His brother’s lips twitched in glee, and it was such a normal, open, emotional expression it left Dick breathless.

Damian had a crush.

His little brother was growing up.

Damn, he would be so disappointed if this Marinette girl turned out to be bad news.

Dick walked over and slung an arm around Damian’s shoulder. “Congrats on the win Lil’ D. Seems you had a fun time.”

Damian roughly shoved him away, the dopey smile melted off his face like morning fog into the afternoon sun. “You have the absolute worst ideas, Grayson.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” teased Dick. “I think it worked out for you.”

Damian didn’t respond to that, causing Dick to inch in closer. His baby brother seemed to be in a good mood, but that could change on a dime, and Dick didn’t want a knife pressed to his stomach today.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could run tests in the cave before patrol.” Damian kept his eyes to the distance watching Marinette trek her way across the parking lot before she disappeared out of sight.

“I am perfectly fine Richard,” he said, his voice soft and calm. The same tone Damian used when appreciating a good piece of art, or spending an afternoon lazing with his pets. “As I stated, Marinette explained the scope of her powers to me, everything I feel is…” the young man paused. “I had… fun.”

“That was kinda the game’s point Dames.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “You cretins were not what made it fun.”

“Nah, I guess that would be your little girlfriend?”

Damian scoffed. “She is not my girlfriend, she is… a friend, who happens to be a girl. She proved herself an adequate partner against your combined efforts. A rare find.”

“Woah! Damian, are you giving someone a compliment?”

Damian shoved his shoulder. “I am capable of such, yes.”

Dick sighed. “Alright, as long as you’re sure. She seemed… nice.” No, she seemed like a chaotic little gremlin, and he desperately feared the girl meeting Steph. But with the way Damian acted, Dick doubted this would be the last they saw of the French woman.

Damian smirked. “There are many words I would use to describe Marinette. Nice is a weak and wholly inadequate one.”

“But not untrue?”

Damian hesitated; his hands firmly clenched at his side to prevent fidgeting. “…no.”

A loud honk pierced the air, breaking the conversation.

Jason had the window rolled down and a pair of shades covering his eyes. “If you two losers don’t get in here right now, Timmy and I will leave you behind.” The window rolled back up as Jason revved the engine.

Damian sighed. “Best to not keep Todd waiting.” He turned to the car and slipped into the back seat.

Dick smiled into the sun. Okay, so maybe the day had been a disaster. Maybe they were banned from IKEA for life. And maybe Bruce would have his head for letting things get so out of hand.

But.

His brothers were together, and happy, if not a little inconvenienced from their crazy adventures. It was all Dick wanted for them; to be free and open enough to have fun without the weight of their lives bogging them down. So even if this hadn’t been the smartest idea, it had been a good one.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The car was rolling away. Tim, seated on the passenger side, waved at him as Jason drove past.

Dick ran to catch the accelerating car. “OH, COME ON!” he shouted. Never mind, his brothers were disloyal idiots, and he didn’t know why he tried.

Oh well; he still loved them, even if they were absolute little shits.

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