#Anyway chapter is mostly Alfred centric

[rosedrabbles]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: America/England (Hetalia) Characters: England (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), OC's as needed, Belgium (Hetalia), Japan (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), And probably many more tbd Additional Tags: USUK - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate Watches, Kind of futuristic setting, Self-Harm, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Romance, Kind of office setting, Past France/England - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Human Summary:

Set in a futuristic world where people meet their soulmates by the countdown of their implanted watches, Arthur Kirkland is a current writer for a media outlet, one that specializes in romance and anything soulmate related. He struggles to find passion in his current work, most likely due to his previously failed relationship and his broken watch. Can watches even be broken? Or is it just him?

Finding the answers to these questions might be more than he bargained for as he learns more about the creation of the watches and the people behind them, and perhaps even more about love.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Can we see Alfred and shop girl bonding in the Other Half?💕

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Warnings: Mostly fluffy, with a peppering of angst; Shop Girl has nightmares; this is an Alfred-centric chapter for obvious reasons

“I known Frank twenty years. I do that to him, can you imagine what I’ll do to you?”

The words are drowned by a gunshot, and a cruel laugh—

You’re sitting up and scrambling to turn the lamp on before you can stop yourself. You heave in tight, panicked breaths as your memory still crowds behind your eyes and rings through your ears. You look around the bedroom, and for once, you’re relieved to find Bruce’s side of the bed empty. Ever since you’ve returned to Gotham, he’s been hesitant around you. His worry hasn’t disappeared, but he’s been far more careful about voicing that concern. 

You draw a deep breath in through your nose, forcing yourself to hold it for ten seconds before slowly blowing the air out again. You can feel the panicked pounding of your heart as you begin to adjust to your reality, away from your nightmare. 

You look around the dim room, stomach churning in discomfort at the thought of laying back down and trying to fall back asleep with the memories of the kidnapping so close to the surface. You push the sheets aside, tucking your feet into your slippers and taking your bathrobe up from where you’d hung it over the footboard. You pull it open, yawning widely as you head for the door. 

It’s a short trip to the kitchen, but you’re surprised to find the lights on, and Alfred puttering around. 

“Alfred?” You speak up, voice thick from disuse. You smile a little as he turns to look at you. “Is everything okay?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

You hum softly, walking over to the stove. “I wanted some tea,” You fib. “Would you like some?” 

“I’d be happy to make it.” 

“I don’t mind. You do these things for us all the time. What are you doing up, anyway?” 

“I had trouble getting to sleep, myself.” 

“Really?” You frown, turning to look at him once you’ve put the fire on under the kettle. “Are you alright?” 

“Quite alright,” He reassures with a gentle smile. “I was trying to parse whether or not Master Wayne may want to do anything for Christmas.” 

“Mm,” You nod. “A good question, consider the catastrophe that was Thanksgiving.” 

You walk over to the shelf that Alfred keeps the tea chest. 

“Would you like a biscuit with your tea?” 

“Oh, yes please,” You smile. 

“Has he said anything to you about Christmas?” 

“Not a word. But communication’s been a little…Odd since I got back.” 

“‘Odd’ how?” 

“Mm, well,” You shrug, opening the lid of the tea chest. “I don’t know, I feel like we’ve been tip-toeing around one another.” 

“That is to be expected, even if it’s uncomfortable.” 

“As long as it doesn’t become our normal.” 

“I’m certain you’ll find a way to work through it.” 

You smile as Alfred joins you at the counter with two clean mugs. 

“Thank you. Chamomile?” 

“How you know me,” Alfred chuckles. 

“Two tea bags?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You set the tea bags down in one mug before taking up a packet of sleepy time for yourself. 

“...Alfred?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can I ask…” You trail off, weighing your words as you put the tea chest away again. “When I asked Bruce about whether or not we were doing anything for Thanksgiving, you know—before the fiasco…He seemed to sort of…Glaze over.” 

Alfred purses his lips, considering. 

“The holidays have always been somewhat difficult for Mr. Wayne, but we haven't celebrated Thanksgiving since he was a very small boy.” 

“Oh…” You slouches back against the counter, scrubbing your hand across your forehead. “I wish I had known that. I’m sure this year hasn't sent him scurrying back to the table for turkey.”

“You couldn’t have known unless one of us told you,” Alfred soothes. “And if you consider it another way: the holiday can only get better going forward.” 

“...That’s certainly an optimistic way of looking at it. Though I may just hop on the bandwagon and never celebrate it again.” 

“It would certainly cut down on the dishes.” 

You snort a soft laugh, jokingly whacking his shoulder in admonishment before turning back to the stove, hearing the kettle scream. You fill each mug, glancing back as Alfred sits at the kitchen table with a plate of biscuits. You sit down across from him, passing him his tea before taking up a biscuit.

“...I take it he’s not back yet,” You hedge. 

“No…But it’s early.” 

Early. Your eyes stray to the clock. It’s nearly half past three. You shake your head a little, peering down into your tea and levering the bag in and out as you think. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No,” You insist, “I just, um…Every once in a while I have these flashes to when I met Bruce. It was a little over a year ago now.” 

“I remember.”

“How are the gloves holding up, by the way?” 

“They’re in excellent condition.” 

“I better call my old manager. She’ll be so happy to hear it.”

The two of you share a chuckle before Alfred reaches out, resting his hand atop yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Drink your tea before it goes cold,” You nod toward it. “I know that drives you nuts.” 

“There is nothing worse than a cold cup of tea.” 

“So you keep telling me. What are your opinions on iced tea?” 

“That is an entirely different matter. It’s alright if the tea is cold, so long as it did not start out hot.” 

“Something tells me you’ve thought a lot about this. I’m starting to think this is what really keeps you up at night.”

“More than you could possibly imagine.” 

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Tim Drake: Not-A-Wayne

by LialeeEderian

Tim Drake’s life revolves around the Waynes, and he’s perfectly fine with it. Even if it means he doesn’t get to be one.

Words: 9139, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Jim Gordon, Damian Wayne, Ra's al Ghul

Relationships: Batfamily Members & Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, But he fixes their problems anyway, No Beta Except Grammarly, Alternate Universe, Podfic Welcome, no actual dialogue, Mostly Descriptions

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42442083

[digital999placebo]

do u read fics if so do u have fic recs specifically gerita bc i’ve found like no good gerita fics whatsoever

i dont tend 2 read fanfics n when i do its mostly on the subway to n from different things so i mostly only read one-shots (i hope ur not looking for anything multi-chapter lol). but yea its hard to find good gerita but when u do it is SO GOOD. here r my favs: - We Do Not Speak of Berlusconi at the Table by puella_nerdii Summary by author: "Italy invites Germany and Prussia over for Sunday lunch. Romano disapproves, Prussia displays questionable taste in paintings, and Germany will not let go of the mandelbrot." This is one of my fav fics, if not MY FAV. How to describe it except brilliant, amazing, talented, showstopping. The characterisation is amazing, Veneziano, as the good host he is, desperately wants everything to be perfect for Germany and Prussia, Romano doesn't share the sentiment. Germany wants the dinner to be perfect for Veneziano's sake, Prussia doesn't share the sentiment. Prussia and Romano play off each other so perfectly and everything is just exactly how i envision them, love it sm. - Salvatore by MudaMuda Summary by author: "Being stranded on an island gives Veneziano an excuse to do nothing but lay around naked and tan. And to tease Germany." The fic that made me n Arcade lose it. Exactly what it says in the summary. - Taste of an Apple in a Dream by Unknown. Summary: "I’m a sickly child with a sack too full of dreams, I know that. A stubborn brat living a bitter life." This one is more HRE-centric with a bit of HRE/Italy from first pov which Im usually not a fan of but this one is amazing (as you've noticed I'm horrible at putting my feelings into thoughts). also what i like about this hre fic is that it doesn't establish hre as becoming germany, bc i personally don't think germany n hre r the same person. anyway next. - Dating Advice for Germans and Americans by ElapsingSpiral. Summary by author: “Ludwig and Alfred have one thing in common: questionable taste in the people they turn to for expert dating advice.” Ok so one multi-chaptered one lmao. It contains UsUK which I don't like but Im willing to put up with it for the good n perfect GerIta dynamic, also i love Germany n England's friendship <3<3 i think they have the potential 2 b best buds. (there is some talk of the iron cross tho x_X but UGH with the lack of good gerita content u have to take what u can get, its nothing big tho super minor). anyway i just love germany experiencing problems in his relationships n turning to england instead of just talking to vene lmaooo also gerita arguing over interior design is so real. this fic is so good n hilarious. my fav part: “”Did you pick a method?" Arthur frowned in thought then gave a nod of understanding, "Oh, of how I want to die? No. I'd prefer not to, actually, if that's alright. You see, I-" Mid-sentence, the German made a lunge for him and Arthur opted to jog backward down the hall, quickly turning about as he made the living room and darting around the back of his sofa. The German stood on the other side of the chair and continued to stare him down, looking to Arthur not unlike a guard dog that had cornered a robber. "Arthur. What were you thinking?”” - Ardent by VampireNaomi Summary by author: "Germany and Italy's weekend together is interrupted when Italy has an unexpected emergency to deal with, leaving Germany to spend the day alone." Germany-centric ish, really good.

EDIT: HOW COULD I FORGET THE FSNFIC THAT STARTED THIS BLOG: Make it Convincing by Jacquzy

Summary by author: “Germany and Italy pretend to be engaged. As usual, everything is Romano's fault.” yea those r the ones I've read n still remember n can find :D hope you like em!!!!!

[danny-chase]

Hello! May I request the pneumonia square on your bthb card for Dick with Bruce taking care of him?

Thanks for the request!

Pneumonia - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: bruce wayne centric, Dick grayson centric, Sickfic, Pneumonia, Blood, Stitches, Dick Grayson is Batman, Damian Wayne is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Protective Bruce Wayne, Protective Damian Wayne, Sick/hurt Dick Grayson, mentions past passive suicidal attempt, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, what a surprise they hug each other Series: Part 9 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

Bruce hasn't been sure where he stands in sons' lives after returning from the timestream, but a case of pneumonia provides an excuse to sort some things out.

Full story under cut

Bruce only meant to drop by briefly, hand off some papers, and be on his way. He wasn’t exactly sure what made him pause in front of the display case.

Well. That wasn’t exactly true. He did know. How could he not know by the way his eyes gravitated towards the hood on the back of the Robin suit’s cape. By the way his heart sank at the sight of it.

He still thought it unnecessary – a distraction in the fight – it could easily obscure vision. He would have never allowed his partners to wear one.

And that was the trouble, wasn’t it? Damian wasn’t his partner, the hood a visual reminder. Dick knew Damian’s abilities better than anyone, knew whether or not the hood was appropriate. He trusted Dick’s judgment – no – had to rely on it when it came to his youngest.

He’d considered stepping in at first, but it made sense to keep Dick and Damian as partners – they worked well together, provided results. Damian rarely got along with anyone else… and that was changing under Dick’s mentorship. Gotham was doing well, crime rates were dropping, and public approval had risen significantly. By all accounts, Batman and Robin were doing an excellent job.

It was an odd feeling, to be surpassed by your son, at wearing the mantle you created.

It was an odd feeling, to be surpassed by your son, in being loved by your youngest. To have missed out on so much, to have been dead a year and come back with things running (mostly) smoothly, as if the world hadn’t really needed him anyways. He couldn’t quite tell if it was humbling or humiliating when he heard whispers from officers of the new Batman being better than the old one.

But if there was one thing he was sure of, it was-

The walls of the bunker shook slightly, the floor trembling beneath his feet as the roar of an engine reverberated through the entrance tunnel. Swept out of his thoughts, he swiftly placed the stack of documents by the main computer and doubled back to his car.

He didn’t plan on being here long, wasn’t keen on talking – he had the computer back at the manor running narrowing down possible combinations for one of Riddler’s games – he’d already lingered much to long.

With that thought, he opened the door his of car, giving a brief nod of acknowledgement as Dick entered on his bike. Dick didn’t wave back – he always waved when he saw him – unless something was wrong – or maybe he hadn’t seen him – that was the logical answer –

But Bruce still found himself frozen in place, his pulse increasing, heart leaping into his throat as Dick got closer, his mind scrutinizing every detail he could see – the way Dick was hunched over too much – his posture was normally perfect, his left arm was wrapped around his middle – Bruce slammed his car door shut, jogging forward as Dick parked.

“What’s wrong?” He reached up, pulling off the damn cowl, revealing tired watery, reddish eyes. Dick blinked, frowning, his eyes adjusting to the light.

“Nothing.” He pulled back, refusing Bruce’s arm, dismounting the bike himself. The cape obscured whatever Dick was putting pressure on. Dick strode forward, his shoulder squared as he started up the stairs. He felt oddly small looking up at the stark silhouette – and he had to wonder – was this how his kids felt when staring up at his back?

And then Dick succumbed to a nasty coughing fit halfway up the stairs. Bruce bolted up beside him, offering an arm again, swiftly finding blood trickling from a deep gash on his side. Instinctively he tore off a piece of his shirt, pressing it to the wound. Dick looked at him judgmentally, speaking through coughs.

“If you – waited like -” He doubled over again, pausing their trip up the stairs. He put up a hand, as Bruce moved in to simply carry him up the rest of the way. “- m’ fine.” Dick sucked in a shallow breath and they continued on. “ – didn’t have to ruin your shirt. We have gauze.” He mumbled as they reached the top.

Bruce looked down at his shirt, then back at Dick, feeling like a dumbass, but nonetheless glad he hadn’t left him behind. “You would have fallen down the stairs.” He noted, before moving onto the more pressing matter. “Were you gassed? Poisoned? Dick, repo-”

“I’m-” Dick cut him off, only for Damian to drop from the rafters, dramatically landing a few feet away.

“He’s been ill.” He crossed his arms in annoyance, pouting in his pajama pants, wearing an oversized shirt he’d sworn he’d gotten for Dick years ago. “And insisted on benching me even though I am perfectly capable of-”

“Damian, you’re supposed to be in-” Dick stumbled over his own feet – another alarm going off in his mind – Dick was normally graceful. Bruce was tired of this – he made eye contact with Damian, nodding towards their medical closet.

“Grab gauze and a suturing kit.” He commanded, Damian scurrying off ahead. He slipped his free hand beneath Dick’s knees, scooping him up – rushing him the rest of the way to the table as Dick succumbed to a hacking fit. Memories from years ago bubbled in the back of his mind, from a time Dick was smaller, in a brightly colored costume, fading quickly in his arms after a run in with Harvey Dent.

He couldn’t call for Alfred this time. He was halfway across the world assisting Kate, spending well deserved time with his daughter.

Biting back the panic, he did his best to gently set him down, but Dick was heavier than he used to be, and he was a bit older himself. Bruce cringed as Dick hit the table with a bit of a thud – though it seemed Dick hardly noticed – but Damian hissed in disapproval.

“Sorry.” Dick murmured, once he caught his breath, sounding far away – as if standing on the other end of a tunnel. Bruce couldn’t tell if he was spacing out, or if Dick was simply quiet, either way, he ignored the interruption, holding out a hand.

Damian materialized beside him placing the kit in his hands before pressing clean gauze to Dick’s. Bruce yanked off the costume in tandem. Neither spoke as they worked like a well-oiled machine, Bruce sewing up the wound as Damian kept Dick still. He could fix this – it wasn’t like before – the cut wasn’t too bad, he had the skills – he just needed to focus.

Bruce fought to keep his hands steady, as he tied off the end. Dick stared aimlessly at the ceiling, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, rolling down the side of his face and dripping in his eyes. Damian kept him propped upright, from atop the other side of the table.

Dick paused to cough for a moment, Damian pounding his back with furious eyes, as if he was attacking the congestion himself. “Don’t tear the stiches.” Bruce chided, Damian glared, but lightened his taps. Bruce held Dick by the shoulders until he was ready to continue.

Moments later, the bandage was applied, and Bruce scanned for more injuries.

“That was it, I’m fine.” Dick muttered, though Bruce couldn’t tear his eyes away – he could feel the blood on his hands – drying at the edges, slimy under his latex gloves. Dick was too pale, too warm to the touch, too- “Quit looking at me like I died.” He grumbled exasperatedly, his voice painfully horse. The tone snapped Bruce out of his inspection. “I’m fine.”

He turned to Damian – because at least one of his kids was being honest. “How long has he been sick?” He turned, grabbing a thermometer off a shelf.

“Since last Monday.” He replied, critically scanning Dick as well, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

Dick scoffed at the remark, looking offended. “Liar, that was just allergies.” He reached up, moving to ruffle Damian’s hair – unsuccessful, Damian easily dodging the attempt.

“Obviously, it was more than just allergies, seeing as you’re still under the weather.” He rolled his eyes. “Likely something viral, the flu perhaps?”

Bruce gave Dick a pointed look, cocking an eyebrow. “You know better than to go out while sick.” That’s how people get killed, how Dick could have gotten killed, how he would have been left to bleed out on the floor if he hadn’t been there, how –

“I thought I’d turned the corner.” Dick’s tone was cool, but his eyes were laser focused on him – he had this way of looking at people, as if he was staring into your soul. “I felt fine when I left.”

“He was doing better earlier.” Damian begrudgingly mentioned, taking some small amount of pity on his brother. He gazed up quizzically, matching Dick’s expression. Bruce shifted his gaze between the two sets of searching eyes.

A moment passed in silence. The weight in his hand finally reminding him of his purpose, he stuck the ear thermometer in Dick’s ear.

“I can do the rest myself.” Dick noted, placing a hand atop the thermometer as well – which Bruce subsequently ignored.

“Mmm.” He noted, checking the temperature. “Almost hundred and three. And you felt fine enough to go out?” He asked, dropping notes of disbelief into his voice. Dick gazed back at him, unamused.

“I meant what I said. It was only supposed be a stakeout anyways.” Irritation was clear, despite his scratchy tone. Damian hoped off the table behind him. “You’ve gone out way worse than this!” Dick broke into raspy coughs, Bruce catching his shoulders.

“I’m going to prepare tea.” Damian muttered, dashing up the stairs, leaving him alone with the sound of Dick’s wheezing.

“Any other symptoms?” Bruce grabbed a stethoscope, snapping a pulse oximeter to Dick’s index finger. “Be honest.” He reminded, Dick avoiding his gaze.

“Bruce, you don’t seriously think I would have gone out if-”

“I know you know your limits.” He acknowledged. He also knew his family (and occasionally himself) liked pretending the limits weren’t there. He slipped the stethoscope against Dick’s chest, listening to his lungs. “Breath in.” Something crackled deep in his lungs. “Chest x-ray.” Bruce noted.

“Isn’t that a bit extreme?” If Bruce closed his eyes, he could pretend it was 9-year-old Dick, complaining about having to be swabbed for strep throat.

“If I’m right, no.” Dick unhappily mimicked his voice. Bruce cocked an eyebrow, giving him an unamused stare. “A list of symptoms would help.”

“I hate it when you’re like this – just tell me what you think.” Dick slid off the table. Bruce caught him by the shoulders, they were burning up. Dick shivered, shaking underneath his hands.

“I think you already know.” He slipped an arm under his son’s shoulders, slowly walking him towards the machine. “Shortness of breath, coughing, wheezing, fever, chills, recently viral illness. Chest pain likely.”

Dick groaned. “It’s just a cold.” Bruce pulled a blanket a nearby shelf, wrapping it around his shoulders. “I’ll be fine with a good night’s sleep. You don’t have to do this; I’ll go to Leslie’s tomorrow.”

“Dick.” He sighed exasperatedly. They could do the x-ray here or drive to the clinic at 2am.

“Don’t, Dick, me. You have stuff to do, thanks for stitching me up but I can handle myself, I thought you were supposed to-”

“Richard.” Dick paused for a moment. Bruce took it as an opportunity to half carry him the rest of the way to the machine. “I’ll take a culture when this is done and send it to Leslie. I don’t mind.”

Dick hesitated before responding. “Fine.”

A few aspirin, couple of tests, and a trip to Leslie’s later, Bruce found himself walking in through the front door of the penthouse, antibiotics in hand. He nearly tripped over Damian’s sneakers, scattered carelessly in the little mud room. Kicking of his own shoes, he moved the little sneakers to the shoe rack, struck for a moment by how small they were.

Making his way into the living room, he found Dick, half asleep on the caramel-colored couch. He clicked off the television, turning off some nature show, Dick’s attention pivoting to him.

“You came back?” He whispered, almost too quiet to hear, but surprise evident all the same – eyes widening, jaw dropping, before he caught himself and returned to a blank expression. Bruce nodded, passing him the medication before settling in a nearby armchair. Two empty mugs sat on the low table, rich aroma still lingering in the air (ginger if his nose was right), though Damian was nowhere to be seen.

His eyes lingered on the mugs – they were handmade, one in the Batman color scheme, the other matching the Robin costume. He’d taken a sculpting class with Dick years ago; they’d made similar ones together. Dick’s was likely in pieces, lost under the rubble of his old apartment, and Tim accidentally knocked his off a table years ago. He tore his eyes away – it made since for Dick to carry on the tradition with his Robin, he just… regretted never making another.

He watched as Dick fumbled with the container, his heart sinking at the uncoordinated attempts to twist off the lid. Bruce swiped it back, popping off the lid, and passing him a pill along with a bottle of water.

The surprise in Dick’s voice weighed on his mind – surely – Dick didn’t expect for him to leave him alone in such a state? Yes – he knew Dick was an adult – knew he could take care of himself – but Alfred wasn’t around if he took a turn for the worse, he couldn’t just leave that for Damian. Worry crept into the pit of his stomach, Alfred had been gone weeks, were there more illnesses Dick hadn’t been reporting? More injuries? Why? Because he didn’t think he would care? He didn’t want to burden Damian? He was too busy to-

“Bruce, quit brooding, I was just surprised you got back so fast.” Dick spoke slowly in carefully low tones, scooting back into a sitting position on the further end of the couch. Curling into a ball, he wrapped the blanket he’d grabbed early tighter, shivering under it. Internally, Bruce cringed at the sight before turning back to his thoughts.

“Hmm.” That wasn’t what Dick said, or why he was surprised. “You didn’t think I was coming back.” It came out more statement than question. Dick coughed lightly, avoiding a response. “I’d like to know why.”

Dick shrugged, too timed to be nonchalant. “You have casework to do.” He wouldn’t meet his gaze, busying himself pulling the blanket even tighter around his shoulders. “I’m an adult. I can handle being sick.”

“I know.” He hummed disbelievingly, his worry growing – Dick had a knack for lying – he really wasn’t feeling well if he was this easy to read. “You know I wouldn’t-”

“Don’t.” Dick warned, cutting him off with a glare. “If Alfred was here, you’d already be gone.” There was an edge of bitterness to his voice, a knowing look in his eyes.

“I…” <em>Haven’t visited in weeks because I feel strange around you and Damian,</em> his mind supplied helpfully.

“I know it hurts to see your…” Dick paused for a moment, catching his breath. “Family like this. Just don’t try to deny it, you disappear every time I get hurt.” <em>Or kick you me out,</em> went unsaid.

Bruce threw an arm over his eyes, taking a moment to lean back against the recliner. For so long, he’d been focused on just getting back to the present, getting back to his kids. But… coming back meant facing up to the times he’d been less than a good father… or older brother… whatever he and Dick had all those years ago.

He took a moment, examining a few memories, his behavior after the Two-Face case, the time Dick was shot in the shoulder, even how he’d acted the first few weeks Dick was at the manor – relentlessly pursuing justice rather than spend time with his ward. It was no secret to most he had regrets. He’d changed since then – never acted like that with Jason. Didn’t disappear after Tim’s father died. He’d changed, but he never –

“I’m sorry.” They stared at each other, speaking in tandem. Bruce’s jaw dropped as Dick continued.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your standards, I know I disappointed you tonight, I shouldn’t have brought the past up, you don’t have to stay-” His words came out hurriedly, rushed and pained.

“Dick.” Bruce hadn’t thought his heart could sink any lower, but somehow, it dropped to the bottom of his gut, his throat closing uncomfortably.

“I’m doing my best, I thought I’d be fine, I just really needed information tonight and I couldn’t go out tomorrow because I need to help Tim, and now I’m going to have to call in Steph, and Barbara’s gonna be upset, and Tim’ll be mad, and it’s Damian’s first week of school, I took him out of homeschool because you wanted him to go to Gotham Academy, but he hates it and he won’t go to bed on time, and I have a board meeting in the morning I’m not prepared for-”

“Richard.” Bruce tried to interrupt, but Dick was rambling, his hands shaking as he pressed one to his forehead, his voice growing frantic. Bruce moved to sit next to the mugs.

“-I know I’m letting you down, you came back to a mess and I’m still trying to get everything settled, and Jason’s still loose god knows where, and I can’t take three steps off this couch without feeling like I’m about to collapse and now I’m taking up your time too for nothing because I’m fine and I can handle this and you should just go back to your case because it’s more important and-”

“Richard John Grayson.” He squeezed Dick’s shoulder, waiting for him to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.” Dick bit his lip, face flushed. Bruce froze, not sure where to go from here. He had more to say, but for some reason, he couldn’t speak. Dick blinked, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, and for a moment Bruce could pretend he was eight years old again – and just like that, he knew what to do.

Leaning forward, he wrapped Dick in a hug, gently patting his back (hopefully breaking some mucus loose). Alarm bells rang in his mind – Dick was warm – too warm, but he ignored them, just holding his son steady as his ragged breath went smooth.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stick around before, I know better now, and I’ll stay this time if you’ll let me.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, releasing Dick back against a stack of pillows. He dropped his elbows to his knees, letting his head drop into his hands. He could fix this.

“You’ve done better than I could have imagined, given the circumstances. Better than I did when I was your age.” He ran Dick’s words through his mind again. “I’ll stay until you’re well. I’ll talk to Tim and Barbara. I’ll figure out where Jason went. I’ll talk to Damian about school, though you might have better luck than me on that one-”

“You’re kidding me he listened to you perfectly earlier.” Dick muttered, tucking his chin between his knees.

“-only because we had a shared goal, and that goal was assisting you.” Bruce continued. “I’ll call Lucius, get him to reduce your hours. I-we can fix this. Just…” his voice caught in his throat. “Get well soon.” Dick, well he was right, it was painful to see him so worn out. It seemed… unnatural, seeing him sick, though he’d seen him ill plenty of times before.

Dick glanced at him, then dropped his gaze, fidgeting with the corner of a little throw blanket. “I’m being pathetic. Bruce. I’m sorry, I can handle this.” He looked back up, determination swimming in his bleary blue eyes. “You don’t need to stay.”

Bruce sighed exasperatedly. “I know. Do you remember the time I got mono? Back when you were a kid?” Dick thought for a moment before nodding.

“Alfred wouldn’t let you leave your room. We played Uno.” He noted.

“And Go-Fish, checkers, chess, and every other game we own. And Clark and Lucius covered for me for two months. And I hated staying put but playing games with you made time fly.” He leaned forward, slipping an arm around Dick, pulling him up again, and heading towards his room. “I’ll let you in on a secret. I would have cut the recovery time in half if I didn’t escape out the window two weeks in. Dick… you aren’t letting me down if you let me cover for you, consider it payback.”

Dick gasped dramatically, only to let out a few weak coughs. “You didn’t! …Actually, I already knew. Alfred and I picked you up after you got your ass kicked, remember?” He shook his head. “I know it’s stupid to go out sick, I saw you do it and I hated it I wouldn’t do that to Damian or you.” He paused, leaving them in uncomfortable silence. “Uh. No offense. Just… you believe me, right? I wouldn’t have gone out if I thought I wouldn’t come back.”

Bruce paused, giving Dick a long look. Memories of Superman’s panicked call coming over his comms, Dick rushing into nuclear wastelands without protection. They’d come a long way since then, Dick had come a long way in the year he’d been gone. “I believe you.”

Dick let out a long breath as they turned into his bedroom. “Okay.” Bruce propped pillows as Dick faceplanted into bed.

“Sleep well.” He murmured, throwing the comforter over him. Dick turned, shooting him a half smile, not making any moves towards the nice stack of pillows. He clicked on a humidifier on his way towards the door, shutting off the lights as he left. “I’m proud of you.”

As he closed the door, leaving it open just a crack, he heard a tired voice whisper “Thanks.”

[ao3feed-timkon]

The Classic Shenanigans of Two Idiot Boys In Love

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by MashpotatoeQueen5

In which the papers get hold of the fact that Timothy Drake-Wayne is dating another boy, Kon is all chill, Tim is no chill at all, the internet is flipping out, and Dick Grayson is quite possibly the greatest big brother of all time.

Words: 2471, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types, Young Justice (Comics), Red Robin (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Harper Row, Barbara Gordon, Cullen Row, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Batfamily Members, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent, Jonathan "Pa" Kent

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Harper Row, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Cullen Row, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson & Jason T. & Damian W., Martha Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Bruce please get your adopting urges under control, I struggle to remember all the names, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Boys Will Be Boys, as in they will be idiot children whom i adore, Gay, Everyone Is Gay, Canon???, i don't know her, Timeline What Timeline, This is a hodgepodge of basically every continuity known to man, Crack Treated Seriously, with some added feelings because why not, Tim Drake-centric, Kon-El | Conner Kent-centric, Mostly Tim though because I am biased, Romantic Comedy, maybe? - Freeform, I'm trying, I'm also struggling, Dating, Soft Boys, Family Dynamics, Found Family, Families of Choice, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake Angst, Tim Drake Has Issues, Protective Tim Drake, Tim Drake Has Mental Health Issues, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Multiple hugs, Because I am kind and generous like that, Tim Drake Needs a Break, Tim Drake is So Done, Tim Drake is Bad at Self-Care, He's working on it though!, We're very proud of him, Good Significant Other Kon-El | Conner Kent, Protective Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Kon-El | Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Kon-El | Conner Kent Feels, Dork Kon-El | Conner Kent, Idiots in Love, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, We stan one (1) bat boi, Actually that's a lie we stan like twenty (20) bat bois, because there are SO GOSH DARN MANY OF THEM, Social Media, News Media, Chatting & Messaging, Batfamily Social Media (DCU), Social Anxiety, References to Depression, Tim is Not Having A Good Time, Kon is just vibing, please understand that i have literally the most limited experience with social media, that i have no clue how chat forums and discussions work, and that i have made the ridiculous decision to include it anyways, Featuring, Tim Drake's Coffee Addiction!!, Do I know this is entirely fanon????, yes!!!, Do I think it's utterly HILARIOUS and plan on including it anyways???, very probably, Coffee Lover Tim Drake, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, because obviously this isn't enough

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My AO3 Fics

Yup I write fanfiction in addition to the doodles I post on here a lot, so I’m going to start posting links to them here because that’s a thing people do.  If you’re a reader of my stuff, feel free to message me/send an ask!  If you message me just say in the first message that you’re a reader so I know where you’re coming from.  

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Family and Dissociation from Awkward Situations

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types DCU Gotham (TV) Super Sons (Comics) Batman Beyond

Not Rated (but probably T at best) Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings;  Language: English. Words: 25,262. Chapters: 8/8. Minor or Background Relationships

 Characters: Bruce Wayne Jason Todd Dick Grayson Alfred Pennyworth Tim Drake Barbara Gordon Damian Wayne Duke Thomas Stephanie Brown Kate Kane Harper Row Cassandra Cain Minor Characters Original Characters Joker (DCU) Terry McGinnis Mar'i Grayson Jerome Valeska

Tags: Bat Family, Reconciliation, Family Feels, My First Work in This Fandom, POV Multiple, Not Beta Read, Catholic Character, Time Travel, Jason-Centric, Babysitting, Alternate Universe, Team as Family, Panic Attacks, News Media, Fluff and Humor, Some Plot

Jason's returned to Gotham to find things oddly different, but mostly the same. As he reacquaints himself with the Bats, and as they begin a new case or two, it might just turn out that the Red Hood belonged there all along. Reunions are uncomfortable, but sometimes they just might be worth it.

The Barnes Family Portrait

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Winter Soldier (Comics)

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, Part 1 of The White Wolf, Language: English. Words: 8,328.

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanov Tony Stark Rebecca Barnes Proctor Scott Proctor (Marvel) Kimberly Proctor Howling Commandos Peggy Carter

Tags:  Alternate Universe Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Bucky Barnes Recovering Family Team as Family Art Artist Steve Rogers Avenger Bucky Barnes Reunions Identity Reveal Secret Identity Bucky Barnes Feels Bucky Barnes-centric Steve Rogers Feels

"I began by being perplexed about my body; and I ended by being anxious about my soul. In short, I wished to know what I was." -Adolphe Monod

Bucky Barnes wrenches control back with his own two hands, and so does Steve - they find each other anyway, because the whole Barnes family is built to last, and so are they.

All Go Bare and Live by the Air

Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Mature, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, M/M,  Language: English. Words: 32,417. Chapters: 27/27

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Peter Parker Wade Wilson Tony Stark Bruce Banner Steve Rogers Clint Barton Natasha Romanova Matt Murdock May Parker (Spider-Man) Rebecca Barnes Proctor Gwen Stacy Mary Jane Watson Harry Osborn Eleanor Camacho

Tags: Song Lyrics Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Slow Burn Knitting Wade Wilson Needs A Hug Peter Parker is an Avenger Avengers Family Fluff Panic Attacks Implied/Referenced Self-Harm Photographer Peter Parker Dadpool Implied Sexual Content Kidnapping Happy Ending

Each chapter accompanied by a verse from "Bedlam Boys"; this fic alternates between Peter and Wade as they recover themselves and find each other.

The Fighting and Most Sensible Brothers Black

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Gen Complete Work  Language: English. Words: 3,173.

Characters: Regulus Black & Sirius Black Minor or Background Relationship(s) Sirius Black Regulus Black Walburga Black Orion Black Remus Lupin Harry Potter

Tags: Regulus Black Lives Sirius Black Lives Brotherly Love Marauders' Era Grimmauld Place Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Animagus

Snippets of Sirius and Regulus growing up, growing apart, and growing together again.

Team Free Will

Fandoms: Supernatural

Mature No Archive Warnings Apply M/M, Other Complete Work  Language: English. Words: 21,808. Chapters: 16/16.

Characters: Gabriel/Sam Winchester Catiel/Dean Winchester Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Gabriel Charlie Bradbury Bobby Singer

Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers Superhero Dean Superhero Sam Superhero Castiel Superhero Gabriel

In the cities of Crossroads, Garrison, Lawrence, and Palo Alto, four heroes have begun to work together against the crime organization, Hell. Locals aren't sure what to call the group-they run by their own rules, but get the job done.

The Hunter, who's famous for taking down a branch of Hell with just his gun, the legendary Colt at his side, is really just Dean Winchester, a mechanic trying to save the world. Legacy, the calm, collected man that can take out a criminal in a blink of an eye, is Sam Winchester, who just wants to prove that he isn't a freak, that he can do good in the world. Enoch-the silent, mysterious dark-winged angel that works part time for the Host, is Castiel Shurley, who is far more lost than he dares let anyone see. The Trickster left the Host and his Herald name behind, preferring to dish out justice as he saw it--Gabriel Shurley won't let his family make him choose a side again.

And when stirrings of Hell threaten the lives of those they love, nothing can stand in the way of Team Free Will.

Five Lights Rising

Fandoms: Supernatural

Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply F/M, M/M. Part 1 of Five Lights. Language: English. Words: 46,832. Chapters: 32/32.

Characters:  Castiel/Dean Winchester Gabriel/Sam Winchester Adam Milligan/OFC Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Gabriel Original Female Character(s) Adam Milligan Amara  Chuck Shurley Crowley  Rowena MacLeod Original Male Character(s)

Tags: Season 11 au Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net Angel Dean Winchester Angel Sam Winchester Archangels Season/Series 11 Trials Hellhounds Time Travel prayers Archangel Sam Winchester Archangel Dean Winchester Happy Ending Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts Alternate Season/Series 11

Against the Darkness, the boys will need new and old allies to save the world again.

Faced with orders from a God who won't show his face, they will have to endure the Heavenly Trials, a series of tasks that will ensure they have the power to take down something as old as God himself.

Coming Back Again

Fandoms: Supernatural

Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Gen Complete Work Part 2 of Five Lights. Language: English. Words: 5,872. 

Characters: Gabriel & Lucifer & Michael & Raphael Minor or Background Relationship(s) Lucifer Michael Raphael Gabriel Sam Winchester Chuck Shurley 

Tags: Oneshot Archangel Gabriel Archangel Sam Winchester Human Lucifer Human Michael Human Raphael Vessels Time Travel Family Feels Brotherhood

Chuck decided, after the whole fiasco with Amara resurrecting his sons, that they deserved a human life. Gabriel's assignment, after running so far, was to stay close and protect his now-human brothers in the past.

Snippets of their lives come together, and they realize that no matter what, the universe seems to circle around back to them. 

[merlevum]

Hetalia Fanfiction - Soleil Ch 3

Summary: For the past month Gilbert Beilschmidt went to the park to eat his lunch. What he was not expecting was befriending a bird as a friend, only to find out the bird was a shifter.

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The stereos on the TV played soft music from the top 100 hundred songs from Germany thanks to the Spotify application he had downloaded on his laptop. With a small table placed next to the TV screen, Gilbert was able to hook up the laptop through an HDMI cable to play his favourite music instead of the rather America-centric music that normally played on the radio. Matthew seemed to enjoy a few songs, having trilled along, making Gilbert wonder just where Matthew had heard them on his travels. Regardless, having the lively Matthew around had done wonders to the usual drab apartment Gilbert came home to. Sadly though, the cleaning was slower than usual for Gilbert because of said lively bird.

"Vögelchen, you need to find a different place sit instead of on my head. I can't bend down to pick something up if you make a fuss every time." Gilbert screwed his eyes shut as Matthew pulled slightly at his hair when Gilbert bent down to pick up a pair of pants.

Before Matthew had graced him with his human presence, Gilbert had slowly lost his usual urge to keep the place tidy. Instead, he threw clothes down wherever he pleased, or let the dishes piled up. Now he had a reason to keep everything in its place once more. He knew Matthew had no intention of being a hindrance or hurting him, but if the apartment was to be cleaned before Francis arrived with dinner, Matthew needed another place to perch. Gilbert could feel a huff in his hair before the small Warbler flitted to the couch where a small gathering of pillows and a sweatshirt served as his nest of sorts.

"Danke. My hair appreciates it." Gilbert ran a hand through his white hair, finding a few feathers dislodged but only shook his head. Did birds shed their feathers like cats and dogs shed their fur? He would have look up a little more information about birds sometime considering for the time being Matthew would be a bird for most of the day until he was stronger in shifting. "By the way, Francis should be here in about twenty minutes. You might want to start thinking about changing your form soon."

Matthew glanced at the clock, ruffling his feathers for a moment before taking flight once more this time to the second bedroom. Gilbert had placed Matthew's clothes in there for the time being, but the room was still used as a sort of office space. He would have to go out and buy a few pieces of furniture for the poor thing later. In the meantime though, Matthew could use Gilbert's bed. At least the couch was comfortable enough to sleep on he mused. As Gilbert continued to clean the living room, he caught the glimpse of a flustered human face belonging to Matthew before the door to the room promptly shut.

"For someone who changes from a bird to a human, he sure is self-conscious. I wonder if it's because feathers act like clothing." Gilbert shrugged his shoulders as he shifted the recliner chair over a few inches till it was straight again before he dusted off his hands. "There, that should just about do it. I'll need to get the plates out and some other things."

Whistling merrily, he opened up the cabinet in the kitchen to pull out plates. Just as he was setting everything on the table, a knock came from the door. Gilbert checked the clock to see Francis still had another ten minutes before he was supposed arrive, and the Frenchman never arrived on time to anything. It was then Matthew poked his head out of the bedroom door, purple eyes wide. He frantically shook his head at Gilbert, who paused in his trek to the door. Raising an eyebrow, Gilbert waited for Matthew to explain. Matthew stayed quiet, fear clearly written on his face.

"Vögel—"

The knock on the door came again this time a little more aggressive than before.

"I'm coming!" Gilbert frowned at the door before turning to find Matthew had come out of the room, edging his way closer to Gilbert. "What's wrong? Is it the guy from early?"

Matthew shook his head. "I-it's my brother."

Gilbert blinked for a moment. Another pounding came at his door, but he ignored it in favour of Matthew wringing his hands together. He had to think fast. Gilbert knew what it meant to be a big brother and if Ludwig would have been staying at some stranger's house, he would probably be banging on their door too. Still, from what Gilbert could gather, Matthew's brother made a lot decisions for the two of them. Taking Matthew's hand in a very slow and deliberate manner so as to not frighten the poor bird, he gave it a pat. He wore his usual grin.

"I won't let him take you away if that's not what you want. Remember, you have a home here now too." Gilbert watched Matthew's eye grow once again as tears started to prick his eyes. "Hey now, no crying. If he sees you with tears it will be harder to convince him to let you stay."

Matthew nodded, wiping away the tears. "Kay."

The two walked the small distance to the door, Matthew hiding behind Gilbert, which was rather comically since Gilbert was shorter than Matthew. Just as Gilbert was about to open the door, the person on the other side pounded once more and called out Matthew's name. Cursing, Gilbert opened the door.

"Verdammt, I said I was coming. Geez, what the hell do you want?" Gilbert's German accent thickened a little with his irritation.

"Yo, I know you have my brother. Hand him over before I totally kick your ass. I told him humans were no good." A young American stood in front of his door, both hands raised as if ready to throw a punch.

"Woah, calm down. Matthew is right here and unharmed." Gilbert leaned against the door a little to reveal Matthew. "See. If you wanted to see him, all you had to do was ask nicely."

"A-Al-Alfred!" Matthew squeaked when he was revealed a bit more before burying his face into Gilbert's back.

"Mattie! Thank god, I thought you were going to be turned into an experiment or something. What did I tell you about going with humans?" Alfred barrelled his way through the doorway, completely ignoring Gilbert, who glared at him, mouth slightly agape.

"What the hell? You need permission to enter someone's—"

"Can it German. You can't hold Mattie against his will and you aren't taking him to get experimented on!" Alfred grabbed at Matthew's arm as Gilbert stood there shocked. Shaking his head, he cleared it to see Matthew trying to get out of Alfred's grip.

"Stop that!" Gilbert stepped in the way once more, glaring the boy down. "Like I've been trying to tell you, I'm not going to send him anywhere. He's a guest in my home. Now if you don't calm down and actually listen I'll have to use some force."

"Gil." Matthew bunched up Gilbert's shirt where he held on.

"I won't hurt him." Gilbert glared at Alfred, who glared back with a pair cerulean eyes.

"Ha, as if you could hurt me. I'm a hero for saving Mattie and you're obviously the bad guy." Alfred puffed out his chest a little with pride.

The two stood on guard, Gilbert taking in the American. He wore torn up jeans, a white t-shirt, and the usual converse shoes Gilbert saw most of the young adult population wearing. What caught Gilbert off guard was the jacket he wore; a bomber jacket from World War II belonging to an aviator. It was strange to see someone so young in the possession of such a jacket. The jacket certainly contrasted the loose button-up shirt Gilbert wore and the rather nice dress pants since he had not changed out of work clothes.

"Mon dieu Gilbert. You didn't mention someone else would be coming for dinner." Francis stood in the doorway, bags in his hands filled with food if the smell was anything to go by. Alfred glanced back, fear obvious in his cerulean eyes, yet the large growl coming from his stomach claimed he was hungry.

"Go ahead and set up Franny. The plates are mostly set up." Gilbert glanced at Matthew to gesture with his eyes for Matthew to help Francis. He happily rushed towards Francis to help with the many bags as Gilbert and Alfred continued to stare. "Care to do this the civilised way?"

"And have you send me off to some lab? I know what you Germans do to people who are different. I don't know why you're on their side when you're one of us." Alfred's voice was low, probably because of the appearance of Francis.

"What are you talking about? Everything that you've said so far hasn't made any sense." Gilbert sighed at having to deal with such a nuisance when all he wanted was dinner. The smell of roasted meat filled the apartment, making Gilbert's mouth water.

"I've seen it on TV. You experiment on people who are different than you. You can't fool me and you're not going to fool Mattie either." Alfred kept glancing between Gilbert and the table being set up with food when suddenly a very large growl came from the shifter.

"I don't know what you've been watching on TV, but most of that stuff is garbage anyway. Look, if you're hungry just sit at the table. You can then see for yourself I don't want to do anything to Matthew except make sure he's comfortable here. So truce over food." Gilbert didn't even bother to wait for a response as he closed the door to his apartment and headed to grab another plate. "Matthew, could you grab the chair from the other room?"

When Gilbert glanced back, he saw Alfred still standing there as if he was unsure of what to do next. Gilbert rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. A smirk graced his lips as he nudged Francis.

"Who is that?" Francis asked, taking the lid off another dish.

"Apparently Matthew's brother. Go bring him to the table, I'll get drinks. Do you want beer or wine?"

"Beer is fine if that's what you're having." Francis stated as he ran a hand through his blonde locks, pouring on as much charm as he could. "Mon cher, you should come sit at the table. There's plenty of food."

Gilbert could hear the weak protests as he opened the fridge to grab two beers and two bottles of water for the shifters. The atmosphere was alive in the apartment like it never had been before. For the longest time it had only been him and the silence when he came home from work. Now, the air was filled with conversation and a lively feeling. It was almost as if he was back at home among friends and his family. Perhaps having Matthew around was the best thing that ever happened to him. Determined now more than ever, Gilbert was going to make sure whoever this shifter hunter was would never get his hands on Matthew.

"Gil?" Matthew's head poked into the kitchen, startling him. "Francis says he's waiting."

"Coming." Gilbert put on an easy smile as he passed out the drinks and sat down. Matthew sat close to him, Francis and Alfred across from them.

The tense air could be cut with a knife. No one spoke, only staring at the food on the table. Matthew fidgeted in his seat. Francis, glanced between Alfred and Gilbert. Alfred continued to glare at Gilbert, who promptly ignored him since there was just no use trying to get through Alfred's head with words. Gilbert would just have to show him how Matthew was comfortable and considered this place a home.

"So, Matthew's brother, my name is Francis Bonnefoy. I met your brother earlier today, but I'm old friends with Gilbert over here. Helped him get the proper attire for working at a business." Francis said he started cutting the meat, the aroma filling the room.

"Nice to meet ya," Alfred said, cautious as Francis handled the knife.

Gilbert sighed, wondering when the American would let go of his fear. It only served to make Matthew more nervous than he already was, and Francis felt the tension, only trying to break with some small talk. He wanted to just tell Francis to ignore Alfred, but that would have been rude and would not help him win over Alfred. Although why he wanted to win over Matthew's brother gave him pause in his actions of holding out his plate for Francis to put food on it.

"Since Alfred is here and you said you were going to explain to me what happened, why not tell both of us the story? Perhaps then Alfred will see you are not such a monster." Francis suggested as he helped Matthew put a few items on the plate, containing mostly vegetables and other vegetarian like foods.

"Nothing is going to change my mind. Matthew belongs with his own kind who aren't going to hurt—"

"Al, he's not a shifter! I thought so too, b-but it turned out I was wrong." Matthew's voice grew softer from the initial interruption, as he slowly shrunk back in his seat.

Alfred sat still in his chair, blinking at Matthew for a moment before springing up and knocking over his chair. "What do you mean he's not one of us? He has strange hair and his eyes? Dude, if he's not one of us then-then I'll—"

"I'm not," Gilbert said, not even batting an eyelash as he sipped the beer. "Matthew thought so too."

"Gil, why not start from the beginning mon cher."

"Ja, alright. So I homesick and wanted to get fresh air. I took my lunch and sat on a bench at the park every day. Matthew at the time would just stay at a distance, but as I saw him every day, I just started talking to him. I told him all sorts of stories, from my brother back home, or even some about work. Then one day he just wasn't there and I thought I had lost my one friend."

Francis looked a little hurt as he scoffed at Gilbert, who only waved his hand, dismissing the Frenchman to continue his story.

"But when I thought I was alone, he showed up as a human, took the food I normally feed him as a bird and told me how he was a shifter. He thought I was too because of my hair and eyes, but as I explained to him, I'm what you call an albino. I've always had this colour hair and eyes. I felt bad that he thought I was one of you and so I let him stay at my place."

Gilbert shrugged, leaving out a few of the details, seeing no need for Alfred to know about the few adventures the two of them had. Francis nodded, looking between the two as Matthew kept his focus on the plate in front of him, pushing a piece of corn with his fork, around the table. A blush forming across his cheeks. Alfred on the other hand sat with brows knitted in deep thought.

"S-So...So you're not one of us, but you didn't turn in Mattie?" Alfred seemed sceptical about the whole ordeal.

"Oui, he did not. In fact, just today he saved your brother from some horrible man who was hu-"

"Francis!' Matthew's amethyst eyes were wide as he shook his head wildly. "Please, don't."

Francis nodded, reaching for his beer to keep himself busy.

"Save you from who Mattie?" Alfred asked, eyes narrowed at his brother, putting Gilbert on edge.

"From someone he didn't want close to him." Gilbert provided the half lie with ease, hoping Matthew would let it slide for the time being.

"Who? I'll kick their ass for messing with you Mattie." Alfred cracked his knuckles, earning a bit of disgusted look from Francis.

"Mon cher, please do not do that at the table. You are a guest and it's rather rude." Francis watched as Alfred just stared at him, taken aback for being reprimanded. Matthew gave a small giggle, a smile returning on his face since Alfred had shown up. "Now, mon petit, I do have a question for you. What are you going to do while Gil is away doing his job?"

"He's not staying." Alfred folded his arms in protest, but was promptly ignored.

"I-um...I'm not sure."

"Fantastique! You can come and help me at my shop. What do you say?" Francis clapped his hands in delight as Gilbert sputtered out the beer.

"Now hold on. What do you mean help at your shop? He can barely stay human for more than a few hours." Gilbert was not liking how this dinner was turning out. First Alfred showed up unannounced, which had already bothered the Prussian, and now Francis was attempting to get Matthew a job?

"A job?" Matthew's interest was piqued, making Gilbert curse under his breath. Of course the French bastard would suddenly put an idea such as a job in his head.

"Franny, he's just a kid. He shouldn't be working, but rather enjoying the world." Gilbert said, watching Alfred just gape at Francis for a moment.

"No way! He's not working like some slave for you. I don't know what you do, but-"

"Alfred, he sells clothes. He helped me pick out a lot of what I...own now."

Gilbert felt pride swell in his chest as he heard Matthew claim the clothes for himself. Of course they were his, but to have Matthew state it as well reassured Gilbert Mathew wanted to be here. Giving Alfred a smug smile, Gilbert added another a point on his side of the scores he kept in his head. At this rate Gilbert was going to win without actually having to do anything but be himself.

"What you own? Dude, they're turning you into a house pet. How do you know they won't just keep you when you want to leave?" Alfred asked, his cerulean eyes pleading with Matthew.

"Al, they are nothing like the guy you befriended. They...They saved me when he showed up. You know, the one Kuma warned us about." Matthew whispered the last bit as Alfred stood up from his chair, shaking.

"No. How the hell did he find you?"

"I don't know." Matthew shrunk lower in his seat as Alfred's anger grew. Gilbert was not going to let Alfred belittle Matthew like that.

"That's enough. You are his brother, you shouldn't shout at him. If anything you should be hugging him and making sure he's okay." Gilbert glared at Alfred, who stared at Matthew, who had Francis comfort him by patting his arm and soothing him. "It wasn't his fault this guy showed up. Francis and I kept him safe, so I don't even think this guy even knows what Matthew looks like. So calm down."

"What do you know about this? You're not one of us! He doesn't need to know what we look like or who we are. He just knows and then goes after us one by one. No one who's seen this hunter has actually come back." Alfred's breathing grew more laboured with every word. He took a moment to compose himself. "Matthew I don't want to fight. He's right, we are brothers. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Al, as long as you can accept that some humans are different. Some actually don't care what you are, but rather just care about you." Matthew looked tired, his eyes shone with unshed tears. Gilbert wanted to hug the shifter and never him go, but knew what Matthew needed at the moment was to toughen up just a tad. If they were going to face this 'hunter' life was going to get a little tougher.

"I still don't trust them, but I'll give 'em a chance. One chance only." Matthew brightened up at the prospect, Gilbert smiled softly until Alfredo continued. "So I'll be staying with you until I can make certain nothing is going to happen to you."

"Was? Oh nein. I already have Matthew staying here and I'm on the couch. I'm not having another shifter here only to kick me off my couch too." Gilbert turned to Francis who started laughing at the curious predicament they were all in.

"I can solve that. Alfred, stay with me. I have a guest bed that a college friend of mine uses when he gets drunk. He's not in the area so you can have it for the time being." Francis sat back in his chair, sipping the beer. The food had mostly gone unnoticed through the altercation.

"Gut. Ja, stay with Franny" Gilbert grinned, feeling a victory on his side.

"And let you potentially corrupt my brother? No way." Alfred crossed his arms. "I'm staying where Matthew is."

Gilbert groaned. Why was Matthew's brother so stubborn? "Look, kid. I don't have the room for three people. Not until I fix up the room I've been using as an office and turn it into a bedroom. Stay with Franny until I have the room ready."

Of course the room was going to be for Matthew so Gilbert would get his back. If Alfred decided he wanted to stay, he would get the couch then. He knew Alfred probably wouldn't like that arrangement either but Gilbert didn't really mind. Yet the smug smile on Gilbert's face turned into a frown slowly when he glanced at Matthew. The poor shifter was torn between choosing family or Gilbert. Sighing and rubbing his hair, Gilbert nodded his head.

"Why don't you and Matthew share the bed? I'll stay on the couch until I can get the second bedroom set up again." All three looked at Gilbert. What could he say? He couldn't bear to see Matthew so torn on what to do and as a guest Gilbert had the duty to make sure Matthew was taken care of, even if it meant he had to deal with Alfred. It was his Prussian pride on the honour of being a good host.

"Are you sure about this Gil?" Francis asked as Matthew sat there, mouth gaping shock.

"Ja. I can see this whole arguing is bad for Vögelchen and I want him to be happy here. If Alfred stays here maybe he can see we're not going to hurt him."

Gilbert leaned back in his chair, his usual grin on his face. He would just have to show Alfred there was nothing he was not willing to do for Matthew. Maybe then Alfred would leave Matthew alone and go back to whoever he had been with originally. Alfred sat with a stunned look on his face, making Gilbert's victory that much sweeter. He knew how brothers worked, he was one. All it took was a little compromise.

"One thing. If you stay, you need to help around here. I don't care if that means you get a part-time job like Matthew just did, or you just do the chores around the house. I can't have two shifters here and buying food for the three of us without some sort of help." Gilbert pointed as Alfred quickly nodded, the shock still imminent considering he had to actually speak.

"Gil, you don't have to-"

"It's okay Matthew. I can see having Alfred around is important to you, even if he did leave you to be on your own. But if you're going to get a part-time job with Franny, I think it only fair that Alfred helps out too."

"I've got a job lined up, I just wanted to make sure that Matthew was okay first. And what are you talking about? I didn't leave him on his own. I said we should start looking into settling down with our own nests, but then he doesn't even follow migration." Alfred shook his head as Matthew's shoulder rose in response, as if he was about to sprout feathers and ruffle them up in frustration.

"You left me for some chick Alfred. You didn't even make sure that I was ready to leave or anything. So I stayed with Kuma when you didn't come back after a while. He taught me all sorts of things from shifting to blending in with the humans. He even said maybe the humans have changed enough to where we could live among them again. So when you didn't come back I decided to go out on my own and that's when I saw Gilbert. I thought maybe if he showed me the ropes of blending into society I would be okay. He's still doing that even though he's not one of us."

Matthew crossed his arms, the one curl bouncing as he spoke passionately about Alfred's abandonment. Gilbert couldn't blame him. If he had ever left Ludwig, he would kick himself after he let Ludwig do it. Brothers were meant to look after each other. Alfred seemed to shrink as Matthew continued on his lecture, physically cringing at certain parts. There was truth to what Matthew had to say, not that Gilbert doubted him, but it was nice to see that Alfred understood his position in Matthew's new situation. Francis placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder, a fond smile on his lips.

"Why don't we eat before dinner gets too cold?" Francis, ever the truce maker. Gilbert shook his head, a playful grin on his face before digging into the food on his plate once more, not feeling as angry or slighted about Alfred suddenly showing up.

"Okay." Matthew looked down at his plate. Gilbert could see the gleam of triumph in the shifter's amethyst eyes.

The rest of dinner was fairly quiet, Alfred resigned himself to only speaking when someone asked him a question. At first it didn't bother Gilbert, but slowly as he recalled bits of the conversation, he had to wonder. Was there another side of the story that Alfred wasn't telling? It seemed strange that Alfred, who was overprotective of Matthew, would act the way Matthew had said, and yet, Alfred did not deny the words. Was there some other story that he was not telling? The thought stuck to Gilbert as he made pleasantries with Francis, who suggested the two go out drinking with Antonio sometime. Gilbert only nodded, not sure if he really wanted to grab drinks with the two. He chalked it up to being just nervous about going out and having some fun after a long time. Whatever was leftover, Francis told the three they could keep for the next night. Gilbert was thankful considering that both Matthew and Alfred had eaten rather large portions. If this kept up it was going to be hell to keep them both fed. Gilbert managed to eat the plate in front of him, otherwise he just nursed his beer and ate a piece of the cake Francis had brought for dessert.

"Who knew you would bring a full course meal Franny." Gilbert said as the Frenchman cut the cat into pieces.

"Well, my mother was a baker and so I learned all my cooking tips from her. She was quite talented. Alas, her poor shop did not make here in America. Too many Americans want to rush around and never sit down long enough to actually enjoy their coffee and pastry." Francis shrugged as he passed around the plates for each.

"...Thanks. For the meal and for letting me stay." Alfred spoke softly, almost as if he was afraid to speak the words, to let his heroic facade down among the humans.

"You're welcome. I promise you won't get as great a dinner anywhere else," Francis said proudly. Gilbert wanted to laugh. The kid was buttering Francis up, why he had no idea, but it was rather interesting to see this side. When Gilbert glanced at Matthew, a small smile was on his face. Ah, so this was the Alfred Matthew knew. Not that macho nothing but muscle to back up his words.

"Not so hard right? I would have been more inclined to let you stay the first time around if you had actually listened to us in the first place." Gilbert decided he would make sure to teach both of them how to live among the humans, not just Matthew. "You can't go around accusing people of sending others for experimentations. Although, I do have to wonder, where the hell did you learn about all that?"

"From a television. Where we lived up north, there was this old guy who had his television set up so that we could see it through the window. Most of the shows were black and white, but somewhere in colour. I learned all about the war and how the Germans experimented on others."

Gilbert burst out laughing. Alfred had learned about the world through old war shows. No wonder he wore the jacket and acted as if being from Germany was a sure sign of being evil. Francis gave Alfred and apologetic look as Matthew looked rather confused along with Alfred.

"What's so funny?" Alfred finally asked, after Gilbert clutched his sides from laughing too much.

"Kid, with what you know, you could live in the 40s. But in today's world, that war isn't happening anymore. It ended over fifty years ago. Look, yes Germany and the Axis did some awful things to people, and we're now trying to redeem ourselves. It's illegal to experiment on people today and we don't go around hauling people off to camps either. Trust me, not everyone during the war was on the bandwagon with Hitler." Gilbert sighed, running his hand through his hair. "My grandfather, he helped hide a few people during that time. Some officials found out and left him paralyzed from the waist down. His lover, well thankfully they hadn't found out he was homosexual too, otherwise I don't think he would be alive. So I understand, one of the guys we saved was a friend of mine. He's happily married and still alive you know. I used to go to his concerts as a kid."

"So… I don't have to worry about you trying to do something awful to Mattie?" Alfred turned to watch Matthew, who sat there, enraptured with the small background story.

"If I wanted to do something to him, I would have already done it." Gilbert shrugged, figuring it was enough of an answer as any.

"I'm sorry. I thought- No, never mind. Thanks again, I guess I have a lot to learn too and stop calling me kid. I'm almost twenty!"

Gilbert laughed once more, happy to see the misunderstanding cleared up. The four cleared away the dishes and bade Francis a good night. As he turned to his guests, he noticed Matthew yawned, shaking his body as if he were fluffing out his feathers, ready for bed. Alfred followed suit with the yawn, but was more adept at his human to know better than to shake it. Gilbert smiled fondly at Matthew.

"Alright, time for Vögelchen to change and get some sleep. I'll grab the extra duvet for Alfred." Gilbert patted Matthew's head as the shifter nodded and trudged off to the room, Alfred in tow. "Well, I suppose I got what I asked for. Friends and a not so boring apartment."

When he entered the room, he found Matthew and Alfred fast asleep, curled up next to each other on the pillows or rather Alfred encompassing Matthew with his much larger body, wings drawn around Matthew as if trying to offer him protection. Gilbert wondered how often the two of them slept like that, Alfred as protector. Matthew the yellow warbler, and Alfred a rather large bald eagle. Although he did question how the hell a warbler and a bald eagle were related. He shook his head, slowly shifting Alfred's wings as the shifter stirred, confusion apparent in his beady eyes, until he saw the duvet in his hands. Cooing at Gilbert, he shuffled a little, mindful of Matthew so Gilbert could comfortably place the duvet around the two birds.

"You have your own side to the story. I want to hear it when you're ready to say it." Gilbert made sure the two were comfortable before heading out to the couch to curl up and sleep himself. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

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Tax

by Cant_Smoke_Eggs

It was just his luck wasn't it? To end up restrained with Batman, to Bruce, to his... Dad? While they were both high on truth serum...

AKA After a mishap in a fight, Jason and Bruce end up tied together, alone, and both doused in Truth Serum. They share more than they want but it mostly works out in the end...

//Day 162 of One Word Prompt Fics and the Author is outta order sorry haha

//Hero Hardships Bingo Fill: Undeserved but Given Anyway.

Words: 1552, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 160 of 365 Days of One Word Prompts (and my Suffering), Part 9 of Hero Hardship Bingo Fills.

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd-centric, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Jason Todd Feels, Jason Todd Deserves Better, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Swears, Jason Todd Has Feelings, ALL THE JASON TAGS WILL BE MINE, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Has Feelings, Protective Bruce Wayne, Sad Bruce Wayne, Sad Jason Todd, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Bruce Wayne is Jason Todd's Parent, Jason Todd Calls Bruce Wayne Dad, Bruce Wayne Loves Children, specifically his own, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Truth Serum, Truth, Restraints, Broken Bones, Miscommunication, mentions of previous canon character death, (its jason ofc), sorry Alfred... i love you but..., Alfred is dead in this too..., I'm sorry Alfred, 365 Days of Suffering: The Series, I wrote this listening to the Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Soundtrack shut up, how to tag help, Dick Grayson Loves Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are Siblings, Batbrothers (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Mentioned Batfamily - Freeform, HOW DO I TAG SCREAMS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Declarations Of Love, platonic love tho, Emotional Baggage, Self-Worth Issues

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39608217

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Sea Robin Abandons

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/d5FDkfU by ill_llighted This is little bits of my fic Sea Robin that didn’t end up making the Final Cut but I thought people might enjoy reading anyway. Pls note these will be minimally edited or not edited at all, might not go along with the plot of Sea Robin, and could be contradictory to other parts of the story. Also most if not all are unfinished and end at random abrupt places- they’re mostly just small short scenes This is just for funsies! Words: 1554, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Batman- Mermaid AUs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, De-Aged Dick Grayson, mer!Dick, human!bruce, human!Alfred, Feral Dick Grayson, Cultural Differences, Adopted Dick Grayson, Orphan Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Creature Fic, Creature Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Hurt Dick Grayson, Injured Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Adorable read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/d5FDkfU

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Sea Robin Abandons

by ill_llighted This is little bits of my fic Sea Robin that didn’t end up making the Final Cut but I thought people might enjoy reading anyway. Pls note these will be minimally edited or not edited at all, might not go along with the plot of Sea Robin, and could be contradictory to other parts of the story. Also most if not all are unfinished and end at random abrupt places- they’re mostly just small short scenes This is just for funsies! Words: 1554, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Batman- Mermaid AUs Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, De-Aged Dick Grayson, mer!Dick, human!bruce, human!Alfred, Feral Dick Grayson, Cultural Differences, Adopted Dick Grayson, Orphan Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Creature Fic, Creature Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Hurt Dick Grayson, Injured Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Adorable via https://ift.tt/d5FDkfU

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Reverse Stalking Syndrome

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0xF2OqM by LialeeEderian [Working Title: Reverse-Stalking - Or, How Creeping Through The Shadows Ended Up Being Way Too Popular] but then I realized it wasn't strictly true. :) In which Tim Drake returns to Gotham and finds himself a suspicious Wayne Family who seem a tad obsessed. Well, it's not like Tim didn't intend to not interfere anyway, so all the better for him. Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Otherworlds - A Tim Drake Special Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Good Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, mostly - Freeform, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Photographer Tim Drake, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Tim Drake is a Menace, Tim Drake's Hero Worship, Where everything is the same but not, Tim Drake Has a Good Time, Not a Crossover, But there are Guest Stars, OOC-ness, Madlad Tim Drake, Light-Hearted read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0xF2OqM

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Reverse Stalking Syndrome

by LialeeEderian [Working Title: Reverse-Stalking - Or, How Creeping Through The Shadows Ended Up Being Way Too Popular] but then I realized it wasn't strictly true. :) In which Tim Drake returns to Gotham and finds himself a suspicious Wayne Family who seem a tad obsessed. Well, it's not like Tim didn't intend to not interfere anyway, so all the better for him. Words: 1693, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Otherworlds - A Tim Drake Special Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Good Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, mostly - Freeform, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Photographer Tim Drake, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Tim Drake is a Menace, Tim Drake's Hero Worship, Where everything is the same but not, Tim Drake Has a Good Time, Not a Crossover, But there are Guest Stars, OOC-ness, Madlad Tim Drake, Light-Hearted via https://ift.tt/0xF2OqM

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[Podfic] R & R

by Vox_la (Era_Penn)

OP Summary: Tim doesn't really mean to, but he finds himself caring about Damian anyways. It's a problem. He doesn't know how to stop it (if he even wants to stop it).

(5 times Tim helped Damian out + 1 time Damian repaid the favor)

Words: 64, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of DC Podfic

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth

Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Medical Inaccuracies, Literally expect none of that, Believability? Where?, Hurt Tim Drake, Damian Wayne is Robin, Tim Drake-centric, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, probably, POV Tim Drake, Happy Ending, No Incest, Ew, Self-Esteem Issues, Injury, Mostly Fluff, Self-Indulgent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fuck Canon, Batfamily (DCU), i love them, 5+1 Things, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 1.5-2 Hours

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46513537

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[Podfic] R & R

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/I8roWiB

by Vox_la (Era_Penn)

OP Summary: Tim doesn't really mean to, but he finds himself caring about Damian anyways. It's a problem. He doesn't know how to stop it (if he even wants to stop it).

(5 times Tim helped Damian out + 1 time Damian repaid the favor)

Words: 64, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of DC Podfic

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth

Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Medical Inaccuracies, Literally expect none of that, Believability? Where?, Hurt Tim Drake, Damian Wayne is Robin, Tim Drake-centric, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, probably, POV Tim Drake, Happy Ending, No Incest, Ew, Self-Esteem Issues, Injury, Mostly Fluff, Self-Indulgent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fuck Canon, Batfamily (DCU), i love them, 5+1 Things, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 1.5-2 Hours

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/I8roWiB

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Tim Drake: Not-A-Wayne

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0yXEhVC

by LialeeEderian

Tim Drake’s life revolves around the Waynes, and he’s perfectly fine with it. Even if it means he doesn’t get to be one.

Words: 9139, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Jim Gordon, Damian Wayne, Ra's al Ghul

Relationships: Batfamily Members & Tim Drake

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, But he fixes their problems anyway, No Beta Except Grammarly, Alternate Universe, Podfic Welcome, no actual dialogue, Mostly Descriptions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0yXEhVC