#But can very clearly hear Tim yelling at him to Get! Out!

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I'd love to see the Batfam reaction if they were to actually see what went down in the park. Tim checking security cameras to assess the damage and sees dick and reader yelling at each other. Dick would get so much shit and I can't wait for chapter four to see their descent into madness<3 you did great, lovely, lovely chapter as always.

If they saw it then you know someone would definitely try to rush in and do some damage control (and 100% fail depending on where in the argument they decide to cut in/run into Dick and the Reader arguing). Tim would see it from the cameras, the others would just straight up hear it and or are just more likely to run into the whole thing- and definitely cursing Dick out all the while, praying that he does what everyone (even himself) wants him to do- and that's to shut his mouth and stop talking, LMAO

Even then, some might try to listen (especially when the Reader mentions certain things... like where they've been this entire time, how they've been hurt, etc), but cut in at some point when they are just baffled and taken aback like Dick.

Regardless, more detail and such on their reactions is under the cut :]

Bruce would be upset (who, in the family, isn't at this point...), and definitely try to cut things short and do some kind of damage control. Though depending on how much he hears or when he just so happens to overhear the two yelling at each other - I think he would stay to listen to what the Reader is saying before eventually going down to 'help'. Does it work? Probably not, I mean... what's more terrifying then seeing the Bat himself just appear out of thin air and essentially try to get the both of you to shut up? Especially since, again, depending on what he hears and or when he cuts in, Bruce might even try to interrogate the Reader on some things they said which... considering how things go in the chapter... yeah, the Reader definitely isn't in the mood to even entertain his questions. Not to mention that Bruce is one of the people who want to get the Reader home as soon as possible, so that's just extra worse- but as shown at the end of Pt.2 of Chapter 3, he can be reasoned with to some degree.

Damian would try to interrupt as soon as he even hears what's going on. Really, Bruce would be the only one who would be able to stop him (since they were traveling as a pair for that night), but that doesn't mean he won't continue to try. He definitely would have the "If Grayson doesn't shut up then I'll shup him up for him" mentality, especially if he very quickly catches on how what Dick is doing and saying is clearly having a negative impact on you - the only person he wants to hang around at the moment.

Jason would want to strangle Dick, and just to get him to stop, he just might. Though, you being there does stop him... until you keep screaming at Dick and he's even more convinced that he should just knock out Dick while he's at it. Just like Damian he would most likely try to intervene as soon as he even hears shouting and just knows that Dick is fucking everything up- but similar to Bruce, if and when certain things are said, he might hesitate or pause just to hear what the Reader has to say or just if what the Reader said caught him off guard. However, it mostly likely just makes him want to cut things off even more, but definitely just so that he can interrogate the reader over what he heard. Jason also just wants to bring the Reader home, but, in that moment he might just let them have a night before trying anything. If anyone knows when to give someone time to blow off some steam, especially after something like that? It's definitely going to be Jason.

As you said, Tim is definitely more likely to come across the whole thing on the cameras, and he feels similar to Jason and just wants to strangle Dick to make him shut up. I can see him trying to rush over to stop things, but does he do a very poor job at it? Absolutely. (Which... isn't saying much since honestly, in reality, anyone trying to intervene and such definitely just makes things worse, especially for the reader, even if they didn't mean to (just like Dick himself at the start of the park scene).) Man is not only lowkey stuck in a delusion at the moment, but also has said delusion shattered as he tries to cool things off- and before anyone knows it, hell, he might even get wrapped into things as a failed mediator of the situation. Similar to Dick, the more he scrambles and tries to reel things back, the more he fails and the worse the situation gets. Eventually, he ends up similar to Dick, and before they both know it, they're in the park by themselves, with you taking your leave- even if Tim definitely tries to chase after you which... goes about as well as you'd think.

Cassandra being the impulsive queen she is, and with nobody in the immediate vicinity to stop her, definitely just bodies Dick. Straight up. Body slam and all. Is it absolutely terrifying to see, especially when in the middle of an argument, crying your eyes out, and having the (arguably) worst night of your entire life? 100%. But is it appreciate to some extent until you realize "oh shit there's two of them now" and that, unlike Dick, Cassandra is very adamant about bringing you home no matter what? Maybe, but that's not here nor that. Regardless, Cassandra is pissed off, and unlike the end of the chapter, is definitely not afraid to do what she wanted since Bruce isn't around to say or do anything about it yet. Does it help in the long run? Not even a little, but hey, at least it's a little satisfying before reality sets in.

Maybe she'd try to drag Dick away, but she also doesn't want to lose track of you, or even let you out of her sight again, so that's not happening. Again, it's nice and all until she tries to drag you home.

Stephanie would also try to set in and cool things off even if she definitely feels more awkward about it, and kind of like Tim, would sort of end up being mixed into the argument- but I feel she would be more on the quiet side once that happens because, yeah, she feels bad. Like Dick, she recognizes that they kind of deserve everything the Reader is saying, and like Jason, Dick, and sort of like Bruce (minus the convincing part), Stephanie just lets the Reader go home once everything is said and done. Sure, she'd try to drag Dick away, but considering when that happens during the argument, that may be more difficult to do since at some point, Dick also loses himself within the hurtful words. She doesn't get put into a similar state like Dick, but feels equally awful, and kind of awkward. Especially since, well, she doesn't know what to do.

Barbara just straight up tries to drag Dick away no matter where in the argument she tries to interject. She's pissed, but doesn't want Dick and his big mouth to make things any worse than they already are, so she just rolls up to you two and drags him off no matter how upset he is too. However- well, she is most likely to see that from the cameras as well, and honestly hates watching it. Not because the Reader is wrong, but because they're right... though when they mention being hurt and such, that definitely catches her attention and she starts doing light research when they mention they 'could' be put into a hospital and nobody would come by or visit them. What she finds just makes her more upset. However, even if she didn't reach that point, still. Similar to Tim, when she sees what's going on in the cameras she tries to intervene. Rather that be by sending someone over, or just heading there herself (even if it is more likely to be the former).

However, I would also like to mention that most of them (aside from Tim, Cass, and maybe Damian (BIG maybe though)) actually wouldn't recognize the reader at first glance, and not only would have to do a double take, but it would cause Dick having to say the Reader's name for the rest of them to even know who Dick is talking to. Does that make things worse for them? Probably, and may even make some of their behavior more 'aggressive' or prominent because, well, they didn't even recognize the Reader right away, and it extra sucks since- y'know. They were even out in the first place to look for the Reader. So you know it definitely feels good knowing that you didn't even know who the person you were originally searching for even looked like until you notice that one of you is yelling at them- and doesn't feel awful at all.

Even then, as sort of 'hinted' at in Chapter 3, Stephanie and Barbara aren't full yanderes or even super deep into their development in that regard, so their reactions are bound to be more sensible, tame, and sane when it comes to the others and their own reactions and behaviors. But it definitely won't stay like that for long :]

Anyway, I hope this answered your question! And if you or anyone else needs any clarification on certain things, then please feel free to end in an ask!

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Very Handsome Boy

I used @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 's idea based on 4x05 "A.C.H"! I hope you like this!!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: While you're at a party, your friends mistake a cop for a stripper. He has a way you can make it up to him.

Warnings: some stripper jokes but it's clean, fluff! spoilers for 4x05

Word Count: 1.6k+ words

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You’ve been smiling since you walked into the party. Your friends, and the friends of friends of friends that have been invited through the grapevine, have definitely become the life of the party. The music is up and easy to dance to, plenty of food and drinks are prepared in the kitchen, and the people around you having a good time, which makes it even easier for you to have a good time.

“There you are!” your friend yells over the bass thumping through the speakers. “I thought you left.”

“Why would I leave?” you ask, raising your voice to match hers. “This is the best time I’ll have this month!”

“Now that we took the aux cord from Wade,” she agrees, laughing. “I don’t think I could take another millennial girl song.”

You laugh with her, prepared to make another joke about her boyfriend’s odd taste in music. Before you can speak, someone knocks loudly on the front door while, in a bedroom, your friend is yelled for.

“I’ll get the door,” you offer.

“I hope it’s the pizza!” Wade yells from the kitchen. “I’m starving!”

“Eat your chimichangas!” your friend jokes as she walks down the hall.

You roll your eyes fondly and approach the front door. As you open it, you’re surprised to see an attractive man in a police officer uniform standing on the stoop.

“Who called a stripper?!” a girl behind you yells excitedly.

“Oh, no,” the man before you interjects. “I’m-“

“Coming inside!” another partygoer finishes.

Several girls around you pull him inside, and though you can see his head shaking, you can’t make out what he’s saying. As you step between two people you don’t recognize to get closer to him, your eyes widen because his uniform looks too real.

You push closer to him, trying to tell everyone to back up, but they’re too busy looking at him and yelling over the music to hear you.

“Guys, stop!” you yell.

This time, they listen, but your demand is punctuated by a loud rip. You close your eyes and exhale before you look up at the police officer. His uniform has been ripped across one of his sleeves and the chest, and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry while apologizing profusely.

“He’s not a stripper!” you add as a handful of dollar bills are thrown toward him.

“Just…” the man begins, clearly annoyed and tired. “Just turn the music down.”

Someone runs to the speaker and turns the dial to an acceptable level. A couple girls apologize as they pass the police officer, but you step closer with your hands interlaced tightly.

“I am so sorry,” you begin. “There’s no excuse, but I’ll pay for the damages to your uniform, and I-“

He waves his hand gently to stop you before gesturing toward the door. You nod and follow him quietly out of the front door. You apologize again when it closes behind you and the party sounds are muffled.

“It’s fine,” he interrupts. “I’m Tim Bradford, by the way.”

You introduce yourself without giving him time to speak before you offer to pay for his uniform again.

“Actually,” he begins slowly. “There is another way you could repay me.”

You furrow your brows at his vague suggestion, and he glances toward the door when the music grows louder again.

“I’ll turn it down,” you promise.

“I was going to ask you out,” Tim corrects.

Halfway to the door, you stop. Turning slowly, you’re surprised Tim's eyes are on yours.

“If you don’t want to, I understand,” he adds. Tim has had his eyes on you since he opened the door, and despite the ripped uniform and the teasing he is guaranteed to get from his fellow officers, he’s glad he took this call. If only to meet you.

“I- I’d like that,” you answer softly.

Tim extends his phone to you and watches as you put your name and number in his contacts. Your phone buzzes in your pocket when he texts you his name, and you hold it before your stomach as you step backward toward the door.

“I’ll call you when my shift ends,” Tim says. “Keep the music down so I can wait until then, would you?”

“You got it, officer.”

Tim shakes his head before he returns to his shop. As he pulls away, you inspect the picture you took without him knowing. The ripped uniform may be bad for him, but it’ll make a great story for you, even if he doesn’t call later.

“So that’s what you look like in a shirt that doesn’t tearaway,” you joke when you open the door.

“The other one wasn’t tearaway,” Tim replies. “That’s for amateurs.”

“I really am sorry about that.”

“I’m not. Luckily, I did manage to hide the shirt and the story from everyone except my watch commander.”

Tim smiles, and you match his grin as you say, “I’m glad you can laugh about it.”

“You’ve been laughing about it since it happened.”

“I have not!” you argue. “I saved you, remember?”

“Yeah, that was really brave,” Tim agrees sarcastically. “It’s not the worst call I’ll ever be dispatched to.”

“If it was, I’d be offended.”

You follow Tim to his truck to get a late dinner, and as you talk and laugh together, you know that, without a doubt, going to that party and letting it get so loud is the best thing you’ve ever done.

A few weeks later, Tim invites you to visit him at the station and you happily agree. You’ve loved almost every moment of your relationship with Tim, and even when things aren’t as easy to love, he is.

“You must be Tim’s guest,” a woman says as you enter the Mid-Wilshire station. “I’m his best friend, Angela Lopez.”

“Right, I’ve heard about you,” you reply before introducing yourself.

“So, how did you meet my favorite no-nonsense cop and convince him to have company at work?”

“She was at the party on Halloween,” Tim answers. “Hi,” he says to you.

“Wait, you met her on a call?” another officer asks.

“These are our rookies, Jackson, Lucy, and Nolan,” Angela fills in for you. “They’re also the nosiest cops you’ll ever meet.”

“Wasn’t the party a noise disturbance?” Nolan inquires.

“It was,” Tim says. “She opened the door and then I was being pulled inside.”

“Some of my friends thought he was a stripper,” you explain further.

Jackson’s eyes widen as he slaps his hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Tim glares at Jackson as he adds, “Ripped my uniform and everything. At least they tipped well.”

“They ripped your uniform?” Lucy repeats.

You nod and pull your phone from your pocket to find the picture. After you show it to Lucy, she begins laughing so hard that she has to walk away and find somewhere to sit so she doesn’t fall. Every time her laughter slows, she sees Tim and starts anew again.

“I have so many questions,” Nolan says.

Angela and Jackson hold your phone to evaluate Tim’s stripper look. His eyes are on you, however.

“Save ‘em,” Jackson tells Nolan without looking up. “No one will ever mistake you for a stripper.”

“What does that mean?” Tim asks, turning his shoulders to face you.

“You’re really handsome,” you answer, smiling at him. "I'm sure it happens to very handsome boys all the time."

Tim shakes his head, but you can tell he’s hiding a smile. You’ve been smiling since you met him, and if he had to get his uniform ripped to see your smile, Tim would do it a hundred more times.

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Okay but I like to think that Jason's helmet has like noise and brightness controls so he can focus when things get bad.

If you ever have a sensory overload day when he's near, and everything is just too bright, too loud, too much, he'll gently plunk his helmet on your head, turned down to block out almost everything but still leave you aware enough of your surroundings to know he's there.

The quiet helps, your eyes don't hurt as much. And you feel safe knowing he's protecting you.

❄️

ANON THIS IS FUCKING EVERYTHING

this may be a little too self-indulgent but, fuck it, I needed this

It started when you fell asleep last night, not meaning to, so you had to take a shower in the morning. Then you had to wear the pair of stiff jeans because you had fallen asleep before you washed clothes. Then the seams of your shirt became incredibly bothersome and ever-present. All of this is to say: you were destined for failure today.

The Wayne family had agreed on a public outing to go eat and keep up appearances. Afterwards, everyone would head back to the manor to either get ready for patrol or just hang out. The entire family was invited and so were the significant others, hence you. It's not something you could cancel and Jason was so happy to ask you to go. You were determined to tough it out. For him.

You sat down at the table and your chair was uneven and wobbly. Ok. Ignore it. Move on. The lights were almost painfully bright. You tried not to think about it. The music was on loop but there was a small static gap when it looped and the song itself wasn't long, so the static was every minute. Ignore it. You were seated with your back to the door so you couldn't see when or where noises were coming from. Ignore it. There was a baby crying somewhere around the back of the restaurant. Ignor-

Someone taps you and your shoulders raise. Jason retreats his hand back immediately.

"Are you ok?" You can see the worry and calculation in his eyes.

"I'm okay." Your words sound grating to your own ears.

He doesn’t look like he buys it. "Do you want me to order for you?"

You nod your head and he has you point to what you want on the menu.

You hold polite small talk with the entire family and try to avoid touching the napkin that's texture felt like sandpaper. You can do this.

You ignore the shuttering of paparazzi photos from the window and the constant buzz of screaming from outside.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You can do this.

The waiter comes back and hands out the food. Yours is very clearly burnt.

But Bruce is paying for the food and it would be rude not to eat it, right? Yeah that's something that your mother told you.

You put it in your mouth and do your best not to gag at the texture. Jason narrows his eyes at you. Fuck, he's onto you. You smile and put your all into not gagging until he turns back to look at Dick, who is telling a story.

Nailed it.

Eventually. Finally. You get to leave the restaurant.

But it's already too late for you. You can hear cars wizzing by, horns, tires screeching, engines revving, people yelling, and all other sounds of Gotham traffic. You're thankful Jason drove his car today and not his motorcycle ir you think you would have died. Steph and Duke are engrossed in their own conversation in the backseat after they refused to ride back with Bruce after he disagreed with their opinions in some fight you didn’t get the full picture of. Jason eyes you warily, but doesn’t say a word.

It's barely 5 minutes before you're at the manor. You're sitting on the couch, back straight and legs together. Alfred likes the living room to be bright, so all the lights are on. Great for Alfred. Terrible for you. You swear there must be 50 people in this fucking family because you can hear each and every one of their voices.

The sounds are grating, the lights are too bright, Cass and Tim are tossing their gear at each other over the couch and over you head, the dogs are barking, someone is yelling, Dick squeezes your shoulder as he walks past (with good intentions), you can't fucking think-

Jason's helmet is slipped over your head. He's done it before, just not often, so you forgot it even had the function.

Everything is made dark. The noise, instead of sounding like its coming rom inside your skull, sounds low and distant. Cass catches her last piece of armor from Tim and moves presumably to go down to the cave.

It's like a sensory deprivation tank and you think you might just cry of relief.

You see Jason crouch in front of you. His voice, though quieter than it usually would be, is still clear.

"Better?"

You wordlessly nod your head. In doing so, you notice that everyone else is gone. When did that happen?

"Why didn’t you tell me?" You start getting nervous. You just knew how excited he was and didn’t want to ruin it for him. And you know he still would have wanted you to tell him, but you felt terrible. You anxiously raise your shoulders into a nervous shrug.

He sighs. "I shouldn't have asked. Questions only make it worse, huh?"

You nervously nod your head. He laughs.

"'M sorry, baby."

You shake your head no before he can continue that train of thought.

"You wanna go put on one of my big comfy shirts and we can put you in my bed?"

You nod again. That sounds like fucking heaven.

He holds out his hand and you take it.

[i-cant-sing]

I think its time i reach down into the depths of hell and bring superbat kid back to the surface

She is a little confused rn because papa Clark told her that Santa is gonna bring her gifts when she's asleep, but just a day ago, daddy Bruce had told her that Santa does not exist.

Right now, she's back at the Wayne Manor because Clark wanted to yell at Bruce for saying Santa isn't real. With her brothers around, she asks them if Santa is real or not.

Jason and Damian said "No" while Tim and Dick said "Yes" simultaneously. You looked back and forth between them as they began arguing.

Dick: Santa is real-

Damian: no, he's not-

Tim: it's called letting Y/n have a normal, healthy childhood.

Jason: what's healthy about a stranger breaking in to your house and watching you sleep and leaving materialistic things before eating your baked goods?

Damain,nodding: yeah, that's not a good figure to look up to. Santa is a bad guy-

And baby reader only hears "Santa is a bad guy who breaks into your house at night when everyone's sleep" part and is now afraid.

Later that night, after Bruce had tucked reader in, he heard something move. He went out to check the boys, thinking that maybe one of them got out of bed, but ti his surprise, they were all asleep with their doors wide open. He then went towards your room, only to stop when he heard a loud crash from downstairs. Everyone was awake now, and they all rushed downstairs to the living room, where you stayed afloat in the air with a baseball bat in your hand, as you swung and hit the stomach of-

Santa?

What the hell?

"Y/n!" Bruce called, startling you as you instantly floated towards him, hugging him as you said "I beat Santa! I beat Santa!"

The Santa, who was now being picked up by Dick and Jason, turned out to be actually Clark in disguise.

"What are you doing here Clar-"

"HO! HO! HO! SANTA JUST CAME TO DROP PRESENTS FOR YOUNG Y/N!" Clark exclaimed, cutting Bruce off.

You glared at the man in red suit, still not recognising your dear papa. "I don't want any presents from the bad man! You- you broke into our house without- ringing the bell!" You tried to float towards Santa to beat him again, but Bruce caught you and held you firmly against his chest. "I won't let you hurt daddy or my brothers or Alfie!"

It's like a lightswitch went off in the boys head and they all finally understood what you meant.

Bruce titled your chin towards him. "Y/n, sweetie, as nice it is for you to beat up Santa to protect me and your brothers and Alfred, and I'm very proud that you took my "stranger danger" lessons well, you must understand that you will never fight someone without getting my permission first. Its too dangerous, I don't want you to get hurt, princess." Your brothers agreed. "Do you understand, Y/n?"

You nodded, playing with your hands.

"Good. Now, let's go back to bed-" Bruce was interrupted by Clark clearing his throat loudly.

Ugh. Bruce rolled his eyes. "And Y/n, Santa is not a bad guy. He just wanted to leave us some presents. Small, cheap ones, unlike mine but hey, what can you do?" Clark glared at him whole your brothers snickered. "So, please don't beat up Santa next time, okay?"

"Okay. Sorry, Mr Santa."

"Its okay, Y/n! Ho! Ho-"

"Stop with the theatrics. You interrupted her bedtime. It's time for her to sleep. Try to be more quiet next time, Santa." Bruce growled, clearly unhappy at Clark for making you miss your beauty sleep.

[dceuheadcanons]

How my main batboy pookies respond to personal conflict/act in arguments. Because I feel angsty today

If someone was mad at Bruce he probably wouldn't care. But! It does heavily depend on who's mad at him. If it was any of his kids (especially Dick or Jason, considering how heavily he feels like he's failed the two of them in the past) he'd probably go quiet and grit his teeth. His words would get stuck sorely in his throat, and when he tried to speak he'd probably start crying. He'd try to wipe away the tears quickly but they would definitely just keep coming. He probably doesn't get angry at other people that often, unless they hurt people he loves in some way. Even then he isn't really the violent type, he'd probably be more cold, calm and cutting in that situation.

Dick! He'd get MAD mad. No tears, no shaky voice, nothing. Obviously depending on what the argument's about, but if it's serious.. yeah. I have an anger issues Dick Grayson agenda. He is all bark and ALL bite. He would probably throw a punch or just full on dive at you if you went too far. That man has a terrifying angry voice, and even if his actions aren't angry or violent.. if you hear that voice, maybe consider running? And never stopping? Until you reach the other side of the galaxy?

Jason is a crybaby to me. Not the whimpy kind, really, but he cries a lot. Crying is probably one of his main pastimes, let's be honest, he's a very emotional guy. When he gets truly angry it tends to be from a place of sadness. But he's a master of words, so he will also be telling you all the ways in which he hates you as tears stream down his face! I loooove imagining him getting mad at Bruce for, like, everything. He'd definitely yell awful things at Bruce and then, as soon as Bruce leaves, he'd sink to the floor and sob like a baby.

Tim. Timmy boy. Timber. He.. he doesn't like conflict. He doesn't start it directly. He tries to avoid engaging in any of his friend's conflicts. If he's mad at someone he'll just sabotage them in some way. Probably by resetting all their passwords or something, if it's a fairly minor conflict. If someone starts yelling at him he shuts down and tunes them out. He never cries (except for his monthly Five Minute Crying Session™️) over anything. Emotions? What are those? Tim has no idea.

Ough Damian. This actually heavily depends on who's mad at him. If it's an authority figure he'll probably at least think about it for days and cry over it in private. If it's his grandfather.. yeah this kid is probably self disciplining himself over it. If it's any of his brothers he won't apologise, won't act like he regrets what they're mad at him for, but he WILL feel guilty about it for the rest of his life. He can very clearly remember every time he's messed up or made someone angry. The main trait that he inherited from Bruce, personality wise, was his guilt.. though everyone assumes it's the cold and uncaring exterior. Or the acting skills.

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

Feeling ✨inspired ✨

Tim x Daughter!Reader

Very quick blurb I thought of :)

Also consider reading my other Tim and Daughter readers? I’d like to build a small little story around it all, but idk?

T.W.: Yelling, swearing, crying, angst

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You and Brian sat in the bathroom, you on the counter and him in front of you, wrapping your arm in gauze. It wasn’t a large cut, but deeper and bleeding a lot. You’d definitely have a scar, but Brian said it would look “cool as fuck”.

You hadn’t been sitting on the counter before you could hear the front door slam open. Brian looked to the hallway and payed attention to the hurried and loud footsteps echoing. He looked back at you, a look of concern and sorrow. You sighed, knowing you were in deep shit.

“What the hell,” Tim appeared in the doorway, clearly pissed.

“Tim, she’s fine-“ Brian began before Tim cut him off.

“I don’t give a damn if she’s fine,” ok ouch, you thought, “she fucking snuck out and then got hurt! Look at this,” Tim paced over to where you and Brian were, grabbing your arm so hard it would definitely bruise. He looked to you, seething with anger.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, the quiet apology going practically unheard.

“Brian, out.” It wasn’t a question, more so a demand. Brian began to protest, but it fell on deaf ears. He gave you a sorry look, and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“What the hell were you thinking? Better fucking question, were you even thinking?!” Tim’s voice raised with every word.

“I just wanted to go for a walk, that’s all,” you tried to explain.

“Right right, with no one?! You know how dangerous this damn forest is and yet here you are, doing dumb shit again!”

“Again?” You asked, your own voice slightly raising. Tim looked at you, a look you couldn’t decipher on his face.

“Do not take a tone with me, understood?” It was firm and you mumbled out a small apology.

“Listen,” Tim rubbed his temples and took in a deep breathe, “I get it. You hate it here, being cooped up, because we’re just sooo bad to live with! Well guess what? You’re stuck here! Because if you go out there, you’re alone. You hear that? Alone!” You gulped, only looking at him in shame.

“You will be alone and who knows what will happen! Hell, you’re lucky it was only Rake who got you! What if it was someone like Jeff, or you could have been Jack’s next meal? What then?” You knew he made good points, but it hurt for him to yell them at you. You just wanted out, wanted to be able to go as everyone else did.

“Or what if humans got you?? You know what they’d do to you? You’d get thrown into foster care, or left on the streets, or hell maybe jail? You have no idea what the real world is like because you’re just a stupid kid! A stupid kid who’s never experienced the real world!”

“We’ll maybe if you’d let me out, I could find out what it’s like,’ you retaliated, “I’m locked up here! You, Brian, Toby, hell even the cat has more freedom then I do! And it’s all to protect me? Bullshit!” Tim was taken aback by you’re yelling, but he didn’t take kindly to it.

“Ya’ know what? Just go to your room, I’ll fucking decide later how I’m going to ground you,” Tim sensed your growing frustration.

“No!” You yelled, “It’s not fair, everyone can go and do as they please! But I’m stuck here for my protection? What are you protecting me from? The world I’ll never get to see?!”

“From people like your mother. People who will abuse and abandon you. People who lie, who steal, people who will hurt you.” Tim never brought up your mom, never. He said it was a one night thing, but you never believed him. It couldn’t have been, he always avoided her.

“Bullshit,” you responded and pushed past Tim. Walking into the hallway and to your room, you slammed the door shut, “if you just wanted to keep me because you felt bad or some bullshit, save it. I don’t fucking care,” you yelled through the door, loud enough Brian heard from downstairs. Hot tears streamed down your face as you grabbed a set of headphones BEN had gifted you. You weren’t supposed to be friends with anyone, but you honestly didn’t care. You cried yourself to sleep that night, wholeheartedly believing Tim couldn’t care less for you.

[shadedheart138]

She Is Fiction, She's A Curse, She's A Pretty Thing On A High, High Shelf

It was surprisingly calm in camp today, Warriors thought with a small smile. He was eating a handful of almonds and cashews that Time had handed him. Wars looked up, about to ask Time for a handful of walnuts as well, before that calm was shattered.

Wind, shrieking happily, some sort of argument on his tongue that Wars couldn't make out. Legend, her hat gone and hair down, an ice rod in her hands. Pink ring glittering in the firelight.

"I'll fucking freeze you with my ice rod, Sailor! Don't try me, your kneecaps will go first!"

Wind laughs again- ah, that's what they're fighting over, Legend's hat. Warriors laughs, and gets his walnuts. Wind ducked under Sky's arm, and between Wild and Hyrule.

"I'll leave ye on an island!" Whatever else he said was lost to giggles and a child's joy. Warriors set his nuts aside.

"Ah, Wind! What's an island?" Warriors asks, his voice clearly teasing. Wind pauses just enough, seemingly insulted, for Legend to snatch her hat back. Her voice goes sour as she responds with; "Something I don't enjoy, anymore."

Wind looks at her, confused. Wars tried to uplift the conversation from it's sudden, dark turn with a half of a story.

"I knew a girl from an island once, in the war. Long blue dress, bright red hair. Always had a hibiscus in it-"

It does the opposite of it's intent.

Legend's eyes go wide, as if she'd just seen a ghost.

"You. WHAT." Her voice is soft, laced with unknown hurt and something resembling fear. She's rigid now, eyes searching Warriors' for any kind of lie.

"She was a nice girl, really good on the battlefield-" Wars tries to amend, fix whatever mistake he'd unknowingly made.

Legend seems to freak out a little, her eyes holding unshed tears. She suddenly grips Warriors by the collar of his shirt, not caring about the sudden rigidity and anxiety Warriors began to show.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW HER." Legend screams, her voice breaking in the middle. She swears again, softly, and thumbs off the pink ring, not caring where it fell. They usually didn't show such lack of care for their things. It's quickly replaced with a blue one, and Legend is back in Warriors' face and space, his voice raised again.

"ANSWER ME, WARS!"

"I-I just knew her from the war. What's the big deal? She just came through the portal and joined us. Then she went home." Warriors' voice shook, as he spoke. still stiff and uncomfortable.

Wild frowns at Legend, crossing their arms. They hadn't caught nearly any of the conversation and was trying to piece the story together. "Leg, what's wrong? You're so fuckin' loud, like, the Gorons on Death Mountain can probably hear you."

Legend glares harshly at Wild.

"WARRIORS KNEW MARIN, THAT'S WHAT!" His voice cracks terribly, and one of the tears fall.

"Why are you yelling at me about it?" Warriors asked, his fingers starting to tremble. Legend was raising his voice higher and higher, and it was making Warriors' ears go back. Legend's ears were down and back clearly very upset and no one knew what for.

"You don't understand." Legend's voice breaks in a way that sounds final, like his voice isn't coming back to the same snark it usually possesses. It stays trembly and upset. Vulnerable. His breath catches on what suspiciously sounds like a sob.

"Maybe explain it then!" Wild says, with a good deal of sarcasm. Warriors responded at the same time with a soft, "I don't."

Twilight came into the clearing, surprised at the shouting, he'd been out patrolling. Just to make sure they were completely safe, having a couple people injured. Hyrule, who was passed out cold due to heavy magic exhaustion. He still smelled like blood. And Sky, who had a broken shoulder. He refused to rest it and broke it worse.

Wind was vaguely talking about a bird friend he had, who was a girl, and who could fly but she looked like him, almost human. He was leaned up against Four now, nearly dozing as he told his stories. Time watched, not intervening. His boys could work out their own troubles. He didn't need to get involved. Everyone else around didn't dare add onto the conversation, in fear of being yelled at by Legend or making everything worse.

"I leave for five damn minutes, and now 'vryone is yellin'." Twilight says with no fondness, moving to Wild.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNOW HER AND YOU SHOULDN'T KNOW HER BECAUSE SHE WASN'T FUCKING REAL." Legend's voice has a rasp to it, from the shouting.

"I... I don't know what to tell you? She went home." Wars whispered.

Wild frowned. "Well, that's a little scary. She wasn't real?"

Legend looked down at his feet, hands losing their steel grip on Warriors' tunic very suddenly. Legend began to wring his wrists. "She wasn't real." His voice was very, very small. He sounded so heartbroken. Almost like a child, who'd lost something so important to them. Fuck, Legend was only what, seventeen? Eighteen? Twenty at most? He was still a kid. Still young enough to be one.

"I'm c-confused." Wars said, moving back from Legend's touch just fast enough to be worrying. He started rubbing the side of his neck.

"She wasn't real. She was a dream, she isn't real. Wasn't." Legend whispered, almost to himself. Warriors murmured something about Marin summoning a fish.

Twilight whispered to Wild, not quite catching the whole plot of the argument. "So why, pray tell, 're they arguin' now? All 'm gettin' is that they're fightin' over some... fish?"

"I don't really know." Wild responded, watching Legend pull at his own hair and try desperately not to cry. "Wars was talking about someone that appeared from a portal in the war, and apparently Legend knew her? But she was a dream?"

"Ahh, okay. So they're fightin' over a girl."

Wars broke the silence between himself and Legend. It was a rather large mistake, on his behalf. "So I'm guessing you d-don't have a good history with Miss Marin?"

Legend turned. His eyes were wide, soft around the edges with hurt. He gripped Warriors again, this time by the shoulders. "A GOOD HISTORY??" He shouted, making Warriors flinch harshly. "A GOOD HISTORY????? WARRIORS, I WAS IN A DREAM FOR OVER A YEAR OF MY LIFE, AND FELL IN LOVE WITH HER. AND THEN I WOKE UP. AND SHE WAS NEVER REAL." Legend choked on a sob, beginning to finally cry out loud. His hands softened on Warriors' shoulders, and Warriors quickly pushed them off. He couldn't take the touch of his brother right now, not like this. Legend nearly fell over. He didn't care.

Wind frowned from his spot and paused his story. He whispered a small, "Oh."

Wild looked less mad now. "That's..." Legend cut him off. "I don't fucking understand, Wars. Help me understand. Is she still out there? Could I see her again?" He was pleading now, not screaming. One of his legs shook hard enough to nearly send him to the ground.

"Legend. Leg- Link. Look at me." Warriors said, trying to hide his own discomfort for Legend's benefit. "I didn't know that. How could I have?"

Legend threw up his hands.

Wild tried to butt into the conversation with his own dream experience. "So… uh… you also sort of had something happen like that too? Where something happened and it's not supposed to be real?" Legend didn't call him out for butting in like he would usually do. He shrugged.

"Yeah, if you can call it that." He sounded defeated. Legend rubbed his eyes. Twilight was fed up with all the crying and shouting.

"Hey, Legend. Let's go take a walk, 'kay? We can go get some space. Talk about her if you want? Or jus' walk." He offered his hand.

"Yeah. Yeah, I could take a walk." Legend whispers, as if he's parroting someone. He hugs himself, knees shaking as he presses himself to Twilight's side. Twilight slings an arm over him, hugging his frame. He usually gave off such high energy, such power, conviction, confidence. Now he just looked small. Sad, defeated, upset, and destroyed. Wars had built up hope so fast and so quick just to break it down with a wrecking ball.

"Alright. C'mon, I've got you. Shh." Twilight whispered, as Legend began to sob in earnest. He led him away from the clearing.

Warriors watched with wide eyes, rattled from both the trauma dump from his brother and the yelling that had been right in his face.

Warriors had never seen Legend cry.

XXX

I MUST MAKE A PART TWO HELP

[alittledoseofchaos]

Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)

Note: bold and italic means that it is said in french.

First, Prev,

'In. Out.' Marinette thinks to herself as she clambers out of the van.

"Here you go, Miss Marinette." She feels her nose crinkle in displeasure as she turns to accept her suitcase.

"Just Marinette, please." She feels her eyebrows furrow as Alfred chuckles quietly. Bewilderment spreads through her as he just keeps walking up the steps. Realizing she's being left behind, she rushes forward. She's just in time for him to reach the door. She turns to him to repeat herself when she hears a crash.

Spinning around to face the oak door, she finally takes in the sight around her. A vast, stone building looms infront of her. The manor's windows are small, but plentiful and built with stone mullions. The manor is clearly old with all the chips she could see in the stone. Gray skies threaten rain and pale vines blanket the walls.

'Goth and elegant, just like Juleka.' As soon as the thought forms, a rush of inspiration and aching loneliness fills her. Pushing aside both, she pulls out her phone to take a picture.

Her thumb hovers over the button as the feeling of being watched overcomes her again. Her grip tightens. She finally understands how people can feel like they're suffocating even when they're outside. The overwhelming sense of walls closing in, inch by inch. A pressure presses against her neck and cuts off her air flow.

Another abrupt crash brings her back to reality. She takes in a large, greedy breath. Feeling the air fill her lungs grounds her slightly. She opens her eyes, and shudders when everything appears to be tinted green.

"Miss Marinette, are you alright?" She turns towards the voice hesitantly. Meeting Alfred's eyes, she goes to answer when the front door slams open. A young man rushes out, his black hair being the only distinguishable thing as he runs through.

"I'm going to kill you Drake!" Another blur yells. The limited sunlight glints off the sheen of metal. The second blur tackles the first and their both sent tumbling down the remaining steps.

"I do hope you both decided to wash your own clothes, since you've clearly decided to ruin them." Alfred cuts in. The blurs freeze before scrambling apart. There before her stands two boys.

One appears to be nineteen, with incredibly pale skin and calculating blue eyes. The other boy has forest green eyes and looks to be about twelve. She watches as the older boy takes a knife out of the other boy's hands and throws it to the side. Why does he have a knife? The boys stand straight and tall. The youngest's face scrunches into a scowl.

"Really, another one?" The boys say in sync. Seeing that the boys were close to murdering each other, Alfred steps in.

"Master Tim, Master Damian, if you would please refrain from attempted murder infront of our guest, that would be wonderful."

"So successful murder is still on the table, then?" The shorter boy says dryly. Marinette watches in awe as Alfred raises his eyebrow and the boys reluctantly shuffle inside. Following them into the foyer of the mansion, Marinette eyes everything around her with bug eyes. Alfred clears his throat, staring at the boys pointedly.

"Oh, right, I'm Tim and you are?" The older boy greets. Taking a closer look, Marinette sees that eyebags as dark as an abyss weigh down his eyes.

"Uh, Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He nods solemnly.

"Cool. Bye." She flounders as he walks off. She hears Alfred sigh behind her.

"I guess that means you're Da-" She stops as she realizes that Damian is no longer with them. "What in camembert cheese is happening?"

She ignores Alfred's quiet "pardon?" and turns to a man descending the stairs. His black hair falls into a careless look, but his dark blue eyes are full of careful consideration. He appears very relaxed, which should've been her first clue that things were only going to get worse.

"Hello! I'm Dick! You must be Marinette."

"I- yeah?...Isn't that a cuss word?" She mumbles.

"It's an old nickname for Richard." He replies breezily. Marinette nods her head.

"Yeeeaaahhh, Alfred may you please take me to my room now? Or back to Paris, atleast I'm used to the crazy there."

Alfred smiles at her warmly and Dick laughs. Heat blooms across her face. She crosses her arms as she tries not to throw her arms up in exasperation.

"Tired of us already? And here I was, hoping you'd enjoy your stay here." A man in a suit says from her left. Another person with black hair and blue eyes She feels her eyes widen as she realizes who he is.

"Th- that's not what I m- meant Mr. Wayne! I'm really grateful for you helping me out and-" Bruce Wayne smiles and cuts off her rambling with a wave.

"I'm just joking, Ms. Dupain-Cheng."

The next hour is a blur for Marinette as she goes through a brief tour and Bruce lists off the ground rules. When she finally gets to her very large guest room, her mind is whirling. Her phone lights up as a shrill ringing fills the room. She reaches for the phone and answers it absent-mindedly.

"Hey Nathaniel..."

[spinchs-field]

in which Ashes remembers falling in love

WHAT'S up fellas. still fulfilling my god-given duty of writing about gay space pirates. this one is formatted slightly different from the other ones i've written. it's meant to be more like a collection of moments in Ashes' memories that happen across multiple months rather than one big scene. ok enough rambling. enjoy <3 warning; they get drunk at the end. that's it (:

Ashes couldn’t tell you when they first fell in love. Ask, and you wouldn't get an answer. Time passes strangely when you’re immortal. Days blur into seconds, months fade into minutes, decades are a day, passing in the blink of an eye.

But they can tell you about every time their hand would brush against Tim’s, and each and every time their very soul became a beautiful, burning bonfire. They remember vividly each time Tim met their eyes, and they had to look away before they did something stupid.

It was hard at first, loving that soldier. He was still recovering from the shock of countless deaths. He barely even knew how to control his new eyes. He hardly trusted the Toy Soldier, let alone anyone else on the ship. 

Ashes was the only one comfortable enough to offer their room for him to sleep in while Nastya worked on constructing one for him in the O’Neill ring. 

Tim declined until he ran into Ashes one evening, hauling a blanket and pillow to the living room. 

“Oh,” Tim said quietly. “I thought you were…”

“Oh, no,” Ashes laughed. “I’m uh… I meant it, when I said you could use my room.”

Tim was quiet for some time. He looked off to the side. “Right.”

“I mean, you don’t have to, it was j–”

“No, I’ll… take you up on that offer,” Tim interrupted. 

“Oh! Alright.” 

They stood in silence for some time. 

“Thanks,” Tim mumbled before he brushed past Ashes.

Ashes turned to watch him walk away. “Goodnight,” they called after him.

Ashes can’t remember hearing a response. 

Weeks would pass with these being their sole interactions. They meet in the hall at night, exchange short sentences, then go to bed. 

Ashes remembers clearly the night that their mind refused to let them sleep. It was the day they saw Tim smile for the first time since being on the Aurora. The image clung to their brain like fire to a matchstick. Something crackled in their chest each time they thought about it. 

After some time, Ashes nearly forgot they had a room until they overheard Nastya telling Tim that his was done. 

That night, Ashes almost jumped out of their skin at the sight of Tim asleep in their bed. They remember feeling a sort of dread at the thought of waking him up. He looked so beautiful. They wouldn’t dare ruin it. 

“You have your own room, you know,” Tim commented the next morning. “You can stop sleeping in the living room.”

“I dunno, the couch is kinda growing on me,” Ashes laughed.

Tim’s mouth twitched slightly into a smile. 

Ashes felt their soul catch ablaze. 

Eventually, Tim moved into his own room, but the scent of gunpowder never left Ashes’ sheets. 

They went through countless nights without sleep, mind racing with images of Tim. Snippets of the words they shared played over and over in their mind. The gunpowder didn’t help. 

Months would pass. The two of them grew closer. Tim smiled more, laughed more, became human again.

No longer a mechanised soldier, but a part of the crew. No longer Tim the soldier, but Tim the gunner. Tim the madman. Tim the fighter. Tim, the one that never left Ashes’ mind.

Tim, the man Ashes fell in love with.

Ashes yelled into Nastya’s pillow, the engineer rubbing circles on their back.

“It’s so stupid!” Ashes groaned.

“I know,” Nastya said. 

“Why him?! Why did I have to fall for the fucking…” Ashes made quick, vague movements with their hands in frustration. “Him?!”

“Well, you do have a lot in common.”

Ashes sighed, shoving their face deeper into the pillow, trying to suffocate the thoughts. “Is this what it felt like? When you fell in love with Aurora?” they asked, resting the side of their head on the pillow. 

“You can say that.” Nastya glanced up at the monitors of the engine room. “Actually, yes. I did not know what to do, when I found out.” She smiled gently at Ashes. 

Ashes sighed again. “This is stupid.” They pressed their face back into the pillow. “He’s so stupid.”

The weeks– or maybe it was months, they could hardly remember– after that were nothing but a blur of feelings and frustration. Ashes could barely be in the same room as him. They had to be told plans separately from Tim, because he was all they paid attention to. It was bordering on embarrassing. 

It didn’t help that Tim was so fucking outgoing. Ashes couldn’t tell you how many times they had to blatantly lie to his face about being busy each time he wanted to hang out with them. 

Eventually, they ran out of excuses, and they only fell deeper into that maddening love as Tim ranted to them about weapons, and made them watch movies, and rested his hand on their shoulder when talking, and smiled, and laughed, and spent every waking moment with them. 

One day (and Ashes could tell you the exact date, because it’s marked on every calendar from that year into the end of the universe), Ashes let it slip.

“I love you,” Ashes said. The words stumbled out of their mouth, wavy with alcohol.

Tim stared at them through bleary, beautiful metallic eyes. He smiled drunkenly. “Really?” 

Ashes smiled and nodded, a laugh bubbling out of their chest. “Really. I… fuck, I love you… so much.” They leaned back, resting their back against the wall. 

Tim shifted on the bed, a hazy laugh falling from his lips as bottles clinked and clattered to the floor. “Like… like actually… love me? Not, fuckin’, platin– fuck. Platonic shit?”

“Fuh– man, yes,” Ashes laughed, bringing a bottle to their lips and taking another swig. “Can’t… stop thinkin’ about you. All th’ time.”

Tim stared quietly at them, a hundred secrets hidden behind his eyes. He moved closer to Ashes. They didn’t even notice.

“I’s so… stupid. You’re– you’re not stupid. God, you’re so smart.” Ashes’ nerves were ablaze as Tim rested a hand on their shoulder. They mindlessly leaned into the touch. “I j’st… I dunno. Your smile… makes me dizzy.” They could barely hold back their laugh. 

Ashes looked over to their side, where they thought Tim was. Their eyes shot over to where Tim was now– lingering in front of them, a deep look of adoration in his eyes.

They stared into his eyes, heart pounding in their chest. All they could hear was their heartbeat and Tim’s slow, steady breaths. 

His lips parted gently. “Can– Ashes, can I…?” His voice trailed off as he leaned in. 

Ashes reached up, cupping Tim’s face with their hand, and kissed him.

Tim sighed, wrapping his arms around Ashes’ neck. Ashes pulled him close, never wanting to let him go. 

Eventually, they had to, so Tim could catch his breath. He laughed, airy and gentle. His breath reeked of alcohol, and Ashes loved it. 

“I… I love you too,” Tim said, gazing at Ashes through half-lidded eyes. 

Something caught fire in Ashes’ chest. For a second, they thought their lungs finally broke. 

They swallowed hard, and all of the sudden, they were no longer a slick mobster who could get anything they wanted. They were just a stunned, madly in love Ashes O’reilly. 

“Do y– does that mean you wan– wanna…” They stumbled over their words, heat rising in their face. “G– wanna da–” they could hardly speak. A laugh rumbled out of their chest.

Tim smiled and leaned in, pressing his forehead against Ashes’. “Yeah. I think… I think I do.”

“Oh my God,” Ashes breathed out the words. “Oh, holy shit.”

Ashes laughed again, tears stinging their eyes. Tim laughed with them, pulling Ashes into a hug. 

Ashes held him close, never wanting to let him go. 

At some point, they fell asleep, only to wake up, hours later, with Tim pressed up close to them. He was completely conked out, snoring gently against Ashes. 

For just a second, they considered getting up, but as they stared down at him, they saw just how beautiful he looked. 

They didn’t dare ruin it. 

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hey guyss

😬 yeahh the cameras :(

:( bc that's just a rough situation

Ahh yeah then you can see all the trauma of that xdd

Oh right and they get real (not real) cameras lol

Hmm okay so he did try to break in

Ope?

LOL his accomplice o.o guess he did need help xD

Guess he doesn't care about being found now? Fair enough

Do you not see they're cops o.o

Ayy we love the commitment xD

Oh no-

Sir o.o

XD

Oh gosh they really hate her o.o

Don't go in too angry bestie be chill xdd

Yeah bestie she knows 😬

C'mon girl you got this 😬

😑 sir

Leave her aloneee

Okay good response good response

GLAD?

Bro I hate this guy 😑

Okay be chill be chill

But also go off girl xd

Honeyy xd 😭

OPE good thing they left those cameras o.o

??

The bandages and such, were there two of them?

Annnd they don't know the island 😭😬

Nope

Oh gross 😭

NOOO sir sorry 😭 poor girlie :((

Bro is crazy o.o

Bailey now is not the time xD

Nolan I don't think that'll work

Nah yeah he's way crazy o.o

I mean it kinda is a whole operation now xD

Nolannn be chill 😭

Guysss 😭😭

Maybe they'll hear the yelling?

UMMM

UH OH UH OH

EXCUSE ME???

Imagine if they killed Bailey right here

Did he shoot John in the leg???

YEAH RUN GUYS GUN

And screaming lol

Ahhh no him

Howw though?

OHH YEAH THE JAM

SLAY NOLAN :D

YOO go off Nolan with the chair

Y'allll 😭😬

Uh ohhh uh oh

OOP go off

Hey guys XD I mean why are they even there lol

Just for funsies xD

Ah for towels clearly 😌

EW

LOL the backup xD slay

ICONIC go off all y'all

XD funny that Nyla and Angela were too late lol but I'm sure the lift out and emotional just, them being there helped!

Ayy slay Celina :DD

Nice compliments Tim :))

Lol nahhh he ain't

Aww hey guys xD

XD yeah she's being going through it lol xd 🤢

Awww besties :'))

I love them sm thank you very much <33

Yeah it'll be back to normal soon :'DD :')

I'm glad we didn't drag that out too long <33

Aww that good night Celina was cute idk why

The way he said it was satisfying/sweet :)

Babeys <33 🥰

OOP detective's list o.o?

Uh ohh

Nah she's gonna see her name farther down but still there hey :)

Good shock?

Uh oh

Okay maybe it's not good shock xd

ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ huh??

Oh bc she'll be on it for so long :((?

Aww 17 😭😭 Honey I'm so sorry :(((

Lucyyy 😭😭😭😭😭💔❤️

Poor babey :'(( <3

I thought I saw a bit of a clip that said 17th place and that explains it xdd 😭

Nahh she'll do something that moves her up idk how but she will

I'm glad story wise she didn't do too amazing though :') :'/

XD hey besties lol

You look tired

I mean that's kinda what we expected though isn't it lol

Oogh gosh o.o pieces 😬

Ahh yeah xd makes sense

The getting paranoid lol

I mean they were conducting surveillance lol-

I mean they didn't do much xD

XDD guys

LOL

I mean is it really that pleasant there xD

After all the. yk. murder lol

Awww honey 😭 xd

Okay phew I don't have to see her tell Tim lol

Not that he would've been upset with her or anything, he probably hugged her lol :) but still it would hurt me

I mean is it worse though xD

Awww what is it (this is a tiny bit of the clip I saw, like "prize for 17th" is what I saw)

AWWWWW STOP THAT IS SO CUTE

Did he get that as 1st originally on purpose :'))?

Honey <33

LOL metro xD

AWWWW lovelies 🥰🥰 of course she did :')

If this doesn't prove he supports you doing that idk what does xD

Awww honey :')) :'( you could never disappoint him <3

AWW yeah :') xD

Y'ALLLLL they're so cute <333

Aww it is cute/sweet xD <33 🥰❤️

Ope 👀?

Nahh it's a tv ain't it xD

Yep

Lol good for you guys XD

I bet you got that from the beach though and I just have to say. You do know you live by the beach don't you xD

Awww y'all 🥰 at least you had a good time for a while there lol

Happy Honeymoon for real guys 🥰🥰❤️

Awww lol I love them <33

[leighbaylee]

💜 ₊˚⊹ — lay me down

parring : dallas winston x platonic older f!reader

summary : pampering a drunk dally.

warnings : intoxication

age of paring : 18 - 20

extra : this comes from a completed one - shot project from wattpad that i had removed. orginal charaters (f!reader’s siblings in book) mentioned!

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 was a guy who liked to party, no matter what day of the week it was.

he had been kicked out of a party hosted by tim shepard. not because he threw up all over his couch, also because he had enough alcohol.

you had never talked to tim like that but this one particular night he called your house phone letting you know dallas would stop by.

❝okay, uh huh, thanks tim have a good night.❞ you hung up the house phone and continued painting your nails.

❝y/n why were you talking to tim shepard?❞ your little brother charlie asked glancing between you and his book.

❝dallas is coming to stay the night, he isn't feeling very well.❞ you said shaking your freshly painted nails waiting for them to dry.

❝he iswnt gonnba slweep on ma bhed!❞ the eldest brother matteo yelled from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth.

❝he won't teo..❞ you whispered as you waited worriedly for dally.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂���� 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗌? you thought till you heard a click of the front door.

charlie let dally in and closed the door as soon as he stepped inside the toizer household to prevent cold air coming in.

❝dallas are you okay!?❞ you whispered yelled trying not to give him a headache.

❝mhm yea m' tired.❞ you looked up at his eyes forcing themselves open.

❝charlie go call matteo and help dallas get comfortable, im going to set the bed for him.❞

you said as charlie groaned as a protest but still complied.

you ran inside your bed room and removed your clothes and stuffed animals outta the way. you even fluffed the pillows for him and got a blanket for him.

you turned to the noises of your brothers grunting to push dallas into your room, clearly struggling.

❝finally!❞ matteo yelled as you shushed him not wanting dallas to get irritated.

they left and you sat on your vanity chair and took off dallas boots and his leather jacket and placed it on a place he can easily spot it.

you placed the blanket as dally shifted his position to get more comfortable, you felt giddy knowing dally was safe in the comfort of your home.

❝good night dallas..❞ you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

❝i love you y/n.❞ dallas mumbled in response and you replied with ❝love you more dally, get some sleep.❞

you grabbed chocolate coins from your jewelry box and placed them on top of the nightstand so dally could have a sweet treat when he woke up the next morning.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[b-rainlet]

Hear me out: TimDami fic where Tim gets exposed to truth serum and absolutely books it whenever Damian so much as breathes near him

[forestlingincorporated]

Underrated TimKon Scenes #3

Adventure Comics #3 

This might be cheating, because I know most of us already know this scene, but I still think it’s really underrated. Their second reunion with Tim giving him a big ol’ hug gets most of the limelight, but I really, really like this scene for them. 

I feel like their initial reunion really demonstrates how well Conner knows Tim, and doesn’t treat Conner’s return as a Cure All, Fix It for Tim’s depression and suicidality and self-flagellation. 

Conner recognizes that Tim is punishing himself, he knows Tim intimately and knows how Tim responds to guilt, and he calls him out on it, which I can’t remember anyone else doing. Tim is very clear at the start of Red Robin that he views the Red Robin mantel as tainted, and Conner is the only person (that I can remember) to make that connection. 

And Tim is open an honest about the things he expects Conner to be angry with him for. Part of that is Tim’s still kinda seeking that punishment, but it would have been so easy for DC to write a storyline where Tim tries to hide this information from Conner and it turning into a big secret ending in a blowout fight, and instead they chose Honest Communication. 

I also really like that Conner doesn’t get needlessly angry. Tim’s admits to committing a huge violation that he never would have done were Conner alive, that Conner has major issues about... and Conner quickly accepts that Tim knows what he did was wrong, and that getting angry at Tim isn’t going to help. 

Conner is honestly not given enough credit for his emotional intelligence? He’s actually more put together in an emotional crisis than Clark is, which shines particularly in Injustice. Some people really don’t like that Conner DOESN’T get mad at Tim, but like, Tim failed and he admits it was wrong to try and admits it wouldn’t have been Conner and admits to his twisted reasoning and that it was twisted. Tim already CLEARLY hates himself for doing it, so what would Conner possibly have to gain from, like, yelling at him? A lot of short-term catharsis, and a lot of long-term damage to his closest friendship. 

He also doesn’t say it’s okay! It’s not okay, and they both know that. But he opens up to Tim about something that makes HIM feel screwed up, and makes Tim feel less alone, and gets them through what could have been the end of their friendship in the hands of another writer and makes it into a bonding moment. 

Conner also tells Tim the ONE THING Tim needed to hear the ENTIRE TIME Bruce was “dead” - that he’s not crazy, that someone (who isn’t fucking Ra’s al Ghul) believes him. 

And the art is so amazing, the little Not Quite Smile on Tim, again, this doesn’t fix everything - Tim is still passively suicidal - but it does make things a little bit BETTER... for BOTH of them. This isn’t all about Tim, this is also about Conner not alienating his friends, and seeing the goodness in himself, which is something Kon’s agnsting over in this arc. 

also Krypto’s just adorable. 

look at him. 

[navalcriminalimagines]

Lost self confidence

Anon: Can I request a lil one-shot where y/n has been on the team for a while and she put on some weight/starts feeling insecure about it and Gibbs helps her feel better? :> If not it's okay (Preferably a lot of fluff, angst & smut up to you)

Anon: Can I ask for a plus sized reader and gibbs please? I never see them :( Maybe someone says something about her weight when theyre working a case or something and he does the gibbs-legendary-elevator-conversation??? OuO

I thought those two requests work well together. Enjoy, lovely anons! ❤️

Warnings: punch, mention of blood, hurtful comments about weight

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

~~~~~

Your body changed. A lot. More than you like to admit.

You have been avoiding mirrors for a while now, but as you stand in front of it right now, only dressed in underwear, you have to face it. Your body changed and you don’t like it. Actually, you hate it.

As you look at your stomach that used to be flat, your hips that are larger, the celulitis… you can’t help but to think it’s no wonder you’re alone. Who could you attract, looking like this? Not many people and definitely not the man you wish you had. He has probably noticed how your body is different. Maybe before, you stood a chance with the man but not anymore. It’s a lost cause.

You put some clothes on and left for work.

You and your team are working on a tricky case, you are not impatient to get into the office today. But as always, you put on your best smile and pretend that everything is okay. Even though it’s most definitely not.

You skipped breakfast this morning - on purpose - but when you sit at your desk, you can see a brown bag sitting there. You look inside; donuts. Not just regular donuts, but your two favorites.

“Gibbs’s treat.” Tony lets you know.

“What’s the occasion?” you casually answer, putting the bag aside. It’s definitely a bad idea to eat them.

“No occasion. You’re just his favorite,”

You can’t help but smile at this. Not that it’s true, but it feels nice anyway. Before, you would have been happy about your boss’s attention, but not today. “Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“I’m not hungry. Do you want them?”

Tony grabs the bag before you know it. At least, you won’t have to throw them away.

You put yourself into work quickly after. You need to take your mind off your insecurities and how bad you feel about yourself. Tony tries to make casual conversation, just being his old self but as you barely answer, he realizes that something’s wrong with you. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re staring.” You say to him, without looking up from your computer screen.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He states.

“Am not.”

“Y/N, please.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to yours. “I’m a trained investigator. Talk to me.”

“Not a chance.” You keep working, avoiding eye contact. You’re scared that he may read into you, or worse; that you may cry if he starts to ask too many questions.

“Did Gibbs get the order wrong?” He jokes. He doesn’t mean wrong at all, but it sets you off.

“Just-- leave me alone, DiNozzo.”

You practically jump for your chair, grab your laptop and walk away from the bullpen, leaving your coworker in awe. He’s not sure what just happened, but he’s more convinced that something’s really not okay with you.

You spend the next two hours hiding in the conference room. You didn’t work much, you mostly cried and felt sorry for yourself. You really hate yourself and your body right now. It’s not about gaining some weight, it’s also about how lonely you feel. You love your team more than anything, they really are like your family but when you get home at night, it’s just you. You and your thoughts. You and your loneliness.

You just want someone to get home to. Someone to cuddle, someone to love and who loves you back, someone to fall asleep with. Just someone.

You had your face buried in your arms when you heard the door opening. You look up, ashamed. Gibbs is standing here.

He closes the door behind him and walks to you. “You okay, Y/N?” he softly asks.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit tired.”

“You know, if DiNozzo pissed you off, you can tell me.”

You chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing he did. I guess I got up on the wrong foot this morning, that’s it.”

Gibbs did let it go - for now - but you knew he didn’t buy any of it.

That is later's concern though, there is some news on the case and you need to get going. The afternoon went better; your mind was focused on the case, you didn’t have time to think of the rest. It’s only when you get back home that it hits again. Before taking a shower, you put a sheet on the big mirror in your bedroom. You don’t want to face your reflection for now.

*****

The next morning, you are in a better mood. Not entirely, you still skipped breakfast and avoided all the mirrors but you made a decision: you won’t let the team know. You won’t let them see you’re going through a tough time. It would only make things worse.

Everything’s going okay until that stupid lawyer shows up. You never wanted to see him again after hooking up with him over a year ago. He seemed nice and good looking, he flirted with you the whole time he was in the office, so when he invited you for a drink, you said yes.

Your agreement had something to do with Gibbs’s flirting with that shrink but to this day, you keep telling yourself that it hadn’t.

After a few drinks, you let the lawyer kiss you and before you knew it, you took him home and you had a one night stand.

The sex wasn’t the problem, you actually had a lot of fun. The problem was the next day.

He was gone before you woke up - still not a problem. But when Gibbs yelled at you for giving him some private information, you understood your mistake. The man had used you. While you were sleeping, he looked into your files and found the information he needed to save his client’s butt.

After that, Gibbs gave you the silent treatment for weeks. And he stopped being mad at you after you came to see him in his basement and did your mea culpa. No one ever talked about it since.

But now, the same man is standing in the middle of the bullpen. You growled to yourself before going in.

You don’t greet him at all, just sit at your desk. “Y/N? That’s you?” he says, apparently shocked.

You look at him briefly and don’t answer.

“My god, what happened to you?” he adds.

“Excuse you?” you snap.

“God, if you had been looking like this last year, I wouldn’t have been able to use you.”

His sentence feels like a punch in your stomach, it hurts. But it shouldn’t and you know it. But it still does. You stay there a moment, not knowing if you want to cry and beat the crap out of him. Probably both at the same, but you don’t move or don’t say a thing, you’re like frozen. You barely don’t notice when Gibbs pushes the man towards the elevator.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

In the elevator

“Overprotective much, Gibbs?” the lawyer tries to appear confident and unafraid. He has his back against the wall, and in a second, he can hear Gibbs’s fist hitting a few inches away from his head. If the fist had touched his nose, he probably would have needed plastic surgery.

“Ever in your life, you disrespect a woman like that again, and especially--especially not Y/N.”

The lawyer made many people angry over the years, but never had he seen a man as angry as Gibbs looks right now.

“The only reason my hand is in this wall and not your face right now, is because she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble, but trust me when I say that all I want to do right now is to shoot you right in your precious parts.”

Gibbs is panting from anger. He can’t remember the last time he said that many words at once. But there’s no way that he or anyone else can disrespect you like this. Never, under his watch.

“So I’m gonna be very clear, you give that case to someone else. I don’t give a shit who, you just do it. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. Cause if I do, you’ll be so disfigured, you won’t be able to get another woman. Ever.”

“I could sue you for those threats, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Are you planning to?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Well, in that case--”

This time, Gibbs’s fist hit the nose.

Meanwhile, in the bullpen

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

“Yeah-yeah,” you clearly lie as your eyes are watering.

Your coworker isn’t buying it. She takes a step forward and hugs you softly. “Please, don’t let him get to you.” she whispers in your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Those words make you cry. You are not really buying them, but it does something to hear them. And you know deep inside that Ziva wouldn’t say something she doesn’t think.

As she keeps hugging, you can feel someone else’s arms wrapping around both of you. It’s Tony and shortly after, Tim is joining. “I think we should call Ducky. We’re going to have a crime scene.” Tony jokes to light the mood.

“I don’t want Gibbs to put himself in trouble for me.” you sadly say.

“Y/N, if Gibbs hadn’t taken him in the elevator, we would all have jumped on him.” Tim tells you. Which surprises you because Tim is the one to avoid a fight as much as he can.

“Also, the only reason I’m not asking you out is because of Rule 12.”

You are about to answer to Tony when you can hear the elevator’s doors opening. You let go of one another and watch Gibbs as he comes back to you and takes you by the hand. “Someone may have to call 911.” he tells the rest of the team.

Gibbs takes you to the other elevator, the one that leads to the lower floors, where Abby’s lab and Autopsy are. But of course, he switches the button as soon as the doors close. He doesn’t say a thing, he just hugs you tight. “Your hand is blue, Gibbs.” you cry in his neck.

“Yeah and his nose is red, who cares.” he kisses your hair. “I don’t want you to cry because of him, Y/N. And especially not because of what he said.”

“But Gibbs--”

“Not ‘but’, Y/N. Look at me.” he softly grabs your chin with his non-injured hand and forces you to look into his eyes. “You may not believe me right now, but you’re beautiful, Y/N. Sexy. Hot.” you uncontrollably shake your head, not buying a word he says. “I know I’m not the best with words, so I’ll let my actions speak.”

Gibbs ducks his head just a bit and closes the gap between his lips and yours. He softly kisses. You probably have never been kissed this softly before. Gibbs is so gentle and tender, his lips move slowly but expertedly. You’re literally melting under him.

The kiss may have lasted for minutes, hours, you don’t really know. You lost track of time, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry I waited for something like this to happen to do it. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Y/N.”

“Me, too, Gibbs. But I’m not sure that’s the best time. I’ve lost all self confidence and--”

He kisses you again, undoubtedly to make you shut up. “I’ll help you find it again. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You rest your forehead against his, some tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “You’re not bad with words.”

“I’m still better with touch.”

[mochegato]

Calling Dibs

This day was going to be boring, Jason knew that before he agreed to the trip in the first place.  ‘Agreed’ is a generous term.  ‘Relented’ might be a better term. Regardless, he was in Paris for the next week.  He was looking forward to the Louvre and seeing Notre Dame, but he was expected to spend time with his family for a large part of the trip and end with a branch opening party, because those are always so much fun.

He had barely plopped onto the hotel couch when something went flying past the building, crashing into the building down the street in a cacophony of shattered glass and warped metal.  “Holy shit!” Jason yelled, jumping up and running to the window to assess the situation.  The family looked to each other to see if anyone had a better grasp of the situation. Everyone shared the same confounded expression, before running out on the balcony to check out the situation.  

Bruce sighed.  This was most definitely not part of the plans.  This was supposed to be a relaxing week with the family looking at art for Damian, going up in the Eiffel Tower (and preventing him from jumping off) for Duke, sampling French foods and checking out French fashion for Steph, exploring the catacombs for Tim, attending the ballet for Cass, visiting Notre Dame for Jason, and time together as a family for Dick, with just a side of meetings for him.  Superheroing was not one of the scheduled activities.

Bruce opened his mouth to state a plan, but before the words made it past his lips, blurs of red and black swung past them toward the creature that had destroyed the building.  It took more than a few minutes for him to finally close his mouth in a resolute line as they watched the two heroes fight.  Jason’s mouth stayed open in awe as he watched the red figure expertly dodge and strike the creature.  It stayed open until the creature backhanded the red hero into a wall of the building across the street.  

The group flinched in sympathy at the sight, all too familiar with the feeling of getting smashed into a building.  She fell to the ground in a crouch.  Instead of fear, she looked back up with a glare. She jumped away and landed next to her partner in black and seemed to have a conversation before separating. The black hero distracted the creature while she swung further away.  It almost seemed like she had run away until they saw her charge at the creature from the side, hitting circles that decorated its body, shattering them like mirrors as she went.  With each hit the creature seemed to deflate more, until she hit the last one, a black butterfly emerging from it.  

She captured it in her yoyo and released it almost instantly as a white butterfly.  She called something out and threw her yoyo up into the air.  As soon as she did, a pinkish red wave rushed across the city and suddenly all the damage they had watched with their own eyes, was reset to its previous condition.  

They stared, mouths agape again, trying to take in everything they saw.  Finally the silence was broken by Jason.  “I call dibs!”

“What!” Dick exclaimed.  “You can’t just call dibs on someone.”

“I just did,” Jason scoffed.  “I call dibs on the red badass.  You can have the cat one.  Follow B’s footsteps, protégé.”

“You don’t even know if she’s straight.  What if she’s into girls?” Stephanie objected. “Maybe they both are.”

Jason stared at her for a second before his eyes narrowed.  “Fine. But if she’s anything other than a lesbian or ace, I have dibs.  And the cat one is up for grabs.”

“Oh, I’ll grab,” Steph smirked.

“Fine, whatever,” Dick groused, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.  “Wasn’t looking for romance this trip anyway.”

“Your libido is not the priority right now. Father, did you bring us here for this?” Damian demanded.

Bruce kept his eyes on the spot where the creature had been a few seconds earlier before turning into a distraught woman. “No, I had no idea.  But now that we know, let’s investigate.  We’ll find out as much as we can from outside sources and try to meet up with the heroes when we can.  If they have a regular patrol, we can try to meet them somewhere. If they don’t, we might have to try to show up discretely at the next attack.”  He observed the people below already returning to their normal jobs. “It doesn’t seem like this is too out of the ordinary for everyone, so I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.”

He wasn’t wrong.  In fact, they only had to wait until the next night for another akuma to strike.  As soon as the akuma was dealt with, they caught up with the Parisian heroes, though in hindsight, they perhaps should have announced their presence a bit more clearly, judging by the way Red Hood was hanging upside down off the side of the building they were on.

“Sorry again,” Ladybug grimaced as she helped pull him back onto the roof.

“No, we shouldn’t have snuck up on you,” Red Hood assured her.  “I was just struck too speechless by you to give you a better warning.”

Ladybug blinked at him a few times before turning to the rest of the group and motioning toward Red Hood helplessly. Chat gave her an amused smile. “She tends to have that effect even on the best of us.”

“As Red Hood said, we should have announced our presence more plainly.  We likely would have reacted the same if you had snuck up on one of us,” Batman said, taking a step forward.

“We just wouldn’t have looked as kick ass doing it,” Red Hood added, leaning toward Ladybug.

Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him, but allowed him to move closer to her.  “Well, you certainly didn’t look ‘kick ass’ falling like that,” she smirked at him.

“I’ll work on how I look when falling, then.  I have a feeling I’m going to be falling a lot for you.”

Ladybug narrowed her eyes at him and puckered her lips in an unsuccessful effort to keep them from quirking up.  Red Hood’s chest puffed up almost imperceptibly at the sight.  Ladybug’s eyes darted over to Batman and back to him.  “First, I don’t think you came all the way to Paris just to hit on me.  I believe we have other things to talk about. Second, if you’re going to hit on someone, take off the helmet.  It’s rude. I can’t read your expressions at all. It puts me at a disadvantage.”

Red Hood quirked his head to the side. “Can’t take the helmet off. Secret identity, you know?  B would kill me.  If he didn’t the squirt there,” he motioned toward Robin, “would try. But trust me, if you saw my face, you’d swoon.  And I assure you, I would have come all the way to Paris if I’d known you were here waiting.”

“But we didn’t know you were here,” Batman cut in harshly.  He placed a hand on Red Hood’s shoulder and pulled him back with the others.  “We were unaware there was a supervillain in Paris. We’d like to offer assistance, ours and the Justice League’s, but first we should introduce ourselves.  I’m Batman.  That’s Spoiler, Black Bat, Signal, Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing,” he motioned to each of them in turn as he said their name.  “And you’ve met Red Hood.”

Ladybug and Chat nodded to each of them as Batman said their names.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.  I’m Ladybug. This is my partner Chat Noir.”

“Sorry, we didn’t bring our full team.  We would have if we’d known there was going to be a party,” Chat smiled disarmingly.

“We’ll be sure to let you know next time,” Spoiler grinned back at him.

“Can we sit down with you sometime to discuss the situation?” Red Robin interrupted whatever Chat was about to respond with. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but we weren’t planning on staying in town too much longer.  Not that we haven’t been enjoying our time here.  And we’ve definitely enjoyed watching you work. You have got some really good moves.”

“Oi,” Jason interrupted, smacking him in the shoulder.  “I called dibs.”

“Dibs?” Ladybug quirked her head to the side and scrunched up her nose in such an adorable way Jason let out an almost inaudible choke.  Quiet enough that only Red Robin, letting out an almost as silent scoff, and Chat Noir, with his enhanced hearing, heard him.  Chat zeroed in on him with a knowing smirk.  He rested his arm on his baton and got into a comfortable position leaning against it, waiting for the entertainment.  “What is ‘dibs’?” Ladybug continued, oblivious to the dynamic between the three.

Chat’s smirk grew.  “Dibs, M’lady, is when you claim first rights to do something.”

Ladybug stared at him for a few seconds as she put together what he was implying.  Her head whipped around to Red Hood.  Her face was furrowed in an offended scowl.  She pointed to herself.  “Am I the thing you’re going to do first?”

Jason jerked back at the suggestion as Chat Noir and the rest of his family, sans Batman and Robin, started laughing.  “No! No, no, no.  No. Not… No.”  He waved his arms desperately.  “Not that.  I…”  He took a breath and glared at his family to get them to shut up, expecting them to know he was glaring harshly under his helmet.  “I just get to be the first to try to impress you.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes.  “You want to impress me?  Do something impressive.  And I don’t date as a superhero, so you’re going to have to impress civilian me. Good luck with that.”

Chat gave Red Hood a patronizing grin.  “You’re going to need it,” he singsonged.  He looked back and forth between Ladybug and Red Hood a few times, his eyes sparkling with mischief.  He swung his baton over his shoulders and rested his arms over it.  “But then again, she is the embodiment of luck so, maybe she just gave it to you.”

Ladybug’s head whipped back to him and she narrowed her eyes at him in warning.  He smiled innocently back at her as if he hadn’t just been meddling in her love life… again.  He needed to meddle in his own instead.  Although, with the way Spoiler kept eying him, maybe it was already taken care of. “Anyway,” she said loudly, bringing the focus back to the topic at hand.  “Tonight isn’t good.  We both have early mornings tomorrow.  But tomorrow night should work.  How about meeting here tomorrow at 22h?”

“Okay, now that that is settled, I have a very important question,” Spoiler spoke up.  Signal groaned next to her, preparing for whatever her question was going to be.  “Where is the best place to get some French treats?” Batman let out a deep sigh. “What!  I came to France to eat amazing French food and shop French fashion. They live here.  They should know the good places to go.”

Chat straightened up immediately and sent Ladybug a feral grin.  “You don’t say…”

“Chat,” Ladybug hissed warningly.

“They’re just asking for advice,” he answered in his most exaggeratedly innocent voice he could muster.  “You wouldn’t want to deprive them of the best food in Paris. Would you, M’lady?”  The devilish grin in his eyes was a complete contrast to the innocent voice.  He turned back to the bats, the picture of politeness.  “The absolute best place to get pastries in Paris is Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie on Rue Gotlib.  It’s amazing.  I recommend trying… everything.  And it just so happens their daughter is one of the most amazing designers in… anywhere.”

Spoiler grinned at him.  “A man after my own heart.  Thanks, Kitty Cat.  I’ll take that under advisement.  And do you also frequent there?”  

Chat blushed slightly and looked away quickly, but not before Ladybug saw the reaction and smirked at him.  “Yes, he does,” she assured Spoiler.  “He frequently frequents there.”

“And what about you?” Red Hood interjected, leaning toward Ladybug again, much to Batman’s chagrin.

“Are you kidding?  She’s the reason I found it in the first place.  I swear she’s there daily,” Chat grinned.

“Ooh, Kitty Cat, you sure know the way to a girl’s heart,” Spoiler purred at him.  Chat’s cheeks burned red, but didn’t look away from her this time.

Ladybug pursed her lips in annoyance at his romantic interference but quickly smoothed out at the sight of his blush.  A smile was back on her face when she turned back to the Bats, eyes lingering a bit longer on Red Hood before moving to Batman. “Anyway, we will see you again tomorrow. But Chat, maybe you should get an idea of what Spoiler likes so you can bring treats for her to the meeting tomorrow.  I have to go though.”  She waved at the bats before turning to Chat with a wink.  “Have a good night.”

Red Hood stepped forward before she jumped away. “You don’t want to know what I like for tomorrow?” he asked huskily.

She looked up at him with a sultry smirk.  “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you like.  Sweet dreams.”

Red Hood watched her jump away.  “Oh they will be,” he whispered to himself.

<><><><><> 

Marinette had been apprehensive all morning.  Every time the bell above the door rung, she braced for the bats.  She let out a relieved breath as a man walked in by himself.  She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure the group would come in together.  She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but somehow she was confident of it.  The man blinked a few times at her before smiling charmingly at her.

And damn if that smile couldn’t melt ice.  She let out another breath, this one to calm her cheeks.  She smiled at him, warmer than her regular customer service smile.  “Can I help you, monsieur?”

“Do you, by any chance, have a bowl or something I can put some water in?” he asked awkwardly in barely accented French.  The cocked head and curious look Marinette gave him prompted him to continue.  “I wanted to… there’s this stray dog outside and he looks like he needs some water.”

American, she noted… with dimensions roughly matching Red Hood’s.  And oh God, those muscles weren’t just the suit.  Well fuck.  Guess she did give him some luck after all.  “Of course he’s fucking Adonis hot,” she muttered under her breath, but apparently not quietly enough.  He smirked at her and chuckled.

Marinette’s eyes snapped up to him and she blushed furiously at having gotten caught.  She took a deep breath and smiled back at him.  “Blonde with a dark stripe down his back?”  He nodded at her, a surprised look on his face.  “That’s Éclair.  He’s a local stray.  An absolute sweetheart.  Here, let me get the bowl I usually use for him.”  She rushed to the back and came back with a filled dog bowl and some pancetta. “Can you give him this too, please?  I usually do, but I’ve been stuck inside most of the morning.”

He gave her another ice meltingly brilliant smile and nodded in thanks.

She tensed at the next man who walked in, not really knowing why she was apprehensive.  Red Hood was already there.  She gave him her customer service smile even as her eyes darted out the window to watch Red Hood feeding Éclair.  She could imagine the hearty laugh he let out when Éclair leaped up to lick his face.  She smiled at the sight.  

“Excuse me,” the man stepped into her line of sight.

She immediately turned to focus on him, regretfully tearing her eyes away from Red Hood and Éclair.  “Yes, monsieur.  Sorry about that.  How can I help you?”

The man looked her up and down and leaned toward her. “I was looking for something sweet. Maybe you could help me.”

She cringed internally, but gave him a strained smile as she leaned away.  “Of course, sir.  We have a lot of sweet treats.  Maybe you can look over the petit fours, éclairs, macarons, and tartlets.  Let me know if you have any questions.”

“I have a question already,” the man gave her a leering smile.  “Are any of the treats as sweet as you?”

She gave him a flat look and took a step back. She almost missed the door chime ringing.  “I assure you, monsieur, you would find me far from sweet. Let me know when you’re ready to order.” She turned away and started wiping the counter instead.

Red Hood took the opportunity to step up to her and pass the bowl back to her.  “Thank you. He looked very happy after the treats.”

Marinette blinked at him a few times and looked down at the bowl unmoving for a few seconds before the reason clicked for her. “Right,” she answered, louder than she meant to, as she took the bowl.  “Can I get you anything?”

“What do you recommend?” he asked as he moved to block the other man’s line of sight to her.

She smiled appreciatively at him.  Maybe he was impressive after all.  “You looking for something sweet or savory?  We have great bread, but if you’re looking for a treat, I would recommend an assortment of eclairs.  It just seems apropos.  Honestly, I think it’s all good, but I’m a bit biased.” She leaned in as if confiding a secret and winked at him.  

He chuckled and nodded.  “That is definitely something to consider.”  He side eyed the other man in the store.  “I’ll take a look around I think.  Figure out what it is I want.”

Marinette nodded and gave him an understanding smile. She turned to the other man.  “Have you decided, monsieur?”

The man made a show of looking around.  “Are you on the menu?  Because I definitely know what I’m interested in,” the man answered, leering at her again.

Marinette gave the man a flat look.  It was not the first time she’d heard the line.  She didn’t get it as much as waitresses, but still, it was a tired line… from a married man… that she had already turned down. “No, sir.  I’m not on the menu,” she answered curtly, “because we are not a brothel, which are illegal in Paris, I might add.  However, a quick internet search will direct you to the areas of the city where you can find that kind of menu items.  If you would like one of the pastries, please let me know which ones you would like, otherwise, please leave.”

“I’m not good enough for you, but you’ll flirt with him,” he motioned toward civilian Red Hood.

“First, I get to choose who I’m interested in and that isn’t you.  Second, he,” she motioned toward civilian Red Hood, “called dibs on flirting with me.  Now either order or leave.”

The man huffed and left, trying to slam the door on the way out.  The door closed with a gentle thud.  Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Sorry about that, monsieur.  Are you ready to order?”  She sent him an apologetic smile.

Jason stared at her for a few beats trying to figure out if her previous words meant anything.  She could have just said that because the guy was an asshole.  It could be a coincidence.  And her partner could have sent him here purely because they had really good food.  “Oh, um… what do you recommend I take?” he asked again absentmindedly, his mind still on how likely it was that it was all a coincidence.

Marinette smiled innocently at him.  “Me out.”

Jason looked at her wide eyed.  “What?”

“You asked what I recommended you take.  I recommend you take me out,” she shrugged nonchalantly, but the grin was devilish.

Jason opened his mouth and closed it again. “Any other day, beautiful.  Any other day I’d say yes, but I’m kind of working on someone else and I’m a one woman man.”

Marinette looked at him for a few seconds, a brilliant smile beaming at his response.  

“Thanks for helping out, Sweetie,” her mom called coming from the back room.  “I think we have it covered now.  Oh,” she looked up at Jason, then at Marinette’s smile, and back to Jason. She smirked at the two.  “I think you should be able to take off now, get to your real job.”

Marinette nodded and took her apron off, stowing it under the counter.  “Thanks, Maman.” She leaned up and kissed her cheek before making her way around the counter. Jason turned to her as she walked out, watching her as she moved.  She paused a few feet in front of him.  “I have to admit, you impressed me after all.”  

She smiled sweetly at him before moving to the door.  She turned back at the last second, twirling to face him.  “But you flirted much better with the helmet.”  She winked at him and disappeared through the door.

Her mom chuckled before clearing her throat. “Anything I can help you with, dear?”

Jason turned to her blankly, still processing what Marinette had said, after a second he smiled and rushed to the door.  “No, thank you ma’am.  I have some dibs to collect on.”

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Getting The Family Together

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 12 of 13

Word Count: 1550

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

You're in an amazingly good mood when you arrive home that evening after seeing Jason. Your other children, official and unofficial, notice along with your husband but none of them ask, assuming that the GCPD charity ball had just gone better than expected. It isn't until a few days after you had seen Jason that Bruce brings up your persistent good mood. You had successfully pulled him away from all of his work, yet again, just to cuddle him on the couch. You were in your usual spot on his lap with your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head when he brings it up, "what has you in such a good mood? I know you well enough that it wasn't the GCPD charity ball."

You lean your head back against his shoulder so you can look up at him, "well, I sure hope you would know that, Love. But whats different about my mood?" Your question is genuine in the moment, but the second after you ask it you realize of course you wouldn't be able to hide the fact that you were happy about seeing and holding your Jaybear in your arms once again.

"Well, since you left that evening you've been in a-" he pauses, wanting to choose the correct words since he knows if he were to say 'better mood' you would relentlessly bug him about it for the next week or so, "you've been in a good mood far too long for it to have just been due to you being tipsy from the party."

You laugh gently, "good catch," you say in reference to his pause, "you know me so well." You take a pause of your own, absentmindedly tilting your head to press a kiss to his jaw. "I saw Jason," you eventually answer and open your mouth to continue but get interrupted.

"I know, I won't ask you where he is," Bruce says as the both of you know he had been trying to track Jason down for months at this point. At first it had been to stop him but as soon as he learned it was Jason his motivation had changed to helping Jason get off the seemingly destructive path he was currently on. His arms tighten around you, "I'm glad you got to see him." His hand brushes your hair out of your face, "I know that you missed him."

You smile at the man holding you, grateful yet again for the many arguments you had gone through with him, convincing him that you weren't scared of the potential dangers. "I know you did too, eventually he'll be ready to come home again and we can have our family together once more."

You can do nothing but glare at the man standing in your face. He was ugly, before you had broken his nose with your fist and without the black eye that was quickly forming. In all honesty you were surprised that it had taken this long for you to get kidnapped for the second time in your life, the first time since officially meeting Bruce. "Now, you're going to behave yourself while we call your husband and get him to send us the ransom money if he wants to see you alive again."

"Okay," you respond as it takes everything in you to not just sit there and taunt the man. They had you duck-taped to a chair, preventing you from causing further damage to their faces. And sure maybe you should be acting scared but still your reaction to danger is to laugh in it's face, even if you know that as soon as that phone call was made you would be out of this place in the hour.

The brutish looking man growls in frustration and slaps you across the face before yelling at his friends to keep an eye on you while he makes a phone call.

Tears sting your eyes at the slap on the face but you bite your tongue and look at the other two men who were now standing in front of you. There were maybe 20 others scattered through the building, they had clearly thought all of this through, but were a little underprepared for the fact that every single hero or vigilante in the city would take your kidnapping personally.

The man who had slapped you comes back, bragging about how scared Bruce had sounded on the phone and how willingly he was ready to hand over the money he had demanded. He barely makes it back into the room, when there is a moment of static over their walkie-talkies and then as scream and some loud banging off in the distance.

"Ooh, that doesn't sound very good," you say, clenching your teeth in false sympathy for them. "You guys might want to get that checked out." You can see that the man wants to slap you again for your big mouth but there is another shout and he begins directing the men to group together to try and protect the merchandise.

Eventually, you notice him first, Jason sneaks into the room in his Redhood gear. You were a little surprised to see him out of everyone since there had not been a single gunshot fired and that was kind of his thing. It didn't take the men around you long to notice Jason, since he was moving through the open now.

As they approach Jason, after realizing he isn't shooting everyone on sight, the men's confidence gets shattered as an actual child jumps from the rafters and knocks 3 of them down in one go. They begin firing their guns, shooting at anything that moves. You see their recklessness and know you should get out of there since as soon as they realize they're outmatched they're going to threaten you in the hopes of gaining an advantage.

You unsteadily stand, still duck-taped to the chair, and begin to waddle towards the nearest doorway. You get interrupted by your oldest son catching you, "hey, need some help?" Dick asks, clearly teasing you for this predicament you had gotten into.

"No thanks, Nightwing, I've heard that it improves your running speed if you're tied to a chair."

You see the flash of a smile cross his face as he just cuts the tape and helps you out of it. He then goes to help you out of the room but you stop him and say, "I can manage, you help your brothers."

You can see him hesitate for a moment before going with it, you then take off towards the door, only to be interrupted once again, but this time by the man who had slapped you, pointing his gun in your face. Your three sons who had come to your rescue, clearly trying to keep some sort of secret identities by the fact that everyone wasn't here, are all busy in the moment. You stop short at the sight of the gun, but once again you're impulsive, kicking the man square in the balls before bolting to the door.

You make it to the door and pull it open, stepping through it just for a shooting pain to go through your thigh. It's as you fall to the ground that you hear the gunshot and realize that the bastard had shot you. You do what you can to close the door behind you, just in time since another bullet hits the door. You then scoot across the grimy floor, to a spot where you can hide since you won't be moving far, and look at the blood trail you had left. You take a breath and collect your thoughts, remembering the sports bra you had worn and ripping your shirt off for a makeshift bandage/tourniquet for your leg.

You get it wrapped well enough to stop some of the bleeding and begin putting pressure on the wound, despite the fact that doing so nearly caused you to black out. Not long after that the fighting in the other room stops and Jason is the first one through the closed door.

"Mama?" He takes the hood off as he lands on his knees beside you.

"I'm fine," you say, motherly instinct taking over and you wanting to protect him despite the fact that he had just taken out at least 7 guys on his own moments before.

"Bull," he says and moves your hands so that he can evaluate things, not that he didn't trust you knew what you were doing but knowing that your mind was probably a bit all over the place.

"I'm fine, enough, Jaybear," you say and lean your head against the wall behind you.

Hours later you're relaxing on the couch with Bruce and three of your boys, holding them all as well as you can with a leg cast. The bullet had fractured your femur so it made everything a bit more complicated but at least now you knew how it felt to be shot so you could write better descriptions in your books.

But it's as you're sitting there with Bruce, Dick, Tim and Damian that the doorbell rings and a few minutes later Alfred enters the room. You look up to see Jason standing beside him, "Hey."