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catxsnow · 3 years

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DAMIAN WAYNE FLUFF ALPHABET

A/N: It was pointed out that this got deleted so here it is again! Damian is 18+

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Damian doesn't focus on the physical attributes of you, so he finds your personality the most attractive. If you can keep up with his wit then he knows that you're a keeper. However, he does find himself getting lost in your eyes quite often so he would have to say that he loves those the most. B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I'm gonna have to say no. Damian loves you and he doesn't believe that he needs kids to keep loving you. Maybe when the two of you are way older, but he doesn't see having kids for a very long time. He would be open to adoption when you guys are too old for having your own kids. C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Damian hated cuddling with you at first. He ran warm enough as it was and to have another body under the blankets? He was sweating. Once he got used to it, Damian liked when you laid on his chest and he could wrap his arms around you. D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Either ridiculously mundane or over the top extravagant there is no in between.

One time Damian took you across the world just to go hike and buy local delicacy. Another time he considered the grilled cheese sandwich Alfred made for you both a date. It really depends on what kind of occasion it is. E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

Damian says 'habibi, ya nour el ein' which means 'you're the light of my eye' in Arabic. F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It took Damian a long time to realize that he was in love. It's not easy for him to love someone after the way he was raised to opening up to you was a side that he didn't know he had.

He realized it one night when you were tending to his wounds as being Robin. You worked silently as you always did. Damian realized that if there was anyone he wished to stitch him up day in day out it was you. He broke that silence with an 'I love you' and you had nearly fucked up his wound even more with shock. G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Damian is gentle but he gets violent when he had nightmares. He never means to hurt you and you know that, but he always feels terrible when he sees that he left you with a bruise because of his rash actions while in his sleep. You never blame him for his nightmares, he's gone through so much as it is. H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Damian doesn't like to hold hands, especially in public. The only time that he will willing grab onto you hand is if he can tell that you're nervous about something. Otherwise, just standing next to you is enough. I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He didn't like you. Then again, he never liked anyone at first. J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Damian gets jealous for reason you never expect. He gets jealous of his brothers and when you spend time with any of them. He gets when Alfred the cat sits on you rather than him. He only got jealous at another man once and it didn't end well at all. He was all over the papers and Bruce nearly had a fit when he tried to fix what happened. K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You did. He was being an asshole and wouldn't shut up about something so you decided to make him quit talking in a different kind of way. Damian didn't complain about it though. L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

He did. You felt it first, but you never said anything until he felt comfortable enough to realize that he loved you too. M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory was when he was trying to teach you to draw. Damian held the utmost patience for you and he genuinely enjoyed spending that time with you. You spent the whole day practicing and looking for his approval. He loved everything you drew simply because it came from you. He still has your drawings hanging up. N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes. Without question he'll buy you everything that you could ever dream of. Being the heir to the throne of the League of Assassins and son of Bruce Wayne he got a lot of items that he didn't even need. He loves to spoil you with things. O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red. As calm and as patient as you were, you had a fiery side when it came to Damian being a brat. When he saw anything red, he always thought about the times that you called him out. P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Beloved (as every Damian fanfic has ever had) Habibti/Habibi (my love), Ameli (my hope) Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Damian is surrounded by tech all day. So when he takes to the time to read a good book, he's in his happy place. He's read all the great historic literature and has tried more modern books but didn't like them as much. R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Damian likes to draw on rainy days. He's got a great talent for it and doesn't get enough time to practice it. You'll be laying on his bed while he draws and the rain patters against the window. When you get lonely, you'll stare until he notices and then pout until he joins you in his bed. The half a drawing left no longer matter, he just wishes to hold you. S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Damian cheers himself up by training. He'll spend hours working out and training like he did back in the League. When he's finally wore himself out, he'll find you and pass out in your arms. That's all he needs.

When it comes to cheering you up, Damian became a great listener. He refrains from making snooty comments about the people that you are ranting about and tried to give a level headed solution to your problem. However, he's always ready to go petrify anyone that has made you upset. T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Damian's got a well-rounded knowledge about everything. He could talk to you about every war that's ever happened or how the earth works. When he's in a talkative mood, he loves to spill facts about everything that he knows. It's not a way of him being cocky, he's just genuinely excited to tell you things. U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Damian doesn't relax. But when he does, its when he's injured or forced to stay home. You'll baby him for the night and even though he seems mad about it, he enjoys it (only when it's from you, not anyone else). He'll get Alfred to bake you guys cookies and settle in for a movie of his picking. V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Damian's proud of everything he does. He's a show off particularly with his athleticism. He doesn't have one specific thing that he likes to show off, except maybe his art. W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Damian doesn't. X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Bloodflood by alt-j Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Nope. Damian doesn't see the need for you two to get married. He doesn't want some fancy wedding just to show off your love. As long as you know how much he loves you, then that's all that he cares about. If he were to get married, it would be something extremely lowkey. Your immediate family and his, that's its. No supers, no teams, nothing. Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Damian was ready to adopt a whole herd of cows do you really think that he's going to settle on just one more pet? No, he's gonna get every single helpless animal that he can.

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incorrectbatfam · 4 years

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Can I get headcanons for an au where Bruce adopted the kids when they /were/ babies, please?

Use the bathroom, get comfortable, and maybe have some tissues on hand.

For these headcanons, we’re gonna assume they were adopted in order of age, and that they’re all under 18. So Dick and Babs are 16 (with Babs being older), Harper is 14, Cass is 13, Jason is 12, Tim is 7, Steph and Duke are both 5 (with Steph being older), Carrie is 3, and Damian is 1. Yes, I’m aware that it diverges from canon age gaps but once you keep reading you’ll see why I did that.

Now for the headcanons (in no particular order):

Alfred is “Grandpa” and Bruce is anything from “Dad”, “Pops”, “Old man”, “Baba”, etc. All the other adults, like Kate or Clark, are aunts and uncles.

Steph and Duke compete over everything, like who can tie their shoes the fastest or learn to ride a bike first. Steph makes a point of letting everyone know she’s older, but Duke fires back with the fact that he’s taller. They’re both at the top of their kindergarten class and are known for butting heads, but God help anyone who decides to pick on one of them.

Harper got her first period at school while wearing white shorts. Thankfully, Dick and Babs came in clutch.

At school, Kon told Tim that he got ten dollars every time he lost a tooth. Tim tried to hack the system by pulling a bunch of teeth out at once (thankfully to no avail) until someone caught him.

Babs has a different secret handshake with each person.

When Damian first came along, everyone expected Carrie to be angry or jealous since she’d no longer be the baby of the family. And she was a little jealous at first. But the moment she saw him, her eyes went wide and she whispered, “He’s so tiny” and vowed to protect him with everything she had.

The last business trip Bruce took was when Cass was a baby, and the reason why it was his last one was that while he was abroad, Alfred sent him a video of Cass taking her first steps and he burst into tears in the middle of a meeting because he wasn’t there to witness it in person.

Dick once used Damian as a wingman to pick up girls. It worked so well that Jason tried the same thing, only to have it grossly backfire on him.

Whenever Bruce needs a break, Alfred will call everyone to the living room for one of his infamous spy stories.

Cass is the queen of April Fool’s.

Tim, Steph, and Duke regularly climb on each other’s shoulders to try to reach the cookie jar.

Harper is a pro at getting gum out of people’s hair. Tim is a pro at the exact opposite.

Bruce gives Dick “the talk”. Dick then gives it to Harper who gives it to Cass who gives it to Jason and by then it’s so misconstrued by then that Bruce has to re-give it to all the kids.

One time Jason lashed out at school and it led to the teachers referring him to a therapist. Bruce stayed with him during the first appointment and Jason admitted to feeling unwanted because of what some kids at school said. Meanwhile, back at home, all the other siblings were trying to get their names to be Damian’s first word, like a competition. None of them ended up winning because when the other two came home, Damian called out to Jason. (And Jason cried on the spot because it didn’t matter what people said at school, he was wanted by the right people).

Group outings with the Kents or the Allens are a normal occurrence.

Harper gave Bruce a heart attack when she DIYed her hair dye and piercings.

The first time Tim saw a shooting star, he was convinced that aliens had arrived to take over the world. His conspiracy-driven panic spread to his younger siblings and that’s how Alfred found them all hiding in a blanket fort wearing saucepans as helmets.

Steph once got lost at the mall and the first thing she did was buy ten Build-A-Bears.

Cass regularly carries her younger siblings like suitcases.

Bruce never rushed Dick into getting a license or helping out around the house.

Harper once snuck on a train to the next town without telling anyone because she wanted to ask Kate advice on coming out.

Nobody got any sleep for the forty-eight hours when Damian’s favorite stuffed animal went missing.

Duke is a LEGO kid. Carrie is a horse girl. Together they created the ultimate toy equine sanctuary.

Bruce can’t ground the kids. They’ve unionized.

Jason is no longer allowed to pick movies on account of the time he chose an R-rated slasher.

It’s an open secret that Cass accidentally left Tim at a haunted house once.

Alfred custom sews a ten-person "get along" shirt.

Duke once snuck Damian to school for Show And Tell. Steph ratted him out almost right away.

Jason tried to make his younger siblings reenact Shakespeare. It lasted a good thirty seconds before it dissolved into people hitting each other with props.

As a big mystery/conspiracy theory person, Tim was wholly convinced that Damian was an extraterrestrial because the first time he saw him, it was at the hospital where Damian was hooked up to a bunch of machines after he was born. It wasn’t until after three different people explained the concept of preemies to him did Tim finally get it.

Carrie loves to play dress-up and will rope in anyone in the vicinity.

Bruce’s favorite song to sing to someone when they’re upset is Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Cass taught everyone obscenities in sign language and it was all fine until someone caught Babs at school and she got detention

Alfred can’t remember the last time the house was not babyproofed.

Between birthdays, holidays, Gotcha Days, and other special days, there’s always a reason to celebrate at Wayne Manor.

Whenever they fly on the private jet Duke's in the cockpit insisting he knows more about airplanes than the pilots (Alfred or Kate) bc he watched the Planes movie.

Harper got matching leather jackets for all the sisters.

Bruce gives Tim "coffee" that's 90% milk and a splash of coffee for flavor.

Cass and Jason communicate solely in inhuman grunts.

Carrie can and will latch onto the first person she sees like a koala bear.

There's a running gag among friends on how many siblings Dick has because he tells stories without ever using names.

Bruce comes home after a long day of work and everyone drops what they're doing to dogpile on him.

Harper only got an after school job to pay for her Club Penguin membership.

They all make snowmen in descending size order with Bruce's being this huge towering one and Damian's being like three inches tall.

The girls have a "no boys (except the baby) allowed" zone.

Carrie can't pronounce the letters "R" or L".

When Damian learns to crawl suddenly all the other family members become a jungle gym.

Bruce doesn't notice when someone invites a friend over without permission because what's a few extra kids anyway?

Harper comes out and for a week people wouldn't stop making bi puns.

They try to do that thing where each family member puts a different colored handprint on the mailbox and they end up running out of space.

As the oldest Dick gets stuck with babysitting or he's forced to let Jason tag along when he goes out (bc all parents make their older kids do that) and he resents it but at the same time no one can talk trash about his siblings.

Damian's animal collection begins when he brings in a mouse from the yard. (Cue the hilarious siblings-helping-him-hide-new-pets montages.)

Someone beat Bruce for “World’s most attractive man”, but that’s okay because he was voted “World’s happiest man” instead.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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Satisfied, Part 40

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Marinette didn’t know when exactly she ended up living at Wayne Manor full time, all that she knew was that it happened. Eventually, staying over to work with Tim, to spar with Damian, to talk to Jason and Dick, morphed into her never really going home. After all, it was always too late, or the bed was too soft to get up, or there was a dog asleep in her lap how dare you suggest she move.

But her routine didn’t change much at all. Their coffee was returned to them, so Tim and Marinette spent basically all day binge-drinking and working (with mandated breaks enforced by Jason and Dick). At night, well…

“Another boys night?” She said innocently, barely even looking up from what must have been the millionth flower she had embroidered.

Jason shrugged. “Sorry, Mari, you just wouldn’t want to come.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. Honestly, how had boys night been the best thing they could come up with? They’d been doing this for years. How did they even have secret identities at this point? Still, she nodded and smiled. “Sounds great. Have fun.”

“Try and get some sleep!” Called Dick over his shoulder.

“I won’t!” She yelled back, then went back to work. After a few minutes she stood up and brushed herself off. “Tikki, spots on.”

She grinned when she saw her outfit was finally back to normal. She’d kept the leather jacket, boots, and fighting gloves to hide the fact that she’d been weakened before, but now she’d added some tiny features to complete the look. Long, red ribbons tied her hair into her trademark ponytails, and she’d given herself a utility belt to match the rest of the family (also to hold snacks).

She hopped out the window and then made a large loop around the city to get to her and Damian’s meeting spot.

She rolled her eyes when she saw him. “Man, why’d you have to go for the utility belt first? I owe Bats one hour of sleep,” she whined.

He huffed softly. “Shut up! It’s small and easy to manage!”

She shook her head exasperatedly and pulled a bag of chips from one of her many pockets. “Mhmm.”

“You can’t judge me! You’re the one with streamers following behind you! That’s terrible for battle!”

“But great for aesthetic,” she said, grinning. “But you’re actually wrong. Pull on one.”

He gave her an incredulous look but did reach out to pull on one of the four trails of ribbon. It crumbled in his hand and, after a few moments, began to regenerate itself. “Uh….”

“Yep! It’s essentially streamers but even easier to break. I’m better at fashion than you, Kit.”

He sent her a glare. “Whatever. Let’s get on with patrols.”

‘Patrols’ was quickly derailed when they found a cute stray cat and started chasing it. Bruce would probably let Marinette have a pet if she asked, and it was so cute. She was about two seconds away from catching it when her receiver sprung to life.

She pouted and skid to a stop, bring a hand up to turn it on.

“Ladybug, you should come see this,” said Red Hood.

“Fine, location?”

He gave it to her and she turned off her comm.

“I have to go. Catch him for me?”

“Only if you agree to call him BatCat.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll agree to consider it.”

Damian grinned at her and disappeared in search of the cat.

After a bit she managed to find her way to where Red Hood sat on a rooftop. “Hey,” she said casually, dropping down next to him.

“Mari,” he greeted, reaching out to poke her cheek.

“So, is there actually something or did you just want to see me?” She teased, smiling.

He didn’t smile back, nodding to a billboard nearby.

Her eyes found their way to it and she cringed. It had been completely defaced, an uneven coating of black spray-paint making whatever it was originally advertising worthless, the words ‘Come home NightMare <3’ where displayed proudly across it in an acidic green.

She balled her fists. She didn’t want to go back yet, but the Wayne Gala was only a week and a half away at this point. They’d obviously need her there to go over the plan.

The therapy sessions were helping, but the idea of getting back in that suit again… even seeing Kaalki made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

She steeled herself. “Right, I’ll go tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to, y’know.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. Technically, he was right. She could technically just opt not to go and they could hope that the security the Waynes had put in place would be enough. But, on a far more real level, he couldn’t be more wrong. She knew that they were getting in no matter how many people they had to fight against them because, ultimately, Batman wouldn’t have them killed and the Rogues had no such reservations.

Marinette pressed a kiss to his cheek. “It’ll be okay.”

She sat on the billboard, swinging her legs back and forth as she rested her head back against the paint. This was fine, she told herself. She wasn’t going to be killing anyone anymore. All the Rogues knew she wouldn’t, if the fact that they’d allowed her to disappear for weeks was any indication.

She wasn’t supposed to kill anyone last time, a pessimistic voice said.

She was glad to see the familiar uniforms below and hopped down, waving at them. “Hey, boys, been a while!”

They didn’t return her smile. She felt a needle prick her neck and next thing she knew she was in a warehouse.

Harley leaned into view, her blue eyes scrutinizing her. “Hey, darlin’, how you feeling?”

“Could be better,” Marinette mumbled.

She felt Harley and Ivy pull her into a hug and numbly returned it, closing her eyes. It only lasted for a few seconds, though, before Harley was quiet literally pulled away. Poison Ivy quickly scampered off into the corner.

She looked up to see Joker and cringed internally. She’d been hoping to never see him again, but she supposed she never had been lucky.

“Hello,” she said carefully, giving a weak grin.

“Hi!” He said, giving a wave and of course he was the one to return her smile. “We have some work to do.”

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek. “We?”

“Yup! Us three are going to Wayne Manor!”

She frowned confusedly and glanced around at everyone else. She couldn’t gauge anything from their faces, but Harley didn’t seem upset so she hoped this meant that she wasn’t about to be killed. She nodded hesitantly.

“Right. I’ll have to get inside the building and find a room that won’t change.”

Joker nodded and offered her a hand up. “You know where Wayne Manor is?”

She stared at his hand and swallowed thickly before taking it. She winced when she realized how warm it was. She’d been expecting something cold and clammy, like a corpse, but this was somehow worse. Knowing he was alive and just like that made her stomach turn.

She opened a portal to outside Wayne Manor.

“I don’t know how we’re supposed to get past the cameras.”

“Like this,” he chirped, pointing his gun at the nearest one and shooting it out.

Marinette clenched her fists. “Yeah, that’s one way of doing it,” she mumbled. She opened a portal to get inside the fence and cringed as another gunshot rang out. He was shooting out every camera, which was a good thing from a ‘breaking in’ standpoint but bad from a ‘protecting the Waynes’ standpoint.

They slipped through the house, undisturbed. Of course it was undisturbed, there was no one here --.

Except there was. And she looked right into the face of Tim.

Her eyes widened and she looked at Joker and Harley, hoping against hope that they would somehow miss him. He was short, this could work –.

But she never was lucky. And Joker had his gun out.

She jumped in front of Tim, pushing him to hide behind her.

Wow, she really wished she could stop having guns pointed at her. It really hadn’t gone well for her since she’d come to Gotham. Last time Robin had been shot, the time before that she’d been.

She wasn’t anxious to see what would happen if she got shot this time, she had no clue how Joker bullets would work with her costume. Would she not be affected? She hoped so, but what would happen if she was? This was a chemical thing, not just the usual brute force. Would the suit be useless against it? Would it keep her alive, choking on her own blood until the chemicals were out of her system? Which would be worse?

And she knew he would shoot her.

Because, ultimately, she was expendable. All the Rogues were to Joker. Sure, it would be a pain to plan around it, but they could always mow down security guards and get inside that way.

She just needed to reason with him. Would he listen to reason? She hoped so.

She felt hands grip the back of her dress and looked back at Tim. He was definitely playing up whatever fear he had, because he looked terrified. Good, at least they would never expect him to be a vigilante.

Not that it would matter if Joker shot them.

“What’s wrong, NightMare? You look like you’ve just had a bad dream.”

She resisted the urge to gag. She’d heard of how bad his jokes were, but really? He was worse than Chat Noir and – WAIT DON’T LOAD THE BARREL LIKE THAT.

She swallowed thickly, a hand reaching back to make sure Tim didn’t try and do something stupid like push her out of the way.

“Joker, we can’t shoot him,” she tried.

“I told you she would be a liability, Harls,” Joker said. “She just doesn’t have the balls to kill people.”

Harley winced beside him, her eyes falling to the floor.

“But it’s not even that!” She said. Except it was. But she could work around it. Reason. She needed a reason. “Listen to me! If we kill him then the Gala probably wouldn’t happen. Bruce loves his kids, right? If he ended up dead, then he would probably cancel. We can’t kill him!”

Joker stared her down. He wasn’t smiling behind (the mask? his face?) anymore, his lips set in a grim line. This was almost worse. She almost missed the smiling, at least then she had an idea of what was going through his head.

And then he lowered his gun.

She let herself relax a little. They continued through the house with Tim at their side. She made sure to stand between him and the Rogues. Just in case.

After she had pretended to memorize every room in the house (because, really, she knew most of it by heart thanks to the prank war), she opened a portal for them.

Joker stepped through and Harley stopped her before she could follow. “Puddin’, we’re just going to have a little chat, okay?”

“Fine!”

Marinette tensed. The portal closed and they were cast into silence. She hadn’t made it too obvious she was a hero, right? After all, it could just be brushed off as her hating the idea of killing…

Right?

Harley waved Tim off and she glanced back at him. He was still holding onto the sleeve of her dress. She gave him a small smile. “Hey, it’s fine. Go back to work, alright?”

He gave her a slightly skeptical look, but then nodded. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She watched him leave and then turned to Harley. Was she suspicious? Did Marinette give anything away accidentally? Was this it?

“So, how do you know Tim?”

Marinette tensed. “I’m sorry?”

“You know him. How?”

She bit the inside of her cheek. What could she say? She couldn’t call him her friend, that would make it to obvious who she was. But she couldn’t act like she didn’t know him at all, that would make Harley suspicious…

“I guess I could call it…” She took a deep breath to steel herself. Her face reddened. God, he was going to hear this. “A celebrity crush?”

Harley squealed. “That’s so cute! Oh, and you saved his life? C’mon! He owes you a date!”

Damn it, Joker should have shot her. It would have been less excruciating than this. She buried her face in her hands. “I’d prefer… not doing that.”

The woman wasn’t listening, though. “Oh, you two would be so cute together! Your kids would be --!” Marinette decided that she was not going to pay attention to this, glaring at the ground as they walked through the mansion.

She was never going to live this down.

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SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE THERE WAS A HURRICANE

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artxyra · 4 years

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I have another request. Mari and Damian go to the same school. Suddenly a gas enters the school. Girls become a cat for 3 days. Boys are tasked with taking care of the cats and Damian gets Mari. 1st day they bond. (He calls her Angel) 2nd day she makes a robin costume (her logo has angel wings) and secretly goes with Robin on patrol. He gets attacked, she saves him, they love her. 3rd day when fam is out she makes Damian a cake. She turns to normal they become really close. Btw I love your work!

Note: I literally had nothing planned going into this, but once I started writing the story took in the direction that I never had intended but I do like.

Damian Wayne was already on edge that day. He came to the school with an aura that was dark than the usual don’t mess with me. One dared to go near him, though a series of classmates wanted the school’s sunshine to ease the mess, she was nowhere in sight. In fact, the school is pretty sure they will never meet seeing as she’s been here for over a couple of months and never once had she met a person named Damian.

For Damian, he was on edge because of the night before. Batman and Robin had a run-in with this mysterious new villain and that has everyone on edge. There was no record of this villain and at first, they thought it was Selina, but she was out of the states and no one has heard from her in a while. The only clue they have is that the villain was also enthralled by cats.

So, when a mysterious yellow gas, Damian’s mood went beyond anyone could imagine. The gas spreads through the windows and into the classroom. Panic rose as the gas begins to cover only the females of the school. One-by-one they all shrink to an unbelievable size. Cat’s meow echoes from the gas and as the males swipe away the lingering gas remnants, they are faced with an unbelievable sight.

In the placements of every female in the room are cats wearing the school’s infamous uniform that apparently also shrinks to fit the cat’s bodies. A series of meows to hissing breaks the shock faces of the males.

Immediately, the school heads started to investigate. Using the cats as a base they found out that the girls could stay in this form for at least three days, if not more. After contacting the proper guardians/parents, it came down to those who couldn’t be able to return home due to strict reasons, such as living alone, or strict landlord rules about pets. Those that couldn’t go to their families were immediately assigned a caretaker regardless of status.

Damian at first was conflicted. Yes, he loves animals, but at the same time, there was a risk, his family’s secret. What happens if whoever he gets remembers their time as a cat? Was it that big of a risk? The appropriate answer is yes, but the animal lover in him said no.

“Here you, Marinette, meet your temporary caretaker.” The attendance persons say to the cat dressed in a pink vet with blue trim and the school’s logo on the pouch. He hands the cat version of Marinette to Damian, who was unsure of how to hold her. It’s not this cat is a normal cat, like Alfred.

Marinette squirms in Damian’s arms, he quickly readjusts her before opting to set her down. She flicks her tail across his legs and nods her head. Damian sighs, but not before the attendance person gives him a reassuring smile.

‘C’mon Marionette.” He grumbles walking towards the entrance of the school. Examining his peers, he can tell that some are way too happy about this predicament while others are completely nervous. Marinette, once again, meows gaining Damian’s attention. He looks down to see her playing with his pant legs. Unsure what she means, he picks her up and cradles her to his chest.

“Young Master,” He hears Alfred greets to him. Turning to give the family’s butler attention he tightens his hold on Marinette, who hisses in response. “The school has informed us of our newest visitor, I take it that you have a plan against your brothers.” The look on Damian’s usually stoic face says it all.

Upon entering the Wayne manor, Damian is grateful that his older brothers, aside from Tim, live outside of the manor. He knows that he couldn’t handle the constant amount of teasing that would ensure once word got out.

“Alfred tells me we have a visitor.” Damian sets Marinette down so that he could face his father. Bruce eyes the dark-haired cat before turning his attention back to his son. “Are you sure that is a good idea?”

Damian huffs, absently petting Marinette’s fur. “Of course, it is father. Why wouldn’t I bring her home? She needed a place to stay and after a long hard thought I decided that this was the best fit.”

Bruce curtly nods. “Just keep her away from the family’s hangout.” Damian acceptingly nods.

“C’mon Marionette, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying at. Be warned, that you are not the only cat here. Alfred can be very territorial.” Damian gestures for Marinette to follow. She meows and tots over to Damian.

They walk in silence. Damian was unsure what to say to a person he barely knows, and Marinette just eyes her surroundings.

That night, Damian went out as Robin once he triples checked that Marinette was sleep, but when he came back, he was greeted with Marinette yowling at him to go to sleep. He glares at the female cat as he swears, he heard Alfred the cat laughing at her commands.

The first day with cat Marinette was eventful. Damian was woken up by the lack of air as Alfred the cat was resting on his head. Once he had pried the black and white cat off of him, he is then greeted by Marinette’s sass. She flicks her tail and pries open the door before disappearing down the halls. Damian calls out to her, but it fades with the meowing from Alfred.

Once he made it downstairs, he sees Marinette sitting outside of the kitchen, she is eyeing the sleep-deprived nature of Timothy Drake. Tim was only seconds away from passing out with the steaming cup of coffee in hand.

Marinette jumps onto the table before anyone could scold her and push against Tim’s hand. He absently pets her thinking that it was probably Alfred annoying him. Marinette takes this moment to use her paws to push the coffee mug away from Tim. She looks around the room before jumping off the table and trots over to a cabinet.

Alfred, the human, appears behind Damian humming, he is intrigued. “It seems that Miss Marinette is on a mission. What would you like for breakfast young master?”

Damian murmurs his answer before he is quick at awe with how Marinette was mixing ingredients into a cup. With her nose, she nudges the cup over to Alfred, who picks up but not without petting her head. Handing the newly tainted cup to Tim, they wait patiently with baited breaths. Tim takes a long sip. Light snores then escape his lips as his head fits the table.

Damian stares at Marinette amazed. She lets out a meow and walks over to Damian, who picks her up and exits the kitchen area. Taking a seat on the couch, he begins to play with Marinette. Tapping her paws as she swats at him. Alfred, the human, quickly snags a couple of photos before proceeding with breakfast.

“How did you do that? Getting Drake to sleep?” Damian mentally slaps himself the moment the words left his lips. Marinette meows in response and snuggles closer to Wayne heir. “Maybe you’re not so bad as they say, Marionette.”

Marinette hisses at the male, her eyes becoming slits as she playful claws at him. Damian winces upon the nails attaching to his skin.

“Sorry, Angel.” He freezes in his spot. Never once had a nickname came out so capturing. Sure, he had called people by their last names, rarely their first, but nothing as meaningful as Angel.

He didn’t know how long he kept Marinette in his arms reading a book; however, what he does know it lasted enough time for Alfred to finish breakfast and call everybody down. Marinette’s purrs quickly turn into yowl as she felt her body move from its comfortable state.

Damian pats her head before entering the kitchen.

“Damian!” Bruce shouted upon exiting the dining room. In front of him is Marinette chasing Alfred the cat at high speed. She was jumping and dodging as Alfred was sliding and jumping past the future. Damian had to hold in his laugh when he saw the two cats running amuck. He could hear Marinette’s hissing, which made him wonder what Alfred did to upset the poor cat girl.

“An—Marionette,” He calls out ignoring his father’s Bruce Wayne version of the bat glare. Marinette meows, coming to a stop before jumping into Damian’s arms. She purrs as he slides his hand down her fur.

“Damian, please keep your friends under control.” Bruce then disappears down the hall probably to one of the many secret entrances to the cave. Damian doesn’t speak until he knows he is alone.

“Angel, what did Alfred do to you?” He asks the cat in his arms. Marinette looks to him and meows. “You want to do outside?” Unsure what she wanted, but the head gesture towards the window stated otherwise.

Marinette purrs in delight the moment her paws touch the ground outside the manor. Damian stares at her, curious as to what she’ll do. This was supposed to be the sunshine of their school anyway. Marinette trots off over to a bed of flowers. She sniffs them before letting out a sneeze. Damian holds in his breath, hoping that it would keep him from smiling or awing over the adorable sneeze. Maybe it was the fact that she’s a cat that making him feel this way?

Together they stay outside the manor until it was near lunchtime. Marinette teases him with her tail every chance she got meanwhile Damian was holding in the urge to yell or awe at her. It was becoming a dance of emotions.

“Young Master, your father is in need of your help.” Alfred calls out to him. Damian knowing what that meant, hands Marinette over to Alfred] before dashing off to become Robin. “He’ll be back Miss Dupain-Cheng would you like something to eat?” Marinette nods as Alfred hums his way to the kitchen.

Still sleeping in the same chair as earlier was Tim and right beside him with claws out is Alfred, the cat with a devious look in his eyes. Marinette squirms in Alfred’s, the human, arms. Tim moves just enough to avoid the incoming claw. Marinette hisses at the black and white cat, waking up Tim in the process.

“Uh, how long was I out for?” Tim looks around, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Uh, who’s the cat?”

“Master Timothy, you’ve been asleep all morning, now would you like anything to eat or join your father and brother?” Alfred asks hoping the third oldest male would choose food over crime-fighting. Tim’s stomach growls in response sealing his fate.

When Damian had returned that night after hours of crime-fighting, he was greeted with the sight of Marinette sleeping on his bed with Alfred, the cat, on the opposite side. Little did he know was that Marinette had wondered around the manor as Alfred, the human, began cleaning.

That night Damian swears he heard voices as he slept.

“Alfred, no~” It was feminine something that the unusual in the manor unless his sister or Selina came by. What follows quickly afterward is a series of meows.

Slightly awoken by the noise he darts upward; a daze looks in his eyes. In front of him are a pair of dark cat ears and long dark hair. Thinking that it was Marinette, he goes back to sleep for the night.

At the start of the second day, Damian was woken up by Marinette purring rather than Alfred smothering him.

“Morning Angel.” He greets the smaller of the two dark-haired cats. Marinette meows sliding her tail against his arm. It was then that he had noticed the change in the outfit the female cat was wearing. No longer was it her school uniform but an updated version of it with a pink ruffle skirt around her waist. Confused, Damian wasn’t sure whether he should question the new information or integrate the cat. Choosing to ignore the outfit change, he begins to get ready for the day.

Marinette sneaks out of the bedroom and down the halls.

When Damian sees Marinette later that morning, all he could do was groan at the sight before him. It had to be Dick that had entered the manor for the day. Didn’t the oldest Wayne had a job?

“Grayson, what are you doing here?” He asks glaring at the fact that Dick had Marinette in his arms.

“Baby bird, why didn’t you tell me that you had gotten a new pet. I’m sure B wasn’t too happy.” Marinette meows loudly in his arms.

“Tt, she’s a guest, for the time being, Grayson, now put An-her down. She doesn’t like to be held by strangers.” Damian was quick to catch himself saying her nickname. Dick pouts and reluctantly puts the cat down.

“She’s already better than Alfred, the cat. Which reminds me, Alfred the butler says that breakfast is done if you want any. Timmy already ate and ended up disappearing.” Dick’s reply instantly causes Marinette to run in the direction of the kitchen. Damian narrows his eyes feeling a slight sense of betrayal.

Dick turns to Damian and wraps his arm around the younger’s shoulder and laughs, “C’mon, baby bird.”

That night as Damian was getting ready for patrol, he doesn’t realize the makeshift smaller version of the Robin uniform being pulled out by the teeth of Marinette’s mouth. She tugs against the uniform and slowly puts it on. Trotting over to the mirror, she checks herself out and sneakily follows Damian to the Bat cave.

For a cave full the world’s greatest detective, them not noticing a small cat wearing a cape that has the Robin emblem with addition to having angel wings was the most face-palming feat they have ever done.

Marinette snuggles her way into a hidden compartment on Robin’s motorbike. She waits until she could feel was rumbling of the engine. The engine soon cuts off, popping her head out of the hidden compartment, she looks around. Nothing felt out of place for her. Though she could feel the pulsating effects of the magic with her.

She could still hear Damian checking out the buildings. There is nothing to report on, something she knows the feeling all to well with her time being Ladybug. Late-night patrols were her worst nightmare.

Staying put, Marinette knew she couldn’t move, not just yet. There needs to be the ultimate reason for her to reveal herself. That lasted until the growing sounds of someone grunting and punching filled her sensitive ears.

“Oh, how the little birdy is struggling against someone like little old me.” A voice says off in distance.

Turning her head, she finally sees Robin in the midst of what looks like hand-to-hand combat with this new cat-obsessed villain. She could also see that Damian was struggling to maintain the upper power over the villain.

The villain places Robin and locking hold.

Marinette jumps out of the hidden spot instantly transferring into the catgirl form. Her ears perk at the sound of grunts, she moves quickly to the fighting scene. Incepting the hold, she frees Robin who falls backward.

“It seems my magic has evolved or you’re just a magical being.” The villain murmurs but she was able to pick up.

“It was you that turned the school into cats.” Marinette accuses as she felt her emotions go into over-drive. With heighten senses she engaged in combat with the villain.

The villain taunts her as Robin struggles to readjust himself. The paralyzing effects of whatever the villain holds over him fading away. He could barely hear the sounds of his family over the earpiece as he watches in shock seeing the Angel, he had been taking care of fighting the villain that turned females into cats.

She could feel the magic he was wielding pushing against her own, telling her to revert into her cat form. Pushing against the call, Marinette holds herself firm against the incoming blows.

“Augh, I got no time for this.” The villain waves his device. Marinette hisses feeling the shrinking feeling taking over again.

With a mighty blow narrowly defeats the villain just as the magic turns her back into a cat. Licking her paw, she trots over to Robin and brush against his legs. He is too in shock to do anything.

The next thing the pair knew, Red Robin was cuffing the cat villain as Nightwing and Batman make their way over to Robin, trying to get him to speak. Robin was unsure how to answer any of the questions, he simply just gestured to Marinette.

Marinette’s eyes twinkle as Nightwing takes her into his arms gushing about how great of a cat she is; however, the same couldn’t be said for Batman.

“She saved me, father if it wasn’t for her who would have known what the Cat-caller would have done to me.” Damian finally speaks placing his foot down against his father’s better judgment. Batman tried to up the fact that she knows their family secret, but even he couldn’t deny the possibilities.

Finally patting her fur, everyone knew that she had won over the famous Batman and Bruce Wayne’s appreciation.

When Damian and Marinette had returned to the manor, he couldn’t help but be at odds with her. He didn’t know what to say, to ask even. This cat had saved him, knows his family's biggest secret, and could fight. This was not something he normally deals with within a single day. He watches her as she slept in her little area, wondering what to say to her when she becomes human once again.

Damian falls asleep never noticing the sincere look one eye open of Marinette.

Today was supposed to be the last day for all the females in their school to be human. The girls were excused from the classes however the males were not. It was Tim that left the manor first, then it was Damian and Bruce followed not long after. Alfred, the human, needed to run some errands living the animals alone in the manor.

Marinette could feel the magic effects of the gas waning off. She chased Alfred, the cat, around the manor because he ended disrupting her relaxing time only to be followed by Titus soon after. She had barely spent any time with the other animals over the course of the two days.

Waking up after a quick catnap, Marinette began to realize that she was no longer in her cat form, but in her catgirl form instead. Her ears perk up with an idea. Maybe she should Damian a thank you cake for everything he has done for her. Yup, that is exactly what she is going to do.

Calling for the animals to follow her, she makes her way into the kitchen. Quickly locating the ingredients, she immediately got to work but not before believing she is on a cooking show giving instructions to her audience, the animals.

They all watch Marinette, intrigued by what she’ll make. Titus had nudged her hand a few times reminding her that Damian was a vegetarian allowing her to make the changes quickly before mixing them together.

As the cake baked in the oven, she began mixing a vanilla vegan frosting, a recipe she remembers her parents making when the customer was strictly a vegan. The buttercream came out nice and silky. It wasn’t long before the cake was done and put in the chiller for cooling. Marinette knew that she only made hours before anyone would return to the manor. Hopefully, by then she would have fully reverted to a human.

The cake was done and fully decorated before Alfred had returned with Damian behind him. Marinette, now fully human, smiles at the two with a joy that could defeat all darkness.

“I made you a cake as thanks for handling me as a cat. You didn’t have to, but you did.” Marinette place a quick peck on the youngest Wayne’s cheek before cutting him a slice.

“Uh...” Damian was speechless. Little did he know was that Alfred was filming the encounter with a knowing smirk. Maybe this would be the person that thaw out the ice prince’s cold heart.

“Don’t it’s vegetarian safe, you can thank Titus for reminding me and thank Alfred, the cat, for not attempting to sabotage it while I was baking,” Marinette adds when she saw the look in Damian’s eyes and the way his body language spoke upon being handed the slice of cake.

Together, against all odds, they sat in silence eating their own slice of cake. Alfred even takes one and appraises the young woman about her craftwork. She then explains that her parents owned a bakery growing up and that she’s been baking ever since she could remember.

Properly meet the rest was of the Wayne family was at dinner, when Damian begged her to stay the night to which she turned down on the basis that she needed a change of clothes and that she should go, check out her dorm apartment and make sure everything was okay.

In the weeks that follow, everyone at their school was in shock seeing the ice prince and sunshine incarnated hanging out with one another. No was surprised when the two began dating a couple of months after the cat situation. They were a match made in heaven.

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Dating Jason Todd would include

-YOU ARE LITTLE PRECIOUS BUNNY I SWEAR YOU BRING OUT THE SOFTEST PART OF THIS BROKEN MAN

-like this dude will literally let you get away with ANYTHING and no one better stop you

-“Hey Jay I just robbed a bank and took a lollipop from that kid next door.”

-“Aww you’re so cute, Doll. Let me put out this cigarette and I’ll help you count the money, okay?”

-“Jay, Dick said I can’t have anymore ice pops!!! I really want some, it’s not fair!!”

-“ He said what?! hOld On iM gEtTinG mY Gun nO OnE TelLs mY lItTle Babe sHe caNt haVe anY iCe popS.”

-wearing his thick leather jackets that smell like cigarettes and expensive scotch

-Stealing his 1/16263819827 Red hoods and waddling around the house while he’s out on patrol

-“Hey I’m RedHood and I have DaDdY IssUes, prepare to diEee!!! *pew pew*”

-“is that how I sound to you?! Because I don’t *pew pew* I *brrraaatratratatataaa* get it correct Y/N”

-Your tough edgy boyfriend

-If he has an off day, he’ll take you on a ride on his motorcycle to wherever you want to go. If it’d make you happy, he’d drive to Paris for you if he could.

-You guys usually end up drifting by the waterside, taking in the longing smell of the sea, feeling the subtle warmth of the setting sun and melting into the welcoming breeze

-There’s this really good Sandwich stand by the oceanfront and you guys always get a large one, and share it with a nice cold bottle of Coke. There’s also this really nice private beach that you two have no business being on, you guys would sometimes just sit on one of the lifeguards stands for a while and just enjoy each other

-“Hey Jay Jay?”

-“What’s up, Love bug?

-“Your eyes have a hint of Aqua Green in them. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I just wanted you to know that, that’s all.”

-IN HOME CONCERTS EVERY SATURDAY AND OR FRIDAY.

-every week you guys make a list of your favorite classics and you build a Spotify playlist and dance around the house screaming *cough* I-i mean singing on the top of yalls lungs.

-weird adventures around the city! Like you guys sometimes go to weird parts of the city to see some weird crap to laugh about later on.

-“Why is he wearing a tutu and dirty socks-“

-“keep walking baby girl don’t question it.”

-monthly movie nights where you guys watch a movie that has crappy 1 star reviews while eating a bunch of unhealthy garbage all night.

-“but why did he do that?”

-“according to ‘moviecridictbooiiii12’, he’s an uncultured swine who has no Character development, 1/10 trash person totally.”

-If you guys are just sitting in a comfortable silence, just cuddling, he might open up a bit about his childhood or maybe talk a bit about how he’s feeling. But that’s a rare rare occasion he doesn’t like talking much about it.

-This sometimes can cause a bit of a rift because it almost feels as if there’s a lack of trust but you understand he’s been through a whole lot and if it were you, you’d probably be the same way

-he does not like pills in the house but if you have health issues and have to take them, he won't crucify you because of it, but he will monitor you and make sure there is no drug abuse. He wants to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. He doesn't wanna lose you that way.

-He’s a depressed crackhead

-“Hey Y/N, can you tell me what’s in the drawer in the kitchen. The one next to the sink”

-“Hmm? There’s nothing in here Jason.”

-“Nothing you say? Just like my relationship with Bruce haha.”

-“Are you okay?”

-“No I am not and neither is my sleep schedule.”

-Oh yeah this Poor boy barely sleeps. Mainly because he’s out on patrol all night and when he finally gets home, he’s being called back out. Or sometimes he’s just so restless thinking about everything he needs to do. Other times he’s just scared to sleep.

-Yeah he’s pretty reluctant to go to sleep. He’s scared to have a bad dream and wake up in a vulnerable state. Or to accidentally wake you up from tossing and turning and wails of agony.

-You lost a lot of hours of sleep already do to comforting him at night so as much as he can function without a nights rest, he’ll do it to spare you

-You hate when he does this because you actually don’t mind comforting him, it makes you feel like he trusts and can rely on you.

-nightmares about the joker or the pit. Cryinggg this boy is really traumatized

-“Shhh, Jason it’ll be alright. I’m right here love.”

-Even though he avoids sleep at all costs, this doesn’t stop him from napping on the recliner or at the kitchen table from time to time.

-He’s a bit self destructive with drinking, smoking, betting himself up, not sleeping or eating properly. You really have to help him and work with him. Be patient and kind pLz.

-He doesn’t like exposing you to the stuff he does, he doesn’t like you seeing all the gore or what not so he doesn’t try to come home bloody much actually. He might stop at dicks house or some other friend’s house to clean up a bit before coming to you

-Todd doesn’t like you to see and be around all that. He wants to keep that life very very separate, he even tries to keep the news off and away from you. Although you already know and if it bothers you it not, it’s not much you can do to stop him.

-The only time you might see him bloody or hurt is when he can’t make it to a friends house and he needs you to patch him up and put him to bed quickly.

-argurmentssss

-Yeah you guys do little annoying antics back and forth but it’s not something super crucial. The only time where it heats up is like if something he’s doing really really bothers you, like his killings or if he does something super reckless. The arguments usually end up with

- “I’m sorry Doll, I’ll do better for you.”

- “Sorry JayBird, I wasn’t being fair”

-The worst an argument had ever gotten was when he didn’t come home for weeks without telling you he was out on a mission and you were scared out of your mind and ended up cursing him out for scaring you.

-You didn’t talk to him for about a week and he was a wreck

-“JASON DONT YOU DARE TRY TO KISS ME OR HUG ME I THOUGHT YOU WERE F*CKING DEAD OR WORSE! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME SOMETHING LIKE I LITERALLY HATE YOU RIGHT NOW I COULDN'T SLEEP FOR WEEEKS JASON I WAS WORRIED SICK-“

-“Hey, it’s okay Y/n- I’m here no-“

-“NO IT'S NOT LITERAL I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU ANYMORE, GET AWAY FROM ME.”

-He cannot stand when he breaks your heart or makes you upset like he beats himself up a whole lot. He will apologize to you and do anything to make it up.

-“Stupid Todd? How can you upset the one person that seems to be so patient and loving to you? Ugh you idiot.”

-yeah he literally kissed up to you for months he felt so bad even after you apologized for overreacting and told him he didn’t need to do anything

-Yeah speaking of kissing up to you, he Buys you anything you want just ask. Looking at that super nice outfit in the mall? Check your room, it’s on your bed with a cute little note. Want an ice cream sundae? Yeah he got extra fudge/caramel for his princess.

-He just loves you like so so much he doesn’t care what you look like, how big or how skinny, how light or how dark you are. He literally adores you and wants to protect you with all his heart. He’d buy the whole world for you.

-“Jason, literal listen to me. 600 dollars for a charm bracelet I liked in the mall is too much, go return it”

-he’s a bit overprotective with you. Not in a “HEKDJEHEHEHINEEDTOKNOWWHEREYOUAREATALLTIMESSENPAI.” Kind of way but in a like “Check in every once in a while will ya babe? I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

-He doesn’t let you go outside after a certain time for ANYTHING unless it’s an emergency. It’s too dangerous in Gotham for you to be out scrolling going to a convenience store at 10pm at night. So if you need something from the store he’ll go get it for you or already have it in the house.

-Will 100 throw hands for you

-actually makes sure you can defend yourself and trains you a bit every month to make sure if trouble comes and he’s not there, you can protect yourself

-Intimacy

-Honhonhon. Although what many believe Jason has a high sex drive and wants it a lot or what not. I don’t think it’s 100% true

-I believe that like if his partner wasn’t the type of person who wanted it, or didn’t feel comfortable with it, he’d be okay with it. Like he doesn’t need it to survive although you look hecking good in that outfit today

-I feel like he’d be more kissy and rough touching than the full 100 yards with a more soft/standoffish sexually significant other.

-Yeah if he gets from a stressful mission or just needs to feel you, he’s gonna wanna kiss and touch on you but if you’re not into all that then like he’d back off because he respects you enough

-neck kisses and thigh kisses

-“jaybirdy I wanted to wear that new skirt I got yesterday, now I got your bites all over my legs.”

-he's a totally Dom and that’s on that period boo

-dAdDy KiNk I’m sorry

-His voice somehow becomes super raspy when he’s aroused?!?!

-He will tease you to a point you moan out his name and then turn around and act innocent

-“let’s watch Frozen! What’s with that face dear? You didn’t think I’d let you have it that easily now did you?”

-*wears anything short*

-”WOOOOO DAMMNNNN Y/NNNNNN LOOKING FOINE TODAY I SEE YOU! CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER?!?! YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND BECAUSE I KNOW HE'S DAMN LUCKYYY!”

-Highkey finds it so hot when you sit on his lap like damn it feels so nice to him like you know you’re his and that’s like arousing to him. Will play with the hem of your skirt if your wearing them and your thighs aren’t safe

(Anyways I ain’t trynna make this NSFW but I might do a little something for my 200 follower special)

-On a softer purer note, you guys are like the roasters of the fam, okay! Like no one is safe, especially Damian.

-“Tch- Todd and his little pet.”

-“Dami, didn’t know you’d be here, and apparently your hairline didn’t know either.”

-*Jason, Tim and Dick were dying*

-“Hey you little accident, why you standing like that, you look like you’re bout to enlist in the army.”

-“shut up Todd, at least I have good posture unlike you.”

-“Hey leave Damian alone, Jason. Dami just has a pole in his ass that makes him stand in first position all the time. It’s a serious condition, y’all need to stop laughing.”

-“Hey Selina! Your Sugar Daddy is in the kitchen, try not to steal anything though because he might cut down your weekly allowance.”

-“Haha Y/N and yours is in the living room getting drunk, careful he might end up with me tonight.”

-“Hmm, a gold digger and a cougar? Wow you got your careers set don’t ya! Ooops you should check in the mirror tho! I think your Botox is drooping.”

-yAlL CAnT sTop ROaStinG PeOpLe anD it’S wOrse When yaLls DruNk

-You’re actually pretty close to The BatFam and like Bruce Adores you he thinks you’re a wonderful influence on Jason like you changed him a lot. Dick sees you as a baby sister and like he literally baby’s you so much it’s sad. Tim and you like to joke around a bit and talk you guys get along decently. Although Damian would NEVER admit it, he actually is kinda fond of you even though you guys insult each other. He might stab someone for like hurting you or something. But watch your back because he might stab you as well.

-going to Bruce’s Galas and charity events like by force.

-“yYyyYYyyY/NnnNnNnNiEeeeEEee PLEaSE COmeEeeee sO iWOnT DrInk MySelF ouT oF tHeRe!!!”

-“Jason let go of my leg.”

-You don’t actually mind it too much, you’ve made some nice connections and plus it’s a little date night with Jason so Win Win!!

-He actually wears a nice Tux and styles his hair real nicely. Might even be wearing that nice watch Bruce gave him a long time ago on his birthday.

-*sniff sniff* is that Cologne? *sniiiiiiffffffff* *HIGHLY* Expensive cologne he’s wearing?! And *pat pat* HAIR GEL OH BOIIII

-He actually picks out a dress for you to wear. One he’s been dying to see you in. The super expensive one he found while shopping with Dick and Bruce one day.

-If some rich guy try’s flirting with you, it’s over for them. Jealous Todd Mode activated!

-“Doll Face, I found you. Love wandering off don’t you babe? When we get home, I’ll make sure you won’t want to wander off again,” He kisses into your ear hungrily “wHo’s tHiS, Y/N? Is he bothEriNg yOu?” He asks like he didn’t see him there

-“No but Jason you are.“

-“:o”

*later*

-“I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID WRONG Y/N!! HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND I HAD TO INSERT MY DOMINANCE.”

-“JAY HE WAS A BUSINESSMAN LOOKING TO INDORSE ME AND MY WORK! YOU JUST EMBARRASSED ME AND MADE HIM FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE!! LITERALLY NOW HE THINKS I HAVE AN OVER POSSESSIVE BOYFRIEND.”

-“oh-“

“YEAH ‘oH’! serIouslY I CanT stAnd yoU.”

-Jason’s drinking and smoking. Let’s just say you’re not the biggest fan of it because of his health, you’re so worried about it. He’s already taking shots and stabs but like the drinking and smoking on top of that? You’re worried about him

-You always voice your concern and he’s never too phased and he’s always like

-“Don’t worry L/N, I’ll be okay. If this kills me, don’t let Dick take my meat stash in the freezer. Tell him I’m coming back to life in like 3 months give or take and I’ll be hungry for steak.”

-Actual best boyfriend! Like if you’re insecure about anything he’ll make you feel so much better, in every way possible. He makes it so know how much he loves you it’s so sweet and super cute like I’m crying.

-makes weird faces at you randomly and it somehow gets you to laugh?!?!

-cooks breakfast or dinner for you every once in a while but messes up a few times

-“sorry y/n I accidentally burnt the cookies I was trying to make for you. I-I can go run and ask Alfred to make some? I know how long you’ve been waiting to have some.”

- Did I mention he’s best boi? Like ugggghhhh he’s so blind to all that superficial mess people get caught up in. You talk down about yourself and he’ll like attack you in love I swear he will. He doesn’t like the self deprecation you do. He completely detests it.

-“Say you’re ugly one more time I’ll slap you with this heart of mine. Don’t make me do it Y/N. I’ll give you so much love, the only thing you’ll be able to say is “Omg I love myself so much like damn I’m so sexy and so fine and my personality? Perfect! thanks to my totally handsome boyfriend, I see myself so clearly now.”

-You guys Also like spend his birthday with just each other. But it’s really special to him and he always looks forward to the small marble cake you make, that has strawberries on top. He loves when you sit on his lap with your face in the crook of his neck, whispering into his skin ever so gently telling him to ‘make a wish old man’

-something about the birthdays you spend with him, brings him back to a happy place he once felt as a child. Or wanted to feel. He always wishing for the same thing…..to always see you happy

-“Jay I love you.”

-“I love you too Y/N. Remember that okay?”

(Request open)

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Let Me Love You

Summary: Inspired by Let me Love you by Mario. Adrien is such a playboy. Engaged to Marinette she takes all his excuses and stays by his side. When Damian enters her life, she finds there is more than just what her Fiance is showing her.

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Adrien proposed to Marinette back spring after she graduated college. A year after they have been engaged they finally planned to have a Christmas wedding that year. As December rolled around Adrien agreed to go over seas with her to check out Gotham, New Jersey to see if it would be a good fit for a new home and business. As they arrived to the city, Adrien insisted they should go to the hotel and rest then do all the searching tomorrow. But Mari wouldn't have it. Instead she had the taxi cab drop her off at the next light where so she can have a look around and Adrien can go and rest. It was still early morning for the city so a lot of the shops were just now opening up. Marinette walked down the streets finding a cute little coffee shop and went in, ordering a large latte and a banana muffin.

"I'll pay for the gentleman behind me." She whispered to the barista leaving her thirty dollars and walked to the table by the window, waiting for her name to be called. She picked at her muffin, watching the sidewalks fill with people as a young man walked up to her table.

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Damian was annoyed that someone even paid for his coffee. He looked for the woman and found her. He walked over ready to tell her off until he saw her dazed and beautiful. The light from the sun coming in the window glowed around the woman and glitter off her eyes.

"May I join you?" Mari jumped a little looking up to see him smiling at her slightly. She waved her hand to the seat in front of her then popped a piece of muffin in her mouth. "Thank you for the coffee." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to come talk to her, but some reason she drew him in. The barista called for Marinette's and Damian's name and they both stood. Mari laughed and he offered to grab it for her so she sat back down. When he came back and handed her his coffee taking a sip of her latte by mistake, she was watching him with a raised brow.

"This coffee is good compared to my usual. Must be a new barista." Marinette was hiding her laughter.

"That's because its mine." She held up his cup and he looked at his hand with a smile. He sat back down and they traded cups and talked about themselves. Damian found that she's from Paris looking for a new place to live, she was an animal lover. She had the prettiest smile he had ever seen. He looked at his watch and scooted back from his seat.

"I'm sorry, if I don't leave now I'll be late for work."

"It was a pleasure to meet you Damian." She stood up as as well and walked out with him. She held her latte and turned to a voice calling for her. The man had ran to her coming to a stop and pants. Damian stayed a little longer as the blonde man gave her a gentle kiss on her head, wrapped his arm around her waist then they walk off. Damian raised a brow giving a hurt scowl and heads off to work.

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Mari stayed in the hotel the rest of the week working on the rest of her wedding dress as she worked on her other commissions. Adrien would leave and come back late at night semi drunk or comes home the next morning covered in make up. Mari noticed all of this happening but she ignored it by being either in bed or absorbed in her work. Sometime that week, Mari was getting the clothes prepared to wash them and all she could smell on the clothes were perfume she never wear and find lipstick all over the collar of his shirts. It made her more uncomfortable than when he was still modelling for his dad. It's only until the wedding... This will be over with... She continued to tell herself.

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A week later, she meets Damian again at the same coffee shop and they sat and talked for about an hour he never once brought up the blonde from before. That same night had a business dinner with his father to attend and an Agreste from Francis was joining them. His father and him stood by the entrance waiting for their guest to arrive as the host came over assuring them that their table is ready. The door had opened letting in a cold chill as a woman walked in. She took off her black coat, holding it over her arm revealing a formal red, off the shoulder long sleeve dress and her midnight hair was pinned into curls against her head. A man stepped in behind her not removing his suit jacket but combed his blonde hair back with his fingers. They walked over to Damian and his father looking like a happy couple. If noticed closely, it can bee seen that there is something wrong with the woman based off her body language but with just from the first glance it she appears to be uncomfortable.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Wayne." The blonde spoke holding his hand out to his father.

"I am, please call me Bruce. This is my son Damian." His father introduces as he shook his hand.

"Adrien Agreste, and this is my fiancé, Marinette Dupan-Cheng." She held out her hand a soft red hugh covered her cheeks. Bruce shook her hand first then Damian eyes a little wide taking her in. Bruce cleared his throat and Damian blinked composing himself again and took her hand bringing it to his lips.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss." Damian lowered it then let go he felt death glares coming from Mr. Agreste but shrug them off. Marinette had a smile on her face so he just accepted it as a win. The host appeared once more with a nod from Bruce she led them to a table of four. Bruce and Adrien walked ahead of Damian and Marinette leaving them alone. So he held his arm out for the woman to take. She took it and walked with him as Bruce spoke with Adrien. Bruce stood in front of a chair holding it place when the two arrived. Damian reached for chair beside the blonde when Marinette was pulled away by him and forced to sit by his father. Damian showed at the notion and moved to the other side of the table and sat down.

"Miss Dupan-Cheng, Mr. Agreste said that you are here to find a place to live. Why here?" Bruce asked.

"Well, I wanted a change of scenery. Paris has so much memory I wish to escape from and Gotham feels like the best location for my new store." She smiled. Damian listened taking in as much information and add them to his mental file of her.

"So you are a designer? Did you make the dress?" Oh that question lit her face up.

"Yes. Thank you for noticing. I even made Adrien his suit. Show them honey." She turned to get Adrien to stand but stopped short when the waitress was blushing and giggling mess in Adrien's arm talking about the drink menu. Seriously?! Marinette turned back to Bruce and smiled the most uncomfortable smile she could bare.

"What would you recommend to drink Mr. Wayne?" Her words were noticeably shaky. Bruce pointed to the pink wine to eat with her spaghetti and then snapped his finger grabbing the stared attention of Adrien and the waitress. She blushed redder then ran over apologizing for her distraction and took their drink and food order. Damian was upset by the exchange. It was clearly bothering his father for its a Business meeting. Bruce cleared his throat dragging the blonde’s attention and smiled an annoyed smile.

"So, we were talking about building an office and we join as board members. Correct?" Marinette looked up surprised by the conversation. She was unaware of this choice he made and listened carefully. Damian listened as well as he debated about taking the girl away from the table or not.

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After dinner, Marinette wanted to leave before Adrien embarrasses her more. Adrian has clearly drank too much wine for her liking. She stood, wrapped her jacket back around her body, then lifted Adrien up against her shoulder. Damian got out of his seat and took her fiancé from her, putting him in the rental car.

"Thank you." She granted Damian a kiss on the cheek and got into the driver seat driving to the hotel.

Week two was passing slowly. Marinette was left alone as Adrien had left back to Paris to check on the wedding plans with his father. She walked around Gotham grabbing ideas as she made it to Robbinsville Park and sat in the grass sketching her first line of clothing in Gotham. She expect a criminal act to happen around her or at least a missing child, but she wasn't expecting a Great Dane to topple her over. He licked her face earning laughs and squeals from the woman. Mari laid there on her back as he laid on top of her pinning her in place. Marinette just couldn't help but laugh at her predicament and just pet the Dane. She found his tag under her chest reading the name "Titus" nothing more.

They stayed there for about an hour and when no one came for him, she hooked her belt around the collar and took him back to the hotel with her. Titus jumped on her couch and laid back down watching her get settled. He looked like he was considering jump in back on her but decided not to. She couldn't help but laugh as she sat down next to him turning the tv on and snuggle against him. She kept him home for a few days with her, feeding him dog food she had ordered from room, service to pick up using Adrien’s credit card to pay for it.

They spent all their time together, playing in the hotel room, making outfits that fit him like a boss. Even made him a bat costume just for fun. Titus liked dressing up and Marinette enjoyed making the clothes for him.

The following weekend, Mari decided to take Titus for a walk. They walked around the fashion district picking up the materials she ordered, then went to park to relax. It was a wonderful afternoon of quiet and peace; she lay against Titus, who was asleep behind her head resting on her leg until someone ran over panting heavily. Titus shot his head up at the same time as Mari and wagged his tail excitedly.

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Damian went back to the park in hope someone would being his dog back. That's when he saw Titus dressed in a red and black outfit laying in the grass under a shaded tree. He bolted toward them not expecting his dog to jump out from behind the person growling at him.

"Titus down." The voice was familiar but Damian was too pissed to see who it was. Once he settled down a bit he spoke.

"How dare you...steal my dog..." He breathed each word then stood up brushing his hair back and sees Marinette behind his dog protectively. Marinette laughed, petting his head as she got up and hand Damian the leash.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your dog. When no one came for him I took him home. Titus was great company." She smiled at him and he just couldn't be mad anymore. Marinette pulled out her phone and Damian watched as her face shifted then looked down to her phone vibrate before a sound rang from her pocket. Mari was almost in tears from the picture was quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hands exposing the photo to Damian by accident. The photo was of a man walking into a hotel room with two women clearly going to do something inappropriate.

His anger that subsided was back and he quickly hugged the small woman being joined by Titus standing on his back legs coming just as tall as Damian. Marinette began laughing at the notion and tripped dragging the three of them down onto the grass talking into another laughing fit.

"Haha. Thank you Damian, I feel a bit better now. Hey, would you like to hang out with me this week? Titus too." She wiped her cheeks off sitting up ad she scratched under Titus's jaw.

"I'd love to."' Marinette climbed up onto her feet, dusting off her butt, then picked up her shopping bags.

"I'll see you tomorrow my little hero." She leaned down and gave whispered something else in his ear before giving him a kiss on his snout. The three of them spent time together the rest of the week. Going to the park, seeing a movie, hell they even just spent time at her hotel room. It only lasted until Adrien came back finding a big dog on Mari's lap and another man in the kitchen bring out drinks.

"What the hell." Adrien as livid. The Great Dane growled at him. Mari stood up petting the big dog down and walked over to the blonde giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Welcome home. You remember Damian? He came over to talk about the project." It wasn't a complete lie. They we're talking about it. Inbetween ice cream and games. Adrien refused to reciprocate glaring at the man in the room.

"Leave my hotel room. Now." He didn't want to leave but Mari moving her hand behind her back motioning him to go. Damian pulled Titus out the door with him closing the door. He could hear a yelling match happening.

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The last week in Gotham Mari and Adrien were inseparable. Adrien wouldn't let Mari leave his side she even had to join him during meeting. He kept her from doing her projects including her wedding gown. She was beginning to feel suffocated and wanted to get some space.

"I'm going back to the hotel. Enjoy your dinner." She put the napkin on the table receiving a scuffed response with a wave to leave clearly annoyed by her. She walked out, looking behind her to find another woman sitting in her seat. Oh she could have screamed instead she stormed into the nearest alley heading to the hotel.

Robin and Red Hood were arguing over who beat the bad guy first. They weren't aware that a woman dressed in a purple semi-formal dress was walking down their way until the man they had beaten, stood and wrapped his arms around her holding the knife to her throat. She released a sudden yelp getting the attention of the boys then took her heel stomped it directly in the center of the man's foot, elbows his rib, shoved her left palm into his chin slamming his teeth together then rolled the knife holding arm behind his back dropping him to the ground. She sat on top of him and sighed.

The boys stared at the woman surprised. She got up after pressing her fingers into the man's neck putting him to sleep. As she dusted off her dress then fixed her hair.

"Marinette?" Robin let the name slip but cleared his throat before speaking again. "Miss that is quite dangerous. Is everything okay?" He stepped forward offering a hand instead he was rejected.

"Can you please take me back to my hotel. I don't wish to be here anymore." Robin nodded then looked to Red Hood.

"You got this?" Hood nodded and tuned to the sleeping criminal. Robin picked up Marinette' caring her like a princess to her hotel room balcony. She slid out of his arm, rubbing her arm looking down.

"Thank you, Robin." She went to kiss him on the cheek but met his lips. They didn't pull away. Robin pulled her closer making the kiss deep and longing. Eventually they separated and she breathed a name.

"Damian." Robin froze in place as he looked down at her. She found out? How? She apologized becoming a blushing mess.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said another man's name. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm engaged you see... To a playboy of all people. Heh. The kiss was amazing don't get me wrong... It like it a lot." She continued to ramble and Robin kissed her again making her go quiet and press closer.

"I liked kissing you too." He whispered against her lips. "Get some sleep. You had a rough night." They kissed once more then leapt off the balcony heading home.

The next and final day in Gotham, Mari had her bags packed ready to go back to Paris tomorrow. She figured Adrien would be out doing whatever he does until he texted her saying the plane will be leaving in an hour.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She grabbed her suitcase pretty sire she left something behind and ran to the elevator. As it came to the lobby she rushed with her suit case down to the representative counter to call for a cab to take her to the airport. The woman gave Mari a sympathetic look as she hung up the phone.

"The cab will be here in less than 20 minutes."

"Thats okay.. I'll wait outside. Thank you miss. Oh can you give this to Damian if he visits." The woman nodded taking the item and placing it under her desk. As the cab arrived, she threw her suitcase into the trunk and slid into the backseat. She barely made it before check in was closed, putting her bag onto the plane, and found Adrien waiting by the gate.

"Took you long enough. Let's go." He took her hand and lead her to their seats in first class.

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Damian and Titus arrived to her hotel hoping to see her before she for the last day here. His mind kept going back to their kiss last night and he hoped be could talk her into staying with him.

"Sir, this is for you."' Damian was stopped by the receptionist holding an envelope. "The miss asked me to give it to you before she bolted out the door with her suitcase in tow." He took the envelope, thanked the woman, and went home. Dick and Jason found him pouting in the Batcave beating up the mannequins. The white shiny envelope laid on the chair slightly open almost crumbled up. Dick picked it up reading it then understood.

"You going to crash it?" Dick asked.

"How can I, she's in Paris. I'm here. It's not like I want her." The words burned in his mouth as if he stuck his tongue in lava. Dick just shook his head and the beating continued. This went on for days after until the day Tuesday night.

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Marinette spent all Tuesday finishing her dress for the wedding in the end getting very little sleep. She fell asleep around 4 am and had just woken up at 8 when the door bell rang with Chloe and her mom behind the door.

"Oh my god Mari did you not sleep?!" Chloe questioned sharply.

"Oh honey. Wedding jitters? I remember my wedding day with your father." Marinette's mom began. They took her to her vanity and earned up her face helping her hide the circles she created. As Mari put on her dress, she spinner around showing it off.

"Oh wow, you look absolutely divine." Chloe as already in tears and her mom was speechless. The time was 9 am and they rushed out the door to the limousine. She took this chance to tell her mom and best friend about Damian and Gotham.

"I’m sick of Adrien doing this to you. You shouldn't marry him Mari." Chloe again said.

"Its just pre-wedding habit. He'll stop after we say 'I do'." The response earned two sour scowls and a sigh. They arrived to the church by 9:30 and walked up to the door meeting her papá giving her a gentle kiss on the head.

"You look beautiful pumpkin."

"Thank you papá." She took his arm and held herself close feeling safe against him. At 10 am, the bell rang and the music began. Chloe and Adrien's cousin, Felix walked down the isle, Luka with Kagami followed, then their little one held the rings on a small pink pillow. The girls wore something blue on their gowns that symbolized Mari's hair and the boys wore something green for Adrien's eyes. Marinette took a deep breath and smiled at her papá then began the walk down the isle. Adrien stood in full white wearing a green under dress shirt, he stared at his bride as she got closer to him. They met at the alter, lifting her vail, he took her hand and turned to the priest.

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Damian landed at the airport at 8:30 Wednesday morning in Paris. He quickly searched for the church that held the wedding then changed his clothes into a suit and fixed his hair. A bell from across the way rang loudly, he looked to his wrist and saw it was 10 o'clock. He got to the lobby as his rental pulled up. Once inside he sped off toward the church.

He arrived just 10 minutes after the door closed, the Wedding March playing. A big burley man held his hand up blocking Damian from entering.

"I am an invited guest of Marinette's. You must let me through." He held up the invitation to the man. The burly man scowled at the young man stepping to the side and let him through. Don't do anything you'll regret. Damian thought go himself. He stood in the back staying by the door mesmerized by Marinette's beauty.

"If anyone believe these two should not be wedded, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest spoke toward the audience. Damian waited when no one spoke he stepped forward.

"I object." His voice filled the room and everyone turned to him.

"Damian, why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Adrien and Mari said together.

"You invited me. Marinette, listen to me please. Don't marry him. Come home to Gotham, to Titus. You don't need a sleaze who will just hurt you every night. Seeing other women while his wonderfyl and beautiful wife sits st home waiting. Come back to me." He waited for her to say something but when she shook her head he continued. "You'd never have to worry about what I do. I'd be coming home back to you, every night, doing you right. You're the type of woman who deserves good things. Mari I just want to show you what love is. Please let me love you."

"I'm sorry, I can't. Even if does continue to do so. I'm prepared for it. Thank you Damian." She turned back around to continue the ceremony. Damian wanted to not accept it. When she wouldn't turn back to him he felt defeated. The man from outside escorted him out of the church feeling sympathetic toward him. He say on the steps outside the church.

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Marinette's mind was on Damian. He was right. I get nothing but pain and suffering. It'll be the same. Chloe knew too. What am I to do..it's too late isn't it?Adrien tapped Marinette's hand grasping her attention.

"I'm sorry can you repeat that." She gave the priest a small smile.

"Do you, Marinette take this man to be your husband?" She looked at Adrien, eyes demanding and wishful. She turned to her friends seeing the answer from them and then to the door. After another second she smiled and looked back to the priest.

"I do not." She gave both rings to Adrien and stepped down from the alter.

"I'm sorry everyone." That was all she said and ran down the isle and out the door. Chloe and Kagami followed after, then Sabine and Tom, and lastly by Luka with his son. Marinette kicked off her heels pushed open the church doors.

"Damian!" He stood up staring at her. She ran towards him jumping from the fourth step away and hugged him to her. He spun her around a bit looking down at her face. "I choose you." She kisses him deeply, holding him in place.

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Adrien stood there shocked from man. Who entered objecting and making sick claims about him. He was smug when his wife-to-be stood up for him and sent the man off. He wasn't expecting her to leave him at the alter. He stood there alone with the priest as everyone from Marinette's family left with her. He looked to his father who just sat there scowling at him, Natalie shook her head just as disappointed. They knew he was going to screw up, he knew he would, but he didn't expect her to leave him.

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A year later, Damian and Marinette lived back in Gotham in an apartment above her boutique. Mari was finishing with her last client for Christmas Eve, Damian was upstairs making dinner, getting everything ready when a call from his father came through.

"It's time Selina is about to have the baby. We're st the hospital now." Bruce had a panic tone in his voice.

"Okay dad. We'll meet you there. Just breathe with her and you won't pass out." Damian teased before hanging up. He cleaned his mess and put the food away from the heated burner, put the apron away then head down stairs with his coat.

"Babe, it's time. We got to get to the hospital." Mari was just about to lock the door when he came down.

"Oh shoot! She's a day early! I owe Dick twenty dollars now. Let me grab my coat and well leave." Damian just laughed. Only his family could get Mari to join the betting war. Mari and Damian made it to the hospital in time to meet the newest addition to the family. A little pink blanket covered in elephants filled Bruce's arms.

"Meet the newest member of our family. Emily Mari Wayne." Mari awed, took the baby from him and rocked her gently. Damian talked to his father while Mari was alone with Selina and Emily.

Emily had a tuff of black hair covering her little head, soft little pale skin. She has her moms nose and at the moment her fathers eyes. She was just so small and fitted perfectly in Mari's arms.

"She looks so much like you Selina. She's so beautiful." Marinette said handing her back to Selina. "I'll let you rest. Good night." Damian and Mari left the hospital to go home. They wee both too tired from their day of excitement to even think about dinner. They just got ready for bed and cuddled to sleep with Titus at their feet.

Christmas Day, they leave the apartment with bundles of gifts made by Mari, pastries they both made and headed to the Manor. The doctor have given clear instructions to Bruce to watch Selina and the baby for at most couple days. Emily and Selina we're sitting by the tree in Bruce's favorite chair when Mari and Damian arrived. Alfred helped Damian take the box of goodies to the dining room as Mari took the gifts to the study finding her parents waiting.

With a squeal she hugged them tight.

"When did you two get in?" Damian came in with a small laugh pressing his back against the archway by his dad watching the exchange.

"Two nights ago. We wanted it to be a surprise pumpkin." As everyone piled in around the tree, Mari stood up giving everyone their gifts from her. Bruce and Selina got matching lockets, Tom and Sabine got aprons courtesy of Damian's handy work. Alfred received a new dress shirt that if the light hits it right he can see the names of all his loved ones sewn in it. Dick got a blue and black jacket, Jason recieved a red and tan jacket, and Tim got a red and black jacket. Mari smiled wondering why they gave her a confused face and just shrugged. She knew, just hasn't told anyone yet.

Finally, Damian cleared his throat and sat Mari down by her parents and knelt down in front of them holding her hand. Dick had his phone out turning on video chat with Chloe who sat with Kagami and Luka and watched quietly.

"Mari, I've known you for a year but it feel like a life time. What I said last year I meant it. We should be together. With me and you it can be whatever you want to be. So can we make this thing ours?" He pulled the ring from his pocket a beautiful small princess cut ring. "You should let me love you let me be the one to give you everything you want and need. I'll give you good love and protection, Make me your selection let me show you the way love's supposed to be. Baby, you should let me marry you."

Her parents waited tears running down their cheeks as Mari jumped into him hugging him tightly then kissed him.

"Yes, a thousand time yes." She sat up in his lap. He slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her once more. Everyone raised their cups and shouted congratulations even the baby gave a loud giggle making everyone say awe. The adults and baby went to bed first, then the boys walked away. Damian and Mari disappeared into his old room. Everyone had planned to stayed the night at the manor until New Years so no one left.

Damian and Mari laid in his old room, he held her close to his chest and softly whispered into her head.

"Let me love you, Mari."

"Forever and Always Damian."

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heartless-error · 4 years

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Broken, not perfect, but together. - Chapter 4

Fandom: DC comics, Batman

Pairings: Jonathan Kent x Damian Wayne (JonDami) & Jason Todd x Timothy Drake (JayTim)

Rating: General, family feels, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, running away

Other(s) links: AO3

Broken.

The Batfamily was broken.

It was six years ago, and they had barely stood together since then, trying to stand up despite guilt and regret.

Damian was sure there was nothing to save, not after losing something that he didn’t know he cared about. But when a new opportunity to get back what they had lost appeared, he cannot help to doubt as his past decisions haunt him again.

If you love somebody, set them free. But you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Chapter 4

6 years ago

“Damian?” Jon asked quietly. “Are you there?”

No answer.

He didn’t expect it either, but the vague concern and suspicion that had led him fly away on a Tuesday evening to go to Gotham and see his partner increased in the back of his mind, along with his patience beginning to wear thin.

He held on the window frame and peered silently into the room. The place seemed tidy and same as ever, Damian’s things were in their right place as he liked, and drawings materials with his current notebook were placed on the table, but as if they had not been used recently. That was weird, along with the fact that everything was where it had to be except the owner of the room, who was the person he had come looking for and could not see anywhere.

This made Jon snort in exasperation. He knew Damian was here, he heard him, he felt him. He couldn’t see him, but that wasn’t necessary to find him. Robin couldn’t hide from him, not for long, and that was precisely what he had come to tell him. Because Damian had been avoiding him and thinks it’s for good reason.

Yes. These past two days he had been ignoring him, and it might not be anything, but his instincts told him otherwise, so he fly away and now is upset in front of his window, debating whether to enter or not. But he knew that if he didn’t decide quickly Batman would probably catch him and scold him again for sneaking around Gotham without permission, or worse, Alfred would.

Jon didn’t want to confront Alfred and had flown there for a reason, so taking a decision was very easy.

“I’m going in.” He warned as he entered the room and closed the window and the curtains behind him, just in case.

It was when he was inside and looking around that Jon was increasingly aware that he was here because of a very small and insignificant hunch. It had only been two days since Damian didn’t reply any texts, or calls, or give any signs of life in general. It wasn’t that long, it wasn’t even that much, he might be busy or on some mission, who knows?

But Jon was still irritated and worried. To be fair, that’s how he felt most of the time lately, because he was 13, Ktyptonian puberty was weird and he knew that wanting to talk to Damian and hear from him with such intensity wasn’t common. But he was already there, suspected something was wrong, warned before got in, had certain privileges for being his best friend and he only wanted answers. There was no turning back now.

“Damian?” He asked again as he walked into the room, searching for him and being careful not to touch anything.

As he flew there, he had been wondering how to ask him why hadn’t texted him these days, what his reasons might be, and why he cared so much. But now that Jon was there, those questions along with that part of him that had been worried and screaming in the background intensified as he confirmed part of his suspicions, realizing the unusual silence surrounding the manor, the sad atmosphere dominating the room and where Damian might actually be hiding.

Something’s happened.

He doesn’t know what, or if it’s very serious, but it’s enough for Bruce and his father to be on the phone for hours, for Clark being thoughtful and shocked after that, for break the fragile balance of the manor and for Damian to go to his usual hiding place when something went wrong.

And confirming it, makes the need to see him intensify.

Sighing and approaching the bed, he felt how the unease began to dominate him, as well as the curiosity of wanting to know what happened, how could he help and why it had affected his partner so much. It had to be bad, because it meant Damian hadn’t contacted him because of whatever had happened in Gotham.

At least it hadn’t been because of he’d been dreading internally in silence, that thing about Damian meeting a pretty, wealthy girl of his same age and status in Gotham High, more interesting and adequate than Jon and the one who Damian could end up falling in love, going to prom, marrying and running into the sunset with their countless children to live together forever as he completely forget about him and the special and unique bond they share and… Enough.

C’mon Jon, you’re not doing yourself any favor. And now it’s not the right moment, Jonathan, you have to help Damian.

So, crouching down on the side of the mattress, he grabbed the sheet and lifted it up as he peeked under it.

There were two pairs of green eyes in the darkness under the bed, and only one of them looked at him while the other remained fixed on nothing.

“Dami.” He called him softly.

Whatever has happened has to be big or emotionally conflictive, because Damian only chooses to take refuge under his bed when he has big breakdowns. And right now, seeing how the current Robin is lying on his back on the ground, in silence, without any expression, looking at nothing in the dark and holding his cat on his chest without strength, it was clear that he was fighting with himself more than usual.

“I’m going down there with you, okay?” He said kindly as before.

If he didn’t want it that way, didn’t show any of it. He just stayed just quiet and still as Jon slid under the mattress and lay down, enough close to him so their shoulders brushed.

He wondered if his lack of reaction was because he was too deep in his own head to deny him the entry or because his best friend privileges allowed him to be there. Whatever, he knew Damian was well aware of his presence no matter how much he didn’t show it.

The floor was clean, not cozy but this particular hideaway was always kept pretty decent. Damian never told him in detail, but he knew the reason he tended to hide here or in other tight places when was sad is because made him feel safe in a certain way. During his time in the league, he might have been treated like a prince, but should always be on guard, watching for his surroundings and ready to fight. But if he locked himself in a small place where no one could reach him, he had a moment of solitude and peace, because nobody could attack behind his back nor take him by surprise, he had the control and the security of being vulnerable for a single moment.

It’s also because once, after arguing with Tim over any nonsense that would affect him too much, he hid there. When the third Robin went looking for him he pretended not to find him, and Damian ended up sleeping. When he woke up a while later, he was in bed, tucked up and Tim sleeping next to him. They didn’t speak about it or apologize later, but they didn’t need to.

However, unlike them, Jon need to speak with him now. To know what happened and why of his reaction. As much as the silent support he was used to give him was there, he feared that this time it wouldn’t be enough.

He always feared not to be enough for Damian.

After a few minutes of silence between them, Jon slowly raised his hand to caress Alfred the cat, who had not moved from his place or taken his eyes off him since he joined them, as if wondering what he was doing there, despite being used to his presence.

However, while he was debating how to start the conversation -or whether to start it-, like a good cat he was, Alfred sniffed his hand, allowed him to pet him twice and then got tired, meowed in protest and quickly get off from Damian’s chest to ran away.

Jon didn’t know if apologize to the cat for bothering him or to apologize to Damian for taking away the comfort his pet gave him. But instead he said nothing and lowered his hand again in disappointment, still unsure what to do.

Damian still didn’t react, didn’t even seem sad for the cat’s disappearance, and his concern increased. But when he lowered his hand Jon could feel the touch of his, warm and close, so close, and easy to grab for comfort and to show him that he was still by his side. Would it be okay? How far he could press his luck today?

He was doubting again, almost panicking, when Damian’s voice finally broke the silence, revealing the cause of the entire disaster.

“Todd and Drake are dating.”

He said it in a monotonous and indifferent tone, which was clearly feigned. And at the revelation of that information, Jon tilted his head to stare at him, frowning but not saying anything now that Damian had begun to speak.

“We found out two nights ago, nobody liked it.” He continued, still in that cold and analytical tone. “Grayson and Father argued with them in the cave. Drake ended up crying.”

Jon frowned further and felt Damian’s hand shake lightly, as if he was holding back to clench his fist. He couldn’t blame him, Tim tends a lot to hold back his emotional responses and hide them carefully, everyone knows he has to be very affected and shaken to break like that. He doesn’t want to know what kinds of things could have been said in that fight to make Tim reach that limit, but the expectation causes him an agonizing and alarming discomfort.

“They want them to break up.” Damian said. “Because it’s dangerous, risky and irresponsible.”

This time was Jon who clenched his fist, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

It was common knowledge that bats were very competent as detectives, they could catch rapist, drug dealers or killers with four clues or less. But when it comes to feelings, emotions, or relationships… Well, they had too many secrets, too many risks, and they are too compromised to the crusade to risk anything. They could even saw close friendships as dangerous in punctual moments.

However, Tim and Jason were an even bigger complication, and now he was starting to understand Damian’s conflicts and why he was like this. Because not only was Tim’s civil identity as CEO of WE added to the above, if not also the fact that both had strayed too far from the family -or at least from Bruce- in recent years. The relationship was tense and although he didn’t know the details, resentment was palpable in their interactions, you could tell Batman didn’t like the “Red team” and even Jon was aware that the only reason they put a feet on the manor were Damian, Alfred and Batcow.

Damian, who knew everything now, who had heard the fight and the same cruel words as them, who loved Tim and Jason as brothers more than ever since he started growing up by their side.

Damian, who couldn’t be agreed with those statements because, with him, he knew how happy Tim and Jason could be together.

“They can’t do that.” Jon answered, sighing uneasily. “They’ve been dating for three years already.”

Finally, that was what made Damian look away from the mattress to him, their faces too close, but his eyes sparkling with curiosity and reproach. Silently asking how he knew such detail.

Jon hesitated, not knowing how to answer properly. It had been obvious to him, with the flirting, the looks, the stolen sweatshirts, the shared safe houses, and the close and angry surveillance Kon kept on Hood sometimes. But he chose to say the more obvious and important reason to him.

“I know how a heart in love sounds like.” He replied, looking at the other intently.

Yes, he knew it. Learning to control his super-hearing had helped him to identify those kinds of things over time. And he learned to say what was behind the hearts that skipped a beat when seeing that person, behind those that beat fast when being too close or those who rumbled with strength and vigor just by being together.

He knew it because it was how his and Damian’s had always sounded.

And for a moment they said nothing, they were quiet again, looking at each other in the dim darkness, in their hiding place. Too much to say, too much to feel, too much to talk about. Jon swallowed hard and Damian shuddered in his position.

“They said it’s dangerous… Because Todd tried to kill Drake.” Damian ended up saying, lowering his voice and showing more uncertainty in his tone this time. “Because he was a killer, he was a criminal. And they can’t trust him.”

And there, there, there was the real problem.

The real reason Damian was in that state, hiding under his bed and not wanting to see anyone, not wanting to see him.

Because Jason was a killer, he was a criminal and he tried to kill Tim, just like Damian. And Tim was the youngest prodigy son, estranged, but good at what he does and seen as vulnerable by the other, just like him.

And if Bruce, Dick, and even his own father comforting Bruce on the phone, all those who Damian admired and believed couldn’t trust Jason, couldn’t give him a chance despite knowing he had reformed, he had changed, he had grown up and he loved Tim…

What will they say about them?

Jon immediately moved his hand to grab Damian’s tightly, forgetting his previous doubts and fears, even those of weeks ago, and feeling the discomfort sink his chest.

None of that indicated that they were going to react in the same way to them, it’s different but at the same time there were similarities, the words that were spoken in the cave had to be harsh and the thought of Clark talking to Bruce on the phone as if someone had dead instead Tim and Jason dating made him want to throw up.

“They think he’s going to hurt him.” Damian didn’t grab his hand back, he just said that looking at him still unsure and worried. “That he’s not appropriate, that they are better apart.”

Jon wanted to scream. Because he knew Damian wasn’t just talking about Jason, and people thinking that about him, just like Damian believing that about himself, made him angry, it hurts.

“Do you think that too?” He asked with a lump in his throat.

Damian’s hand trembled in his, indecisively. They still hadn’t taken their eyes off each other.

“No.” He answered then, completely sure. As if he didn’t have to ask anyone to find out the answer, and he didn’t. “I know he would rather die again than hurt him, and I know he will fight whatever it takes to be by his side, whether he’s worthy or not.”

The grip on his hand was returned, much stronger and secure than ever. His green eyes shining with determination and courage, saying things that couldn’t yet in words, their hearts beating strongly together again.

“That’s love.” Jon said, almost without breath.

“It is.” Damian replied, lacing their fingers.

Needless to say, they weren’t just talking about Tim and Jason.

#myfic #jaytim #jondami #damijon #timjay #tim drake #jason todd #jon kent #jonathan kent #damian wayne #red hood #red robin #superboy #robin #supersons

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WHO: Dick Grayson @amazingflyingdick & Slade Wilson @terminator-deathstroke ; mentions of Damian Wayne @sonofabct WHERE: A random alley WHEN: October 16th, 2020 WHAT: Dick waits for Slade when he sees his bike parked outside Rose and Joey’s apartment

SLADE: Slade hadn’t heard from Dick since the incident with NOVA. But then... he didn’t expect to. After what he had done, he knew Dick would be too moralistic to want him again. Why shouldn’t he be? It was who he was, he had claimed. Even if Slade knew him better. Knew him deeper. He would be lucky if he ever saw Dick again in any other capacity besides staring at him from the end of his own blade. Maybe this was what it took.

But this time... it hurt. Slade was surprised by that part. But then... maybe he wasn’t. After all, Dick had coaxed vulnerability from Slade. Honesty that had peeled off his thick hide to leave the underbelly exposed. He had known that it would be rented by claws Dick couldn’t help but swipe after what had happened, but he couldn’t slow the bleeding as well as he’d thought.

The strongest of his kids had always been his Rosie. His little girl who stared back at him in mirror image. His hair. His eye. His anger and his skills. She was always going to be like him and nothing he could have done would have stopped it. And right now he was grateful, because it meant there was someone with whom to have conversations of nearly monosyllabic sentences as he worked through what the fuck this strangeness was.

He had had a good amount to drink, which means he’d be drunk for maybe ten minutes before he had to start again. And the ‘drunk’ he was just just enough to numb the pain, not even dull him or make him act stupid. Might be nice to blackout, but his metabolism wasn’t having it. So he made his way down the road, intent on his bike concealed nearby.

DICK: The events at NOVA at everything that happened since left Dick feeling lost and confused. He was oddly quiet, unwilling to discuss what had happened at the facility aside from the lackluster explanation of the events he'd given to Steve. The thought of facing Bruce and telling him about that conversation was enough to make him nauseous. It wasn't something he wanted to relive, especially not with Bruce's emotionless stare and inscrutable expression. Maybe he wouldn't have said anything, but he wouldn't have to. Dick knew what he would have been thinking. For that reason, he was relieved Steve destroyed the surveillance.

But Bruce wasn't wrong. That was the hardest part. Everyone had been right all along when they told him that this was a bad idea. Now, he couldn't decide if he felt guilty for having done it or because he didn't regret doing it. The varying emotions left him bewildered and sick. He had no idea what to do and there wasn't anyone who would tell him. Well, there was, but he already knew what their answers would be. Maybe it was time for him to listen.

As the days passed, he felt worse, not better, and talked even less. He spent most of his time in his room just to avoid interaction. His brothers provided brief respite and provided silent support. He was grateful they weren’t intrusive in their efforts. Concerned stares were too much for him. He knew what they were all thinking. It was convoluted and messed up and he just wanted to stop dwelling on it. Unfortunately, without patrol, there was nothing to keep his mind occupied; Dick had nothing but time on his hands. When he hooked on Sasha's leash, he didn't have any intention to go anywhere in particular. He walked the usual route route, one that brought him around to Joey's place. He knew he shared the apartment with Rose and definitely knew better than to stop, but there was a familiar weight on his chest as he walked by, gently tugging on Sasha's leash so she wouldn't get too close. It wasn't until he made the turn down an alley, half-hidden by an overhang, that he caught sight of Slade's bike. No one else would have seen it, but Dick was trained to notice tucked away hiding places. After so many years spent tracking Slade, he'd practically made it a habit.

For a few seconds he just stood there, struggling against two juxtaposing voices in his head. Finally he sighed and sat on the curb next to it, winding Sasha's leash around his hand and gently pulling her to stand between his knees.

It was a while before he heard footsteps approaching. When he saw Slade turn the corner, his heart suddenly felt as if it were in his throat even though his voice was calm and quiet. "Hey."

SLADE: He hadn’t expected to hear Dick’s voice. Hadn’t expected to find him waiting at the bike. And further, it was as Dick, not Nightwing. Slade took a breath, hands disappearing into the pockets of his leather jacket. “You go out of your way to find me?” He asked. “Or am I meant to believe this is happenstance?”

Looking down at the dog, Slade reached out to touch her head. He wondered if she would smell Roscoe on him. He hadn’t meant to get a fucking dog. He hadn’t even wanted on. But then he had passed by a shelter proclaiming puppies and he had remember Dick’s fucking dog. Billy had mocked him for hours when he found out a Slade had come out with a dog only a little more than two months old. Fucking thing. If anything, Grant likes Roscoe, and then dog had warmed his bed for the past few days.

DICK: Dick studied Slade with a small frown, his gaze scrutinizing, but the question made him blink. He looked away, scraping the leash with his thumbnail idly. "Saw your bike," he finally said. Did it matter? He'd sat down and waited for him. He wanted to see him and maybe that was stupid. No, scratch that, it was definitely stupid.

Sasha was especially interested in sniffing Slade. Dick's grip on the leash loosened so she'd have more slack. All of the things he'd thought about saying once Slade showed up suddenly seemed insignificant or misplaced. "You've been drinking. You shouldn't drive." That probably ranked as one of the top five dumbest things he'd ever said, but it was the first thought that popped in his head that he knew he wouldn't regret.

SLADE: Slade dropped down to one knee to all Sasha to smell him—and Roscoe—as he listened to Dick. When he chastised him for alcohol, he raised a brow. “Who said I was drunk, Smokey Bear?” He asked. “Should I be sure to prevent fuckin’ forest fires, too?” He was hardly drunk anyway. Just enough. Though, not enough to be seeing his little bird.

“What do you want, Dick?” He asked him as he finally stopped petting Sasha and pushed back to his feet. His arms crossed over his broad chest. “I haven’t seen you in over a week. And you made it pretty clear what ground we stood on that night.”

DICK: The more Slade spoke, the more certain Dick felt that this had been a mistake. His grip on the leash tightened until it was cutting into the side of his palm. "Don't be an asshole." That he could stand there and talk to him normally, or even as if Dick had been the one to upend their lives, pissed him off.

"What do I want?" He didn't even know what to say to that. "Actually, come to think of it, pretty sure I left my favorite floss at your place." He stood up, coaxing Sasha back to his side. "Forget it," he added tersely, moving past him and toward the sidewalk. "I shouldn't be here."

SLADE: As Dick moved to pass him, Slade’s hand lifted to catch his bicep, tightening there. “Come on, kid,” he said quietly. His grip was tight but somehow gentle. “Either you hate me or you don’t. I can’t play the games.” He didn’t want to play the games. It was all too weird for him that he was even so fucked up about it as he was. But Dick was right there and Slade didn’t want him going anywhere. Maybe that was what was wrong with this picture, but here it was.

DICK: Dick stopped when Slade caught his arm. Startled, he looked up at him with a confused scowl. "I never said I hated you. I'm the one one playing games? Are you serious? You kept secrets from me. I walked in on a bloodbath, my entire family is in chaos now, and because I have the audacity to be upset about it, you think I'm playing games? Everything is fucked."

SLADE: “Why else would you wait by my bike, Dick? You hoping I’m going to apologize? I won’t. I sent a fucking message.” He shook his head, eye fierce. “I did what your family wouldn’t and retaliated. I’m protecting you.”

DICK: "I wasn't waiting by your bike looking to mess with your head. I don't do that." Dick snapped. "And I don't need your protection. I don't want your protection, because, full offense, you're terrible at protecting people. That’s why you left the first time, and look where that got us. Do you think this is any better?"

SLADE: “My protection comes with the package, Dick,” Slade said. “And don’t you think I noticed that I didn’t see you for ten fucking years and then I’m with you a few months and you got shot in the head. I’d laugh if it wasn’t so fucked up.” He shook his head, watching the other. “You need all the protection you can get. And you need to understand that I am Deathstroke. I love you, Grayson, but I’m never going to be one of your little fiancées or the fucking mutant.”

He paused, meeting Dick’s eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “You know what I am, and you chose me anyway.”

DICK: "It had nothing to do with you. If it were actually NOVA behind it, then it was for something I did." If anything, Slade being associated with him should have discouraged NOVA from doing what they did. Dick's eyes narrowed, and he scoffed angrily at the mention of his ex-fiancés and Josh. "Don't you think I know that? I'm not an idiot. I know what I chose and I know who I chose."

He paused, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a slow breath. "I don't want it to be like this. I don't." Some of the anger was fading quickly, even though he was trying to hold onto the resolve. "I wasn't expecting you to apologize," he finally whispered. "I just... I wanted to see you." The admission brought his attention straight back to the twisted feeling in his chest. "I miss you."

SLADE: Slade softened the moment Dick spoke those words. He missed Dick, too. Of course he did. How could he not when the pair of them would be so well suited and were when Dick didn’t have his head up Batman’s ass.

Reaching out, Slade caught Dick’s chin, tilting his face up. “I’ve been right here, little bird. Same spot I always am.”

DICK: Dick winced, holding his breath as he took a moment to respond. It was impossible to hide how devastated he felt and he shook his head, his eyes clouded over. "No, you haven't been. You left. Then you kept secrets. I’m the one who stayed and adapted to you, because I wanted you so badly that I was willing to give some things up. Marriage. A family. I even..." He trailed. His throat felt tight. "I've even thought about giving up Nightwing. And maybe it was naïve to think that you'd do the same. But I'm just supposed to accept that you're Deathstroke and Deathstroke does things like this, isn't that right? I know better than anyone what Deathstroke does, so I'm pretty sure I belong in a cell in Arkham right next to him. I can't keep bending to this without losing everything, including myself. I need something from you, even if it's just meeting me in the middle, or I need to walk away."

It was the first time he'd asserted himself or outright asked Slade for anything. Part of him had been walking on eggshells until now, out of fear that he'd run him off, but at this point he had nothing to lose. "So what’s it going to be?"

SLADE: "I didn't ask you to give up Nightwing, Dick." And he never would. As for Marriage and a family... Slade didn't honestly think that Dick wanted those things. If he wanted them, he'd have them. He could have married any of the three women on whose finger he put a ring. Slade was out of the picture for the most part at that point. If he'd wanted babies, he'd have them. He had all but cut his jobs completely when Dick had asked him to, but he was never going to sit idly by and not work at all. Still... He was in love with Dick. And it stood to reason that Dick would ask something of him. He didn't want to destroy everything in Dick's life so he could change nothing.

"What'd your ideal?" He asked. "If I give you the parameters of: I'm not going to stop working, what would you ask me for?" Because he had kept jobs out of Star City, just as Dick had asked him to do. He wasn't completely incapable of change. He just needed to know what they were talking about. "I wouldn't change anything about you, Dick," he added. "So you don't have to stop being Nightwing. That's your job."

DICK: "I know." Slade hadn't asked him to give up anything. It didn't mean that being with him meant he wouldn't be required to make sacrifices, at least if he wanted to maintain his sanity, and Dick wasn't resentful about the choices he’d made. What held him back from committing to Kory and Babs had everything to do with the fact that part of him hadn't moved on. He had loved both of them, he would never deny that, but he'd never been able to give himself over fully, no matter how badly he'd wanted to.

It sent a wave of guilt through him when Slade pointed out that he wouldn't change him. Was that what he was doing? Maybe it was wrong, all of it, because suddenly it didn't seem fair. Dick never considered that he could be challenging who he was by asking him to change his method. Was that a fundamental part of him? He always believed that Slade did what he did because he wanted the money, not because he believed in it, and he didn't want Slade to change his belief system or values - even if his own were the complete opposite. Was that how he would interpret it? "I wouldn't ask you to give up Deathstroke. Just that you target real criminals, people committing injustices or considered evil. If I asked you to do that, will you think that's what I'm doing? Asking you to change who you are? Because I won't do that." Rejecting how Slade operated was one thing, but he wasn't comfortable if it came off to Slade that he was rejecting him.

SLADE: Slade looked at Dick. He thought that was complicated. It wasn't necessarily unfair... were Slade a moral person. He wasn't. Or rather... his morals were not the same as others. But he hadn't mentioned that he wouldn't change Dick as an attack. He just meant it on its own. Separate from Deathstroke. He had meant it as an argument not to have him drop Nightwing for seemingly no reason--to Slade, at least. He didn't care where his money came from as long as it came. It wasn't that he had an aversion to not killing random people. It just... was never that simple. "You want me to be like your brother," he said simply. "Trouble is... I don't have Wayne's standards. When you start trying to decide who lives and who dies based on who's "good", aren't you just playing God at that point? Not that I'm a pious man, but you're trusting my morality, Dick?"

It was a legitimate question. Who the fuck was supposed to vet his jobs for him when he and billy had been doing this all so long that it was basically like asking two death row inmates who was good and evil. The black and white of it all was just as hypocritical to him as taking a stand against order. People with those kinds of stances confused him. Slade had never claimed to have the authority to choose one or the other. It was all just down to who he, personally, would accept as a contract.

"This is all stemming off of blowing out NOVA," he continued, admittedly confused as to what he was supposed to be. "Are they not "evil'? What's your point of comparison? Am I evil?"

DICK: It wasn't that Dick agreed with what Jason did, because he didn't, but he could reconcile with it. He didn't have to stretch to compromise to it. When they did work together, Jason didn't kill people. He respected Dick's morals enough to put that aside, at least temporarily, although some deadly force had been used against the Bratva when they’d fought inside the jail. "I don't know that there is a God," he said quietly, shrugging his shoulders. "But taking someone’s life is always playing God, whether it's for money or morals. At least the second is more justified in its reasoning. Sometimes you're taking a life to save a life." Was it something Dick agreed with? Of course not.

"You're not evil," he said quietly, his expression troubled. "But that doesn't mean you don't do evil things." That wasn't something he was going to absolve him of. "Some agents are, yeah, but was every person you cut down in that building evil? No, I don't think so." He'd worked there. Undercover, sure, but long enough to see that not all of the employees were there with nefarious intentions. The receptionist, for one. She just answered phones and collected a paycheck. There was no such thing as evil by association. People had their reasons.

"I don't know what your definitions are, Slade," he said quietly. "It's subjective, isn't it? Maybe it isn't who you target that makes the difference, but why you made the choice. You were protecting me." He paused. "But what did the college intern who fetched coffee do to me? Nothing."

SLADE: "There isn't. Or if there is, He just hangs out in the sky." The only gods he knew about for sure were the Norse and the Olympians. He'd seen the former here in Star City and he'd met the latter on a mission. "But the concept remains." He shook his head. He didn't agree that morals and money were different, because they were both arbitrary to him. Money, at least, got him more luxury. More things to continue his skills. But there was no point picking apart everything Dick said, and he didn't want to be unnecessarily combative.

He shook his head. "Evil by your standards," he responded. "Pragmatic by others, and useful by still others." He wondered when Dick, and by extension Bruce Wayne, had decided that they knew better than everyone else in the world. "Nazis are still Nazis even if they were 'just following orders', aren't they? Someone in that group made the call to have you shot, someone else picked the team, still someone else outfitted them, and then someone drove the truck. Talking, choosing names from a page, building something, and driving. All seemingly innocuous. And yet every action ended with you almost dying. It's that simple to me, Dick."

There was no world in which he was going to feel sorry for any person in that building. If there were, he wouldn't have done it. He loved Dick, and he had done it for him in spite of knowing it might destroy them. It was done. And he'd do it again if it were necessary. "It wasn't a job for me. And if it had been dealt with sooner by the pacifists in your group, we wouldn't have needed to do it. But even Damian agreed that there's been a lot of sitting around while people are getting snatched. I don't care about them. Not really." He was just being honest. "But I do care about you. Have this whole time."

DICK: "If there's no God, then the concept is meaningless." Regardless, Dick never felt as if he had the right to take a life. It wasn't for him to judge. Jason made those calls. He didn't feel comfortable outlining the circumstances for Slade, because that made him responsible for the choices he would ultimately make. He would trust him to be logical about it and not kill someone for running a red light. And he wanted to trust that he wouldn't focus on finding loopholes in Dick's request.

He sighed heavily. There were obviously arguments to make on both sides. That was the whole point. Evil was subjective and he wasn't trying to reach an agreement on the definition of it. "I'm not making the standards. It's for you to judge, not me. I'm not telling you who to kill and who not to kill. You've operated like this before, it's not a completely unfathomable concept to you, and I don't expect us to always agree. But I'm not going to be hovering over your shoulder. I understand why you did what you did, I do, even if I don't agree with it. I just wish you hadn't involved my family. I know Damian makes his own choices, but... that can't happen again, Slade. It can't. And you can't keep things from me, either. That's the same as lying." That was exactly why he hadn't expected a move like that from Slade. He hadn't believed he would seek vengeance for his sake. Why should he? NOVA as an agency was far-reaching. They didn't know for sure who was involved in his shooting, even though he knew Tim was close to an answer. "I know," he finally said softly, stepping back and leaning against the brick. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest. At this point he was reading Slade's response as an unequivocal no, because he definitely hadn't said yes. Sasha made a whining nose and stuck her nose against his knee, but Dick's gaze stayed focused on the sidewalk. "So now that this is... done, does this mean our original agreement is off? Are you going to to be taking hits in the city?"

SLADE: "You'll have to speak to Damian about that. Though he would do well with me. If any of you would let him live to his potential, I could help him a great deal." He didn't even to postulate it. He knew that was true. However, he shook his head. "But I don't care if I train him or not. Though I'm better that Jason. Even if he'd throw a fit about it, I'm better than he is. I could train him better." He shrugged. "Plus... I knew his mother. Know what he'd be best at." But they'd never let him be what he needed to be. So it was moot anyway. It was a fucking waste.

He shook his head. "I haven't taken a single job since I promised you I wouldn't," he said. "I gave you my word." Dick should know what that meant to him. "NOVA wasn't a fucking job. They had it coming. Even if death means nothing here anyway." He shook his head. Slade didn't know how to live his life based on Dick's arbitrary standards, but he guessed he was going to have to try. He'd never done that before--lived for someone else. It was his problem in his fatherhood and his time as a husband. He had lived by his own code. It was what defined him. Now he was going to choose Dick over his own instincts. He just hoped it didn't bite him in the ass.

Shrugging, he ran a hand over his face. "Any other conditions?" He asked. "Get 'em while they're hot." He was a brusque person by nature, and he was going to have to take some time to adjust to this. To figure out what the fuck he was going to do with it. But this fucking kid... He loved this fucking kid. He'd just nuked a government agency for him, for all the lack of appreciation it earned him. He was obviously choosing whatever path he had to.

DICK: "If that's what Damian wants, then..." Dick trailed, shrugging. He couldn't do anything if Damian chose a different future for himself. "I want him to make his own way, his own decisions, but it has to be his choice. Just his. Don't act like you encouraging him to take the complete opposite path is any better. He should be able choose for himself." As upsetting as he was, he didn't want Damian to live the way he did. Every decision Dick made was filtered through a lens of what Bruce would think about it. As often as he tried to be his own person, break away from Batman's strict code of morality, sometimes the guilt in doing so was crushing. He was still trying to understand himself. Maybe Damian was struggling too. His goal had been to give him an idea of what Robin was like. So Dick might have taught him different morals, but at the end of the day, it was Damian who got to decide what type of man he wanted to be.

Frowning, he shook his head. He was about to explain what he meant, that Slade wouldn't be bound to keeping his word if they weren't continuing whatever it was they were, but he couldn't bring himself to actually say the words aloud. Watching him walk away had been difficult enough. Dick hadn't said goodbye then, even though he'd been furious, and he dreaded having to say it at all. Something told him that it wouldn't be easy.

He was pondering the conundrum when he heard Slade’s question. Startled, he looked up at him quickly, his brow furrowing. "...Really?" The relief in his expression was clear, even if part of him knew it might make him a bit naïve, and he hoped Slade wouldn’t come to resent him for this. "Um..." Dick pretended to think about it. "One more thing, super important - you let me store Lucky Charms at your house."

SLADE: “That’s just it, Dick,” he responded. “I didn’t encourage anything. All I did was point out that he looked angry. That I was going to do something about it. He wanted in.” There was this perception that he had somehow coerced the youngest. Were they all so blind to the fact that Damian wasn’t the boy they thought he was? Maybe they just found it more palatable that way.

“I already said I was in this, before. I’m not going back on it now. No use when you get me all irrational.”

As he asked about the cereal, Slade paused. “You’re really pushing with that fuckin candy food, Dick.”

DICK: Dick hated the sinking feeling that gave him. It came as little surprise to hear it from Slade, but it was confirmation of something he’d already suspected. He was an idealist, but he was far from stupid. “I know.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, his shoulders slumping. “He did a lot on his own. Before this.” And that had been during their time in Alaska. That wasn’t something he could put on Slade, or even wanted to.

The teasing smirk was quickly replaced with a look of innocent disappointment. “No? I could give you another week to think about it.”

SLADE: "He's an Al Ghul," he said with a shrug. As if that explained it. As if there was nothing more to say. Because to Slade, there wasn't. They had been ruining that kid for ages now. "He's always going to be one."

Furrowing a brow, he gave a snort. "The cereal's the breaking point?" he asked. "What a strong foundation we have."

DICK: “That doesn’t mean it’s all he’s good at,” Dick insisted stubbornly, unwilling to believe that someone could ever be fated to such things just because of blood. “He’s just as much a Wayne.” Even as he said it, he wasn’t sure it was much better. It wasn’t as if he would ever want Damian to be Bruce.

Laughing, he gave a slow shrug. “I have priorities.” Some of the tension in his body was fading the longer they stayed standing there, talking, because it meant Slade wanted this badly enough to still be there. At the very least, he wanted to try.

SLADE: "Maybe. But it's not what he gravitates toward. All kids have something they're good at." He shook his head. "Maybe this is what Damian is good at. You can't keep forcing it." Lifting a shoulder, he added, "My daughter wanted to be me. She screamed about not wanting to live in my shadow and then wore my outfit, cut out her eye, learned my fighting style. Even after I had pushed her to you for the final time after Titans East, she still wanted to be like me. No matter how much I beat her up or screamed at her, she was who she was going to be." Kids just did that.

"Like diabetes?" He asked wryly. "You're not a metahuman. What happens when your metabolism slows down, you little menace?" It was easier to make jokes now that he thought Dick might actually want to see him again, though he would have figured out how to make them regardless.

DICK: "I'm not forcing it," Dick said tiredly. He didn't want to force Damian to do anything. All he ever wanted was to give him options. For years he'd been told that he couldn't be anything else but a killer. If this were going to be Damian's path, then he wanted him to choose it because he wanted to do it, not because he thought he wasn't good enough for anything else. That was the difference. "I told you, it's his choice. Rose is doing her own thing now, too, isn't she? She didn't follow in your footsteps." Not completely. From what he'd heard, Rose’s methods sounded similar to Jason’s.

He laughed, unconcerned. "At least I can enjoy the time I have left. Age gracefully into my midlife crisis." Slade's metabolism made it impossible for him to stay drunk, Dick knew that from experience, so he knew it was safe for him to drive home now. It was likely fine at the start of their conversation, too, but it was better to be safe than sorry. "Didn't mean to hold you up."

SLADE: "You didn't," he said simply, reaching out to catch Dick's chin and lift it so he could meet his eyes. "But are we done here? Or are you going to text me tonight?" What did this little foray mean? He didn't care to dwell on Damian or Rose right now. This was about him and Dick. He had anticipated that the other would leave him. Was he right? Or was this going to actually blow over? Would Dick always resent him for what he had done? Did that matter to Slade?

DICK: Dick looked up at Slade silently for a few seconds, thoughtful, but then he smiled. "Keep your phone on you. You might get lucky." It was hard not to kiss him, because he wanted to, but he knew he'd get caught up in it if he did. Later he planned on stopping to the manor to check on Damian; the last thing he wanted to do was get sidetracked.

SLADE: Slade bit his lip as he watched the other. He was thinking the same thing as he watched the other. He took a step closer, opening the invitation. If Dick wanted to take it, he'd let him. If he didn't, then Slade would get it, even if he mentioned that he should keep his phone. There was still some uncertainty. Who knew what was going on in Dick's head?

DICK: It was instinctive for Dick to move forward at the same time, meeting him, and one of his hands lifted to the front of Slade’s arm. There was a brief pause after Dick leaned up while he studied him, silent, and then he turned his head and pressed his lips against Slade’s cheek. It would have been an innocent gesture if he hadn't lingered. The smile was back by the time he pulled away. Dick stepped back, wrapping the leash more around his hand. "See you soon," he said with a wink, and whistled for Sasha.

SLADE: Slade's hand barely had time to go for Dick's waist before he had pulled back. That was a tease if he had ever seen one. Or maybe it was a promise. He wasn't sure. However, Slade would admit that Dick had managed to surprise him again. After that run-in at the NOVA headquarters, he had been certain he would never see Dick again. He shook his head. "I'm going to get you for that, little bird," he told him gently, but ultimately let him go.

DICK: "Maybe you will, maybe you won't," Dick teased, flashing Slade a grin as he led his dog out of the alley. There were some things he had to do that night, not least of all go to the manor and process what he'd talked about with Slade. He couldn't ignore that this set them back, but it made it no less true that he'd missed him.

#slade/dick #c: terminator-deathstroke #c: discord #dick grayson #slade wilson

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 4 years

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To Think Your Soul Isn’t Already Magical - fic

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Summary: Dick’s heard too much lately about Damian selling his soul. He doesn’t like it, not one bit. A/N: Based off of Tom King’s characterization in his Batman run of Damian constantly threatening/actually selling his soul. I feel like that’d upset at least one person in the family. A hopeful future of no more Ric Grayson. Writing hasn’t been a priority lately so sorry it sucks.

He doesn’t know why he thought about it. Or, rather, why when he thought about it this time, the thought remained, lurking in his brain, picking at his heart.

Was it because of what Bruce has said so many times, about those visions he’s had? The future the world tells them is set in stone? Was it because of the constant attitude, or snarkiness? Was it that he so often pushed people away?

Or was it that moment in the desert, a few months prior? That conversation with Superman, where he exposed how smart he was, how slick and clever and downright conniving?

Or was it because their lives were hell? Because he adored him more than he could ever describe, or would do far more for him than he’d ever dare admit out loud?

It stuck in his mind this time, this thought. This possibility. And he found himself standing in the gate of the garden, watching his younger brother across the field, because of it.

Tim had said while he was gone, while he was Ric, Damian had brought it up again. Damian had actually done it this time, and Dick didn’t quite know why that hurt so much to think about.

“…Grayson?” Damian called, noticing him in the gateway. Titus, who was frolicking around him, jogged up to his side. Dick blinked and smiled at him, giving him a wave. “What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see my kid brother.” Dick offered as he moved forward. “Is that a crime?”

“Depends on which brother.” Damian smirked, petting Titus’s head. “How’s Bludhaven?”

“Fine.” Dick hummed. “How’s Gotham?”

“As depressing as ever.” Damian sighed. “But Father actually went to a museum with me last weekend so…not too bad.”

“He gets a gold star.” Dick laughed, ruffling Damian’s hair. Damian laughed too, leaning down to kiss Titus’s head. Dick watched him a moment, felt his smile fading. “…Hey, Dames?”

Damian glanced up at him.

“Can we…talk?”

Damian’s own jovial mood dropped instantly. “Of course.” He nodded. “Something wrong?”

“Not…really.” Dick trailed off, leading Damian back to the short deck attached to the manor with a hand on his back. Damian quirked his eyebrow, but said nothing, calmly sitting in one of the deck chairs. Dick sat in the one next to him and sighed. Clasped his hands together and stared at the fist they made.

“Damian, I…” And he found he didn’t know how to start. “How much do you know about magic?”

Damian shrugged. “Enough for it to be useful.”

“…Enough to sell your soul?”

Damian thought for a moment, then shrugged again.

“You mentioned it to Clark, when we were looking for your parents.” Dick continued. “And I heard you claimed to have actually done it once, to get Klarion’s wand to defeat Gotham Girl.”

“So?”

“So you know what happens when you do that?” Dick pushed. Damian just stared at him. “You’re taken from us.”

“I’m…not seeing your point?” Damian tilted his head apologetically. “Or why you seem so distraught about it.”

“And that probably makes it worse.” Dick snorted bitterly. He stared at his hands again then looked up. “Damian, do you still not understand how much we don’t want that? We don’t want you taken away from us. Not ever.”

Damian remained silent.

“Damian, I love you. We love you. All of us. Yes, even Tim.” Dick added before Damian could make that joke. “And the idea that you would want to sell your soul to…to get to us, protect us, save us is…painful.”

Damian watched him for a moment. Then quietly, thoughtfully, honestly, he asked:

“Why?”

“Because losing you is the worst thing I can imagine.” Dick cried, almost hysterically. “God, Damian, you already died once protecting me. Do you think I could handle it again? And through something like selling your damn soul?”

Once again, Damian said nothing.

“And do you think your dad wants that either? Or Jason? Or Jon? That any of them would want you to sell your soul for them either? Lose you in the process of being saved? Lose you at all?” Dick whined.

Damian looked down, head bowed like he was in trouble. And Dick realized he was all but shouting at the kid.

“I just…Promise me, kiddo. Please.” Dick whispered, reaching out to take Damian’s hand. Damian looked up at him with childish eyes. “Promise me you won’t use dangerous magic for us. That you won’t sell your soul for any reason, or let some wizard or demon or whatever take you from us. No matter what.”

“Not even if it’d save your li-”

“No.” Dick squeezed Damian’s hand, harshly. “Matter. What.”

Damian furrowed his brows, seemingly confused.

Dick smiled sadly. “And I know you love us too, Damian, and that you’re a good person. The best person.” He reached his free hand up to hold Damian’s face. To force Damian to look him in the eye as he said, “But we are not worth you. Not me. Not Cass. Not Gotham. Not the planet. Not even Bruce. Not ever.”

Damian just stared at him with big, soulful eyes that he was far too young to have. Didn’t offer an opinion, or rebuke. No real emotion. Just stared.

“…Make sense?” Dick asked after a moment.

Now Damian frowned. “No.”

Dick snorted a laugh. “Do it for me anyway?”

Damian pursed his lips. “I’ll…consider it.” He sighed. Dick dropped his hand from his face, but kept his other hand wrapped tightly around Damian’s. “It just means now I have to find a new way to save your sorry asses when I need to.”

“As long as you stay alive and with us in the process, knock yourself out.” Dick grinned. “But can I take you out for ice cream before you fall into your new studies about saving the world?”

Damian smirked. “I suppose I can allow that.”

“Good. Because I probably would have just kidnapped you if you said no.” Dick laughed as he stood, tugging Damian up with the hand he refused to let go.

Damian didn’t try to pull away either.

They walked silently across the yard, Titus trotting behind them. When they reached Dick’s car, and Dick finally let go, Damian just looked up at him.

“It wasn’t…a kind of suicidal mission or anything. And I admit I never thought about what you would all want for me, or that you would…grieve me or anything.” Damian explained softly. “I just always thought my soul, objectively, wasn’t worth much. Not after all I’ve done. So if it was a payment a demon or magician was willing to accept, it was something I’d gladly give. A small price to pay for the world, or you.”

Dick just watched him. And when Damian finished, he just silently wrapped his arms around Damian’s back, holding him as tenderly as he could. Damian just leaned against him.

“Well I’ll be the first to tell you that a world without you is not one worth living in.” Dick whispered, squeezing Damian harder. “And I have a long list of people who agree. Want me to call each and every one of them?”

Damian scoffed. “I think I just want the ice cream I was offered.”

“Done.” Dick laughed. He uncoiled from their embrace and walked Damian to the passenger side of the car. “Ice cream first, then proclamations of unconditional love, you got it.”

“Perhaps we can swap that second option with a stop by a book store instead.” Damian mumbled as Dick opened the car door for him. As he plopped into the seat, Dick caught a glimpse of the embarrassed heat in his cheeks.

“I’ll consider it.” Dick offered. “But don’t hold your breath, kiddo.”

He closed the door to the sound of Damian’s long-suffering sigh, and smiled as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

#dick grayson #Damian Wayne

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eak8753 · 4 years

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Halloween AU (Kinda)

I made this a few months back and completely forgot about it, maybe I’ll finish it next year or something, but as of right now I’m done with it. Note: it’s not edited so everything is lowercase and there may be spelling mistakes.

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“this is a spectacular party, isn’t it damian” olivia garcia, the daughter of gotham’s mayor, asked the young man. bruce had taken it upon to host a halloween party. he claimed that it was for fun, but considering that he wasn’t even there, damian suspected that it was for something else. even though he had been living with the titans for awhile now, and he had grown quite a bit from the demon brat he was when he first came to the manor, he still lacked basic social skills. even raven, a child who was raised by monks that kept her away from society, could interact with teenagers better.

it had become apparent to people that damian wayne wasn’t much of a talker, except to teenager girls apparently. when donna had first arrived at titans tower, she had found damian in the training room and tried to have a conversation with him. of corse he was cold and gave curt replies so after a while she gave up. she attempted to do this a few more times until she got the memo. that was until kori had raven help donna with her flight. although the amazon warrior had made impressive improvements since being with the titans, her flying was still a bit weary.

as the end of their session came she noticed damian standing on the roof watching them, waiting. he wasn’t in uniform, rather a red hoodie with black jeans, and had a slightly less than medium sized dog by his side, with a leash in his hand. as donna and raven descended down she greeted him with a wave and bright smile. he nodded at her in acknowledgement before turning to raven

“i was planing on taking titus on a walk, would you like to join?” he asked the demoness, raising an eyebrow. looking at the dog for a moment she nodded. “just give me a minute to change” she said walking pass him. donna found the integration strange. mainly because she he had attempted to cut off garfields hand when he first tried to pet him. now he was asking someone if they wanted to take him on a walk with him. smiling, donna decide to heed her mentors advice about metalling in people’s lives. so she sat back and watched as the two birds danced around each other.

yes, it seemed that most teenage girls just didn’t understand that he liked his space. either that, or they knew and wanted to get in his pants. so here he was, with olivia by his side the entire night. she had came dressed up as a black cat, but at this point damian had seen twenty black cats. he was dressed as an angel, at the request of dick. jason found it ironic that the demon spawn was dressed as one, and honestly he found it a little funny too.

after not getting a response from him, she decided that she would leave his side for a bit, and hang out with a boy in a karate gi, in attempt to make him jealous. another girl had came up to him, asking him if he wanted to fuck. quickly realizing she was drunk -jason had brought drinks- he helped her find a place to sit and handed her a bottle of water. it was then that he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, stiffening a bit before realizing who it was.

“how’s it going amigo” jaime asked. the older teen was dressed as a mummy. “fine” damian replied. “are any of the others here” he asked looking around. “yeah, they’ll be here in a second. the girls went to the washroom and gar’s by the snack table” he said, pointing to a man in a joker costume. garfield loved halloween, but there was only so many costumes one could use when he was green. the white face paint helped cover his skin so it was logical decision on his part.

as he looked back at jaime he realized he was no longer alone. beside him was a young girl with pale skin. her black hair grown to shoulder length and down, her violet eyes staring at him with a smile, even if her face was blank. this was a sight he had seen time and time again, although he doubt he would ever get tired of seeing raven. however, it was her costume that had shocked him.

she had a headband with devil horns on it. a red dressed hugged each and every one of her curves and stopped around mid thigh. red heels giving her an inch or two of height. looking at her up and down, he couldn’t help the blush that was forming on his face, glad that it was too dark to see it.

“what are you supposed to be” damian asked her, his tone monotone not giving up his real desires. coming up behind her, donna -who was dressed up as a cheerleader- answered for her. “she’s a demon, duh” she said pointing to raven’s horns. turning her head to the youngest wayne she smiled while raven sighed. “i lost a bet” she said flatly. “you? losing a bet? i find that hard to believe” the current robin said in disbelief. the small raise of he mouth let him know that she agreed with him. “tip of advice, amazonian food is worse than tamaraian” the empath told him.

noticing the way she was hugging herself damian came to two possible conclusions. she was cold, which was unlikely in the stuffy, sweaty room; or that she was uncomfortable. “are you okay” he shouted over the blaring music. “you look uncomfortable” “i am uncomfortable” the purple eyed girl responded. he felt a pull at his heart strings for her. he didn’t like that she was uncomfortable, but there wasn’t much he could do. he was damian wayne, robin, an al guhl, there was rarely ever a time that he felt powerless. but looking at the girl who had captured his heart long ago he was upset that there was nothing he could do for her.

they had talked for a few more minutes until donna had pulled raven to the snack table. amazons became pretty aggressive when they drink and always needed someone to stop them, so who better then a demon. as he watched the girls walk away he grabbed a beer. “damn...” he heard a vice behind him say. turning around he looked at grant and chris, seniors that he went to school with.

“you know her” grant asked. “i know both of them” he responded, taking a sip of his beer. “man, could you hook us up with them, we’ll like, do your homework” chris offered.

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If you’re curious in what was suppose to happen.

Raven, who had drinked a little too much, would have been dared to go up and either hug or kiss Damian. He would have helped her like the gentleman he is, and then say “I though we agreed not to do anything in front of the others?”

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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And speaking of deja vu, I freely admit part of the reason I’m so quick to be snappy at Tim stans in particular is because I get strooooong “stiles is kicked out of the pack” vibes every time someone is like “but Dick kicked Tim out of the Batfamily when Damian came along” because noooooooooo.

That. Didn’t. Happen.

Dick didn’t fire Tim, Dick said the literal words “Tim you can’t be Robin because he’s the junior partner and you’re my equal, you’re too good to just be Robin anymore.” Dick didn’t kick Tim out of Wayne Manor, that would’ve been pretty hard considering Dick and Damian moved into the WE penthouse in the city because Dick couldn’t even stand to live in Wayne Manor at the time. Dick didn’t kick Tim out of the city, Tim only left the city after repeated attempts from Dick to track him down and talk to him.

Dick didn’t try and throw Tim into Arkham Asylum and say he was crazy, Dick simply said he was worried about how Tim was dealing given that Tim wasn’t actually presenting any proof of anything and the last time he refused to accept someone was dead he almost went full mad scientist and tried to Frankenstein his dead BFF back to life in his basement - not to mention that at the time, Arkham was Dick’s pet revitalization project that he had the ability to guarantee Tim a safe space to just....chill and sort himself for a time, given that Tim refused to go anywhere else Dick was so its not like Dick had a lot of options, and at the time, Arkham itself was not the equivalent of Dick suggesting Tim go have a spa day in a place resembling an oubliette in the Bastille circa 1760.

Dick did not just forget about Tim the second Damian came along, Dick only stopped trying to check up on Tim himself when Tim made it clear in no uncertain terms he wanted nothing to do with Dick at the moment and then Dick still asked Tim’s other friends to check in with him and keep an eye on him for Dick because Tim was still his little brother and Dick was still worried about him.

Did Tim have every right to be hurt and upset about an emotionally difficult situation at what for him was an extremely emotionally difficult time? YES.

Did Dick perfectly handle every aspect of the emotionally difficult smorgasboard of emotionally difficult situations he was expected to handle at what for him was an extremely emotionally difficult time? NO.

Did Dick ever try and pretend he was handling everything perfectly and not making mistakes in places? NO.

Did Dick ever try and blame Tim for not doing more to help him handle situations that he himself was ill-prepared for and ill-equipped for, and that Tim himself had helped throw on Dick’s shoulders when doing things like say that Gotham needed a Batman, that a Nightwing and friends just wasn’t good enough to get the job done? NO.

Did Dick ever try and point out that Tim was the same age that Dick was himself when he moved out and was leading the Titans full time, and that if Tim was old enough to go jaunting around the world on his own, then maybe Tim was old enough that trying to act like he was a child that was the victim of his older brother’s terrible parenting choices is a bit of a stretch, and that maybe part of literally saying the words “Tim I see you as my equal” meant that Dick could’ve really used Tim looking for a little sympathy and understanding for the extreme burdens and exhaustion and hurt, not to mention loss and grief Dick himself was dealing with every second of every day, instead of just piling on more blame and shouts of ‘way to fuck up, bro?’ NO.

Did Dick ever just up and act like Tim didn’t even matter to him anymore the second Tim was out of sight, kinda like Bruce did when Dick left home and didn’t hear from Bruce again until Dick finally chose to reach out again? NO, HE KEPT TRYING TO BE THERE AND BE CONCERNED FOR TIM EVERY WAY HE COULD, EVEN IF ONLY BY PROXIES.

Dick did just about every single thing he could humanly possibly do to show and tell Tim he still cared about him, short of swapping out the Batsignal for a heartbreak emoji and skywriting TIMMY WON’T YOU PLEASE COME HOME.

Oh, I forgot. There was one other thing Dick could’ve done to indisputably show Tim he cared about him:

He could have kicked their ten year old brother to the curb and said sorry kid, I’m giving up on you like everyone else because you tried to hurt my Timbers and Jason’s the only brother who’s allowed to do that and still go on to become fanon besties with Tim.

Problem is, THAT would have been what made Dick the awful, cold, emotional jackass of a brother that Tim stans seem to constantly want to paint him as.

But reframing that whole time period as though Dick’s this asshole who just didn’t care about his little brother anymore is a hell of a lot easier to use as justification for hating Dick - y’know, compared to trotting out the real reason for resentment, which is that Dick didn’t throw out the ten year old who hurt Tim.

I mean, nursing a grudge against Damian for that is understandable, but actually acting like Dick should’ve turned his back on Damian completely....is a bit less sympathetic of an ax to grind, and I’m pretty sure Tim standom knows this.

Hence, once again, the complete and utter fictional rewriting of an entire canon period by fans of one of Dick’s siblings, because its hard to sympathetically hate Dick with a purely canon basis.

Guys.

This is so tiring.

Play a new song.

We are begging you.

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super-sons-a-bitches · 5 years

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Across the Street - Chapter 3

New chapter posted on ao3!

Damian needs some time before going to see Bruce, but gets distracted when Jon puts on a movie.

From the roof, the heroes returned to their civilian personas and decided to head to brunch (it was really well into lunch time, but still breakfast for Dick).

Grayson took them to his favorite diner and piled his plate with flapjacks and bacon, downing a full mug of coffee before the milk and sugar could arrive. Jon settled for a burger and fries, but Damian’s “refined” palette kept him form ordering anything more than tea.

He took a sip of the calming chamomile and waited for Dick to take a break for breath. When he finally did, he asked a question Damian had been fearing.

“So, how long have you been in town?”

“I’ve been in the States for a few days now, spent a couple days in Gotham trying to … you know, work up some courage.” Damian felt slightly ashamed, but his brother just nodded in understanding. He continued.

“I came to Bludhaven yesterday, but chickened out of going to see you and instead accidentally ran into Jon last night.”

“I’m not so scary, am I?” Dick teased, but Damian tensed.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He needed Dick to know, to understand. “I had wanted to see you, needed to see you, for so long, but I was afraid.” Dick’s face showed the same surprise that Jon had felt when Damian’s newly freed emotions had first burst forth the night before.

“I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me,” Damian finished, staring into his tea as if he were trying to discern the future in the bottom of his mug. He could feel Jon’s hand slip into his under the table and squeeze it lightly, but gave no response.

“Damian,” Dick tried to force himself into Damian’s eyeline. “Hey.” The younger Robin looked up. “I don’t need apologies. I’m sorry that I never tried to get in touch with you. That I failed as a brother. I should have made it obvious to you that of course I’d want to see you again. I was sad and a little confused when you left, sure, but never angry. All I ever wanted was for you to come home.”

Looking into his brother’s eyes, he could see that he was telling the truth. The love he saw there overwhelmed him. Damian couldn’t speak, so he just smiled in response.

“That’s what I tried to tell him, but, alas, it seems the ninjas only made him more stubborn.” Jon knocked on Damian’s head as if to show its hardness. It earned him a glaring side-eye. Dick chuckled and took another bite of eggs.

“So, if you spent a couple days in Gotham, does that mean you’ve seen Bruce?”

“No,” Damian said simply.

“Good.” Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. Dick explained, “I was going to get upset with him for not telling me.” He smiled at his brother.

“Interesting you bring that up, though, as I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention to him that you’ve seen me,” Damian responded seriously.

“Dami, you have to go see him.”

“You misunderstand me, Grayson. I have every intention of going, but I just-“ Damian paused. “Do you really think he’s going to be as quick as you or Jon to forgive? You know him best.”

Dick hesitated.

“Damian, you’re his son. He loves you.” Dick was staring him down and so he nodded, but the young Wayne noted the definite lack of an answer to his question in his response.

“In any case, as I said, I do intend to reconcile, I just need, I don’t know. To feel prepared. To do it on my own terms.”

Older brother held younger’s gaze hard and fast for a moment longer, releasing when he felt his silent message had gotten through.

The table was silent for a bit as they ate their brunch and digested the conversation. Another pot of coffee and mug of tea was delivered as Dick, of course, broke the silence once again.

“In the meantime, then, you have somewhere to stay that isn’t the gloomy outpost of the secret ninja society?”

“He’s staying with me,” Jon piped up before Damian could.

Dick was expecting such an answer and smiled to himself at the sight of Damian’s deep blush. This kid was clearly a mess, but Jon might be a good influence for now. Mostly, he was glad that Damian had someone to lean on.

“Kind of you to take in the stray, Kent.” Dick chuckled.

“Damian’s not the only one who likes to keep pets,” Jon returned in kind. Damian simply scoffed, though the red tips of his ears betrayed him.

Conversation returned to the mundane as the guys teased Grayson on his love life and were filled in on the day to day of a Bludhaven police officer. Finally, Dick declared himself too tired to continue functioning for the day (he’d been up so early, surely he’d earned a nap).

He wished his brother luck and made him promise to come and visit again after seeing Bruce before taking his leave.

Damian and Jon strolled through Bludhaven, discussing the newest updates in Justice League politics and Titans gossip, chatting about pop culture and debating the value of Dicken’s literature at the corner bookstore.

Eventually Jon asked, “So, you’re putting off the next one for tomorrow?”

His partner put the book he was holding back on the shelf and sighed.

The reunion with his father was the one Damian was most afraid of and most looking forward to. All those years, Damian had thought about seeing Bruce again everyday. But in all of those daydreams, he’d never managed to think up a good plan. Plus, trauma-induced anxiety mixed with Wayne DNA dictated the need to plan and control every moment of his life. So, no, he wasn’t quite ready to head back to Gotham just yet.

Jon could see the apprehension growing and tainting his – lover’s? boyfriend’s? friend’s? best friend’s? Uh… his demon’s beautiful emerald eyes.

When all the welcome parties are done with, we should probably talk about that label issue.

Damian still was lost in thought and hadn’t responded.

“Hey, that’s alright.” Green met blue. “Look, it’s been a long day already. Let’s just head back to my apartment and we can just relax.” The storm in Damian’s eyes calmed immediately. “And, y’know, if you feel up to it, we can brainstorm some ideas for talking to your dad.”

Emerald clouded over again, causing an ache in Jon’s chest, but he knew he couldn’t let Damian run away from what was coming. A good partner helps conquer, not just avoid.

Damian seemed to understand this, smiling softely as he laced his fingers through Jon’s. They walked back to the apartment mostly in comfortable silence.

They decided the best way to decompress was with a movie. Damian had been out of the pop culture loop for a while, so Jon declared he would be educating him in the recent additions to the Star Wars franchise.

“So, wait, what’s going on now?”

“Yeah, so, Chewy’s son is the new chairman of the Jedis and he’s fighting off the invading Galaxian empire.”

“What?”

“Just watch.”

But even if he had been in the loop, this was just not his kind of movie. Damian’s thoughts drifted to his earlier conversation with his brother.

Jon had tried to bring up strategies for talking to Bruce, but Damian was just too emotionally exhausted. Besides, though it was sweet of Jon to offer, Damian knew he had to deal with his father on his own. He owed it to Bruce to force himself to face his fears and mistakes. And now was not the time for individual introspective thought. Not to mention, Dick did not make it seem like his father would be all that happy to see him.

He shook his head slightly. It wasn’t the time to think about this, he didn’t want to think about it now. He wanted to be relaxing with Jon.

Damian looked to his right, absent-mindedly focusing on Jon instead. His eyes raked through the details, mind analyzing carefully, happy to have something new to think about. The muscle tone from working holidays on the farm, the strong but never sharp jaw, the bright and clear blue eyes – really it wasn’t fair how beautiful Jon had grown up to be. The previous night would have been impossible to get through had he not been so preoccupied with worry over seeing Dick. They had been so close, legs tangling as if they had a will of their own, hand slipping underneath hem to feel toned abdomen with rough fingers.

Shit. Damian cursed himself for getting so… distracted. He tried to shift his body without alerting Jon, hiding his growing erection from view. He just couldn’t help himself imagining what Jon would have felt like if his hand had slipped under the other hem. If he had-

Damnit, you’re doing it again. And staring, too. But before he could force himself to at least return his gaze to the television, Jon had turned to face him, trying to watch his reaction to what apparently should have been a shocking scene in the movie.

“Wha- you’re not even watching, Dami!”

“Sorry!” He tried to focus on the screen, but now Jon was staring at him.

Staring because Damian the Demon was beautifully flushed, green irises almost drowning in blown pupil, with the most delicious look in his eye as he had been staring at him. Jon inspected further and recognized that Damian had definitely tilted his body away from him.

Damian cleared his throat. Jon had been staring at his crotch.

“Uh, sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, looking away.

But the blush in his cheeks was the demon’s cue and, after last night and the adrenaline of the morning, Damian really just couldn’t help himself anymore. He lunged forward, grabbing Jon’s chin and pulling it towards him as he locked Jon in a hungry kiss. Jon responded immediately, as anxious for this moment as his partner, digging his fingers into his demon’s arms and back, clinging on possessively.

Damian’s tongue fought its way desperately past Jon’s lips, but the Kryptonian groaned in frustration, needing to be closer, needing to move faster. He needed Damian.

Using his superior strength, he pushed Damian back with little effort and twisted himself to straddle his lover, reinstating their passionate kiss while starting his exploration of Damian’s new body with his hands.

Rough calloused palms ran quickly up his shirt making Damian gasp. The touch was strong and soft at the same time, and taking no time to reach around his back at the same time as tracing his abs. Jon finally tore his shirt (not exaggerating, literally tore), giving his lips better access to skin to continue his task. His tongue brought fire to Damian’s skin, igniting him as blood flushed to the surface to meet Jon’s teeth.

Damian briefly thought that this - Jon sitting in his lap, sucking at his neck, and scratching new patterns into his back – was the height of existence. That is, he thought that until Jon’s hips began to rock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, vision blurring as his Kryptonian sped up his grinding, clearly not wanting to stretch out any foreplay for too long.

Damian was only too happy to oblige.

He pulled away from his lover’s lips. Jon whined and leaned forward to reengage.

“Wait.” Jon pouted. “Bed.” He nodded an pulled his demon behind as he led the way to the bedroom.

Damian wasn’t really sure when it had happened, but Jon had already lost his shirt and so finished undressing at his lover’s command before landing on the bed. Damian loomed over him, pausing for a moment to drink in the view.

But Jon wasn’t going to let him linger for long.

“Damian.” He was pleading. His cock twitched in its confinement.

“Damn, you’re beautiful, Jon.”

“Fuck, Dami.” He watched as green eyes ran over him, filled with greedy lust. The sight of Damian chewing on his bottom lip in hunger broke him. I have been waiting for ten years for you to come back, damnit.

“I need you inside of me,” he groaned, barely audible. “Now.”

He received a devilish, hungry smile in return and watched dizzily as Damian finally finished undressing. Despite the agony both he and Jon were in, Damian took his time. He had fantasized about this moment on lonely nights in Nanda Parbat, but nothing came close to the real thing. When his boxer’s finally hit the floor, he was fully erect and already leaking from anticipation.

Jon leaned over and pulled a bottle from his bedside table.

“Ready on hand, eh?” Damian tutted. “Very naughty, Kent.”

But Jon didn’t get the chance to reply. Instead, his lips parted to release a delicious moan. Damian had ducked down behind his thighs and was lapping at his entrance. The demon only chuckled at Jon’s cries and held fast to his hips, keeping his legs parted to give him plenty of room to explore Jon’s ass.

He kissed and sucked and licked at the sensitive skin until his lover was a mess before pushing lightly into his hole with his tongue. He smiled as the groans redoubled, but then retreated. Feeling the pressure of Jon’s muscles squeezing around his tongue only made his longing to be inside of Jon even more urgent.

Damian opened the bottle to lather his fingers and apply a little extra to Jon’s tight hole. With a desperate look from Jon, he began working the entrance open. He leaned forward, still pressing fingers into the hole and spreading the muscle, and met Jon’s lips, not letting go again until they were panting and Jon was opened up.

He lined up his pelvis with Jon’s.

“Are you ready, my love?”

Jon was overwhelmed, but had never been more ready for anything.

Breathless, he managed, “Please.”

Damian entered slowly, reveling in the feeling of the tight pressure slowly enveloping his cock. He paused when his abdomen was pressed flush against his lover’s ass, giving them both a moment to adjust.

But he couldn’t wait for long. Jon gasped as he pulled out and pushed back in again in the space of a breath.

Damian’s cock was large and fast, leaving Jon a little dizzy. He grabbed at his knee, hooking it in his arm to anchor himself as well as open up his entrance a bit more. His other thigh was propped up by Damian’s hand, the one not planted in the mattress by Jon’s head to keep himself up as ecstasy threatened to topple him.

Pace increased, Damian’s moans joining Jon’s as he pumped deeper and faster. One particular yelp nearly made his heart stop.

“Fuck! Dami – love – ah!” Jon struggled to breathe. He couldn’t get the words out, but his demon had understood anyway and positioned himself to hit Jon’s prostate again. Blue eyes rolled back in pleasure as his free hand fell from its grip digging into Damian’s arm and reached to coil around his own cock.

Damian lost touch of reality listening to his partner’s moans and took his hand from Jon’s thigh to join the messy ministrations.

“J-Jon,” he sputtered, faltering in his pace for a moment. “Jon, love – I’m so close.”

His cock beat in and out, filling Jon so completely that he could hardly remember what it felt like to not have Damian inside of him. Hearing Damian’s voice thick with lust, feeling his rough fingers stroke him in matching rhythm to his deep thrusts, was becoming too much too handle.

“Shit, Dami!” His lover’s head hit his prostate again. “Ah! Oh, fuck!”

And Jon came over their joined fingers and onto his bare abdomen. The muscles of his rim pulsated around Damian pulling him fast to the edge. Breathing heavy, he called Jon’s name again.

“Cum for me,” Jon breathed, riding out his orgasm on Damian’s cock, hips still rocking in pace. “I want to feel you fill me up, Dami.” Damian locked eyes with his lover, shock evident, searching to ensure permission. “Cum for me, love.”

He couldn’t have stopped it even if he wanted to. Jon had commanded and so he must comply. He thrusted in and out a final few times, moans loud and Jon’s name on his lips.

Damian pulled out slowly, Jon whined at the loss. His whole body was overstimulated, but he immediately missed the connection. Hs demon must have felt the same as, upon collapsing, he rolled to lay next to his Kryptonian, keeping as close as possible.

After a minute’s recovery, Jon kissed his lover’s head. Damian looked up from his resting place on Jon’s chest, post-coital bliss fogging his gaze.

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah.” Damian pecked a kiss on the skin closest to his lips, not picking up his face. Jon raked his fingers through his wild hair.

“We don’t have to really go over it now, but-“

“You mean the world to me, Jon. Whatever you want us to be, I’m not going anywhere. Not again.”

“Good.”

His smile seemed satisfied to Damian, at least for now. They returned to silence, breathing each other in and before long, Jon fell softly to sleep.

Damian lay in his arms recounting the day. As hours slipped by, he realized he couldn’t wait any longer, just as he couldn’t wait to be with Jon or couldn’t wait to see Grayson again. He slipped out of bed, quietly washed and dressed, and stole a pen and post-it from Jon’s desk before sliding open the window and diving into the night.

‘Be back for breakfast.

I promise.’

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 5 years

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The first time, Jason came very close to stabbing her. He and Damian were waiting in a warehouse in pitch darkness, trying to catch an arms ring in the act, when something warm brushed against his ankles. He lunged backwards, yelping in surprise, and nearly fell over in an attempt to pull a knife from his belt.

Damian swung down from the rafters to check on him, not that Damian would admit that was what he was doing. “Trip over your own incompetence?”

“No, your ego. Easy mistake.”

“Hilarious. What happened?”

“I don’t know. There was something here. I thought it was you,” Jason told him. “You’re usually the only thing at that height.” He grinned as Damian backhanded him lightly in the shoulder in retaliation.

“Ow, my knee.”

“Hilarious.” Damian repeated, pulling a pen light from his glove. He flicked the dim beam around the room for a few moments, until it landed on a small shape in the corner— a dog with it’s tail tucked underneath it. She stared back at them with reflective eyes.

“Oh,” said Jason, putting away his knife.

“Oh,” said Damian, hurrying over to the corner. The dog didn’t run away, but she did huddle in tighter. She got over that pretty quickly. As soon as Damian started petting her, she rolled over to solicit a belly rub, happily wagging her tail as Damian complied.

She was a small dog— a puppy really. A tiny golden retriever without a collar. Jason bent down to pet her himself, then retreated back to his hiding place. Somebody had to keep watch while Damian was distracted.

It was a good thing he did, because moments later, the warehouse lights flipped on and gunshots started firing. Jason dove behind the crate of weapons he and Damian had opened earlier. On his way down, he saw Damian grapple into the rafters while the puppy bolted out the door.

So much for that.

The second time, Jason found her at the mouth of an alley, barking up a storm. Behind her lay a still body, not moving. Dead? Jason wasn’t sure. The dog growled when he tried to get closer.

“Hey,” he told her. “I’m trying to help.”

The dog, rather predictably, did not understand him.

“Okay,” he muttered, pushing past her into the darkness. The figure on the ground turned into the still form of an adolescent boy. Jason could see him breathing, but he was in bad shape. There was blood dripping from his head.

“Shit,” said Jason, dialing 911. He ran to his motorcycle and pulled his first aid kit. The kid would need it. One brief conversation with the emergency center later, Jason knelt by the boy with a roll of bandages.

Something warm rammed into his side. BARK! Jason almost fell over from the impact.

“I’m trying to help!” Jason repeated. He shoved the dog away from him as she ran in for a second pass. “Jesus! Is this your owner?”

Emergency sirens started up in the distance.

“He’ll be fine, okay? Good girl. Good dog. Trying to help.”

The dog did not calm down until the ambulance arrived to take the kid away. Jason scooped her up as the EMTs loaded up the stretcher. He would bring her to the hospital, he figured. The boy would want his dog back.

Jason encountered a small hiccup in that plan when he arrived and spoke to the family: she wasn’t their dog.

He couldn’t exactly stick her back on the street. They were miles from the alleyway or the warehouse from before. He had been carrying her for hours, first in his arms and then on a makeshift leash made from grappling wire.

One night with a dog wouldn’t kill him.

Before they entered the safehouse, Jason stopped to give the dog a stern talking-to.

“Do not,” he began, “destroy my things. There will be no barking or licking while I am asleep. We will find your owner tomorrow.”

The dog stared at him.

“Somebody out there is really upset that you’re MIA.”

More staring.

“Missing in action,” Jason explained. “M-I-A.”

Soft bark.

“Mia.” Jason tried.

The dog looked back at him with wide, brown eyes.

“Mia, then. That’s what we’re calling you.” Jason grinned. “Full name ‘Damian’ because you’re small and a pain in my ass. Plus that’s where you’re going if we can’t find your owner. He’ll take you in.”

More staring.

“God, I hope you’re house trained,” sighed Jason, opening the door.

He pulled off her leash as they stepped inside. She bounded off happily; Jason went to find some spare bedding. He tossed his phone on the couch on his way to the linen closet, then pulled out the rattiest blanket he possessed. He turned around.

Mia bounced in front of him, his phone in her mouth.

“No!” he told her. “Bad dog!”

He threw his phone back on the couch. She sprang across the room and returned it in a pile of slobber.

“Don’t… okay. Phones are not for fetch. Here.”

He found a baseball— a trophy from a Riddler incident, if he wasn’t mistaken— on his display shelf and tossed it across the room. “Fetch!” he told her.

Mia ran back to the linen closet, grabbed Jason’s phone in her mouth, and brought it to him.

“I said fetch, not phone. Fetch!”

He gestured after the ball.

She dropped his phone on the ground and pointed at it with her nose.

“You’re an idiot,” Jason told her. He laid out a couch pillow and the blanket on the floor, then flipped off the lights. “Go to sleep, idiot.”

He dropped her on the pillow and went to his room to get ready for bed, singing under his breath as he went. As he pulled on his pajamas, he broke into full song

Howling from the other room.

Jason stuck his head around the doorway and stared into the darkness. Luminescent eyes stared back at him.

“Shhh,” he told her, then ducked back into his room. He began to sing again, softer this time.

More howling.

“Hey! It’s a safehouse. People aren’t supposed to know we’re here.” Jason flipped on the lights in the main room and glared at the dog. “Quiet.”

She huffed excitedly, ran across the room, and bounced off Jason’s legs.

“Idiot,” he repeated. “Do you like to sing too?” He started up again, watching Mia intently.

Instant howling. For a few seconds, he let her duet— him singing, her howling— then cut off quickly. It was cute, really, but he had a low profile to maintain.

“Go to sleep,” he told her again. “That’s what I’m doing.” He flipped off the lights and went to lie down.

There was thumping at the foot of his bed, then a small, furry figure flopped on top of his feet.

“Whatever,” Jason decided, and fell asleep.

Regrettably, he didn’t stay asleep for long. Right before sunrise, Jason woke up to loud, repeated barking.

“Mia,” he groaned. “Bad dog! Quiet!”

Mia didn’t stop barking. Jason sat up and found her pressed against the window to the fire escape, yelling angrily at whatever was happening outside.

Jason went to the window, expecting to find another dog passing beneath them. Instead, he saw a half dozen figures walk out of the darkness.

All of them carried guns— big guns, the kind he and Damian had found in the warehouse where Mia first appeared.

Well shit. Jason didn’t have enough time to change into his work clothes, so he grabbed the helmet from his nightstand and kept moving. It would have to do. He ducked beneath his window and cautiously rose enough to see outside.

The figures gathered silently beneath him. One lifted his hand and motioned towards Jason’s building.

He dove away from the window as the bullets started flying. Mia bolted from the bedroom into the blanket on the living room floor, away from the sound of gunfire. Jason was glad she did. He didn’t want her to get shot.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the one to worry about. Jason looked down and found two holes in his leg that definitely should not have been there.

“Fuck!” he hissed. The pain hit him in a wave after that. Beneath him, the gunfire went silent as the gunmen began to reload.

Jason decided that he maybe, possibly, he might need some help. He reached up and fumbled on his nightstand for his phone, then remembered he had left it in the other room. Fuck! He didn’t think he could make it that far. He was bleeding badly.

“Mia!” he yelled. “Fetch!”

She brought him his phone.

Jason barely had enough time to send out a distress signal before the gunfire started up again. He pulled Mia behind the bed for cover. His own gun was hidden beneath the mattress. He retrieved it to return fire.

Jason didn’t remember much after that: just gunfire and Bruce on his windowsill.

He woke up in the Cave with something furry in his lap and Damian hovering next to him.

“You didn’t tell me you kept the dog!” Damian burst out, as soon as Jason opened his eyes.

“I’m not keeping the— ack!” Jason cut off as Mia bounded up his chest and licked his face.

“Good girl,” Damian told her, thrilled.

“Yeah okay,” Jason muttered, pulling Mia back into his lap. “I’m keeping the dog.”

#jason todd #damian wayne #fanfiction #mine #look i realize i write about jason getting injured a lot but #in my defense: it's fun #also i get a lot of requests for it #anyway

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batbirdies · 4 years

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Batfam fic Part 3

I realized I said I was gonna post snippets from my nano and I haven’t for a bit....

Part 3 of my Jason Todd Batfam fic where Jason agrees to dog sit Titus, there are some deep seated issues, unintended animal therapy, snarky text messages between robins and eventually some reconciliation between father and son. Takes place in a murky in between time sometime after Damian was resurrected.

Also I’m sorry guys, I don’t have an actual computer to work on, so I post these from the website on my ipad, so I can use the read more break, but I can’t figure out how to hyperlink on here so I’m not linking the previous installments....but if you search my blog for Jason Todd the first two aren’t far down the list....

Jason swallowed hard and took a breath, set his book down on the coffee table and got up to open the door before he could entertain the idea of pretending he wasn’t actually there and ignoring all attempts to contact him like their conversation the night before had never even happened. For prosperity's sake he did check the peephole before opening the door and nearly had a heart attack because it wasn’t just Bruce standing outside his door.

The demon brat was there too, leash in hand attached to the most massive dog Jason had ever seen. The kid was scowling like no other and the fish eye perspective made it look more comical than annoying. JAson was an idiot, of course the kid was gonna come along, it was his dog. That he was apparently protective enough of that he didn’t want just anyone watching him.

Bruce, next to him, looked enormous, with a blank expression that never failed to make Jason either irritated or nervous. This morning his stomach can’t seem to decide.

Damian glances at Bruce and his frown deepens and Jason realizes he’s been standing at the door for probably too long. “Here goes nothing.” He whispers to himself before stepping back and unlocking the deadbolt. He attempts to smile when he swings the door open but its still really freaking early and Jason’s not really prepared for the way his stomach swoops when he looks at Bruce.

He can’t get that damned card out of his head, can’t help wondering when Bruce wrote it, what he was doing. What he was thinking when he picked up the book and the movie and decided it was a good gift for Jason, whom he hadn’t had more than one pleasant conversation that wasn’t about vigilante business within the last 4 months. And before that….it might have been before he died, not counting any near death experiences where he got weirdly emotional and then regretted every word that came out of his mouth later.

“Hey.” He says lamely, stepping to the side at the expectant huff from Damian. They both walk in, Damian with an air of superiority that Jason’s not sure he knows how to turn off, and Bruce with an awkward sort of shuffle that almost catches him off guard. Jason realizes that without the fish eye lense making him look huge and out of proportion he looks tired.

There are bags under his eyes and a bruise on his cheek that Jason knows he would normally cover with makeup. His hair is mussed and he’s wearing track pants and tennis shoes with a cotton t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. He’s also carrying three enormous shopping bags that he sets on the floor just inside the door. When he straightens his eyes go to Damian before Jason and he realizes he’s staring at Bruce, and obviously so, and snaps his eyes to the kid too.

Damian is taking the dog in loop around the main space while inspecting everything with a sharp eye as Titus noses around his kitchen cabinets and past the glass door to the balcony.

“He better not pee on anything.”

Damian gives him a sharp look and scoffs. “Please, just because you lack proper house training does not mean all animals do.” Jason raises his eyebrows at the acid in the kids tone and nearly bites something nasty back before Bruce speaks up.

“Damian.” The kid stiffens and then slowly lowers his shoulders, staring down at the dog with a deeply unhappy expression and sharp twist to his mouth. Bruce takes a breath and Jason chances a glance over. He’s got his eyes closed, a wrinkled line between eyebrows, before it smooths out and he opens them again, eyes flicking to Jason where he stands, feeling weirdly out of place in his own apartment.

“He’s nervous.”

“I am not-“

“Damian.” They both stare hard at each other for an extended moment, Damian’s posture stretched tight. “Jason is doing you a favor. Act like it.”

“We could just bring him along-“

“We are not bringing a Great Dane to London. We’ve been over this.” And by the droning tone of his voice, they must have been, multiple times. The kid is wringing the leash in his hands and the dog is looking up at him, ears back and tail thumping the ground before he noses at Damian’s clenched fists. Damn this kid actually is nervous.

“He is not well.” He says as he lets the leash go with one hand and sets it gently on the Dane’s head, rubbing back and forth absently, like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

“He has an ear infection Damian. It’s not serious. Jason can handle it.” Bruce’s voice is soft now, cajoling like he’s talking to a kid who’s actually Damian’s age and not some old man stuffed in the skin of a 12 year old. He sounds….gentle, and JAson has to turn away from him entirely to push down on the uncomfortable twist in his chest, busies himself straightening the blanket on the back of the couch that’s clearly already straight.

He remembers that voice, didn't realize Bruce still had it in him.

Damian turns his gaze to Jason finally, glare firmly in place along with a look of deep distrust.

Jason remembers working with the kid. Wearing that ridiculous costume with the fake feathers and he wonders how they made it out the other side of that with less trust than they started with. Damian had been more upset than Jason anticipated when he’d found out who he actually was.

It may have hurt Jason’s feelings, a tad, not that he would ever admit it. - research before posting

Another part of him feels kinda bad for lying to the kid for so long.

“Relax twerp. I’ll take good care of your dog.”

“Tt.” He glances around the apartment again with a look of distaste but the tension in his frame diminishes just a little. “Your apartment is smaller than I anticipated. Titus may require more than two walks a day if he is cooped up in here all the time.”

Jason stiffens, “Well sorry I don’t live in a fucking mansion.” There’s more heat in his voice than he was aiming for and he has to wrestle down anything else he might say before he looks just as defensive as he suddenly feels.

An awkward silence hangs in the air after his outburst, Damian staring at him with that stupid scowl. Bruce takes an awkward step closer to Jason and he has to resist the urge to step back.

“You apartment is fine Jay. Titus sleeps most of the day anyway.” Jason rolls his eyes, telling himself to get a grip.

“Whatever. What’s with the apocalyptic supply stash?” He juts his chin toward the pile of crap by his front door.

The question at least, sends Damian into motion, so he’s not staring around Jason’s apartment like he expects the place to collapse in on itself at any moment. He unhooks Titus’ leash from his collar and coils it up in a loop that he leaves sitting on Jason’s kitchen counter, and then he goes for the first bag.

When Jason says enormous bags, he means it. They are three times the size of regular grocery bags, he didn’t know you could even get bags that size. They all have a logo on the side he doesn’t recognize, something with paw prints, obviously some kind of pet store.

First he pulls out a massive dog bed, which Jason supposes makes sense. Best thing he’s got is the blanket on the back of his couch. The kid looks around while holding it, like he’s gauging the perfect place and finally sets it down next to the gargantuan TV.

Bruce sidles up on Jason’s left side while they both watch Damian unload the bags. Jason is uncomfortably aware of his presence but he doesn’t look over, doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Thank you for doing this.” Bruce says under his breath, while Damian drags a huge, unwieldy bag of dog food across his floor and props it against his kitchen counter. Jason only grunts in return, isn’t sure what to think of this whole thing still.

Next comes a stainless steel water dish and a matching one in porcelain for the food. Then a fresh container of tennis balls, two leashes, some kind of waterproof coat and then a red freaking dog sweater that Jason has to stifle a laugh at. “He really is just nervous.” This is even quieter than the thank you and Jason feels the need to look over. “The infection is minor, but before we took him into the vet he was acting strange, whining and tilting his head back and forth, standing with it at an angle that obviously didn’t look natural. He wouldn’t stay still, would only lie down for a minute at a time before he got up and paced the room. I think he was terrified it was some kind of brain tumor, that he was having complex seizures.”

Jason frowns, watching a white paper bag make its way to his kitchen counter with a prescription tag stapled to the outside. “He’s a good kid, just…” He waits for the word difficult to come out. Just like how people used to describe him, always angry, defensive, annoying. Interacting with the kid he can see why people couldn’t stand him when he was younger but he still gets Damian to a certain degree.

“He’s had a hard time.” Is what he says instead and Jason has to turn away again, decides finally to go introduce himself to the dog to ease the tangled mess in his stomach.

He’s so irritated, two days ago he would never have been this much of a mess over talking to Bruce, even in a casual setting, even in his own apartment. One stupid fucking hint of the man caring about him beyond what he contributes to fighting crime in the city and he’s bending over backwards looking for other signs. He hates his own stupid, dysfunctional brain.

He holds out a hand to Titus, takes a deep breath to let go of the tightness in his chest. Dogs and little kids, they can always tell when you’re upset and he doesn’t want to make him nervous.

Honestly, he’s huge. Like, Jason knew Great Danes were one of the largest breeds of dog but this particular one has to be even bigger than average. He sits on the corner of the living room carpet, watching Jason with alert but friendly eyes and easily sniffs at the hand, then shoves his nose into his palm and butts it up so his hands is resting on the top of his snout. Jason huffs out a laugh and crouches down.

“Like being petted huh?” He scratches behind his ears and is nearly bowled over immediately. Titus twists his head so far to the side Jason doesn’t quite follow with his hand and then shoves forward into Jason’s space, knocking him off balance with his insistence. Then a hand reaches for the collar and draws him back just enough to keep Jason mostly upright. Bruce is standing there, looking mildly amused as he looks at the dog.

“The drops the vet gave him make his ears itch, he can get a little pushy.”

“I can see that.” Jason mutters back. He kneels then, knees on the floor so he’s more stable and reaches out, ready for the sudden twist and shove. “You can let him go, I got it.”

Titus nearly lunges for him, shoves his whole face into Jason’s stomach, making him wheeze out a laugh. He rubs with significant force at his ears and the gargantuan dog goes boneless, flops down across his legs, whip like tail slapping loudly against the side of his coffee table. “Yeah, wow, you’re so big and tough huh? You must get people running for the hills killer.” Jason scratches down his neck and Titus makes a funny little grunting noise and then flops over sideways, belly exposed, head resting in his lap and yeah ok, Jason’s not a monster, he rubs his tummy. “Man you are heavy. Might need to put you on a diet.”

“Apparently, he is on one.” Jason glances up at Bruce, who’s still standing there, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at him with this odd little quirk to his mouth and if Jason had to guess he’d say he looks fond. And he doesn’t know what to do with that so he goes back to the dog, feeling his face flush in discomfort.

Damian clears his throat, pulling Jason’s attention back to him. He’s standing at the edge of his kitchen counter, hands clasped in front of him in a way that reminds Jason starkly of alfred of all people. He still doesn’t look happy, per say, but the anxiety leeching off the kid seems to have gone down and he’s staring at Jason intently.

“Yes. He is on a diet. He has gained weight since the weather started to turn.” With that, the kid launches into a spiel about the do’s and don’t’s of watching Titus. The list is significantly longer than Jason had anticipated, partially due to the ear infection but mostly just because the kid is a little pissant with way too many rules.

Jason takes it all with as much stoicism as he can muster until he pulls out a freaking muffler for the dog.

“What the heck is that?” Jason is still kneeling on the floor, dog laid out half in his lap, lazily wagging his tail and Damian is holding a thick square of black fabric in his hands that turns out to be a tube, it has drawstrings on the top and bottom to adjust the size of the loop.

“It is,” he makes a face here, obviously unhappy about what he’s about to say, “called a Head Muff. It goes over the neck and ears to keep them warm on walks.” He lays it down next to the prescription baggy and Jason has to hold back from a snort and instead looks back at Bruce out of the corner of his eye and finds him already looking down at Jason, expression completely blank and this time Jason chokes when he catches the twitch of Bruce’s lip. Somehow he manages to disguise it as a cough when he looks back but Damian looks suspicious none-the-less.

“I expect hourly update texts with photo’s.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have never owned a dog have you?” The question sounds weirdly accusatory and Jason feels the need to gently push Titus off his lap just so he can stand to his full height for this conversation.

“No, I haven’t but-”

“Then I will need proof that you are capable of the job.”

“Capable of the job? It’s dog sitting, not nuclear fission.”

“The very fact that you are not taking this seriously tells me it is necessary.”

“Well if you don’t fucking trust me then you can get somebody else to watch your damn dog.”

Damian had his arms crossed over his chest tightly, scowl intensifying with every breath. “Because you have shown yourself to be so trustworthy.” Jason clenched his hands into fists, feeling red creep up his neck.

“Damian.” Bruce’s deep voice cut across the room, quiet, but firm. He stepped around Jason, putting himself vaguely between them but not enough to be obvious. “You’re being unreasonable. Jason is perfectly capable of walking, watering, and feeding Titus, along with handling his ear drops.” He glanced over at Jason, eyes uncertain for a moment. “He always wanted a dog when he was younger, he’ll treat Titus well.”

Jason opened his mouth, ready to argue until that last sentence. Instead he blinks back at Bruce for a moment, feeling floored by the simple statement. He doesn’t have a response and quickly breaks eye contact, swinging them back to Damian whose mouth is twisted in a grimace before he finally heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms.

“Fine.”

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