#Damian tells one of others to be ready to record

[bluerosefox]

Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE

Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.

They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.

That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"

And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.

When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

The headache Y/n felt forming after finding out about Bruce and Talia having a son was painful.

“After all those talks he gave me about protection.” Dick scoffed.

Y/n looked at her new brother who looked like a feral kitten who was ready to claw and hiss at anyone who approached him.

“Tt, I don’t see how you are Father’s Daughter, your mother wasn’t even married to him. Meaning you hold no claim to Father’s company or his assets.” He spat. He was quite smug with himself.

“Listen pipsqueak—“ Tim started but Y/n motioned for him to stop. She turned her attention back to Damian.

“Look I don’t know what you were told but I promise you I don’t want to run his company, hell I’d rather not be heiress to the money either. Bruce is my Father not my atm or trust fund. And if that’s all the things you’ve been led to believe then you’re sadly mistaken.”

Damian lunged at her and quickly moved out of his grasp, she turned towards him and flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arm back.

Dick and Tim stood there in awe.”I know you’re an assassin kid, but make no mistake I will break this little hands of yours if you try that again.” She left the room without another word and Damian grumbled as Tim chuckled smugly in the corner.

Damian avoided Y/n while she visited the Manor. They spoke a total of two times in the first few days. By day three Y/n figured he’d be more settled into his new home that she could formally introduce herself. She was wrong.

Damian took one look at tried to go in the other direction and she called him but he was too fast for her. She was in her room on a call with Stephanie and Cass who were gutted she wasn’t staying longer, Barbara could be heard in the background on a call with Dinah and Helena.

“You guys know you can visit anytime, besides my roommate when back home to Chicago. So, for the rest of the term I have a whole dorm to myself.” She giggled stuffing some sweaters Alfred had bought for her as he knew winter was approaching and she’d be up late in the library across the campus.

“Well you’ll be back in three weeks for Christmas Break, plus maybe this weekend we can have a day trip I heard Metropolis Mall is having a huge sale for Black Friday!” Stephanie squealed with excitement.

Cass nodded in agreement,she turned her head and looked closely at the screen before speaking.”Damian.”

Y/n world around to find the youngest Wayne in her doorway easedropping.

“I’ll talk to you guys tonight when you stop by before patrol.” They two waved and she hung up turning to the doorway.

“Come in Damian.” Reluctantly he entered her room with a blank expression.

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

He looked down at the ground before speaking,”Grayson talked to me about my actions. I wanted to apologize for comments earlier to you.” He never met her gaze and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the first kid to come in here and feel outraged or confused about your new life Damian, and knowing Dad’s track record I can’t say you’ll be the last. But I accept your apology. Mind telling me what’s behind your back though?”

He handed her a small wooden bird, it was cured and whittled to his shape and it was beautiful sculptured. “Grayson always mentioned your fascination with birds.”

Y/n smiled an took the little bird figure,”thank you Damian it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I would appreciate if this conversation never made it to Drake.”

“Whatever you say kiddo.” She chuckled. As time went on Damian was less abrasive towards the older woman. Usually when the girls would visit her Damian would tag along, of course he said he was forced to come but that was lie. Or when Dick or Bruce would FaceTime her and Damian would demand to talk to his sister but would instantly just ask her about her studies and when would she be returning home. It was kinda cute.

When she returned for Christmas she wasn’t surprised to see Damian tending to his animals but rather who was helping him. A new kid.

Duke:

Duke had heard a lot about his new sister from the other boys, from Cass even Alfred talk about her too.

She was able to get to know Duke when everyone was out running errands for Christmas and he was the only person at the Manor.

“Oh Hi Y/n, Alfred asked me to hang up the garland. Did you need something?”

“No Duke, just passing through, I’m surprised you picked the red and gold one, no one picks that one.”

“Really, I think it’s the most festive.” He chuckled and she entered the lounge and helped him. The two crackled jokes and finish decorating the lounge by the time Alfred and Bruce returned.

“I must say you two make excellent choices with decorations.” Alfred commented.

On Christmas Eve Duke wasn’t around lot of the family. When Y/n asked around no one had seen Duke since Breakfast. Y/n found him in the backyard sitting in the snow. She approached him with a cup of hot chocolate made by Jason.

She sat next to him in silence on noise was them sipping on the hot beverages and sounds of clatter and music from the manor.

For a while they just enjoyed each other company until Duke broke the silence. “Do you think their proud of me, with my decision of be Signal and applying to Gotham University?”

Y/n took a sip of her drink once more before replying,”I think your parents are very proud of you Duke, I believe they would not only want you to be surrounded by people who love you. But to also following your own heart, do what you feel is right for your life.”

He grinned to hisself before speaking again.”I guess so my Dad always wanted me to beat to my own drum. I just..I don’t wanna let anyone down, my parents, Alfred, Bruce..you.”

She turned to him,”Me?”

He nodded softly. “Everyone talks so highly of you, even Damian. I was scared that I’d let everyone down.”

“Duke Thomas Wayne! You could never let me down, I’m sister I’m not going to make you feel bad about your decision. Besides have you seen the rest of the family, just finishing High School is enough to make Alfred happy.” The two busted out laughing before the wind and the snow began to fall down.

“Come along little Brother it’s getting cold and so is the rest of my cocoa.”

On Christmas Morning everyone torn into their gifts and after that everyone opened their gifts Duke found Y/n in the library.

“Hey, thank you for yesterday, I just talked to Dick and he helped me finish my application for Gotham University and I may even have submitted one last night Metropolis University too.”

She chuckled,”Aww Duke that’s amazing I can’t want for them to come in the mail.”

Y/n helped Duke a lot with his last remaining High School affairs like signing up for the SATs, applying for other colleges one that were so close to home in case Duke wanted to try something new. She even helped him with his AP homework though she did secretly get Jason’s help with his English papers and Tim definitely didn’t glance over and make notes on his math homework to help him understand the concepts better.

When his letters did come in the mail he was accepted into Gotham, Central City, Bludhaven and even Star City top universities. But Duke was unsure of himself again and called Y/n who had returned to Metropolis to finish her last few weeks of her degree before graduating that spring.

“What did I say before Thomas, don’t sell yourself short. You earned those spots and if they aren’t where you wanna go you don’t have to. Follow your own drum remember.”

He grinned,”Thank Sis, I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, now before i go will you please tell Dick and Dad that I will call them later, they keep calling and texting me.”

Duke doubled over laughing before telling her he’ll tell them.

Duke was the first one in the car the day before the family went to Y/n’s Graduation, him and his brothers fought over shot gun which was vetoed by Alfred who made them all sit in the back of the car.

By the time the got their the ceremony had begun and a small crowd burst through the auditorium and made their ways to their seats where Clark, Lois, Jon and Diana were already sitting.

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

Luckily Y/n was next and the group from her family was so loud that the crowd chuckled and some joined in too.

She was top of her class and even gave the speech for them.

After walking outside she was swept up to strong arms.”I’ve very proud of you.” Bruce said.

“Thanks Dad, but you’re crushing me.” Bruce reluctantly released her but she she immediately hugged by her brothers and sisters.

“You’ve made us so proud little Bat.” Dick practically sob.

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

“Well what will you do know, are staying here or will you move back to Gotham?” Tim questioned.

She shrugged,”I dunno I will come home for a bit before I decide though.”

A choir of Yes from Damian, Duke, and Alfred didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.” Jason side hugged her.

Alder sobbed and received everyone attention,”it feels me with joy to know at least one of you finished college.”

“But Alfre—

“Silence Master don’t ruin my moment.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Clark and Lois chuckled and Diana shook her head before turning to the graduate.

“Well young one you’ve accomplished much today and I think you should be very proud of yourself.”

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

Tim scoffed,”B practically ran half off the inmates into their cells to not miss today.”

Everyone chuckled as Bruce looked aloof and starting walk towards the door,”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

—-

I hope you enjoyed this miniseries. I will do more with different people in the DC Universe.

Specifically with the other teams next to either the JLU or the titans or all of them in some capacity.

My asks are open so please, leave me any Requests! ☺️

[ladytauria]

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. is so jaytim

you’re right nonny it so is

my first impulse was like—the two of them getting accidentally domestic, bc i love characters falling into relationships without realizing it xD

but then this scenario popped in my head & that’s what came out instead~

>> AO3 <<

Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.

His rest is troubled on a good day, and he hasn’t had many over the last week.

Well. It’s not that he’s had bad days, it’s just…

He misses Tim.

It’s stupid, because his bedroom is literally right across from Tim’s, but— It might as well be on the other side of the world.

He wishes they’d never agreed to stay at the manor for the holidays. It’s been miserable. Sure, he and Bruce are setting a record streak for lack of arguments. It’s been fun to hang out with the others, too, outside of the Cave and the mask. But—

Fuck.

The closest he’s gotten to a proper cuddle in a week was movie night, when he sat on the floor just to have an excuse to lean against Tim’s legs.

Jason knows he only has himself to blame. He’s the one who’s not ready to tell the others that they’re dating, even though they’ve damn near moved in together at this point. He just—he’s not ready for the judgment. The lectures, the shovel talks, the—everything. The reminder he’s not really good enough for Tim.

Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

Neither do the small, fleeting moments they manage to steal—the kisses they exchange in the lesser used parts of the manor, the brief hugs and touches they can exchange in front of the others. It’s. It’s fucking miserable.

He’s spent the last several nights lying awake, actively restraining himself from sneaking into Tim’s room. He just… He misses being held.

It’s the lack of sleep he’ll blame his slip-up on later, when all is said and done.

Tim’s got some stuff to do in the city today—Jason does too, but not until later—so Jason takes the liberty of making him a coffee and some breakfast to go, since he knows Tim won’t be down until it’s almost time to leave. He gets a couple of raised eyebrows, but, it’s not unusual for him to take the load off of Alfred, so no one actually says anything.

“You said you had plans today, right, Jason?” Dick asks, where he’s sitting at the breakfast table with Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke. Bruce is standing with Alfred, the butler adjusting his tie like Bruce is twelve, and not forty-something.

“Yeah,” Jason says. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” First he has some packages to pick up, and also, every other week, he does story time at the library he used to half-live in as a child.

Tim shuffles in. Jason is glad Bruce will be driving—he looks like a zombie (and Jason would know). It takes him half a moment to spot the travel cup and paper bag sitting by Jason. He beelines over.

“Th’nks,” he mumbles, immediately popping the lid on his cup to take a long drink.

“Cool,” Dick says. “When you get back I was thinking we could break out the board games.”

Alfred finishes with Bruce. “Provided you all remember the rules, I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Master Dick.”

Jason snorts. One of these years they’re going to have all board and card games banned from the Manor.

“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.

“Sure, Dickie,” he says. “I’d love a chance to kick your ass.” His fingers catch in Tim’s belt loop before he can head to the door. He leans in, thoughtlessly, planting a chaste kiss on Tim’s mouth. “Have a good day, babe.”

Tim hums, smiling softly up at him. “You too.”

Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.

Then—

“What the fuck?” Stephanie breaks it, and Jason is reminded, abruptly, that they’re not alone.

The blood rushes to his face so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t pass out; his skin ablaze with his embarrassment. “…fuck.”

That’s one way to announce their relationship.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

[judgementdaysunshine]

Special Birthday

For @brideofinfamy

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian makes your birthday special from beginning to end

The first thing you notice when waking up is the smell in the air along with the neatly folded laundry across the room and the bouquet of red and pink roses on the nightstand making you smile sweetly as you grab and read the card in front of the vase. Your heart swells reading the inside of the card turning when the bed dips seeing Damian with breakfast thanking him as he presses a kiss to your forehead before eating breakfast together, he places one of your dresses on the bed smiling when you see it's a light pink sundress adorned with cherry blossoms that he had gotten you for your anniversary three months back shaking your head with a small smile as you get ready for whatever the day has in store noticing the small gift back on the table next to a cupcake blowing the candle out as damian records smiling at the small gifts inside before heading out stopping and visiting your families since you had two separate dinners with them for your birthday earlier in the month getting gifts from them before meeting up with your shared friends for a big dinner at a Japanese restaurant having an absolutely wonderful time with everyone. The two of you come home watching a few movies in the living room after opening your gifts and reading cards, you turn to putty when damian starts kissing on your neck as you stand in the shower relaxing at the warm water running down your body moaning at his hands squeezing your body as they roam up and down until he lifted you up after both of you got out drenched head to toe as the kisses grew more sensual and passionate smiling at how tender and sweet he was being after laying you on the bed whispering endearments as he kisses down your body "Siempre tan hermosa especially open and vulnerable like this without fear" him speaking Spanish always made you turn to a puddle of honey but him speaking it while being slow and gentle in intimacy made you swell with warmth as he entangled his hand with your own while kissing your inner thighs. "El amor de mi vida, no one but you" tears slowly brim as the pleasure slowly builds tangling your other hand in his hair opening your closed eyes to see him holding and kissing your palm before towering over you and pushing inside you going at the same slow and sensual pace as before as he places feather light kisses along your neck and face "Eres la luz de mi vida, I love you carino Happy Birthday" the next few minutes are spent holding each other after being cleaned up wrapped in his arms as you sleep waking up to soft warm kisses on your shoulder and him telling you what he said to you in spanish knowing that you always wondered about the things he would say to you and surprising him sweetly after a soft kiss "Te quiero muchísimo" he smiles and chuckles before pulling you into his arms.

[sardonic-sprite]

Part 4 of Dad!Tim AU!

(Thanks for reminding me Q /gen)

(Tw for... idk general shitty stone-age misogyny?)

Part 1

They've had Eira for a month now, and honestly... Bruce was wondering when this would happen

He's very glad that Jason's at home with Tim tonight, because otherwise God only knows what would have happened, but there'd have been a lot more blood, Bruce is sure

Instead it's just him and Damian at the very edge of the city limits when a woman, bleeding and disheveled and bruised, nearly past recognition, sprints close, slows to a stagger, and collapses on her knees before them, one hand reaching out to fist in each of their cloaks as she gasps for breath

But Bruce could never not know those green eyes. The ones his smallest son shares with his

"MOTHER!"

"Talia! What the hell-"

But he doesn't wonder for long. And again, he really should have known it would happen by now

A group of assassins steps out of the shadows, weapons raised and still wet with Talia's blood. She drags herself up, beside Bruce, in front of Damian, and raises her own sword, but Bruce steps in the middle, finding that ice-cold place of fury that he's struggled for half a year now to keep hidden from his children because of how ugly it is

"Stay out of my city," he snarls. He reminds them of the piss-poor but completely binding treaty, that the league is forbidden to cross the city limits

"Except to redress grievances, Detective."

"You wanna talk about *grievances?*"

But the assassin just smirks. He starts pontificating about children and fathers and PROPERTY like its still the damn stone age. Then he starts pushing the idea of claiming ownership, as pointed as his weapon, and says, "The boy Lord Ra's is willing to grant you. But you are now harboring two stolen possessions of the Demon's Head, and he wants his property back."

Talia spits out a string of Arabic, all words Bruce has heard, but never in so... creative an order. Behind them both, Damian stifles something that might be either a sob or a giggle. Or a choking on air.

This is why Bruce is glad Jason is at home

What Bruce wants to say - shout - is that Talia is a WOMAN and Eira is a BABY and they are HUMAN PEOPLE not CATTLE and HOW DARE RA'S--

What he says, moving his hand behind his back to signal Damian to turn on his comm, maximum reciever volume, is that Ra's is not in fact the nearest male relative of woman or child

Talia's nearest man? Its Bruce. Yeah. Do they wanna see the marriage license? Talia smirks next to him, because they've had that thing ready for this exact situation for YEARS

He feels shitty claiming "ownership" but he knows Ra's is the shitty one and Talia knows what Bruce really means.

Damian makes another very odd noise.

Anyway, Eira? Did Ra's forget that Tim is her fucking FATHER? They've got birth records RIGHT NOW stating that she belongs to HIM, proving her legal existence and citizenship and EVERYTHING.

The assassins hesitate. Bruce knows they're searching. He prays. Talia's hand finds his and squeezes. The marriage record is there, one hundred percent legal, witnessed, valid, only kept secret because thats what had suited them for so long.

The birth certificate... all those other documents...

Its clear the assassin is suspicious, but Bruce thanks God for Barbara’s speed, because the assassin can't tell him the records aren't there. Can't even prove they were dashed together by woman woman in the space of five minutes

"As you can see," Bruce says, grin downright feral, "They are both within my protection. Come one step closer to my family and it will be Ra's who violates the treaty

And I *will not hesitate* to call the entire Justice League to war."

The assassin scowls.

But they all melt away, conceding defeat.

When they're gone, Talia sways and nearly collapses again, but Bruce and Damian catch her and call for the car

They go home

Part 5

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Bat Family— Star Trek AU💫.

"Captain’s log, Stardate 688 09.9:

4 weeks in the big chair and it still takes me an extra second to remember it’s my final orders the bridge waits on. Today, my chatty science officer even told me “careful, Grayson; even a small leak can sink a great ship”. I told the kid I’d make sure to put it in my log so here it is.

It has been only 6 weeks since the so-called “New Gods” attacked the Federation, and the Long Shadows and its brave, young crew are not just grieving the loss of their captain but one of our world’s finest…;a man whom, despite our rocky history, I saw as a brother. Aboard the Federation’s lead emergency and rescue vessel, our crew is, on a daily, reckoning with the fallout of the final crisis in the Alpha Quadrant and the power vacuum left in its wake. Firefighting aside, our crew is also adapting, rather hurriedly, to the musical chairs in both senior and junior staff.

I began my career on the bridge of this fateful ship and somehow I always find my way back to it. It wasn’t long ago that I was a small, cocky, upstart ensign, masking tragedy with a smile. I was just lucky that my captain saw something he liked in me. “I’ll be head monkey before you know it” I used to tell Bruce and, cruelly, that was closer to the truth than I could have imagined. It’s strange how much of an imposter I feel in his chair— my chair now. Just weeks ago, I was commanding the Big Apple, which gives me more pleasure than I can say but…this— this ship is different; Bruce made it his and to take over as their captain? I should know more than anyone; the show must go on. I’ve spent too much time treating this role as a memorial. It’s time to properly redefine the role as my own. Life’s a carnival and it’s time I take the stage.

My first act as captain was appointing Ens. Wayne as my chief science officer; the very role I served under his father when I was an ensign no older than him. This may raise eyebrows but, while I can’t always excuse the kid’s abrasiveness and pride, I want it on record that I have my full confidence in his abilities. Ens. Wayne is a determined and focused officer whose brilliant thinking has already saved dozens of lives. Any sniff of bigotry regarding his Romulan heritage, on and off this ship, will be dealt with directly by me. And Miss Brown. He’s a diamond in the rough but I expect the rest of my seasoned bridge crew to rub off on him. There’s something written in the stars about a captain and their science officer, and there’s no one on this crew as ready as Damian to begin a new chapter in their story; we’re gonna be a hell of a duo.

I have worked closely with Counselor Brown since she returned to The Shadows from service on the medical vessel Katavi. Miss Brown is inspiringly driven. She’s a practiced medic though an unconventional choice for a counselor but I’m sure she’d take that as a compliment. She has a magnetic charm and a gift for connecting with others, and is a savvy diplomat when she remembers to not to think aloud. She was always prone to the odd risk, especially when lives are on the line in the field, though it’s safe to say that she never runs out of ideas. “If I was gonna play by the book, I’d have never left Earth,” she told me recently. Dr. Pennyworth claims she reminds him of…well, me but I don’t know, I don’t really see it. Perhaps the lines between bravery and recklessness are blurrier than I thought, and maybe every starship needs medics and counselors with Miss Brown’s unyielding dedication to the wellbeing of others.

It’s been a… a pleasure to serve alongside Cmdr. Gordon again, after almost 2 years. Sometimes it is…a lot to share a bridge with someone who’s known you so inti— known you for so long. Especially when tensions are high. Nonetheless, there is no one on this ship I trust more to set me straight if need be. In fact, there may be no one on this ship I trust more. This ship would have never left its dock if we didn’t have Cmdr. Gordon in charge of operations. Barbara’s truly the ship’s 411— if there were two of her, I’d opt to retire the ship’s computer. She’s a born leader; also responsible for the appointment of half of my senior bridge staff and she comfortably takes the big chair when required. We’ve always made a great team, which will mean a few clashes and compromises too. To whoever it may concern, we’ll keep things professional this time, I promise…

Lt. Cmdr. Bertinelli is a stellar security chief and it’s in these uncertain times that her very own Atlas of Organised Crime is consulted significantly, on and off this ship. I’ll admit that the two of us haven’t had the smoothest of working— or personal— relationships in the past but “the past” is all it is. I’m happy to call Helena one of my greatest allies— and friends. It’s been lovely to see someone so solitary find a family on board this ship. I may not always see eye-to-eye with Cmdr. Bertinelli but I have no qualms in saying that she would be a captain by now if Star Fleet tribunal and their rulings against her weren’t riddled with rigid hierarchies and double standards.

My 1st Officer, Lt. Cmdr. Kane, certainly knows how to run a tight ship. She has made it clear that she thinks mine lacks a little discipline and caution. Her security background really shows and we definitely have different styles in leadership but hopefully the Shadows can get the best out of both worlds. In her words; “this ship is facing a different breed of threat and disaster every day, so it needs a different breed of crew”. She’s happy to take the bridge when an away team is needed so she’s probably spent more time in the captain’s chair than I have by now. 

Lt. Cmdr. Montoya was an instrumental player in Star Fleet’s response to the final crisis and she is determined to honour the memory of the late Mr. Sage, whose post she has assumed. She’s a veteran investigator who’s quickly learning the ropes to service aboard a starship and she already sets a high bar on scouting and espionage assignments. Cmdr.s Kane, Montoya and Bertinelli, form a simply excellent criminal investigation team, although I won’t pretend to understand their more personal relationships with each other.

Doctor Pennyworth, as he was before, has been my rock. He’s the heart of this ship, and he does a solid job at keeping its crew alive and well. The Shadows just isn’t the Shadows without him.

It’s no secret how hard Lt. Drake is taking Capt. Wayne’s passing— his regular counselling sessions with Miss Brown too often end in a screaming match in the hallway. For the record, I stand by my decision to give Mr. Drake’s bridge posting to Ens. Wayne and put Mr. Drake in charge of engineering. The Ensign is a real prodigy and needs this show of good faith while Mr. Drake, who has been a brilliant science officer to Capt. Wayne for almost 4 years, deserved the chance to step out of his old captain’s shadow. Nonetheless, our relationship has soured since I, in his words, “kicked him off my bridge” but that is not to say I don’t have the utmost faith in his performance as our new chief engineer.

Lt. Cain has been distant…let me rephrase that— Lt. Cain has been taken to self-isolating since the captain’s passing. Counselor Brown says sometimes she’ll go almost an entire counseling session without saying a word. Funny enough, when I suggested joint sessions with Mr. Drake, the counselor told me to get out of her office. Babs— Cmdr. Gordon, sorry, insists Miss Cain will come around in time; she knows she is among dear friends. She continues to be reliable and cool under pressure at the ship’s helm, adept at assignments in zero-G, and a clinical melee fighter when it’s called for. Yesterday, I suggested that she also head combat training down at security and she smiled, so maybe she will take up that offer.

On a ship so aptly named, it’s hard to forget that old sins cast long shadows. We now reckon with both old foes and threats unforeseen, which place the now vulnerable Federation in jeopardy and expose the cracks in its facade. It’s almost as if the ship herself questions how well we learn from history, and how history will remember us."

[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 21

“You have the camera?” Marinette asked, spotting it resting in his hands.

Damian glanced down, making sure it was off before passing it over to her.

“Yes, I was filming a video.” He said, moving to lay down on the bed.

Marinette lifted her arms slightly, lifting the camera in her hands as she hummed. Damian shifted slightly, taking the opportunity to rest his head in her lap, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his forehead against her stomach.

Marinette giggled, setting the camera down beside her to run her fingers through his hair.

Damian sighed, melting into her touch as she started making little braids in his hair.

They hadn’t been allowed any sharp objects in their room, nothing that could cut their hair at least.

Both of them had had no other choice but to grow out their hair. Marinette’s hair had already been decently long, so it hadn’t been that much of an adjustment for her.

Damian on the other hand, had been struggling to keep his hair under control. He’d never had it past his ear before, and now it hung down to just above his shoulders.

He couldn’t say he completely hated it though, Marinette loved to play with it and he liked her hands on him equally as much.

“Merry Christmas.” Damian whispered, his head resting on Marinette’s thigh as she gently wove his hair into numerous little braids.

Marinette didn’t respond, remaining silent as she switched tasks.

She stopped braiding his hair, opting to run her hands over him.

She rubbed his shoulders, tracing the veins in his neck before moving up to his face.

Damain flipped over, rolling onto his back to give her better access to his face as she cupped his cheek.

“Can you set up the camera?” She asked, softly, her thumb stroking across his cheekbone.

Damian nodded, not wanting to move but entirely incapable of telling her no.

He sat up, positioning the camera so it would keep them in frame, even if they moved slightly.

He finished quickly, making sure it was recording before he climbed back onto the bed. He resumed his position on her lap, grabbing her hands and pulling them back to his face as he closed his eyes.

Marinette giggled, resuming her tracing of his features as he basked in her touch.

They stayed silent, neither wanting to interrupt the quiet moment as they rested with each other.

“Damian?” Marinette asked, her voice a whisper as she caressed his face.

“Yes?” He asked, catching one of her hands and pressing a kiss to her palm.

“I need you to promise that you won’t interrupt me.” She said, her voice cracking.

Damian froze, whether it was from her words themselves, the way her voice quivered as she said them, or the tears that dripped onto his face he couldn’t say. Cold fear gripped his heart.

Damian opened his eyes, taking in her tear-filled eyes as she pressed her lips together.

“What?” He asked, immediately shushed by the finger she placed over his lips.

“Please just promise.” She whispered painfully.

Damian nodded, catching hold of her wrist and pulling her hand away. He laced their fingers together, holding on tightly.

“I’m not going to make it out of here.” She started.

Damian sprung up, ready to protest when she silenced him with a sad look, forcing him to remember his promise not to interrupt.

“I know, I know you want us both to make it out of here but I’m sorry; I’m not going to make it, Damian.” She said, pulling him towards her to press her forehead to his.

“I’m dying, Damian.” She told him, her tears blending with his as they dripped onto their hands.

“I’m sick, and I’m not getting better. If things keep going like this, I am going to die.”

Damian shook his head vehemently, desperately trying to deny her of the truth they both knew.

Marinette let go of his hands, reaching up to cup his face with shaky hands.

“I’m going to die, Damian. So I want to tell you, before I can’t anymore.” She said, a sob catching in her throat.

“I love you.” She whispered into the breath of space between them.

Damian felt his heart stop. He felt his heart stop, his blood freeze in his veins in the same breath it took for it to thaw, for his body to regain it’s pulse.

He felt time freeze around them as the world ended and started all over again, right then and there, in the span of three, incredible words.

“I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.” Marinette whispered, her thumbs stoking his cheeks as tears spilled from her eyes.

“I love the way you always wake up before me, how you make sure to have everything ready for me by the time I get up. I love the way it feels when you hug me. I love the look in your eyes when you wait for me to catch some sly joke you made, and I love the crook in your smile when I finally get the joke.” She said, her voice shaking.

“I love how gentle you are with me, how you are always there no matter what I need. I love listening to you talk about your family. I love the sound of your voice in general really-” She said with a wet laugh.

“I love how warm you are and I love-” She broke off with a hiccup, shaking as she cried.

“I love you, Damian. I love you so so much and I just- I love you so much it hurts sometimes.” She said, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “I wanted to say it, at least once.” She whispered.

Damian was shaking, his arms coming up to wrap around her desperately as tears flowed from his eyes.

Damian squeezed her tightly, trying to meld her to himself as they cried together.

“…Can I speak now?” He asked, his voice small and strained.

Marinette nodded, her head bobbing up and down with the motion.

Damian pulled back, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her desperately.

Marinette let out a small, startled noise that was cut off almost immediately.

He kissed her, over and over again. Whispering his desperate “I love you”s in between each of them.

“I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He whispered against her lips, his forehead pressed against hers as he sucked in greedy breaths of air.

“I love you, Marinette. I don’t know when it started, I don’t care when either. I love you so goddamned much, Marinette. I don’t know how I lived in a world without you before all of this.” He told her, his voice trembling as he forced the words out.

“I want to take you home, have you meet my family and meet yours. I want to introduce you to my friends and try to win yours over.” He said, pressing kisses along the collum of her neck. “I want to show you off to the world and tell everyone else to cry about it ‘cause I got you. Because you chose me and not someone else.”

“I want to meet your family, ask your dad for his permission. I want to put a beautiful ring on your finger and have a nice home with you.” He proclaimed, pressing a gentle kiss to her left hand.

“I want to get old and wrinkly together and I will be damned if anyone takes our future from us.” Damian told her, kissing her tears away.

“I don’t care what deal I have to strike or what sacrifices I have to make, I am getting you home.” He swore, holding her hands against his forehead.

Marinette let out a sob, her shoulders shaking violently.

Damian let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two silver hoops.

He’d never expected them to actually see the light of day, but he couldn’t bare to throw them out.

Two bands, made from some random flimsy wire he’d found during one of his meetings with his mother.

They were his good luck charm, his hope and dreams bent into two matching circles.

Damian slid off the bed, getting on one knee as he stared up at Marinette.

Marinette let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with one hand as Damian captured the other one.

“I had hoped to do this with a better ring, in a much more beautiful place than this.” Damian said, giving her a watery smile.

Damian held up the makeshift ring, presenting it to Marinette.

“Will you marry me?” He asked.

Marinette nodded, forcing out a ‘yes’ through her hiccupping sobs.

Damian slid the ring on her finger, pressing a kiss to it before he stood up, pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

“When we get out of here, I’ll get you an actual ring.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and climbing into bed beside her. “I can’t wait to marry you for real.” He whispered, wrapping his arms round her in a hug.

Marinette let out a wet laugh, leaning back against Damian as he held her.

“Where’s the other one?” She asked sniffling softly.

“What?” He asked, peering up at her.

“The other ring, I thought I saw two.” She said, snuggling into him.

“Oh.” Damian said, handing her the other ring.

Marinette smiled, taking it and putting it on his finger.

She turned, kissing him softly and returning his hug.

“I love you, Damian.” She whispered.

“I love you, Marinette.” He whispered back, pulling her into his side.

They sat their, cuddled together and basking in their new relationship status when Marinette started giggling.

Damian looked over to her, his curiosity written plainly on his face.

“I told you to set up the camera to catch my confession, not your proposal.” She said, beaming smile in place despite her red eyes and pink cheeks.

Damian looked over to the camera, realizing that it was in fact, still recording.

“…I’ll get it later.” He said, snuggling deeper into her.

Marinette laughed, pushing his hair out of his face.

“It’ll run out of storage. And we should make sure the video is actually saved. I might want to play it at our wedding.” Marinette said with a cheesy smile.

Damian looked up at her, taking in the smile that made his knees go weak.

The smile that could win wars and shatter wills (particularly his).

Damian sighed, sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Fine, I’ll get it.” He said with a sigh, pressing another kiss to her lips before he started moving.

“How many times are you planning on kissing me?” Marinette asked with a laugh, a happy blush coating her cheeks.

“As many times as I can. I have months of kisses to catch up on.” He said, grabbing the camera and turning to face Marinette.

“Well, its a good thing you have the rest of a lifetime then.” She said happily, her beautiful smile lighting up the room.

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Could I request an ask on how the batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) react to male!reader resorting to drugs after a traumatic event and trying to stop his addiction for them? Like he tries to change for them and even goes as far as to try and tie himself to a chair kind of like the scene from tua with Klaus. (Idk if you do this but I’ve just been thinking about this for a while 😭)

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Dick Grayson:

Dick doesn't have much personal experience with drug issues, But he's not blind to why someone would feel the need to resort to them. However, he would be very hurt if you thought you couldn't talk to him about your problems. It won't be anger or disappointment, not towards you, but towards himself. He would feel like he failed you in a way. When you tell him you've been trying to stop, he will do everything he can to get you what you need for your recovery. Will be your number 1 supporter. Will also comfort you as much as he can when you do relapse, telling you, 'It's okay, listen to me, look at me,' cupping your face with his hand, his caring blue eyes looking into your teary ones, 'Don't say that, please. You're not back to where you began. That progress wasn't for nothing.'

Jason Todd:

Jason would have a panic attack; he would try to keep it together but couldn't stop his breathing from quicking or the Adrenaline induced by fear. He couldn't; he couldn't lose someone to drugs again; it would break him. Would pull you into a bear hug, his grip almost suffocating, to try and ground himself with tears rushing down his face. When you tell him you're trying to stop, he would also try to help, but more as a guiding hand. He knows it's something you need to do yourself. Will stay up with you all night, holding your hair or loose clothing as you're throwing up. Kissing your forehead for reassurance while you're venting about the things that caused you to start. 'You're not weak for trying to cope with drugs; it's just a part of human nature.', gently holding your hand so you can't scratch yourself. 'Let's focus on how strong you are right now. You realized you didn't want to use them anymore, and you're trying to get better.'

Tim Drake: Tim hasn't had much experience on any side of drug usage. However, he has experience on the mental health side. The feelings of worthlessness, just wanting to escape from your own head. Just wanting everything to be okay, at least for a second. He would do hours of research, analyzing every recovery case, trying to see which helped the most for the most people. It would help you find ways to cope with your mental health problems, so there's less likely a chance of relapse. If you do or something doesn't work, he will get so angry with himself, calling himself stupid, trying to see why it failed, and then doing more research. He would have you get rid of the rest of the drugs when you were ready, having you put the needles or other methods in the correct places. So you can feel that change within yourself, so you can feel more in control. 'I know that was hard, but you did it. I'm so proud of you.' hugging you firmly with his face resting on your neck as you cry, not in sadness but relieve.

Damian Wayne:

Damian, being the youngest, would need more understanding of the situation. 'It's simple!' he yelled, 'Just throw them away and stop using them!? You are in control of yourself; using drugs is just a sign of ill self-control and weakness.' Would throw away your drugs and the method of taking them right then and there. Forcing you to cut cold turkey. At some point, he would vent to Dick about your "Stupidity," and that's who sets the record straight with him. Explaining that isn't how drug addiction works. Dick would get you a medical check-up when Damian told him what happened. Seeing the seriousness, let alone silent boiling anger coming from Dick, would make him realize that he was being an ass. At that point, Damian would isolate himself in his room, disappointed in himself for hurting someone he cared about. He'd sit next to you, a person-size gap between you as guiltlessness fills him. 'I'm..' he paused, trying to find the right words, ' I'm sorry that I did that.' he would continue with eyes still looking towards the ground. 'I didn't understand the severity of the situation; you don't have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know I was sorry for my actions.' After that, he would have his family take care of everything else, and if you let him, he would try to be emotional support.

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Better Pt. 2

MINORS DNI: NO AGE IN YOUR BIO, BLOCKED.

Warnings: SMUTTTT, cursing, daddy kink, choking kink, I can’t think of anything else, enjoy.

You had been staying with Jake for a few days, at first. Which turned into weeks. Which turned into one full month. Some days you’d only see him an hour total, others you’d spend all your free time together. But no matter what your schedule was, Jake was always there to drive you into and home from work.

Once the shock of the Damian situation had calmed and you were back in your rhythm, you began looking at apartments. “Jake, honey, look at this one!” You’d gushed over take out one night. “There’s a balcony. Oh, I’ve always wanted one. I’d sit out there, listen to the rain, drink my coffee. Isn’t it lovely?” You ask. Jake nods his head. “It’s nice, Cariño. How many bedrooms?”

You check the listing details. “Looks like… two. But it says here there’s a den which is really another room, just smaller. I’d probably make a little library in there. And the best part? It’s within walking distance to work!” You add that last part excitedly but Jake shoots you down. “You won’t be walking no matter how close, Mi amor. Either I drive you, or we walk together.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. You click the tour icon on the website and schedule a showing. “Well I like it regardless. Will you come see it with me tomorrow?”

Jake gets a funny look on his face but hides it so quickly, you’re sure you’ve imagined it. “Of course, (y/n). We can get a coffee at that place you like and look at it in the morning.” You thank him, finish your food, and you both decide on a few more showings for the next week.

You wake the next morning with a memory that could have been a dream. Jake is already showered and dressed, odd considering you usually have to drag him awake before you leave for work. He’s sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. “Buenos dias, preciosa.” He offers with a small smile. “Morning… hey did you go anywhere after I fell asleep last night?” He creases his brow questioningly. “Not unless I was sleepwalking. Why?”

“I couldn’t remember if it was a dream or not but I could have sworn I heard you come in, hit a table, fall over, and tell someone to shut up.”

He laughed and went back to reading his paper. “Debe haber sido un sueño, muñeca. Hurry and get ready, we’ll be late for the showing.” You check the time and find you have about 20 minutes to get ready. “Shit!” You whisper and run toward the shower, bathing in record time before hurriedly throwing your wet hair into a bun, adding minimal makeup to your flushed face, and running into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. “How’s my time?” You tell to Jake in the kitchen. “5 minutes.” He states, standing and walking to the table by the door to grab his keys and put on his shoes.

You throw on a sun dress, some converse and run to the door, grabbing your purse. “Don’t say anything, I know I look like a mad woman, let’s go.” You slow jog out of the apartment, Jake following after, almost tripping over the same table he had the night before on the way.

* * *

The weeks worth of showings had turned to be a bust. After a long day of disappointment, you and Jake trudge back into his apartment. “ I mean how unlucky can I get? First a pipe burst, flodding the perfect place, then a rat infestation in the apartment on 4th, a FIRE!? A fucking fire!?” You sigh. “I’m so sorry, Jake, I’m really trying to leave, I swear. I’m sure you regret what you did now, huh?” You say it like a joke but he sees the sincerity in your eyes. “Look at me, (y/n). I would never EVER forgive myself if I let him continue doing what he did. And I don’t regret having you here. I actually enjoy your company, if you can believe it.” He pinched your cheek mockingly and you push his hand away, laughing.

“Well if I’m staying longer, I HAVE to make a home cooked meal. My treat. I got the ingredients the other day for what was supposed to be a celebratory meal but… ya know.” He smiles. “Can I help?” You shake your head. “Ni siquiera lo pienses, grandullón. You sit right there, watch the game, relax. This is a gift. A thank you… for being a great friend.” You walk away before he can say anything else and get to work in the kitchen frying chicken. Once that’s done and draining on the paper towel lined plate, you start on the sides; mashed potatoes and corn. Before you can load the steam bag in the microwave, you turn from the freezer to find Jake right behind you. You scream and clutch your chest. “Jesus, Jake! Warn a bitch!” You take deep breaths, taking in his face. He looks like he’s debating what he’s about to say… if he even should say anything at all.

“Did you mean what you said? That I’m a good friend?” You smile at him, lovingly. “Of course, Jakey, you’re my best friend, you know that.” You push his shoulder in jest and walk toward the microwave. “No, I guess that’s not what I’m saying…”

“Then what ARE you saying?” You giggle a bit, not seeing his tortured expression with your back turned. Once you push start, he’s spun you around, eyes locked on yours. “Am I only a friend?” He asks. “I uh- what?” He walks closer until you back up into the counter, his hands coming on either side of your body. “Am. I. Only. A friend to you?” You take a minute before responding, considering your wordage carefully.

“As of right now, yes.”

“And in the future?”

“That depends on you.”

“Depends on me how?”

“Depende de cuando te armes de valor para hacer un movimiento, amor.”

And suddenly he’s kissing you. His hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hands pulling his hair. It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, certainly never with Damian. Jake hitches your leg up on his hip, your skirt pulling up, exposing your clothed heat. His fingers inch slowly up your thigh when a beeping pulls you both out of the moment. The fucking corn.

“Déjalo, cariño. Go to the bed.” You don’t need to be told twice. He follows soon after, climbing on top of you and picking up where you left off. All the pent up tension between you leads to no need to much foreplay. Within minutes you’re undressed and writhing under him as he plants wet hot kisses against your neck. “Oh God, Jake, I need more.” You feel him smile. “Tell me what you want, muñeca.”

“I want you to fuck me.” And he does. Without so much as a warning, he pushes into you slowly, groaning. He picks up his pace, reaching between you to rub your clit in small circles, causing you to moan so loud you’re worried about the neighbors. “Waited so long to hear that sweet sound, mi amor. Come on, let’s see if you can make it again.” He pulls you up with an arm around your waist, causing his dick to hit right at that sweet spot. “Oh yes, yes!” You scream. You’re getting closer, but there’s one thing that you’re too afraid to ask for. He can tell you’re hiding something, and slows. “What is it, Cariño?”

Even with his dick fully inside of you, you blush beet red. “Okay I… there’s something that I like.. if you don’t feel comfortable you don’t have to but-“

“Tell me, (y/n)”

“I want you to choke me.” His eyes widen before darkening. “Tu deseo es mi comando.” He puts his hand on your neck applying a light but steady pressure and regains his rhythm. “Like that, baby?” He asks. You nod quickly, slowly losing your mind. He’s getting faster and you don’t know where it came from when, “Harder, daddy” falls out of your mouth. He stops. You stop. “I’ve never said that before. Oh my God.” You’re so embarrassed you could die, but Jake leans down and whispers in your ear, “I prefer Papi.” He picks up like he never stopped, and with more vigor.

“Say it, Cariño. Let me hear you.” You cry out in pleasure. “I’m close, Papi. Please, please let me cum!” You see his eyes almost roll in his head. “Let go, bebita. Let me feel you.” That’s all it takes for the band to snap and you’re seeing stars, your cunt squeezing him tight, causing him to cum with sputtered thrusts.

Once you’ve both calmed down, Jake kisses your forehead and gets up, walking to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you up. Once he’s satisfied, he climbs into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You’re both quiet for a moment. “Háblame, niña bonita. What’s going on in that head of yours, eh?” You smile. “That was perfect… but I don’t know what it means.” You say with a frown. He kisses the top of your head. “I don’t do that with just anyone, (y/n). You know that, we’ve known each other for years. And how many women have I been with?”

“Well… none.” He smiles and continues. “And why do you think that is?” “I always assumed it was your lack of social skills.” You joke, eliciting a laugh from him. “No, niña tonta. I was… I was waiting for you. So what this means-what it CAN mean, if you want, is that I’m yours and you are mine.” You grin like you win the lottery. Which, come on, you did. “I think I’ve always been yours, Jakey. I was just too dumb to admit it and too scared to leave.”

“Well I’ll always protect you, mi amor. Forever.”

*. *. *.

Jake was sure you were asleep next to him so he slipped his arm out from under you and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. He flicked on the light and opened the trifold mirror to speak with Steven and Marc who hadn’t shut up about what he’s done all day.

“You’re lying to her, you know that, right?” Steven starts off, coming in hot.

“I’m not lying I’m just… not telling her everything. She doesn’t need to know.” Jake states, crossing his arms.

“Well for what it’s worth, I think Jake is doing the right thing.” Marc says.

“Gracias, hermano.” Marc nods back. “He’s keeping her at arms length, that’s good. Don’t get too close.” Jake rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“We are a part of you, bruv! She deserves to know that truth about who you are. Who we are! And don’t you think we deserve her too? We’re all in love with her, you nitwit.”

Marc scoffs but they all know he feels the same way, just too scared to admit it. Jake doesn’t know what else to say so he just huffs out, “I’ll start telling her the truth just… give me time.” He closes the mirror and walks back out. Laying next to you sleeping peacefully, his heart aches. Of course you deserve the truth. You deserve the world. But he’s not ready to share yet. So he decided to try telling you some other truths.

“Cariño…” he starts, his voice a whisper. “I think I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you. I walked in after driving that cab all night and saw you smiling at me and you just… lifted me up. You made me feel something. The more I got to know you, the more I fell. You are the kindest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I can’t imagine a life without you in it.” You don’t stir so he kisses your cheek and rolls over to fall asleep, but decides against it to tell you just one more thing.

In the quietest whisper he says, “I was the one who sabotaged those apartment viewings.” No sound from you. He lays down on the pillow and before he’s drifts off he hears; “I knew it.”

“ah mierda.”

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The Jason Todd Anomaly

Chapter 4: I’ll Buy Breakfast

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Fandom: Red Hood

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is curious about Y/N and keeps an eye on her at the gym

Chapter 3, Chapter 2, Chapter 1

This was the fourth day in a row that Jason found himself at the gym with Y/N.  He had moved his training time, wanting to keep an eye on her and what exactly she was doing at his gym everyday.  He suspected she might be that idiot masquerading as a vigilante but so far she wasn't giving any tells.  He was off training by himself, lifting weights, using the speed bag, but still watching as Y/N trained with Marco.  Once she was coming to use the weights he would bounce, not wanting to actually talk to her.  He couldn't figure her out all the way.  He had looked her up, she wasn't anything super special, she was born in Gotham, lived in a decent neighborhood, was in college before everything went to shit.  Now she worked at the GCPD as a record keeper and the chief's assistant, and trained a lot.  Other than that he couldn't find anything about her that was suspicious.  His next step was to go to her apartment, search around and see what he could find.

But for now, he was working the speed bag while Y/N stretched in the ring, waiting for Marco.  When he came out of his office he called out to Jason, walking beside the ring, his arm in a sling.  Jason walked over, already not liking this.  Y/N looked between the men, standing straight up again.

"Can you get in there and help out Y/N today?  Obviously I can't hold the pads for drills and since I got shot I need to go to the police station and fill out paperwork," he said.  Jason scowled a little but Marco just stared at him expectantly.  Jason finally grunted and nodded, clearly annoyed but he couldn't argue with Marco.  The man had been around forever and he respected the man, so he climbed into the ring.  "Thanks man, I'll be back in awhile, lock up when you guys leave."  He headed out the door and Jason grabbed the pads.

"You all ready to start?" he asked, sounding bored.  Y/N nodded and put on her gloves as Jason held up the pads for crossover drills, left, right, duck, just like Marco had showed him.  "So why are you here all the time?"

"I...got mugged...cut pretty bad...wanted to...protect myself..." she answered, throwing her punches as she went.  She stopped for just a moment, showing him a scar along her bicep.  "Took 150 stitches and a lot of rehab to get me going again."  Jason nodded.

"I have one like that" he said, turning his calf to show her a scar that looked similar to hers.  "150 stitches as well."  He held up the pads again for her to keep running drills.  "Do you live here or the safe zone?"  He didn't know why he was making conversation with her.  He knew all this, he could just do this in silence, but he was curious, maybe she would drop some information for him, give him a sign of her being Anomaly.

"I live in the Safe Zone, this just happens to be the only gym I like, we only have the GCPD gym and it sucks" she said.   "What about you?  You still live in the Wayne building?" He shook his head.  "Why not?  Its in Two Faces territory but I'm sure you guys could afford to pay his tolls."

"None of us live there, or want to live there.  I don't know about the others but I don't personally like living where Bruce supposedly raised us" he said.  He tossed the pads and put on some gear to do some sparring.  Y/N wiped her head with a towel, taking a sip of water.  She was watching him curiously.

"Supposedly raised you?  Didn't he adopt you?" she asked.  He nodded slowly before shrugging.

"I was the second kid, and a troublemaker on top of that.  Dick was the one who listened, Tim was always quiet, stayed out of the way, and Damian was Bruce's actual kid and an absolute fucking troll.  Plus, Bruce is not a great dad, I think he only adopted us for the clout" he said.  Y/N cocked her head to the side as he got into position.  She seemed to decide against saying anything and they started sparring.  She was good, using her weight and muscle to slow down his speed.  They sparred pretty hard for awhile before sitting and removing the headgear.  Y/N took a drink before tossing Jason her water.  He drank and splashed some on his hair.

"So sounds like you rejected that silver spoon life" she said.  "Privilege not your thing?"  He shrugged.

"I wanted to be more than just some rich guys charity case" he said.  "He wanted us to be little soldiers of good, show off how great he was, I couldn't do that."  He rubbed a hand through his hair.  This was all true, he just left out the fact that Bruce did train them to be good little soldiers.  Jason just wasn't a good man.  "What about you?  You got mugged, decided to train up to be what?"

"I just was tired of being afraid, tired of people bullying me" she said.  "I mean, you've noticed I am not stereotypical in my appearance, I've always been bullied and I'm just, so tired of it.  So I won't be bullied again, not by kids at school, and not by random muggers trying to steal my wallet."  She looked over at Jason.  "Are you hungry?"

"Um, ya actually," he said.  She nodded and stood, offering him her hand.  He took it and stood, starting to untape his hands.  "We could go to the diner?  Meet at the door in 20 minutes?"  She nodded and headed to the locker room.

Jason waited for a minute at the door, now dressed in his jeans and white tshirt, leather jacket over his arm as he checked him phone.  He glanced up when Y/N came out of the locker room, dressed in jeans and long sleeved shirt, her hair down and flowing down to just below her chest.   He couldn't lie, she was pretty, very pretty.  And...what was he thinking?  He shook himself and pushed open the door for her.

"Thanks, um I'm buying breakfast," she said, heading out the door.  She waited for Jason to lock up, watching him slide on the leather jacket.  Damn, he was annoying but he was also super hot, and for a second she imagined what it would be like to have those arms around her but then she dropped the thought.  He finished locking up and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm the one with the neverending money stream, I'll buy breakfast," he said.  She shrugged and nodded.  Sure, let the rich kid pick up breakfast.  She didn't know  where this seeming friendly rapport was coming from, they had been at each others throats just last week, but she didn't hate it.  He was a pretty good trainer and when she talked he actually seemed to listen to her.  She heard his phone go off and he answered, frowning and hanging up rather quick.

"Everything ok?" she asked.  He quickly put a mask of content on his face and nodded.

"Ya, I think it was a wrong number, no one was there" he said.  She knew he was lying but who was she to question him?  If he wanted to keep something private she would let him.  "Anyway, why didn't you just leave Gotham?  I know there's ways to get out of the city."

"I grew up here, I mean, we all saw Batman and now the Robins, they make everyone think they can be safe here.  Although the only one who seems to actually to have done anything is Red Hood, if I was going to pick any of them I would probably put him in charge," she said.  Red Hood was annoying when he was getting in her way but in the grand scheme of things he was the one actually making a permanent change, not just putting a bandaid on the situation in the city.  She looked at Jason and saw he looked surprised as he held the diner door open for her.   "What?"

"Red Hood?  You think Red Hood is the one that should be running the place?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise.  No one actually liked Red Hood, they were either scared of him or thought he was a loose canon that needed taken down.

"He actually makes change, and good changes.  I mean, everyone here is fed, there are supplies, really low crime even compared to the safe zone, and he actually is gaining territory" she said.  "He's doing something right." Jason smiled a little bit as they sat down and were brought coffee.   "Now...you said you were buying right?"  He nodded.  "Awesome."

[danimorgan2004]

reasons pt 3

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my friend from school” I said, going to the monitor and printing out his file and sticking it in a folder before going to the display case with my suit in it.

“Okay crazy idea” Damian said

“We’re listening” Tim said smiling at our brother

“Well if Dani knows him then we can set up a trap and convince him to come back here. I’ll train him and when we all think he’s ready we can send him out on patrol with one of us” Damian said reading his file again

“He has a record of stealing parts off of cars. What if we used dad’s BatMobile for bait?” Tim said thinking out loud.

“I’ll go. Jason goes when a pretty lady calls. Keys” I said and Damian tossed me the keys from the display

“Be careful” Damian and Tim say together.

I suit up quickly and take the elevator down to the Bat garage. I get in the BatMobile and drive into the part of Gotham Jason usually gets picked up in and park in an alley and get out. I fixed my mask a little and walked down the alley out of view and waited in the dark watching the car.

I spent a solid 20 minutes waiting before the exact person I was waiting for made an appearance. I watched Jason look at the car and then behind him for a second as if he was contemplating doing it. 

“Fuck it” He said before squatting down and starting to fumble with the rims.

I stood from my spot and crept over to him silently.

“Stealing from Batman? Really?” I said scaring him

“No, I… I was just-”  he started

“It’s okay and I’ll let you off as long as you do me a favor” I said happy he hasn’t recognized me yet

“Um, Why?” He asked

“I assume you know Bruce Wayne?” I asked 

“Who doesn’t?” He asked rhetorically

“Bruce Wayne has an offer to make with you. But you have to come with me” I said

He looked skeptical for a second before fixing whatever he did to the wheel and standing up. I looked at him more closely and that’s when I noted the bruises on his face and the tired expression he wore like it was normal for him. I knew right then and there he was in more need of my help than I knew.

“Get in and don’t touch anything” I said getting in at the same time he did

Jason got in the car and I drove off quickly. Not signaling my turn out of the alley I jump into traffic and weave my way around the other cars till I reach the secret road down to the Garage.

“Who are you?” He asked, staring me down, Hard.

“I don’t have a name yet but I think you know me by a different one anyways” I said looking at him briefly.

“Your voice sounds so familiar and I want to be wrong but I don’t think I am” he said looking at me really concentrating on my face as I drove.

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Now be quiet for a second” I said before dialing Tim on the coms

“Batmobile, Are we in the presence of our guest?” Tim asked, being discreet without saying my name.

“He’s here and we’re on our way back, you two better be suited up when I get there” I said sternly so Tim would listen

“Way ahead of you isn’t that right Robin?” Tim asked

“Alright, alright I get it Red. I’m pulling in now, I said as I got a little closer to the house to the point where you could see the outline of it before I took the tunnel in.

“Wait this is-” 

“Wayne Manor, yeah” I said as I put the car in park and got out.

Jason got out and followed me to the elevator and we went up to the cave and walked towards the boys who were watching a news report on the screen.

“Red Robin, Robin meet Jason Todd” I said getting their attention

Tim was the first to reach out and shake his hand, Damian sent him a salute instead 

“So do we tell him who we are now or do we wait?” Damian asked

I took my mask off and unzipped my suit so I was wearing my skinny jeans and tank top again while the three boys just stared at each other confused. I put my suit back in its case.

“Flannel” I said

Damian tossed me the shirt and I threw it on before walking past Jason, Tim and Damian and sit in the chair to look at the news

“Jason, welcome to the Bat Family. This is the Bat Cave” I said turning to face them

Jason looked at me and turned bright red.

[theredheaded-stuff]

Another request/ask/answer thingy:

The Bat fam are shopping and a lady stops them frantically and excitedly asking if Dami was between the ages of 7-19 and when Bruce confirms he is the lady hands him a paper and holds out a clip board telling him all about their talent show (like how little girls do beauty pageants and stuff, Since Damian has numerous talents: playing violin, numerous instruments, painting, I’m sure singing and dancing (I doubt Talia wouldn’t make sure he knew how to do such things) and that she’s always observed just how talented the Wayne’s are and that Damian would be perfect to enter in the contest and that the deadline is 5:00pm. And Bruce politely declines and a couple of kids-snotty rich ones that Dami recognizes form his class come up to make fun of him and snicker saying Dami wouldn’t really do too well in a talent show, while making racist comments about his heritage. So Dami decides to go back and sign up PURELY to prove to them that whether he’s fully white, Arabic, Chinese, or whatever it doesn’t matter because in a talent show…having talent and confidence is ALL that matters…two things Damian definitely excels perfectly in.

1.) how does the Batfam (this includes Anastasia) react to Damian entering a talent show, because he’s never done something like that before?

After entering word gets out that Damian Wayne entered and the list went from 4 contestants to 20-30, so The entire Batfam (Alfred as well) show up to support their little gremlin, go back stage to see Dami and see him getting ready. Dick is helping out on anything he needs his outfit, makeup to help his green eyes pop more, and Alfred his helping with his hair.

Dami’s outfit: https://nataliarw2004.tumblr.com/post/686169086929108992/what-damian-would-wear-while-figure-skating-for-a

2.) how does the Batfam, Kent’s, & Diana react to Damian’s outfit and hair in the link?

Dami apologizes to Jon about canceling their afternoon movie for this and Jon is okay with it because this is cooler and they should both enter again.

Batfam leave they make fun of the other talents because the age range is 7-19 (so form Jon & Damian to Tim and Steph) and they were bullying Dami so payback, even the Kent’s and maybe a little of the JL show up especially Clark and Diana.

The Batfam think dami will do the violin or paint, but their not sure because Dick and Alfred coached Damian on choosing what he was gonna do and kept it from everyone else as a surprise….so when it’s Damian’s turn….he’s smiling brightly like a regular child his age looking happy and excited before confidently pulling off an amazing singing and ice skating act and it was amazing because the Batfam didn’t even know Dami could sing or ICE SKATE!-they were sure he could dance but not sing..he def got Bruce’s singing voice.

Dami’s determined to win because he wants to prove to those rich kids that he’s capable of competing and winning in talent shows regardless of his race.

Damian’s Performance: https://href.li/?https://youtu.be/q_c3hBrrcOs

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3.) how does The Batfam, the Kent’s, & Diana react to Damian’s ice skating performance?

4.) at 2:29-2:36 Damian flirts with the crowd with such charisma it would make Dick proud as it gets an especially large cheer from the crowds, how does the Batfam, kent’s, & Diana react to Damian’s flirting?

5.) how do they react to the crowd cheering loudly when Damian flirts with the crowd?

Damian’s singing and song he chose: https://youtu.be/hsmHt7vD4QE

6.) how does the Batfam & Kent’s & Diana react to Damian’s singing voice?

Let’s be honest Dick is prolly in the walk way holding a huge camera in his hand recording and reciting some of the dance moves like a mom just like the mom did in Mean Girls during the plastics Christmas dance.

7.) how does the Batfam, Kent’s, & Diana react to seeing Dick holding a huge camera and dancing in the walkway like the mom from Mean girls did during their Christmas dance?

Damian wins of course.

8.) how does Dami, Batfam, Kent’s, & Diana react to Damian wining getting a 10/10, 11/10, & a 11/10 as his score?

some of them were holding back their laughter, after all Damian again proving that he doesn't take shit home and that he has several talents, Dick was a little worried because Damian didn't do this before maybe Damian got hurt with the comment

They' find the outfit the cutest, some.of them talk some not, but i can say that everyone got a lot of photos, and i can also add that now Jon can brag to everyone in the contest that his friend have so many talents and didn't saw anyone doing better

Clark and Lois at first we're worried that Damian might fall but after some time they started to cheer and cheer up Damian from the audience, Bruce is quite proud and every other siblings looks surprised but well they're proud of their lil bro, Diana is cheering in loud voice, and if anyone even dare say something bad about her almost-nephew she gonna seriously start a fight.

They're all laughing, Jason is recording to save for Bribery, Damian is really good at the performance and talking to people

They're all just can't keep but also cheer to him, seriously if Damian didn't win this somehow something is really wrong with the Contest

Bruce loved it, well sincerely he was totally marveled, his dad used to sing to him when was sleep time so he was totally proud, Tim is putting this on YouTube and better Damian receive all the likes he deserves, Cass may or may be thinking on starting pick Damian to her Dance performances too, Dick is actually recording and saving it to himself.

They can't help but cannot stop the smiles of appear on their faces, Jason and Stephanie are legally thinking on go dance with Dick too, Diana is actually going and everyone is crackling.

They are not surprised but this doesn't mean they're not happy, they're literally cheering with everyone, Damian deserved this and deserved a lot more

Batfam is concerned and proud of having this little jewel on family and now knowing that he gonna do everything if you tease him enough, this knowledge gonna be saved.

Diana totally thinks on invite the Wayne's to any party that shows up to see the reactions of the rest of the fam to Damian's singing voice

Now that the Kents know that Damian can dance let just say that he can't Avoid participating in the festival dances

[fantastic-wiles]

Incomplete Draft 

I’m not posting this one to AO3

Damian sniffles as he pulls his arms through his winter coat. It was snowing heavily outside, Alfred was busy salting the driveway, and Damian might just be coming down with a cold. Nevertheless, Damian wouldn’t allow that to affect his perfect attendance record, so he ignored the buildup in his nose. Grayson always expressed how important it was to go to school. For Damian, it wasn’t so much for the grades, but rather, for the socialization. Dick thought he should interact with other people his age. Damian had yet to tell him that he considered them all inferiors with little conversational skills.

Damian pats down his winter coat with satisfaction. Then, with intentions to join Alfred outside, he heads for the door.

Only to stop when Dick calls out for him.

“Damian!”

Damian inwardly groans as Dick’s feet patter down the stairs. However, distantly, he was impressed the Dick managed to reel in his impulsive behavior. Dick had a habit of embarrassing himself by sliding down the railing. Damian wasn’t sure what kind of thoughts would provoke him to be such a dummy.

“I almost forgot,” Dick says. He approaches Damian, grabs his head, and then pulls him into his side. Damian tries to keep down the red on his cheeks as Dick squeezes him. “I can’t let you go without saying goodbye!”

“I won’t be long,” Damian grumbles. “It’s not as if I’m leaving forever. You act as if we’ll be parting for all of eternity, never to see each other again.”

Dick releases his hands only to smooth down Damian’s hair. “Eight hours might as well be eternity,” he teases.

“You’re a sap,” Damian mutters.

Dick roams his eyes over Damian’s form. Something must be off because he frowns. Then, his hands lower from Damian’s head, and drift down to Damian’s coat. Damian makes a protest. “I am perfectly capable of doing that myself!”

“Yes, but you didn’t,” Dick points out. He grabs Damian’s zipper, takes his time hooking it into the rigged edges, and then pulls it up with one smooth motion. Damian mumbles something under his breath as Dick next starts working on Damian’s buttons.

“Alfred is waiting for me,” Damian says.

“He’ll have you,” Dick replies, distracted, “after I’m done making sure you’re warm.”

“It’s not as if the cold will kill me.”

“I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I have a superior immune system. It is unlikely that I would get sick.”

Damian understood he was already sick, but he was willing to say anything to keep his pride. Dick fussing over him made him feel like a little child. It wasn’t a bad feeling, not necessarily, but Damian couldn’t give into such sentiments. It was weak. It could hold him back in battle. Damian didn’t want to be compromised.

Even so, that didn’t stop his face from feeling warm, or his chest.

“There we go,” Dick says. He draws back, examines Damian’s form, and then nods with satisfaction.

Damian looks down at himself. He might not look like it, but he felt like an astronaut. Ready to traverse an environment he wasn’t familiar with. Padded with protective clothing.

Damian reaches up to rub at his nose. He sniffles, lowers his hand, and then freezes.

Oops.

Dick stands across from Damian in complete silence.

Then, after one-minute passes, Damian decides to head for the door.

“Damian,” Dick calls after him with a serious tone. “I don’t think so.”

Damian stops at the door, leans his head against the wood, and then sighs.

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Whumptober 2022

Day 12! Took me like two weeks to start crossposting again, which I think is a personal record. Go me! 

TW for blood 

at all costs

Damian probably should have informed someone that he was following a lead. But he has a tracker in his suit and he is fully capable of defending himself. Richard and Father will probably chastise him when he returns, but for now, it is only a small mission, one he could perform half asleep.

Damian has taken the photographs he needed and met the informant who gave him the lead in the first place, so he supposes he can’t put off the inevitable dressing down. He knows Richard won’t treat him like an idiot, an incapable child, but Father is a different story.

He might be banned from patrol for this. If he is, he will simply use the time to solve some more cases through vigorous detective work. Perhaps he will focus on the drug smugglers Todd brought to their attention.

Damian’s mind works through what he knows of the case as he returns home, taking familiar paths across Gotham’s rooftops. Sometimes, thought he’d never tell Father, Damian misses the days when it was just him, Richard and Brown, defeating criminals and going on outings. They still occasionally do activities and Damian goes along with them, although he will never say karaoke is his favourite event.

(it is his favourite. they have a standard booking at the same place every two weeks)

Hm. He will have to look around the eastern docks. The western docks are Sionis territory, so these new smugglers must be operating out of there, he decides.

Damian debates surveilling the docks now, but he remembers in time that Cain and Drake are coordinating a sting there. He’d have to work with Drake if he went now, and the two of them have it well in hand.

Homeward bound it is. At least, that is Damian’s plan before a group of League assassins melt out of the shadows around him. They’re good, he didn’t even notice them following him. He also recognises them- his grandfather’s handpicked assassins, his inner circle, loyal to him above all others. Even if Mother attempted to sway them from attacking Damian, she would be unsuccessful.

One assassin, Amir, if Damian recalls correctly, steps forward. Grandfather’s favoured lieutenant.

“Ibn al Xu’ffasch. The Demon’s Head recalls you.” Amir states formally and Damian scowls. If his grandfather thinks he is coming back to him, he must be going senile in his old age.

“We have been instructed to bring you in at all costs.” Amir adds. At all costs…. Grandfather would use the Lazarus Pit to resurrect Damian if one of his assassins killed him. “All costs” include Damian’s life.

He really should have informed someone where he was going. Damian subtly presses a button on his gauntlet that will send a Mayday signal to Richard, and readies himself for a fight.

Amir sees the moment Damian prepares to fight and reacts as quickly as expected. Damian barely gets his sword up in time, realising that he is woefully outmatched. Amir was always a challenge to fight back home, and now there are twelve other assassins supporting him.

Damian blocks another blow from Amir and ducks under a slash from behind. Rania, he thinks, and then chides himself for getting distracted during a fight.

He manages to stay uninjured for four minutes, before someone finally draws blood. It’s a bad hit too, a long, deep cut down Damian’s forearm. Worse still, it’s his dominant hand, and although he’s been trained to fight ambidextrously, it’s still a hinderance.

He knows Richard will be making his way here as fast as possible but a fight can go wrong in a split second and he’s not sure he has the time to wait.

He manages to knock one assassin unconscious and get another out of the fight via their Achilles tendon meeting his sword. That still leaves ten and Amir, and they’ve only been fighting for six minutes. Richard is patrolling the Bowery tonight, at least ten minutes from Damian’s location.

He fights on.

Damian receives another blow, a jagged slice across his abdomen. It makes it difficult to bend and move, vital components of his fighting style. His arm is still bleeding, making the hilt of his sword slip in his hands.

He finds himself on the ground a few moments later, stars sparking in his vision. Amir looms over him, about to knock him out, when a black and blue shadow kicks him in the side of the head. Richard has perfect timing, as usual.

Amir falls and Richard lands in front of Damian, guarding him from the other assassins. A gun fires somewhere to Damian’s left and he realises Todd has come too.

It’s a thing of beauty to watch Richard fight, Damian thinks. He disarms Rania first, as she attempts to split him open. A short crackle of electricity and she slumps to the ground beside Amir.

Todd is fighting deeper in the alley way, while Richard stands over Damian’s prone self. His vision is blurry now, and he’s shivering, signs of blood loss.

Two assassins swarm Richard and a graceful flip gives him the room to lash out with his escrima. One catches the man on the side of the head and a low whine sounds as the stick discharges. The woman is wielding twin daggers, and Richard easily catches the daggers with his escrima.

A quick twist and she is disarmed. She uses a nearby bin to gain height, trying to get her legs around Richard’s neck to drag him to the ground. He bends backward, leaning into the throw, and shrugs her off. She hits the ground and he’s instantly on her, sure hands finding her pressure points and sending her to sleep.

Todd’s guns have stopped now and Richard is facing the last assassin. Damian should be embarrassed that his brothers have defeated his enemies in ten minutes, while it took him six to disarm two of them, but he’s not. He’s grateful they are there, and strangely proud of their skills.

Todd is League trained too, and Richard has League influences from Father’s fighting style, but they both have flair of their own. It’s evident to see as Richard executes a flawless spinning kick, dealing with the last assassin easily.

“All good, Red?” He asks and Todd calls back an affirmative. Richard kneels down beside Damian and carefully inspects his wounds, pulling some bandages from his belt to stem the bleeding.

“The assassins?” Damian asks weakly, needing to know.

Dick smiles tightly at him as he presses down on the bandages.

“Hood’s dealing with them.” He says quietly and Damian nods, leaning back against the brick. Richard is much more flexible than Father, although he doesn’t kill. But his Grandfather’s assassins would’ve have kept coming until they dragged Damian back to Nanda Parbat. Todd’s solution is. Permanent.

“You’re in for it when you’re healed, Baby Bat. You could’ve mentioned where you were going!” Richard scolds gently and Damian sniffs.

“My mission was perfectly successful. I was merely interrrupted.” He responds and Richard laughs.

“Hear that, Hood? He was interrupted.” He says and Todd barks out a laugh, coming into the light beside Richard. There’s blood spattered across both of their uniforms, and perhaps Damian should be repulsed. But they are his brothers, and he’s certainly been covered in more blood than this.

He’s not repulsed. He feels safe. It’s probably strange, but Damian doesn’t care. His brothers keep him safe. That’s all he needs to know.

[sardonic-sprite]

Dad!Tim AU chapter 5

Part 1

• While Damian and Bruce get Talia to the medbay, Babs calls the others home from patrol for a family meeting

• They all meet in the cave, everyone shocked to see Talia, and sure enough Jason's ready to lop off some heads if only they were closer

• Bruce explains, slightly pink in the face, about the altercation and admits to the secret marriage license

• I FUCKING KNEW IT Dick shrieks

• "I DID know it," Jason says, sticking out his tongue.

• Damian is pissed that he did not know it but he wanted it, so he says he knew it

• Tim is listening with wide eyes, clutching a sleeping Eira so so close against his chest and trembling slightly because, God, the league was HERE, they were going to TAKE HER AWAY and probably KILL HER or or use her against him, and...

• Steph quietly asks if she can hug him, and Tim sags in her arms

• Bruce and Babs and even Talia rush to reassure him that its ok. The records are in place now, that makes it DAMN hard for ra's to do anything, and once they... well they dont HAVE to but if they make it publicly known that Eira is TIMS the way Damian is BRUCES then Ras will well and truly be powerless

• Tim nods grimly. He knows what all the socialites will think, what the board will think, the general popualtion... he knows he's in for all the judgment and scrunity and insults that come with being a teen dad but if it keeps Eira safe then he doesn't fucking care

• He tucks her closer under his chin and she makes a sleepy itty bitty sound, tiny fingers fisting in his shirt. Her peach-fuzz hair is so so soft against his jaw. He imagines for a split second if he doesnt come out and claim her, if Ra's, if...

• He moves his hand to protect her head and dips his own head to kiss her. He wont let it happen. He cant.

• Babs clears her throat

• She explains that she had started a fake birth certificate a while back, but hadn't brought it to Tim yet because she didnt want to overwhelm him, thinking they had time. Shes got Eiras DOB, sex, height, weight, and Leslie's signature and date to say that she delivered the kid and saw her through to discharge

• She was going to have Tim physically sign it, but had to forge it instead

• Tim tells her thats fine. He can scribble right on top if they want, but she does good work.

• Babs still.looks uncomfy.

• A few others seem to realize why

• She explains softly that the reason she'd waited was because she didn't want to make him think about what to put down for Eira's mother.

• The room goes still

• Babs takes a deep breath and works through her split-second logic, eyes pleading for tim either to understand or forgive

• There was no way for her to forge something as Eira's birth mother, even if she had thought Tim would want that

• "I don't" he mutters. She doesn't deserve that. Not after she let Ra's (try to) KILL the baby she raped Tim to get

• Babs rushes, almost stumbles, through her explanation of why she didn't create a fictitious woman - how the hell to account for her and how they met, because there WOULD be questions, the possibility that Ra's could poke holes without a woman who could and would support the claim, the way it felt so degrading to Tim to make up some random rapist that would never be brought to justice or random lover who'd end up as some Unspoken Of Shame because a sympathetic human could never be produced...

• She takes a deep breath and says that if Tim had been older, she would have claimed Eira herself, be the one to take the "fall" for not having done the whole thing sooner. But Tim’s ten years her junior, she's been too publicly involved with Dick, and it would force them into a charade that would be too long and public and awkward for either of them

• Tim slowly nods and agrees, no offense babs, but he doesn't want to pretend he trysted with his big brother's girlfriend

• She nods and takes a deep breath and says that she... she forged Steph's signature for Eira's mother

• Tim's eyes widen

• Steph goes very still

• Barbara rushes to explain that she KNOWS they're not like that, but they ARE so so close, if it came to speaking up to something Ra's tried to pull, steph could and would, based on eira's looks, she COULD pass as their genetic daughter, steph already knows the whole story and wouldn't need to be brought up to speed, she already adores Eira, and Steph, she knows... she knows... she doesnt, she SWEARS she didnt choose her judt because...

• "Its ok" Steph says softly

• It... was a shock, for a minute. It still feels a bit weird, under her pounding heart. Because Steph already has a baby. Except she gave it up. Suddenly, in the eyes of... everyone, she's a mom again, but Eira isn't her kid. She didnt carry her, birth her, nurse her. Steph was not a person you trusted to be a mother

• At fifteen, she reminds herself. She's 18 now. She's 18, and her one act as a mother WAS to ensure her child went to a good, loving, stable home, the one she couldn't have provided.

• But now... she still doesn't have her act together, but this baby's dad is THERE. He's also got a huge family thats *there* and a house. Money for anything Eira needs. Steph... Steph isn't goingnto be tryijg to do it alone.

• And she and Tim aren't together, she doesn't know if they will again or wont but still, they've been best friends for years, they've gotten through their fights, and she KNOWS him. She loves him, and she loves Eira. And maybe that's enough. Just that she loves them and they love her, and *need* her too. Besides, Babs already signed her name

• Steph finds a smile, and hugs Tim and Eira a little tighter. His eyes are wide and worried, looking at her

• "Hey, I'll claim your lil cutie any day," she says

• Tim feels something unwind in his chest. He doesn't think he'd have ever asked but... but Steph feels right. He almost wishes it could be the way they're going to say it was. He can't summon a picture of mom and dad kind of love without wanting to throw up, but. He and Steph aren't and don't have to be that. She's the best friend hes ever had and... and best friends can raise a kid together

• Because he knows Steph will commit. If they're saying Tim is Eira's dad and Steph is Eira's mom... they used to talk about how their parents had done things, how they refused to follow those examples. But he and Steph have been a team for a long time. They can be a team in this. They're a good team.

• "She has your eyes," he jokes, rather weakly, but when their eyes meet, he knows they're both agreeing. They both look at babs and nod

• She looks incredibly relieved, even as she assures them both that she would have asked if she had ANY more time, and shes sorry she didn't

• But its ok. Tim looks around at his family. His dad, looking both sad and proud. His... stepmom? That'll take some getting used to, but Talia isn't Ras or Maat. Shes Damian and Jasons mom. She looks very mom like right now.

• His brothers, soft and only a little pained, Dick blinking very hard, Jason still looking understandably murderous, and Damian dazed as he holds Talia's hand

• His sisters, Babs relaxing and giving him a hesitant smile, Cass bouncing a little with what may either be rage or happiness, her face is too even to tell.

• His daughter, sleeping safe and sound against his heartbeat, untouched by the trauma that surrounds her

• His... His partner. Steady and warm at his side, determined and brave in this as she is in everything she cares about

• And for the first time, Tim really thinks it all might be ok.

[stormikitty]

I'm scrapping the original first chapter of The Missing Piece. I don't like how it turned out, so I wrote a new first chapter that I like better.

So, here's the new chapter one of my Batfam and Danny Phantom fanfic, The Missing Piece, which was inspired by "We came to this world together" by @random-ramblings0300 or Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_feels on ao3.

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Chapter 1

Damian stared at the social media post in front of him and couldn't believe his eyes. The picture was posted by a girl he followed who was also a social activist for animal rights. This post was a photo of the teenage goth girl with two of her friends at the zoo. There was something in this picture that didn't seem possible to Damian though.

No. Not something. Someone.

One of the boys next to the goth in the photo looked just like Damian.

If it weren't for some key differences, Damian would have assumed it was a clone or something like that.

The boy had lighter skin than Damian, and blue eyes instead of green. It was hard to guess how tall the boy was just from the picture, but he was skinnier and less built. He was skinny enough that he looked malnourished.

But Damian only knew of one person his age who would look this much like him with lighter skin and blue eyes.

Was it possible that his little brother was alive? Could it really be Danyal in the photo?

"You Okay, little D? You've been holding your breath and staring at your phone for a while," Grayson said in a concerned tone.

Damian was reminded that he was in the living room with Grayson, Todd, Drake, Brown, Cain, Thomas, and Father.

He took a breathe and said "I'm fine," before walking away. He had work to do.

He should probably tell Father about Danyal, but he wasn't sure how to. If he told his father that he had a twin, he would also have to tell him that he had killed said twin. He wasn't ready for that conversation. He didn't think he could talk about Danyal without crying anyway. And Damian would NOT let anyone see him cry.

Damian would eventually tell his father and the others, but right now he had to figure out if the boy in the photo really was his twin brother in the first place. He started by checking if the girl had tagged her friends in the post. She had.

Damian clicked where the screen said @Astro_Haunt, and sure enough, the account page that popped up on screen was the one he was looking for. The boy went by the name Danny and was apparently quite interested in astronomy. It was most of what he posted about.

Damian did further research and hacked a few records and found out that Danny was adopted by the Fentons at the age of five (2 weeks after Damian and Danyal's battle to the death), had an older sister who was adopted by the same people when she was two, had amnesia at the time he was adopted, and went to a school called Casper High with his older sister.

He also found out that the Fenton parents were ghost hunters.

Damian soon started looking into school records and found out that Danny had been a straight A student until his freshman year of highschool, in which he started being late to classes or skipping them entirely, got mosyly C's and D's on his report cards, and showed up with concerning injuries that he wouldn't explain.

That was worrying.

Conclusion? This boy and Danyal were more likely than not to be the same person.

Damian had to tell his father. But how? Perhaps he could somehow convince his father that they should take a trip to Amity Park. How Damian was going to do that, he didn't know.

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Chapter 2 is already written too, but I'm not gonna post it until I finish chapter 3.