#Dick's council of Exes have spoken

[dcxdpdabbles]

Love you writing, though i don't have a favorite Alfred's boy is in my current list to reread. I had an idea that i saw about Dick and his taste in partners and Jazz fits the type competent red heads. Anyway my prompt is Dick gathering his exes (Wally, Babs, and Kori) to meet help him woo his current crush Jazz Fenton. From there it could btanch off many different ways like Jazz showing off Wack Fenton shenanigans or maybe like midway he sees one of his brothers making more progress with their crush on Danny. Or adding a twist of a deaged Dani or Danny.

"Don't make it obvious, but she just walked in," Dick whispers to his friends. However, Babs is the only one who actually listens since both Wally and Kori nearly break their necks by how fast they turn around.

A woman with long, fiery hair walks in with an adorable pair of five-year-old twins. She again carries the books the teens had borrowed and makes a beeline for the return box.

Like clockwork, once the books are returned to the metal box, the twins tug her toward the astronomy section, babbling about star facts in perfect sync.

Her hair bounces with each step, swinging behind her like a waterfall made of sunsets.

It was her long smooth hair that had first captured Dick's attention (he has a type sue him) when the small family had first started appearing at Gotham's public library. He had been bringing Babs some lunch that day, hidden behind the counter so Babs' boss wouldn't see him, and had been in prime position to watch one of the twins flout up to reach a book on the top shelf.

He was intrigued by the boy's apparent meta abilities, but what really surprised him was how easily he used his powers. Maybe it was due to his young age or how the woman didn't discourage his powers.

She reminded him to use "Indoor flying" in the same tone he heard parents tell their kids to use their "indoor voice". Metas weren't as rare as people wanted them to be but to see someone so casual about them was.

It was honestly uplifting to see a family so open about it. The little girl with her also seems to be a meta, for not even minutes later, she phases through an aisle instead of walking around, and the woman doesn't even bat an eye.

She only sticks her hand out the aisle to tell the little girl to not walk away from the science fiction section.

Dick hadn't been able to take his eyes off her, even when she made the little girl blow her nose using tissue from her purse or when she had started lecturing the children for running around in a foreign language.

Since then, he has returned to visit Babs every Thursday at two. The woman would bring the twins every week at the same time and even thought Dick had attempted to walk over to her, it seemed as if the universe it self got in the way.

She would get a call. The kids would need the bathroom. She began reading to the children, or they would rush in and out. He didn't want to come off as creepy, so he didn't follow her around, only watching her when she wandered back into sight.

To avoid being a creep, he also refrained from asking Babs any information about her. He wanted to introduce himself to the Libary goddess himself.

He found himself daydreaming of her. Fantastic conversations and dates. Could even picture introducing her to Bruce and the others. It wasn't long before he let it slip about his fast-developing crush to his friends- and exes- who were excited to see the first civilian he's ever been interested in.

Walley and Kori had strong-armed him into bringing them along this week, insisting they could help him speak to her. It's not that Dick couldn't. It's been so long since he genuinely wanted to flirt with a civilian.

He long ago mastered the art of flirting, but it was to make a watered-down version of Brucie Wayne. It was nothing but a mask to keep his second life a secret. He was worried he had gotten too used to dating heroes and would scare her off before they could really be something.

"I said don't make it obvious!" He hisses as Babs chuckles. She is typing away on her laptop, not bothering to raise her eyes as she waves her hand.

"Relax, they aren't even looking at us."

"She's gorgeous!" Kori gasps.

"She's a redhead," Wally observes with a smirk. "Why am I not surprised? Who are the little ones?"

"Her younger siblings," Babs answers, surprising Dick. He had thought she was their mother by the way she behaved. He had been a bit worried she was married or already had a boyfriend, but if she had been a single mother, he would be happy and willing to step in as a father. "The whole family just moved to Gotham. Their parents are opening a new business here I think."

"What kind of business?" he asks, his eyes tracing the way her face lights up with a laugh. He can't hear what the little boy says, but it must have been humorous since she is chuckling for a while with him.

His heart flutters a little. He's never seen a smile so perfect and genuine before.

"Ecto-research and Ecto-defenses," Babs says with a straight face.

"What is that?" Kori asks, leaning on the counter to read over Bab's shoulder. Technically she shouldn't be sitting on the counter like this, nor should Dick or Wally be on the other side with Babs, but her boss was out for the day.

And Bruce owned the building.

"I'm not sure. I've been trying to look into it since Jazz told me about it on Monday." Babs replies, clicking between a webpage titled Fenton Works and Ectobeings. "It's not that they hidden the information, but it's a bit out there. The term ghost appears a lot, so I'm assuming they are ghost hunters and researchers."

"A daughter of ghost hunters.....almost as odd as a son of circus performers." Wally nudges Dick with his elbow, making the other smile, even if he blushes a little when the little girl snaps her gaze at them. "You have a change, Wonder Boy!"

"Please don't call me that. People are going to think I'm associated with Wonder Woman."

"Please, as if Wonder Woman would waste her time on you," Wally laughs, then leans closer. "I bet you could ask her about the family business over dinner."

"That would be a great opener," Kori agrees. "From my personal experience, men become much more attractive if they show interest in my family business."

"Your family business was being royal warlords," Babs tells her, which makes Kori stand up with pride.

"We had a long history of battle!"

Dick opens his mouth to answer, only to have a young voice cut him off. "You're royalty, too?"

In shock, he glances down, not realizing the little girl had sneaked up on them. She blinks large blue eyes at him with an innocent expression that only children this young can make. She is holding a book about the fictional Prince Dorathea and her tales of the Dragon necklace.

It was a new young adult novel by an anonymous author, taking the fantasy genre by storm. Dick should know since he was obsessed with reading the series too.

"I am. Princess Kori, heir to the throne." Kori tells her with a smile. She had never been that worried about her secret identity even though she appeared human right now- she was wearing a glamor necklace that Zatanna had whipped up for her so she could walk around like a regular person. She then winks, "Don't tell the government."

The little girl nods seriously as if she would take the secret to the grave. She's adorable. "I won't. I'm hiding from them too."

"Why's that?"

"I'm a princess." She says, lowering her voice into a stage whisper. Dick's heart melts. "My brother's the king."

"Danielle Fenton, what did I say about wandering around?" The goddess herself demands, striding over to them. Floating behind her is the little boy staring at the adults with wide, gleeful eyes.

Instead of becoming scared of a scolding like most children, Danielle throws a fist into the air. "I shall not be contained!"

The woman snorts. "I'll ground you."

"Let's not be too hasty," Danielle answers quickly as the little boy starts laughing, slowly turning in the air with his laughter. Dick watches, intrigued. It almost seems as if he was lying in an invisible hammock.

The redhead rolls her eyes, turning her gaze to the rest of the adults with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about her."

"No worries, Jazz. Danielle wasn't a bother, but you should listen to your sister and not walk around alone." The last part is directed at the little girl who starts to float upwards. "By the way, these are my friends. Wally, Kori, and Dick."

"Nice to meet you all." Jazz replies, and Dick can only offer her a wave as his tongue seems to have become lead. What is wrong with him?! "I'm Jasmine Fenton but call me Jazz. This is Danny and Danielle. Can we check these books out?"

"Sure. Guys, move out of the way for a bit." As Babs helps her, Wally yanks Dick to the side.

"Dude, are you okay?"

" I think I'm in love."

"Oh no." Says Kori with wide eyes. "We lost him.

None of the three notices the glowing blue eyes of a flouting little boy watching their huddle, nor do they notice the immense power resting behind such a youthful face.

[atomicladytimetravel]

A/N: It’s been about 6 years since I’ve written anything so I’m a little rusty. I’m thinking of turning it into a series if this is any good. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Spanking, sir!kink, quickie, rough!Joel, facial.

The worst part about being alone was the silence.

It had been days since you’d spoken to another living person. Your four person group journey turned into a solo one after a run in with a couple of clickers. You were the toughest of the group, having been trained in combat by your ex-military father since the outbreak started. It’s the only reason you escaped by the skin of your teeth. You’d been walking aimlessly ever since.

The heat from the summer sun made you impossibly thirsty and you were weak from hunger. Even after searching for a couple of days, no food or water could be found. You honestly didn’t know how much longer you would make it. You thought about sitting down against a tree and letting either nature or clickers take you. At this point, you didn’t care. You were about to give up hope when you saw what you swore was a gate off in the distance. A community, maybe? You decided that it was worth the risk to find out. You were going to die out there anyway.

You stopped in your tracks the second you heard the clicking. You whirled around to see an infected running at you. You didn’t have the strength to run, let alone fight. Your gun ran out of bullets when your group was attacked. You pulled the knife out of its sheath on your waistband and prepared to fight. The clicker was on you faster than you’d expected. It knocked you off your feet and you pushed on its chest as hard as your weak arms would let you.

“This is it. This is how I die. I don’t want to lose my mind,” you thought. You heard hoarse screaming and realized it was coming from your own parched throat. You swatted at the clicker with the knife, but to no avail. You couldn’t hold it off anymore. You were weak and dizzy and -

You heard a gunshot crack through the air and the clicker fell off of you. You lifted your head and saw the silhouette of a man on a horse and then your vision faded to black.

When you woke, you found yourself handcuffed to a bed in a makeshift hospital room. You looked around and met eyes with a pleasant looking woman.

“You’re awake,” she smiled. “I’m Maria. I’m on the council here.”

You give her your name reluctantly.

“Where is here?” you asked.

“You’re in Jackson, Wyoming.”

You lifted your handcuffed hand and asked, “and why am I in these?”

“Because I don’t know you, therefore I don’t trust you,” she shrugged.

“If you don’t trust me then why did you bring me in?”

“I didn’t. My brother-in-law made that decision. But we weren’t going to let you die,” she replied.

“Appreciate it,” you mumbled. “When am I expected to leave? You are going to let me go, right?”

Maria raised an eyebrow.

“You’re free to go whenever you’d like. Of course, you could always stay. It never hurts to have extra hands.”

One Year Later

Life in Jackson proved to be a lot different than life on the outside. There was a steady supply of food and water and everyone was relatively friendly. Well, almost everyone.

Joel Miller was about as ornery and grumpy as they come. He did save your life, for which you tried to thank him profusely, but you were waved off. You had spent a year in Jackson and the two of you had about as many conversations as you could count on your hands. Even when you were on patrol together, he was silent except to grunt an initial greeting at you.

Unfortunately, he was as attractive as he was grumpy. The rugged handsomeness, the salt and pepper hair. He had to have a good 20 years on you, at least, but you didn’t care. You were a grown woman and dick is dick. It didn’t matter anyway, he’d never even given you the time of day.

That didn’t stop you from parading around town in tight, short sundresses or shorts during the hot months, though. You never knew if he was looking or not, but if he was, you were going to give him a show.

One afternoon, you were sitting on your porch reading when you heard your name called out. You looked up from your book and saw Tommy approaching you. You gave him a warm smile; he was a lot more pleasant than his brother.

“What’s up Tommy?”

“You’re on patrol with Simpson tonight, right?” he asked. You sighed. Simpson was obnoxious and talked way too much.

“Supposed to be.”

“Well he’s in the infirmary, he broke his hand,” Tommy informed you, a small smile playing on his lips. He wasn’t Simpson’s biggest fan either and knew how you felt about him.

“Aw, poor thing,” you smirked. “So is it you and me?”

Tommy shook his head.

“You wish you were so lucky. You got Joel. I’ve got to run and see Maria real fast, can you tell him for me? Thanks!”

He turned on his heel before giving you a chance to respond. He didn’t want to be the one to have to tell Joel he had to do patrol on his night off.

“He’s your brother!” you called after him.

“Sorry!” he called back. You groaned and set your book down.

“This should be fun,” you mumbled to yourself.

You found Joel standing outside the bar, alone as usual. He had his back against the wall and he was bringing a drink to his lips.

“Miller!” you called to get his attention. He looked over at you with a scowl.

“Yes?” he questioned as you approached him.

“Simpson and I were supposed to be on patrol tonight but he’s in the infirmary with a broken hand. Tommy says it’s you and me pal.”

“God damn it,” he growled. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”

You put up your hands defensively. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you in a bad mood.”

“Well you did,” he spat. You narrowed your eyes and took a step towards him. He was taller than you, but you straightened to your full height and looked him in the eye.

“Listen, Miller, you may have everyone else in this town intimidated but you don’t scare me. I don’t know if you have a stick up your ass or if you just need a good fuck, but you,” you poked your finger into his chest, “are going to learn to talk to me with some god damn respect.”

Everyone who was outside had stopped talking and they were all looking at you and Joel. You stared daggers at him. “I’ll see you on patrol.”

You turned and started walking away from him and back to your house.

“Hey!” he shouted.

“Conversation’s over, Miller,” you responded over your shoulder. You threw a middle finger in the air and kept walking. You hadn’t been inside your house for a full minute before there was banging on your door. You opened it to see a raging Joel.

“What?” you hissed. Without responding, his hand wrapped around your throat and he whipped you around so that your back slammed against the door.

“Who do you think you are?” he asked through gritted teeth, his face inches from yours.

“Just a girl that demands respect,” you replied, locking eyes with him. His hand against your throat was making you throb between your legs, but he didn’t need to know that yet.

“Don’t talk to me like that ever again,” he said, his voice commanding.

“Or what, Miller?” you challenged. “You gonna beat me up? Kill me?”

His grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly and you felt yourself get wetter. If looks could kill, you most certainly would’ve been dead on the spot. He was silent.

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going about it the wrong way,” you told him matter of factly.

“Yeah, how’s that?” he asked, his tone still hostile.

“Your little display of power seems to have had the…opposite effect on me,” you smirked. He didn’t seem to understand.

“Joel, you don’t scare me,” you said, a taunting smile on your lips. “You make me wet.”

That was all the permission Joel needed. His lips crashed against yours roughly.

“I see the way you walk around town in short little dresses like this,” he said, giving the hem of your dress a tug. “Is that for my benefit, sweetheart?”

You wanted to throw sarcasm back at him, but your arousal was winning over your desire to play cat and mouse.

“Answer me,” he growled.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” you corrected yourself.

“There you go,” he winked. His hand left your throat and he used the tip of his index finger to trace the low neckline of your sundress, just barely brushing against your cleavage. He looked at you hungrily.

“I’m gonna have to teach you some manners.”

He spun you around so that you were facing the door. He put his hand on your back and bent you over at the waist, your hands slapping against the door for support. He flipped your dress up and jerked your panties down. They fell to the floor and you stepped out of them. He spanked you several times on each cheek, hard enough that there was a lingering sting when he was done. You couldn’t hold back your moans, he was punishing you so good.

“I bet you liked that, didn’t you, you little slut?” he growled as he rubbed the hand shaped marks on your ass.

“Yes sir,” you replied, longing for him to touch you again. He stood you up and turned you to face him.

“Let’s see how much you liked it, hmm?”

He put his hand between your legs and used his middle finger to feel your pussy.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly, “so wet for me darlin’.”

Just a few minutes earlier, you demanded respect from this man and now you were putty in his hands. It didn’t matter, you were getting what you wanted. You hooked a leg around his waist and he grabbed it at the thigh. You kissed him this time, tugging at the hair at the base of his neck. He bucked his hips into you and you groaned into the kiss.

“We don’t have much time,” he rasped. “Gotta get on patrol soon.”

“I guess you better fuck me now then,” you said, finding your confidence again. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“That mouth. Gonna have to put it to good use when we have time.”

He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He pushed them down far enough for his cock to spring free and you reached down to tug him. He grabbed your thigh and hiked your leg around his waist again.

“Put it in darlin’,” he instructed. You guided him to your entrance and he thrust up into you, making you throw your head back against the door. He grabbed you under the ass and lifted you up and you wrapped your other leg around him. You put your arms around his neck and tugged at his hair.

“God you feel good,” he breathed as he set a steady pace with his thrusts. You couldn’t help but let a loud moan escape your lips and he clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Shhh, pretty girl. People are still around, we don’t want the whole town to hear you getting fucked,” he emphasized the last word with a hard thrust. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned behind his hand.

“You like being fucked like a whore, huh?” he grunted. You nodded frantically. He felt so good inside you, and you loved being manhandled. He dropped his hand from your mouth and put it between two of you to rub your clit.

“I need you to be quiet for me darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered. Keeping that promise, though, proved to be extremely difficult as he circled around the bundle of nerves. You pursed your lips and let your head fall back, bucking your hips into his hand. You could feel your release creeping up on you and you buried your face in his neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you panted into his skin.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groaned, speeding up his thrusts. You tried to muffle your cries of pleasure into his still clothed shoulder as the orgasm washed over you. Truthfully, you didn’t care if anyone heard you, it felt so fucking good.

“Good girl,” he praised. He fucked you through one orgasm and it didn’t take long for you to feel the beginnings of another.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged quietly. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, “keep cumming on me darlin’.”

With one particularly hard thrust, you were sent over the edge once more. You clamped your own hand over your mouth to stop the scream that you couldn’t help.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded, pulling out quickly and setting you on the floor. You obeyed and knelt down. You stuck your tongue and looked up at him as he jerked himself to an orgasm. He grunted and his hips stuttered as he came. Cum painted your face, only a few drops landing on your outstretched tongue.

“Wish I could take a picture of that,” Joel panted. He tucked himself back into his jeans and helped you up. You got a dish towel from the kitchen and wiped your face.

“Feel better?” you asked with a smirk.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but you saw his lips turn up in a small smile.

“Joel Miller, was that a smile?” you teased.

“Watch it, or after patrol I’m gonna take you back to mine and bend you over something,” he retorted. You gave him a shit eating grin.

“I guess I’ll just have to be a bad girl, then.”