#I need to watch Gotham again I wanna do more with Hearts. B/C like his thing is he doesn't align with one major crime family/group but he

[hyperionshipping]

Im trying to think really hard abt s/is. My Gotham s/i is a fucking nuisance to G.P.D. bc he doesn't let himself get caught but he leaves evidence.

Meanwhile Hearts is NOT subtle when kicking around as a citizen. He hangs around places that like really SHOULD out him but people are kinda dumb and Hearts in his villian outfit and Hearts in his civilian clothes is two VERYYY different vibes

[ectonurites]

for the character headcannons ask game, jason and cass?

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT im putting this one under a cut because it got SUPER long bc i cant shut up ever

lets start w jason

A (realistic headcanon): 

ok using the ‘realistic’ category here loosely but GOD i love the idea of Damian & Jason having interacted while Jason was staying with the League before getting dunked in the Lazarus Pit. like. this obviously would need to be set more in preboot and following the Lost Days & Batman Annual 25 version of Jason’s resurrection, but god the idea of it just makes me scream in a good way. Like... these are things Jason likely doesn’t remember very clearly once he’s brought back to life more fully by the pit because he was uh pretty catatonic, but Damian being a little kid and knowing about the boy that his mother keeps around the base, that she’s trying to help bring back to health. Damian not even knowing that’s his big brother, just that he’s a presence that shares his mother’s attention. Jason again being unresponsive but like, ok god you know that part of lost days where Talia shows the others observing him that he only fights back at those he perceives as genuine threats trying to hurt him, 

Because Jason can perceive that she’s safe, she’s not actually trying to hurt him, he trusts her because she saved him? thinking about lil child Damian who is ya know already being trained in fighting stuff and like the idea of him trying to provoke Jason just to see what happens but Jason not fighting back because on some level be it his connection to Talia or even little baby Damian visually reminding him of Bruce, he knows that Damian is safe too 🥺 

and then when Jason and Damian meet again in Gotham as Red Hood & Robin respectively, Jason not really remembering because there was so much going on back then for him, but Damian realizing that oh... that was Him

B (hilarious): 

alright so if we are looking at comics currently, in modern stuff jason is what, like 22? hes old enough to drink in the US but still definitely early 20s so around my around my age, thats what im using as a basis here. if we adjust timeline and still consider his death having happened when he was 15, that puts it around 2013. and then coming back to like interacting with people about three years later if we still kinda base things off of the preboot timeframe (since we never got a super solid retelling of the timeline of death -> resurrection -> training -> tries to get revenge aside from knowing he went to the all-caste instead of the lost days version of the story) making him reenter the regular world and stuff around age 18 in 2016. meaning a solid three years of pop culture that he was entirely missing, and like im sorry but he really doesn’t strike me as the type to bother looking into what he missed, he’s kinda busy focusing on other stuff. lets take a quick look at some major things from those years. 2013 gave us ‘what does the fox say’ and ‘the harlem shake’ . 2014 had that time U2 just put a fuckin album on everyone’s phones, The Fault In Our Stars movie came out. 2015 introduced the phrase ‘Netflix and Chill’ and the whole blue & black vs gold & white dress debate happened. imagine any of the other batkids (or even arguably roy during rhato stuff) bringing these things up and jason’s ensuing confusion. thank you for your time

C (heart-crushing): 

so. there are two specific instances from rebirth era Jason i want to bring up here and much like a lot of these it’s less a headcanon and more of an inference based on observations, but i wanna take a sec to discuss Jason’s relationship with other people’s death. early in rebirth, Tim ‘dies’ from that whole thing in detective comics. he didn’t actually die, we as readers know, but in-universe they all very much so thought he was dead. frustratingly a lot of the batfam wasn’t really shown mourning him aside from in the Detective Comics Rebirth title itself (which just. when a major character dies even if its temporary- that should have a ripple effect) BUT an exception to that is in RHATO 2016, where we get this offhanded comment in Jason’s internal monologuing

similarly later when Roy, who like, had an incredibly close relationship w Jason that had just gotten mended before Heroes in Crisis, gets fuckin murdered in that whole thing... Jason doesn’t go to his funeral either. He leaves a dramatic voice mail and then visits the grave on his own later, choosing to instead keep working on the mission they’d started rather than going and taking the time to mourn properly.

Jason’s relationship with death is incredibly complicated, obviously. He has died, he has come back, and he now is willing to cross the line most other bats won’t and will kill people when he deems it necessary. I think thats something important though- he doesn’t just like... go around killing for fun (usually, some writers preboot made him a little murder happy but even then usually this still was vaguely followed) he kills people he thinks deserved it. Like, even looking back at the mess of Morrison’s Jason during Batman & Robin 2009, Jason was still trying to bring a sense of justice with who he was killing (”punishment that fits the crime”), it wasn’t killing for the sake of killing. He sees things in this kind of almost black and white ‘people who deserve it’ and ‘people who don’t’ way, and he has no problem dealing with death when it’s with the people he thinks deserve it. 

but when someone who doesn’t in his mind ‘deserve it’ gets killed? i think he just goes into total avoidance mode. throws himself into other things he’s doing, tries not to dwell on it too much no matter how much he still thinks about it (this is especially evident in him consistently telling people “i’m fine!” after what happened to Roy, despite bringing Roy up literally like every few issues for a WHILE after he died and very clearly still struggling with it, Artemis is the only one who gets through to him on it a little bit) 

but yeah, I just think that from Jason’s relatively unique situation of having been murdered, he knows what it’s like and he is perfectly fine wishing that on people he thinks are bad and deserve it, but it crushes him to imagine the people he loves and cares about having to experience something as painful as what he went through. not to mention the whole “I came back, why do I get a second chance at all this when they, who are a much better person than I am, probably won’t” mindset we get some implications of him having 

D (canon is a coward and won’t) 

hello DC i am once again insisting a batfam member is bisexual

CASS TIME

A (realistic headcanon): 

ok so we know cass likes ballet. thats canon. however i think we also should in general explore cass experiencing other types of dance/performance as well, be it herself as a performer or even just watching. like... god imagine her & like my brain just automatically for group activities puts her with tim steph and duke but also for this in particular I feel would be a Jason embraced activity, but like them going to see a broadway show or some other professional theatre or something, and her just being enthralled by the reading of body language of the performers! like again by any point in current stuff cass does have like, the ability to speak fine (reading still hard tho) but even so I think like. okay im a theatre kid if that’s not obvious from the Everything About Me but one thing I always do after seeing a show is ya know spend dinner afterwards discussing it with whoever i saw it with.

I just think that like, bringing those people i just mentioned to the table to discuss seeing a show after would be so FASCINATING because cass would bring this whole perspective of critiquing their acting on a whole different level- not based on how well they delivered lines out loud, but by what their body language was saying as they moved on stage. like im very amused by the idea of cass getting a totally different picture in her mind about what a character’s motivations were because she was paying way more attention to what their physicality was saying vs the words that were written and how they were delivered. i think the debates her and the others would have would be EPIC there. jason defending the text as it was written adamantly and cass being like ‘ok yeah sure but thats not what they did’

B (hilarious): 

cass having no concept of money because why would she bother? is SO funny to me. like it’s not that she couldn’t be reasonable if she wanted to, but like, she knows that the Waynes are well off so it’s not something she actually needs to be concerned about, so she just goes hog wild. takes steph out to fancy dinners and makes steph order for them since cass ya know doesn’t really read the menus, and steph’s like ‘jesus christ this costs-” “don’t worry about it” “but cass-” and she just holds up one of bruce’s credit cards and steph’s still like “but you don’t even know the range-” “it is fine”

bruce does not have the heart to tell her to stop

C (heart-crushing): 

i mean this is pretty much canon but especially now after death metal where she’s remembering, not just being told by a guy using weird alternate timeline technology, that she used to be an adopted member of the Wayne family... like that hurts so bad. To look at these people who have ya know been kind to her, Bruce has still been a father-like figure to her (i mean literally from the moment they met in New 52 canon during the flashback in Batman & Robin Eternal, where he’s telling her that she’s not a monster just because of what people forced her to do.... that she’s a hero... that hug.... dad behavior), and they do to some extent treat her as family... But to then really know, to feel and remember that she was actually adopted! She was a part of their family. To look at how she’s been calling herself Orphan while working with them this whole time... that’s so heartbreaking! I have cried about this idea so much! I want so badly a conversation between her and Bruce now where he offers to officially adopt her again, I need it so bad and if it doesn’t happen at some point in the next year or two I will be so distraught.

D (canon is a coward and won’t) 

i want an in-depth exploration of cass’ relationship to her own gender. being raised without language and you know with so much of her life being independent (remember: CASS RAN AWAY AROUND THE WORLD WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING ANY SPOKEN LANGUAGE) and outside of an organized society impressing too much of gender expectations on her, i feel like the way she experiences it would be very unique! like sure she’s so far been fine with being assigned ‘girl’ (ya know that comes with batgirl, and how people just automatically treated her based on how she looks) but in terms of gender expression and like her actual relationship with ‘traditional femininity’ etc like... because of how she was raised I just think she’d have a really different perspective on it that could be cool to explore, and I think she’d fall outside of the binary after she really thinks about how she identifies.

tldr on that: she/they nb cass is what i’m getting at here

[babsxkean]

@twxcethetrouble / @harleenqueenzel / @terra-taramarkov / @poisoned-kisses / @ofrxddles / @atroseisley / @taliaaalghul

gotham’s (f)lawless ladies

listen

link up; tinashe [and i, and i brought some young bad bitches in here, ain’t no room for no mad bitches. call me nashe, houdini, doin’ tricks with a saw. for my next trick, watch me cut these bitches off. yeah, i’m a boss, pink diamond, cuban link, that’s sauce.]

bad girls; m.i.a. [take it, take it, world’s bouncing like a trampoline. when i get where i’m going, i’m gonna have you trembling. live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.]

bitch better have my money; rihanna [pay me what you owe me, ballin’ bigger than lebron. who y’all think you frontin’ on? like blah blah blah, louis xiii and it’s all on me, you just bought a shot. kamikaze if you think you’re gonna knock me off the top.]

criminal; fiona apple [don’t you tell me to deny it, i’ve done wrong and i wanna suffer for my sins. i’ve come to you cause i need guidance to be true, and i just don’t know where i can begin. what i need is a good defense, cause i’m feeling like a criminal.]

hit ‘em up style (oops!); blu cantrell [ladies, when your man wanna get buckwild, just go back and hit ‘em up style. put your hands on his cash and spend it til the last time, for all the hard times. oh, when you go, then everything goes.]

how to be a heartbreaker; marina & the diamonds [girls, we do whatever it will take, cause girls don’t want, we don’t our hearts to break in two. so it’s better to be fake, can’t risk losing in love again, babe. this is how to be a heartbreaker -- boys, they like a little danger.]

you should see me in a crown; billie eilish [you should see me in a crown, i’m gonna run this nothing town. watch me make ‘em bow, one by, one by one, one by, one by one. you should see me in a crown, your silence is my favorite sound.]

money; cardi b [walking past the mirror, ooh, damn, i’m fine. let a bitch try me, boom, hammer time. i was born to flex, diamonds on my neck. i like boarding jets, i like morning sex, but nothing in this world that i like more than checks. money, all i really wanna see is the money.]

i did something bad; taylor swift [if a man talk shit, then i owe him nothing. i don’t regret it one bit, cause he had it coming. they say i did something bad, then why’s it feel so good? you say i did something bad, but why’s it feel so good? most fun i ever had, and i’d do it over and over again if i could.]

bad bitch; bebe rexha feat. ty dolla $ign [you’re not allowed to touch, but you can stare. know it really hurts, know it ain’t fair. so keep sayin’ your prayers. you want a bad bitch, baby, now you have it, now you have a bad bitch. show me you can handle this.]

queen; loren gray [don’t you know i’m dangerous? fire burning in my blood, i got this handled. i don’t need rescuing. you can call me a princess all you like, cause you like to keep me helpless by your side. but it ain’t what i want, i’mma show you how to treat me like a queen.]

survivor; 2WEI [thought i couldn’t last without ya, but i’m lasting. you thought that i’d die without ya, but i’m living. thought that i would fade without ya, but i’m on top. thought it would be over by now, but it won’t stop. thought that i would self-destruct, but i’m still here. even in my years to come, i’m still gon’ be here. i’m a survivor.]

7 rings; ariana grande [been through some bad shit, i should be a sad bitch. who would thought it’d turn me to a savage? rather be tied up with calls and not strings, write my own checks like i write what i sing.]

solo; jennie [you’re sitting on your feelings, i’m sitting on my throne. i ain’t got no time for the troubles in your eyes, this time i’m only looking at me, myself, and i. i’mma do it on my own now, now that you’re alone, got you lookin’ for a clone now. that’s how i’m getting down, destined for this and the crown.]

do it like a dude; jessie j [rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on you like a pimp, my b-i-t-c-h-e-s on my dick like this. dirty, dirty, dirty sucker, you think i can’t get hood like you, you motherfucker? i can do it like a brother, do it like a dude.]

[avis-writeshq]

Damian Wayne x Reader: Bully Part 3

Thank you @strawbeari2 and anon for requesting! This series is going quite a long way >.<… this is probably gonna be the longest and the last part! Oh, I forgot to mention, this is also the first fic of the Christmas in July series. I haven’t gotten the prompt list out yet, but feel free to request something with that theme! xoxo

 Requested: Yes

Warnings: crap writing… and a lot of fluff *cough*

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,664

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(B/F/N): Best Friend’s Name

***

“I didn’t know you were into art,” you said as you walked around the art gallery. Each painting either had a strange burst of colour or was black and white in a depressing way. Maybe that’s why Damian liked art so much…

“It’s a way to express my… non-existent feelings,” Damian shrugged in a poor attempt to make a joke. To his surprise, you let out a giggle.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?”

“Perhaps.”

You let out a laugh, covering your mouth when a man gave you an irritated look. “What’s gotten into you today? Calling me nicknames, taking me to an art gallery, telling jokes… are you sure you’re not sick, Dami?”

“Why would I be sick?” He raised an eyebrow. “I am me, aren’t I?”

“Yeah… but you’ve never really seemed to enjoy talking to me,” you shrugged, offering a slanted smile. “I didn’t think we were friends.”

Damian could feel the guilt beginning to eat the insides of him. It was true; he didn’t want to enjoy the way you spent time with him. But you slowly began to grow on him. “Why wouldn’t we be friends?”

You looked up at him, biting your lip. “You’re right. It’s silly. Hey, why don’t we go check out the Christmas art edition?”

“Of course,” Damian nodded, gently holding onto your wrist. “Let’s go.”

***

Ever since the incident with the bullies 3 years ago, Damian promised himself that he was never going to go to his brothers for help. That was definitely a promise he could get behind… or so he thought. Truthfully, Damian had no idea about love or what a ‘crush’ even was. But there was no way he was going to be able to talk about it without another finding out. So, he decided to ask them all at the same time.

It was a peaceful evening at Wayne Manor, and for once they were all present for Christmas break. Well, Dick was in another room playing with Batcow. They sat at the dining table, all talking heartily amongst themselves. Well, Jason was on his phone while Tim and Bruce talked about statistics and whatnot. Just as Alfred was about to hand out the entrees, Damian decided to speak.

“How do you know if you’re in love?”

Silence. The whole room was filled with silence. They all gaped at him like he had two heads while Damian just raised an eyebrow at them. It was only when there was a loud ‘crash’ from the room Dick was in and a huge, “WHAT?!” did they start to freak out.

Dick came running from the next room, holding onto Damian’s shoulders while shaking him rapidly. “YOU’RE IN LOVE?!”

Damian scoffed, pulling away from his older brother’s grasp. “Who knows? Clearly not you, Grayson, considering the mountain of girls you brought home over the years. I don’t expect you to know.”

The older man pouted, shooting a glare at him. “I have fallen in love before…”

“Damian, what brought this along?” His father prompted, taking a sip from his wine. “Is everything okay at school?”

The green-eyed boy shrugged. “School is fine, Father. It was merely a question that I would like to be addressed. Surely you have felt it with Selina Kyle. Or Drake with Stephanie.”

“Well, Stephanie and I are definitely in the ‘in love’ stage by now,” Tim snickered from behind his hand. “But how do you know? I guess you just… feel it.”

Oh, Damian definitely felt it. Every single time you walked into the room, it felt as if his heart skipped a beat. And your smile? Dear god, he needed help. You were one of the most amazing things he has ever encountered. You were persistent, and it almost annoyed him in a weirdly adorable way.

“I’ve never been in love,” Jason boasted, a proud smirk on his face.

“Oh, really? What about Ari?” Dick raised an eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice.

The gun enthusiast scowled, scooping pumpkin soup from his bowl.

“Right…” Damian said slowly. “Well, if I may be excused, I’m going to train.”

“You haven’t finished dinner yet,” Bruce pointed out, putting down his napkin. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine.” And with that, Damian left the dining room.

“Yeah, he’s totally in love,” Tim said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But with who?”

***

The following weekend, Damian invited you over to the manor. Dick had just come back to Gotham a few days prior, and you definitely wanted to see the whole Wayne family in one go. You clearly didn’t know about their ‘nightly activities’, and Damian was perfectly fine with it. After all, there was no way he could risk your safety.

“How many times have I been to your mansion again?” You giggled, rolling your eyes as Damian listed off possible things that could happen during your stay.

“Too many to count,” he sighed, grip tightening on the bag of presents you brought. “But you know what they’re like when they’re all together.”

“Yeah, I do not want to re-live that,” you said, faking a shudder.

Last year when the whole family was back together, you decided to visit them during the Easter Holidays. Jason had come back from his holiday in Arizona (truthfully, it was nothing close to a holiday) and Dick was visiting from Bludhaven. It was the first time you’ve seen them all together, and it was much livelier than you expected. They all practically trampled you before you could even take a step into the household, and you were sure Tim was scared for life when he accidentally walked into the bathroom when you were doing your business. At least now you were slightly more prepared to see them all. Always bring three extra locks to the bathroom.

“Just be prepared, okay, (N/N)?” He sighed.

“When have I not?” A smirk played at your lips as you looked up at him innocently.

It was getting colder and colder, so you were relieved when you finally saw the familiar evergreen trees that were in front of Wayne Manor. Quickening your pace, you arrived at their doorstep, Damian right behind you. Pressing on the doorbell, you waited. It wasn’t even 5 seconds later when there was a loud ‘screech!’ and a loud crash. You were sure you heard Mr. Pennyworth let out a yowl as well.

“(Y/N)! We were… expecting someone else!” Jason said in a very straightforward way.

You raised an eyebrow, turning to Damian whose cheeks became very pink. And you weren’t sure if it was from the cold. “As much as I am curious to know who you were expecting, can you please let me inside? I have presents, and unless you want to miss out on them, I suggest stepping to the side.”

Almost immediately, all 3 of them took a step to the left and formed a straight line. “You’re the only one who can get them to do that,” Damian said, eyes glistening in admiration. “I’ll take your bags upstairs if you would like.”

“I can take them up,” you said softly. “But I am definitely taking the presents. Strangely enough, I don’t trust you.”

“That wounds me, (N/N),” the boy said, rolling his eyes and placing a hand on his heart.

You let out a laugh, poking him on the nose before snatching the plastic bag out of his hands. “Au revoir, humans!” You yelled, before climbing up the stairs, Damian watching you go.

Meanwhile, Tim, Jason, and Dick were watching your interactions, sly smirks growing on their faces. Tim was the first to speak up, “Oh, I see it now. You’re in love with (Y/N).”

Damian scoffed at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “TT, you really do surprise me with your idiocy, Drake. I assure you, (Y/N) and I are just friends.”

“So why do you call her (N/N)?” Dick asked cheekily.

“And why did you offer to take her bags?” Jason smirked.

“I thought you wanted me to have a better connection with (L/N),” Damian grumbled. “There’s just no pleasing you.”

 Later that night, you were seated in the dining room of Wayne Manor. From the corner of your eye, you saw Tim whisper something to Bruce who nodded. “Apologies, (Y/N), but we must leave for the night. There’s been an emergency at Wayne Enterprises.”

You frowned at these words. “On Christmas Week?”

“Unfortunately,” Jason said with mock sympathy. “We’ll be back before you know it, kid. Besides, Damian will be there.”

At that, the said boy almost dropped his fork, shooting a not-so-subtle glare at his older brother. “Of course I will be.”

“Oh…” you nodded in understanding, “well, have fun!”

 Before long, you and Damian agreed to watch a movie after he took a shower and got everything ready. While you waited, you scrolled through the news on your laptop. So far, nothing was interesting until your gaze fell at one particular article. ‘Batman and his Associates Spotted While Fighting Poison Ivy’. Curiosity overtook you and you scanned through the article.

‘At 7:48 on the 21st of December, Batman and his associates, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing were spotted fighting the famed villain Poison Ivy’. You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the first sentence. 7:48 at night? That was 10 minutes after Bruce and the others excused themselves this evening. And, hold on a minute, Nightwing was meant to be in Bludhaven, not Gotham. So what was he doing here? And where in tarnation was Robin, the vigilante who saved you months prior?

A salty feeling was left in your mouth. There was no way Bruce Wayne could be Batman, could there? And, if he was Batman, that meant Dick was Nightwing, Red Robin was Tim and Red Hood was Jason. But that meant… a chill ran down your spine. Damian, your Damian, was Robin? The vigilante known for fighting and putting himself in danger? No, that was impossible! Or… was it?

Your stomach lurched at the thought. Wait. You had to find some solid proof that they were the masked vigilantes everyone knew and (probably?) loved. The most questionable thing was: where was the Bat Cave? In their basement? You snickered at the thought. No, that was a little out of the ordinary. You would have seen it at some point. Unless…

Out of all the books in Bruce’s study, there was only one that didn’t have any dust on it. Curiously, you pulled the book towards you and in almost an instant, the wall opened up. You gaped at the hole in the wall, looking around to see if Damian was anywhere. He didn’t seem to be following you… using the flash on your phone as a torch, you slowly walked down the stairs. When your feet met even ground, you were met with a swarm of bats. Waving your arms around like a mad man, you ran around the bat cave multiple times, only to run into a very tall sturdy thing. Oh, wait. This isn’t good.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked, looking down on you. You flinched. Now you were definitely scared.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Robin?” Your voice was nothing but a mere whisper and you could hear the blood pounding in your ears.

“How did you find out?”

“I connected the dots,” you said coldly, regretting it almost instantly, “I know that Tim is Red Robin, Jay is Red Hood and Dick is Nightwing. And I know that Bruce is Batman.”

Damian shut his eyes tightly, wishing that this was all a bad dream. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Why not?” You countered, frowning at him. “I would have found out sooner or later. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to keep you safe.” The way he said it… your heart thundered in your chest as you looked up at his emerald green eyes. “I didn’t want to make you into a target.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you muttered before letting out a dry laugh. “How do you think I feel? You’re the one running around putting yourself in danger.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, (N/N). You’re always putting people in front of yourself and it scares me sometimes.” His mind wandered back to the time he saved you, and from the look in your eyes, he could tell that you were, too.

“Well, you do that too, don’t you?” You gave a lopsided smile. “I’m sorry.”

“For finding out?” Damian shook his head, “don’t be. Now, come on, I prepared your favourite movie.”

“The Nutcracker?” You giggled. “I thought you forgot.”

“I never forget.” He offered you a hand which you gratefully took.

“Damian,” you said softly, looking up at him, “why do you care so much?”

Why did he care so much? “Because… because you didn’t give up on me.”

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand a little tighter as you walked up the stairs from the Bat Cave. “I’ll never give up on you, Dami. You mean too much to me.”

“Likewise, (N/N).”

The movie soon became forgotten as you sat cross-legged on the couch, Damian sitting lazily in front of you. He was telling you about the latest heist at the harbour, when Bruce, Tim, Dick and Jason walked casually into the room.

“Hey, guys,” you said from the couch, pulling your attention from Damian for a few moments. “How was the mission?”

“Oh, it was good- wait, you knew?!” Dick gaped at you. “Damian, did you tell her?”

At that, the said boy let out a scoff. “You have no faith in me, Grayson. Of course, I didn’t tell her. She figured it out herself.”

You grinned in triumph at them, letting out a guffaw at their bemused faces. “I’m not that stupid, you know.”

“Right…” Jason eyes you wearily while Bruce was still wondering if he should scold you or congratulate you for the find. “I’m just going to pretend this never happened and leave…”

“For once, I’m going to agree with you,” Tim said, following him out the room.

You shrugged before turning back to Damian. “So, what happened to Two-Face?”

“He’s still in the Asylum, obviously. He’s going mad there, I presume.”

“Wait… I never got to ask.” At this point, Bruce had left the room in search of Alfred. “If you’re Bruce’s biological son, who’s your mother?”

The green eyed boy stiffened, shifting uncomfortably.

Your eyes widened in realisation. “Oh, I didn’t mean to pry…”

“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t expecting the question,” Damian dismissed. “My mother is Talia Al Ghul, a leader in the League of Assassins. I was born from an artificial womb and trained to kill innocent people.” At that, he cringed. “It’s a lot worse than it sounds. When Father took me in, he taught me his customs. He taught me not to kill. But I don’t think he was the real reason I stopped.”

You frowned at him, cocking your head to the side. “Then who is?”

“You,” Damian admitted truthfully. “You never gave up on me and you were… pure.”

You let out a small chuckle, rolling your eyes. “I’m not that pure, Dami.”

The two of you were sitting closer together, and you never noticed how… beautiful Damian’s eyes were. They were an enticing shade of emerald green with soft blue accents. You bit your lip at each thought that popped through your head after.

“(Y/N)…”  Damian’s voice was a whisper and his soft minty breath fanned your face. “I think I’m in love with you.”

You smiled at him, (E/C) eyes twinkling. “I love you too.”

“May I kiss you?”

In your response, you hesitantly pressed your lips against his, smiling as you did.

In that moment, Damian learned what it really meant to love. And he vowed to himself that he was never going to let anything happen to you. Never.

//End//

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Holy

Pairing: Kate Kane x Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Request: nope.

Plot: Based of ‘Holy’ by Zolita. Also loosely based on one of my OC’s.

Key: [Y/N] = your name, [S/N] = sister name, [H/C] = hair colour. [B/N] = brothers name, [D/C] = dress colour.

Warnings: GxG, cursing, homophobia, abuse. 

Tags: I wanna tag @memento-scribet @maruthor and @the-singing-canary because their the ones that inspire me to write and who inspired me to start this blog.

Words: 2,203

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kate. Also, to the anon who sent me in a request, I have it and I’m just trying to think of a way to present it because I know what I want to do, but I don’t know how to write it down. This was going to have smut in it, but when I was writing it I kept going in different directions and kept changing things so I took things out. 

‘Worship your body as you walk my way

You’re the only one that who can make me pray’

Pushing a strand of red hair away from the eyes of the sleeping vigilante, a smile feel onto the face of [Y/N]. Her girlfriend always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, not a worry line to be seen on her face. [Y/N] wished she could back in this moment forever, just watching the love of her life be at peace with herself and everything around her for once instead of worrying about what was happening in the city and how she was going to help save it.

But, she did have to get up. Things had to be done that day or else she would have stayed in bed with Kate for as long as she could. With a light sigh, she pushed the blankets of her body with reluctance and stepped out of the bed, a shiver running up her back as her feet hit the cold floor and she reached down to lift the robe that had been quickly disregarded the night before.

Walking through the home she shared with Kate, [Y/N]’s eyes scanned over every picture of the two of them that she passed as she walked towards the kitchen and as her eyes caught sight of a picture that captured the two of them in a kiss her mind was cast back to the first time she kissed a girl.

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‘I can fight but the devil wins’

She knew it was wrong, well she was told it was wrong by almost everyone around her. She was told that if she did it she would be sent to hell, that the devil won if she did it. But she couldn’t help it. Mariah just looked so pretty.

She was the new girl in town, having just moved from a small town to an even smaller town, and [Y/N] was quick to befriend the girl and the town soon found them inseparable to the point that it was suspicious and the rumours began.

The two paid no attention to the rumours, until they were sat in church and the preacher spoke specifically about what a sin it was to be homosexual and the two sat with their heads bowed and their eyes cast to their laps in an attempt to avoid the stares of all those around her. Her mother berated her, telling her to stay away from Mariah, saying she was trouble and that if she continued to be friends with the girl the devil would personally come for her to drag her to hell.

But she didn’t listen, she snuck Mariah into her room a few days later and the two shared a kiss on her bed before her sister came into the room and saw the two. [S/N] rushed to tell [Y/N]’s parents, who in turned told their preacher, who told Mariah’s family that they needed to leave for ‘corrupting the youth of the town’.

[Y/N] could remember it clearly, the looks people gave her and the beating her father gave her after discovering what she had done in an attempt to force the idea that it was bad and wrong, that she should never do it again into her mind. And it did, until she moved away.

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‘And I will fall like a saint who sins’

The bitter memory faded away from [Y/N]’s mind and she continued to walk into the kitchen as she ran her hand through her [H/C] hair and let out a gentle sigh. When she got to the kitchen, the first thing she did was turn the AC on before moving to the fridge and pulling out the necessary ingredients to make chocolate chip, blueberry pancakes.

As she was cooking, she started to hum along to the song on the radio and dancing along to the beat with her hips swaying from side to side. [Y/N] was so absorbed in the music that she didn’t notice a certain red head leaning against the kitchen door with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

That was until, she felt the hands on her hips as Kate danced along to the music with her. “Someone's happy this morning.” A kiss was placed to [Y/N]’s cheek and she smiled as she turned to Kate, giving her a peck on the lips, before she got back to the cooking.

“I guess I’m just trying to push back the nerves.” Turning the stove off,she placed the last of the pancakes onto a plate and handed a plate to Kate, “It’s the first time I’m seeing them in a long time and the last time they saw me they told me I was going to hell.”

Giving the girl a sympathetic smile, Kate reached over and gave her a kiss on the head. “It’s okay.I’ll be right there alongside you.” Taking the girl’s hand, she lead her to the island that opened up to the living room and sat alongside her, giving words of encouragement to her over breakfast.

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‘Forgive me father, I am weak’

She was nervous, hell she was petrified. [Y/N] had just gotten back from college, she had moved out of her small town for four years and found out so many things that changed her life. Things that made her more comfortable in herself and she was terrified of what her family was going to say about the whole thing.

She hadn’t even unpacked her bags yet, because she was sure there was no point, and she already had her ticket to Gotham where she had an entry level job in her desired field that she was going to no matter what happened here and now.

With a deep breath, [Y/N] looked up from the hands that she had clasped in her lap to look at her parents and siblings, one sister and two brothers, who were all looking at her with a look of concern. “[Y/N], honey, are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” With a deep breath, she licked her lips and dug her fingers so hard into her skin that she felt that she was going to draw blood. “I just have something I need to tell you. It’s important.” Her mother nodded along and her father motioned for her to go along.

With a another deep breath that filled her ears with the pounding of her heart she let it out,”I’m gay,” and after that everything seemed to move in slow motion. She could remember her father screaming at her and her mother trying to calm him down, she remembered the look of sympathy from her siblings as her father screamed that she was going to hell and to get out of his because she was never welcomed there again. But most importantly, she remembered her mother not trying to defend the her.

And so, with tears pouring from her eyes she stood from the kitchen table and left her family home, to never go back.  Instead she went to Gotham, where she knew she was safe and where she had found a home in the arms of Kate Kane.

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‘But it’s not forgiveness that I seek’

It was finally time, it had been a few hours since breakfast and the young couple had taken things slowly. The cleaned their home to the best of their abilities while they also lounged together on the sofa cuddling and talking about their future.  But it was finally time.

[Y/N] had put on a nice crop top and high waisted skirt that meant only a small part of her midriff was showing and not all of it and Kate had put on something similar, only with jeans a leather jacket over her top while [Y/N] had a simple cardigan.

Sitting in the café, [Y/N] could help the nerves that were building within her stomach and she shook her leg up and down in anticipation for what was going to come. Kate looked over to the girl and placed her hand over her’s, with her thumb rubbing soft circles on the skin to calm her down. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re not doing this alone. You have me...and I may have also told the boys what was going on so you also have Jason and Damian ready to kill them when you give the word.”

A chuckle left [Y/N]’s lips as she looked to Kate with loving eyes, “I love you.” Kate returned the smile and leaned forward to give the girl a peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

The clearing of a throat caused the two to turn their heads and look at the chairs that were facing them, there stood [Y/N]’s parents. The same parents who had kicked her out upon her coming out, [Y/N] wished she could say they looked the same but they didn’t. They were greying and old, looking older than they should have. “Mom. Dad.”

[Y/N] stood from her seat and was brought into a tight hug by her mother, but her father refused to even look at her before he sat down in the seat facing Kate. With a deep sigh, [Y/N] took a seat by Kate and looked over to her parents.

They sat in silence for a while, the air tense and filled with unspoken aggression from her father towards her and Kate while her mother simply stared at her with doting eyes and a warm smile.

Clearing her throat slightly, [Y/N] tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ears and broke the silence, “Why did you want to meet? Why now?” Looking to her father for an explanation, she was meet with a small glare and an disgruntled face.

“Your mother and I...no your mother heard about your….engagement.” The way the word engagement was spoken was through gritted teeth with a snark behind it that meant he didn’t believe the meaning of the word in this context. “She wanted to come meet your fiance and she dragged me along with her.”

Nodding slightly, [Y/N] looked down to her ring finger where a simple engagement ring sat before looking back up to her parents. Her mother was the next one to speak.

“We’re so happy for you pumpkin, that you’re happy.” A grumble was heard from her father, barely audible but it caused [Y/N] to roll her eyes and she decided that she was finally going to fight back against your father.

“Do you have a problem?” Her father looked at her shocked, “Yes I have a problem. I thought you would be over this stupid homosexuality phase by now. I thought you would be marrying a man.”

Anger spread through [Y/N]’s body as she looked at the man she once called ‘daddy’. “Excuse me? You have no right to be angry at me for being who I am and for being comfortable in who I am. Who I love and marry is none of your business. I love Kate and she loves me.”

With a roll of his eyes, her father stood from the chair angrily, pushing the chair to the floor with the force of his movement as his hands slammed against the table. “You will not marry her. I forbid it.” And with that he began to walk out.

Standing from her own seat, [Y/N] grabbed her father's arm and turned to look at him. “I am marrying Kate whether you like it or not, the only difference it will make is if you decided you’ll be there and be happy for your daughter or not.” Letting go of his arm, she let him leave and she looked to her mother, shocked that she didn’t leave with him.

“We divorced about a year after you left. Turns out [B/N] is gay too and he couldn’t take it. So I left. I was sick of him tearing the family apart because of his bigoted views. I only supported him because I had no other options, I feel pregnant senior year of HIgh School and had to drop out, so I never worked. But I did it. I got my GED and I left.” As her mother stood from her seat, she placed a hand on her daughter's cheek and smiled, “I love you and I always have. I would love to go to your wedding if you’d have me.” Wrapping her arms around the older woman, [Y/N] felt tears sting her eyes because she finally had her mother back.

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‘Your love is holy’

It finally happened, [Y/N] and Kate were finally married. The ceremony wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small because almost every member of the Justice League was there and so were immediate family members.

But the time had come, the time for the father daughter dance and [Y/N] remained seated while Kate danced with her father, looking as beautiful as ever in her [D/C] dress that she had somehow been convinced to wear. But suddenly the dance stopped and Jacob started to walk towards [Y/N] with his hand outstretched and a smile on his face, “You’re my daughter now too. Have been for a long time.

[Y/N] took the man's hand and lifted the edges of her [D/C] dress so that she didn’t trip as she walked to join Kate on the dance floor. Jacob took both the girl’s hands and twirled them before bringing them close to him together, allowing Kate and [Y/N] to look each other in the eyes as they whispered the words ‘I love you’.