#JUST realized i finished this in time for Jason's birthday.

[secretnimh]

Here - have a baby Jason as Robin in these trying times

[bluerosefox]

Ghost Marriage Allows More Than One!

Tim wakes up in a hotel room in Vegas snuggled against a chest but he wasn't surprised.

He had been in the Sin City for a WE meeting and had brought Bernard along the trip since Tim's birthday was just shy a few days into it and well he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend since most of his family were off world (Dick, Jason, and Bruce all had important missions and they all apologized for missing out and Tim couldn't blame them he understood and he himself couldn't get out of the Vegas meetings no matter what he tried to do.) Or couldn't come to join him (Damian had school as did Duke and Alfred was taking care of them while the others were gone. Steph and Cass were out of country working with some important things with Babs and again he understood.) (Did it still sting yes but they all promised to make it up when they got back, Alfred even promised a coffee cake just for him)

So yeah, Vegas meeting trip turned somewhat birthday fun with his boyfriend. And since Bernard has always been good with encouraging Tim to try things it came to no surprise that during their stay he had managed to convince Tim to try drinking for the night.

Yes terrible influence Bernard was sometimes, but he did make a point. Tim was an adult now and sometimes it's okay to at least try adult dumb stuff, he didn't have to like it and could stop if he really didnt want to but he can at least say he tried it once. That it was okay for Tim to let go of his vigilante brain and just have fun in the one city that was made for it.

So try Tim did. Just for the night.

So yeah, Tim wasn't really surprised when he woke up the next morning, alcohol aftertaste on his breath, head pounding, nose scrunched up from the light of the sun peeking in from the curtains, and snuggling himself into a rather chilly chest...

Wait...

Chilly?

Tim opened his eyes when he realized that. Bernard never felt cold to Tim when they would snuggle, no he was always warm, like a warm heating blanket. It was why Tim loved snuggling him. Why was he-

Tim's eyes widened when he saw not blonde hair on the body in the bed with him but black hair. He almost flung himself off the bed from him startling awake and watched the one he had been snuggled next to mumble in his sleep and turn over.

Tim felt pure dread as he continued to stare, his stomach turning as his thoughts got bad, oh god..God... did he... oh no, no, no no. Oh where was Bernard- FUCK did he really-

Tim flinched when he heard a door open and snapped his eyes towards it. He felt his mouth go dry when he spotted his boyfriend coming out of what was the bathroom of the room and had just finished taking a shower from the sounds of left over dripping water and from the towel he was using to clean his hair.

Bernard stopped in his spot when he noticed Tim staring at him before he gave Tim a very uneasy chuckle, his eyes darting towards the sleeping body on the bed "H-Hey, good morning T. I see you... uhh seen our guest."

Tim felt ready to cry, to beg for forgiveness, but the only sound that came out was a strangled sound because of course he fucked up and ruined one of the best things that ever happened to him and-

But before he could spiral further into his anxiety and dread Bernard kept speaking.

"So ummm. Do you also remember meeting Danny at the bar, getting really tipsy, hanging out, having fun and then like going to a ghost bar with him so he could really drunk because he's like half ghost. And I mean like a legit ghost bar, like we saw Elvis and Marilyn Monroe there and they were like floating. Then we all got like super mega drunk and then... maybe kinda sorta got ghost married... because ghost marriage allows unlimited spouses cause you know, already dead doesn't matter and it's also almost permanent cause again the whole dead thing... Or did I hallucinate all that last night and we just brought in a random stranger to bed?" He asked his voice unsure as he looked between Tim and the stranger Danny in bed before lifting his hand up and showing Tim a glowing ring on it. "I'm pretty sure I didn't dream it up because I kinda woke up with this, and it refuses to come off."

Tim went silent for a moment, wide eyed as he stared back at Bernard before the pounding headache he had hit him harder than ever when the very memories of everything Bernard had said came flooding back to him. With a gasp Tim quickly looked st his own hand and sure enough on his finger was a matching glowing wedding band on it, his eyes snapped towards Danny... Danny Nightingale? Or was it Phantom? said his name was and spotted another matching one as well.

"B is going to kill us." Was the only thing Tim could muster up to say.

[thebirdsandthebats]

Tim’s family thinks he can cook really well.

He didn’t mean for this to go so far. It had been a misunderstanding by a well-meaning Dick the last time he was in Gotham and stopped by the boat to visit. Tim had reheated some leftovers in his fridge from the night before, and Dick’s eyes lit up the moment Tim set the plates down.

“Wow, that looks amazing,” he’d commented. Tim, exhausted from a long patrol and preoccupied with dread of having to wake up early, had merely agreed. Of course Bernard’s cooking looked amazing. He was almost as big on presentation as he was on flavor.

“Yeah. Tastes even better.”

What he didn’t realize was that Dick had assumed he made the food. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if not for the fact that Dick loved to brag on his siblings. The next week, Stephanie stopped by unannounced to visit.

“I can’t believe how much you like it here. In a good way, obviously,” she’d grinned while Tim heated up some of the french onion soup that his boyfriend had made him. Tim laughed as he used a terry cloth to handle the hot bowl, placing it down in front of Steph.

He sat next to her with his own bowl. The random visits were odd. But on the bright side, the need to be a good host was kind of forcing him to eat on a more normal schedule. Two birds, one stone he guessed.

“Yeah. I like the marina a lot,” he blew lightly on his spoonful, the soup still steaming hot. “The atmosphere is so different from anywhere I’ve lived. I think being around the marina folk has been good for me—”

“Ohmygod.”

Tim looked over, startled by the outburst. Steph was staring at her soup with wide eyes. Her hand covered her mouth. Tim’s brows drew close together in confusion. “Are you okay? Did you burn your tongue?”

Steph grabbed his shoulder in a firm grip. “You’ve been holding out on us!” She accused.

“Wh—”

“You’ve been sticking to easy foods when you cook at the manor, but here you have the good stuff!” Tim frowned at her words. The realization was beginning to sink in. Did she think he made the soup? He knew how to cook, but he was nowhere near his boyfriend’s level. Bernard was literally in school to be a chef. He liked to practice his assignments at Tim’s boat, suffering through using his poor excuse for a kitchen all so he could leave Tim with the food when it was finished.

Tim opened his mouth to break the news to Steph, but their phones rang out with the high pitched drone that meant someone needed backup. Stephanie sighed. She lifted the bowl and downed all she could in a few swallows before leaping to her feet. “Job never ends, huh?” She offered Tim a hand up, and he took it without hesitation.

“Nope. Let’s suit up.”

After that night, Tim forgot to correct her. He was busy, and his family getting the wrong idea about his cooking abilities just didn’t make the top of his priority list. Bernard kept cooking when he spent nights over, and family kept dropping by on other nights, somehow never crossing paths. Tim’s neighbors seemed perplexed on how he’d gone from only ever letting his boyfriend in to having company every other night. And Tim just…couldn’t find the right moment to set the record straight.

Everything came to a head in the summer, not too long after Tim’s birthday. He was sprawled out on his couch, head resting in Bernard’s lap as the blonde’s fingers scratched lightly at his scalp. It was the lazy kind of day they didn’t often get to spend together, and Tim was feeling warm and drowsy. That was, until his phone dinged with several text notifications, and he dug it out with a grumble to see who needed him.

stop spamming the gc

Dick: it’s august .. here we go

Steph: birthday month babey!!

Duke: my wallet…

Cass: Dami, Jason, Steph, and Duke all get the bday cake in their contact names :)

Steph: Tim I know you’re lurking. for the birthday month we all want you to bring GOOD FOOD TO THE FUNCTION PLS AND TY

Damian: do not forget my dietary restrictions if you do so.

Steph: you text like you’re 84

Tim groaned and let his phone clatter to the floor. Bernard’s fingers paused in his hair. “Bad news?” He asked, concern painting his voice.

Tim shook his head and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Not really. It’s just—um. You know how you always leave food here for me?” He tilted his head back to look Bernard in the face, and his breath caught for a moment when he saw that his boyfriend was already looking down at him.

He snickered at Tim’s expression. “Yeah? Do you need more?” He asked. Tim was baffled by the question. His fridge hadn’t been empty in ages, and even with his frequent guests, Bernard made such large portions that it took him days to finish a dish. He had more than enough.

“No, it isn’t that. My family…” he hesitated, wondering how dumb this was going to sound. But Bernard was waiting, watching him expectantly, and these days he’d started filling in the gaps himself whenever Tim’s words trailed off thoughtfully. If he didn’t finish speaking quickly, Bernard would have an entirely new problem invented.

“…um, they think I can cook.”

Bernard burst out laughing.

Tim’s face burned pink. “Wh—hey,” he complained at the reaction. “I know how to cook, why are you laughing?”

Bernard wiped the corner of his eye, giggling like a maniac. “Sorry, sorry! You said that like you were coming out to me, and also I’ve seen you sauté,” he managed, and Tim rolled his eyes at the memory. He had sautéed just fine…mostly.

When Bernard was finished laughing at him and had caught his breath again, Tim explained his situation and showed him the texts. He raised an eyebrow. “Jeez. Four August birthdays? And they expect you to cook for all of them?”

Tim sighed. “Yeah. I could just tell them they’ve got the wrong guy, but now it’s birthday month and we’ve gotta plan quick.” It was actually a very rare occurrence that they got together for every birthday in August. Their schedules were so unpredictable. But all 4 was the goal.

Bernard chewed his lip in consideration. “Okay. What if…you give me a list of each of their favorite foods and any restrictions, and I’ll make the food.” He proposed. Tim sat up, turning to face the blonde fully now.

That was way too much work for somebody already cooking for assignments. Plus, Tim didn’t want to pretend he was the one cooking anymore. He said as much to Bernard, who refused to look fazed.

“First off, I can cook 4 meals in my free time. Easy. And second off, I guess you’ll just have to bring me with you to clear up any misunderstandings,” he grinned.

Tim perked up instantly. That was…a perfect solution, actually. Everything would be cleared up, he wouldn’t have to show up without what was expected of him, and the best part, he’d get to bring Bernard with him. He’d been itching to start working his boyfriend into more of his family’s meetups because it was looking like their relationship was pretty serious. He wanted to be able to bring him to their holidays, parties, and dinners. This was a perfect opportunity to start.

He leaned in and kissed Bernard’s cheek. It would never cease to amuse him how a real kiss on the lips was nothing to his boyfriend, but Tim kissing his face always had him turning red.

“Oh.” Bernard touched his face. “You have a crush on me or something?” He teased weakly, and Tim laughed as he settled back down on the couch, his head resting in Bernard’s lap as his fingers found his hair again.

A week later, Tim showed up to the manor with Bernard following close behind, a pan of vegan chili noodles in his arms. Dick opened the door. He beamed once he saw Tim.

“Hey! C’mon, everyone is already inside, so if you brought the food you can…” he trailed off as he finally spotted Bernard behind Tim, who was fighting to keep a straight face. He blinked. “Oh, is this…?”

Bernard carefully balanced the dish in one hand and stretched out the other in greeting. “I’m the chef.” He said with barely contained glee.

The realization seemed to hit Dick all once. His mouth parted in surprise. He glanced back and forth between Tim and Bernard. Finally, he shook his head in disbelief. “You know, this actually makes…so much more sense. Sorry, Tim.”

“Wh—excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?”

[radiance1]

de-aged Danny is one of my babies,

Shit hits the fan with the giw and Danny is super injured and Clockwork has to mess with some things so Danny doesn’t return to his core being vulnerable and sends him millions of miles away to Gotham and in the process Danny becomes 6/10 years old and is weeks healed due to being smaller and costing less ectoplasm but is still achy, Danny is steered to Jason’s apartment where he just got off his shift and then his is the twist! Jason is mute due to an accident with the joker and Batman (batman unintentionally causing his muteness) and out of reflex of a child on his counter hand first into a box of Cheerios let’s put a exasperated noise of flames and a lighter and Danny responds with his own spark of electricity and Jason is shocked (hehe) that Danny can understand and even communicate can he just lets out everything he’s been doing since “holy shit I can talk to someone normally” and then he realizes this child has the same scar as him and is pissed but Danny calms him down and calms the pits and he’s like “okay you’re mine now shit- I’m like Bruce- no. I’ll think about this later-“ Danny is super cute and Jason is having a field day with parent hood and Jason gives Danny a comm for when he goes out but he’s only allowed to speak in ghost speak and the rest are confused when Jason sprints away and they follow to see Danny in Jason’s arms being lulled to sleep with a man on the ground knocked out or dead who knows not Jason because it was shoot & punch and ask questions later and then Danny says sleepily “Oh your daddy’s brothers, hi” like it’s normal to meet family in this situation and Jason puts him to bed before signing “Say anything to Bruce and you will never be called uncle or attend his birthday in your life.”

Bruce only finds out when Jason some how ends up super injured and can’t sign and Danny translates (no editing just straight he said fucking hell) and introduces himself as Danny Todd, Bruce privately cried a little

The Joker catches wind of Red Hood's son and as you know, the Joker loves breaking people, both physically and mentally.

So he tries that shit with Danny, and because this is highly targeted specifically towards Red Hood. He even uses the method he killed Red Hood with when he was just a little itty-bitty robin.

Don't even talk about time because the entire Batfam suddenly gained fucking superspeed (They don't, but at the rate they're going they might as well have it), find the location the Joker is holding Danny at and descend on the Joker like a pack of starving wolves catching their prey.

Like, no joke (heh). They all throw straight hands; Joker gets tag teamed to hell and back by every one of them and none of them are holding back.

Later the Joker is on the ground a mangled mess, passed the fuck out and Batman just decides to go "Peace" and leaves him for dead without looking back, takes Danny (With Jason's explicit permission) and drives off in the Batmobile to Batburger because Danny was hungry.

Literally everyone else:

Joker just gets absolutely violated even further than what he already got, now that Batman's gone and very much left him for dead there ain't no one here to even try and stop them.

Gets beaten so hard he regains consciousness, and that guy still finds some reason to laugh.

A couple hours the Joker is just a mangled corpse with an inch of life in em and they give Jason the honor of finishing him off because not only was he the one to kill him, but he also tried to kill his son. Joker gets a bullet through his skull with both Danny and Bruce none the wiser because Bruce suddenly found himself on babysitting duty.

Danny was fully well and capable of getting out of that situation on his own, and he would've, but the Batfam was literally just faster in getting to the Joker than he was.

And he was literally with the Joker.

[p1nkshield]

Part two of the prompt written by phantom-dc

I hope you enjoy!

Jason carefully picked up the core after Bruce left and looked over it, inspecting each and every inch.

“Thank you”

“So you can speak!” Jason said incredulously.

“Takes a lot” a small barely audible reply entered Jason’s mind. “But I will heal eventually.”

“Then rest up kid, only let me know if there’s something you need okay?”

“Okay”

Jason stayed in the manor carrying around this stone they got from patrol a few weeks ago. If he was not holding it was sitting on something soft within his reach and line of sight. His family grew more and more concerned as the weeks went by.

Tim began to preface the goals of the family meeting regarding Jason’s behavior.

“Okay it is clear to everyone here that ever since Jason got that weird rock on patrol he’s been acting different. I thought we could all corroborate our experiences”

Damian piped up “I saw him speaking to it as if it responded to him. He spoke to it and waited in turn” Damian then took some time to consider his words. “He then looked at me quizzically as if I were acting strange.”

Alfred then spoke as his brows knit together “I saw young master Jason with the old children’s book titled Mog’s birthday. I thought perhaps he was enjoying it for the sake of nostalgia as I used to read it to him when he was a child. I soon found myself mistaken. He was reading it aloud to this ‘core’”

“Has anyone noticed that when we discussed the organization behind this attack Jason just gets up and leaves?” Tim questioned

Dick nodded along with everyone “One more thing. He was singing to it. I haven’t heard him sing since…”

The rest went unsaid. Bruce needed to confront him. Perhaps this power source was more than he realized. If he had led his son to being mind controlled after everything that happened to him he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He had to get to the bottom of this quickly.

Jason made his way to the dinner table chatting idly with the core in tow.

“Hey kid, one thing to know about Alfred is that he’s the coolest guy you’ll ever meet, he was the one who got me into some of my favorite hobbies.”

“And my old man, usually is such a pain in the… uhh yeah, he never really trusts me with important things off the battlefield until he trusted me with you.”

A light laugh floated up from the core “I’m important?”

“Of course you are, you’re a kid! I may be a scary gunslinger but I still want to protect the innocent”

The core spoke again, this time softer.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome. You’ve been rather talkative today do you feel any better?”

“Yes! I might be able to”

“Jason, please sit down.” Bruce called out to him

Jason sat down a little annoyed since Bruce interrupted the child. looking at all the worried faces cooled his anger as Bruce began to speak.

“Jason have you noticed that your behavior has been significantly different as of late?”

“I mean yea but”

Before Jason could finish his sentence the core glowed with ice blue light and floated out of his reach.

“KID?!? TALK TO ME WHATS GOING ON?”

His answer came in a white haired glowing little boy in a black and white hazmat suit falling towards the ground, whom Jason caught easily.

This family of crime fighting detectives had never looked so surprised. Dick dropped his forkful of spaghetti onto his lap as he stared.

“What? I thought you knew!”

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[1970sgothfreak]

Hello, love your stories and was hoping you could write a female batsis story about her visiting Bruce for his birthday, and the 2 of them are impromptu sparring when Terry comes back from patrol and jumps into protect bruce not realizing who batsis is and gets his butt thoroughly handed to him! And Bruce is just sitting there smirking smugly before explaining what was going on.

There was a knock at the door which was a little strange considering all the boys along with Alfred were already inside the house but Alfred went to answer the door anyway.

He opened the door up and smiled seeing a familiar woman standing in the entrance to Wayne Manor. Y/n smiled up at the butler, in her hands was a gift for her father. Due to her going to collage elsewhere it was rare she was home now but she always made sure to spend time with her brothers as well as with Alfred and her father.

“Madam Wayne, how wonderful it is to see you, please do come in master Bruce would be so happy to see you”

“Thank you Alfred, it’s wonderful to see you too, apologies for being late but the trains were delayed due to some accident at another station” she explained while giving the butler a quick hug and familial kiss on the cheek.

“No need to apologise, although I do hope you know master Bruce would be happy to see you, he was quiet upset not seeing you earlier” he explained placing a familial kiss onto her forehead as like how a grandfather would to his grandchild.

She would thank the butler and head towards the living room where she could hear the familiar shouting of her two Eldest brothers Dick and Jason. She laughed as she walked in and saw the chaotic game of twister that the Boys were playing.

“DICKY STOP CHEATING”

“I’M NOT, IT NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE SO BUFF JASON”

Both continued to argue until they heard her speak up.

“I come home for fathers party and this is what I see, now I’m slightly more sad that the trains were late” she’d laugh seeing them all look towards her and run at her squeezing her into a tight hug as they did when she was younger.

Bruce smiled slightly waiting for the boys to step back so he could hug her as well, once they did she placed the gift down before hugging her father placing a kiss on the man’s cheek.

“Happy birthday old man, I’m sorry I’m late”

“Thank you and I’m glad you came I-“ he stopped when he heard Damian interrupt him

“I’ve never seen father so worried before sister, next time perhaps call Todd to pick you up so you do not give him a heart attack”

Ah Damian, as honest as always

She’d laugh and the boys would head up to their own rooms after bidding their father one final happy birthday, He’d look down at her and she’d smile.

“It’s been a while since we have had a good fight father, how about we do some fighting as a second birthday gift” she suggested, looking up at the big brooding man

“You really are my daughter” hed say laughing as they both headed down towards the cave and once they arrived they got into a fighting position.

Y/n double checked making sure her hair was out of her eyes and then turned to her father with a smirk on her face.

~a few hours later~

Terry walked down into the Batcave just having finished his patrol when he heard the familiar sounds of Bruce grunting as if someone was beating him up, he would run in and see a woman he has never seen before fighting and somehow wining against Bruce.

He’d jump down still in his hero costume and would grab her fist before she could attack Bruce again, the woman would look at him confused before noticing the symbol on the costume and laughing. He was confused as to why this stranger was first hurting Bruce and was now laughing at him.

He was about to attack when he suddenly felt himself get swooped off the ground and flung onto his back, he would look back seeing the same woman smirking at him and getting into a fighting position, he’d run at her ready to attack but she was much quicker than him, grabbing his arms and sweeping his legs out from underneath him again before spinning him around and pushing both hands onto his back and sitting on his back for a good extra measure that he wouldn’t get up.

“Heh don’t tell me you never told the new guy about me, I’m hurt!” Y/n would say laughing her head off, keeping Terry in place.

“Bruce…what the hell is going on? Who is this woman and how does she know you” he said confused but clearly understood that these two knew each other, he soon felt his arms being released and a pressure being released off his back. He would look over and see Bruce Smirking and chuckling to himself before wrapping a protective fatherly arm around the woman.

“Terry meet Y/n my daughter aka Batgirl and darling meet Terry”

“Nice to meet you sorry about before but you kinda started it” she’d say holding her hand out for him to shake, Terry would simply stare at her in shock, amazement and a slight hint of confusion but she expected that

“Hi I’m Terry and I guess your also my sister now..? Since you’re his daughter” he’d say shaking her hand, she’d smile and nod before look up at Bruce.

“But seriously dad…his costume…really..?”

“Hey! What’s wrong with my costume!”

Bruce would smile to himself seeing the two act like siblings already made his heart warm slightly although he doesn’t regret not telling either of them about each other as he also found it amusing to see Y/n Kick the shit out of Terry.

( I hope you like it, my knowledge on Terry is still sort of new so I tried my best!)

[imtrashraccoon]

Well folks... This is the last chapter with Axe for a while. I loved writing for him but I'm excited to write for the other boys too. Tomorrow is Dust's turn...

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Go All Out

Word Count: 1,646

Today was your birthday!

Well, it was basically like any other day now that you were grown. You never did much to celebrate except for treat it as a day to eat cake and hang out at home all day. Sometimes you would get a random text from your mother or old high school friends wishing you happy birthday, but that was usually it. Not that you cared if they even bothered as you didn't like talking with most of them anymore.

This year, you were in the mood for chocolate and had settled on a positively decadent looking black forest cake from your favorite bakery. It was a little pricey but you deserved a treat after how dull work had been lately.

You'd just finished climbing the stairs and were walking down the hallway to your apartment door, when you got a really bad feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You froze in place as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Slowly, you turned to look back down the stairs, but saw no one. The only sounds you could hear was the incessant buzzing of one of the lights overhead and the distant barking of a dog somewhere below.

The hallway felt slightly chilly all of the sudden and you shivered as a gust of wind whistled outside the building. Just as you were turning around to head back home, you thought you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye, but nothing seemed to be amiss when you checked again.

I should really not have watched that horror movie last night...

Rather than potentially end up like a side character in a slasher film, you decided to book it the rest of the way to your front door.

Not today, Jason!

You fiddled with your keys before jamming them into the lock and nearly kicking the door down in your haste to get inside. Gasping for breath, you quickly leaned against the door to shut it and slid the deadbolt into place. You and your delicious cake were safe.

"somethin' happen?"

You looked up sharply to discover Axe standing in the entryway to your kitchen, folding up an apron with his hands and looking more than a little concerned.

With a small laugh, you stood up properly and kicked off your shoes. "Nah, I just psyched myself out and decided to run the rest of the way home," you answered.

You had to put the cake box down in order to hang your coat up, but once you did, you turned to Axe and smiled. "That's the last time I watch a horror movie all by myself late at night, okay?"

"seems oddly specific, but okay..." he shrugged and set the apron down on the counter.

You went to pick up your cake again but then had a sudden realization. "Hold up, why are you here today, Axe? You don't usually come around until Thursday..."

His grin widened considerably at your confusion as he walked towards you. "why wouldn't i be? is somethin' different about today?" he asked with a cheeky glint in his eyelight.

"I mean...yeah? How'd you even know it was my birthday in the first place?" you asked and scooped the cake box up.

Rather than answer, he carefully picked you up and started to carry you into the kitchen.

You gasped and clutched the box to your chest in an effort to keep it safe. "Hey, I have fragile goods here!" you hissed.

He ignored you and instead pointed to the calender you had stuck to the side of your fridge with magnets. There, clear as day, you'd previously circled today's date in green marker and written "Cake Day!"

You made a quiet "Oh" and felt your cheeks get slightly warm all the sudden. Quickly ducking your face against his chest, you tried to desperately hide your embarrassment, much to his amusement.

"i'm in here a lot, lil' chip... ya don't survive as long as i have by missin' small details like that," Axe teased and lightly ruffled your hair.

You squirmed in his grip and he thankfully let you down without complaint. It was then that you realized he'd brought some things with him today.

There was a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table with daisies, forget-me-nots, and yellow tulips. You were by no means an expert on flowers, but they seemed like deliberate choices as most bouquets didn't regularly have all of these together, that you knew of anyways. The meaning of the forget-me-nots seemed pretty obvious though as you knew Axe's memory wasn't the greatest at times.

There was also a large tupperware container on the table that looked like it contained cupcakes. You could also smell something really good coming from the oven.

Turning to Axe, you asked, "Did you seriously go all out...just for me?"

He grinned, "why not? you're a special person and i know ya don't have many friends who would do this for ya."

You didn't bother telling him that none of your friends would go this far even for your birthday. Instead, you set the cake on the table and gave him a hug, burying your face into his hoodie.

"Thank you... It means a lot to me that you cared enough to do all this..." you murmured.

He patted your back in a comforting way and chuckled. "aw shucks, ya don't gotta get all teary eyed on me now..."

"I'm not crying!" you insisted.

"heh, than why aren't ya lookin' at me?"

You huffed in annoyance and glared up at him. While you were trying to look upset, you were fully aware that he probably just saw you as an angry Pomeranian. It was definitely the height difference...and the fact that you wouldn't be able to hurt him even if you tried.

Axe clicked his non-existent tongue and shook his skull. "maybe ya aren't now, but i'd bet money that ya would've shed a couple of tears if i hadn't teased ya so much," he said with a small chuckle.

"Okay! No more hugs for you today if you're going to keep being awful!" you grumbled and made a show of dramatically pulling away from him.

He sighed heavily and managed to look pretty dejected for a solid five seconds before you both broke down into laughter. Neither of you could take the other seriously, even though you'd both tried.

"we have a bit of time before lunch is ready, so we could do somethin' together if ya wanted to..." Axe suggested.

You nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good." Glancing around the kitchen, your gaze zeroed in on the bouquet again. "The flowers are really pretty by the way," you commented.

He smiled warmly and rubbed the back of his skull. "they mostly remind me of sunshine so i thought you'd like them too, considering the weather outside."

That was quite thoughtful of him. You'd bought the Cala Lilly you owned for that very reason a month ago. Well, that and to bring some much needed colour to your often gloomy apartment.

"I appreciate it, thank you..."

"so...what's in the box anyways?" Axe asked.

You glanced over to find him carefully poking at the lid of the cake box you'd deposited on the table earlier.

"Oh, that's the cake I bought." You carefully opened the box so he could see the beautiful chocolate cake with whipped cream, shaved chocolate, and cherries topping everything off. "I didn't expect you'd stop by though so I was fully planning on eating it all myself, but I don't mind sharing with you."

He beckoned to the cupcakes he'd brought. "i wasn't sure if you'd even want a cake but i'm glad i made these just in case."

"You're very thoughtful, Axe," you hummed and carefully opened the lid to take a look at the little cakes.

"red velvet," he supplied for you. "i figured ya can't go wrong with cream cheese frosting and they go nice together."

You grinned and did a bit of a happy dance before putting the lid back on the tupperware container again. "I can't wait to try them. Although, I suppose having lunch first would be smart, huh?"

Axe nodded in agreement and he took both the cupcakes and your own cake to put into the fridge. "should only take half an hour now before the lasagna is done..." he murmured.

"You're kidding?"

He emerged from the fridge and shot you a smile. "well, my name's actually axe, but i'm also completely serious..."

It took you longer than it should've to figure out that he'd just told a dad joke and you almost hated it. With a groan, you ran your hand down your face before shaking your head. "Ha... You get half a laugh for that one..."

He practically beamed with delight. "hey, that's half a laugh more than i expected!" he exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to return to your earlier question. "You didn't seriously manage to figure out my favourite food as well, did you?"

"wait, lasagna is actually your favorite?" he asked, although his tone quickly betrayed that, yes, he had done just that.

"How?!"

He slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets and just grinned at you like a large Cheshire Cat. Although, his red eyelight briefly flicked to the shelf where the few recipe books that you owned lived.

"You saw that I previously put notes on the lasagna recipe."

"yep."

You stared at him for a few seconds before asking a question. "Should I be concerned about whatever else you know about me?"

"nope."

"Okay..." You took a deep breath and decided not to freak out more than you already had. "Shall we go watch more Chopped while waiting for lunch then?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "sure, i'd love to..."

[chronic-boogara]

Hi, me again :)

How about slashers waking up to an s/o throwing them a birthday party, feel free to do whoever u want <3

i don’t think i ever thought about that one i like that idea a lot. i wont lie to you i read the prompt wrong as the slasher throwing reader a party so i had to go back and rewrite it. thanks for your patience

one of the first requests i finished on my hiatus woooo😩 only like 20 more to go

michael myers

•he’s never really had a real birthday party, with him being in the hospital and all

•but he’s well aware that they happen and he’s seen them happen around town. he’s not entirely familiar with how they work but it’s not like he thinks about it on the regular

•imagine his shock when he walks in the door and sees you standing before him with a cake and some black and red decorations displayed around the kitchen

•oh my god y/n he is in LOVE. he was already in love with you but now he’s more than 110% sure that you’re the one

•the fact you even remember his birthday just warms his heart. he doesn’t really know how to act.

•if he could cry he would.

•give him materials for mask making and he is just over the moon. he loves you so much and is so thankful that you’re his s/o

•just a party consisting of the two of you is good enough for him. he just loves you

jason vorhees

•hes only had a few actual birthday parties and they were always thrown by his loving mother. it’s been a looong time since he’d had anything like that

•he won’t really expect anything from you. he’s not hard pressed on a party and the last he wants to do is force you

•throw a party for him and he will be absolutely whipped. he loves you so much

•he just won’t know how to act. the entire day he will be on cloud nine. just bubbly and excited

•jason doesn’t need presents. your presence is enough <3

•if you were to get him something oh my god he’d marry you. anything you get him he will cherish it. it means so much more than you could ever understand

•jason doesn’t eat cake but if you got something he will eat it with you. he enjoys blowing the candles out !!

•and presents?? ohhh my god he will lose it. it doesn’t matter what it is he will love it and cherish it with everything in him.

•goes to bed happy !!

billy loomis

•he doesn’t like his birthday. like at all. he doesn’t really celebrate it

•stu realized how much happier he is with you so he decides to throw a party for billy with your help of course.

•together the two of you planned out a small little get together with a few friends from school

•when the day of his birth rolls around he’s shocked to see anyone there. he’s a bit upset that you guys didn’t tell him but you and stu mean well

•won’t have any fun until everyone is gone and it’s just you and him.

•he’s so glad you remembered his day even if he doesn’t show it well.

jason dean

•he will act nonchalant. he’s too cool for birthday parties

•inside his twisted mind though he is overjoyed that you even remembered his special day.

•since he doesn’t like parties it will most likely just be the two of you.

•he doesn’t want you to say happy birthday but hw doesn’t mind presents. sweets and knives are his favorite things to receive

•honestly he doesn’t give a fuck about his birthday but since you care he puts on an act just for you.

•he’ll help you with anything you need to do despite your protests.

•he wants to bake a cake with you y/n :)

thomas hewitt

•his family never really celebrated birthdays. obviously charlie hoyt threw himself a little celebration every year but never anything big

•he will cry. actual sobbing ensues. just the fact you took your time to say happy birthday to him is more than enough.

•give him a little present and he’s done for. he’s just over the moon.

•it doesn’t help that you planned a little celebration with all his family. he’s just so in love with you y/n.

bo sinclair + vincent sinclair

•the sinclair children were never too keen on birthday parties. not really for any reason they just ..don’t like them

•it’s rare for them to celebrate anything actually. holidays and stuff are forgotten. it’s a very busy household.

•lester wants to plan a party and ropes you into it. he knows the boys won’t be mad if you’re involved.

•it’s really hard to make it a surprise since it’s only the four of you.

•lester makes a bunch of food for the party. you’re in charge of decor.

•getting bo out of the house was easy but vince not so much. you told him the house was on fire and he still wouldn’t leave

•once he’s out you and lester set up.

•the boys come back and they’re absolutely surprised. vince is close to tears and bo is speechless.

•it ended up being tons of fun. they boys were so appreciative of the two of you.

carrie white

•she is drawn to tears in an instant. you did all this just for her ?

•don’t make it a huge surprise though she isn’t a fan of that. she’d rather have something small.

•will thank you and try to pay you back in anyway she can

•honestly just a little sit down dinner is perfect for her

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Four: Looking Glasses

My glasses weren't ready for my Wednesday appointment, but they were done the Friday after my second week of school. So, I took a cab to the optometrist's and then the pizza parlor, where I ran into Tim. He was with his friends, so I thought he wouldn't notice me. "One meat lover's pizza with thin garlic butter crust," I ordered. I waited in the corner, drinking out of the two-liter soda I bought to drown my misery. I had a crappy week at school and didn't want to speak to talk to anyone. The smell of pizza usually left me in a better mood. Besides, I liked being away from the house and the family. I ate the fries they gave me for dining in and watched people standing at the street corner.

"Order for Christopher!" the man at the counter called. I finished my fries, threw the two-liter in my bag, and grabbed my crutches. When I got to the counter, I realized I couldn't carry my pizza and use my crutches. Tim got up and offered to help. I was mortified. I hid my name and everything to avoid speaking to him, only to need his help.

"Here, listen, my driver's on his way. He can drop you off if you want, and I'll help you to your-."

"I don't wanna be any trouble," I interrupted. I said it harshly without meaning to, but I don't think Tim cared. He'd been following me around campus all day, and we just so happened to meet at the pizza place. It would've felt like he was stalking me had he not gotten there first. "I should've thought-."

"No, it's okay. It's really no trouble. I insist," Tim replied.

There was no polite way to turn him down, and his driver just pulled up out front. "I'll split this pie with you if you don't take me home."

Tim grinned a half-smile. "Alright. Come on, I've got your pizza," Tim reassured me. He carried my pizza to the car, and I followed him out.

Once we got in the car, I asked the question I'd had since the first day of school. "Are you watching me? At school, I mean?" I asked.

"I've been-. I'm curious. People talk, and-. Well, you never let anybody close enough to learn anything about you," Tim replied. I knit my brows with great effort.

"What do you wanna know, Tim?" I asked.

"Jason, what kind of accident was it?" Tim questioned.

"Explosion... Gas leak explosion. I don't like to talk about it," I lied. Honestly, I was dying to talk about it. I was sick of holding it all inside myself, but I couldn't afford to let anyone in my head. Especially not some freshman I'd known for less than a week. Tim gave me my pizza box and the okay to eat in the car. I set the box between us and draped an open napkin over my lap. I let Tim eat, but he wasn't hungry. I ate in silence.

It'd been a while since I'd had pizza. I think it was my birthday the last time. I was in the hospital then. Bruce wanted to cheer me up, but all I could think about was my-. I could only think about Sheila. I tried to take the brunt of the blast, but I wasn't big enough. She impaled her skull on a rock anyway. So, I lay trapped between the debris and her lifeless body for what felt like forever. I relived that moment constantly. Lately, I only think about it when I feel trapped. "Jason?" Tim whispered as he touched my arm. It shook me out of a trance. "You alright? You were gone for a while... We're at my house now."

"Oh, we're here?" I mumbled as if I'd been asleep. I slipped my backpack on, and Tim helped me carry my pizza box inside. His house was mostly empty, save for a maid or nanny working on the premises. He set the box on the coffee table and turned the tv on.

I took my homework out of my bag and sat it upright on the floor. "You're gonna do your homework?" Tim asked. I nodded and put on my glasses.

"Yeah, that's what I typically do when I get a minute to sit down," I half-joked. Tim shrugged and flipped through the channels.

"Would it be distracting if I asked you a few questions?" Tim asked. I shook my head. "Jason, when you were thirteen, you went on a short trip to Hollywood over the spring break, right?" The question was weird, but I nodded.

"Yeah, I was visiting a friend. He invited me out to see the movie his Aunt worked on," I answered. That was a half-truth.

"Did you get to see Robin while you were there?" Tim asked.

I laughed it off. "Robin lived in Gotham... But no one's seen much of him lately," I replied. Tim nodded seriously and turned toward the tv.

"He was in Los Angeles that week," Tim replied, "Weird coincidence, huh?"

"What are you getting at, Tim?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just a big fan of Robin. I always ask," Tim whispered. I took a deep breath. "I'm coming on too strong, huh?

"A little," I replied as I opened my history book and filled out my worksheet. It took me an hour to finish my homework before I asked Tim to call me a cab.

Tim seemed sad at first, but he called the cab anyway. When the cab got there, he lingered out front with me. "Hey, um-."

"Thanks for everything, Tim. Can we do this again?" I asked. Tim grinned. I didn't want to admit it, but it was the first time I'd felt normal since the accident. I didn't want to let that feeling go. I opened the door and waved at Tim before heading home.

As soon as I got home, Bruce came out of the manor fuming. He waited until I reached the front door to start in on me. "Where the hell have you been?" Bruce asked, whispering through clenched teeth.

"I got my glasses, ate, and did my homework... How are you?" I asked.

"I was worried-. Did you ask me how I was?" Bruce questioned. I nodded. I never asked him how he was. I think my sincerity shocked him. I offered an awkward smile. "I'm alright... How are you?"

"I'm good... I think-. Yeah, I'm good," I smiled. Bruce let me in, and I took the stairlift without argument. I didn't even have to argue with him. I chose peace and peace felt... Kinda nice.

[rufusrant]

Any starrison fic recommendations? I’ve read like every single one but it would also be nice to just revisit ones I haven’t read in a while

EVERY SINGLE ONE? wow. that is a great 1135 fics as we speak. sure i have some recs for you!

i apologise in advance as i'm surely missing out on a lot of truly great fics and writers due to *not* having read every fic in the tag. and as i unfortunately don't have any leads on your favourite tropes, anon, i hope a list of some of my own personal favourites will suffice! (sorted by word count under the cut)

only finished works are included in this list.

≤2000

More of you to love by @celeste-fitzgerald (G, 778 w., 2 ch. || Fluff, Modern Setting) — While doing some online shopping, George buys a Ringo plushie. Best purchase he's ever made.

A Smile and a Kiss by @measuredoutinyears (T, 950 w., 1 ch. || Fluff, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love) — Paul bets Ringo he can’t last five minutes without smiling to his boyfriend. Ringo thinks he can take up the challenge. (He’s so wrong.)

For You Blues by @no-longer-humans (M, 638 w., 1 ch. || Implied/Referenced Cheating, Mild Sexual Content, Introspective) — Partly inspired by Bluets (poetry collection). George works out his feelings.

poking feelings by @friendofgeorgeharrison (G, 326 w., 1 ch. || Post-Beatles, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together) — A short glimpse of George and Ringo right before they retire for the night. Featuring their love and Ringo’s earring.

You Are Young And Life Is Long by @gold1984 (Unrated, 634 w., 1 ch. || Early Beatles, Plotless Fluff, Birthday) — On the day George turns 22, Ringo realizes how much time left for them to spend together.

Let Nothing You Dismay by @honeyheffron (G, 990 w., 1 ch. || Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort) — In the wee hours of Christmas morning, Ringo can't sleep. The next logical step, of course, is to build a gingerbread house.

Black and Pink by @mithranqueer (G, 1018 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Pre-Slash) — George has always found himself drawn to Ringo, eventually he'll admit that it isn't just because of his drumming ability.

Where We Shared Our Tiny Grace by @cinnamontoastandtears (T, 1596 w., 1 ch. || Getting Together, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff) — Ringo and George move in together. They have a small accident. But just because it's an accident doesn't mean it's bad.

i bet you're gonna smile by yours truly (T, 987 w., 1 ch. || Pillow Talk, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content) — Barred from the hotel dining room on a busy Valentine's Day, George and Ringo spend it in bed with a movie.

≤5000

A Calculated Risk by @blackbeltkitten2 (G, 2699 w., 1 ch. || Sickfic, Fluff, Getting Together) — Brian's sent the boys out to an idyllic little cottage to write and relax. In the middle of winter. At least George gets an idea for his Ringo Situation once his headache subsides.

I Can't Tell You (But I Know It's Mine) by madgezimmer (E, 4933 w., 1 ch. || Handjobs, Blowjobs, Bathtubs, Implied/Referenced Alcholism) — 1969. Maureen, Zak & Jason are away with the Powells, leaving Ringo alone in an empty house. But nothing lasts forever.

well i may not live past twenty-one but what a way to die by @friendofgeorgeharrison (T, 3039 w., 1 ch. || Genderbent, Hamburg Era, Getting Together, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content) — Ringo Starr is a butch, look at her funny, she’ll curse at you. Call her something she doesn’t like, you’ll get your nose broken. Touch her and you’ll get cut. Or that’s what Georgie thought of her until she got to know her more intimately.

No Weddings by @measuredoutinyears (T, 2887 w., 1 ch. || Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet, Unconventional Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Confessions) — The Beatles are getting married, one by one. But George can't have the only man he wants, and he's not fine with it.

Trust by @celeste-fitzgerald (E, 3872 w., 1 ch. || First Time With Each Other, Fluff and Smut, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Top Ringo Bottom George) — George and Ringo may not have any experience with going all the way with each other - or with any man, for that matter - but they're ready to figure it out together.

≤10K

Cayenne by @honeyheffron (M, 8050 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Minor Violence, THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE STARRISON FIC EVER) — George, Ringo, and the fervid wiles of Hamburg, 1960.

a push in the right direction by @blobfishmiffy (T, 6442 w., 1 ch. || No Band, Modern Setting, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, First Kiss) — Ringo and George are not dating. They're not. John (and also Paul) think otherwise. There are realisations.

Life Is Real by @measuredoutinyears (T, 8870 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, University AU, Fluff, Queen (band) References) — George's jeans betrayed him (ie they teared exactly where they shouldn't have). John is way too happy about it and Paul isn't of any help. George's shame will never end unless someone steps in. Or: two Queen fans meet.

An Act of Love by @celeste-fitzgerald (M, 6006 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, side Bob Dylan/George, Pining, Mild Sexual Content, Fluff and Angst, Kind-of Pretend Relationship) — It's been way too long since George has been on a proper date. The only men who are interested in him only want him for his body, and George is sick of it. Luckily, Ringo has a plan. He'll take George on a pretend date and pull out all the stops to make sure he knows how worthy he is. It's a great plan - or at least it would have been if Ringo didn't catch feelings.

≥10K (oh my god there's so much i haven't read yet please forgive me)

A Love That's Shining All Around Here by @measuredoutinyears (M, 12,740w. 3 ch. || Modern Setting, Fluff and Smut, Requited Unrequited Love, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Grinding) — George can't have Ringo in real life, so he writes fanfictions about them. Until, one day, Ringo discovers fanfictions are a thing.

Guess Who? by @celeste-fitzgerald (T, 14,980 w., 9 ch. || Secret Crush, Coming Out, Eventual Starrison) — George has been struggling to keep his feelings for Ringo a secret, and after two months, Ringo confronts him about the strange way he's been acting. Ringo discovers that George has feelings for a man and is curious about who it is. But George, who is scared to tell Ringo that it's him, panics and gives Ringo the first name that pops into his head, hoping that he'll drop the conversation. He didn't plan on Ringo insisting on being his wingman to try to get George together with the man in question.

My Georgemortal by yours truly (Unrated, 21,932 w. 44 ch. || Crack, My Immortal (fanfic) references, an unhinged mess) — George is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. May God help us all.

thanks for the ask, anon! and an even bigger thank you to every single author on this list. all of you give me life. and i personally hope i have more fics to put on the next rec list!

[seresinhangmanjake]

headcanon asks for Signed Away

ok so this is for the headcanon asks from @yanna-banana @wkndwlff and @mizbytomic. Tumblr deleted the asks (probably because they sat unanswered for so long, my bad :/) so im doing it this way. I hope you like them. Sorry for taking so long, but thank you for submitting :)

Signed Away:

A random headcanon - You were the one to convince Jake to become a pilot. He somehow thought he was too old and undeserving, and his father was still slightly putting pressure on him to run the company even though the contract was broken, but you wouldn’t let up, so he agreed to try. 

A family headcanon - Caleb was technically an accident. Wanted, but still, unplanned, and you were terrified you were going to be a horrible mother. You just didn’t trust in your abilities. So Jake created a bedtime routine where you listed all the reasons you would be a wonderful mother before trying to list any reasons why you wouldn’t be. By the time you finished listing the good reasons, the bad ones didn’t make any sense, and you realized it was just your nerves taking over. When Jake was deployed for part of your pregnancy, he made you promise to keep up the routine, and you did. 

A sick headcanon - Jake goes absolutely crazy when his kids are sick. So much so that his constant panic and hovering probably makes them feel worse, but you don't have the heart to tell him to stop fussing over them. You have to make him come to bed otherwise he will sit beside them all night.

A drunk headcanon - You don't get drunk very often. You're still embarrassed about the first time you did when you kissed him, even though Jake thinks of that day fondly and tells you often. Jake, on the other hand, has no issue getting drunk when someone else is watching his kids and he just wants to have some fun. It doesn't happen too incredibly often, but when it does, he's always extremely cuddly and won't stop touching you regardless of where you are or who you're around.

A birthday headcanon - For your first birthday after you were married, Jake bought you an engagement ring. It never felt right giving you one when you were in the contract because he would’ve been scrambling to find something that he couldn’t be sure you’d even like, and it probably would’ve been awkward. Your wedding bands were rather simple, and while he loved them, he wanted you to finally have a diamond. Ever since then, he liked to gift you diamond jewelry when he could. 

A secret wish headcanon - (gotta be honest, not quite sure what this means, but i’m gonna guess (and please correct me if i am wrong) something they secretly want? It was either that or something I secretly want for them, but I’m going with the former) 

Jake secretly wants five babies. He’s pretty sure you’ll never go for it though, because you’re basically thirty when you have your daughter. 

A fighting headcanon - You hadn’t seen Jake’s sisters since you were a kid. They weren’t able to make it your wedding, so the next time you really spoke to them was after you were already married. They unintentionally teased the both of you and made light of the whole contract situation, and Jake lost it, refusing to speak to them for almost a year until you urged him to. While you were out of the contract, the topic was still sensitive, and Jake didn’t let anyone outside of the two of you talk about it. He considered it in the past and he wanted to keep it there. 

An unexpected headcanon - Jason got married five years after you did and he invited you to the wedding. You didn’t know why he did but you went anyway. He had turned his life around and you didn’t have any hate towards him, so you figured it was the right thing to do. Jake was grumpy about it until Jason approached you both and handed you an envelope that contained a check for the 20k Jake paid him years prior. 

[vcrooster]

Honest | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw p.3 | Final.

Angst & Smut

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Reader.

Word count: 3.3 k

Summary: You cared about Bradley enough to come back to him, but not to stay with him.

Warnings: Cheating, abuse.

Authors note: last part, thank you guys so much for showing this series some love, I will be posting new rooster and maybe some Bob content soon. <3

***

“You seem a little off today” The calm voice of you therapist had interrupt all the memories going through your head. “Did something happen that you’d like to share with me?”

Yes. It’s Bradley’s birthday, he turns 29 today. “No, I’m just zoning off Owen, I’m sorry”.

“You’re lying Y/N” You don’t like to lie to him, you are supposed to be pouring out your emotions and thoughts on to him but you can never do it, there’s always something stopping you right on your tracks most of the times. “Does it have to do with your brother?”.

“No- hey, actually I found a small apartment for myself down town” in the moment you do your best effort to throw him off. “I paid the deposit and I can move in the first of the next month”.

“Im very glad to hear that”.

It has been almost three years since you moved all the way to Tennessee with your brother Jason. A fresh start seemed to be the best for both of you.

Jason’s past started catching up to him and soon enough he was left with nothing. He had no choice but to give away what took him so long to built after his sobriety.

It wasn’t all bad for him after all. He finally settled and became a sort of a step dad to a pair of twins in the past year. Who would’ve thought parenthood is all he needed to be back on his tracks.

Living with him wasn’t quite how you remembered being as opposed when you were kids. You could never feel entirely comfortable around Jason, small details about him were the ones that made you regret following him all the way across the country.

Things like him mixing up some of his clothes with yours, being too loud when he is sleeping or even the amount of salt on the food. It was slowly driving you crazy.

You needed to get yourself started on something as well and so you ended up in the office of a pediatric facility. At least not at home obsessing over everything.

You saved as much as you could and once you had the first argument with him you knew you needed out.

It was over something so ridiculous. His boys were staying over that night, they were making a mess in the kitchen, which you just finished cleaning.

“Jason I just cleaned” you pointed out quietly looking at the kids run around. Last time they were over you had to redo the whole house all over again.

“It’s not a big deal Y/N”. He was trying to brush it off but ended up sounding irritated.

“I’m not cleaning it again Jason” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Shit, I’m not asking you to”. He raised his voice not quite yelling but almost there. “Give me a fucking break”. Once he raised his hands you took a step back. He wasn’t trying to scare you it was just his frustration.

“I’m sorry-“. He let out once he realizes what he’s done he lets you walk out to your room.

You heard him play around with the boys, he seems to be such a natural dad, you could tell Jason is finally happy.

You could also hear him clean after the kids once they were tucked into bed.

Maybe 30 minutes passed when he is knocking on your door. “Hey”. He is leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pocket.

You can only stare back at him, you felt embarrassed. He knew what happened to you once Samuel trial started but you guys never had a real conversation about it, every time he tried you just shutdown completely.

“We need to talk Y/N” Every step Jason takes in the room resonates in loudly in your ears. Stay there. Please. Stay there. “I need you to talk to me”.

You can’t help to stiffen when his figure towers over you, he noticed and he does all he can to make himself look small. He squatted in front of you making sure not to touch you. “Look I fucking hate him Y/N and I’m sorry you had to go through that alone- I can find you someone that can help you”.

“I already heard all of the motivational speeches Jason” you don’t want to talk about this, you don’t need him to feel sorry.

His eyes soften when he looks up. You could tell the pity in his features. No, no, don’t look at me like that.

“I wasn’t alone”. He nodded slowly. “Bradley was good to me”. Bradley.

“Did you love him?”.

“I did love him” You don’t know if you still do. But one thing you do know is that you think about Bradley Bradshaw everyday.

Samuel had used the word whore in his testimony. You didn’t let Bradley come to the trails, he would always wait outside for you in every single one of them.

“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve known” his crying. You haven’t seen him cry since he broke his arm in a skate accident when he has twelve.

Did he really feel that guilty?

He was your older brother, in his mind he is supposed to protect you from the big bad troubles of the world. The thing is that he didn’t know that they would be right in front of his nose.

“I just don’t want you to stay stuck there with Sam”.

You really didn’t want to go to therapy but if it got your brother to calm down and some how feel at peace, you would.

At first it was difficult, then awkward and now just a normal conversation every last Friday of the month.

For a therapist Owen wasn’t very good at making someone feel comfortable but he sure managed to gain trust very quickly.

“That’s all you want to tell me today?” He tilts his head to the side tapping his pen on his thigh. “Your downtown apartment?”.

“It’s Bradley’s birthday”. You give in. There it is.

Leaving Samuel and the past years of your life behind is something that you had to work on, what you weren’t expecting is the best thing was to move on from Bradley as well. A fresh start, with no strings attached.

“You also have a date with Theo tomorrow”.

“Ah the guilt trip” You finally decide to take up your co worker’s offer to go out for dinner. “Works every time Owen”.

“All I’m saying is don’t start something new if you still haven’t gave closure to the old”.

The thing is that there is a part of you that still wants to hold on to Rooster.

That same part of you still wants to wake up next to him, listen to him trying to explain to you how his aircraft works- You’d like to drive around with him in his bronco listening to the music he likes. You would’ve loved to go back and fully enjoy Bradley.

You stayed at his place for four months. Three of those months he stayed next to you whilst your divorce and the charges you pressed against Samuel were going on.

He tried his best to be supportive but he felt helpless every time the bruises were peeking trough your clothes, you looked so fragile to him.

The bruises on your body started to fade away but his sad towards you gaze stayed the same. You hated it, you wanted him to look at you the warm way he’d always have.

You wanted your relationship with him to go back as it was.

You took it upon yourself to make that happen. He was about to get home that night, you were wearing a silky pyjama set and the laced underwear you knew for a fact he liked.

You were very nervous once you heard the front door close. He was wearing his pilot suit and his hair looked a little messy. He made eye contact with you when he was done taking his boots off.

“Hi babe” he look and sounded a little tired. For fucks sakes, he looks so good with his suit on. “What is it?” You were staring at him as a confused smile was painting on his face.

Your heart raced every step you took towards him “What’s wrong?”.

“Nothing” You closed the distance between you two clashing your lips on his. Last time you guys had sex was the time he drove you to that nearby town.

His lips moved softly over yours, his thumbs were caressing your neck sweetly but you knew that he was holding back.

You go for the zipper of his suit trying to get something out of him but he just stiffens at your action, his hand is holding yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/N”. His voice was sincere. His fingers were tracing circles on your wrist holding it in place.

“You could never hurt me Bradley” you replied.

It took him a second to dive in. He kisses you deeply, his tongue makes its way into your mouth and a moan escapes yours.

His hands lift you up the floor from the back of your thighs, he adjusted your height so you could lock your legs around his waist.

Soon your back is pressing against the wall and his lips are going down your neck. You feel his cock pressing against you as he nips the skin behind your ear.

You kissed him whilst he walked to the bed room. He made sure he was gentle when he placed you on the mattress.

He stud up to unzip his suit, you’d lift yourself up to help him get undressed, in a blink of and eye his dog tags were the only thing left on him.

Right when you were about to pull him down to you lips again, he kneels and pulls you towards the edge of the bed. His hands are quick to slip off you shorts and panties. Your stomach began to tense when you saw him get closer.

Bradley kisses your inner thigh leaving a trail right before going to your center. You arch your back as soon as you feel his tongue on you. “Shit-“.

Your fingers get lost in his hair pulling him closer and his fingers start to curl inside you. He moans into you, when you feel the vibrations it makes you grind on his tongue.

His hand travels to your to your stomach pushing down keeping you still “Easy…” his fingers are still working inside you and your thighs start to slightly shake.

It doesn’t take long before you start feeling the pleasure in your lower stomach explode. “Bradley-” you whimper.

You feel his knees climb onto the bed on top of you. His lips are on yours with your hand in the back of his neck.

He helps you sit up to and takes the remaining of your clothes off. His fingers caress carefully the side of your body, he touches you as if you were made out of glass.

“I love you” He whispered. He looks at you in the eye, and there it is, you can feel the warmth in his gaze. He’s kissing tenderly you before you could even think to say anything else.

He positions himself in your entrance, he looks at you for approval. He slowly starts to rock into you and his forehead drops on yours. Both of you let out a gasp at the sensation, you wouldn’t believe that just a couple of months were going to have you so eager for him.

His hand reaches up to lace his fingers with yours giving a gentle squeeze.

He starts to pick up the pace but deep making sure it’s deep, hitting your sweet spot. He kisses you with hunger groaning into your month. “you ok?”.

“Yeah“ his cheeks are flushed when you take a look at his face “keep going”. He placed your leg on his waist, helping for a better angle so his thrusts became faster and harder.

“Fuck- you feel so good” he rasped.

He hides his face in the crook of you neck, the knot in the pit of your stomach was growing faster and faster. Your walls were clenching around him, you could hear him hissed and growled in your ear.

You felt the pleasure finally explode, you held on to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

His lips were on yours when he came towards his end.

“I love you Bradley”.

You wished you could stay with him, maybe settling down and having a family with Bradley is all you could ever need.

But Jason has taken a job in Tennessee and had the intention to take you with him. Start from zero. The answer to his proposal was a ‘No’ from you right from the bat.

The last month however Bradley was sent off on deployment leaving you alone in his apartment.

It was alright the first couple of nights, some days later you found yourself hugging his pillow at night and wearing some of the clothes that still smelled like him.

Then some nightmares about Samuel that made you wake up in the middle of the night. But the thing that threw you off the edge was Samuel’s mother calling you.

She called you ungrateful, a slut, she threatened to kill you. She told you Bradley’s address before ending the call.

You felt nauseous and cold, you started running around the apartment checking all the locks, covering the windows, you even pushed the sofa against the door.

You called Bradley several times but went straight to voicemail.

You: [2:36 am] answer please.

You: [2:36 am] Bradley.

You: [2:37 am] call me.

“Shit just answer”.

He call you right when you were getting ready to send another text.

“Hey, Hey whats wrong?” Bradley’s voice was concerned. The knot in your throat got bigger and all you could do is cry on your end. “Y/N I need you to tell me what’s going on”.

“I- she…” is all you could muttered out. Every sound made your anxiety shoot up. He was just listening to you trying to catch your breath.

“Baby is not like I can go check up on you, talk to me”.

“Sam’s mom she called me” you choked out. “She knows your address-“

“What?” He interrupted.

“I pushed the sofa against the door I-“

“Hey Y/N, hey, listen to me” he felt terrible noticing how paranoid your voice sounded “I’m not letting anyone hurt you”. He tried to calm you down but it really wasn’t helping “I’m going to need you to do something for me, okay?”.

“I’m scared Bradley”. His heart ached.

“I know, I know baby, but I need you to call your brother”. You didn’t realize how badly your hands were shaking until you look at the screen of your phone “Tell him to go stay with you, l don’t want you alone”. He made a pause “Can you do that?” You nodded as if he could see you, quickly started looking for Jason’s contact.

“I got it” you replied trying to compose your breathing.

“I love you”. He said.

“I love you too”.

Your brother insisted on the Tennessee plan after that. Seeing you have these panic attacks had him beyond worried. You needed this more than he did, you needed stability and peace in you life, the only thing that was holding you back was Rooster.

Jason talked to him about it, over the phone of course, he thought it would be better to let him think about it before he got back.

“It’s what’s best for her”.

Bradley knew it. But he couldn’t help to think that he finally had you all for him self and didn’t what to give you up that easy.

“Look man-“ he was thinking too much about this.

“Just give it a thought” his voice sounded so contrasting over Bradley’s. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to come between you guys”.

“I’ll think about it” he said with a defeated tone.

And he did, it was the only thing on his mind for the rest of his deployment. Fuck, he only had a couple of months with you, that’s it. The thing is that this wasn’t about him, it was about you.

And hell, he was going to miss you so much. He didn’t have it in himself to say goodbye but he knew he had to let you go.

The night you were getting on that plane was the first time you saw Bradley cry. Maybe the goodbye wasn’t permanent but it sure was going to kill him.

“I’m going to miss you baby” he was holding on tight trying to take in the smell and feel of you. All you could do is cry. Cry because he came in what it was just the wrong moment.

You kissed him for the last time when they were calling for you flight. “You better come find me”.

“I will” he promised. You wanted to say that you loved him but the knot in your throat was Impeding it.

You got in that plane leaving him behind. The first couple of months you guys were stupid enough to try and make it work. Time and work eventually got between you two.

His busy Navy schedule really wasn’t leaving any time for anything. He got sent to top gun, he got in the top 1%. But you’ll still cross his mind from time to time.

You hadn’t heard from him in two years and there you were still were mentioning him to your therapist.

“Give him a call” Owen voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

“I wouldn’t know what to say” you replied.

“Happy birthday for starters”.

You found yourself sitting on your bed looking at Bradley Bradshaw contact number. Was he even going to answer? You’ve already changed your number just around a month ago.

Damn, this is so stupid. One, two, three.

“Hello?” His tender voice was in the other side of the line. “Who’s this?”. Shit say something.

“Hi stranger”. Your voice sounded nervous.

“Y/N? God, hi” You wanted to think he was happy to hear your voice just as you were “it’s been some time”.

“Happy birthday”. You move the phone away from you to take a deep breath. Just be cool, it’s just Bradley.

“Thanks” you swear to god you could see the smile forming on his face. “How you been?”.

“I’m doing good, how’s the navy treating you?” Work, really? That’s what you ask him about?

“I’m in top gun, so I’d say it’s pretty good”.

You forgot how nice it was too speak to him, how comforting he was. You started to catch up with him. Man his career really skyrocketed.

You were happy for him, glad he didn’t stay chasing shadows.

You spoke to him for around two hours, before you heard some voices call him in the back.

“Rooster! Let’s go get you some drinks man” they faded away, he must’ve covered the speaker. “I’m alright Yale” you heard.

“Hey, no, no, no. Go with them” you encouraged. The last thing you wanted was to lead him on in any type of way. “I have some work to do anyway” that was a lie.

“It’s fine Y/N really”. No, it’s not fine.

“I don’t want to hog you on your birthday”. You felt your face hot, don’t cry know Y/N, come on. “Go, have fun”.

Silence. He probably was thinking the same thing you were.

“Thanks for calling” Bradley’s voice came out with a doleful tone. “Keep taking care of yourself”.

“I will” this was it, closure. “bye Bradley”.

“Bye Y/N”.

It took you a second to compose yourself, you had expected to find yourself crying by this point, but you weren’t. You are alright.

The sudden notification of your phone caught you off guard for a moment. It was Theo.

Theo: [8:12 pm]: hey!

Theo: [8:12 pm]: We’re still on for tomorrow?

You: [8:13 pm]: yeah :) I’ll see you tomorrow.

Theo: [8:14 pm]: alright, can’t wait! :).

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[this-is-all-unreal]

My dear Friend

Part 10

Masterlist

No real warnings just a little spooky part. The rest of it is going to a mostly fluff. A fun idea I had about The Batfam going camping. I hope you all still enjoy it!

     The next morning was pretty standard. Breakfast was served and we all ate in mostly silence aside from the occasional sidebar conversation. Once almost everyone was done eating. Bruce told us all to stay seated. That he had something he wanted to say. 

       "I wanted to reward you all for your hard work and dedication so I have arranged for us all to go on a little family trip." He hardly finished his sentence before Tim and Dick high fived over the table. 

       "Alright! Are we going to Hawaii, maybe the Bahamas?" Dick asked as he leaned back in his seat with a big smile.

      "No, not that kind of trip. We are going outside of Gotham city limits to go camping. I figured it would be a good chance to brush up on some survival techniques." You could feel the excitement leave the air. There was a collective sigh. 

       "In what world is being away from my computer a reward?" Tim asked as he pushed his plate away. 

       "Yeah for once I'm with Tim. This is gonna blow, Bruce." Jason adds. 

      "You boys will have fun. Look, you don't see Margaret complaining." Bruce says as gestures to me down the table. 

       "Hmm? Oh I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." It was a lie I realize but I didn't want to have to tell him how horrible this Idea sounded. He seemed happy about it. Jason laughed a little and stood up from the table.

       "You guys have fun playing boy scouts in the woods. I'll be protecting the city while you're gone old man." 

      "Fake a stomach ache. I can make you puke if he doesn't buy it." Felix interjected. It never came up before now but I guess he hates camping too.

       "I have already made arrangements for The Flash to do a few run throughs. This is a mandatory trip. Everyone is going, even Alfred." Alfred who had just walked in, eyes widened in surprise. 

       "I have to come as well Master Bruce? Oh goody." He says as he starts picking up the plates. 

       "Everyone go pack, no more than one backpack. Margaret stick around. I have something for you." Bruce says as he helps Alfred put the plates onto the serving tray.

      "Now's your chance quick tell him you don't feel well. You'll be a hero to the guys." Once everyone leaves Bruce gets up and reaches up in a tall cabinet and pulls out a gift wrapped in dark green and gold paper

       "Your birthday had passed by the time I met you so this is for you." He said as he handed me the gift. 

       "You didn't have to. I really appreciate it though." I say with a wide smile 

      "You haven't even opened it yet. don't say you appreciate it."

   Ignoring my friend I carefully unwrapped the box and opened it and inside was a stuffed animal of a turtle. He was so soft and his legs were filled with beads giving him some weight. 

      "You seemed to like the turtle figurine so I figured you'd like a bigger, softer one." Bruce said as he picked up the toy and handed it to me. I hug it close and can't help but grin. 

     "What does he think you are five?"

      "I love him, thank you!" I say as I stand up and hug Bruce. He was back to his normal unaffectionate self because he just patted me on the back and took a step away. 

      "Don't mention it, go get packed." I ran upstairs and pulled out a book bag Tim had given to me. I packed some clothes and a blanket. Of course I packed my new turtle who I still need to name. 

      "Don't bring that thing. The guys are gonna make fun of you."

       "No they won't. I want to bring it. He's cute." I say as I zip my bag. 

      I grabbed a few bottles of water and got in the van with everyone else. It was strange seeing everyone in such informal clothes. I don't think I have ever seen Alfred's knees. 

      Bruce was driving and Alfred was his copilot. We hadn't even gotten to the camp grounds and Alfred had already had us all put sunscreen on. Jason and Dick sat in the front row of the back seats and Tim and I had the farthest back seats. The ride was a little longer than I had liked but eventually we made it. We were surrounded by woods on all sides. There was a small building with stalls and toilets and sinks but no showers. Aside from that there was nothing. 

   The tents seemed easy enough to set up. Bruce and Jason could build a tent faster than I had ever seen. Dick and Alfred started on building a fire and Tim and I went looking for things we all could eat. He had a book full of local plants. He marked a few that looked less gross than all the others and the search was on. 

      "This looks like this thing we can eat but it also looks like this other thing that could give us a parasite so I think I will just leave it alone. How are you doing?" Tim asked as he walked over to me. Felix and I were picking berries from a tall bush. 

      "Alright you found mulberries! Here put them in this." He said as he sat a bucket down. It was like Felix was born to pick berries. He was dropping double the berries I was in the bucket. Tim came back with a few mushrooms he was 100% sure wouldn't give us all diarrhea and we headed back. The tents were in a circle around the fire and Jason had put a wire around the circle of tents. 

    "There we go. This way if anyone sneaks up on us we will know." He says proudly putting his hands on his hips.

     "Take that thing down, you are going to trip up a raccoon or something." Dick said as he grabbed one of the steaks in the ground that had the wire tied to it. The two squabbled over the wire as Bruce was roasting some hotdogs for everyone. Alfred took the berries and mushrooms to the restroom to wash them up. Meanwhile Tim crawled into his tent and pulled out his phone. 

     It was starting to get dark and everyone was still doing their own things while Alfred and Bruce fixed up some dinner. 

    I was sitting in a folding chair just staring off when I saw baby deer wobbling into view from the tree line.it couldn't be very old. I stood up and tried to get one of the guys attention but everyone was too busy and shooed me off. The baby deer seemed very interested in our camp so I slowly walked over to it. As soon as I got about six feet from it, it ran off. I followed the fawn wanting to see if I could find its mom. 

       "Careful Margaret. I can't see camp." I ignored him as I continued to chase this fawn who finally stopped In a clearing. I slow down and stand still looking at it. Their eyes are so big and dark. I slowly took a step closer and to my surprise it didn't run. I reached out my hand and petted its head. 

       "Don't touch it, it could have a disease or something."

        "It likes me, Felix look." I whisper. The deer didn't seem to be too afraid of Me. 

       "Oh look now you've done it. It's mom's here." I look around and see an older deer creep out from behind some trees. I pull my hand away and the fawn wobbles to its mom who licks its head. 

      "Here mommy deer. Can I pet you too?" I say as I kneel down trying to make myself seem as small as possible. She was even prettier than her baby. The mother stands her ground and just stares into my eyes. I looked past her and realized how dark it had gotten. Just as I looked away I heard a blood curdling scream making the deer run away. I stood up and looked around for the source but it had gotten so dark I could hardly see a few feet in front of my face. 

       "Felix? What was that?"

      "No clue but I don't want to stick around to find out." He said as he grabbed my hand and started to lead me through the woods. After a few minutes he lets go of my hand. "Don't freak out but we are lost."

       "What! How can we be lost? You never get lost!"

       "I said don't freak out! I'm going to fly up and see if I can see camp from the air."

       "Don't leave me!" I shouted but he was already gone. I looked around for a second then sat on a stump. I shouldn't  have chased that deer. I heard a twig snap so I looked up. I didn't see anything at first, making me assume it was Felix till I saw the big shiny black eyes of one of the deer looking back at me. It seemed to be peeking around from behind a tree.

      "Hey girl, is that mommy or baby deer?" I ask as I stand up to get a better view. 

       "Neither." An unfamiliar voice says.

Frozen with fear I stood there as the eyes looking right into my soul, seemed to levitate in the darkness. 

      "What are you?" I ask as I finally manage to speak.

The would-be deer steps closer into my field of vision but still seems to be hiding behind a thin tree. It was tall but hunching over. I could make out a long face almost like a deer's but it was only bone. The body was all black and almost blended into the darkness behind its form. Its limbs were long and thin, not unlike a spider's.

       "I'm daddy deer." It said as it wrapped it's arm around the tree it was standing behind. 

       "You're not real. I know this trick. I go running back to the camp and sound like a crazy person." 

        "But they all already know you are crazy." It spoke so slowly leaving me desperately anticipating every word.

       "All the same, just leave me alone! I'm not scared of you!" I screamed at it.

      "Liar liar pants on fire." It hummed. "Wanna hear a secret?" It asked me. The words rang in my ears. It's what the news lady said to me. I shook my head and turned my back to the creature. It laughed as twigs crunched behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as it reached me. A hand fell on my shoulder and I turned around and slapped whatever it was as hard as I could. 

       "Ow Margaret!" A very confused Dick says as he holds his face. "I was talking to you and you ignore me now you're hitting me?" I looked past him and saw nothing but very dimly lit trees. 

       "You scared me. I'm sorry." I say sheepishly. 

       "I scared you? You are the one standing in the dark woods looking like an extra from The Blair Witch project or something." He said with a laugh. "Let's get going. Felix led me to you. He's a pretty useful little guy." He added as we started to walk back. I wondered if Dick thought Felix was a child like me. I never wanted to correct him though because hearing him talk about Felix like that always made me laugh.

      "He was the only one who didn't question it when I held their hand."

If Felix was with them then he couldn't have been the thing in the woods. I got goosebumps thinking about it. "What's wrong? You look pale."

       "Don't worry about it." I say softly. 

       "Hmm?" 

       "Sorry I'm talking to Felix." I say as we reach the camp. Bruce stood up and put his hands on his hips. 

        "I got lost." I say softly looking up at him. 

        "Your dinner is cold. Where did you go?" He asks as he starts making up a plate of cold food. 

       "I saw a deer and followed it. Then Felix and I started talking and lost track of time." I lied to him again but It was better than saying I saw a big creepy deer thing. Felix gave me a little shove probably because I pulled him into my lie. 

    "You were gone for hours. That's all you did?" Jason chimed in.

    "Hours? No I wasn't gone that long was I?" 

    "They all went out looking for you. I was ready to call for backup." Tim said as he sat on his phone still. 

       "That's weird. It didn't even feel like an hour." He was right, it didn't. 

      The rest of the evening passed by. I had my dinner meanwhile Jason and Alfred took turns reading out loud from some old poetry books. The evening was winding down and everyone crawled onto their own tents. Everyone had their own aside from Bruce and Alfred who shared the biggest one. 

      Getting into my sleeping bag was the easy part now I had to try and sleep. My new turtle friend was held tightly in my arms. I didn't think I'd be so afraid. Every sound was the creature in my mind. Every sound was something dangerous ready to pounce on my tent. Finally I couldn't take it.

       I got up and walked over to Tim's tent. To see if he was awake still. The jerk had put some kind of lock on the inside of his zipper. I moved onto the next one. I opened the extra large tent and crawled in. I didn't think Bruce or Alfred would mind if I slept in here. It wasn't five minutes before I couldn't take their unified snoring anymore. I moved down the line to Jason's tent. As soon as I opened the tent he shot up and looked at me. 

      "Can I sleep in here? I'm kinda scared." I admit as I get in. 

      "Sure if you want. And don't worry I brought this so don't be scared about any Intruders." He said as he pulled out a gun from his sleeping bag. 

     "Oh good Margaret, Jason has a gun. You must feel really safe now."

     "Are you sleeping with a gun?!" 

     "Well I'm not going to leave  a loaded gun in my bag now am I? That would be dangerous." He said as he laid back down and put his gun under his sweater he was using as a pillow. 

      "Nevermind, I changed my mind." I say as I get out. 

      "Suit yourself. You'll be thanking me for bringing this bad boy if a bear shows up." He said before closing his eyes again. I close his tent up and move to the last one, Dick's tent.

      "Great you guys can cuddle while he cracks some dad jokes."

      "Stop it, he's just a big softy. You shouldn't make fun of him like that." I say as I reach the last tent. I get in and Dick murmurs a little and opens one eye. Seeing it is just me. He rolls over and goes back to sleep. 

      Sleeping here was much easier than I thought. Morning came quickly and we all packed up. After a small breakfast we were on the road again. I never thought I'd be so happy to see the manor. 

Hey there! I'm going to try to do daily post but if I don't just assume a new part will be up the day after. I'm having alot of fun writing I hope you guys are enjoying the story. 😊

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I’m gonna share my DC character headcanons because I want to and no one can stop me! (I wish I had cool art skills to ad visuals to this but I am artistically challenged 😔)

Bruce Wayne:

Birthday: October 10th, 1991 (Spooky szn, also I decided he’s not old)

Sexuality: Bisexual he’s in love with Clark 😊

Favorite Animal: Bats because I’m basic

Has Autism

Height: 6’0

Favorite Food: Lasagna, it is inexplicably the only thing he can cook.

Gender Identity: Demiboy, He/They Pronouns

Now the juicy backstory…

-In my demented brain Bruce didn’t actually have a happy childhood before his parents death and that Thomas was kind of a traditional toxic masculinity man. I think Martha tried her best but couldn’t fully protect Bruce. Alfred was a friend of Martha that moved in after their deaths to take care of Bruce and instilled a lot more positive values in him.

-Is canon, absolutely not, but it’s my brain I can do what I want. I feel like this also helps explain Bruce’s struggles with being a emotionally vulnerable with his kids and the why he makes shitty choices sometimes.

-I also believe he wants to be better and genuinely tries really hard to be a good dad. Very much that trope of ‘I want you to have a better life than I did’.

-Post Alfred moving in with Bruce his development into Batman plays out pretty much the same, but he he does start to realize he is not the straight.

-After adopting Dick he finds out that his son is definitely not straight (caught holding Wally wests hand in a not god honoring way) and has a lot of internal turmoil, he wants to support his son, but has to wrestle with his own internalized homophobia. (Thanks Tom). Lots of angst it’ll be great.

-This contributes to Dick leaving and Bruce finally confronts his issues, enter Jason.

-Jason dies and Bruce goes all the way off the deep end, almost kills the joker. I actually like the idea that Dick stops him and then returns secretly to finish the Joker off, cause he thinks Bruce wouldn’t be able to recover.

-Tim gets adopted a little earlier because jack and Janet throw him out for being trans. Trans baby Tim is the best. This helps Bruce come to terms with his own identity again.

-Steph becomes robin because slay queen mama waffle boots the house spoiler

-Jason returns and has his under the red hood arc minus Bruce basically slitting his throat with a batarang cause I hate that and it makes no sense.

-Cass is adopted and becomes the silent chaos queen we deserve. I like many people headcanon her as being selectively mute, Bruce learns sign language faster than anyone else.

-Damian shows up around the age of 5 because again time is like dick Grayson, bendable as all hell. Bruce loves his babies but extra babies Damian because he loves him and sees a lot of himself in Damian and doesn’t want him to be like him.

-Bruce reachs out to Jason because he missed his son to much and he comes back and omg it’s just the best thing to ever happen pls DC let these boys be SOFT.

-Bruce adopts Duke because another vigilante child isn’t gonna make a difference now but little does he know that his fifth son is perhaps the most chaos gremlin of all. He is flashlight and he will step on the Jokers throat for fun, because not only did the joker jokerize his bio parents but he fucked with his brothers and his dad to much so he’s gonna toaster that man’s tub.

That’s my Bruce headcanon and time line the others won’t be this long but this is for me so I don’t care what anyone thinks teehee.

[mythicalmisery]

"How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?"

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

CW: alcohol (abuse), emotional angst, minor injuries

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Haley's Circus grounds. The tents and booths stood tall, their vibrant colors faded by years on the road. Old paint chipping away on battered wood that was disassembled one too many times. It still felt like home to Dick even after all these years as he walked through the aisles. He came to a stop as they reached the big top, the heart of Haley’s circus and where his life changed forever.

The circus settled in Gotham for about a two-week-long residency every year since he was a child. Even so, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to visit for quite some time. That fact probably wouldn’t have changed for years to come but this visit to Gotham happened to line up perfectly with the anniversary of his parent’s death. However bittersweet it was, he knew he wanted to be here. The last place he ever saw them. Felt his mother's arms wrap him in a tight hug. Felt his father's laugh shake his whole body when he would sit on his lap. He flinched when he felt Jason clap him on his shoulder, shaking him out of his reverie. 

“You good, Goldie?” The younger man asked before taking a swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Face scrunching briefly as the burn made its way down his throat. The crumpled, cliche, brown paper bag over it crinkled in his grip. The whiskey wasn’t considered high shelf in any way, but it got the job done. 

“Yeah, Jay. I just…” He didn’t finish the sentence, wasn’t entirely sure how. 

“I know, let's go inside before the security guard makes his way back though. I’m not saving your ass if we get caught.” 

They slipped through the tarp doors, instantly getting hit with the overwhelming smell of sawdust and stale popcorn. Dick reveled in the memories it brought with it. They made their way to one of the sections of wooden bleachers facing the center of the ring. Dick laid down on one of the benches, facing the ceiling, while Jason sat down beside him. He leaned back with his arms sprawled out at his sides and his legs kicked up in front of him. He handed the bottle to Dick after one last swig while subtly trying to get a read on the older man. 

He had just gotten out of the shower and was going to turn in for the night when he got a notification. He was pretty surprised to see it was a text asking if he wanted to grab a few drinks with Dick. It was rare these days for Jason to hang out with Dick outside of vigilante business, even more so for the man to voluntarily request to get wasted. He quickly ran through the list of possible birthdays and holidays in case he forgot an important date before he realized the significance. A small part of him selfishly beamed at the fact that Dick had come to him instead of Wally or Babs. 

They sat there on the bleachers for most of the night, passing the bottle back and forth. Jason didn’t say much, letting Dick reminisce about his circus days and first family. Offering an occasional laugh or acknowledgment here and there, never enough to interrupt. He could tell the whiskey was getting to Dick as his words became more and more slurred, the boy wonder was typically a beer man and it was showing. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling it himself. After one particular story about the first time his parents let him try the tightrope, his smile faltered and that look appeared again. That haunted look he noticed outside when Dick saw the tent for the first time again. He glanced over when Dick started to move, brows furrowed with a sense of determination? anger? he wasn’t really sure. He quickly stood up, wobbly and lacking his usual grace from the alcohol. He steadied himself as best he could before climbing down the wooden bleachers.

“Dick, what are you doing?” Jason asked, concern lacing his voice and probably his face as well. 

“I want t-to do it, Jay,” Dick slurred. He was halfway across the tent now, walking - more like stumbling - towards one of the two giant metal beams at the side of the ring. “I want to walk the tightrope again.”

Jason knew it was a horrible idea. Dick was fucking plastered, and as talented as the man was, attempting such a feat in his current state was reckless at best and suicidal at worst. “Dick, come on, this isn’t the time.”

But Dick was already climbing the ladder by the time Jason got to his feet. His leg slipped once, twice, and Jason cursed under his breath. The golden boy was going to get himself killed, and then in turn Bruce was going to kill him. He really wanted the second time around to last a bit longer than this. 

Dick finally reached the top of the ladder, pulling himself up onto the small platform while ignoring Jason’s shouts from below. He closed his eyes as the memories flooded back, and for a moment, he felt like a child again, as if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. He could hear the imaginary applause of the crowd, the cheers of his parents as they encouraged him. He could feel the warmth of the spotlight again as it followed him. He slowly opened his eyes back open, reality crashing back in as he was met with darkness. The only spotlight there was the pale, cold, light of the moon shining through the cracks of the tent. His eyes steeled as determination set in. With a roll of his shoulders, he took his first step onto the tightrope. He balanced precariously, his arms outstretched as if seeking the approval of an audience that existed only in his memories. 

Jason watched in silent terror as Dick made his way across the tightrope, his heart in his throat with every wobble. His shouts clearly hadn’t gotten through to the man and climbing up after him wouldn’t solve anything. Even if he was fast enough to climb up there in time, he didn’t feel like wrestling with a drunk Dick Grayson on the small platform twenty feet in the air. The acrobats were the last act of the night, so the safety net was folded up and tucked into the corner of the tent. If Dick fell, it would be a long and painful drop to the ground.

Dick gets about halfway across the rope before the emotions and alcohol finally take over. His muscle memory can only help so much when his brain is soaked in 90 proof. His balance falters as he teeters on the edge of disaster. He can hear Jason yell out from below as he finally gives in and leans to one side. His stomach twists with that familiar feeling that free fall always brings him as his foot loses contact at last. He expects the crash to happen in a few seconds, arms braced around his body. Some self-preservation fighting through the seemingly dead embers of his brain. 

He gets the wind knocked out of him as something slams into his side, sending him rolling against the dirt-covered floor of the circus tent. It takes a few moments to realize that the object was in fact a body that had tackled him in mid-air. He looks over to his side with wide eyes as he takes in Jason’s body next to his, gasping and groaning in pain from their impact. His own body is slightly numb from the alcohol and adrenaline, but not enough to ignore the protests his back and shoulder scream at him as he tries to move. He goes to speak but he’s met with a coughing fit instead, threatening to turn into him vomiting all over himself. He can just barely hear Jason yelling over the ringing in his ears. He’s able to make out a “You fucking idiot!” and a well-deserved “What the hell were you thinking!?” 

Jason looks down at Dick as he’s finally able to get a handle on his coughing fit that wracks his body. There’s really no point when Jason is two seconds away from strangling the life out of the man himself. He’s furious. He’s about to rip Dick a new one until the golden boy finally makes eye contact with him. Tears are welling up in those blue eyes, not from the physical pain, but from all that emotional turmoil that had driven him to even complete the reckless act. Dick was hurting, and the last thing he needed was to be scorned right now. Jason was the last person who could judge Dick for acting out and being reckless when he was hurting in this way. Hell, Jason was practically the poster boy for emotionally unstable and unhealthy coping mechanisms. 

The tension in Jason’s body softens and he surrenders with a sigh. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He asks, partially teasing. The other half actually worried. 

Dick blinks through the tears, trying to focus on Jason’s hand. “Two,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jason can’t help but smile at Dick’s response. “Close enough, Dickface.”

They laid there on the circus floor, side by side, for a few minutes as their breath gradually returned to normal. A comfortable silence as Dick put himself back together and Jason kept him company. Dick eventually broke the silence. “We should probably go home, Jay”

Jason nodded, helping Dick to his feet. He could hold in the groan he wanted to let out but not so much the pained wince of his face. Dick noticed and instantly had that oh-so-very Dick Grayson guilty look he liked to sport, forever the martyr. “I’m fine Dick, really. Let’s just get home so we can sleep it off. Gonna be a hell of a hangover,” Jason interrupts before he can start word-vomiting his predictable apologies. Dick just gave in and weakly nodded, clearly not looking for a fight at the moment. Jason put his arm around his shoulders when he noticed the slight limp to Dick’s gate as he tried taking a few steps. 

“Thanks, Jason” Dick weakly stated.

“Sure thing”

“I don’t mean for this”

“I know Dickie, I know…”

[minnow-doodle-doo]

THE BATMOBILE HAS LOST ITS WHEELS (speaking of i need to read this one again i love it so much)

I'm so glad you love it!! Tho I don't ever really think I'll finish it. But I can tell you how the middle and end would go.

Chapter 4: they go to the batcave, which Wayne manor is owned by Alfred, whole also lives in Birmingham, and from there Bruce gets Jason cleaned up, and explains that he knows about the situation. Jason defends himself, he's not a snitch.

Bruce says that he knows but that doesn't change the fact that everyone is looking for him for that. And then Bruce gives him an out, he can find a way for him to be fostered with him, under a new name and he can go to school and heal and he can decided what h wants to  do when his leg is healed. 

Jason says he’ll think about it and Bruce lets him sleep. He thinks and thinks it seems like Bruce means him no harm, he's batman, and bruce wayne, who’d a thunk that. 

As jason sleeps, Bruce is having a hard time being back in the cave, and tries to push out the thoughts that he's not batman anymore and that dick isn't there. 

So he sleeps too, back in his old chair. 

Jason is the one to wake him up, as he hobbles to Bruce and pokes him and he starles harshly. He says that he’ll come with him, only if he gets to go to school. 

Bruce smiles slightly. 

The drive back is quiet and awkward, but they leave gotham and Bruce watches Jason watch the Gotham skyline get smaller behind them.

Cut to Tim, he’s out taking pictures of the manor, he likes to do that when he’s anxious, and he sees Bruce leave with Jason. Now he knows that Batman is alive. He takes a picture of the license plate of Bruce's truck.

Chapter 5: They get back to Bruce’s new house in the woods and Alfred has already set up the room. They all talk about guidelines and rules, Alfed makes dinner and it's a little less awkward than the car ride. 

Alfred has already got materials for him to get ready to start 8th grade in the fall. His birthday is right at the cut off. They have the whole spring and summer to get him ready.

The rest: So Jason is falling into a rhythm there and he is bored but Bruce starts to bringing him books and they have his ID set up so he goes to school as Bruces 'cousin'

Now Tim finds them and gets caught stalking them (he's been talking the bus/ubers) out in the boonies but he keeps coming back and they just kinda keep him when his parents are out of the country.

Jason and Tim become fast friends and months and months go by and life is alright, Bruce thinks of him as his boys. They bring up Robin a couple of times.

Anyway cut to like a year later, Barbra finds the tires at an auction and tells Bruce so everyone goes back to Gotham for a little trip and he buys the tires.

But the joker who killed Dick is watching and follows them and then tries to reenact what happened with Dick. But Jason gets loose and beats Joker to death with his tire iron, partly so he doesn't hurt his newfound family and partly to get revenge for Dick, even tho he had only met him once.

After that Alfred says he's clean it all up and tells Bruce to run to a safe house with his boys and so they drive having to start all over again. (They just kinda steal Tim)

the chapter bits are below the cut

Everything came back in small pieces laid out over blurry vision. Except the pain, which hit him like a truck.

Jason sucked in a breath, and more things came into focus. The ceiling, if you could call it that, was stone stories above him, as if he were in some cave.

It took a couple of moments to realize he was in a cave.

Adrenaline was the only reason he was able to sit up and look around, which confirmed further that he was in a cave, a cave with high tech equipment and huge computer monitors. In a black swivel chair sat a man. 

The day's events came back to Jason full force. 

The man was Batman. Alive. Real. And apparently very asleep if the closed eyes and the deep breaths were anything to go by.

Jason could take this opportunity to run, but with his fucked up leg, he couldn't get far. The last time he had broken his leg, thanks to dear old dad, it had taken eight weeks to even get the cast off. Eight weeks of crutches and hopping around, at least he had his mom to lean on sometimes.

And he had been stabbed on top of that. 

“You're awake.” a deep voice broke the silence of the cave.

“So are you now.” Jason said and tried to not let fear leak out into his reply.

With the help of the cane, Batman pushed himself up and walked over to his bedside. 

Jason was keenly aware he didn't have a weapon. The fear must have been obvious as Batman again dropped a knife into Jason’s lap.

“It's yours now.”

Jason didn't need to be told twice, the hilt in his hand steadied his breathing.

“How did you know I was Batman?”

Jason should have expected this question, no one knew Batman’s face and how 

“Your teeth were too white and straight to be from the area

“You broke your leg pretty bad. Dr. Thomkins was able to fix you up though.”

“You said-”

“She came here, she’s not gonna tell.”

Jason knew this. He had been to Dr. Thomkins too many times over the year, most everyone in Crime Alley had. She was one of the only universally trusted figures there, she helped people, every single one.

The woman from yesterday must have been her then, the blurry figure in his memory did look like her.

“I know what the police are trying to do to you.” Batman said as he watched the monitors Jason was hooked up too. “It isn't right.”

Of course Batman knew that. “Yeah so it isn't right, they do that shit all the time.”

“Language.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “What does it matter? That if I snitch for real to the police that I’ll still be shipped off to a foster home, if I live long enough for that to happen. Both of those options are no-gos.” the more he talked the more angry he became. “I’m not the first and I won’t be the last.”

“That’s why I wanna offer you a chance to have a foster home outside of Gotham. I can get you into good ones, with a new name, away from the gangs and police.”

“No!” Jason snapped, raising his knife in threat, even if it visibly shook. “No more foster homes!” He had gotten lucky with the Dick Grayson Orphanage, but luck was never on his side.

Batman studied him, still not bothered by someone pointing a knife at him.

“Another option is that you can stay with me then.”

Jason blinked, that was the last thing he had thought would happen. “What-Why?”

“You need help.”

“I don’t!” 

Unfazed, Batman continued. “You’d get a new identity, away from all this. You’d get to go to school again, be a kid.”

“Not a kid.” Jason hissed, still trying to comprend what the fuck Batman was going on about.

“Think about it. We can find other options too. Dr. Thompkins will come and check on you in a couple of hours.”

Those couple of hours were filled with tense silences, only interrupted by the MRE’s eaten between them. Jason couldn’t even relax as he scarfed down the beef ravioli and the rest of the meal, thank god that it had been sealed being opened or else he would have refused. The knife never left Jason’s side.

Batman’s words bounced around his mind, it couldn’t be that simple.

Finally Dr. Thompkins walked down the winding stairs, and Jason let out a breath of relief. Her and Batman talked for a bit, out of earshot and backs turned, but when the doctor turned she smiled at him.

“Jason, it's good to see you awake.” She said as she came up to his bedside. “You’ve really got yourself in quite the predicament.” it wasn’t quite scolding but it brought back memories of her making him take his shots.

Jason shrugged his shoulders. 

“Batman, you don’t need to be here for this conversation.” She waved her hand and Batman actually listened, making himself scarce. Jason hadn’t realized she had that kinda power, it was kinda awesome she could just dismiss Batman.

“Broken nose in multiple places, broken leg, a stab wound. Jason, you almost died from blood loss. You're lucky I knew your blood type already and had a transfusion ready.”

“It wasn't even that much blood!”

She shot him a look which shut him right up, “Anyways, I’m going to do some tests.”

A nagging question slipped out of Jason's mouth as Dr. Thomkins checked over her handiwork on his broken nose. “Is Batman a good person? Can I trust him?”

“Yes.” Dr. Thomkins said without hesitation. “I’ve known him since he was a child, just like you. He always tries to do what he thinks is right, for no other reason other than it is right.”

“Like dressing up in a bat suit and beating up criminals?” Jason snickered, imagining a child Batman with a too big costume, eyepatch and all.

“Even that. I didn't say anything about being…unconventional. Batman does want to help you, because that's the right thing to do.”

Pursing his lips, Jason thought of Dr. Thomkins words.

“He told me what he offered you.” 

Surprised, Jason studied her face. “He did?”

“He did. He did that for his previous ward, more or less.”

Robin died though, probably by the same thing that fucked up half of Batman’s bodywent unsaid “Does he really mean that I would be able to go back to school?” tentative hope slipped through into his tone. 

Dr. Thomkins smiles softly. “Yes. You deserve to go back to school Jason. You deserve a second chance.”

Jason didn’t reply, only ghosting his fingers over the blade in his hand. 

The rest of her visit was thoughtfully silent.

Tim liked to photograph Wayne Manor. It was as if he could pretend that Batman and Robin were alive and well. Maybe they’d be getting ready for patrol, looking over evidence together, or eating a snack. Normal, not dead things. 

So that was why Tim found himself sneaking onto his neighbors property, ignoring that it was private property and that it was a school night. He had taken this route through the woods a number of times, he obviously wasn't just gonna walk up the driveway.

A black pickup truck, a newer model, sat next to a cave entrance. It was too clean to have been left there for long periods of time. The tread marks were deep with speed and more importantly new. 

Tim made sure to stay hidden in the trees, as he took a picture of the license plate. This was gonna be so exciting for him, like a real stakeout, like a real detective. 

Hours went by but Tim stayed strong. Batman would’ve stayed, and so would Tim. 

Finally someone was coming. Two someones, to be more exact. Both hobbling through the shadows till they came out of the entrance, a child on a pair of crutches and a tall scarred man with a cane.

Tim took a lot of pictures for evidence. Who was this man, he was so familiar, but it was hard to tell anything with the scars. The boy at least was a total mystery, (a mystery with a broken nose and foot if the cast and gauze were anything to go by.)

They loaded themselves into the truck without saying a word, and the man turned the truck around tightly and left the way they came. 

Tim smiled to himself, as he flipped through the pictures, zooming in on the man's face. His scar side had been facing Tim most of the time. One photo though, has his face turned slightly, enough to see his one blue eye. 

Tim tried to not to hyperventilate, as he stared harder at the pixels. The bridge of the nose was the same, the eyebrow, the jawline; everything.

That was Bruce Wayne.

Batman. 

Alive. 

Tim promptly burst into happy tears, and quickly wiped them even if there was no one around to see. A big grew on his face as he stood up.

He had a license plate to run.

“He’s not spooky, you're just a pu- uh…scaredy-cat.”