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charmedreincarnation · 3 months
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Hey guysss! A lot of people have been asking for me to make a challenge for a while now. I honestly didn’t want to, not because I’m against them or anything but because the law will be different for everyone. Sometimes, it feels like tumblr needs a reminder - you are the only person who knows what you need to do to succeed. I wish I could imprint this realization on everyone's minds. I’ve also gotten so manyyyy asks about things that genuinely just feel like your doubts repeating in your mind constantly so I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs bc y’all are spiraling really hard. I get it you want your desires for Christmas and new years. It’s okay take a breath, you're alive and will be okay.
Firstly: at the beginning I used to spend countless time spiraling into depression, constantly changing my methods every time I saw a new success story, and every time I found a new foolproof' tumblr method. Methods that were supposed to guarantee results in a day so when they didn’t I felt rlly useless. It was annoying, to say the least, and I don’t want to help others do the same thing, but really all I can do is reiterate what I always say and hope you apply it to everything!!
A lot of you guys wanted something that didn’t involve the void state, so that’s what this will revolve around! But feel free to make this void orientated if you desire, and I’ll also add a void section so all my babies can eat!
Ok so you’ve over consumed, you have dropped the void, and now have switched to just assuming and knowing that you would wake up with your dream life - embracing states. Great! At first, it will seem like you're doing nothing but you aren’t! For example, I knew I was dwelling in the state of wish fulfilled when I went to work without shedding tears, when I looked in the mirror and didn't think I was ugly because, well, I'm beautiful! I didn't care abt not performing well on a test because I could revise my past etc. this isn’t to say ignore the 3D: don’t do that, please try and make sure you’re safe and okay. But know life is malleable. Slowly, things that used to bother me—my parents, grades, anxiety, self-deprivation—started to fade away. Even though my dream life hadn't reflected in my 3D yet, I felt the switch. That's when I decided, I know what to do.
I also remember finding this cute website a long time ago that I want to share that summarizes it in such a great and simple way.
So Before I knew or understood what LOA was, I found this gem of an article on I am Love'- "How To Shift Into A State & Stay There". I think I have a post abt it somewhere on my blog but I’m too lazy to find it so here it is again.
Basically it explains that the essence of shifting into a desired state and staying there. What resonated with me was her choice to dwell in the state of knowing that her desires are hers, no matter what.
The way she used colloquial language made the content relatable and easy to understand. It's like having a conversation with a friend who's guiding you through hard concepts with “dumbed down” language because at the beginning states made 0 sense to me.
Posts like this really helped me particularly because when I discovered Neville, it required three attempts on my part to not only intellectually grasp his teachings, but also to truly comprehend him as a whole, given his non-contemporary speaking tbh.
I recommend it if you find yourself stuck or not really grasping the law yet (which is more than okay) but, if you're looking to understand the loa better or just learn more give this article a read.
There’s also a particular quote from Neville that really got me to dive into his work after finding this article and it was- “The being that you really are, descended to the weakness of the flesh, causing you to experience the state you are now in. Contemplate another state, and the same being who brought your present form into being will restore and make alive the other state, the state desired. This he will continue to do until his purpose is fulfilled. That purpose is to follow a certain pattern back into the unity of being. You see, in the beginning we were drafted. We did not volunteer to fall into these states. We were made subject into futility, not willingly but by the will of him who sent us. But when we return we will discover that we are the very being who subjected us. We are now the sons, destined to return as God the Father!”
Now that you understand and are ready to apply state, Here’s a routine I’ve created to hopefully help you guys! It is very simple and not time consuming at all.
Scripting and writing: I love writing and feeling like the author of my own story, literally bringing my creation to life. I would write when I felt like it. Whenever I wanted to dwell in my state, I would simply write, "I have my dream life." It's so simple, yet it embodies everything I need. If you’re more of a picture girl, use Pinterest instead. Or both if you prefer it doesn’t matter.
Edward arts' "I am creator meditation": Again, do this whenever you like it. It's one of the few meditations that didn't bore me to death and seemed to work with my ADHD. I also love reading, so I would read his pdf whenever I felt like it and take mental notes. Reading his work was a reminder I was doing everything right, it resonated with me very well.
During doubt and overstimulation: When things get overwhelming, close your eyes and let the emotions pass. They’re just thoughts! repeat the words "I am" until your heart returns to its normal rhythm. It's a simple yet powerful way to ground yourself amidst the whirlwind of emotions. And guess what? You can use this technique for doubt too! So the next time you're feeling overwhelmed, remember the power of "I am". It's a gentle reminder of your existence, your resilience, and your capability to be whatever you want despairs any emotional turmoil.
Thank god: (yourself!!) When reminded of your desires. Thank you god. When you see your desires, (eg:Pinterest, online or you’re just reminded) thank you god! When you see an image of your desires, thank you god! When you dream or think about your desires. Thank god! Always thank the person fulfilling it aka you ;)! If you’re religious just thank the god you actually follow.
Nightly reflections: At night, ask yourself , "What would I do if I woke up in my dream life right now?" repeat this question throughout the night. Then, imagine whatever scene you want. What would you do if you could not fail? What would you do if you had all the money in the world right now. What if you looked in the mirror and saw the most ethereal being and it’s just you? What about if you woke up in your dream house with your dream family and pets? This is inspired by one of the first shifting methods I created that helped me fulfill my imagination before I knew what that meant. When you’re ready to sleep just remind yourself it is done, and drift off into your desires.
As I've always said, I've been a great daydreamer. I knew exactly what I wanted my life to look and feel like. I envisioned my walk-in closet filled with luxurious outfits, waking up in my dream room on a soft mattress with my pets purring nearby. I saw the decor reflecting my personality in every corner of my large, and pretty room. I imagined walking into my bathroom, seeing all my cool Sephora products lined up for my skincare and shower routine. I love taking care of myself because I know I deserve it. I saw myself looking in the mirror, knowing I'm "that girl" who turns heads wherever she goes.I visualized going downstairs in my boujee dream house,and seeing my family stress-free, smiling, and eating well. I saw plans being made on my phone, my friends were excited to see and talk to me. I went to my kitchen, filled with expensive ingredients ready for me to cook meals for my loved ones - because I love cooking. I saw myself checking my bank account and seeing multiple seven figures in my savings, checking, and investment accounts and opportunities easily presenting myself to make more if I wanted. I saw myself running errands in my car, shopping, getting Starbucks, having expensive lunch with friends, and making a trip to Target. Despite the simplicity of the day, I would come home and be like, "Ugh, what a long day!"like that one khloe kardashian meme. What if all this happened today? Visualize and feel the scenes so clearly that it felt like it's already happening.. not just in your imagination.
Most importantly: Define the law for you! Stop parroting bloggers and intertwine your own beliefs with the law. The only principle of the law is that through persistence assumption will harden into a fact. Other than that anything goes except for facts that are wrong.
Here’s old notes I found in my phone lol just so you know what I mean by define the law for you: ignore the writing I was kinda dumb and new to the law 😭😭
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Now this is for my void babies if you made it this far.
Read this post.
This is it copied bc the links are wonky sometimes
“My previous method is based on the persistent assumption, which a lot of people don’t know how to do right and it might take some time even for those who have the right self-concept and the mindset, so today I was in the process of manifesting this method.
And I was successful!
This method is for everyone. It’s the easiest Void method.
Do you know that you get into the Void state at night automatically? At that time the whole perceived world disappears for you. Every single perception and assumption you have disappears while your consciousness in the calm and natural Void state.
Use it to your advantage. Now that you know about the Void that you enter when you sleep, the perfect state to manifest anything that you wish to perceive, with no “resistance”, no illusions of annoying solid things around, you only need to remember your scripted starting point in your DR and practice watching it all coming out of the Void.
Practice that scene with your eyes closed, say to yourself:”That is what I perceive. Next time I’m in the Void, I’ll experience this”. You won’t even need to be fully aware of yourself that way when you get into the Void while you are asleep. Your subconscious would do all the work as it now would have the instruction and a clear image of you expecting it.
Personal experience: as I was receiving information on this method, I almost stepped into my DR! I wasn’t even in the absolute void state, I was only creating the scene for this method and I felt it materialise with my senses!
I have great feeling that it’s going to give fast results for others! Try it, teach your subconscious what it needs to bring forth while in the Void, let it do your work for you!”
Lastly, I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs real quick bc the fear of shifting vs manifesting makes me sad for y’all. I understand you don’t wanna leave behind the people you love and that’s not fear to feel ashamed of having! I personally hate the npc mindset a lot of have people have adopted. The only thing we know for sure is that assumptions create realities, and consciousness is the real reality. Everything else boils down to assumptions, except for principles. For example, shifting is not lucid dreaming, even if you assume it to be. That is the principle. I’m just going to copy what I told my mutal bc I’m lazy and need to finish Christmas stuff 😭😭 but Our imagination and the 4D realm are products of our consciousness, which is indeed real. Our view of reality is shaped by our consciousness, since we can't experience everything all at once.
Unless, of course, you shift into a super omnipotent god. Even then, you’d probably still struggle with the concept of infinity because, well, infinity is infinite. And it’s constantly a never exnding expansion. As humans, we're finite beings, and our understanding of the infinite is naturally limited. Because you can’t and won’t ever experience everything at once, infinity is always expanding. Our awareness can be thought of as fragments of consciousness; it's like being a drop of water in a massive ocean. Even though our perception is limited, the infinite is always there, always existing. We simply adjust our awareness to perceive this infinite reality.
And through our consciousness, we are able to tap into other realities or 'multiverses', which give us a broader understanding of existence. This exploration of consciousness and the multiverse is a significant part of my journey into the world of manifestation.
The law of consciousness explains why, when you "shift" or change your perspective, you don't physically move. It's all about altering your state of awareness. This is also why time doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. You can become aware of any time or day you want, as long as you choose to be aware of it. It's like having a mental time machine. This law is why infinite universes exist. As long as you can be aware of it, you can assume and embody the state of that person. Whether that's someone with a billion dollars on Earth, or a person who lives in the Attack on Titan world, it's all about your awareness.Our awareness is just a fragment of the larger consciousness – hence the idea of the multiverse. Each universe is a different fragment, a different state of awareness. And we have the power to “shift” into any of these states, therefore shifting into any of these universes.
I’m telling you this bc there’s no need to be afraid of manifesting or being in a reality with robotic versions of the people you love. Ariana grande and Marilyn Monroe for example talk about loa without acknowledging it and we see their success. Neville Goddard and his followers saw each other’s manifestions and I manifest for my friends and they mnaifest for me.
Take a deep breath and let go of the tik tok clone mindsets y’all have they don’t exist. You can manifest and assume anything you want in your imagination. Y’all literally want to manifest things like millions of dollars, revising deaths, living in new countries, having immorality in your waiting rooms, and never aging which is all possible of course. So be for real, why assume and know that you can achieve all that, but it won't manifest exactly how you want? I've also wondered about what happens to the "old version" of people when they manifest their dream life. As far as I'm concerned, they dont exist because you choose not to be aware of them.
I really want to talk about this too, as I've received similar questions and, oh my god, I thought I was alone. I've always been a bit delusional and lived in my head, but when I became conscious of the law, did anyone else feel a sense of self-embarrassment? I don't know what that was, but I'd genuinely feel my soul wanting to throw up envisioning my desires that aren't mine, even though I've always been a daydreamer. It's kind of like when you feel you can't have them or it's strange to envision yourself with something you can't have, so you just purge yourself. 😭
I was thinking back to why that happened and laughing at myself because we need to be serious right now. Why are you getting sick by your own mind? Imagine if Van Gogh, anytime he pulled out a canvas and held a brush, was jump-scared by the brush. Picture him holding out the brush and just staring at the canvas crying because "well, the painting is going to suck 😐," "I don't know what to paint☹️☹️," "I already know it won't be like what I envision in my head 😡😡." Like, bro, the canvas is blank, just fucking paint. That’s why I really like his quote that's like...
“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” So If you’re scared of failing, if you’re scared of your desires, or scared of how it will come to fruition, for that reason alone is more so to and manifest it anyways.
But happy holidays guys! make some tea, scroll through Pinterest, read a good book and watch some Christmas films and remember if you can imagine/think your desires you can embody them bc where are you getting it from??
Here are some helpful documents I have read plus a cute vid I saw on insta reels : (let me know if the links are being weird)
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bunabi · 4 months
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oh my god no, your point about zevran--first of all i ate it up, second i think you're right. my 1st playthrough of origins i ran as a male tabris that romanced zev and i need to do another playthrough because the vibes i always got about zevran that i could never quite put to words was that contrary to the common(?) fandom perception of zevran just being a very pretty and gentlemanly piece of meat, zev always struck me as much more nuanced and subtle LI than some of the other romance options who were more blatant in their feelings and thoughts and--yeah the big tell to me that something was off with Zev was also whenever he stopped speaking in a grandiose, expressive, or easygoing manner. You don't have to prompt him that much or be invasive after he's already decided to tell you something about himself; he'll talk for a while and he's descriptive. Even when other companions are being rather rude to him, Zev can do the verbal equivalent of a cartwheel easily and often. But he gets reticent with you after he's given you his earring and he's having a crisis about being in love with you and wanting to be your partner. And every time he caught wind of another companion liking you, he's gentlemanly but also quite straightforward and short when he says he'll get out of that companion's way if you want him to (but he doesn't want you to want that, he wants to be kept); aaaaand ... yeah, then he does what you pointed out with oghren. thinking of how Zev responds to you giving him those dalish gloves and what he says about his mom there (and in general how he behaves while you're in the forest doing the dalish questline) my best guess is that he's ... on paper he says he has no attachment to the dalish because he doesn't really think of himself as being one of them, but also he can't help but be sentimental and want some kind of attachment to something longer-lived and meaningful, like the dalish clans and their heritage/history? i can't remember what exactly Zev's thoughts were on alienages (though I imagine that would be a clue here) but my sense of Zev was always that for a dude who often seemed to believe himself a detached outsider, Zev also still identifies with his elf heritage & cares about elf issues--it's just that, you know, as a formality Zev still needs to take it from the top when prompted and explain how he's an amoral miscreant and murderer, that he's owned by the Crows and lacks individuality, you see he's technically neutral about everything because he's committed so many crimes dohow can he judge? Or something like that. I remember similar convos like what you're describing coming up between Zev and ... whatever the rock person's name was. Slate? Slade? Granite? Rock? SHALE. Yes, Shale. Because Shale always has odd questions. I'm sure Sten probably also has contributed to the mystery of Zev in some way but I can't recall off the top of my head lol.
Think you meant to send this to @zevsurana! I'm not the OP of that post! 😅
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pocketramblr · 1 year
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Teen Titans AU where, when the whole Slade's apprentice arc started, Robin screamed "I NEED AN ADULT!" and Superman immediately showed up, please.
Ah, I shall dub this the "stranger danger!" au
1- Slade is all "ah ha, I can kill all your friends instantly with this button unless you do as I say and also I made this matching costume for you." And Robin knows he's in over his head. He hates it, and he hates the voice in his mind that sounds like Bruce saying this was why Robin wasn't ready to be on his own, to lead his own team, he should have stayed in Gotham and blah blah blah.
He needs help. He needs an adult. And he's not giving Bruce a chance to say "I told you so."
You know who never said "I told you so"? Uncle Clark.
2- Robin takes the costume and goes to change, and as soon as he's far enough away, he screams.
Slade didn't expect it. He knew Robin was like him, stubborn and proud and a leader and certainly not going to run and cry to Batman, not that the man could do anything from the other side of the country.
He didn't even consider Superman.
Because Batman is Robin's father, and in a way, his hero- but Superman is his superhero.
So no, Slade had not been prepared with kryptonite.
3- Superman is faster than Slade and breaks the remote before he can activate the nanobots to kill the teen titans. For good measure, he tosses Slade a great distance away and grabs Robin to fly and have a chat about what's going on
4- Slade, by the way, is sure that this explains how Bruce Wayne tossed him out that yacht that one time. Which means Batman and Bruce Wayne/Superman are Robin's parents. Which means he 1- needs to make sure he keeps kryptonite on him whenever he gets near Robin since he apparently has both dads on speed dial and will actually call Superman when needed, 2- should just try to poison Bruce Wayne with kryptonite next time, and 3- tried to steal something from Superman's company using his and Batman's son. Driving strife between the family might be needed later, then. After he gets his hands on kryptonite.
5- Robin asks Clark if he's going to tell Bruce. Clark asks if he needs to. Robin says no, but he's going to reach out about the nanobots- he needs a way to synthesize something to neutralize them, and it'd be easier to use the batcave than jump through hoops to use the League tech stuff. Clark agrees that he doesn't need to tell Bruce anything here, and says Robin can truthfully say he and his team took care of Slade and now just need the resources for cleanup- Clark is happy to be on Robin's team, after all.
But he could stand to call more, you know, Clark misses his nephew. Visits to Gotham or other teamups are so much gloomier with him gone.
Robin agrees, he misses the nights where Clark would take him to watch a game and then tell him Kryptonian stories over hot chocolate, on those nights Bruce actually had to be out of the country for WI.
He promises to call, and then checks in with his team- who immediately gang up on him for holding out on them, he's been buddy buddy with Superman and never introduced them???
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romanyeva · 9 months
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Been seeing a bit about of the MAwS version of Deathstroke on my feed recently with not a little outrage at his twunkiness or not-dilfness or something and that he might be a little bit pathetic.
Well!
Comics Slade Wilson can be VERY MUCH a pathetic wet meow meow of a man. Here he is in the series end of his latest title, Deathstroke vol. 4 # 50 (2016-2020):
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This takes place after his showdown with an alternate Slade Wilson from the Dark Multiverse. He's reconciling with his ex-wife - you know, the one who shot his eye out - and cooking Christmas Eve dinner for the family. Of which, William "Billy" Wintergreen is an honorary member. Just look at Slade's little purple house slippers!
More scans from this series end under the cut:
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Rose and Joseph, Slade's kids, and Adeline also greet Wintergreen. So domestic! And look at Joey using wifi to speak through his mom's house speakers. Yes, Joseph Wilson aka Jericho - canonically bisexual - is very much alive in DC Rebirth (and his story is wild and dramatic, tragic and uplifting)! [If something awful happened to Jericho after this issue, let me know.]
Then Slade and Billy go down to the basement to have a little chat.
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Looking at the basement, Slade is definitely settled in for the long haul. He has his 'man-cave', need I remind you, in the basement. He's definitely playing nice with the ex no matter how many knife fights they get into with each other. And here he explains to Wintergreen, that he was going to play dead because it would be best for everyone - meaning his family. He may be absolutely sure of his deadly abilities, but his personal ones? Not so much. He's a dangerous guy! It's bad for the kids!
But he's still retired, just not in hiding anymore. He's going to be a responsible partner and father, darn it!
Take a long look at his famous Deathstroke sword, placed in retired honor on the wall, because it will be important in a bit.
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You heard the man, Billy, Deathstroke is done! And they still have Christmas dinner to take care of!
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Aw, look at this picture of domestic bliss. Adeline and Wintergreen are talking shop; Rose and Joey are playing a video game and being very sibling. But, OH NO, look at Slade and his body language. He's sitting pressed against the corner of the sofa, still in his little purple house slippers, just absolutely slumped and not having a good time. SLADE! SLADE WILSON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!
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His family's chatter just becomes noise in the background as he replays - from earlier in the issue - darker Slade's words in his head. And darker Slade said these same words to him TWICE. Telling him that he - our Slade Wilson - ruined all the good things in his life, that he did it to himself.
So he goes to get the turkey out of the oven.
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More domestic stuff, aww 🧡 But where's our man Slade? Billy goes to check.
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Turkey abandoned. Back door open. And the infamous Deathstroke sword RIPPED OFF THE WALL AND OUT OF RETIREMENT.
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And there he is folks, Deathstroke, back in the shadows. Slade Wilson abandoned his family AGAIN! Slade Wilson, you pathetic wet meow meow of a man! You just cannot - absolutely CANNOT - allow yourself to be happy.
I would say that he isn't doomed by the narrative, but that he dooms himself; but if we were talking CLASSIC TRAGEDY, he has this absolutely fatal flaw that dooms him to be alone. And in a metatextual sense, that's also true, because he's become one of DC's banner villains. They will not let him retire, become anything but a morally dark gray character, so they gave him this ironclad flaw:
What can you take from a man who has nothing? Give him something first.
And Slade Wilson would rather have nothing because he's already lost too much.
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anawrites3 · 1 year
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I'm feeling a bit angsty today and I'm thinking about Dick doing something that made Damian furious (I'm not sure what exactly. Risking his life on a mission? Accidentally exposing a secret Damian shared with him?) and Damian is yelling at him, his face red with anger. Dick tries to apologize, maybe explain himself but then Damian hits at his chest to shove him away.
"I hate you!" he yells and Dick just... freezes.
Everything falls quiet in the cave, no one dares to make a sound. Dick isn't even breathing, just looking at Damian with wide eyes.
"C'mon, Damian, don't say that." Tim scolds him gently in a quiet voice, stepping closer to them. "You didn't mean that."
"I did mean it! I hate you, Grayson! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
Damian runs back to the manor and Alfred goes after him. Dick just looks after Damian, after his baby brother he would do everything for, the boy that he helped raise. He doesn’t hear Jason when he calls out to him and is barely aware that Jay steps up to him.
"Dickie..." Jason says again, softly, fingers squeezing Dick's shoulder.
It's grounding and Dick finally starts breathing again, even though it hurts.
"I-I'm okay." he forces out. His breath is shaking. He looks down at his hands and notices that they're shaking too. "I... I should go now."
"What? Dick, no-"
Both Tim and Jason try to stop him, try to reason with him that he should stay, that he really shouldn't go back on his own in this state. Dick ignores them. It's easy when he doesnt even hear what they're saying, when all he hears is 'I hate you, I hate you' playing over and over again in his head like a broken record.
He doesnt manage to go far. Some time later, he finds himself at one of Gotham's buildings, crying and trying to remember how to breathe.
He wants it to stop hurting, he wants to go back in time so he won't make that stupid mistake and Damian won't hate him for it, he wants to forget about this fucking day, he wants- he wants-
He fishes out his phone from his suit before he even manages to understand what he's doing and dials a number that he knows will always pick up, no matter how late it was, no matter how stupid the reason is.
"Yeah?" a hoarse voice answers and Dick finally breaks out sobbing, no longer able to keep it all in.
"Slade-" he sobs and faintly hears the rustling of the sheets on the other side of the line.
"Dick." Slade replies, immediately much more awake and alert. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?"
Dick would laugh if the situation was any different.
"Slade..." he cries again instead. His hands are trembling so much he's afraid he'll drop his phone so he sits down.
"Are you in danger?"
"N...no." his breath heaves, sobbing so hard now it’s difficult to do anything else. "N-no, Slade, I'm- I'm fine, I'm-"
"Alright, calm down, Dick. Take a deep breath for me, little bird." Slade orders, firm but in a soft voice and Dick does. "Good. Now again."
It doesnt help much, it doesnt change anything, Damian still hates him-
"Again."
It doesnt change anything but Slade's with him now, Slade's talking to him and Slade always makes Dick feel safe and loved, and so he follows every one of his instructions.
"What happened?" Slade asks gently, when Dick calms down enough to just cry silently, tears running down his cheeks without any sound.
"I... I d-don't want to think about it." he admits and Slade hums. He can hear him moving around his apartment. "Can you... can you just... talk to me?"
"About what?"
"About..." Dick swallows. "About the first time your children told you that they hate you."
There's a moment of silence. Dick has no doubts that Slade connected the dots immediately and already knows what it is about.
Still, he doesn’t say anything.
"Hm, let me think." he begins softly, with the kind of tone he only uses with Dick when they're alone and Slade doesnt feel like he has to hide his feelings for Dick from the rest of the world. Dick instantly feels more at ease and he reaches to wipe his cheeks with his sleeve. "If I remember correctly, Joey was the first one of them to ever say it."
"...Really?"
"Mm. He got really mad at me."
"W-what happened?"
"I was away on the contract. I was supposed to do the work quickly but it got extended and I wasn't able to get home for Christmas."
"Oh." Dick says sympathetically.
"Yeah. Boys got really upset." Slade sighs through his nose and Dick can just imagine the look on his face, the way his eyebrows furrow as he thinks back to the unpleasant memory. "I talked with them on the phone and tried to explain. Joey didn't like it."
"I'm sorry. It must've been hard to hear it over the phone like that."
Slade hums, "It was. I couldn't even try to do anything about it because I was in another damn country. But when I finally got back he’d already calmed down and apologized properly. He was really sorry and couldn't stop crying about it. I had to carry him everywhere with me."
"That sounds nice." Dick croaks.
"Maybe for you." Slade grumbles and Dick's lips twitch weakly in a smile. "You like to be carried around everywhere so you think it's so great. I was the one who had to actually carry him."
Slade keeps talking to him about the fights he had with his kids when they were still little and how much it hurt the first time, he talks about other things from his past and even about silly things that don’t really matter. Dick doesn’t know how much time has passed before Slade is on the rooftop with him.
"Hi." Dick whispers, looking up at him from his place on the ground.
"Hi, little bird." Slade kneels to get more on Dick's level and kisses him gently. "Let's go home."
When they're already in Slade's apartment, pressed tightly in bed, Dick finally tells him what happened. Slade listens and lets Dick cry into his chest, heavy arms around his waist bringing quiet comfort.
Then Slade spends the morning spoiling the shit out of Dick, doing his best to make him forget about what Damian said. Later that day he doesnt want to let the demon spawn in, when the boy finally comes to apologize and then he stands beside Dick like a guarding dog through the whole thing.
Anyway that was supposed to be just a quick thought and now I want to write it into a full fic :)) I simply want Slade comforting Dick, taking his mind off bad things 🥺 also I just want Slade talking about his kids hshsjhfjsh Hope you liked it!!
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scenecipriano · 1 year
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The Greatest Show
The young assassin stands stoic in the middle of the room, his master paces back and forth in front of him. A few months ago, the sight of the orange and black mask sent fear through the young man, but now it only sends respect through him. Slade Wilson was the master mercenary, anyone who even thought to mess with him would learn why they shouldn't, and soon they'll learn that his apprentice wouldn't be a force to be messed with either. "After months of conditioning and training, I believe you're ready for your first ever contract, do you think you're ready, Renegade?" Slade asks as he stops right in front of the masked teen, the boys face remained emotionless as he nodded. Slade smirks under his mask as he takes a gun from one of the many holsters present on his kevlar suit, he spin the gun and holds the butt of it out to Renegade. Without hesitation the teen takes the weapon from his master.        "Good, your first assignment is to eliminate the entire bat clan. Do you think you can handle that, apprentice?" Slade questions.        Renegade looks down at the gun in his hand, something in the back of his mind is screaming no, but he pushes it to the side and looks up at Slade. "Yes, master."
       "I'm telling you, Bruce, I've seen Dick with Deathstroke!" Jason argues for the fifth time that night, he didn't understand why Bruce didn't believe him. It made sense, Dick went missing when he was responding to a distress call in Bludhaven. Tim had been watching over the city for Dick while he helped Bruce on a case in Gotham, but on one particular night all of the major bad guys in Haven was set free.        "Deathstroke hasn't been seen in over three years, Jason. Why would he come out of hiding now?" Bruce asks without looking away from the bat computer, he hadn't stopped searching for Dick since he went missing, it's been over six months and not once has he seen any trace of his eldest son. Jason clenches his jaw and balls his hands into fists.        "Because of Dick!" He yells, Jason gasps and covers his mouth. He mentally curses himself, Bruce wasn't supposed to know about the apprentice crap, but it wouldn't shock him if he had already knew. Bruce turns his chair to face Jason, the older man narrows his eyes.        "What do you mean?" He asks.        Jason begins to panic, 'Shit shit shit! He didn't know, abort abort!' He thought as he slowly began to back away from his old mentor. Bruce rushes forward and stops his younger son from leaving, Jason curses under his breath. "Alright, fine! When Dick was sixteen, he was forced to become Slade's apprentice, but he didn't kill anyone! He only stole things, he was forced to steal from the Wayne Enterprise in Jump. He managed to get out of the whole thing, but a few months later Slade came back... He had a new apprentice named Terra. She turned on him and killed him, that's why he was gone for three years." Jason explains, he only knew this because he watched his older brother during his time with the Titans. He was the one who stole Dick's Red X costume anyways, so, he figured that he might as well kept the first Robin company.  
       "If this Terra girl killed him, then how is Deathstroke alive now?" Bruce asks, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Jason sighs and takes his hand through his hair, Dick was going to kill him for spilling the beans.        "Trigon, I'm sure you've heard about him. When it was time for Raven to become his portal to the mortal world, he recruited Slade. He promised Slade that if he helped him then Trigon would give him another shot at life, but when the demon held out on him, Slade helped Dick find Raven and Dick unconsciously helped Slade retain a human form. I'm guessing since he's had enough time to recover and regain his image, he's came back for his apprentice... His Renegade." Jason finishes as he stares at Bruce with unblinking green eyes, Bruce lets his son go.        "Why didn't he tell me?" Bruce asks, but Jason figured he was mostly asking himself that. Seeing the broken look in his father's eyes made Jason drop his defenses.        "He thought he could handle it himself, don't take it the wrong way Bruce." When Bruce opened his mouth to speak, a distress signal from Tim blared throughout the cave. The older of the bat clan moved to the computer, Bruce accepted the signal.        "B! I need help! Robin's been shot in the leg, I-I couldn't stop to patch it up. The guy who shot him is still after us a-and... B-Bruce it's Dick." Jason grows tense, 'The bastard finally broke him.'
       "Dick, snap out of it! It's me, Tim!" Tim yelled while running from his older brother, he held Damian in his arms, despite the younger's protesting. Tim glances back, a bullet whizzed past his head as Dick shot. With a squeak of alarm, Tim speeds up and jumps onto the next roof.        "Grayson! Stop this nonsense this instant! What would father think if he were to see you!?" Damian yells through gritted teeth, the pain in his left leg was beginning to throb. The sound of Dick's pounding foot steps stopped, Tim turns around and sees their older brother standing a few feet away, his expression blank.        "I only care about what my master thinks and right now he's thinking that I should end you bat brats," Dick hisses as he points his gun at Tim's head. Tim closes his eyes tight and holds onto Damian tight, a shout of alarm causes him to open his eyes once more. Dick held his hand in agony, the gun was nowhere insight.        "Alright, Dickie-Bird, I know you like playing Renegade but it's time to snap out of it." Tim relaxes when he sees Jason walking over to them, he didn't even notice the other was around, which was kinda hard not to considering he had that red helmet. Dick growls and turns his attention to Jason, he didn't notice Bruce sneaking up behind him.        "Don't give me that look, I get it you look good in orange, but there's no need to flaun- NOW B!" Jason yells as he dodges the incoming shot from Dick's gun, Bruce forced his oldest son to drop the gun and held him tightly to his chest, rendering Dick immobile.
A/N: Have the sequel to the shitty Nightwing thing I wrote in 2019  
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yellowocaballero · 1 year
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I love your writing but I don't read any batman comics or watch any batman shows or seen a single batman movie except like, two and a half episodes of teen titans go. I mean I do know some basics from internet osmosis but that only covers Wayne family adventures pretty much. So ummm who were all those people with dick lol
Oh yes! I like writing stuff that's really widely accessible because I like beating out my own tunes, but I've been on a big comic kick again and sometimes I will write stuff that's less accessible. The new stupid long story will also not be as accessible, sorry! I try to explain stuff for people unfamiliar with the canon plotline.
Without going into a ton of spoilers for the main plotline of the fic, but covering what I stated in the fic:
Dick Grayson AKA Nightwing is the leader of the Teen Titans, a superhero team that (in this universe) he joined when he was 18. In actual canon he was a founder with Wally and Donna (and Garth but who cares). Out of universe, the Teen Titans were invented in the 1960s. The Teen Titans listed are from the slightly later stages of the 1980s comic. The team is formed out of:
Three members from the original 1960s team: the Flash's sidekick Wally West (Kid Flash), Wonder Woman's sidekick Donna Troy (Wonder Girl, later Troia), and Dick Grayson (Robin, later Nightwing). They've all always been friends since the 60s and Donna and Dick especially are best friends, something I think people should mention more! Guy/Girl BFFs, cowards!!!
In the 1980s they were joined by the other, arguably most famous members of the cast. They're most famous because they were the cast members from the 2005 Teen Titans show, which was the cast from the Teen Titans Go show you saw. They would be Victor Stone (Cyborg, who has a serious personality in the comics), Garfield Logan (Beast Boy, jokey and fun in any incarnation), Koriand'r (Starfire, warrior alien princess), and Raven (Raven, hellspawn and #gothgirl).
More obscure dudes also listed (AKA not major characters in the TV show or around since the 60s) would be Joey Wilson (Jericho, who is Slade's son and mute, so he uses ASL). He's not that obscure. More obscure is Panthera (panther lady?) and Danny Chase (deeply fucking annoying). I admit I only know Panthera and Danny Chase from osmosis, I've only read a few comics from this run. There were other guys too but they looked boring.
All that you really needed to know is that they're his friends, Kori is his girlfriend, Dick leads the team, that they're a #ragtagbunchofmisfits, that Joey is Slade's son, and that Dick has a guilt complex. Kind of.
Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke is like Dick's Arch Nemesis and was the first real antagonist for the series, as well as the antagonist for the most famous arc The Judas Contract (whereupon Slade planted Terra in the team as a #spy). He's probably most famous for being the main bad guy in the cartoon, and who uh kinda fucked as a bad guy. He's always canonically the "COME JOIN ME" bad guy and is always after Dick as an apprentice. There's an arc in both the comics and the show where he kidnaps Dick and forces him to work for him, which causes some pretty lasting trauma in him in both incarnations. He's also a terrible dad and a failhusband. I don't read him too much in the comics so I can't say for sure how interesting the comics get with him, but his relationship with Dick is always very fraught and complex and has a lot of history. He has a lot of respect for Dick and he takes him seriously as an adversary no matter his age but he thinks Batman is lame and that Dick should kill people and stuff and JOIN HIMMMM.
In this AU, basically because Dick's life before Nightwing was kept under absolute wraps, and Slade was so obsessed with the apprentice stuff, I think Slade thought it was funny/satisfying to make up this whole shared backstory between them that Dick just couldn't disagree with jkalsdjf. Because Dick is much more of a spy than in canon he also has a lot of juicy blackmail (from his ex-wife, I think lol) on him. So they have bother a closer relationship and a more M.A.D. one than in canon. I think Slade finds it delightful that Dick isn't as good of a person as he pretends, and I think Dick lost most of his family at once, including his very drill sergeant and hard-edged father and must have, even unwillingly, reacted to somebody who was actually trying to parent him. Well. "Parent".
Wow, that was long and I didn't even digress. I'm always stunned by how y'all will read something no matter the fandom if it's by me, thank you so much! It makes me very happy to give you guys stuff like the Steph thing, where I love the idea of it being an introduction to Batman. Unfortunately internet Batman and comics Batman have. uhhhhh. drifted. apart. and. harder to click into if you aren't as into the comics, but thank you brave soldiers!
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Seriously | Slade Wilson x m!reader
Anonymous asked: may i request "dont tell me you love me then act like like I don't fucking exist" with either slade wilson or bruce wayne please? with a male! reader please. thanks
summary: Slade's been getting more and more distant the more time that goes by, and eventually, you reach your breaking point.
tws: swearing, mentions of blood
pronouns: he/him/his
You and Slade had been together for a good long while, and for the first stretch of time, the relationship was good and you were happy and content; even if it meant that, when it was your turn to do the laundry, you occasionally had to get blood stains out of his clothes. You were happy with him. But then things started to change, Slade started to change.
He stopped texting when he was on the way home. He stopped even pretending to take an interest in the things that you liked and did. He disregarded your feelings and brushed you aside.
At first you thought he was just tired from his workload increasing, but when it didn't stop when he had a few weeks off, you began to think that maybe he had become ignorant of you, and in that ignorance, he had also gotten bored. You started to wonder how many days it would be until he left, leaving nothing behind but his scent on the bedsheets. Maybe even a couple of grey hairs in a comb he'd forgotten to take with him.
You never really talked to anyone about it, even though Bane had brought it up more than once during your afternoon scrabble games. You weren't really sure what to say, in all honesty; how did someone explain that he was worried about his boyfriend leaving him? How was a man meant to explain that he was worried his boyfriend would run off with someone who was far more exciting and didn't grumble and groan with complaint when he had to go grocery shopping?
But now, you were sat at the breakfast bar, watching Slade as he made his own breakfast, he had not even asked if you wanted any, but when you lit up a cigarette, he glared at you.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Smoking," you shrugged. "What does it look like?"
"We agreed when I first moved in, no smoking when we're cooking." His voice was demanding, although the volume remained at a low thunder that made you s off and shake your head.
"Really? 'Cause after the last few days, I wouldn't have thought you'd care what I did."
Slade tilted his head, his eyepatch catching the light a little and causing silver flakes to flicker across the material. "What's that meant to mean?"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
You took a long drag from your cigarette, flicked the ash in the glass tray beside you, and forced yourself to bite back a bitter laugh. "You've pretty much acted like I haven't fucking existed."
He groaned, running a hand across the back of his neck as he rolled his eye. "Oh, c'mon, you know I love you."
"No," you spat. "No, don't tell me you love me and then act like I don't fucking exist. I don't care if you're fucking Deathstroke. You don't get to pull that shit. Ever."
"You are my boyfriend," he sighed. "You know that. You know I care."
"Slade... all due respect, but cut the shit and tell me honestly: do you want me? Or do you wanna leave?"
"I want you," he placed his hands on the breakfast bar, his biceps on show thanks to his lack of a shirt.
"Then tell me why you've been acting like a cunt."
Slade smiled a little, letting out a soft growl as he met your gaze. "Because I've been trying to make sure we don't have any problems with anyone. Bats or clowns, even fucking twats in masks and their boyfriends."
"Is that the actual truth?" You asked.
Slade nodded.
"I'm not forgiving you just yet," you told him with a shake of your head. "I'm still fucking pissed at you, but... but I guess, after some time, I can forgive you."
Slade only nodded again. "You want any breakfast?"
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astrynyx · 3 years
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Love Through Flowers
Maribat
Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
AO3 masterlist
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Every day since they were six years old, Damian left Marinette a single flower on her bed hidden from their mothers and others within the League of Shadows. At first it was because they were pretty and reminded him of her- it was only a bonus that they made her smile. 
Later, however, it became a way to express his love and adoration for her without others finding out.
He would leave a white camellia to let her know that she was adorable, a clematis to tell her he admired her mind and mental beauty, an edelweiss for her courage and devotion, a morning glory to show his affection, a yellow tulip for the sunshine in her smile, and a blue salvia to show that he thinks of her. She would smile every time she saw the flowers, knowing they were from Damian. After all, who else would be brazen enough to give flowers to the daughter of Lady Cheng, the Midnight Blade? 
Once he knew that she understood the message behind his flowers Damian sent her a white clover, think of me, and a red tulip, declaration of love. Even though they saw each other throughout each day, they both knew that they were unable to talk about what they truly wanted to. However, that day Marinette wore both flowers tucked in her bun, causing Damian to smile, just for her.
Later Marinette gave him a red chrysanthemum, I love you, and they both smiled brighter than they ever have before.
Every night they would sneak into each other's rooms so Damian could explain the meaning of another flower, sitting and talking together until one or both fell asleep. They soon developed their own language, giving messages to each other that only they would understand. It was theirs, something only they knew about.
Some days, when Damian was feeling particularly cheeky, he would give her a gardenia, secret love. She would always roll her eyes and giggle, calling him mon chou, my cabbage, to which he feigned annoyance. They may have not had a childhood, but at least they had each other.
Until they didn’t.
When Slade staged a coup against Ra’s, Damian was sent to live with his father in Gotham while Marinette left with her mother to Paris. They used an old dead-letter-drop (with a little help from magic, something Marinette was skilled in) to communicate where they were, but they were unable to meet. Neither wanted their parents to find out, after all. They both knew the consequences of lying and withholding information.
They both kept tabs on each other, immediately knowing when the other suited up and began saving lives instead of ending them.  By using the drop they were able to keep each other up-to-date on their lives, and once they both received cell phones they exchanged numbers. Keeping in contact became easier and they even managed to occasionally call when they were sure no one else was around. 
Yet through it all, Damian never stopped sending Marinette flowers, having a local florist deliver whatever flower he decided to give her to her every day. 
He sent pink camellia, longing for you, pink carnation, I’ll never forget you, forget-me-nots, do not forget me, sorrel, affection, yarrow, everlasting love, and red chrysanthemum, I love you. He would send others, too. Sometimes he would send warnings through the flowers, other times he would send irises to tell her that he had an important message for her. He would send flowers that declare his love for her, his devotion, his longing to be with her. And whenever she was feeling particularly down, he would send a bouquet of encouraging flowers. No matter how many flowers he sent her, whether it be one or one hundred, she would smile and use her magic to send a projection of one back, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to send him real ones as he does her, but he would appreciate it anyway.
It was, after all, theirs and theirs alone.
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Marinette sighed, resting her head on her hand as she stared through Mme Bustier. She was incredibly bored. She already knew everything that her teacher was telling her, and she probably even knew it better than she did, even if she was two years younger than her peers. She was only there because her mother forced her to attend this school. She would rather be at home, working on her latest design project.
The sound of the door opening broke her out of her imagination, and the florist that would deliver her flowers entered the room. She perked up immediately, trying to see what flower he sent her, but the florist had them hidden behind her back and smirked at Marinette’s pout.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Kendra said, proudly sporting her Art of Bloom shirt. “I’ve got some flowers for Marinette. I’m usually able to give them to her sooner, but it’s been a busy day.” She shrugged apologetically, still keeping the flowers hidden to Marinette’s annoyance.
“Some flowers?” she asked, eyes shining. “So more than one?” Kendra laughed, walking up the aisle to the back where Marinette sits, ignoring the stares of the other students.
“Yup. He sent you a small bouquet today. Not as grand as some of the others but it’s still sweet.” Kendra finally revealed the flowers to Marinette’s awaiting eyes, which immediately widened.  She gave a blinding smile that most of her classmates had never seen before as she immediately grabbed the bouquet, taking care to not hurt any of the flowers. 
“Thank you, Kendra. You know you didn’t have to come all the way here, but I really appreciate it.” Her smile hasn’t dimmed since she first saw the flowers. 
“Yeah, I know, Nette, but you two are my favorite customers. You deserve some appreciation. Plus,” Kendra smiled and leaned closer with a conspiratorial smile, “seeing you light up always makes my day.” Marinette giggled, holding her flowers in one hand as she hugged Kendra with the other.
“Thanks, K. I love seeing you too.”
“Anyway, I won’t interrupt your class any longer. Have a good day, Nette!” she called as she walked down the stairs. Marinette laughed.
“You too, Kendra! See you tomorrow!” Kendra waved as she left, shutting the door behind her. 
“Alright, class!” Mme Bustier immediately called attention to the front, not giving her students the time to bombard Marinette. She was grateful. “Class isn’t over, and we still have more to cover before the day ends.”
Marinette ignored her teacher, examining the flowers in her hand. Damian had sent a pink camellia, longing for you, a heliotrope, eternal love and devotion, a calla lily, beauty, a marjoram, joy and happiness, a chamomile, patience in adversity, an angelica, inspiration, a valerian, readiness, and an iris, indicating he had a message. Marinette smiled, sending a morning glory to express her affection for him. She wondered what he wanted to tell her, and what he was ready for, but she had to wait until school was over to find out.
“Today, we have a very special announcement!” Mme Bustier declared, smiling at the class. Marinette sat up, intrigued. “Just before class began, I received word that our class has won a trip to Gotham City, New Jersey in America thanks to Marinette’s hard work!” Marinette immediately took out her phone, ignoring the rest of the class cheering, and checked her email. She immediately saw the email from Bruce Wayne confirming Mme Bustier’s words. Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling once again.
I’ll get to see Damian soon.
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Now that she knew she would be able to see Damian soon, Marinette could hardly wait. They talked every day, either calling or texting, and Damian was just as excited as she was. The flowers he sent reminded her when one or the other was unable to talk, as did the magical ones she sent him.
It wasn’t soon enough when the day finally came for Marinette to go to Gotham.
Damian practically vibrated in excitement, freaking all of his family out.
“Dude, did he get replaced with a clone or something?” Tim asked, staring at Damian in shock and thinly veiled horror. “Because there is no way that that’s Damian.” Jason, who was beside him, nodded in agreement.
“Maybe the world’s ending. Or someone’s gonna die.” They both paused, glancing at each other. “Hopefully not one of us.”
“What are you two talking about?” Selina purred, scaring the two. They both jumped, Tim putting his hand on his chest.
“Jeez, Selina, you almost gave me a heart attack,” Tim said, calming down. Selina just smirked.
“You didn’t answer the question.” She raised an eyebrow as Jason vigorously thrusted a finger towards Damian.
“He’s acting so weird! It’s creeping me the fuck out.” Tim nodded along, side-eyeing his youngest brother. Selina rolled her eyes.
“Maybe he’s just happy,” she deadpanned. The two looked even more horrified.
“Oh my god what if he’s happy?” Tim whispered in horror. 
“I didn’t think he knew what happiness was,” Jason said, looking mildly terrified. Dick walked in, oblivious to Tim and Jason’s terror.
“Hey guys! What’s up?” He looked from Damian to Tim and Jason to Selina before going back to Damian. “Uh . . . What did I just walk into?” 
“Damian’s happy!” Tim loudly whispered, not taking his eyes from his youngest brother.
“And excited for something,” Jason added, not bothering to hide his terror. Dick briefly looked to Selina before raising an eyebrow.
“What’s so bad about that?” he asked, not seeing the problem. “I’m glad that Damian’s genuinely happy.” He looked at his brothers, only to see them back up in horror while looking at Damian. Once again raising an eyebrow, he turned to see Damian smiling gently as he looked at his phone. Dick smiled at the sight.
He waited a moment before speaking. “Hey, Lil D!” he greeted, causing Damian to jump and quickly hide his phone. “What’s new with you?” Damian glanced at him before looking back at his phone.
“My . . . friend that I have not seen in a long time is going to be in Gotham soon,” he said, glancing down at his phone before putting it away and turning towards Dick. “I will be spending time with them when they arrive.” Tim and Jason’s jaws drop while Dick just smiles.
“He has friends other than Jon?” Tim whispered to Jason, who was frozen in place.
“I’m glad you’re socializing more,” Dick said, ignoring his overdramatic brothers. “Just make sure to tell B or Alfred when you leave and whether or not you’ll be here for a meal. We don’t want Alfred to worry.” Damian nodded and visibly relaxed. It broke his heart that even after five years with them, Damian was still worried about physical punishments. Dick understands, or at least tries his best to, but he still wishes Damian never had to go through what he did in the League of Assassins. 
“Thank you, Richard. I truly appreciate it.” Dick smiled.
“No problem, Lil D. That’s what big brothers are for.” Damian nodded, hesitating, before walking away, much less tense than he was before. Once he was far enough away, Dick frowned, hoping this friend would be good for him.
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Marinette couldn’t stay still as she walked into Wayne Enterprises, looking everywhere at once so she could spot him. She knew that he would be there and could not wait until she was able to see him in person. She wanted to hug him and never let go.
Her classmates looked at her weirdly. The few who knew that she got flowers every day were surprised at how cheerful she was when she hadn’t gotten any that day. The entire class, sans Lila, exchanged a look, worried for Marinette’s sanity.
Marinette, however, couldn’t focus on any of them. Not when she finally saw Damian.
Damian stood beside Dick, holding the hand with flowers behind his back, anxiously shifting from foot to foot while periodically glancing back at the door. Dick looked at him weirdly.
“So why’d you agree to this?” Dick asked, leaning against the wall to fake nonchalance. Damian glanced at him.
“What do you mean? Father was the one who wanted me to do this.” 
“Well, yeah,” Dick agreed, “but your friend is in town, right?” Damian nodded. “If you told B that, he would have let you hang out with them instead of playing tour guide.” Damian shrugged.
“It’s not a problem,” Damian said, glancing towards the door once again. Dick was skeptical.
“Then why do you keep looking towards the door? And what’s with the flowers?” Damian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could the door opened and the French students walked in.
Damian immediately perked up, scanning the students for a sign of her, making sure the flowers behind his back wouldn’t be seen. His eyes trailed over the students until they finally reached his target, a millisecond before she saw him. He smiled as he saw her beam and rush over to him, ignoring the protests of her teacher and classmates.
Damian’s smile widened as he caught her in a hug, crushing her to his chest and hiding the flowers behind her back so she wouldn’t see them yet. She pressed her face into his chest as he buried his in her neck, both wanting to be as close as possible. After a few seconds, Damian pulled back just enough to give her the flowers.
“I got you something,” he murmured, staring into her eyes as she gasped, gazing at the bouquet he presented her.
The bouquet was full of love. He made sure there was a red camellia, you’re a flame in my heart, a red carnation, alas, for my poor heart, a gardenia, secret love, a heliotrope, eternal love, a hydrangea, gratitude for being understood, a red rose, I love you, a white rose, I am worthy of you, a red salvia, forever mine, a yarrow, everlasting love, a marjoram, joy and happiness, and a few ferns, magic and bonds of love; sincerity, thrown in. Understanding the meanings, Marinette giggled.
“A gardenia?” she asked, smiling up at him. He grinned back.
“It’s fitting, is it not?” Marinette laughed again, bringing the flowers to her nose.
“I suppose it is, mon chou,” she replied, beaming at him. He playfully rolled his eyes, smile never faltering.
“I am not a cabbage,” he scoffed, feigning indignation. Marinette poked his nose.
“Correct. You are my cabbage.” Damian laughed, pulling her closer to him. She easily relented, careful not to smush the flowers. He grinned, pulling the red carnation slightly above the others, knowing she would understand his declaration of love. She smiled.
“Alas, for my poor heart,” she murmured for his ears only. He smiled softly and she pulled out the red rose, handing it to him. The silent I love you was clear. 
His smile grew wider and he carefully placed the rose back into the bouquet. He placed his hand on her cheek, looking into his eyes as he pulled her closer. She smiled up at him as she brought her lips to his. It was a short kiss, but they both enjoyed it. Resting their foreheads together, they smiled.
Unfortunately, their moment is ruined by the unholy screeching of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.
Damian groaned, breaking away from Marinette to glare at Tim.
“Seriously, Timothy?” he asked. His only reply was unintelligible screeching. Damian rolled his eyes, sighing as he looked back to Marinette, completely exasperated. “Looks like the moment’s ruined,” he grumbled, reluctantly pulling away from her. He made sure he took her hand, though. He wasn’t ready to part from her just yet.
Looking at his oldest brother, Damian rolled his eyes once he saw Dick’s smirk.
“So that’s why you didn’t have a problem with being a tour guide,” he cooed, wiggling his eyebrows at the two. Instead of scoffing like Dick expected, Damian smirked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Richard. I’m only escorting Marinette around while she is in Gotham.” Dick laughed, shaking his head in amusement as he turned to the class. Tim was still by the elevator, staring in shock.
“Alright, guys! My name is Richard and that guy over there,” he pointed at Damian, “is Damian. We’ll be your tour guides today. Any questions?” Immediately several hands went into the air. Dick pointed to Rose.
“How do you know Marinette?” she asked, looked at Damian. The teen smirked, pulling her closer.
“We grew up together,” he responded. Dick raised his eyebrows, but saved his comment for later. He pointed to Max.
“Given the flowers you handed her, may I assume you’re the one who continuously sends her flowers?” he asked, several people staring at Damian intently, Dick and Tim included.
“Of course,” he said, not elaborating to the annoyance of everyone. Marinette fondly rolled her eyes. 
“He’s been doing it for years,” she added, knowing it would appease most of the class. They all nodded as Tim stared at Marinette critically. She ignored the gaze, knowing that he was just curious and confused.
“Okay!” Dick interjected, stopping any more questions. “Any questions about the tour before we start?” Alya raised her hand.
“How old is he? He can’t be much older than us, so how is he a tour guide?” she asked. Richard smiled.
“Good question. He’s fifteen, but I can assure you that he knows what he’s talking about.” Alya nodded. “If there’s no more questions, let’s start the tour!”
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Sitting in the cafeteria for lunch was awkward for Tim and Dick, especially considering Damian and Marinette were in their own world, talking about the little things their childhood took from them.
"Have you tried ice cream?" Marinette asked, taking a bite of her cheese pizza. Damian nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, and chocolate cake!" he added, grinning.
"Strawberry shortcake!"
"Ravioli!"
"Crepes!" 
"Donuts!"
"Pain au chocolat."
"Pastel de nata!"
"Chocolate banana bread!"
"Cinnamon rolls!"
"Wait a minute," Tim said, stopping their conversation, "you guys didn't have any of that growing up?" They both looked at him weirdly.
"Of course not," Marinette said, frowning at him. "We grew up in the Middle East, surrounded only by assassins. I had only had chocolate once before I went to France, and I didn't even know that sweets existed. We only ate what was necessary for our survival." Dick and Tim stared at them in horror. Damian looked at them weirdly.
"Why are you surprised? You all know where we grew up," Damian said, raising an eyebrow. Tim shook his head.
"It just never fully registered what you went through over there," Tim murmured, looking down at the table. Marinette shrugged.
"Well, it's not all bad," she said, scooting a little closer to Damian. "That's where I met Damian, after all. And I learned how to fight and take care of myself, among other things." Dick shook his head.
"Yeah, but you deserved a childhood. Both of you did." Marinette shifted, uncomfortable with the topic. Tim changed the topic.
"We've got things to talk about regarding the two of you," Tim starts, bring all the focus to him, "and it's not really something that should be discussed in public." Marinette, Damian, and Dick nodded in agreement. "So how about you come over to the Manor when your tour ends and we can talk." Marinette nodded.
"I'll have to check with Mme Bustier considering that I'm on a class trip, but I should be able to." Marinette stood to go ask, Damian standing right behind her.
"I'll go with you," he stated, eyes boring into hers. She smiled. 
"Of course." They walked, hand in hand, to where Mme Bustier was sitting with the rest of the class.
“Mme Bustier,” Marinette caught her attention, as well as the attention of the rest of the class. 
“Yes, Marinette?”
“Marinette!” Alix  yelled, “Tell Kim that if he tries anything stupid while in Gotham you’ll beat him up.” Damian and Marinette simultaneously raised an eyebrow.
“I thought that was a given,” she said, crossing her arms. Kim pouted as Alix cheered.
“Told ya, loser!” Alix gloated, ignoring Kim sticking his tongue out at her. Marinette rolled her eyes fondly, turning towards Mme Bustier.
“Madame, I was wondering if I would be able to hang out with Damian and have dinner with his family after the tour.” The teacher looked uncertain.
“I don’t know, Marinette. This is Gotham.” Marinette smiled.
“Not to worry, Madame. I trust Damian with my life, plus I can handle myself.” Marinette beamed, slightly easing her teacher’s worries. However, her next words caused both Damian and Marinette to freeze.
“How about I call your mother and ask her?” Marinette stayed frozen for a split second before relaxing with a smile.
“My mother is most likely busy right now, helping my father run the bakery and all. It is only the two of them considering that I’m not there to help and they don’t have any other employees, so I won’t want to interrupt their work.” Marinette’s smile turned blinding. “Besides, my mother generally allows me to do as I wish. If you’re that worried, I’m sure Damian wouldn’t mind giving you his address and contact information so you know where I will be. I can also text you every hour so you know I’m safe!” Seeing Marinette’s smile and the way the two held each other, she relented.
“Alright, only if you update me every hour and are back at the hotel no later than nine. Understood?” Marinette’s smile became even brighter, something no one thought was possible, and she eagerly nodded.
“Of course, Madame! Thank you!” She immediately spun around and pulled Damian back to where Dick and Tim were waiting, both looking at their phones. Falling into their seats, both Marinette and Damian sighed in relief. Tim and Dick both looked up curiously.
“What’s that look for?” Tim raised an eyebrow, amused. Marinette let out a breath.
“My teacher almost called my mother to ask her,” she explained, resting her head on Damian’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and patted her head, knowing exactly how she felt.
“What’s so bad about that?” Dick asked, trying not to laugh. Both Damian and Marinette looked at him incredulously.
“Our mothers are as close to friends as they can get,” Marinette said, scooting closer to Damian, “and we’ve been lying to them and withholding potentially important information for over ten years.” Now Dick and Tim look incredulous.
“Wait, so you two completely hid your relationship from your moms for over ten years?” Dick asked, eyes wide. They nodded.
“Grandfather would likely not have approved,” Damian murmured, making sure no one else could hear them. “And since Grandfather was the Head, both my mother and Marinette’s mother would have to report to him. It was safer to not tell them.”
“And when Ra’s died, you came here and Marinette went to France,” Tim quietly said. They nodded.
“Since I still live with my mother, I do not know what she will do if she finds out.” They all got quiet before Dick attempted to lighten the mood.
“So, will you be coming over?” he asked, resting his elbows on the table as he leaned closer. Marinette nodded.
“As long as Damian gives Mme Bustier his contact information and address and I check in every hour, I am allowed to stay until nine.” Tim nodded.
“Reasonable, especially for Gotham.” They all nodded. Dick checked the time, cursing as he realized he only had four minutes to restart the tour. The others laughed, effectively lightening the grim mood.
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“Hello, Damian, Marinette.” The two teens freeze, staring in horror at Talia al Ghul standing in the foyer of Wayne Manor. “It’s been quite a while, don’t you agree?” Talia raised an eyebrow, prompting both teens to warily nod.
Tim and Dick walk in behind them, immediately noticing their tense posture and Talia’s presence. They silently got ready for a fight.
“There’s no need for that,” Talia stated, rolling her eyes. “I’m only here to tell Damian and Marinette that they do not need to worry about repercussions from me or Sabine.” The two froze, eyes wide.
“What?” Marinette breathed, disbelieving. Talia smiled.
“We were going to marry you two off when you were of age.” She waved a hand dismissively, Marinette and Damian’s eyes growing wider. “The fact that you are so fond of each other only benefits everyone in the long run.” Everyone stared, processing the information given to them.
“We . . . don’t need to worry about punishments?” Marinette hesitantly asked, not taking her eyes off of the assassin before her. Talia shook her head.
“If anything, we’re impressed you managed to hide it for this long.” Talia genuinely smiled at the two, proud of what they accomplished. “We taught you well.” 
“Thank you, ma’am,” Marinette spoke, bowing respectfully. “We truly appreciate it.” Damian nodded in agreement.
“Thank you, Mother.” Talia walked to the two, patting each on the cheek before leaving as quickly as she came. As soon as they were sure she was gone, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
“That was the best possible outcome,” Marinette stated in disbelief, leaning against Damian. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his cheek on her head.
“I agree. It was better than I ever could have hoped.” They both lightly laughed, still trying to comprehend everything Talia had told them.
“You must be Miss Marinette,” Alfred said, coming out of nowhere. Everyone jumped. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth, the backbone of this family.” Dick and Tim grumbled, but couldn’t object because he was right. Marinette smiled.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth. I’ve heard great things about you.” Alfred smiled.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Marinette. And please, call me Alfred.” Marinette nodded.
“Of course, Mr. Alfred.” Alfred huffed, but didn’t object. Marinette grinned victoriously, ignoring Damian’s eyes rolling.
“If you would follow me, I will show you where the rest of the family is.”
“Are you guys going to ignore that Talia just said that she planned on marrying you two off?” Tim asked, following Alfred and simultaneously giving the two curious looks. They shrugged.
“It’s something to process at a later time,” Marinette said, frowning when she felt Tikki squirming in her bag. Before she could check on her kwami, they arrived.
“Please, have a seat and I will be back shortly with refreshments.” With those parting words, Alfred disappeared as quickly as he arrived, before Marinette could even offer to help. Frowning once again at how familiar the man seemed, Marinette turned to Damian's family.
“Marinette, this is my father, Bruce Wayne, and my siblings Jason, Duke, and Cassandra. You’ve  already met Richard and Timothy.” Damian turned to his family. “This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, we grew up together.” At his son’s words, Bruce immediately glared at Marinette.
“You’re from the League of Assassins?” Sensing the hostility from his father, Damian stepped in front of Marinette, shielding her and glaring at Bruce.
“Yes, and when Slade attacked she cut all ties, just as I did.” Marinette put a hand on his arm, pulling him back.
“You know he’s just worried about you. For all he knows, I could be trying to drag you back into the League.” Damian took a deep breath, backing down.
“Are you?” Jason asked. “Trying to drag Damian back to the League of Assassins, that is.” Marinette scoffed.
“I would rather get tortured nonstop for a year than allow Damian back there.” She stared into each of their eyes in turn, showing them just how serious she was. “Growing up there was horrid enough, I’m not letting him go back there.” Bruce looked at Cassandra, who nodded to show that she was not lying. Before he could respond, however, Alfred came back in with drinks and snacks.
“Here is a cup of rose tea for you, Ms. Marinette. I hope I made it to your liking.” Marinette took a sip, surprised to find it exactly how she liked it. For the first time since she arrived, she took a good look at the man before her. Suddenly, she realized how he knew.
“How’d you know how I take my tea?” she asked, studying him intently. 
“He just knows,” she heard Tim say, but she never took her eyes off the man before her. He smiled.
“I simply followed my intuition.” Recognizing the hidden meaning of the remark, one that went past all the Waynes, she smiled.
“May I assume that’s what brought you to Mr. Wayne and gave you a second chance at life?” Damian’s eyes widened, recognizing the phrase, and he stared at Alfred in astonishment. Alfred only gave a mysterious smile.
“That’s how you always know,” Damian murmured, confusing the rest of his family. “You knew Sass.” Alfred, for once, looked mildly surprised at the name.
“Master Damian, may I ask how you know that name?” Marinette smiled.
“I am the one who mentioned him. After all, I am well acquainted with Sass, as well as all of the others.” The three pointedly ignored the confused looks of the rest of the Waynes.
“Oh?” Alfred looked genuinely shocked at this. “And who are you most familiar with?” Marinette grinned.
“Tikki, actually. I would also say I have interacted with Plagg on many occasions.” At that, Alfred frowned. Before their cryptic discussion could continue, Tim interrupted.
“Who’s Sass, Tikki, and Plagg? And how do both you and Alfred know them?” At this, both Alfred and Marinette smiled.
“There are many things that you do not know about me,” Alfred said, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you about this particular secret.” At this Marinette spoke.
“I’m sure you can all keep a secret, being the infamous Bat family and all.” Everyone’s eyes widened, but Marinette kept speaking before they could interrogate her. “Tikki, you may come out now.”
Tikki zoomed into the open, causing Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke to screech while Cassandra blinked and Bruce reared back. Damian simply studied her.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Tikki.” Tikki beamed.
“It’s great to meet my bug’s true cat!!” At this, both Marinette and Damian exchanged a surprised look.
“I mean, we suspected . . .” Marinette started, eyes switching between Damian and Tikki. “But to hear it . . .”
“Okay, what the fuck is that?” Jason asked, staring wide-eyed at Tikki. The kwami huffed.
“I am not a ‘that’! I am a kwami!” Jason only blinked.
“What the fuck is a kwami???”
“They’re essentially small gods,” Marinette explained, holding out her palm for Tikki to land on. The kwami did so with a small. “They inhibit jewels called Miraculous, and give the wearer the ability to wield their power. Tikki is the ladybug kwami of creation. Plagg is the black cat kwami of destruction. Sass is the snake kwami of intuition, and so on.”
“What the fuck?” Duke whispered. Jason nodded in agreement.
“Oh! I have something for you!” Marinette exclaimed, taking off of her necklace and removing the ring from the chain. She then turned to Damian. “For you.” Damian smirked and immediately put on the ring, simply turning away at the green flash of light. There were multiple shrieks at the sudden light as Plagg appeared. 
The kwami studied Damian before nodding.
“You’re my true cat. Nice to meet you in person, kitten. The name’s Plagg, now give me cheese.” 
Marinette sighed while Tikki smacked her counterpart on the back of his head.
“Plagg! Have some manners! You only just met Damian and his family!” Plagg lazily turned to the rest of the room. 
“Hey, bug. Yadda yadda, I’m the kwami of destruction or whatever. Now where’s my cheese?” Tikki sighed as Alfred appeared with camembert.
Plagg immediately perked up at the smell. “Ooh, I like this one, sugarcube!” Tikki rolled her eyes. Damian, on the other hand, smirked.
“I see Plagg is the same in person.” Marinette snorted. 
“That’s one way to put it.”
The two smiled, ignoring the chaos the rest of the Waynes invoked.
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B O N U S
Bruce let out a sigh. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Marinette and Damian gave identical smirks, dripping in mischief and already transformed.
“We’re positive.”
Bruce let out another sigh, putting on his cowl. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” One look at the two confirmed that he most definitely would.
“Time to introduce you two to the Justice League then.”
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Taking Chances Ch. 27: Princess (Royal/medieval AU)
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The shrill akuma alarm wakes Marinette up the next morning and she sighs, rubbing her head gently before grabbing the bottle of painkillers that Dick had left next to her on the table.
“Don’t leave yet!” A voice calls from the other room. Marinette frowns, but listens, quickly taking a couple painkillers and letting herself wake up. Dick rushes into the room, nearly falling as he slides across the floor in his socks. He rushes over to her and kneels in front of her, staring into her eyes. She frowns.
“What are you doing?” She asks, too tired to try and comprehend what’s wrong with her brother right now.
“Checking your eyes and seeing how bad your concussion is so I know if I need to call Adrien to keep a closer eye on you for this fight.” Dick says, frowning slightly at something he sees. He reaches out and gently pushes a spot on her head and she hisses in pain.
“Hey, ya big jerk, that hurts!” She complains, giving him her best ‘Damian’ glare. He just rolls his eyes.
“This is serious kid, you got seriously injured last night.” Dick reminds her. She purses her lips.
“I know, and I promise I’ll take it easy later, but right now I really need to go.” She pleads. Dick sighs, but nods, standing up.
“Go kick some butterfly butt.” He says with a small grin. Marinette grins back at him, quickly calling her transformations and portaling away to Paris. She blinks in the bright sunlight, trying hard to push away any disorientation she has from the stupid concussion. I can do this, she thinks, glancing around to assess the situation. She frowns at her surroundings. She knew she was technically in Paris, she could see the Eiffel tower and Kaalki never misled her before. Well, not during an attack anyway. But where the giant modern buildings should be, there were small stone buildings with thatch roofs. Glancing around, she also notices a huge, stone castle where her school used to be. That should be fun.
“I am the Dark Knight, and I will not rest until I have Chat Noir and Ladybug’s Miraculous!” A voice shouts out above the rest of the noise. Marinette creeps over and just blinks at the fashion atrocity before her. She was going to slap Hawkmoth twice when she found him. Once, for terrorizing Paris for over a year. And again for the awful wardrobe choices he made. Seriously. And the Dark Knight? Isn’t that name trademarked, or something?
“Hey Bugaboo, what’s the plan?” Chat asks, landing beside her and leaning on his baton. She frowns.
“I don’t actually have one yet. I just got here.” She says, and this time he’s the one confused.
“But you always rush over.” He says, careful not to include anything about Kaalki. You never know who might be listening.
“I’ll explain later. Any idea where the object might be?” She asks, scanning the akuma. It’s power didn’t seem too awful. It had changed most of the structure in Paris, and now it was changing people’s clothes too when they got hit by the orange light. Some citizens were in what Marinette could only assume was the height of fashion during the Renaissance, whereas some citizens were draped in obvious “peasant” outfits. But there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for the difference. Just a difference.
“The satchel looks promising.” Chat says, and Marinette grins, a plan slowly taking hold in her mind. She’d just need two paper clips, a stick of gum and whatever her lucky charm was.
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“Pound it.” Chat says holding out a fist. Marinette grins, returning the fist bump. “Did you have time to talk? You know, about why you were late?” Chat asks, and Marinette sighs but nods. They both recharge in an alley before swinging to sit on the top of the Eiffel tower.
“I fought an akuma alone, while you were out of town.” She says first, shrugging lightly. “I didn’t think about it, honest. I’d done it a million times before with Monsieur Pigeon. But the Bat got mad.” Marinette says, not wanting to risk calling him her dad while she’s masked in Paris. It just felt like it was asking for trouble.
“Cause you fought alone?” Chat asks, frowning.
“Well, that and I sort of jammed the Zeta tubes so that outsiders can’t come to Paris during an active akuma attack.” She mumbles under her breath, wincing at the noise Chat’s neck makes when he jerks around to stare at her dumbfoundedly.
“That’s insane. How’d you do it?” He asks and she simply grins.
“Spent enough time with Pegasus and Red Robin and Oracle. Add in a tiny bit of luck and boom. I win.” She smirks
“So you were late cause you’re grounded.” Chat says simply, a proud smile on his face as he thinks he cracked the code. Solved the mystery.
“Not quite,” Marinette says with a slight frown.
“Then what?” Chat asks. Marinette lets out a long sigh, glaring at Adrien to let him know she’s not happy about this situation, she does not want to talk to him about this. He’ll just get all worried.
“Well last night I was still benched from patrol because of the whole akuma attack thing but Tikki thought I should be ungrounded so I went out anyway and then the dude that stabbed me a couple months ago found me and the rest of the Batclan didn’t know that I was out so they couldn’t help me and I was all alone and then he knocked me out and I don’t really remember much except I woke up at Nightwing’s apartment and met Starfire and yeah that’s it.” She rambles, shooting him a smile and waving nonchalantly.
“I’m going to wrap you in bubble wrap. No, I’m going to make the Batclan do it.” Chat finally says, pulling out his baton.
“No, don’t! Batman doesn’t know. Neither does Hood or Red Robin. Only Nightwing and Robin know.” She says, swatting the baton out of his hand. The last thing she needed was for him to accidentally call her dad on her. She’d be in so much trouble.
“Geeze Bug.” Chat mutters under his breath, tugging her into a hug. She sighs and hugs him back, taking just a moment to relish being with her friend.
“I’m pretty sure Batman is narrowing down his Hawkmoth suspect list.” She mumbles, and Chat pulls back from her, staring into her face.
“Are you serious?” He asks, the relief on his face clear. Marinette nods, and Chat lets out a long sigh. One that Marinette could feel in her bones, because she was tired too. She also wanted to end this fight. Hopefully her dad would have a suspect soon.
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Bruce Wayne was the world’s greatest detective. He had solved cases infinitely larger than this one, so he didn’t understand why he couldn’t find a damn lead on Hawkmoth. Actually, he understood perfectly. It was magic. God he hates magic. It’s unpredictable, and most of the time it’s more trouble than it’s worth. He sighs and sends a quick text to Dick, double checking that Marinette had made it back to his apartment okay. He knew his daughter was...upset with him for benching her and demanding she take someone with her to Paris. But they were all precautions, just to guarantee that nothing worse happened to her. She wasn’t invincible, no matter how much she seemed to think she was. He frowns at the text he receives back, quickly hitting call and waiting a few moments for Dick to pick up.
“Hel-”
“What do you mean she’s not at your place?�� Bruce asks, not giving his eldest son a chance to talk.
“Well hi to you too, B.” Dick teases, and Bruce just knows he’s grinning. He lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Is she really not there? The akuma attack ended nearly twenty minutes ago and she’s not here either.” Bruce says, trying to think of where else she would go. Jason was even at the Manor, and hadn’t heard from her either.
“No, B, she’s not-” Dick pauses, then lets out a long sigh. “It’s B. He was wondering where you were.” He hears Dick say, and Bruce is surprised to hear his son’s tone. It was less carefree and more...like a father. He was a father, with Mar’i, but it was still odd to hear him use the tone on someone besides his granddaughter.
“I had to talk to Adrien.” He can barely hear her say and Bruce lets out a frustrated huff. Of course she was with the Agreste boy again. Honestly, he seemed nice enough until Selina pointed out the crushes that the two had on each other. Now, Bruce wanted nothing more than to lock him away. Far away.
“Can you please ask her if she’s coming home tonight?” Bruce finally says, listening to the silence on the other end. He wonders if they’d put the phone on mute or if Marinette was signing furiously the way he’d seen her do over a video call with Cass earlier in the week.
“We’re all coming. See you at dinner.” Dick says, hanging up almost fast enough for Bruce to not hear the protest from Marinette. Almost. Bruce walks to find Alfred, trying not to let the fact that his daughter doesn’t want to see him again get to him.
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Marinette glares at her oldest brother as they walk into the manor. He just grins, acting as if he hadn’t practically forced her home. It’s not that she didn’t want to come home, but she knew she had a couple bruises and a lump on her head. She also knew that Damian was apparently barely holding himself back from hunting down Slade. She really didn’t need Tikki giving him any ideas.
“Welcome home, Miss Marinette. Would you like me to look at your injuries?” Alfred asks immediately walking towards her as he walks into the room. Marinette glances around, hoping her dad isn’t around before sighing.
“No thank you Alfred, I’m fine.” She reassures him, or she tries to. His face doesn’t look like he believes her.
“Yes, I’m certain a concussion is nothing to worry about. Especially since you’ve had so many.” He drawls, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Hey, whoa. You said this was your first concussion.” Dick says after urging Mar’i to fly off and find Jason or Damian or Tim. Marinette huffs.
“It is.” She says, crossing her arms.
“The concussions you sustain in the suit still count. Head injuries are not an exact science. Nor are they an exact magic cure, either. They often heal at an accelerated speed, but can still have long-lasting effects.” Alfred says and Marinette blinks. That was almost- Almost- information about the Miraculous. And only someone who knew about the Miraculous would know about the whole head injury thing. She blinks at him for a moment, running possibilities through her head. She sighs, realizing that if Alfred had been a holder, it was definitely for a Miraculous she didn’t have. She could just...feel it.
“I promise I’m fine, and if I start feeling any of those other concussion symptoms, I’ll come to you.” Marinette promises.
“And how did you get a concussion?” Her dad asks, practically materializing out of nowhere.
“Akuma attack. Miraculous cure can’t do a complete heal with concussions, it’s too, uh, dangerous. Not exact.” Marinette lies, trying hard not to do any of her tells. She doesn’t tense up, she doesn’t grin, she doesn’t look at someone else and giggle, nothing. She lies with a straight face, which honestly almost scares her more than getting yelled at by her dad. He just hums before nodding at her.
“Will you be staying here tonight? Most of us have patrol, but afterwards Tim suggested that we all watch a movie together.” Her dad says and Marinette tries hard to suppress her grin. There’s no way.
“Wow Tim, you really wanna have a full-family movie night?” She calls out, grinning at the surprised look on her brother’s face. Because of course her dad was the one to set it up, but of course he didn’t want anyone to know. “I think that’s super cool Tim. As long as we can watch some Disney princess movies.” She adds, laughing as Mar’i comes flying around the corner with wide eyes.
“Did someone say princess?” She squeals, flying straight into Marinette’s arms. Marinette grins at her niece and nods.
“Oh yes. Timmy has decided we’re gonna watch Disney princess movies as a family all night long!” She says, laughing as her niece cheers. She glances at her Dad and tries hard to hold back the snort that wants to come out at his exasperated look. Looks like it’s gonna be a Disney night for the Wayne household.
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icerosecrystal · 3 years
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Marijon - My Secret Older Sister
Her name is Marinette Amani Al-Ghul. Marinette is the first grandchild of the demon-head and the daughter of Talia Al-Ghul. She is also the older sister of Damian Al-Ghul by two years. Despite what others may think, both she and her brother came from the same man. Bruce Wayne. Although Damian has no idea who his father is, Marinette has known for eight years. Despite the young age of 12, she was an incredibly smart girl. She also possessed the ability to be happy and feel love. But not in front of anyone but her brother and sometimes her mother. She and her brother had a great relationship. They were always there for each other. Damian was there for Marinette when her grandfather Ra's would sometimes beat her for not doing well on a mission. And he would base it solely on her gender. Marinette was there for Damian the first time Damian had to kill someone. It disgusted him, but he continued doing it for the sake of his title.  
Then the day the League fell came. Slade had attacked when Ra's was showing the whole League to Damian and explaining that it would all one day be his. Marinette was standing behind them next to her mother. Ra's had told her mother to grab both of them and run. Marinette protected her brother throughout it all when suddenly, Marinette got shot in the stomach. She collapsed in pain. She saw her mother running back to them, so Marinette let go of Damian, who was looking at her worriedly, "Damian, my akhi, go run, save yourself. Tell Mother to take you to Father. I'll be fine."
Damian was crying now, "NO, I won't leave you, you have to come with me. Please don't leave me, ukhti."
Marinette smiled sadly. She then hugged Damian and kissed him on the cheek, "I love you. And I promise I will find you one day." She let go of his hand as Talia quickly grabbed his arm and lead him to the docks, glancing at Marinette once in worry.
Marinette was lying still for a little bit before she heard a voice say, "Tom, I found her!" Marinette turned her head to the side and saw her godmother, Sabine Cheng recently Dupain-Cheng, hurrying over to her, with her godfather Tom not too far behind.
When they reached her, they gasped at the wound in her stomach. Tom picked her up and quickly walked to the docks with Sabine following. "Where we going?" Marinette said her voiced slurring, herself only half-conscious due to the blood loss.
Sabine answered, "We're going to Paris. We had a house there just in case we ever had to escape the League."
Marinette nodded in turn before she closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion take over. "Good night," she heard before she was fully asleep.  
Marinette woke up to an unfamiliar scene. She tensed, but when she caught sight of her godparents, she relaxed, "So what's the plan?"
Sabine was the one who answered", Well, you aren't allowed to act like the devil in disguise." Marinette scoffed, but she didn't argue, knowing Sabine was right. She may be sweet with her family, but with strangers and acquaintances, she wasn't the nicest. "Also, you are going to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You are the daughter of two bakers, Tom and I, and you are a designer. You will also be clumsy and stutter a lot."
Marinette nodded in understanding, "Okay, but what about Damian?"
Sabine sighed, "You're just going to have to hope that one day you find each other again."
Marinette nodded in understanding. She then went up to her new room, ready to put on a mask for the rest of the world to see.
(Time Skip)
It was now the start of the tenth grade for Marinette. She was now thirteen-years-old, and she was ready to play her part of the clumsy baker's daughter. She took some macaroons for her new classmates and then walked outside. While she waited to cross the street, she caught sight of a man crossing the street. A car was heading right to him. Regardless of who she was pretending to be, she wasn't going to let a man get hurt. She ran and quickly pulled him to the sidewalk, effectively using it as an excuse to trip over her feet. She handed the man a macaroon and then ran to school.
At school, she sat down quietly in her seat. When a dark girl, with brown hair and auburn highlights, picked a fight with a blonde girl. The blonde girl was supposedly bullying Marinette. Marinette and the blonde girl exchanged looks, acknowledging that the girl before them was a load of bull. Marinette then found out that the blonde girl's name was Chloe, and she was a bully, and the other girl was Alya.
Marinette looked around the classroom, analyzing everybody.
She then heard a voice scream, "Kim!"
She looked behind her to see a big, burly blonde kid, look like he wanted to beat up somebody. The teacher then asked him, "Ivan, what is going on?"
The blonde kid replied, "It's Kim! I'm so going to get..."
The teacher then pointed to the door and shouted, "Ivan, go to the principal's office."
Before Ivan could stomp off angrily, Marinette spoke up, quite surprised by the way the teacher was handling things, "With all due respect Miss, you didn't even listen to Ivan's side of the story. It could be Kim that's bullying Ivan, but you're rather playing favoritism."
The teacher sputtered, not knowing how to react, "Who gave you the authority to question my teaching skills?"
Marinette smirked, replying, " Common sense."
Mrs. Bustier walked out of the classroom to calm down, pure fury clear on her face. That day she turned into Zombispect. When she kissed them, they would automatically obey and respect her. That was also the day Lady Spots and Chat Noir resided in Paris.
While Lady Spots was a great superhero, Chat Noir was an incompetent fool. Marinette hated him. He would always flirt with her and never get anything done. And in many cases, if he didn't get what he wanted, he would either threaten to quit or sit out. Marinette never told him, but she honestly thought that she did better in battle when he wasn't around.
In terms of her civilian life, Alya convinced herself that she was Marinette's best friend and that Marinette had a crush on Adrien. In actuality, Marinette's best friend was and is her brother, Damian, and Chloe. While Chloe was spoiled, she was also neglected by her parents, which made her act rather bitchy at times. And she for sure did not have a crush on the spineless Adrien Agreste. No one in the class knew anything about the real her. But her godparents and even Chloe, who knew a bit about her. But, the one person that Marinette wanted to talk to was her precious little brother. She needed to hug him, spoil him, and talk with him about everything. But most of all, she wanted to know that he was still alive and happy somewhere.
Marinette would cry herself to bed every day, hoping that one day she would see him again. Thankfully, Tikki was on her side.
(Time Skip of one year. This is after Volpina, but before Chameleon)
It has been two years since Marinette last saw her brother. Alya was still going strong, coming up with ridiculous plans for her to date Adrien. She was still a "clumsy" baker girl. And while designing was her supposed hobby, after about a month, she really got into it. What pissed Marinette off the most was that she had to wear pink, have her room pink, and wear pigtails. Why? Because it strengthened the fact that she was an innocent, little, naive girl. While it did help people underestimate her, it annoyed the heck out of her. She actually ranted to her godparents one day about how bad her appearance was, "How can one color be so bright?! How could anyone like looking at it?! Why the hell do these pigtails make me look like a short-ass baby?! I look like a fucking moron! Where the hell is Damian when you need him?!" It was about three days later when her question was answered.
Marinette had been walking around town when suddenly someone bumped into Marinette.  Marinette caught herself and caught the person she bumped into. But the words that came out of the person's mouth had her reeling, "Tt, what type of imbecile are you to be bumping into people on the street?" Marinette would know that voice anywhere. And sure enough, when she actually looked at the person that she bumped into, she was staring into the face of her brother. When he realized who she was, he let out a timid, "Marinette," that had Marinette practically sobbing.
When she found that her face was wet, she realized that she was sobbing, but she didn't care. Damian was alive. She strangled him with a hug, cooing softly into his ear once he too started crying. They stayed like that for a while before they released each other. It was then that Marinette saw the boy standing behind Damian.
She blushed when she noticed his features, black hair like her own, the bluest, purest eyes she had ever seen. He was wearing glasses that gave him a nerdy look, but his body begged to differ. He was very tall, probably 5ft 11, and had huge muscles that gave off more of a jock look. He had so many characteristics that Marinette felt insanely attracted. She snapped out of her thoughts and offered the boy a hand, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, or Marinette Al-Ghul, Damien's older sister by two years."
He gave her a blinding smile that could rival the sun and then kissed her hand, "Jonathan Kent, Jon for short. It's nice to meet the sister of my best friend." The more she studied him, the more she realized that he looked familiar. It was then that she realized he was Superboy, the superhero Alya had been raving about last week.
Marinette blushed at him kissing her hand. She then decided to let her inner devil come out to play. Leaning closer, she whispered, "It's nice to meet you too. I hope that you have been nice to my brother. Because if I found out you haven't, I might get my katana and skin you. I know that you might be invincible, but with the kryptonite, which I do have, you would be weakened within a second. So make your decisions carefully." She then leaned back and watched how his expression changed. His face went from happy, to confused, to shocked, to scared, and the surprisingly, love.
He smirked, "Well, you are better than I expected." He then pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his phone number. "Call me, you're hot and a little devil, I like it." He then winked and gave it to her.
They both heard Damian scream, "KENT! Stay away from my sister before I skin you!"
Marinette giggled and took the piece of paper from him. She then asked, "You look to be about my age. Why are you with Damian?"
Jon replied, "I'm 15-years-old. So one year older than you. (I know that Jon is actually three years younger in Super Sons, but for this to work, Jon is three older, not younger. If you have any problems with that, fight me.) And Damian and I work together a lot. We're considered the Super Sons, so we're best friends."
Marinette nodded in understanding before suggesting that they all go to a coffee shop to talk. Damian and Jon agreed. Damian told Marinette all about their father, their brothers, and sisters, him being Robin. He told her everything. She offered him support and asked questions about their family.
When it was her turn, she explained how Tom and Sabine saved her and how she came to Paris. And how she is pretending to be a clumsy sweet girl who likes pink. (She wasn't totally over the whole pink thing along with the pigtails.)  That coaxed a laugh out of both Damian and Jon. But when she got to the part about Alya, Damian wanted to skin Alya. He was Marinette's best friend, not some dumb harlot. When she explained how she was Lady Spots, and Chat Noir had some major failings as a partner, it took both Jon and Marinette to hold him back. He continued trying to escape while shouting, "LET ME AT HIM, HE DARE FLIRT WITH MY SISTER!!! I'LL SKIN HIS SORRY ASS BEFORE RIPPING HIM INTO SHREDS AND DUMPING HIM IN A RIVER!" He then continued to explain exactly how he would kill Chat Noir. Marinette knew that he was capable of going through with his plan, so she distracted him by asking for his phone number so that they could stay in contact. Damian calmed down enough to give it to her.
When she realized how late it was, she gave a hug and promised to meet up with him for the rest of the week. She also promised that once he left Paris, she would stay in contact. She wasn't going to leave her brother again. She then went up to Jon and kissed his cheek before saying goodbye. She then turned around and went home. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have seen Jon blush and then touch the cheek that she kissed with his fingertips, a goofy smile adorning his lips. Although Damian wanted to keep Jon away from his sister, he supposed Jon was better than the mangy cat or the spineless model.
For the rest of the week, the three met up every day and did different activities. One day they went to the Lourve, another an arcade, the day after that a carnival, and so on. On their last day, they went to the park and then went for Andre's ice cream. When they arrived, Andre greeted Marinette, "Bonjour Marinette! Would you like a sweetheart ice cream."
"Oui Andre. This is my brother Damian, and his friend Jon." She then turned to the boys, "Andre is the sweetheart's ice cream maker. He essentially gives you icecream based on the characteristics of your soul mate. Damian, how about you go first."
Damian stepped in front of the cart, "Ah, Damian, one scoop of violet and honey for her eyes, coconut ash for her hair, and cherry for her mysterious and complicated past. Here you are." (There is actually such a thing as black ice cream. It's made with coconut ash that people sometimes flavor with burnt honey vanilla.)
Damian took the ice cream and looked at it. He then realized that it looked like Raven, his crush. He blushed. "Ah, I see the love fair and true. I suppose you know who is right for you?" Damian nodded and started eating his ice cream, a small smile gracing his lips. He then paid attention to his sister and his best friend. They were now getting their ice cream.
Andre looked at the two and said, "Ah, but here's the truth, the two of you are the right match. You complete each other just like one, so come, let Andre supply you with love." Marinette and Jon were both surprised by the turn of events. But they both just blushed and agreed. Andre then said, "Blueberry for both your eyes, strawberry for her lips, cherry for his secret, and cotton candy for your personalities. Enjoy!"
Jon and Marinette waved goodbye and then ate their ice cream. They were still surprised about the turn of events. Neither knew what to say to the other until picked up some courage and asked, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
Marinette was surprised but agreed. They shared a chaste kiss. They then heard Damian gagging in the background. They broke apart, and Jon raised an eyebrow, "You're one to talk. I saw your ice cream. It really represented, mmph." Damian covered Jon's mouth before he could blurt out the name of his sweetheart.
"Kent looks like it's time to go! By the way, if you hurt my sister, I won't hesitate to kill you." He then dragged Jon off, leaving Marinette to chuckle to herself. The next day, she said goodbye to Damian and Jon. She gave them both a quick hug along with an extra kiss for Jon. She was so happy that she had found her brother again.
(Time Skip of three years)
It has been three years since Marinette bumped into Damian and Jon in Paris. The two visited whenever they could, the same with Marinette. But they never told their families. Marinette didn't tell her family because they didn't know she was Ladybug. Damian didn't tell because he wanted his sister to himself. Jon didn't tell because the other two didn't. Jon's and Marinette's relationship was still going strong. They loved each other very much. Jon loved how playful and happy Marinette could be, but she wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone. She was his little devil. Marinette loved Jon because of how pure and sunshiny he was. She loved how he cared for her and was always there for her no matter what. Damian actually started a relationship with Rachel Roth otherwise known as Raven as Andre's ice cream had indicated all those years ago.
During the three years, many things had changed, though. A girl named Lila came and turned everyone against her except Chloe. Marinette pretended that she was sad, but really she was ecstatic that she didn't have to hang out with morons anymore. She found Lila quite pathetic. Lila let others do her dirty work for her. She hid behind lies and morons. Marinette never found her as a threat.
She also defeated Hawkmoth a year ago, but it was because he surrendered. So, she didn't take him to jail, she made him donate thousands of dollars to people who needed therapy from the akumas and do community service. He agreed, so she let him go. She was glad that Gabriel Agreste had learned his lesson.
Yeah, for the most part, everything was going fine, she wasn't stuck with morons, and she had her brother and boyfriend. Until her brother and significant idiot forgot that her bio family didn't know about her.
It was the end of another shitty day for Marinette. She collapsed on her chaise. She looked at the time and realized that it was time for her's and Damian's video calls. She groaned before getting up and getting her phone. She dialed his number before waiting for him to pick up. Once he did, she saw that Jon was with him. They all talked together animatedly. What Damian and Jon forgot to do, was make sure that the Bat-family didn't come back from patrol while they were still on the call. But naturally, the two idiots forgot.
So, two hours later, when the three were still talking, they didn't realize when Jason came into the room. They only did when Jason screamed, "Demon Spawn and Supes Junior are talking to a girl on the phone!" This alerted the rest of the Waynes, so they all ran into Damian's room. When they entered, they were met with quite a sight. A confused Jason was watching a small pixie-like girl screaming at Jon and Damian in what seemed to be Arabic, Urdu, Russian, English, French, Spanish, Romanian, and Greek.
Once she calmed down, although she was still glaring at the two boys, she introduced herself, "Hi, my name is Marinette."
Dick asked her, "What's your last name?"
Marinette replied, "It depends on who your asking. Here in France, I would be Marinette Dupain-Cheng. In the league, I would be Marinette Al-Ghul. But, my real name would most likely be Marinette Wayne."
Jason yelled, "Your married to Demon Spawn!"
Marinette scowled, "No, Tt, are you always this incompetent? I am Damian's older sister by two years. I am also Jon's girlfriend of three years."
Bruce took a deep breath and pinched his nose, "And the reason none of you said anything was because?" He looked directly at Damian when asking the question.
Damian snapped, "I didn't want to share my beloved sister. She is too good for you imbeciles. She is also too good for Kent. But Kent is better than the mangy cat or the ugly model."
Everyone looked at Marinette confused except for Damian and Jon. She quickly shook her head, "Don't ask. If you want to ask me some questions, I'll be there in a minute."
Damian realizing that she was going to use the horse miraculous to transport to Gotham quickly said, "Wait, no, don't!" But she had already ended the call making Damian curse in Arabic.
Seconds later a portal appeared and a girl stepped out. She then spoke, "Kaalki, dismount." A flash appeared around her and they then saw the same girl on the phone now in front of them.
This left Wayne's gaping, while Alfred asked, "Mistress Marinette, would Kaalki I assume, need anything?"
Marinette replied, "Oui, she prefers sugar cubes to recharge. Merci, Alfred."
Then Jon got up and shouted, "My little devil!"
"Sunshine", Marinette exclaimed in joy before kissing him with full force. He kissed her back passionately. She placed her arm on his shoulders while he held her waist and lifted her a little off the ground. After a little bit, there was an awkward cough that reminded them that there were others in the room. They gave each other one more peck, before reluctantly pulling away. Although, Jon's arm was still around her waist. Marinette tried to not focus on the aching in her chest that was telling her to pounce on Jon and smother him in love and kisses while he did the same to her.
Marinette sighed and tried to focus on the situation at hand, "It's nice to meet all of you. My name is Marinette Al-Ghul Wayne, and I am Damian's sister as mentioned."
They all stared at her strangely until Tim asked, "Are you sure you grew up with Damian, or that your mother is Talia Al-Ghul? You seem a lot more different from Demon Spawn."
She smirked at them viciously, "First of all, I am for sure Damian's biological sister. Second of all, I may seem like an angel, but I'm the devil in disguise, hence Jon's nickname for me. Third of all, I'm not as arrogant as Damian because Ra's was always abusing me since I was a girl. So, I am a lot worse than Damian, I just don't show it."
No one knew what to do with this information. Sure Damian already knew about the beatings, but no one else did. They stared at her in worry, but she just waved them off, "Don't worry about me. Ra's is dead, I'm living with my godparents, and I'm happy."
Damian then rose an eyebrow, "What about your moronic classmates?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you. This pathetic girl who threatened to take my friends away, made it so that no one talks to me anymore. So, yay! Oooh, also I should probably explain my life to you?" She then went on to talk about everything, how her life was at the league, what happened when Slade attacked,  her life in Paris and when she became Lady Spots, how she met Damian and Jon, what happened after that.
By the end of her story, everyone looked like they wanted to kill her classmates and Chat Noir. Well, almost everyone. Bruce was on the ground muttering to himself, "Why, why, why? I just wanted one of my kids to not be a superhero. Is that too much to ask for?"
While Bruce had his breakdown, Tim asked her, "Did you defeat Hawkmoth?"
"Yeah, I did. He surrendered, so I let him off with some requirements in place. I actually was thinking of doing something to expose Lila. As much as I hate the morons, their future will be horrible if they keep on listening to that pathetic bitch."
Damian looked at her curiously, "What were you thinking?
"You are going to invite my class to the Wayne Gala. There we are going to introduce the whole family, including me. Damian, you are going to bring Raven. I'll bring Jon obviously. If we disprove that she knows the Waynes, the rest of her lies will come crashing down." Everyone smiled obviously pleased with the idea.
So they spent the next month getting the gala together. They organized a contest that Bustier's class won. During the month, the Waynes got to know Marinette. While Damian did have a problem with sharing her, everyone still go to know her. They were officially scared of her after she won after sparing against everyone and then cussing at Damian in many languages. It made Jon fall more in love with her though.
Another problem was that the Waynes would walk into Jon's and Marinette's make-out sessions all the time. Once, Jon, had Marinette pushed up against a wall and he was kissing her passionately. Marinette had her hands in his hair, one of them playing with the ends of his hair. She had taken off his shirt and was kissing down his neck. Jon had groaned and had stopped her so he could kiss her neck as well making her moan in want. He was whispering about what he wanted to do with her at the same time. Through dazed eyes, Marinette looked up and finally saw her family looking at her, both Damian and Bruce had their jaws clenched. When Jon noticed them, he quickly let go of her. Dick, Jason, and Tim started laughing, cooing, and teasing them, making Marinette hide her head in his chest. This made Damian launch himself at Jon, but before he could, Marinette had already disarmed him. She screamed, "Don't hurt my boyfriend, Damian." He just huffed, but let it go. From then on, they made sure to lock the door.
It was finally the day of the gala. Marinette saw all of her classmates. They mostly looked nice, but Lila was wearing an incredibly revealing dress.
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It was then time for the reveal. Bruce went up to the stage and announced, "Good evening, everybody. I am pleased that you could all attend. Today, I would like to introduce all of my children along with their significant other. To start, my oldest son Richard Grayson, also known as Dick Grayson along with his wife Kori Grayson."
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"My son Jason Todd."
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"My son Tim Drake."
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"My son Damian Wayne with his girlfriend Rachel Roth."
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"Finally, my new found daughter, also Damian's biological older sister Marinette Wayne. With her date Jon Kent."
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When her classmates saw Marinette they started screaming insults. She just raised an eyebrow at them, "Is there a problem?"
Alya yelled, "Yeah there is. You're not a Wayne, you never told me that you were."
Marinette replied, "We were never best friends so I was under no obligation to tell you anything. I am a Wayne. I just lived with my godparents in Paris until my dad found out about me. I am dating my handsome boyfriend, Jonathan Kent. I have given you so much proof. How about you question Lila. She claimed that she was dating Damian. Damian is two years younger than her and he is dating Rachel. She isn't close to the Waynes, I am. So, stop questioning me and question her."
Everyone looked at Lila, but she was incredibly pale. That showed everyone that she was lying. They started yelling at her. Bruce then spoke up, "Security, escort this class out of the gala." As security did so, no one stopped yelling at Lila.
Marinette and Jon then turned to the reporters and Marinette said, "Five questions go."
She pointed to one reporter, "Where do you live?"
"Paris like I mentioned earlier."
She pointed to another, "How old are you?"
"I am 17-years-old, almost 18."
She pointed to a third one, "Were you surprised about being a Wayne?"
"No, I knew that I was a Wayne my whole life. But I was sent to my godparents instead of my dad like Damian. But I still knew." She pointed to her family, "They were surprised about my existence."
She pointed to a fourth reporter, "How do you like being a Wayne?"
"I really enjoy it. They are so nice to me. I really cherish them and we all have a lot of fun together. "
She pointed to a final reporter, "Do you like being Jonathan Kent's girlfriend and how did you meet?"
"We met when I bumped into him and my brother in Paris. We spent the week together. We got this thing called sweethearts ice cream. The ice cream tells you who your soulmate is. The guy who runs it Andre said that we were meant to be together. Jon asked me to be his girlfriend after. We have been a couple for three years. I love Jon a lot. He's really sweet and considerate. I wouldn't trade him for the world." Everyone awed.
Jon then picked her up bridal style, "Now that this is over, we'll be going home to have some fun." He winked at everyone.
Marinette blushed at the implications, "JON!" But, Jon silenced her with a passionate kiss, carrying her off the stage.
As Marinette kissed him back, she felt so happy. She had a loving family and boyfriend. They accepted her and cherished her.
She didn't know that the league was going to be attacked, but it helped her grow as a person and escape abuse. She didn't know that she would get a boyfriend. She didn't know she would ever meet her little brother ever again or meet her family. She didn't know what the future had in store for her. But she did know that she was going to spend it with her boyfriend and her family, and nothing was going to stop her.
(Sorry for the pictures smack in the middle of everything!)
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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020
1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost 
Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim. 
2 Friendly fire: Fratricide 
Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme. “Someone could get hurt.” Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones. 
3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute 
Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.
Chapter two Bruce's perspective.
4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn
The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.
or
Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?
5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap
Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call. 
6 Two-face: The Better Choice 
How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become? Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat? 
7 Drowning: Omori’s Law
Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself. 
  8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart
Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.
9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth
When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana. “Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?” Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?” 
10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne
Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?
11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message 
Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true.  That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.
12 CPR: Vital Signs 
Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.   
13 Dad:  Storge 
Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily.  The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way. 
 “Your dad must have his hands full with you.”  Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.  
Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view.  It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world.  The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield...  Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad.  But he wasn’t. 
14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours
Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor. Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.
15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning 
Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?
A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?
16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth
The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath. Bruce lunged for the phone.   
17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight
“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.
“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”
Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.
18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing 
Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.
The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis
19 Betrayed: Smother
She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them. But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp. “Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.   
20 Crowbar: Breaklights
The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard.  The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway.  Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter.  He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it.  Wolverhampton.  
The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been.  Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.  
He had forgotten.
21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues
There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch. “Move.” “You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.   
22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours
Superman? Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no. Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.   
23 Kidnapped:  Chum 
Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back. He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it. The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing. 
24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves
Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.
Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?
25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime
He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder. “Hey.” Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.
After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.
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Better Die Than Doubt
Summary:  You wince knowing he’s already noticed. You feel the tiniest bit more at ease as he approaches your booth but it didn’t stop your eyes from flickering and searching for something off in the environment. The creeping sense of being watched trails up your spine. You’re sure.
A/n: To no one’s shock, this entire fic was unplanned. I was possessed by the urge to make it (translation: I got the urge to write this and one of my enablers said do it).  This story should be treated more or less as a horror story. Nothing is being glorified here except how dorky Jason is. That being said,  PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. This fic contains quite a few triggering things and I really don’t want you to be blindsided.  Also thanks to @knightfall05x for helping me write this whole thing. Thanks to @batarella (HOE) for action writing tips.
Warnings: graphic violence, stalking, emotional manipulation, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drugging, nongraphic description of rape, and rape aftermath 
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You press the heels of your palms into your eyes. You could practically feel the oncoming headache the way you could sense someone coming down the hall. This is what happens when you’re running on just 5 hours of restless sleep for the last few days. This headache was also not helped by the fact that this was your fifth coffee in the past 30 minutes. You probably should not be drinking this much caffeine this late but intelligent decisions weren’t exactly your strong suit this week. You rub the sides of your forehead feeling another wave of nausea. 
 You check the time again and groan.  It’s been one-and-a-half hours since your agreed upon time had lapsed and yet one Jason Peter Todd was nowhere to be seen. You curse, nerves edging, and mind fraying.  To be perfectly fair to him, he is a busy guy, vigilante, and all. You understood that fairly well- and this was sudden to say the least. You can’t really fault him for being a bit late but the long wait was ratcheting up your anxiety. Again, the coffee didn’t help but considering it was the only thing you could keep down since last night, you didn’t have much choice. 
 Last night. 
 Your stomach tumbled. You cup your hand over your mouth feeling your coffee traveling back up your esophagus. You let out a long exasperated breath, letting yourself sink into the booth. You look out the window, eyes flickering wildly searching for Jason. Your hands tighten around your mug. The feeling of being watched made you bristle. 
 Jason, well, Jason wasn’t hard to spot. The man was 6 feet 4 inches of pure muscle and leather. Having a handsome face and a ‘fuck you’ look in his eyes also helped.  In short, the man was hard to ignore. You wave weakly to him as he dismounts his bike, a gesture far too small for your usual bombastic self. Jason’s smarmy smile greets you as he returns the gesture with his gloved hand. The motion is slow and cautious, rickety in a way. You wince knowing he’s already noticed. You feel the tiniest bit more at ease as he approaches your booth but it didn’t stop your eyes from flickering and searching for something off in the environment. The creeping sense of being watched trails up your spine. You’re sure. 
 “Jesus, y/n, you look like Timbo” Jason chuckles sliding into the booth his green eyes shining with scrutiny. You look at him flatly not having enough energy to properly respond to his jab. He winces seeing your lack of reaction. “Rough night, huh?” He asks flagging down a waitress, who looked quite pleased to get away from her previous table.  
 You nod weakly, slowly as if the fact that it had been a rough couple of days had just sunk in. “Yeah,” you reply, your voice small and a little threadbare. You drum your fingers against your increasingly cold mug. The waitress sets a couple of warm mugs in front of you. Her soft smile makes you uneasy. You and Jason mutter a thanks as she tells you to wave her over if you need anything else. Her warm brown eyes boring into the stark purple bruise on your face. You shrink and smile sheepishly at her.
 “I’m fi-”
 “I am going to throw these sugar packets at you if you say you’re fine.”
 “Damn, ok, Mr.Kettle,” You laugh. His concern startles a genuine laugh out of you. You’re sincerely surprised how lively the sound that comes out of you is. “You know if you keep sounding like that, Jay, you’re gonna wreck the whole stone-cold badass thing you got going,”
 “Y/n..”
 You huff running your hand through your disheveled hair, trying in vain, to soothe your mind. What was the best way to put it? You swallowed, gathering your lapsing thoughts. “Sooo uh-” The collar of your shirt suddenly felt tight around your neck. “-I-” You breathe. “-I found around 4 or 5 of Blackmask’s boys and Deathstroke-No, I’m not shitting you- in my- my apartment for- well- the third time in the last two months, can I crash at your place? Just ‘til I find a new place. Oh and also how do I get rid of them?”
  He blinks as his brain takes its sweet fucking time digesting what you had just said.  He leans back groaning and running his hands over his face. He looks like he’d like to deck you if he wasn’t too busy being concerned for your welfare. You shrink again, feeling bad for springing it on him. The decision to leave out the gory details of your hectic week suddenly felt like the wisest choice but you had no doubt he’ll get it out of you at some point. 
 “I’ll skip the obvious ‘why did you wait three times before moving’ question because I feel like I’m probably going to get an aneurysm from your answer,”  Your reasoning wasn’t quite that stupid. You were mucking about Sionis’s operation. The fucker decided to branch out his little enterprise into your city and like hell, you were gonna leave well enough alone. After you had set fire to one of his warehouses, you thought that would explain the False Facers. But Deathstroke? Deathstroke was a mystery. You’ve also been mucking about his business but you two have always been civil if not friendly. Frenemies of sorts, you guessed. You’ve been encountering him a lot in the last few days. You had figured that Blackmask had hired him but considering he threw two men out of your apartment window last night, you’re not entirely sure.  You make an affronted noise that Jason elects to ignore. 
 “What did they do?”
 “Aside from necessitating a visit to IKEA?  Nothing.”
 “Did they take anything? Leave a message?”
 “Nope, nothing-” You furrow your brow trying to recall. You shake your head. “-They just made sure I knew they broke in.” You add, shrugging your shoulder. You wince at the movement. Your shoulder still aches from being hit with a bat. Jason’s shoulders shift, moving as if to reach out to you but stops himself. Instead, he continues with his line of questioning. “Sweetheart, there’s gotta be something missing.” 
 You frown, biting your cheek. Jason rests his chin on his hand, green eyes watching you and urging you to think back. It was either the weight of his gaze or the lack of sleep that was making it hard to recall. You close your eyes and catalog your belongings, analyzing the mental picture you have like a crime scene like how he taught you months ago, breaking it down into the smallest pieces of information and bringing it back into a bigger picture.  Still, nothing. Nothing of note was missing. You shake your head and shrug your uninjured shoulder. Jason glares at the immobile one. You shake your head silently telling him it wasn’t from last night which just made him clench his jaw. 
 “Evidence?”
 You shake your head.  He frowns baffled. 
 “Tech?”
 You shake your head again. 
 “Anything personal?” He asks jokingly. 
 “I-” A cold horror washes over you trailed by embarrassment. Your vibrator had been missing and so were a couple of your lingerie sets. You feel your stomach drop to the floor. “Oh god, Jay- I- Please, let me stay with you.” 
 “And have them steal my stuff?” He chuckles. 
 “Please, Jay, like you have anything worth stealing.” Jason frowns at you scrutinizing your face. You level him a glare but it was more in an effort to fight down a blush than anything venomous. Jason’s jaw unclenches and his face breaks into a shit-eating grin. “What color was it?”
 “Wha-”
 “Bzzzzzzzt ” 
 If you weren’t blushing before, you are now. Heat climbs up your spine. Your mouth felt dry. 
 “Well, what color was it, sweetheart?” Jason drawls, his voice dropping an octave. You shiver but bristle just as quickly. You bite your cheek and glare at him. “HA. HA. HA. Funny, Todd.”
 “Was it Red Hood Red?” Jason teases, winking and raising his cup of coffee to his lips. 
 “Nightwing blue” You deadpan. Jason coughed into his drink.  You preen with satisfaction. 
 “Does it make stupid puns while you go at it? ”
 “Yup,” You say, the ‘p’ popping. “That’s part of the appeal.” You joke smiling into your mug.  Jason snorts. “How is that supposed to be sexy?”
 You shrug, a sharper less tired smile cutting across your features. “Dunno man. Nightwing is pretty sexy if you ask me.” You wink.  
 Jason makes a fake gagging noise. Well, it seems fake with how theatrical the gesture is but with bats? You never could tell. You roll your eyes and giggle.  Jason’s shoulders loosen at your bubble of laughter, his face slipping into one of his sheepish smiles. “In all seriousness, y/n, you can stay at my place.”
 You smile at him, your usual fluorescent smile. 
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 A man from across the street watches you intently through the lens of a camera. 
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 Slade throws the photos across Roman’s desk, each glossy piece of paper containing a candid photo of you looking increasingly frayed and anxious.  
 Roman marvels at how your usually larger than life figure shrank into your puffy coat, how small and malleable and inexperienced you looked. He notes the panicked look in your eyes in every one of the photos and savors it. He couldn't wait to see it for himself. 
 In one photo, you're looking over your shoulder as you enter your office building. 
 In one, you’re tracing circles on a child’s hand with your thumb,  beaming brightly as you told some wild tale to distract the child. 
 In another, you're slumped in your desk chair as you think over a case looking absolutely exasperated but determined. 
 In yet another one, you're locking lips with a man, his hand trailing up your shirt. Roman made sure to give the man some swimming lessons a few weeks prior.  
 In the photo in Roman’s hand, you're at the emergency room looking like you haven't slept in 2 days. Your face was bruised and your clothes were torn in several places where Slade had managed to land a blow. Your delicate skin marred with cuts and trickling blood. Absolutely gorgeous.   
 He examines it closely. The photo was taken just a few hours ago. You look like you're going to cry but your shoulders and jaw are squared more frustrated than scared. There's a fire in your eyes that threatens to level the city. A thrill rides up his spine at the prospect of extinguishing it. 
 “This is why you wanted to throw my men out the window?”
 Slade hums. He shrugs and the edge of his lips curl into a smile. “It was the only way to convince the kid that we’re both after her-” His eye drifts to your face. Appraising but impassive. “The kid’s scared out of her mind and exhausted at this point.”
 Slade had a point. Roman had to give him that. It wouldn’t be obvious to the casual observer but it would be plain as day to anyone like Roman who had been studying you for a while. You weren’t quite as meticulous with your appearance as Roman thought you should be (He would work on that later) but the dishevelment in your appearance was obvious. The slight dip in your shoulders in place of the prim posture that you usually employed was a blatant indication of your weariness. And the falter in your smile, the flickering in your eyes, and the number of times you let yourself bite your cheek showed the cracks in your fearless image. 
 Who knew weeks upon weeks of chaos could weather Minos City’s own budding hero? 
 In the photo next to Roman’s hand, your laughing face is stark and lively against the drab atmosphere of the diner, bubbling laughter carving life into your exhausted features making you look more like the shining paragon your city has come to rely on. The man sitting in front of you is laughing too. The sharp edges of his grin softened by the fondness in his eyes. It was hard not to recognize him even with such a foreign expression plastered onto his face.  Roman crushes the photo in his hand. 
 “BUT NOW SHE’S WITH THAT SCUMBAG RED HOOD”
 “And she’s now with the Red Hood. In his secluded safe house. Weakened and far from help. Most likely thinking that she’s safe under his protection and blissfully unaware of the tracker I put in her arm.”
 “I see… It seems like you are worth the pay.”
 Slade made no effort in hiding his smug grin.  
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 “Jay, I really am sorry about this.” You mumble for what seemed like the fifth time in the past half hour. 
 “I sincerely hope you’re apologizing for the fact that you neglected to tell me you had bruised ribs before getting on my bike and not the fact that you’re staying with me because two crazy assholes decided your place needed remodeling.” Jason exasperates, pinching the bridge of his nose. You feel kind of annoyed by the gesture but he did have a point especially with your city’s less than smooth roads. You were also pretty banged up. As it turns out, facing off against a bunch of goons plus a master assassin is not good for your health. You swore viciously under your breath. Now, you weren’t expecting Deathstroke to go easy on you despite your rapport but the guy really didn’t have to throw you around like a rag doll. Even with your power to adjust the odds, it was a miracle that you escaped intact. 
 “Well, Mr.Pot, you ride your bike all the time even with broken ribs.” You bite back. Jason rolls his eyes unaffected by the distilled venom in your voice.
  “Well, one of us is a stone-cold badass- ”
 “And the other is a sasquatch with a stick up his ass.” You sneer snatching the beer bottle from Jason. Your tone was far too fond and playful to have any actual bite. Jason chuckles at you and ruffles your hair before snatching it back and handing you a bottle of water.
 You huff taking the bottle from him and following him to the couch. He sits down on the couch patting the seat beside him. You plopped on to the couch, placing your sock feet on his lap. He grabs your ankles and throws your feet back at you. You just as quickly throw them back on and this time you do it with an absolutely delighted smirk on your face. “Rude,” He mumbles but doesn’t attempt to extricate you again. 
 “So Deathstroke, huh?” Jason starts, side-eyeing you over his beer. You adjust yourself to sit up a little straighter.
 “You mean the asshat who broke my favorite lamp last night?”
 “Who the hell has a favorite lamp?”
 “Me! And get to your point.”
 “Have you two- yanno?” Jason jokes, his eyebrows wiggling and hands gesturing vaguely. Your eyes grow wide and heat creeps up your neck and face. You scowl at Jason throwing a pillow at his face for good measure. He catches it with ease much to your frustration giving you his trademark triumphant grin. You kick at him with no real force. 
 “NO! What kind of soap opera shit is that?” You giggle into your drink. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it before. The guy was skilled and pretty witty.  You also had eyes and the man was handsome but something always felt strange about taking it further. You were civil but you kept your distance. 
 You pout at Jason again causing him to chuckle. “What? I’m just saying it’ll air out some tension~” He suggests winking. 
 “Oh my actual god, I hate you. I sincerely, truly hate you.” You laugh, kicking at his thigh. Jason makes an obviously fake hurt noise which draws out even more giggles out of you. Some tension in Jason’s shoulders releasing upon hearing the bubbly sounds. 
 “You speaking from experience, Jay?”
 Jason shakes his head and coughs. “Catwoman-” Cough. “Talia Al Ghul-” Cough. “Sorry, sweetheart, seems like I have a really bad cough this week.”  
 And that is how you spend the rest of the night questioning Bruce’s love life. 
“Food is in the fridge,” Jason says pointing to the said fridge which was sorely lacking magnets, sounding like a somewhat tired single parent. 
 “Do I look like I can keep anything down?”
 Jason snatches the water bottle you had abandoned on the side table next to the recliner. “With that big mouth of yours? Sure.” Jason teases lightly booping you on the nose with your water bottle. “Get some rest.”
 “Yes, mother” You sighed, burying yourself into the thick comforter he’d given you, crumpled water bottle in hand. He ruffles your hair. 
 “You know you’re safe here, right? ” The question startles you. You shift uncomfortably, pulling the comforter tightly around your shoulders. You shrug at him, not entirely certain how to answer. You know Jason’s safe house is, well, safe but you also thought your apartment was too. Your stomach twisted. 
 Jason squeezed your shoulder probably sensing the spiral of your thoughts. He smiles down at you, probably. It was hard to tell with the helmet.  
 “If you want, I can-”
 “No, Jay, I’ll be fine here. You can go on patrol. I’ll be fine. Promise.”
 The thing with Jason was that even when he was so big and bulky and hella intimidating, his empathy towards others had a bad habit of always shining through despite the layers of armor and sarcasm. You squeeze his hand, pressing little circles into his palm, and smile up at him. It was forced but it was the best you could do. Jason ruffles your hair again before letting go and making his way to the window. 
 “Get some sleep.”
 “Aye aye cap’n” You yawn settling into a slump on the couch. Jason can’t help but smile fondly at you.  You wave him a sleepy goodby before he sets off. 
You passed out on the couch, an old habit you never grew out of. You always slept on the couch when you felt uneasy. It may have been some sort of way to separate stress from your bedroom. It sure as shit wasn’t for safety reasons. Your equipment was dispersed throughout your apartment but your weapons were usually stowed away in your room. 
 You feel a hand running gently through your hair, smoothing away all your apprehension. 
 “Jay” You grouse, your hand halfheartedly swatting at the hand stroking your hair. You bury yourself further into the warmth of the comforter feeling the need to shrink away from the touch. You feel a soft prick on your neck.  
 Your eyes fly open.  
 Shit.
 The hand tangles in your hair. It throws you to the wall. The air is knocked out of your lungs. Your ribs scream. You scrabble to your feet. Your limbs fail you. They flail uselessly. Your breaths pick up. Your chest feels like it's caving. 
 "JAY" You shriek. “HELP.” A large hand grasps your throat. A rush of adrenaline kicks in. You thrash. You kick. Your hit lands. Another grasps your ankles. You scream. You swear viciously. Another grabs at your wrists. Something rough winds around your wrists and ankles. 
 The world tilts into an odd angle. Your head feels heavy so do your arms and your legs and everything. 
 "Jaaay" You slur, the air in your lungs becoming sluggish like everything else. "Jay" you sob again, knowing he wouldn't come. Not when he was so far away. 
 "Shut up you …..  bitch" You feel a swift kick to your stomach. It barely registers above the haze. 
 "Hey man-"
 "What? The …. man said we …… rough her up."
 "We can?"
 "Yeah, ……, said so"
 Your eyes blink, stupid, and uncomprehending.  Distantly, you hear yourself grunting and whimpering. You can feel their blows but your body is too far away, too inaccessible. It was strange to physically feel yourself drift away. 
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 Roman traces the sun shaped scar radiating on your shoulder with a leather-clad hand. The one shot he’d managed to land on you the first time you’d stormed one of his warehouses. You were all cocksure and quick wit and boisterous laughter. You really had the devil’s own luck but it seems to have run out. Not that Roman’s got any complaints. Not when he’s got you laying at his feet,  tied up and vulnerable. 
 He crouches down, hand on his chin.  His eyes roam appreciatively over your sleeping form, appraising you like a premium cut of meat. You look pretty against the black silk sheets he’d chosen.  He sighs content with his prize. He traces the tip of his knife over your cheek, a dark purple bruise maring your features stark against the stainless surface of the blade. Slade really was quite careless when handling you. Not that Roman has any plans on being any gentler.  
 He lets his blade drift down, trailing down your neck down to the flimsy protection of your oversized shirt.  Your steady breaths falter. You keep your eyes shut trying to gather more information but it’s hard not to focus off the tip of the blade cold against your warm skin even as the blade cuts through the thin fabric of your shirt. A large hand grasps your face roughly. 
 “I know you're awake, baby-” You blanch still not opening your eyes. The grip on your jaw tightens. You grin like a madman. “It's rude to keep daddy waiting.” 
 “Sorry, Sionis, I was really hoping not to have to wake up  you’re ugly mug.” You sneer, voice thick and raspy with sleep but still full with your trademark confidence. Roman looks more amused than irritated.  Your body and mind are still at the cusp of sleep. You wriggle and almost cry out with joy when you feel them move. You mind the hand on your jaw and its tight grip. 
 “Baby, I won’t tell you a-” You spit in his face, cracking an eye open to see his reaction. A bloody grin spreads across your face like wildfire when you see the annoyance on his face. 
 “You’re going to regret that” He growls, wiping his face with a torn piece of your shirt. 
 “Oh please-” Something cracks across your jaw. 
 “The next time it’ll be the other end,” It takes a moment for your mind to catch on. You stare at the hilt of the blade for a moment before letting loose another smarmy grin. His violent reaction spurs you on. Yeah, you can definitely see why Jason thinks you’re going to age him twenty years. “Oh please, You like my face too much for that.”
 “You really wanna test that?”
 “Nope,” You say, spitting into his eye and landing a punch square in his face. You cackle like a madwoman when he goes down. You don’t bother hiding the delighted chirps that escape your chest. 
 Being petty, you give him a swift kick to the face before dashing towards the door.  You launch yourself, feeling like you can fly. The copper taste in your tongue almost feels sweet. 
 Your hand grasps the door when a hand tangles itself in your hair. 
 Roman throws you back onto the mattress, the springs digging into your back. You scratch and claw and thrash against the large hand wrapped around your throat. You snarl as Roman leans closer, his body pinning yours against the mattress, his weight immobilizing your fatigued limbs. A sweet-smelling cloth covers your mouth and nose, you gasp in surprise, inhaling the scent. Your mind is already sluggish by the time it catches on. 
 Your vision dims. 
 You feel hollowed out. 
 Your limbs fall away, arms drooping and pliant against the silk-covered mattress. The cloth feels too much against your skin. Vaguely, you feel horror prickling up your spine or maybe it was just the springs again. 
 Roman pulls away. You think you breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of him lifted. He straddles your body, grinning down at you. Your mouth falls open to say something. You want to say that you curse him out or that you threaten him. The sound you make is small. Your tongue feels too heavy.  No, something is pressing it down, you think. 
 Above you, Roman is a towering colossus. You’re vaguely aware of the shifting of his hips. He removes his gloved hand from your mouth and caresses the side of your face with mock gentleness. His movements are sluggish and syrupy.  You make another noise when you realize to some degree of horror that isn’t. Your mind felt heavy and useless. 
 He snaps his fingers. The sound is dull like it's contending with water. A muffled set of steps approaches you. A man, you realize. You don't think you’ve noticed him before. His dark shape is messy and incomprehensible. A red dot flashes stark against his form. The mechanical sounds of a shutter drift in and out of your mind. You turn your head back to Roman at the sound of shifting fabric.
 Above you, Roman, already without his suit jacket, loosens his tie, eyes staring hungrily at you. The pit of your stomach feels painfully cold. You blink at him stupidly. He chuckles, grasping your chin to make sure you’re looking at him. You protest against his touch.
 “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be the star of our little show like the filthy attention whore you really are. ” He laughs. It rumbles like thunder in your ears. 
 The world falls away. 
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 You feel a prick on your neck. 
 Hot breaths fan against your face. 
 Your body is too warm. 
 You don’t want to know why. 
 Twenty-five, you continue counting. 
 You feel fabric shift against you. 
 Something sharp digs itself into your flesh.  
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 Three?
 Something’s crushing your windpipe.
 Your body is aching. You’re not entirely sure whether it’s from use or disuse and by who. 
 “Good girl”
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 Twelve
 There’s something scraping against your flesh. 
 Is it a knife?
 Hot pants fan against your skin. 
 Teeth 
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Fifty-six
 “Boss, I-.... going a …. bit too far?”
 Smack!
 “Do …. You…. to think?” 
 Two sixty-eight
 A hand strikes you. You think your jaw is broken. It hurts but then again everything hurts. All you can do is take it and whimper. 
 Tears sting against your face.  
  “That’s right. Just like that. Like that, you little whore.” 
 Your body is warm again. 
 You still don’t want to know. 
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 Two
 Two?
 You’ve counted two before. 
 You blink. 
 The haze of your mind lifts. 
 The coldness of the room seeps in your bones. You’re bare. You take stock of yourself, running your hands over your skin. Everything is still there. 
 Everything and a few other things. You let disgust and shame roll over you. A sob tears its way out of your chest. Your breath picks up. You feel your mind slipping. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, calling your mind back and steadying yourself. 
 You take stock again. This time moving your limbs and jangling your joints.  They were weak but workable. You’re surprised to find yourself unbound aside from the collar around your neck. You suppose Roman’s confident in his drugs. How long have you been here? You press lightly against your neck, feeling the higher than normal pulsing of your artery. You shift yourself waking your legs up. 
 You stiffen, gooseflesh spreading over your skin as light filters into the room through the door. Your eyes snap shut, stinging from the sudden intrusion of light. The pulse beneath your fingers jackrabbits. You think you’ll keel over. 
 “Shhhhhh”
 All the strength in your veins floods out, leaving a feeling of cold horror in its place. You scream or you try.  Your body feels impossibly rigid. Roman stalks towards you, his footfalls slow and deliberate and too loud. Your heart jumps up to your throat with each step. You inch yourself away from him, drawing yourself up to make yourself feel bigger. He coos at how adorable you are, trying to look defiant. The mattress dips under his weight. Your mind begins to slip away from you again. The world falls away from you. You anchor it, digging your nails into your palms. He cups your face, thumb caressing your bottom lip. You glower at him and bite out something witty. He laughs amusement lighting up his features, the sound grates against your ears. 
 “Not gonna fight back?” He taunts, pressing his thumb down on your bottom lip. Your body recoils but then goes slack as he runs his hand up and down your side. Shame blankets you but the fear etched into you keeps you still. 
 Roman loosens his tie. 
 Your mind falls out of your reach. 
 “Such a good little slut.” He murmurs against your lips.
 NO
 You wanted to say. 
 Instead, your mind starts counting again even as you hear the rustle of fabric. 
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 BANG
 A gunshot rings through the thick atmosphere of the room. 
 Roman curses. 
 His men stampede. 
 Another round of shots fire. 
 Something- No, no.  Someone tears Roman off of you. 
 “Deathstroke?” You croak, your voice sounding foreign and absurdly brittle. 
 “Do you know anyone else walking around looking like this, kid?”
 “Ravager” You snark, lips twitching into a smile. He rolls his eyes underneath his mask. The familiarity of the exchange breathes life into your body. Roman’s hand grips your wrist with bruising intensity. Your breath catches. 
 No. No. No.
 The word loops in your head like a constant rat-tat. 
 Slade’s foot makes contact with Roman’s head, the force of it unnecessary but satisfactory. The sounds of bone-cracking fill the air. The man falls uselessly to the grimey floor. He shoots him with a couple of rounds for good measure, each shot instilling a pang of finality in the back of your mind. 
 You scrabble towards Slade, wide-eyed and shallow breathed.  You cling to Slade as he bundles your body in silken sheets.  He hoists you easily into his arms. You bury your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder, closing your eyes, the image of Roman’s bloody body on the floor pressed into your mind. You sob in relief. Your hands clasping onto Slade, white-knuckled and shaking.
  "I've got you, sweetheart," He rumbles, running his hand through your hair soothingly. The tight knots in your body, loosen. You whimper a quiet thank you. “I’ve got you.”
 You lift your head only to see Roman twitch. 
 Your breathing falters. 
 Fear pricks your spine. 
 Your mind falls away from you again. 
 Distantly, you feel Slade’s grip on you tightens. 
 Distantly, you hear him murmur something. 
 Everything is too far away. 
 Your eyes blink sluggishly. The world becomes dimmer with each blink. 
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 A warm spray of water drizzles down over your aching skin. Your open wounds sting but the warm water pooling around you soothes the aches of your bruised flesh. Your eyes focus on the soft off-white of the tile on the wall opposite you. You don’t let yourself about the thin, rusty red film swirling in the water. The air in the room is thick with steam and the scent of lavender. 
 The absence of grime on your skin makes you feel lighter and gauzy and immaterial. You felt naked and obscene like you had been taken apart and now someone was examining pieces of you. You almost miss it. 
 “Lean back” Slade grumbles as he lathers your hair with some lavender concoction the hotel provided. Your body follows automatically, eagerly, obediently. You tell yourself you’re just tired. You tell yourself nothing’s wrong with your response. You tell yourself you’re ok. You wince. The warm water around you shifts. You hear it splash against the tile. You flinch at how loud it sounds. You take a deep breath and lean into his touch. He’s handling you delicately as though you would fall apart any second. You might. 
 Blinking away tears, you watch his face, aware that by leaning back, you’d be giving him a good view of the hickies, bite marks, and knife wounds Roman ‘gifted’ you. There’s a slight twitch in the corners of his lips. He must be disgusted with you too. You want to sink into the hot water and let it burn you anew, but you don’t trust yourself not to drown.   
 You close your eyes as another spray of warm water pours over you. You melt into it hoping it’s enough to wash the last few days- weeks?- away. 
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 Your hands grasp his face, pulling him towards you. His hands brace against the tub, keeping him from falling in with you. Your arms loop around his neck, your hot breath fanning against his lips. You press your lips against him, searching and wanting. For what exactly? Comfort? Safety? Stimulation? His lips press lightly against yours, not quite a kiss. Slade actually looks taken aback. 
 The rest of the world floods back in. You peel away, your eyes wide with terror. “Shit- I’m- Fuck! Fuck! Shit, Slade, I- I’m sorry. I- Shit! I didn’t-” Your breathing ratchets up, becoming shallower as the pulsating in your ears grow louder. There’s a tightness growing in your chest that makes you think your ribcage is about to implode. You cover your face with your hands not caring how it didn’t help your shallowing breaths. You can’t look at him. You just can’t. You know you’re disgusting. 
 Your body wants to come apart, dissolve, and if it can, evaporate. You can’t breathe. You curl into yourself, into the water. A hand grabs at your wrist. You flinch. The hand carefully pries your hand away, forcing you to uncurl. Slade’s other hand cups your face gently, guiding you to look him in the eye. The lack of disgust in his face rattles you.
 His thumb brushes against your lips making your stomach twist and your spine curl. He dips his head closer to yours. You kiss him eagerly. He lets out a pleased hum and smiles against your lips. Something cold licks at the bottom of your stomach but it’s overtaken by the need for connection, to fill in what had been hollowed out.   
You press closer to him than strictly necessary as you watch the news, chewing on your cheek.  He pulls you close, shifting you on to his lap. You don’t protest, eyes glued to the TV. 
 “Businessman, Roman Sionis, was found with several gunshot wounds to the stomach in one of his warehouses here in Minos City. He is now in stable condition. Authorities say...”
 Your jaw falls slack in mute horror. Your stomach tumbles to the floor.  You’re hyperventilating. Your teeth are digging into your cheek, you taste copper. Your mind spirals back into the room, back to the dirty mattress, back to Roman. 
 Strong arms wrap around you, stilling your trembling body against a broad chest. Your body relaxes a fraction. You curl into him, the buzz of nervous energy settling into a quieter panic. 
 “You’re safe with me, you know that don’t you, sweetheart?” Slade says tracing circles into your palm. You lean your head into his shoulder. You nod easing against him. “I’ll never let that monster anywhere near you.” He promises, pressing a kiss into your hair. A little sob wrenches free of your imploding chest. 
 Slade keeps his face buried in your hair even as you fall into a lull. It was the only way to hide the triumphant grin spreading across his face. 
 “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you.”
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A/n: Thanks for reading. There’s a follow up to this because I can’t cope with bad endings. I had to promise myself a good second part to make the ending horrifying. 
The writing process for this fic was basically:
Me: I have this horrifying idea!
My brain: Yes but what if we put a little dork Jason in it. 
Me: I guess that wouldn’t hurt. 
Me: Ok I have written nearly 2k of dorky Jason where’s the other parts?
Brain: Uh what other parts?
Me: *sighs and spends the next few days spamming @knightfall05x*
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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years
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Batboys Getting Betrayed By Their S/O HC
Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!
“Hello! I'd like to make a Batboys reaction request if I may! If writing for all of them is too much please pick whoever you'd like! Have fun with it! Batboys finally catch the villain they've been after for a disgusting amount of time, they grab their mask/helmet, rip it off and BAM!! It's their S/O. How do they react? Thank you for your time!!”
THIS HC TURNED INTO AN EPIC COLLAB BETWEEN @birdy-bat-riya AND WE POPPED OFF!!! Riya really said “lets break the boys heart then give them the best fluff in the world” and I agreed then BAM this beauty. I hope you enjoy and I’m super excited to collab w my tumblr soulmate more!!!
ALSO GO CHECKOUT STAY WITH ME A TIM DRAKE FIC THAT IS KINDA LIKE THIS IF YOU WANT STORYLINE IT’S ONE OF MY FAVES!!!
Damian Wayne
- Damian would not see it coming
- after a painful bout of hand to hand combat, Robin had you stuck to a wall with Batarangs, and he stalked forward
- hoping he would get pulled away by Batman so wouldn’t notice your similarity to the love of his life, you sucked in a deep breath as you realized there was no escape
- “The great villainous sidekick defeated by Robin. Sounds good doesn’t it? But I want to know just who I bested” he quipped, reaching for your mask
- as he pulled it off he froze, your mask dropped to the ground as you began begging for forgiveness
- “Baby it’s not what it looks like! I’m sorry you know I couldn’t tell you! I love you Damian please understand!” you cried, pulling against the batarangs you felt your suit rip as you jumped to the ground reaching for Damian
- Damian looked beyond stunned, trying to process the idea that the one person he trusted above all had betrayed him. He’d spent months hunting, fighting, deeply wound you, then calling you beloved just a couple days later
- pulling yourself forward you flung your arms around him, trying to love him into submission
- instinctively his arms began to wrap around you and you could feel the material of his gloves grace over the exposed parts of your side from where your suit ripped, but he drew them back, pushing you off of him
- “belov- Y/N” his tone was harsh, and broken, “is this really you? You knew I was Robin, and yet you lied to me every day? Learned my weaknesses and my truths all just to use it against me?” you could see him shaking, his domino mask hid his glassy eyes but not his heart broken expression
- you realized he thought you’d only befriended him to use him and you jumped to explain “No! Babe never! I keep this life and our life completely separate! I never used anything and would never tell your secrets to anyone! This, this life [ you gestured to your suit ] is out of necessity, for my survival I have to be strong. But with you, Damian, with you life is worth living, you make my battles worth fighting, everything I do is for us!” you realized how good it felt to let everything go, tears streaming down your face
- Damian looked conflicted, broken because of your betrayal, but you could tell he still loved you
- “Y/N you know I can keep you safe, why? Why live this life when you know of the one we could’ve had together?” Damian 
- “I didn’t think of it that way” you whispered, thoughts flying through your head
- “Then let me help you” was all Damian said, and he reached out a hand
- Batman and your boss appeared behind you and Robin, both confused with what was happening
- Bruce looked shocked to see who the villain’s sidekick was, but he was trying to keep his Batman level confidence
- “C’mon kid lets go” you felt a tug on your shoulder, trying to lead you back to your base, but the look Damian was giving you stopped you, unable to turn your shoulder on him
- this was Damian asking you to pick a new life with him. And you knew he was the only thing that truly made him happy, but this would be the end of your reputation, and your safety
- you began to reach for Damian but stopped, needing his reassurance
- “you promise you’ll protect me?”
- “always.” you took his hand, falling into his arms, and decided a future with Damian was better than anything else
Dick Grayson
- Dick didn’t know you were Slade’s protege after Dick told him no all those years ago
- you knew he thought of your villain persona as his greatest opponent and you couldn’t break his heart
- you’d both been in the good guy vs bad guy business since you were kids so you couldn’t expect him to understand, so you hid it.
- he told you he was Nightwing a couple months before and your heart dropped realizing you’d been fighting the love of your life for years, and were trained by one of his greatest tormentors
- in a terrible turn of events you, Nightwing, and Slade all ended up fighting each other, Nightwing and you after Slade for seperate reasons just before his escape he noticed how you couldn’t hurt Dick like you used to
- in an act of revenge for you leaving his side all those years ago, he shouted “catch you later sweet Y/N!” before jumping out a window out of your sight
- Dick’s head whipped to you, a look of confusion at Slade knowing your identity
- hoping he’d missed it you tried to run out of the building and take off
- angy Dick is basically super powered so he caught you (yes i said angy)
- when he rips off your mask and the face he’d adored for years looks up at him he physically can’t stand
- watching the love of your life crumple to the ground is the hardest thing you’ve endured
- frantically trying to explain you keep trying to cup his face in your hand but he pulls away, refusing to look you in the eyes, eventually finding the strength to get up and grapple away
- the entire batfam goes after you. Damian especially, because he trusted you, glad Dick had someone that loved him the way he secretly did. There is no way you’re gonna get away from an angry Batfam especially when their mutual favorite brother has been broken
- I honestly don’t think Dick would let it go back to normal. His family would never approve and knowing you lied for months was too much, he knows what is good and bad for him and is surrounded by family.
- One day the two of you would team up and apologize, continuing forward as mutuals that come when the other needs you, but Dick wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and Damian would never leave his side, refusing to let Dick get hurt again
Jason Todd
- Jason was used to coming home to you bruised and cut. He never liked to see you battered and bleeding, but he understood it was part of your job as a Criminal Investigator.
- at least that’s what he thought
- you were used to seeing him beat up too. The only difference was that you knew the real reason he came home beaten and injured. 
- it was because he would spend his nights fighting you.
- you truly loved Jason, but you couldn't bear to break his heart by telling him the truth. That the woman he loved was his sworn enemy and was lying about it.
- little did you know, he was beginning to get suspicious of your injuries. They seemed a little extreme for an investigative agent, and dare he say, they seemed to match the injuries his enemy walked away with last night.
- then one night, it happened. You were being chased by Red Hood. You thought you were in the clear. And knowing jason would be home any minute, you headed back home, hopping from rooftop-to-rooftop.
- you stopped in the parking lot of your building, about to take off your mask when you heard a voice. Red Hood was leaning on your car, looking more tense than usual. “Go on. Take off the mask.”
- you were mortified. You tried to run but he caught you and you were cornered. He took off the mask and you looked down, afraid to meet his eyes.
- he wasn’t startled or shocked. You heard the seams of his gloves rip as he clenched his fist. You looked up and saw him scowling, but behind the anger, there was so much disappointment. You could see his heart breaking.
-  he stepped back and began to walk away. You tried so hard to explain and apologize but he only turned you down, unwilling to see your face.
- realizing everything was ruined, you gave one final apology. “Jason, I know you can’t forgive me. But I truly am sorry. I'm sorry for lying, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for everything. But I promise, I really do love you. And I know you might not believe me, but I mean every word.” Tears were streaming down your face, and he wouldn’t let you see it, but they were brimming in his.
- you left and didn’t come back. You kept your distance from Jason but made sure you knew was still alright. He was frequenting bars, skipping patrols. You began to worry when he was nowhere to be found, so you donned the mask once more, only without your usual uniform.
- that night, to your disbelief, you found the Red Hood fighting some petty cat burglars outside of a museum. You noticed how his punches held more force than they used to and felt a little pained, seeing his hurt in his movements. 
- while he was taking care of the robbers, you saw one of them run off to a car with a jade vase and instinctively charged in. You hopped in the car roof and swung into the passenger seat, knocked out the driver, and safely drove the car back.
- you put the vase back where it belonged and left the scene of the crime without anyone’s attention.
- Red Hood turned the burglars over to the cops. There was something about a tripped alarm and missing vase but the item was kept exactly where it was meant to be when they checked.
- he was about to trudge away when he heard something. “This masked broad, she jumped into the car! From the bloody window!” His mind wandered. It couldn’t be…
- that night, you returned to one of your old safehouses and headed to your closet to put away your mask, but the first thing you saw was your suit. You looked at the domino mask in your hand and all you could remember was Jason’s face when he found out. Right then and there, you threw it all away.
- months passed. You hadn’t heard from or seen Jason Todd. You revamped your suit and donned a new mask. You went by your old name still. You couldn’t change who you were, and you didn't want to either. 
- the only difference now was that you didn’t kill. something tilted the needle on your moral compass, and as much you wanted to deny it, Jason rubbed off on you.
- you took your burglary jobs, and got into your own type of trouble, but you could almost always handle it. Emphasis on the ‘almost’
- once or twice you bit off more than you could chew, for example the time when you needed to collect some money from a Bludhaven gang. you were outnumbered and unarmed. just when you thought it was all over for you, you heard two gunshots and violent cursing. 
- you found yourself standing before two gangsters with bloody hands and one Red Hood. “You’re welcome.”, he said with his usual snarky tone, muffled by his helmet. 
- this was the first of many times he would save you. You would drop in on his gigs sometimes as well, just to lend a helping gun.
- bad blood aside, you were always there for eachother. He meant it as a silent acceptance of your apology and that’s exactly how you took it.
- soon enough the tension faded, you both went down your own roads but found comfort in knowing that you were never alone. It was an unspoken pact that when one of you needed the other, you’d never be far. 
Tim Drake
- Tim would notice something, maybe you stuffing your suit in your trunk, you using a phrase his enemy always used, something that gave him the wrong feeling
- he’d push it away, always wanting to believe the best of you
- but eventually it wouldn’t add up
- Tim came over one night and made a beeline to the back of your closet, a drawer he never saw you open during all the years of knowing you
- you heard a small gasp when he pulled out the suit of his rival, the strangled sound of disbelief was the last noise he made before he threw your suit on the floor and stormed out, and it was the last you saw of him for months
- watching the news seeing “RED ROBIN GONE BAD?” or “IS THIS IS THE SAME HERO?” as you watched Tim become more and more reckless and cruel. Tim rarely got so physical the medics came instead of the police but watching him through your screen you saw a new person
- seeing Tim (and Red Robin) break down on television gave you the realization of the necessity behind Tim’s heroics
- almost as an homage to his heart break he began using the moves you’re villainous alter ego used on him on his new targets, showing you the hurt and the damage you’d done to your victims
- after weeks of watching the torture you knew villainy wasn’t worth it if it meant Tim was broken like this
- knowing he’d be on patrol like always you waited on the top of the building he’d brought you to the night you started dating, hoping he’d miss the memory as much as you did
- rushing up to him, begging for him to listen, even after the heart break Tim couldn’t say no to you, and he needed to know why, this was a mystery he really couldn’t piece together
- frantically explaining everything from your childhood forward, you couldn’t stop, the honestly was refreshing, and Tim listened the whole time
- after admitting everything you brought your suit out, and in front of Tim you began to rip it to shreds, hoping he’d see the meaning behind your words
- this was a lot for Tim, and he asked for a week to settle his feelings
- Red Robin was inactive for a week, 168 hours you spent praying to anything that he’d take you back
- and exactly one week later, you were holding your head in your hands sobbing, wishing you could’ve changed earlier and hoping Tim would go back to his heroism - when you heard your apartment window carefully opening
- Tim came back, suited up, holding a new suit for you that he’d had created
- Tim explained that he wanted you back, and he intended on helping you fix all your past mistakes, one life saved at a time
- you often looked back on the news from that week, the headlines showed a new chapter of your life
“RED ROBIN AND NIGHTINGALE Y CRIME FIGHTING DUO!” “RED ROBIN IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER WITH A NEW HERO AT HIS SIDE!”
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS IS A REMINDER TO GO FOLLOW @birdy-bat-riyaBECAUSE SHE IS THE REASON THIS IS SO AMAZING ILY GIRLY
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catxsnow · 4 years
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WHERE’S YOUR SUIT? J.T.
Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could write a titans Jason Todd prompt where Jay leaves the titans after they shout at him and he goes to you for comfort. And then at the end the reader suits up to go kick their butt's. Fluff and hurt/comfort please.
Warning: My lil Jay baby been all sad. Dick being a dick
A/N: Hope you enjoy! Requests are still open!
Word count: 1.6k
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After dating Jason for a while, you learned that it was pretty rare for him every to show that he was upset. He kept his emotions to himself even when you told him that you were always there for him. Jason was the kind of person who thought that it was easier to keep his feelings bottled up rather than burden someone else with them.
You learned to accept it. When Jason was upset he was quiet, when he was angry he got frustrated with the tinniest things. You learned how to figure out how he was feeling without him even needing to say anything at all. While Jason appreciated that you could manage to cheer him up without making him talk, he wished that you didn't know him that well.
Being the new ward of Batman meant hiding his feelings even more than he did before. It was hard to do that with you around.
Somehow, you managed to bring out the light hidden within him. Jason couldn't hide anything from you, it was his weakness. That was how you found out that he was Robin. He couldn't keep that secret from you - not when you were so worried every time he showed up with a new bruise.
Jason was proud to be Robin. He was incredibly pleased with himself that he could say that he worked with the great Batman. They took down criminals night after night and the thrill of it never went away. You were glad to see him so happy after knowing about his terrible childhood. Jason deserved the world.
You thought that he would get that while going with the Titans in San Francisco. The day that he showed up to your house to tell you that he was leaving nearly broke you. You loved him, and having to be away from him killed you. However, the two of you made it work. Jason was would sneak off to see you as many times as he could and would sneak you in as well.
The times away from him were hard, but the short visits made it all worth it.
So, when he came knocking at your door, you were thrilled that he was back in town. A grin was plastered on your cheeks as you ran to the door to meet him. You weren't expecting him back so soon again but the surprise was welcomed. You jumped up into his arms, legs wrapped around his torso and a firm kiss against his lips.
"Jason!" You squealed. Just one look upon his face changed your mood instantly. Jason had cuts and bruises lacing his cheeks but that wasn't what concerned you. Tears were welled up in his eyes. You brought yourself back down to the ground and placed both hands on his cheeks. "Baby's what's wrong?"
Jason said no words but brought you back into a tight, bone crushing hug. His face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck and you swore you could hear him sniffling. You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping to comfort him in anyway possible. Without another word, you grabbed Jason's hand and led him to your room.
The two of you crawled onto your bed. While you laid flat on your back, Jason laid his head on your chest and held you close. You had never seen him like this before. Whatever happened at the Titans tower must have really gotten to him this time. As much as you wanted to ask, you knew he would only speak when he was ready.
For the next hour the two of you laid there. You would delicately trace your fingers along his skin, through his hair, anything just to try to make him comfortable. The odd times that he would shuffle around, you would accommodate. Whatever he needed, you were going to give it to him until he was himself again.
"Jay," you whispered. You couldn't stand this silence any longer. Jason was obviously upset about something and you couldn't help enough if you didn't know what was really wrong. Jason peered up at you. He stretched enough so that he was able to kiss you. "Please, I want to help. What's wrong."
Jason sat up on your bed. His knees were tucked up and he looked so much younger than he really was. Eyes tinged red, messy hair, a frown on his lips. This was the version of Jason that you never thought you could see.
"I don't belong anywhere," Jason finally muttered out. You furrowed your eyebrows at his words. He had a home - several homes. Living with Bruce was everything that he could have ever imagined. And getting the chance to live with the titans? Not only with his team, but his friends? That was something you dreamed for him.
He had your home. Always.
"Bruce sent me to San Francisco to get rid of me," Jason continued. It something that he could never bring himself to admit until just recently. "Dick doesn't want me at the tower, he thinks I'm not meant to be Robin. Rose... Fuck Rose! I thought we were friends and she was just using us for Slade.
"No one believes in me, no one thinks that I can be Robin. All they ever do is yell and get mad at me," Jason's jaw clenched. You were sure that it was to force his voice to stop wobbling. You reached over to grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. "Maybe they're right, maybe I'm not meant to be there, or here in Gotham."
"Jason if there's one thing that I learned about you, it's that you never give up," You began. "Did you give up when Uncle Ray died? Did you give up when Trigon over took your mind? Did you give up when Bruce pushed you to your limits so that you would be the best Robin? No, Jason you're meant to be Robin, you're meant to be on this team."
"No one else seems to think so," Jason muttered. You sighed, and then brought Jason's hand up to kiss the back of it.
"Bruce didn't send you to the Titans to get rid of you. He sent you there to learn what he could never teach - teamwork," you explained to him. "There's always going to be ups and downs to working with anyone - I mean fuck, how many arguments have we had? No team is ever perfect, no matter how much it seems."
Jason thought through your words. Somehow, you always seemed to be right about everything. Bruce did send him to learn more through a team, it just didn't feel that way for the longest time. Being away from you had taken a toll on him - more than he ever thought it could.
"I just wish that they would respect me more," Jason sighed. Ever since showing up, it was like he constantly had to prove his worth -especially to Dick. He just wanted everyone to be able to see that he was meant to be there just as much as everyone else.
"They do, Jay," you assured him. You pushed the loose hairs off his forehead and placed your palm against his cheek. The pad of your thumb grazed back and forth against his skin. Jason leaned into your touch. "Dick is still mad at Bruce for everything, he has nothing against you. Don't blame yourself for his hate. The others are just kids, they look up to you even if you don't realize it."
"I love you, (Y/N)," Jason finally hinted at a smile. He brought you in for a kiss, pulling you close once more. His home might not have been in the tower, or in the Wayne Manor, but he knew that he always had a home with you - no matter where that was.
"I love you, too, Jason," You pecked his lips once more. A devious look formed on your face and Jason instantly became suspicious of what you were thinking. You jumped off the bed and waited expectantly for him to follow. "Come on, where's your suit?"
"What the hell do you need my suit for?" Jason raised his eyebrows, you were glad to see a smile hint at the corner of his lips. Being back with you was just the comfort that he needed.
"I'm gonna go kick their asses for being assholes to you," you stated as if it was a fact. Your one hand was on your hip and the other extended out towards him as if you were waiting for him to just place the Robin suit in your hand.  
This time, Jason laughed. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He looked at you once more to see if you were serious or not and the fact that you hadn't moved confirmed it. This threw him into another fit of laughter. You couldn't keep the straight face any longer and joined him.
"Jay, come on!" you requested between giggles. Jason shook his head at your antics. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back onto your bed. You laid there facing each other, still giggling at your ridiculous idea - you weren't trained there was no way you even stood a chance against them. "Come on, I think I could take down Dick."
"Yes, babe, yes you could," Jason kissed your forehead. Though you would have fought them for him, you were just glad to see that he was able to smile again. "Let's start training, right here in your bed."
“I think that’s a great idea.”
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elareine · 3 years
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What you're doing is so NICE! (I thought I'd give you three prompts so that if your not vibeing with one you have some other options you hopefully like better) 1. Mafia Boss(es) AU, OT3 or OT4 of (Tim, Damian, Dick, and Jason), mix and match as you please if you decide to do OT3 instead of OT4 OR 2. Prison AU, Slade/Dick OR 3. "This has to be the last time." Pairing: Clark/Bruce OR Damian/Dick No underage please Thanks so much! 💛💛💛
So… I decided to go with prompt number two for now, but there might be more to come ;) Thank you, this was very thoughtful of you 💙
This is my first SladeDick, hope I did them justice!
The guard pretended not to recognize him. “Name?”
“Richard Grayson.”
“Who are you here to see?”
“Slade Wilson.”
“ID, please.”
Dick handed it over without comment. You’d think they could save themselves the fiftieth scan, but nope. Every Sunday, it was the same ritual. Honestly, with the number of prison breaks here, he couldn’t even blame them.
“What is your relation to the inmate?”
“He’s my husband.”
The guard nodded. Dick noted that he wasn’t even bothering to fill out all the fields in the form anymore. “You have twenty minutes.”
“Twenty?”
“Reduced visiting hours because of staff shortage.”
Dick sighed. Complaining wouldn’t help. Inmates weren’t human beings to these people.
Slade was already sitting down when Dick entered; he usually was. Even that ridiculous orange suit and the glass between them didn’t take away from his presence.
It was ironic. This thing between them had started as something purely physical—an intimacy need Dick needed scratch, something to amuse Slade—and now they couldn’t even touch each other. Even growing up poor, Dick had never known hunger like this before.
A chuckle. “You’re staring.”
“What else am I supposed to look at?” Dick asked reasonably, taking his seat. “The lovely décor?”  
Slade lifted an eyebrow, amused. “Ready to divorce me yet?”
“As if I would give them that satisfaction.”
We both had something to prove, and then it stuck was hardly the kind of explanation that satisfied people, after all. Bruce hadn’t spoken to Dick for a whole two days when he’d heard that.
Totally worth it.
“Wow, kid, don’t go all romantic on me.”
Dick smiled. “That line would work better if you hadn’t called me ‘kid.’”
“Hmm.” There were a number of jokes to make here and they both knew it. Slade visibly refrained.
They were quiet, taking each other in.
The silence never bothered Dick. They talked plenty. Slade had a phone, which offered them much more privacy than this room with the guards and other inmates. However he had managed that. They spoke every night, just as they had before this happened. For a maximum-security prison that prided itself on its punishments, the notorious Deathstroke was sure getting a lot of privileges.
(On some level, Dick fully expected Slade to stand in his living room one night, ready to go on the run. What Dick would answer… Dick would find out when it happened.)
So today wasn’t for words. It was for taking each other in; a visual, visceral reminder, even if it wasn’t as close as they wanted to be.
“Time’s up.”
“It’s not,” Dick told the ward without ever looking away from his husband. “It has been seventeen minutes and twenty-one seconds. I will get up at twenty, and not a second earlier.”
He made them wait the entire amount of time, too. There was an indulgent curve to Slade’s mouth at this show of pettiness.
At exactly twenty minutes since he’d entered the room, Dick got up. “Alright. I’ll see you next week.” And talk to you later.
Like every Sunday, Slade spoke up. “Dick.”
As always, Dick stopped by the door and listened.
“I don’t regret it.”
I would kill for you, Slade had told him many times before. Dick had known better. Slade was really saying: I would kill for many reasons, one of them being you. A mercenary was a mercenary, after all.
He’d had time to think since then. (Too much.) About how he’d woken up in the hospital room to his concerned family, summoned by an anonymous phone call. About the nightmares, and the confusion when his bed stayed empty at night until he finally got the call that explained everything.
About how Slade had decided that rescuing Dick, revenging him, was more important than not being caught.
So when Dick, for the first time, turned around and smiled at Slade, he wasn’t thinking of murder. “I don’t, either.”
(I’m taking prompts until the end of the year.)
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