#THIS LINE JUST MAKES ME CRY FOR THE LONELY AND SAD BOY DAMIAN IS AND HOW ALL HE WANTS IS TO HAVE ALL HIS HARD WORK TO BE APPRECIATED

[slytherin-syon]

i made the mistake of listening to the pjo musical while also being on a spy x family kick and came to the horrifying realization that Damian is so Annabeth-coded, particularly combining their ambitions with the trauma of being seen as invisible and their determination to prove themselves....

so, here is a damian-centric amv to the song "My Grand Plan"

[emixion]

Second Chance - Day 12 - Maribat March 2021

thank you @kunstner1for the idea! @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link “Wait, Robin!” Ladybug’s voice reached his ears as he approached the boom tube. “Is this really goodbye?” she asked, her voice dropping.

Robin turned to look at her. Ladybug. The strong and ferocious pint sized hero that he’d gotten to know greatly over the past few months. The girl who put her trust in him and gave her all to their mission of finding Hawkmoth. The girl who kept her composure until the very end, made the mission the priority above everything else.

The girl he’d secretly fallen for.

Her brown eyes were wide and sad, lip trembling slightly. Robin wanted to wipe that sad look off of her face and replace it with her dazzling smile. If anyone on this Earth deserved happiness, it was her.

“I’m sorry, Ladybug.” Robin sighed. “Batman has decided that our service is no longer needed here. We have an emergency line just in case but…I have to go.” He watched her expression fall further and cursed himself for it.

“You can’t…you can’t come visit as Robin..?” Ladybug’s voice was vulnerable and pleading. Robin shook his head grimly.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized again. “I have a responsibility to Gotham.”

Ladybug looked down at the floor, her eyes growing glassy. “So, it’s safe to assume that you won’t tell me who you are, right?” She asked with only a light amount of hope to her voice. She was bargaining and they both knew it. The apologetic look on his face gave her the answer.

“I see.” She said, voice cracking. She took a deep breath, willing herself to keep it together for just the next few minutes. She stepped forward and carefully enveloped Robin in a hug.

“Thank you, Robin.” She whispered, sending chills down the boy’s spine and further wearing at his resolve. “For everything.”

He hugged her back. “Anything for you, Ladybug.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft.

A moment passed of the two teens simply holding onto each other, savoring the other’s warmth before they had to let go and brace the cold alone again.

A call of Batman’s voice broke the duo’s embrace and they looked at each other with sad smiles.

“Goodbye, Ladybug.” Robin said. He tenderly brought her gloved hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Please take care.”

Ladybug sniffled. “Bye, Robin.” she choked, holding his gaze as he kissed her hand. He turned away, joining his teammates at the boom tube. He spared one last glance before he stepped in and she nodded to him, signaling that it was okay for him to go. She would be okay.

It wasn’t until he was out of sight did she let herself break down and cry.

_

It was a usual Wednesday at Gotham Academy and Damian was bored out of his mind. He slumped over his desk and idly played with his pencil, half zoned out as Jon chattered about some new manga he was reading.

Readjusting to Gotham life had been…strange. It wasn’t hard to adjust to being back home or back at school, he’d done that plenty of times. It was strange being without Ladybug.

Damian winced as the name crossed his mind, the ache in his chest returning.

It had been four months since he’d left Paris, yet his memory of his last encounter with Ladybug was still fresh in his mind. He wished more than anything that things could be different, but as he told his father once, this never ending mission was a lonely endeavor.

Jon’s chit chat was cut off as Damian was called to the office over the intercom.

The class playfully ‘ooohed’ as he stood up to go, which the teacher promptly reprimanded. Damian ignored them all.

In the front office, a girl with midnight pigtails was having a friendly chat with the receptionist. Once she saw Damian approach, she stopped her conversation.

“Oh, Damian, there you are.” The receptionist said as he reached the front desk. “I’d like you to meet our new transfer student, Marinette.”

Said girl turned around to face him. She had big brown eyes and a spattering of freckles on her nose. Her pink lips stretched into a smile and she stuck out a hand.

“Hi, I’m Marinette.” She greeted. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Damian shook her hand. “Nice to meet you as well, I’m Damian.” His heart thumped as they locked eyes. There was something so familiar about her..

“Since your family is so well known in Gotham, we thought you should be her guide for her first week. Think you can do that?” The receptionist asked, looking between the two.

Marinette’s hand was warm in his. It didn’t make any sense but he was drawn to her in a way. Her touch felt soothing and aching at the same time, her hand fitting perfectly in his grip and it felt right.

Normally Damian would roll his eyes at such a task. He didn’t particularly like going out of his way to show people around. He’d just give a signature “Tt” and beckon them forward begrudgingly.

But Marinette’s smile filled him with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. It was bright and friendly and Damian could swear he’d felt the presence of its light before.

Hands still joined, Damian matched her smile and nodded.

“Of course.”

And with that he led her into the hall, Marinette winding their fingers.

“Thank you for your help, Damian.” She said as they left the front office. She squeezed his hand in gratitude. Damian stopped to face her and pulled her hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Anything for you.”

[cdelphiki]

Sometimes, Tim hated his life.

Actually, a lot of the time.

If he were honest with himself, he’d admit he’d spent most of his 15 years hating his life.

He didn’t like to be honest with himself, though.

Growing up, he always felt so cold. So alone. His house was dark. Big. Quiet.

Sure, he had nannies for the first several years. A rotating assortment of girls in their early 20s, each one taking what seemed like a well-paying, easy job. Some of them were really nice, others Tim didn’t much care for.

But no matter how great they were, they always left, and Tim was left alone.

Eventually, though, he was too old for nannies, and he started spending his time alone. So many hours spent walking the halls of his house, listening to his footsteps echo.

Music helped. Playing music helped liven up the place, but no matter how loud he played it, it never filled in the void.

Tim spent many nights wishing he were someone else. Somewhere else. That people cared about him.

Then he met Batman. And that all changed.

Suddenly he had a drive in life. A mission. And while it wasn’t immediate, he eventually won over Bruce and Alfred and Dick, and then he had a family.

A family. A purpose in life. A reason to smile.

He was happy. Really, truly happy.

Sure, sometimes he felt down. Like when his parents popped in for a few days and didn’t even notice his black eye. Shouldn't parents care about that? Or when his mom sent another email to say they wouldn’t make it back in time for Christmas. Or when they forget his birthday. But overall, his life was great.

Being Robin was amazing.

With being Robin came his work with the Teen Titans, too. His friends. His second family.

Life was great.

But then his parents died. One after the other. That dragged him down again, but not nearly as bad as he thought it would. More than anything was the guilt that it wasn’t dragging him down. They were his parents. Shouldn’t he be sadder? Bruce never got over his parents’ death, while Tim moved on fairly easily.

Maybe that was because Bruce Wayne adopted him.

Tim was convinced that nothing would ever drag him down ever again after that. The man he’d been looking up to for years. His neighbor. His mentor. His boss. Wanted to be his dad. Loved him enough to want to be his dad. To want to take care of him. To lay claim to Tim forever as his.

Just the mere idea that anyone wanted him like that was enough to make Tim want to cry from relief.

Nothing would ever drag him down again, he was sure.

Then Damian fucking Wayne appeared. The devil incarnate himself.

Tim cursed the name of Damian Wayne as he sat on the bathroom floor, clutching the sides of the toilet while the entire contents of his stomach made their way back out.

Damian fucking Wayne.

If it weren’t for that stupid brat, Tim would still be happy. Everyone would still love Tim. But no. Damian had to come around and steal Bruce away from him.

“This doesn’t change anything,” Bruce had said.

Yeah fucking right. Didn’t change anything his ass. It changed everything.

Because “oh Tim, Damian needs our love and patience. Be nice to him. You’re older. Be patient.”

Bruce ‘dying’ just made everything so much worse. Of course, he wasn’t actually dead, not that anyone would listen to Tim.

His disappearance made everything so much worse. At least when Bruce was still there, Tim was Robin. Damian might have been able to steal Tim’s dad, but he couldn’t steal Robin away from him, because Tim was Robin. Tim had earned his role.

Then Bruce ‘died,’ and Dick became Batman. And Batman fired Tim and replaced him with Damian Fucking Wayne. Tim was definitely hacking into the Social Security Administration to officially change Damian’s middle name to ‘Fucking.’

So Damian stole Bruce. He stole Dick. And now he had stolen Robin.

That was all Tim had. All that made him happy in life.

Without any of that, he was just that sad little boy all alone in his parents’ house.

It was dark. It was cold. It was lonely.

Maybe Tim could forgive the brat. After all, he was only ten. He had been raised by the League of Assassins. Tim could be the bigger man and give the child a chance.

Except.

That stupid fucking little piece of shit kept trying to kill him.

On top of that, every. single. day. he put Tim down. Took every little insecurity the teenager had floating in his head and vocalized them, threw them back in his face, and made sure Tim was aware of how absolutely useless he was.

Tim wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and cry. Scream, cry, and murder Damian Fucking Wayne.

And it didn’t help that Damian had poisoned him. Poisoned. Like they were in a damn soap opera. A medieval drama. A poorly written story.

Damian Fucking Wayne had poisoned Tim’s food, and now Tim was in the bathroom, tossing up the entire contents of his stomach.

Tim hated Damian.

“Drake,” Damian hissed from outside the door, irritating Tim further, “what is your problem? The noises you are emitting are disgusting.”

“Fuck off, you bastard,” Tim shouted between wretches, “as if you don’t already know.”

“Watch your tongue,” the brat snapped, kicking at the door, “It is obvious you are vomiting, I want to know why you are doing so in my bathroom.”

Tim sat back against the tub, pushing back the sweaty locks of hair that had plastered themselves to his forehead, and glowered at the closed door. “You fucking poisoned me, you piece of shit.”

With an exaggerated huff, Damian kicked open the door and glared daggers at Tim, the venom in his voice almost palpable. “I did no such thing.”

“Get out,” Tim shouted as he slipped off one of his sneakers to throw at Damian, “can’t you leave me alone for one damn day? After trying to kill me you can at least let me suffer in peace.”

Damian caught the shoe and threw it at the tub behind Tim. “If I wanted you dead,” Damian said coldly, “you’d be dead. Believe me there, Drake.”

“Right, because the multiple attempts you’ve made on my life were just playing with me. Fuck. off.”

“What is going on in here?” Dick shouted, probably lured in by Tim calling Damian names. Stupid Dick Grayson really lived up to his name of ‘Dick’ because he always, always chose Damian’s side.

Damian cut Tim’s line? Oh Tim, shouldn’t you just hide your stuff from him better? Damian poisoned Tim? Oh Tim, don’t call him names. He’s just a child!

Stupid Dick Grayson.

“Drake is sick,” Damian said flatly, crossing his arms. Indifferent to the situation.

“Sick?” Tim screamed, “I’m not sick! You poisoned my food, you fucking demon. Poisoned.”

“I did no such thing!” Damian shouted back, “Stop accusing me of something I did not do or I will poison your food.”

“Damian, don’t poison his food,” Dick said tiredly, “Tim, why do you think he poisoned your food?”

“Because he did,” Tim said, fighting back the urge to just scream unintelligibly until his throat hurt too bad to keep going. To break everything in the stupid apartment. To throw Damian out the damn window. Instead of releasing his rage, however, Tim sat back up and released more of his stomach.

Or, his stomach tried, but all that was coming out anymore was acid.

“Dammit, okay,” Dick said, running out of the room.

“Tt. That’s disgusting.”

“Get,” Tim wheezed, struggling to speak through his sickness, “out.”

“No.”

“Would you two stop?” Dick exasperated, “Damian, leave him alone. Tim, here’s some water to rinse with. I’ve got a second glass to drink out of. We can get you something with electrolytes when you think you’re ready to keep stuff down.”

“I’m not sick,” Tim hissed, taking the glass angrily to rinse his mouth out with, “Damian fucking poisoned me.”

“I did not!” the child shouted, “I did not!”

Dick sighed loudly and waved a hand at Damian. “Okay, just stop yelling.”

With his signature scowl, Damian sneered, “But it wouldn’t be hard. You never check your food. You let your guard down too much.”

“It’s my house!” Tim screamed, throwing the now empty glass at Damian, “I live here. I shouldn’t have to be on guard here.”

“Tt.” Damian evaded the cup easily, the object somehow not shattering as it thudded against the drywall and fell onto the bathroom rug. “You should always be on guard, because it’s when you drop it that your enemies strike.”

“Damian…”

“It’s my house! It’s my fucking house, Damian,” Tim’s voice cracked as he screamed, and he couldn’t keep his face from crumpling as he continued, unable to stop the word vomit spilling out of his mouth, “I should feel safe here. I should be happy here. I was happy here, I was safe, and then you showed up. You stole everything from me. Everything. Even my safety.”

Damian froze in place, a strange expression flickering across his face too fast for Tim to really catch it. He didn’t care, anyway. He just wanted Damian Fucking Wayne to go back to hell.

“Get out,” Tim snarled, tossing his other shoe at Damian “Get out, get out get out get out.” By the end of his demand, all Tim could do was collapse onto the side of the tub and bury his head into his arms. “Go the fuck away,” he cried, so done with the fucking world.

Damian let the shoe hit him this time and just stood there, motionless. Tim didn’t care. If Damian used this as his chance to finally kill Tim, he didn’t care.

He was so done with this.

“Tim,” Dick said so softly from his side, a gentle hand resting on his back, “Tim, what’s going on?”

And for some reason, it wasn’t comforting. What Tim knew was meant to be reassuring, to be kind and nice and comforting, wasn’t. Instead, Dick’s hand felt like ice. It felt like a knife being driven into his back.

Because Dick had chosen Damian over him.

Dick had invited the demon into their lives and allowed him to get away with literal attempted murder.

Repeatedly.

And Tim was so fucking done.

Dick had made his choice, and it wasn’t Tim.

So Tim didn’t need Dick. He didn’t want Dick. All he wanted was to be left alone.

“Go away.”

“Tim-”

“I said get out,” Tim shouted, pushing Dick away this time, “leave me alone.”

And, to Tim’s utter despair, Dick did just that.

He left.

He left and Tim was alone again, just like he’d always been. Like he’d always be.

Now there was more than just pain from being sick in his stomach. There was a deep, cold, emptiness Tim knew he’d never fill.

Because he had no one. And that would never change.

Cross posted on Ao3: htt ps://archiveofourown. org/works/16205219/chapters/37874840

[There’s a bonus chapter there with comfort, if you need that.  ;)]

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

The Moons And Their Suns - fic

Characters: The Batfams and The Superfams Summary: Some call it meddling, others call it helping. Regardless, every Bat has a Super, whether they want one or not.  A/N: More trash. I just love the relationships of all the bats and supers and how the supers love them so much, waaaah.

~~

Clark found him in the cave. Cowl off, but the rest of that terrible uniform on.

He wasn’t answering League pages. When called by others, Alfred answered, and claimed Bruce was dealing with a personal situation.

But Clark wasn’t one of the others.

So he didn’t call. Didn’t ask to come see him. Just waltzed into the cave like he was the Batman himself. And when he silently moved over to Bruce’s side, he wasn’t chastised, or snapped at. Bruce didn’t even raise his head from where it was hidden in his hands.

“…I have a son.” Bruce whispered after a moment. Clark raised his eyebrows in question, and a little bit of surprise. “A blood son. With Talia al Ghul.”

“…Oh.”

“His name is Damian. He’s nearly ten.” Bruce continued. Lifted his head, stared blankly ahead. “…Talia’s trained him since near birth in the way of the assassins. He’s ten, he’s a brat, and he’s killed. Multiple times.”

Clark waited.

“He’s ten, and she’s hurt him.” Bruce murmured, and his voice was pained. Strained beyond almost anything Clark had ever heard. “She’s forced him to do things no child should.”

Clark waited still.

“He’s ten, and I never even knew he existed.” Bruce sounded so sad. So sorrowful. It hurt Clark’s own heart, as Bruce ran his hand over his face one more time. “Clark…what do I do?”

“…Where is this child?” Clark asked.

“…I don’t know. Dead maybe. Probably not.” Bruce hummed. “Talia gave him an ultimatum. Me or her. He didn’t answer how she wanted, so she blew up the submarine we were on. I made it out. I never found either of them.”

“Then, step one: you find them.” Clark said, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “You find them, and you get that boy to safety.”

Bruce didn’t answer. Just remained hunched in on himself.

“Bruce, you can’t blame yourself for this.” Clark tried. “This isn’t your fault.”

“I sired a child and left him in the hands of a demon.” Bruce countered bitterly. “How is it not?”

“Because you didn’t know. And you had no reason to look, or question.” Clark urged, squeezing Bruce’s shoulder. “Because if you had known, I know you would have fought tooth and nail for this boy. Just like you do for the others.”

Bruce took a deep, shuddering breath. Leaned back in his chair and looked up at Clark. He looked old and tired. Repeated: “What do I do, Clark?”

“You go find him. Bring him to Gotham. Bring him home.” Clark smiled. “And here – I’ll help you.”

“Clark, no.” Bruce tried, even as Clark moved towards the computer. “You don’t have to-”

“Want to.” Clark returned cheerfully. Smirked when Bruce stepped up beside him. “It’s what friends are for, Bruce.”

Bruce just stared at him. And if Clark didn’t know any better, he’d say the Batman looked grateful.

“Besides,” Clark teased. “You totally already made me his godfather, right?”

Bruce frowned and rolled his eyes, turning towards the computer himself as Clark laughed.

~~

Dick chugged the whiskey as he heard the other approach. Slammed the glass down onto the bar as they sat next to him.

He sneered as he glanced over. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.” Kara hummed. “Got a call from Barbara. And Steph.” A pause, and a small smile. “And little Tim.”

“Oh, for crying out loud.”

“Hey, it was either me or Tim.” Kara tried. “In fact, he’s waiting outside right now, with that mystery friend of yours, the Red Hood or whatever? The Red Hood is cranky and Tim is being protective of you. If we don’t hurry, there’s probably a good chance they’d kill each other in a public spectacle.” Then sarcastically: “And I’m sure that’s exactly the kind of news story Lois or Clark would want to cover.”

Dick took another swig. “And when the word got back to Bruce, I’m sure I’d still somehow be blamed.”

Kara waited, politely waved the bartender away when she stopped in front of them. “Dick, what’s wrong?”

“What isn’t wrong?” He snapped, though the regret on his face immediately after was clear. “Bruce is never around, Jason’s back and crazy. Tim is getting distant and I just…I can’t help anyone.”

“Who said it was your job to?” Kara asked incredulously.

“They’re my family. Even Jason.” Dick sighed. “I’m the oldest. It is my job to.”

“I’m technically the oldest El on planet Earth, and that’s not how it is for Clark and I.” Kara countered.

“Not for lack of trying, though.” Dick murmured. “Your pod got knocked off course. Clark grew up in the meantime. It’s different.”

“Not that different.” Kara hummed.

“I just.” Dick huffed, held his face in his hands. “Everything is changing, and…I don’t know what to do.”

“Who said you had to do anything? Despite evidence, the members of your family can actually take care of themselves. I promise. Bruce, Tim…even Jason. If they needed you, they’d come to you. And even if they didn’t, you’d know when you had to intervene. You’re upset right now because you can’t help anyone…but that’s because you don’t need to. You’re feeling lost because you’re so used to busying yourself helping others, that now that you’re not explicitly needed, you don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to help yourself.” Kara leaned towards him, put a hand on his shoulder. “…Dick, change is inevitable. You taught me that yourself.”

“Yeah, well. This change sucks.”

“So Bruce is busy now. And Jason is alive and…not the person you remember. And Tim is growing up. That’s not your fault. Nor is it your problem.” Kara reminded.

“…I guess.” Dick mumbled. “But it’s not just that.”

“No? Then what else?”

“The Titans…My friends…” He looked down into his glass. “I never see them. Sometimes I almost convince myself they don’t even exist anymore. Like we were never friends in the first place.”

Kara listened for a moment, then leaned her head back. “Oh. I get it now.”

Dick took a swig, glanced over at her. “Get what?”

“It’s not just stress at the idea that those you love are suffering and you can’t help.” Kara explained. “You’re lonely.”

Dick blinked, then stared back down into his drink. Pursed his lips, but didn’t respond.

“…Going out on your own and becoming Nightwing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh?” Kara smiled softly. She looked at Dick until the bartender passed by again. She held her hand up, and quietly placed an order. Jack and Coke, and she’d be paying for Dick’s next round.

Dick watched her, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

The beverage was placed in front of her. She thanked the tender, and took a long gulp.

“The easiest way to fix feeling lonely is to not be alone.” Kara hummed, eye twitching at the bitterness of the alcohol. She frowned a little then. “And…Dick, I know you and I aren’t the closest, but…mind if I stick around?”

Dick snorted. “Surely the Girl of Steel has a better place to be.”

“Absolutely not. Besides, I’d rather make sure you get home safe at the end of this night anyway.” Kara smiled. “So. Drink as much as you want, Mr. Grayson. Consider me your DD. Wingman. Wing-girl? Designated Wing-girl? Since I didn’t bring a car, and will be flying you home…”

Dick felt himself smirk. “And what about Tim and the Red Hood? Didn’t you say they were outside?”

“Oh, Conner forcibly picked them up twenty minutes ago.” Kara winked. “I was just hoping to use them as an excuse to get you moving. But now that we’re staying…”

Dick couldn’t help his bark of laughter. Let it fade into a sigh. He looked over at Kara – she just kept smiling sympathetically at him – and carefully put his hand over hers.

“Thank you, Kara.”

Kara blushed, just a little, then held up her glass, as if in mock-toast.

“It’s what I’m here for.”

~~

The landing wasn’t subtle. The ground shook, and Jason knew if he turned around, there’d probably be a crater in the yard.

Well, it was Bruce’s yard so he hoped there was. Served the old man right.

“Red…?” Was hummed awkwardly. Jason sighed.

“Go back to Artemis, Bizarro.” Jason drawled. “I’m fine.”

But, of course, Bizarro didn’t listen. Instead came up to Jason’s side, staring first at the ground where Jason was looking, then up to Jason himself.

“No you not.”

“It’s not a big deal.” Jason tried instead. “It’s okay, nothing for you to worry about.”

He could feel Bizarro still staring.

“Lying.” Bizarro decided. “Red Him, why lying?”

“Because it’s none of your business.” Jason snapped, though he didn’t mean to. “Now go away.”

“It is.” Bizarro pushed. “Is my business. You my business.”

Jason didn’t respond. Just kept staring at the ground. At the gravestone rotting there.

At his gravestone, rotting there.

“Red Him my business.” Bizarro hummed. “Me love Red Him.”

Jason sniffed, tried to look away. But suddenly, arms were wrapping around his, trapping him against a chest. A tight embrace that lifted him off the ground, full of a lot  of emotions that Jason forgot he’d been deprived of until right now.

“Is okay.” Bizarro murmured, rocking Jason back and forth as he leaned his face between Jason’s shoulder blades. “Red Him okay.”

Jason sniffed again, and this time felt a tear run down his face.

“No cry, Red.” Bizarro soothed. “No cry. Me and Red go home, ‘kay?”

Jason didn’t have a choice. Bizarro never put him down, just jumped into the sky, creating another crater, flying in zagged lines back to their base.

“We go home.”

~~

Tim sensed him before he saw him. Kept his arm across his eyes, even as his immediate thought was:

“Go away, Conner.”

There was a snort from the windowsill. “Why?”

“I’d rather you not see me like this.”

“Dude, I’ve seen you in worse states.” The pleasant voice changed though, to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Tim listened as Conner stepped through the window, silently picked up some of the mess that was littered across the floor. He frankly couldn’t remember the last time he’d tried to clean his apartment. The last time he was motivated to, or even home to actually do it. “…What isn’t?”

“Tim.” Conner sighed, sounding like a parent. “I got used to your angst-induced sass years ago. And you know I’m not leaving until you actually tell me, so. You might as well just get it over with.”

Tim waited another minute, listened as Conner disappeared further into the home and came back with a trash bag. “…Damian’s a good freaking person and everything’s ruined.”

“Oh?”

“And I’d laugh, if everything wasn’t in shambles because of it.” Slowly, Tim dropped his arm away from his eyes. Spread his arms like a bird. “…He was the glue that held our family together, did you know that?”

The crinkle of a bag, the sound of a bottle being dropped into it. “No. I thought you said that was Dick, honestly. Or Bruce himself.”

“I thought they were too. Objectively, they should be.” Tim grumbled. “But no, see? Apparently, it’s that brat. And it pisses me off.”

“Knowing you, you have evidence of this new status for your brother.” Conner said slowly. Tim heard something being put on a shelf. Kept his eyes on the ceiling. “Mind sharing it? Because frankly, I still don’t see it.”

“It’s not new, I’ve just only recently realized it.”  Tim snapped. Conner didn’t react. “…When he was dead, the whole family was absolutely lost. Bruce and Dick especially. But so was Jason. So was Cass. …So was I.”

“Wow.”

“And at first I just chocked it up to the fact that I’ve lost so much already. That he was just another in a long line of people who associated with me and ended up dead.” Tim rambled. “But then he came back, and everything was better. Not perfect, but…better. Coming home didn’t hurt as much.”

“Mhm.”

“And then.” Tim hissed. “Then that garbage with the Court of Owls, and with Dick. He’s barely older than an infant-”

“That’s not true.”

“-And there he goes, willingly sacrificing himself to one of the most dangerous organizations in the entire world. Just because he loves Dick, and would rather himself be tortured than someone in this stupid family.”

“…Someone in this stupid family.” Conner repeated slowly. “Doesn’t that include you?”

“That’s exactly my point.” Tim whined. “Because yeah, at first, I thought – it was just for Dick. But the more I thought about it, and the more I went over the evidence, I realized he’d done it for me and Jason too. Like how stupid is that.”

“…Tim…”

“And I cared, okay?!” Tim almost shouted, finally sitting up and looking at his friend. Half his room was spotless now, reorganized into a sense of order. “When I realized what he’d done for Dick – what he’d done for all of us – it sucked. It downright hurt. I couldn’t sleep for a week because of it.”

“You’re mad you love your brother.” Conner surmised, a small smile on his lips. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“How dare him!” Tim yelled, flopping dramatically back down. “How dare that little shit make me love him, and care about him, and worry about him when he runs stupidily headfirst into danger!”

“Well, I mean. I think it’s only fair.” Conner offered. “Since it kind of sounds like he cared about you first, and for a long while.”

“That just makes it worse.”

Conner snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Shut up.” Tim sighed, closing his eyes. “…Thanks for listening.”

There was another swish of the bag, and then the mattress dipped as Conner sat next to him. “It’s what I’m here for. Want me to mention to Jon so he can subtly tell Damian?”

Tim snorted, smirking as he turned his head towards Conner. “Absolutely not.”

Conner returned the smirk. “Wimp.”

“Jerk.” Tim countered playfully. “Pizza?”

Conner groaned, practically floating off the bed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Tim sniggered as he rolled off the bed. “And you had the gall to call me dramatic.”

“Hey.” Conner shrugged, coming up behind him and throwing his arm around Tim’s shoulders. Gave him a wink. “I learn from the best.”

And Tim didn’t answer beyond a light chuckle, but Conner felt his shoulders sag in relief, in a semblance of relaxation, and chalked that up to a victory.

~~

Bruce was in a panic. Dick too. Even Tim was worried, and that was almost a shock. But only almost.

No one could find Damian.

Well, almost no one.

Jon just walked through the cave, Titus and Alfred the cat at his sides. Past the high-tech hub, beyond the winding road and vehicle tracks. To a darker, and entirely unused part of the cave.

And he hadn’t known what to make of it at the time, when after a mission, Damian pulled himself and Maya aside and gave them very specific coordinates of the cave. Just said to remember them, that they might be important one day, if they wanted them to be.

He hadn’t realized then. Maybe Maya did, but he didn’t. Didn’t realize that Damian was giving him the location of his secret hideaway. A place where he felt safe, a place he went when it was all too much.

A place he could be found, when he needed to be. A place only his most trusted partners were allowed to know about.

And not even Dick Grayson knew.

But he did. Jon Kent did.

So he kept Damian’s confidence. Gave him a few hours to calm down or keep to himself or be alone – whatever he needed. Then grabbed a flashlight and his friend’s pets, and entered the cave, following the near nonexistent trail left by their wayward Robin.

He found him by his heartbeat. By Titus starting to whine and Alfred meowing gently, almost calling for their boy. Raised the flashlight and saw a splash of gold from his cape spilling over an otherwise dark ledge.

“Damian?”

“I shouldn’t be here.” Damian returned. His voice was rough and dry. “I need to go home.”

“You are home.” Jon offered.

“Back to my mother.” Damian reworded. “I don’t belong here.”

Titus whined sadly, as Jon moved forward, carefully began floating towards Damian’s perch. “Says who?”

“Says me. I…I can’t do anything right. The Titans don’t accept me. Half of my family hates me. The League and everyone thinks I’m a joke.” Damian listed off. When Jon could finally see him properly, he saw he was curled in on himself. Knees to chest, head bowed, ungloved nails chipped and bloody from his climb, digging into his shins. “But I guess they’re all right to think that. I was too stubborn to see it before, but now…”

Jon landed in front of him. Slowly lowered to his knees. “Now?”

“Now I see it too. See what everyone else has all along.” And Damian almost sounded guilty. “I’m too damaged.”

Jon jerked back at the declaration, felt his own heart break, just a little bit.

“I’m ruled by my own weaknesses. My emotions cloud my judgments. My past distracts me from the present. I push people away with my attitude, even when I try not to.” Damian continued, his voice becoming tighter. Jon now noticed the tear trails on his face, and realized he was about to cry again. Damian must have realized it too, as he suddenly shifted, hid his face in his hands. “Grayson never let this happen. Todd does, but he can adapt enough to still be useful. Drake has the skills to hide it, and a support system to assist. The Batgirls have each other. And now I’ve been replaced by Duke Thomas, and rightfully so.”

“Damian…”

“I’m a burden. To this family, to this city, to everyone.” Damian hunched, a watery inhale wracking his frame. “So I should just save everyone the misery and leave.”

And Jon couldn’t hear anymore. Felt tears welling up in his own eyes that his friend could ever think such a thing about himself. So did the only thing he could think of – cut Damian’s next thought off by lurching forward and wrapping Damian in a hug.

“Wha…” Damian breathed, then began to squirm, pushing at Jon’s chest. “Get off!”

“No.” Jon said forcefully, holding on tighter. “Because you are not damaged. You are not a burden. You are loved and I need you to know that.”

“Yeah?” Damian snorted bitterly. “By whom?”

“Me. Your dad. Dick. Your siblings. Your pets. Goliath. Maya.” Jon listed off. “Everyone, practically.”

“Everyone.” Damian deadpanned, still fighting, but less so now. Didn’t struggle when Jon leaned back onto his ankles, and dragged Damian with him. “If that’s true, then where is everyone? No one came after me. I’m sure no one even notices I’m gone.”

“I did.” Jon countered softly. Then chuckled, just a little. “And are you kidding me? Your dad is freaking out. Dick is making Tim hack the League computers to use their radars and tech. Jason took Cassandra and Stephanie to Arkham and the prisons to interrogate those they think might hurt you.”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“…You came to the one place you knew they couldn’t find you, to prove that lie to yourself.” Jon whispered, glancing over his shoulder when he heard Titus whine again, and scratch at the rock. “But it’s not true, okay? You are wanted. You are loved.”

Damian didn’t respond still, but Jon felt him relax a little, lean his face against Jon’s chest.

“So, do you mind if I sit with you?” Jon asked. “Until you’re feeling better?”

“…If you want.” Damian murmured tiredly.

“Well, I do.” Jon returned cheerfully. Gently, though, he shifted Damian in his grip, and reached for Robin’s turned off communicator. Flipped it on and held it to his own ear. Listed for a second, as the family rambled on the line, giving locations and updates and disappointed reports of not finding anything. He cleared his throat, and hummed, “Batman?”

All voices on the line ceased. “I know Robin gave you a communicator, Superboy, but now is not the time to use it for-”

“I found him, Batman. He’s okay.” Jon pushed. Immediately there were demands of where, and injuries, and status. “I’ll bring him back when he’s ready, I just called to say you can all go home!”

Immediately, he shut the communicator off, hoping he did so before anyone could track them. Dropped it onto the stone, then wrapped both arms around Damian once more.

And for a moment, there was silence. Then: “…Thank you, Jonathan.”

Jon just smiled. “It’s what friends are for, Damian.”

~~

“…You know?” Stephanie hummed thoughtfully. She tilted her head and watched the yard in front of them.

Lois glanced first at Cassandra – who shrugged – then at Steph, raising her drink to her lips. “Hm?”

“Have I ever mentioned how lost these losers would be without your losers?”

Lois blinked, and looked across the yard herself. Bruce and Clark at the grill, Conner and Tim sitting under the tree, Kara and Dick gleefully watching Jason and Artemis with Bizzaro, and Jon and Damian with their dogs. All of the members of the Batfamily were either smiling or looked more relaxed than they had in ages.

“Steph,” Lois laughed, looking at the other girl and patting her hand. “You’ve never had to.”

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Why her...? - Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader

Anon - I have a request. Bare with me this is my first time asking a request.. Batman x Reader. Can you make it sad and have us in tears?? Don't really care what you write about just make it sad. Please and thank you.

So this consists of a lot of flashbacks, so flashbacks will be in italics, lyrics will be in bold and now time is normal. hopefully this isn't confusing. I don't know if this is capable of making anyone cry but please give feedback if I should do more like this! :)

Song this is based off of is old but its the best one that fits well I think - SONG

Warnings - Death, Cancer victim, crying, flashbacks, sadness.

Word Count - 2K

"I'm sorry, but I have to go" Tears fell from your eyes as you looked up at Bruce, his eyebrows were furrowed, clearly concentrating on not letting tears fall from his own. You reached your hand up and cupped his face making him look at you. "I'm sorry… I love you… but I have to go, you have to forget me" More and more tears began to fall. "I am never going to forget you…" was all he said, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You have to, for yourself and for the little gremlins that we call our children." You tried cracking a joke, but Bruce wasn’t having it, his facial expression not changing from upset and maybe even angry. Silence took over the two of you before Bruce leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. "Please don’t go… don’t leave us…" Bruce whispered against your lips, finally letting the tears fall from his eyes. "I'm sorry" You hiccupped, letting out a long breath in hope of calming your heartbeat down but failing miserably. "Y/N please…" Bruce whispered, watching you fading away from him. 

The last thing the both of you say to each other…. “I love you”.

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted,

I thought about our last kiss how it felt and the way you tasted,

and even though your friends tell me your doing fine,

are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you,

when he says those words that hurt you,

do you read the ones I wrote you,

sometimes I start to wonder was it just a lie,

if what we had was real,

how could you be fine?

Cause I'm not fine at all..... It was now late at night, Bruce perched onto the gargoyle that he first saw you walking down the streets of Gotham alone. “Father?” Damian spoke up, grappling towards him and then taking a seat beside him. “Mother will be back soon” He said, staring up at his brooding father as he stared at the lamp post which was still dented by the man he ripped away from you that night when he tried to mug you; “wont she?” Damien continued, concerned from his father’s silence.  

“Go back home Damian, spend some time with your brothers-“ “They’re not my brothers. Todd is an insufferable human being, Grayson is highly irritable and Drake is generally a huge pain in-“ “Spend some time with them. You never know when the moments with your most loved ones are the last. You’ll regret not spending time with them, taking care of them, laughing with them…” Bruce trailed off, noticing a woman walking buy who looked quite similar to you, but instead of walking alone, she was with a man who had his arm wrapped around her; the sight bringing a tear to Bruce’s eye.

“Will you be home soon after I leave you here?” Damian asked, standing up and taking out his grappling hook. Bruce gave a slight nod, Damian returning the gesture before grappling away back to the manor.

 "Where's papa bat, demon spawn?” Jason smirked at Damian as he returned from patrol without him. “I believe father will not get over Mother for a while, he is still sat on the gargoyle he first saw mother at.” Damien rolled his eyes at Todd “he also told me to spend time with all of you, despite hating each and every one of you with a passion I will do as he wishes. Where are the others?” He asked, pulling off his mask. “Tim bet that Dick couldn’t watch a horror film without heaving” Jason shrugged, making his way back to the cinema room where Tim and Dick were at “How’s he doing?” Damien asked taking a seat beside Tim “he cracked almost 4 times, still waiting for it.” He answered and the other two boys groaned.

 Meanwhile Bruce still sat at the gargoyle, could he have done something? What did he do to deserve the one of the only things that made him happy being ripped away from him? He felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest; but he didn’t want it back. "I hope you’re okay… I’ll always love you Y/N.” He spoke looking up to the sky before making his way back to Wayne manor.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

Cause I'm not fine at all...

‘I love you…’

Bruce could still hear your voice say those words, your voice so full of hope, it was music to his ears; “I love you too…”.

“I must warn you my sons are a handful.” Bruce smiled, gripping your hand a little tighter. “I’ve always wanted a family. And if I get to have one without the pain of childbirth then that is a major bonus.” You giggled, earning a chuckle from Bruce before he opened the doors to the manor. “Welcome to your future home.” He smiled, opening the large door to reveal Alfred along with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damien stood in a line wearing something smart rather than their amour get-up.

“Welcome home Master Bruce, Miss Y/L/N.” Alfred smiles, along with the boys smiling before Damien coughs, gaining everyone’s attention.

“So, this is our new mother?”

Bruce laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, longing to feel your warmth cuddle up to his side. "I wish that could wake up with amnesia... " He said to himself, tears freely falling from his eyes. "I wish I could see your beautiful face in the morning… Just, one last time..." He whispered, closing his eyes in order to try and stop crying. "Stop crying Bruce" He said to himself, sitting up and looking out of the window beside him.

"All these memories I try to forget, they can't escape from my mind...” He sighs, falling back into his original position and closing his eyes.

"I'm not fine at all…”

The pictures that you sent me there still living in my phone,

I'll admit I like to see them whenever I feel alone,

And now my friends keeps asking why I'm not around,

It hurts to know your happy and it hurts that you've moved on,

It's hard to hear your name when I havnt seen you in so long,

It's like we never happened was it just a lie?

If what we had was real,

How could you be fine?

Cause I'm not fine at all...

 Wherever Bruce looked he saw your face, your pictures still hung up on the walls; family pictures, he smiled at some, especially the ones where Damien and Jason were mid argument on who would stand next to you, but Tim and Dick ended up being on either side of you smiling. Your wedding pictures were the ones that hurt his heart most, you were both so happy, everyone was so happy; but good things always come to an end.

"Bruce when will you be coming back out on patrol with us? Or just out in general?” Dick asked, coming up beside him and looking at the wall which Bruce’s eyes never left off. "I still need some time, Dick.” Bruce said back to him as he turned the opposite direction and walked away. 

"It hurts so much… But I’m glad you’re happy now, in a better place." Bruce spoke to himself, sitting at a park bench; he needed time, away from things that reminded him of you. Even the boys reminded him of you, yours and Jason’s eye colour were similar, yours and Dick’s shared love for breakfast made by Alfred, the necklace Damian never fails to wear every day that you gave him before you left, and Tim and you had similar personalities; Bruce couldn’t get you out of his head.

He saw a woman walking to him, a shy, timid smile plastered on her face. “Hello.” She greeted, staring at the seat beside him, probably waiting for him to invite her to join him on the bench. “Hello.” He nodded to her, but then turning away almost instantly as he stared at the children playing on the swings, it reminded him of when you and Bruce sat on that exact bench and watched the boys play – not matter their age, they still acted like children. “With all due respect, I would like to be alone.” He spoke up, looking back to the woman who still stood beside him. “Please.” He sighed, and she nodded, turning and walking away silently back to her married couple friends.

“You need to move on Bruce…” He scolded himself, playing with his wedding ring as he sat there.

"It's like we never happened Y/N, you disappeared like a stone in the ocean, I don’t think ill ever love someone else as much as I loved you…” he whispers, kissing his wedding ring as if it would send a message to you. “I’m all alone, dying slowly inside…” another tear fell from his eye, he wiped it away swiftly before getting up from the bench and leaving, sending an apologetic smile to the woman before disappearing into the distance.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

"I can never forget about you, however hard I try, I can't forget, I can't let you go..." He said to himself, staring at the ceiling again in his bedroom, curtains closed and lights off.

All he now feels is never-ending pain.

If today I woke up with you right beside me,

Like all of this was some twisted dream,

I'll hold you closer than I ever did before,

And you'd never slip away,

And you'd never hear me say, He woke up, turning on his side to see you sleeping soundly, a smile crept up onto his features as he moved the stray hairs away from your face back behind your ear, kissing your forehead as he did so. “What are you doing Bruce?” You smiled, squinting your eyes open as you looked up at him, seeing the love he felt for you in his eyes. “Admiring my beautiful wife.” He smiled back at you, leaning in to press a kiss onto your lips.

“FATHER! TODD STOLE MY GRAPPLING GUN AND IS HOLDING IT OVER MY HEAD ACTING AS IF IM A CAT WANTING TREATS.” Damian’s voice echoed through the whole manor, making you laugh and Bruce sigh. “HE STOLE MY FAVOURITE GUNS THE FUCKING BRAT” Jason’s voice followed. “MIND YOUR LANGUAGE YOU BELLY DANCING, DEADSHOT-WANNABE TOAD.” Damian’s voice yelled back, making the both of you burst into laughter. “WE ALL KNOW IM BETTER THAN HIM – IM THE RED HOOD.”

I remember the day you told me you were leaving,

I remember the make up running down your face,

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them,

Like every single wish we ever made,

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,

And forget about the stupid little things,

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,

And the memories that never can escape,

Cause I'm not fine at all.............

Bruce sighed, he couldn’t sleep; it was around 3AM.

He got up, making his way to the graveyard and stopping at a particular grave stone.

"Y/N Wayne

Heaven has gained another angel

Lost her fight with cancer,

A wonderful mother, a beautiful wife

D.O.B – Death date"

Bruce fell to his knees, his head resting against your gravestone and his tears darkening the stone. "Why her…” He cried, looking to the sky.

And I'm really not fine at all...

Tell me this is just a dream....

Cause I'm really not fine at all....

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