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This is another story I started yet didn't get very far with.

THE HARRIS MEN

I felt close to both of my brothers, and somehow that bond had grown as we each had our families. Marriage, kids, and, in the case of my youngest brother Tim, divorce.

Through my late 20s and early 30s, I felt guilty still fooling around with them. It wasn't often, but we'd see each other maybe twice a year, at the holidays and for a big Harris family gathering in the summer. Given the size of the extended family - spouses and 11 kids between us Harris brothers - it was hard to sneak in some bro-on-bro time. But we'd gotten pretty good at it.

My younger brother Tim was outright enthusiastic and had a number of gay experiences in college and med school. My older brother Max was a college football coach and seemed about as heterosexual as they come, only he was laid back when it came to sex and made it clear this was a Harris bond.

I was in between. Definitely bi but wanting to do right with my marriage and for the mother of my children. But eventually my brothers won me over - Tim's enthusiasm and Max's nonchalance - and I made peace with this one exception to my marriage vows.

"Fuck, bro, you feel nice," Max said as his naked body writhed on top of mine on the hotel bed. I'd flown out to see one of his home games and now my big bro was taking advantage of our one-on-one time for a nice slow session. I'd sucked him some in his coach khakis, which was hotter than I expected, before he stripped me and worshipped my boner. Lovingly, expertly. Somehow my mostly heterosexual big bro had learned some new tricks.

"You been getting some practice, bro?" I gasped as he finally pulled off, just as I was about to cum. My dick twitched excitedly as I still felt his breath on it.

"Long story, but yeah," he said with a smirk as he climbed up on top of me and met me with a hot kiss.

I made out with him. His own dick jerked and I wondered if he was as close as I was. But we enjoyed riding the edge, seeing how long we could make it last. We'd discovered that last time by accident. As much as I enjoyed fooling around with Tim, Max knew how to push my buttons. No other way to put it, he was an expert top. So skilled at making me feel good that even when he started fucking for his own pleasure, not mine, it was a turn on, too.

"Who you doing, bro?" I looked up into his gruff-handsome face. He was starting to get gray hairs, already at 44, and damnit it suited him. A lot. I imagined one of his players pinned beneath him in this very position. Or maybe some young guy on the team's training staff. "Come on, you can tell me."

He leaned up, looking down on me with an intense look. Brotherly love. Lust. Trust. "This stays between us... right?"

"Oh yeah," I said. I knew that even beyond Max's marriage, which he valued as much as I did mine, he had a job that made him vulnerable. "Promise."

He still seemed hesitant. "You remember how Tim always had the hots for Dad?"

None of us ever did anything with our father, at least not to my knowledge, but our younger brother had a daddy kink and was vocal about it. Besides, Dad was a strong, masculine man, a city cop who'd inspired me to go into law enforcement myself.

"Yeah," I said, not sure where this was going.

Max gave me a sly look. "Let's just say JR and John might be wired the same way. Maybe Steve, too, but nothing's happened there yet."

My eyes widened for sure. Max had a lot of kids. He'd always joked that his wife had made a good Catholic of him. Of seven children, six were boys, and that always made my older brother seem especially virile to me.

Max Jr and John were the oldest, currently playing college ball and doing their best to follow in their dad's footsteps, JR at the very program Max coached. The idea was incredible and admittedly a little hot. "Bro are you saying...?"

He nodded, a little vulnerability seeping into his horndog married-dad face. I could read the look of a man who felt he was in a little over his head. "I didn't initiate anything, but decided to just go with it a couple years ago, you know? Apparently my boys are all about this," he said, gesturing to his thick hairy middle-aged body.

"Can't blame them," I said, excitedly, running my hands along his furry muscle and imagining JR or... fuck... 18-year-old lineman John doing the same.

He looked at me nervously. "So you're not disgusted with me, bro?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean, are you disgusted that I find the idea kind of hot?"

He smirked. "Never knew what you thought when Tim went off on his Daddy talk."

"Well, you got to be the daddy most of the time," I joked. Tim loved getting fucked and while both Max and I got to do the honors, as we grew older, I increasingly enjoyed being penetrated as a change from straight sex. When Max and I had a chance to be together that's how it always went down. Older bro fucking younger bro.

"Still am," he winked, his hips running his hardon along my perineum.

"Fuck," I growled, finding myself getting very turned on. "Don't take this the wrong way, bro, but JR's one hot stud. John, too."

"You don't have to tell me," he said. His dick was angry twitching now. Pressing against the bottom of my balls with each thrust. "OK if I fuck you now?" His voice had a certain urgency to it.

"Oh yeah," I agreed, pulling apart my legs and giving him access to lube my hole.

Our sex wasn't loving. It was rushed, heated, primal. Max needed to get off. I needed to get fucked. I grunted as he bottomed out on entry but sucked it up. By the third thrust it felt good. Soon it felt great.

"Have you fucked them, bro?" I asked excitedly pulled on my hard dick, almost a carbon copy match for the Harris cock pumping in me.

He nodded. "I've been fucking JR for a little while now." If I thought it was an incredibly hot surprise to hear those words from my big brother's mouth, I could tell it was turning him the fuck on just to speak them. He thrust in firmly, wildly, and added, "I took John's cherry a couple of weeks ago." I watched as my butch coach of a big brother twisted his face in sudden orgasm and let out a deep-voiced cry. "Goddaman!"

Like that, I knew I was getting sauced and good. I imagined my big bro losing control like that in my football-jock nephew's virgin ass and that did it for me, too. Heavy jets of cum pumped out, and I felt like I nearly blacked out.

Max had a big shit-eating grin as we uncoupled and recovered from our orgasm. "And here I was nervous to tell ya, man," he smiled.

I stretched out my legs. I hadn't had a lot of dude-on-dude sex, but I was convinced Max was the best top out there, period. He always made feel alive, and deeply satisfied. "You tell Tim yet?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. I guess I haven't had the one-on-one time since he's started seeing Scott."

Our little bro's divorce was messy, but it was clear he was gay more than bi. I was happy to see him able to be himself more, even if I knew he had a hard time renegotiating his life. Divorced, with a son who he saw only every other weekend, and now dating an older man.

We made out for a while, and talked some more. Then made out again. I almost thought Max would go for seconds. He sometimes did. But as he looked as he watch he got a wistful look on his face. "All right big guy, I'm afraid I gotta get home."

I nodded. I could use the rest. Last time I'd gone home with just a few hours sleep and was like a hungover wreck. My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she wasn't happy.

I watched him get dressed. As he tucked back into his khakis he winked at me. "Thanks for coming out, bro. Seriously, it means the world to me. The kids, too."

I felt bad. Now I was Uncle Dave, not hot brother-lover Dave. "Holidays aren't far away," I said. "Maybe we can pick somewhere fucking warm this year." Max laughed. We'd met Tim in New York last year and had to deal with an arctic blast the whole week.

Max gathered up his phone and wallet and gave me one last look, appraising my naked and well-fucked body. I loved the way he looked at me. It was like we were teenagers in his room at home, fooling around after one of his games.

"You're looking great, by the way," he said. And like that he opened the hotel room door and left.

Max's confession had me thinking. About my nephews, of course. JR and John Harris were both typical jocks. Good kids, but a little single-focused on being athletes and impressing their dad. I'd like to say that my brother would have been proud of them whatever they did, but who am I kidding? Max wanted his boys to be incredible football players and have that pro career that was out of his grasp. Or, barring that, his boys would become the best goddamn football coaches in the country. A real Harris dynasty.

That's how Max was, with high expectations for my nephews. Even 13-year-old Daniel was hitting the weights and drinking protein gainer shakes. And the only thing keeping freshman Grayson back from varsity was the fact that his older brother Steve was clearly the star quarterback and team captain. Gray was eating up being the star of the JV team but itched to prove himself like his older brothers.

It was wild that Max was having sex with his two eldest. Mindblowingly hot. He'd always talked about the Harris tradition when it was him and me and Tim having our bro-bonding time. But this was a whole new level.

The problem was, it had me thinking about my own eldest. Matt was growing and growing fast. He'd had his growth spurt a late, a year ago, but was making up for lost time, gaining both height and an athletic frame quickly. My wife and I sent the kids to private school, and Matt took to lacrosse from middle school on. He had my height and the those Harris genes. Now a senior, he was spending time lifting and packing on some muscle on his fit teenage frame.

I'd inherited my dad's looks and my mom's blonde hair. For Matt, it was the opposite. He was blond, just a shade dirtier than my own paler hair, but he had a lot of facial features from his mother's side. Still definitely my kid, still a Harris, but somehow more beautiful. Ruddy cheeks, perfectly proportioned nose, great smile.

Even as I watched him now on the lacrosse practice field I had to remark how incredibly attractive my son was. My Matt. Somehow angelic and typical jocky masculine at the same time.

I had an earlier shift than Kate so I picked up the kids from school. My daughter Kelly and my youngest son Logan were in elementary school and got out earlier. I dropped them at home and an hour went to pick up Matt. He had his license now, but my wife's car was in the shop and we were short a vehicle. So Kate took Matt's car and played chauffeur. Still I let Matt drive home, he always seemed to like when I let him take the wheel.

"Hey Dad," he greeted as he walked up to the SUV in his lacrosse shorts and a fresh T-shirt. His hair was still wet from the post-practice shower. He was a weeks past his eighteenth birthday but already he seemed older, like a college kid. Even his distinctive teen-deep voice was getting more of a tenor quality.

"Hiya buddy," I greeted, leaning against the driver's side. "Good practice? Looks like you were killing it out there," I winked. Matt was an attacker and had the right amount of aggression and strategy on the field. He was eyeing college programs and was pretty sure to get some good scholarship offers.

Matt gave a proud grin. "Yeah, pretty good. Am I driving today?"

I smiled and tossed him the keys, walking around to the passenger side.

My son was becoming a better driver, more confident but also careful. It was like he was anticipating my lecturing comments.

Something seemed on his mind, but I chalked it up to being a moody teenager. But as we pulled up to a red light, Matt looked over at me. "Can I talk to you about something, Dad?"

"Of course," I said automatically. At that age, you never know what issues are going to arise but you have to be prepared for anything, big or small. It was part of being a parent.

"It's kind of about sex," my son added.

"You know my policy," I said. I'd always told Matt I had an open-door policy and that he could come to me with any questions about sex or dating or anything really. It was a conversation I'd have to have in a few years with Logan.

He gave me a quick smile and looked back in time to see the light turn green. He started driving again, eyes on the road, but continued his conversation.

"I think I'm bisexual," he stated plainly. I could see he was nervous telling me. I was proud he'd had the guts to be honest.

"You know that makes no difference to me, or your mother," I said, repeating part of the birds and the bees talk about sexual orientation. I looked over at him. God he was such an attractive young man, and now he had two genders that would be after him. "You're being careful, like we talked about?"

Matt nodded, letting me know my lectures were understood. "Actually, I haven't done anything. But I want to, Dad. Real bad." His voice had a real vulnerability to it that melted my heart. I remember being Matt's age and feeling those hormones and wanting sex so bad and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It's probably why Max and I started fooling around to be honest.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked. I never pried in my son's life but he seemed like he needed to talk.

Matt nodded, his face reddening. "I think a lot about guys. Sometimes it's all I think about. I feel messed up."

"You're not messed up, buddy," I assured him. It pained me to see my son wrestling with this. "Can I share something? This does not go back to your mother, but I have some experiences with men."

That shocked Matt for sure, and he had to check himself before taking his eyes off the road. Fortunately we came to another stoplight. "For real Dad?" he asked excitedly. I knew then I'd made the right decision in telling him.

I nodded. "Again, this stays between us."

Matt looked at me with an open, sincere expression and nodded. "Any chance we can go some place and talk?"

I knew we shouldn't take too long getting home. But I nodded. "Make a right up there."

Matt pulled into a parking lot in front of a deserted closed strip mall, one that was slated to be redeveloped. It was the parking lot where I first gave him his driving lessons.

"Park right there," I instructed. He pulled in and put the SUV in park, then turned off the engine.

"Having a hard time?" I asked, undoing my seat belt to face him.

He nodded. "You ever want somebody so bad and feel you can't do anything about it?" he asked.

"Look Matt," I started. "It's been a long time since I was in your shoes, but I know some of what you're feeling." I paused. "Is it one of your teammates?"

He grinned and shook his head. "No, they're attractive, I guess, but you know my buddy Kyle?"

I nodded. Kyle was his best friend since 5th grade and a baseball jock at the public school.

"Well," Matt said, unsure if he should say it. "I have the hots for Kyle's dad."

I was not expecting that. "Oh," I said. "Matt, buddy...."

"I know Dad," Matt objected. "I know that stuff's forbidden and in any case I'm pretty sure Mr. Carter wouldn't be interested. I mean he's older and smoking hot, and I'm just an awkward teenager."

I breathed out a sigh. How to broach this? I knew I was walking a fine line but I also felt I had to reassure Matt while also cautioning him.

"You go for older men?" I asked in as reassuring of a Dad voice as I could muster.

Matt nodded, blushing. "Yeah, fraid so Dad. Sometimes I think about one of the teachers or Coach Patterson... sometimes it's... other guys."

"You know any of those men could get in trouble with a young man your age."

Matt nodded, sheepishly. "I know, Dad. And I don't want that, but fuck..." he paused as he realized he'd cursed but continued. "Do I gotta wait till college to have sex?"

"Buddy, I don't know what to tell you," I said. "I guess there's my official answer and my unofficial answer."

"I already know your official answer," he laughed, and I laughed too.

"Unofficially?" he finally asked, his blue eyes peering into mine with a kind of challenge. For a second I thought my son was hitting on me and the idea went straight to my dick. I guess with the sex talk I was low-key primed for it, but now I felt a boner stiffen in my suit trousers.

"Unofficially," I replied, not taking my eyes off his. "Just be very careful son. You're a very... attractive young man... and some older men might take advantage of your age."

Matt smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

"For what?" I asked, an involuntary smile matching his. Our eye contact was still heavy. I was sure it was just Matt enjoying the freedom to talk openly. But in the back of my mind it was something more.

"For not lecturing me. For understanding what it's like."

I shrugged. "I remember how it felt to be a horny high schooler" I answered.

Matt nodded thoughtfully. "Does that go away?" he laughed nervously.

"The horny part?" I said. "No."

Matt chuckled. "Fuck!" Then "Sorry, Dad."

"It's OK. We're talking man to man here."

Those blue eyes were looking deeply into me once again. "In that case... you still get horny, Dad?"

Oh fuck, I wanted to be strong. I wanted to know how to steer this ship from crashing on the rocks. Instead, I felt rock hard. "I do, son."

It was like my son was the one reading my emotions now, reassuring me. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell Mom anything. I'm not going to tell any one."

Then casually he leaned back in the driver's seat and I could see it. A nice piece of teen erection pushing up his lacrosse shorts. "If you um," he said, getting up the courage. "you know... want me to take care of you, I'll do it, Dad."

I nodded. This was going to happen. I was going to let it happen. I reached down and undid my belt. My cock ached and begged to be free. "Only if you let me return the favor," I said. Those were the hardest words I'd ever said in my life, and somehow also the easiest.

"Oh yes," he said. He undid his seat belt, clearly excited. I had to be out of my mind but I wanted this. Wanted my Matt. I'd barely pulled out my cock from my trousers when Matt leaned over and started taking me into his mouth.

"Easy buddy," I urged him. His technique was impatient, and I had to instruct him in how to give head. He was a quick study and pretty quickly was bobbing up and down on my stiff prick.

"God yes," I grunted, doing my best to keep from cumming immediately - and to keep an eye out in the parking lot. I was a detective for the state police and the last thing I needed was for someone to discover me with my own son sucking me off.

The idea had me shooting, hard. I came in heavy pulses right into Matt's hungry throat.

"Sorry I didn't warn you, buddy," I said as my son rose off, face reddened. "Kind of lost control."

"'s OK Dad," he said with a half-dreamy expression, the thickness of my cum still evident in his voice. "I liked it." He leaned back up in the driver's seat and pushed his shorts and underwear down. God, my son had a dick on him. Like he inherited the Harris cock and a little more. And it looked even bigger with nutsac mostly smooth, a contrast to the blond pubes that had already filled out. "You gonna suck me?" he asked, horny beyond belief.

I nodded and started to lean over. "Just keep a lookout to make sure no one's around. Hear?"

"Yessir," Matt hissed and then I started licking him. "Oh fuck that's nice."

I wetted his cock, my son's cock, and then took him into my mouth. Nothing could have told me how crazy and exciting it would be to feel my own son's dick pushing along my tongue and to the back of my mouth. Even if I just shot, my dick was hard and I was almost hyperventilating I was so excited.

I knew my way around a dick and wanted to give Matt an amazing BJ his first time out. At his age, it shouldn't have surprised me that it took no more than a dozen mouth strokes to feel that teen tool stiffen and pulse in my mouth before firing a heavy wad of jock seed. I even choked a little bit on it. This was bigger than one of Max's heavy loads, even. Matt was really worked up.

The smile he had on his face made it all worth it. "That was amazing, Dad," he sighed.

I tucked my spent but still mostly firm dick back into my trousers. "We should be getting home," I said. Maybe too bluntly. I was clearly feeling a major pang of guilt.

Matt pulled up his shorts and refastened his seat belt. Checking the mirror, he started the car and put it in drive.

It was wild to see my jock son casually spreading his legs in the driver's seat and with a major look of contentment on his face. "That was a million times better than I dreamed," he said.

"Sex gets better," I told him.

His eyes lit up. "For real? I can't imagine."

"Well, you won't have the sheer anticipation of the first time, or that intense emotional impact," I said, blushing to think I'd been Matty's first. "But the sex itself gets a lot better."

"I can't wait," Matt grinned.

"Listen, Matt," I objected. "I don't think we can...."

"It's just between us, Dad," he assured me. "Look, I'm not gonna hound you or anything. But that was the most amazing thing ever. I'm glad you were the one to show that to me."

"Well, we'll see," I said, and I could see Matt's lip curl up into a smirk. At base he was a cocky jock, just like his teammates. Only instead of head from a cheerleader, it was from his father.

It was the look of a young man fairly confident he was going to be getting his way.

#drakestories

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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Kidcat AU? Who is the kid? are they a literal cat at any point?

KIDCAT AU KIDCAT AU this is mine and @lady-stormbraver's baby (Lady gets credit bc she's my brainstorming and plotting partner on it)!!!! the kid is Tim because I watched The Batman 2022, saw Bruce and Selina being weird stalkers (affectionate) and I went oh hey you know who else is a stalker and has a lot of love in his heart? TIMBERLY. and decided I wanted a Reevesverse Stray AU. this version of Selina sooooo needs a weird little nerd kid following in her shadow. also a big part of the premise is that 1) Jason and Tim hit it off, realize that they consider each other brothers, and decide they're going to Parent Trap(TM) Bruce and Selina, and 2) Dick is in his Hot Mess Era and is wearing a leather jacket with the Discowing suit and at one point ill-advisedly bleached his hair because he thought it would tick off Bruce and he's not great at being an older brother to one little sibling, let alone one (official) little sibling AND the cat-themed tagalong who's hanging around nowadays. this scene takes place a fair bit through the AU and is kind of a turning point in Dickie's character arc in this 'verse.

Batman is out of town, which means Nightwing is in town.

B isn't actually that far, just swapped cities for the night because a lead he'd been tailing ended up taking him to Blüd and he asked Dick, stiltedly and struggling, to cover his patrol route in Gotham tonight. Dick had agreed, because he's been on better terms with Bruce lately and is trying to keep it that way and not completely live up to his name, like Jason likes to say. Anyway, he's not patrolling alone. He's just babysitting, really, though he figures if Selina is out she's keeping her eyes on the kids as well, and possibly him, too.

Robin and Stray took a separate patrol route from his, and Dick had argued with Jason for ten minutes before they took it to Alfred, who cleared that they're allowed to split off like that. Dick does not really want to be babysitting, but he also really doesn't want to screw it up.

"Nightwing!" Comes a sudden, loud cry through his earpiece that almost makes Dick, even with a literal lifetime of practiced balance, miss his landing. "Dick, something's wrong," Jason says, voice tight. "Tim passed out and won't wake up and shit, I'm breaking the names rule, just- Dick, help."

Dick feels like someone's dumped a glass of ice water over his head and maybe broken the glass on his skull for good measure. The chill settles directly under his ribs. Jason never asks for help, not his help, at least. His mind plays a dozen scenarios of gas or gunshots or gang fights and he grapples to the top of the nearest building almost on instinct. When lost, climb to a high point. He deliberately stills at the top, takes a slow breath so his voice won't shake. That one momentary pause is better than the minutes he may have to spend calming Jason if he lets him hear the terror Dick is feeling. "What's your location, Robin?" He asks, sends the request to Alfred, back at the Manor, at the same time.

Jason replies immediately with two street names, the closest corner he remembers, at the same time Alfred pings with a precise coordinate. The running leap Dick takes off the building isn't as smooth as it would be otherwise, if he wasn't responsible for Jason and Tim tonight. If he wasn't freaking terrified thinking of things that could have happened to Sel's tiny little shadow who, yeah, okay, Dick is a bit fond of himself. What Jason could be dealing with, the goddamned protective instincts in that kid has for everyone but himself sometimes. No extra flips tonight, no wasting time on showing off or having fun. It wouldn't be fun, anyway, tonight.

Dick isn't Nightwing when he touches down, not really. He's just a teenager looking for another teenager and the little kid they've both claimed as brother. Sometimes he thinks that's all that holds him and Jason together, other than Bruce. He finds what he's looking for on a roof, tucked away in the nook formed between a high concrete railing and the roof access stairs to the building below.

Jason is a bright flare of red and green and Dick rushes toward him, only remembering too late that Jason flinches, and badly, and that he should have slowed down. Tim is slumped in Jason's arms, black cat-eared hood already pulled down away from his face, the older boy curled protectively around the little black form.

"Robin," Dick says, snapping himself back into Nightwing mode, "Report. What happened?"

"I don't know," Jason snaps, eyes flicking back and forth from Tim, who looks half-conscious, at least, to Dick like he thinks Dick is going to try and take Tim away from him. "He seemed off all night, kinda slow, I guess? We were patrolling like normal, nothing weird, but he just... collapsed. He's burning up."

"Okay," Dick says. "Okay." Slowly, this time, a lot like how he acts with victims — although he hates thinking of it like that, because this is, essentially, his brothers — he reaches towards Tim.

Jason all but growls at him, holding the smaller boy tighter. "Don't touch him."

Dick sits back on his heels. "Jason," he says, "Jay, you've gotta let me check him out, okay?"

Jason eyes him from behind his mask, and it feels a lot like he's taking that one second that Dick took earlier to calm himself. It feels like Dick is becoming both a big brother and Nightwing at the same time. "Okay," he says, and visibly makes himself relax when Dick reaches out again.

"It's okay," Dick says, briefly placing a hand on Jason's head without even thinking about it as he checks Tim's pulse with the other. It's quick, fluttery but not uneven. "You're right, he's running a pretty high fever." Tim's eyelids flicker, and Dick brings a hand up to his face, taps his cheek gently with one gloved finger. "Heya, kitten, you with us?"

Tim blinks sluggishly, eyes half-lidded and clearly not totally lucid. "Nigh'wing?" He mumbles, body suddenly tensing like he's trying to sit up, but Jason holds him tight.

"Relax, baby cat, be still," Jason says, frowning down at him as Tim squirms momentarily. He glances up to make eye contact with Dick, but mostly they both stay fixated on the youngest of them.

Tim stills, his head resting against Jason's shoulder. "Jay..." he breathes, relaxing against this older boy, whose face goes softer than Dick even knew it could.

"We should get him home," Dick says quietly. Jason looks up at him, and Dick can see the but you only have a motorbike counter coming a mile away. "I'll call the 'Mobile."

"F...reakin' autopilot," Jason scoffs, but Dick can see some of the tension ease out of him. "Dick?"

"Hm?" Dick stands to watch for the headlights of the Batmobile. Hopefully Alfred has been on comms tonight and already sent a message to Selina, because Dick feels like he's juggling and not very smoothly.

Jason hesitates long enough to make Dick turn, catching the moment Jason turns his wide, greenish-blue eyes from staring after Dick back to focus on Tim. "Will you call B, too?" He asks, his voice just a little shaky.

Dick sighs. "Yeah, Jay. I'm calling him."

At the end of the day, or in this case, at the end of the night, he wants his dad too. Maybe that's another thing that holds them together.

#dickie thinks of selina as ''sel'' a lot bc he's known her almost as long as he's known bruce. she's like his mom #even if she and b aren't technically married.#which means that when she starts apprenticing tim dick is a little... hesitant to accept that??#but in a different way than how he's upset about b letting jason be robin #bc robin was his parents' legacy and jason is bruce's adopted kid but DICK was his parents' (all three) kid FIRST #whereas with tim it's more like... dick loved selina like that first and he was her little birdie so now that tim's around #dick is like.... do u still love me.... can u have a birdie(s) AND a kitten... why's everyone seemingly leaving me behind...#it's a whole mess all the dynamics are SO fun #jason isn't as close with selina as dick or tim are. he likes her and thinks she's awesome but she's... not a mom figure to him #anyway hey remember being 14/15 when you needlessly felt like you were on your own against the world and making up stupid #conflicts in your head just bc being 15 is Like That? no? just me?? yeah that's jason here #Lu writes #batfam #batpat kidcat au #OH WAIT ALSO. selina calls tim kitten. dick is accidentally mirroring her without meaning to.#ok i think I'm done #probably the last one for the night unless i REALLY can't sleep akdkfjdjfjsk

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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Sorry for the anon, but I'm LadyLilac just on my gen account rip. Anyways, the Tim/Thomas Wayne thing you wrote about is making me insane! I love love love what you did with it! But I am also being possessed by the idea of making it angst. Where Tim does have a sexual relationship with Tom starting at age 11 or 12, and Bruce finds out at like age 16 or maybe 17.

Bruce finding out and after years of covering for his father struggling to figure out what to do. How can he help Tim? Can he turn his father in, and break what little hope Alfred has in his oldest friend? And can Bruce even help Tim when he doesn't want to be helped, and particularly not by the man Thomas raged about everytime he's brought up. The whump would be so good!

Bruce dragging Tim home to the manor and trying to parent him, while his sons drag their feet at the (precieved) idea of having some rich brat in their home. Tim hating Bruce for taking away the only adult who cared for him, while still admiring him for being Batman. Maybe even Tim trying seduce Bruce, both because he looks like Thomas and is batman and partly because he wants to prove his point he's old enough to consent. Sorry for flailing in your inbox 😅 but thank you for your wonderful ideas! Sorry for any typos, I'm typing on my phone as always

hi lilac!!!!! i'm so happy you enjoyed it!!!! and teen bruce would definitely be caought in quite a conundrum and struggle to his approach. it would definitly hit him harder than older, adult bruce who has his own kids and has been estranged from his dad for years. the timeline would definitely throw a few things off making dick younger than tim so by the time dick and the others come into bruce's life, tim would be an adult just a few years younger than bruce.

where older bruce sort of lets things be and halfheartedly looks to see if anything illegal happened (and even if he had most likely would not have reported it because thomas wayne is no longer a factor in his life anymore and bruce doesn't really want to get sucked back in by the problems his father makes himself). teenage bruce is young, he's angry, he's hurt. the feelings he has towards his father are still fresh. but bruce covers for him because part of him is still that young boy that is holding out for the hope that his father will change and go back to the man he was before the accident. it's not until year later when he's matured and become batman and adopted dick and realized he would never do what his father did that he lets go.

bruce would be devastated to learn his father is fucking someone even younger than him, someone, who's not even in high school yet. he and tim go to the same school because gotham academy runs from K-12 and bruce finds out in the worst way possible. he leaves school late and alfred has gone on vacation. he'd made bruce's father promise he'd pick him up but bruce knows that's not going to happen so he's stuck taking the bus. he's taking a shortcut through an empty park when....he spots his father's car? parked in an empty lot and bruce knows it's his father's because of the plate and also because not everyone is driving around in a custom cadillac. and he thinks for a moment maybe his father didn't forget but the other part of him, the wary and suspicious part knows that something isn't right. so bruce sneaks up to the car, making sure to do so with the blindspot of the car. bruce's father has his windows tinted same as everyone in the city because in gotham it's basically compulsory if you don't want someone with a gun coming up to your window and telling you to get out.

but bruce is careful. he's discreet and he picks a small corner of the back window to cup his hands around his eye and peek in and when he does he....he's sure he has to have it wrong. that he's misreading the situation. because the sweater vest that the middleschoolers all wear is one the floor of the his father's car. the car that's softly swaying and rocking and bruce hadn't realized it until he was leaning against it and watching as his nearly 40 year old father fucked a squirming, red faced, no more than 10 year old kid.

bruce can't describe the feeling, the dread, the disappointment, the shock, the horror he feels as he watches his father fuck a too big cock into such a little pink hole.

bruce is borderline catatonic for hours, he snaps back when he's home and in his room and curled up in his bed like when he was a kid. he doesn't know how he got home. there's no food in the kitchen when he descends so he needs to order something if he wants to eat. but bruce isn't hungry. his stomach is swirling with too much unease for him to want to eat. bruce feels like he wants to throw up, like he wants to cry.

that kid hadn't even been his age, he'd been younger. he couldn't possibly have been older than...than bruce when his mother died. bruce has had a sour relationship with his dad for years (bruce thinks of his missing pain pills that he'd "lost"), he's even been playing with the idea of going through with his plans to aquire skills that might help him (there's a man in rio de janeiro who can teach him driving skills to outpace the police-). but this is....this isn't his father's self destruction. this involves someone else aside from bruce, this involves someone innocent.

it takes bruce less than a day to identify the boy he'd seen his father with. a quick flip through the yearbook tells him the boy is named timothy j drake and he's eleven years old.

bruce is...is so unsteadied by this new information. he feels...scared. he doesn't know why. he doesn't know what to do, who to tell....if he should tell at all. bruce's father is not well. he knows that. he's known that for awhile because the man who lived dow the hall from him could not possibly be the ma who carried bruce on his shoulders, who snuck him candy, who loved bruce so dearly that when he saw the gun change directions he'd shifted his body and spread out his arms to protect bruce from being hit.

it cannot be the same man. and yet...

bruce hates himself.

he returns to school the next day and his eyes seek out a familiar form that he'd seen arching up to meet his father's thrusts. bruce watches as he talks with his friends about some new issue of a comic book, as they tall about fantasy books and some board game they're playing together. tim is social and happy, he has friends and a social life. he doesn't...act like a victim.

in the car...when bruce had watched him and his father he hadn't looked like he was trying to get away or escape he....hadn't looked like he'd hated it.

bruce hates himself. he's just looking for excuses. looking for somehow to not have to be the person to do something about this.

bruce does not say anything. and he hates himself.

he never stops. years later and he watches grown up timothy drake accompanying his father to galas as his "nurse" and he hates himself for never having said anything. alfred is talking to his father who is smiling and happy and bruce had seen how alfred had nearly been driven to tears when his father had reached out to him months ago about getting a drink together. he'd extended the same invitation to bruce but bruce had refused, claiming that he needed to hep damian with a science project. damian...who had just turned 12. nearly the same age as timothy drake had been when bruce had found them fucking.

it'd been years. bruce had been so sure someone else would find out. someone else would say something. someone else would put a stop to it, stop his father from fucking a child too young to understand what they were doing. god. how had no one else seen it? the way his father had a hand wrapped around tim's waist, how tim raced to fulfill thomas's every need. did no one see it? had bruce been the only one to see the true nature and depravity of his father?

....and now it was too late. tim was a full grown adult and no one would ever know about how long he'd been entangled with thomas wayne. no one aside from bruce who knew what his father had done.

and bruce had done nothing. nothing. and now he had to suffer in silence as he attended his father's birthday gala and the crowd cheered as thomas's lovely and dedicated nurse helped bruce's father blow out his candles.

bruce could say something.

he could call up vicki and ask if she wanted an exclusive. he could tell about that day, about the pill bottle that didn't go missing. he could talk about how he'd kept silent because he was a kid and seeing that had scrared him and he hadn't known who to tell or what to do but now he was older. that he'd kept his mouth shut because....because that was his father.

but now he was a father. a father with children and he knew what his father had done was wrong and he was ready to admit his wrongdoings in staying silent and expose his father's wrongdoings in doing what he did.

alfred and leslie would be devestated. dick, jason, and damian would be horrified.

tim...tim would...

bruce didn't know. he had no idea what tim would do. it'd been more than a decade since bruce had first seen them together and he had no idea how long they'd been...together since before bruce knew about them...

but...bruce couldn't keep silent anymore. he couldn't go on pretending everything was alright and fine when he knew it wasn't.

bruce had allowed his father to get away with things he shouldn'tve because he had been young but now...now he couldn't go on pretending like there wasn't something wrong.

like this guilt hadn't been weighing on his heart as much as what happened in that alley did.

i feel like tim gets an inkling of what bruce is going to do because unlike thomas he'd noticed bruce there that day. but bruce had never said anything- even when he'd become batman.

so tim realizing bruce is getting ready to say something is when tim takes it as his cue to seduce bruce who looks so much like the thomas wayne he loves...

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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All Men Have Limits - VI

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,800+

Previously on…

“Nightwing! Regroup!” Bruce snapped into the comms again.

No matter how dire the situation was, they always stuck with their codenames while in uniform. But right now, Bruce wanted to scream at Dick to get his shit together.

Dick was quiet for a moment, allowing his family to only hear the roaring of his motorcycle as it zipped through the streets of Gotham.

“By the time we regroup, she’ll be dead,” Dick answered darkly.

This was the biggest difference between Dick and Bruce.

Dick wasn’t ruled by his emotions – except when it involved the safety of people he cared for and loved. When that happened, his emotions took control. It was very unlike Bruce, which just proved there were some things Dick simply couldn’t get trained out of him.

Bruce was always calm and collected – even when it was his kids that were in danger. Was he scared for Y/N’s life? Yes. But he also knew that panicking and going in hot was not going to help her. If anything, it would put more people in danger.

“Jason is following him,” Tim announced.

Jason might’ve refused to use comms, but they still had a tracker on his bike.

“What’s the plan?” Tim asked.

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Y/N probably looked like a drunk driver from the way she was serpentining to the heart of Gotham.

But she was tried to load a magazine into her gun as she ran every red light without getting t-boned by oncoming traffic.

It was…a lot. Especially since Y/N knew she were driving to her assassination.

It hadn’t been hard sneaking past the internal security at the manor. Y/N knew she could do it since she was brought there. But she decided to save that knowledge for the right time. And that was tonight. It was clearly designed mostly for Damian – or perhaps for any of the boys when they were younger and rebellious.

Then Y/N had to jumpstart the first car she saw parked on the street near Wayne Manor, which took longer than she had liked.

She might not have a lot of skills in the combat area. But she was rather resourceful in almost every other way – which included hijacking cars.

Y/N was so panicked about making it to the city before they could intervene, that her mind wasn’t really processing what was about to happen.

All Y/N knew was that she hoped they’d be done with it before any of them knew what was happening and could try to stop it.

She knew what they would’ve said. They would’ve told her to stay where she was and they would handle it. They would’ve done everything to keep her safe while also trying to save Gotham.

But Y/N couldn’t wait to see if she was responsible for the deaths of thousands while she sat on her ass and did nothing.

So she took her life into her own hands.

She gave enough information for them to use. Even if she was gone, she’d given them enough leads to finish the job without her.

Now her time was up.

Y/N knew eventually time would catch to her. She’d lived a far too risky life, threatened the most dangerous people, ruined the lives and locked up even more of dangerous people. It was only a matter of time before her luck ran out.

Y/N skidded the car to a stop. And she realized her hands were shaking as she threw the car into park.

She hadn’t stopped driving until she reached Old Gotham – right underneath the Clock Tower.

It was a nice, wealthy part of the city, which meant that there weren’t questionable people lingering on the streets.

In fact, it was eerily quiet – even for such a nice neighborhood. Y/N didn’t see a single person walking around in her vicinity.

But when she turned, there were five masked people watching her.

The Talons.

Their faces and bodies were completely covered, with their masks and goggles reminiscent of actual owls.

All of them had an arsenal of some sort of bladed weapon – countless knives, katanas, axes, or even broadswords. And, of course, they all had talons.

“So you are the irritant,” one of them greeted, his voice muffled from his gear.

Y/N took a step back as she grabbed her gun out of the back of her waist.

But she felt a presence behind her and whipped around to see more Talons surrounding her.

Did they really expect her to be able to put up that much of a fight?

“I’ve been called worse,” Y/N smirked.

She was clearly in denial that she was about to die.

They all unsheathed their weapons.

But Y/N wasn’t going to let them make the first move.

She started shooting bullets. Either they were wearing bullet-proof vests or they were blocking her bullets with their weapons. It was all happening so fast that she couldn’t figure it out. She knew her aim wasn’t off. Jason had been secretly teaching her how to shoot. And she’d gotten rather good with his help.

“Fuck,” Y/N hissed when her magazine was empty and she had failed to take down a single Talon.

As she tried to reload the magazine, their patience ran out.

One of them knocked the gun out of her hand, slicing the skin in the process.

Before Y/N could look down at the damage, another Talon wrapped his hand around her neck and lifted her off the ground like a doll.

“How can such a weak and pathetic woman have caused such a nuisance?” He cooed at her as he tilted his head, inspecting her.

Y/N couldn’t reply even if she wanted to.

Her hands were frantically trying to free herself, nails ripping at the armor and gloves of the Talon.

“Perhaps she could be of use to us,” one of them spoke up. “Unless she’d rather die…”

But before they could drop her or make a decision, someone dropped into the middle of the chaos with a blur.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was being dropped to the ground and coughing to recover her breath.

When she looked up, she saw Dick – no, Nightwing – taking on all of the Talons who were sent to kill her.

Yes, Y/N had frequently seen Dick train with Bruce and his brothers. However, this was something entirely different.

Y/N watched in shock as Dick used his escrima sticks to take out the Talons in droves. He flipped, kicked, punched, and moved in a way Y/N had never seen before.

There was a moment of pause that gave him the opportunity to meet her gaze.

“Y/N, run!” Dick screamed as he flipped away from the deadly claws of a Talon.

She blinked at his command and snapped out of her daze.

Jumping to her feet, she did as he said.

But she only got a few yards before two more Talons dropped in front of her and blocked her path.

Her fear was interrupted by bullets raining on them seconds before a motorcycle flew into her peripheral.

Red Hood did a front wheel break and swung his motorcycle so precisely that he managed to take out both of the Talons with the backend of his bike.

He turned to look at her. “Get on.”

But Y/N looked behind her at Dick, who was fighting Talon after Talon.

“What about Di–” she stopped herself from using his name. “What about Nightwing?!”

“Batman is on his way with the others. But right now, we have to get you out of here,” Jason yelled back.

Right on cue, the Batmobile came screaming toward them, as well as Tim on his motorcycle.

“Y/N, get on the motherfucking bike,” Jason warned her.

She turned around again and saw Dick now being aided by Damian, Tim, and Bruce. They were finally starting to overpower the Talons.

Clearly they hadn’t sent the numbers to defend themselves against the entire bat family. They probably assumed Y/N would head their warning and arrive unaccompanied. And Y/N did. But both her and The Court underestimated the vigilante family’s protectiveness towards her.

Y/N finally listened to Jason and jumped on the back of his motorcycle.

Barely giving her a second to adjust, Jason floored it and sped away from the fight as quickly as possible.

This motorcycle ride was nothing like the one Y/N shared with Dick.

Jason rode like bat out of hell, whipping around tight corners without slowing down. And even with her vice-like grip around his waist, Y/N felt like she could fly off at any moment. The wind stung against her skin like a million little needles.

“Where are we going?” Y/N tried to scream to him.

“We have to make sure they’re not tracking us before we return to the cave!”

Y/N couldn’t tell how long they had been driving around. But her arms and muscles were sore from the tension of holding on for dear life. She was so exhausted that if she hadn’t been so scared, she probably could’ve fallen asleep on the back of Jason’s motorcycle – even with his reckless driving.

Without any warning, Jason veered into a parking garage and went to the basement level where no cars were parked. He must’ve pressed a button because a hidden compartment was opening against the cement wall and suddenly they were driving through it.

Y/N got off the bike as soon as he stopped and looked around.

It must be one of his safehouses.

To her surprise, Jason took off his Red Hood helmet and then the domino mask underneath. He also grabbed some clothes that would either cover his Red Hood uniform or make it look like civilian clothing.

He pointed to a car, “Come on.”

Y/N followed him silently and got into the passenger seat.

It was a 20 minute ride back to the manor.

And it finally gave Y/N time to actually process what she had planned to do tonight.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jason asked after 10 minutes of silence.

“And say what?” She challenged.

He smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe how you enjoy playing sacrificial lamb.”

Y/N ground her teeth together. “That’s oversimplifying it, and you know it.”

Jason just shrugged.

“That’s it?” She asked when he didn’t follow up with any more questions. “Really? You’re not going to start lecturing me?”

“Oh, definitely not. ‘Cause you’re gonna get a shit ton of that when Bruce sees you – maybe even from Dick, if he’s not too overwhelmed with relief from seeing you in one piece. Which, by the way, you’re very lucky to be.”

Y/N had no response to that.

The rest of the ride was quiet, except for the local classic rock radio station that Jason decided to turn on.

To their surprise, no one was waiting in the cave for them. But Dick and Tim’s motorcycles were parked, as well as the batmobile. So they had clearly returned.

“That might not be a great sign…” Jason mumbled as got out of his civilian car. “Come on,” he nudged with his head as he started making his way to the stairs that led back into the manor.

When they got up, Jason followed the sounds of voices coming from the kitchen.

Y/N’s eyes immediately took in the group, worried that someone would be missing.

No one was in full uniform. Tim and Damian were in sweats. Bruce’s cape and cowl were gone, but his full body armor was still on.

The three of them and Alfred were all gathered around Dick, who was sitting on the island counter shirtless with nothing but his black compression shorts on.

One of his left eye was black, there was dried blood below his nostrils, his bottom lip was split and swollen. But Y/N’s eyes were only looking at the wound on his side that Alfred was currently stitching. Clearly one of the Talons’ swords found an in.

When the family heard Jason and Y/N’s entrance, all eyes were on them.

Dick looked relieved.

But Bruce? He looked livid.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

He didn’t yell. No, instead his voice was low and even. And it scared Y/N more than yelling ever could.

But she was too busy looking at Dick’s injuries with concern.

Then her gaze raced to Tim and Damian, looking them up and down to try and assess if they had any injuries. But they seemed in good shape.

“Y/N!” Bruce snapped.

Finally she acknowledged him.

“What?!” She growled in return.

“What were you thinking?”

“Bruce…” Dick warned quietly.

They had all seen Bruce get this way. And they all unfortunately had been on the other side of his wrath. They could see the telltale signs that Bruce was about to give one of his level-headed, but extremely disappointed speeches.

Except there was one big difference this time: Y/N wasn’t one of Bruce’s kids.

And by now, all of the boys had figured out that Bruce was feeling some kind of way about her. Even Damian had finally realized that Y/N wasn’t just an ally or fellow vigilante to his father.

“How about we all take in a deep breath and appreciate that none of us are dead?” Jason asked the group loudly. “Because we know that hasn’t always been on the case in the past…”

But Bruce ignored Jason and took a step to Y/N.

“You could’ve been killed,” he muttered quickly.

“I was trying to save innocent lives!” Y/N snapped.

“You should’ve told us as soon as you received the threat,” he countered.

“Why? So you could sideline me and make decisions about my fucking life?”

“We would have come up with a plan. One that did not involve you hot-wiring a car and driving to your death.”

“I was trying not to endanger anyone else, meaning all five of you!”

“And look how that ended,” Bruce answered darkly as she gesture to Dick, who was now stitched up and Alfred was putting a wrap around his torso.

“You can’t just shove your way into my life whenever you feel like it!” Y/N finally shouted at Bruce. “I was doing just fine before you added yourself to the situation.”

This wasn’t just about tonight anymore. The tension in their relationship had now flooded into the argument, finally reaching its boiling point.

“Tonight proved otherwise,” Bruce told her evenly.

But Bruce remaining too calm and showing no emotional reaction was only infuriating Y/N more.

“Hey!” Y/N yelled. “Just because I don’t put on a stupid costume and punch my way out of problems doesn’t mean you’re better than me. In fact, you would be screwed if it weren’t for me. You need me. You need me more than I need you.”

Bruce just glared at her.

“What? Nothing to say?”

“We can have a discussion when you stop behaving like a child.”

And it was finally what made Y/N snap.

She lunged at him.

What she planned on doing to him was beyond her. Everyone, including herself, knew she didn’t stand a chance against a petty fight with Batman. She probably couldn’t even land a punch if he let her.

Thankfully, she would never have to get that proven to her. Because Dick put a stop to it before it could actually start.

When he had moved off the counter and closer to their argument, she didn’t know.

But now Dick was finally intervening as he wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind her, pinning her arms to her side and pressing her back to his chest.

“A child?!” Y/N screamed as she tried to fight her way out of Dick’s grip. “Should I remind you that you fucked this ‘child’?!”

“Alright,” Dick warned her calmly. “That’s enough.”

“Let go of me!”

“Calm down,” he told her quietly.

Suddenly, Y/N remembered that Dick was injured, and he was injured because of her. And now she was thrashing against him, probably causing him harm and putting him at risk of opening the stitches Alfred had just finished.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’m calm.”

But Dick waited a second or two before he decided to believe her.

When he let go, she lightly shoved him away from her and made her escape.

The whole family watched her leave, and felt the awkward tension that filled the room after she’d gone.

Tim looked shocked.

Jason glared at Bruce.

Damian seemed rather disappointed – in Y/N or his father, no one could figure out.

Dick eyed Bruce. “Great job,” he told him darkly.

Bruce just crossed this arms and sighed.

Dick gestured in the direction that Y/N went. “Aren’t you going to go after her?”

But he knew already from Bruce’s expression that he wasn’t going to anything of the sort.

“You know what, forget it.” Dick huffed before heading in the general direction that Y/N had escaped.

But Jason wasn’t going to let Bruce off the hook so easily.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He hissed.

“Stay out of it, Jason.”

“Stay out of it?” He mocked. “Yeah, it’s a little bit hard to do that when her safety has become a family matter.” Jason shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave, “I’m out of here.”

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When Dick tried to retrace Y/N’s steps, he found the front door of the manor wide open. The sight was rather eerie for some reason. But Dick stepped onto the front of the manor and looked out at the land.

Had she made a run for the gate?

It wouldn’t be the first time tonight, clearly.

But after a few scans of the property, he eventually found her.

Despite the circumstances, Dick couldn’t help but smirk when he found Y/N sprawled on the great lawn of the manor, laying on her back and staring up at the stars.

He stood over her. “I’m surprised you didn’t make a run for it.”

“Oh, I tried,” she told him matter of factly. “Bastard’s already updated the security system from earlier tonight.”

“Believe it or not, that’s his way of saying he cares. Just ask Damian.” He slowly sat down on the lawn with her, but made sure to still give her some space.

“No. It’s his way of reminding me that he’s the one in control.”

Dick winced, knowing there was probably truth to that, too.

“He shouldn’t have said that to you,” Dick sighed.

Y/N scoffed. “What part?”

He hesitated before clarifying. “You’re not a child.”

She went quiet, not expecting him to get right to it.

“Well, we’re the same age…so of course you’d say that.”

Dick rubbed his face, knowing this was a losing battle. Nothing he said on the matter would bring her comfort.

Y/N finally looked away from the stars and her face scrunched in guilt and worry as she took in Dick’s fresh bandage. There was a pinkish blotch that showed just how big the wound was.

Slowly she sat up and turned to him. “Are you okay?” She whispered shakily.

He grinned at her concern. “Believe it or not, this is nothing.”

But Y/N still reached forward and cupped his face. Her thumb traced around his black eye, but made sure not to put any pressure on the swollen skin.

Dick leaned into her touch, not bothering to try and hide the affection.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want,” Y/N mumbled.

Dick opened his mouth, but then quickly changed his mind and closed it again.

“What?” She pushed.

But before Dick would answer, he slowly moved into her space. Then he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Please, don’t do anything like that again.”

His approach was different, but it was clear Dick and Bruce felt the same way about the stunt she had pulled.

Y/N was quiet.

“I understand why you did it. I really do.” He added quickly. “But just…” He paused and took in a shaky inhale. “Tonight scared the hell out of me, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

“I know you are. I saw it on your face as soon as you saw my injuries.” His eyes went dark. “But we can’t do things like that. We have to work together or this is all going to explode in our faces.”

Y/N thought over his words.

His hands went to cup her face.

“Deal?” He pushed.

She nodded.

Then Dick’s eyes moved down to her throat.The blistering red was already fading and being replaced by purple and blue bruising.

His mind flashed back to earlier, how he saw her dangling by her throat and unable to escape the Talon’s grip. The sight had caused him to rush into battle, not thinking of a plan before doing so. It went against everything Bruce had taught him. But seeing Y/N’s life in danger made him black out.

“We should get some ice for your neck,” Dick muttered quietly.

Then he looked down at her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but the cut looked painful and there was dried blood surrounding it.

“Fucker sliced it when he knocked my gun out of my hand,” Y/N mumbled when she saw Dick staring at it.

He eyed her suspiciously. “And I suppose Jason’s been helping with that, huh?”

She cringed. “Maybe…”

Dick just huffed and shook his head.

He started getting up, “Come on. Let me clean that cut and get some ice for your neck.”

But Y/N pulled him back down.

“Wait. Can we…Can we just stay for a bit?” She asked quietly, and then pointed up and laid back down in the grass to stare up at the sky.

Dick smirked and nodded.

He joined her, moving closer this time so their shoulders touched.

“You can actually see the stars out here,” Y/N sighed.

The smog and city lights of Gotham made them invisible.

But now they were far enough to see a few.

Dick thought about all the places he used to travel to with the circus. Some of them were so far removed from society that he could see every single star at night.

But he didn’t tell Y/N that this was nothing compared to those places.

Instead, Dick just slowly moved his hand and grabbed Y/Ns, interlacing their fingers. A part of him expected her to pull away. But she squeezed his hand and kept looking up.

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Alfred found Bruce in the library, looking out the windows.

When he joined his side, he saw what Bruce was looking at: Dick and Y/N laying on the grass of the great lawn, stargazing.

“You’re disappointed in me,” Bruce said without taking his eyes off the two.

“I said nothing of the sort, Master Wayne.”

Bruce frowned. “You don’t have to.”

“She is not another charge, Master Wayne.” Alfred sighed. “Therefore you should not treat her as such.”

“I’m trying to keep her safe.”

“Why do you think she said nothing of the threat?” Alfred countered. “Why do you think she did not believe she could trust you?”

Bruce said nothing.

“You put the safety of Gotham over your own life every night, Master Wayne.” Alfred continued. “Yet you are so spiteful towards others who do the same.”

That finally made Bruce turn away from the window to look at Alfred.

“You owe her an apology,” Alfred finally confirmed. “Even if Master Dick has become rather good at cleaning up your messes.”

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her-world-on-fire · 3 years

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Kisses in the Corridor {Tim Drake x Reader}

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Word Count: 3,604

Request: Could you please write a tim x reader fic where the reader is a superhero (I was thinking like Barry Allen’s kid and the new Kid Flash) and is also Tim’s s/o and maybe Bruce and/or the Flash catch them having sex? 💜

2s. “stop before someone sees!" & 4s. "ten? i only need five."

WARNING NSFW MATURE CONTENT 18+ Tim and reader are 18

I WOKE up to the sound of a loud buzzing. I moved away from Tim’s grip and reached on the nightstand for my phone. I looked back at Tim, he held the same peaceful expression. I squinted at the caller ID and immediately sat up. I tried to be as gentle as possible, not to wake Tim. He was normally a very light sleeper, but he was sleep deprived. I pushed the blankets off and moved out of the room. I gently opened the door and snuck out into the hallway. I looked down at the caller ID once more to be sure before I answered.

DAD

“Dad? It’s 3am, what’s going on?” I whispered, I heard a rustling in the background. There was some kind of conflict, but I couldn’t quite make it out. After a few moments there was silence, then a heavy sigh.“I need your help.”

“What’s going on?” I moved down the hall trying my best to be quiet. “I’m going to send you some files. I need you to get Tim to decrypt them.”

“Okay send them to me and I’ll have him look at them as soon as he wakes up.” I heard a pause from the other side of the line. “When he-” He paused. “He’s with you right now?” I hadn’t exactly mentioned that I had moved in with him. As far as he knew I was still staying with in the house with the others. I faked a yawn. “I gotta go dad, love you.”

I quickly hung up and moved back into the bedroom. I got back into bed and Tim shifted slightly. I moved closer and he put his arm around me again.

I woke up and found Tim looking up at the ceiling. “Did you sleep okay? I noticed you got out of bed last night.” He turned to me, and I sighed. “Sorry I thought I was being quiet.” He chuckled, “Work hazard. Don’t worry about it.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “Well it was my dad.” He squinted his eyes. “Why did he call you at 3am?”

“He wanted me to send you some files he needs decrypted.” I handed him my phone and showed him the files. He hummed and sat up. “I’m sorry I know you just finished your project-” He shook his head and get out of bed. “I really don’t mind. I’m sure your father wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.” Tim grabbed his laptop and connected my phone. We moved into the bathroom and got started on our morning routines.

Tim’s was straight forward, he wanted to brush his teeth and get to work. I on the other hand had a few steps. I tried to make Tim do them with me as much as I could. “Come here.” I grabbed his face and massaged a gentle cleanser. Wearing masks almost every night didn’t work wonders for out skin. He waited patiently until I was done. I applied some moisturizer, “All done.”

He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. “I’ll get the coffee started.”

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Tim spent most of the day working on the files. When it was time to leave for patrol I had to pry him from the computer. “It’s time already?” I nodded and moved to get up. He stretched and then looked around.

I held out his suit and he sighed in relief. “What would I do without you?” He pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes raked over his toned chest. He had come a long way. He used to be lanky, but he had put on a lot more muscle in the past two years. Whatever shape he was in, I loved him.

Truth be told I was still getting used to his chiseled features. I gave him once last glance. “If I stay here any longer we’re going to be late.” I handed him his suit and moved out of the room. I grabbed my phone and noticed a missed call.

DAD: I’ll be by Friday afternoon, Bruce needs me to speak at his proposal. Looking forward to talking to Tim.

As if Tim didn’t have enough on his plate. I still had another 3 days to prepare Tim. I decided to tell him tomorrow. I put my phone down and Tim emerged from the bedroom. We met Dick at the coordinates he gave us. Dick left for the night leaving the two of us in charge. Tim had wired the police scanners to our headsets. The night moved slowly.

That was until the 3rd hour.

“10-44. Any units between 4th street and Palmdale?” Tim and I exchanged looks, stolen vehicle. We were only a few minutes out. Tim used his grapple, seeing as we were nearby. I got there a few minutes before him. “How bad is it?” The scanners had grown more chaotic. This wasn’t a normal stolen vehicle situation. We learned that there were children inside the car when it was taken. On top of it all, the driver was intoxicated. “Can you send out an alert and clear the next two blocks?”

“Done.”

I kept up with the vehicle, doing my best to move civilians out of the path. With the alert Tim had sent out. I was going to get inside the vehicle and stop the driver. “He’s approaching a construction site. You’re going in blind, the city hasn’t updated the maps.”

“Send an ambulance, and make sure the police don’t go into construction.”

“Y/N-” Tim’s voice said sternly. He was too far behind to do anything. “Be careful.”

“Always am.” Now that there were no civilians in the way, I was going to have to get the children out first. He was nearing the end of the map. I moved in and saw two children in the backseat. I needed to take them one by one. It was safer, their bodies weren’t meant to undergo high velocities. I needed to protected them from whiplash.

The first child was a beautiful chocolate haired boy. “Okay, where are you Tim?”

“Magnolia.” He replied immediately. I took the boy and ran him to Tim. By time his older brother blinked I was back. I left them both with Tim and rushed back to the driver. By now he knew that something was going on. He sped up. “What are you doing?” Tim’s worried voice came over the headset. “They’re safe.”

“He could get away.” I used every ounce of my stamina to catch up. I caught up and moved inside the car. I tried to take control, but he wasn’t giving up. The site was less than a mile away. As it grew closer, I saw it was the outline of a building.

If he breached the gates he wouldn’t have time to stop. He would drive through the building’s foundation, which wasn’t secure. It would crumble onto of us. His hand moved to the gun he had by his side. He slammed the gun into the side of my head. I felt the warmth trickling down the side of my face. I threw a punch and felt it connect. He fired a shot and moved my head back. He missed. I lifted my head back up and took the gun. and tossed it in the back seat. I looked up, it was too late. We were almost inside the building.

Tim was screaming in my headset. He heard the gunshot. I opened the door and pulled the driver out. I looked in front of us, the building slowly started to crumble. There was still a chance. There was a small opening where the building hadn’t caved in yet.

I had to make a choice. I needed to risk taking him and him slowing me down. Or I could leave him and get out, guaranteed. I had a fraction of a second to decide. I took one look at him and decided to risk it. I held on too him and used all my strength to reach the opening. I was exhausted. Just catching up to him when he was miles ahead had taken it out of me. Now I was bleeding, and drained.

I thought about Tim. Memories of us flashed inside my head. I mustered enough strength to run. I threw the man out and then jumped out of the opening. On impact, I knew something wasn’t okay. I had landed on my shoulder. “Tim.”

He was just outside the gates.

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Luckily my body worked hard to fix the broken bone. Being a speedster came with its perks. Fast metabolism, and healing. By the time Bruce’s proposal came around, my wounds were almost completely healed.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Tim asked once more, hands on either side of my face. “I’m fine Tim. I promise. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He sighed, he had seen the x- rays. Physically I was fine. “Fine but if you start to feel even just a headache, we’re coming back.” I nodded and he looked over my face again.

I stuck out my hand and he placed a kiss on it before intertwining our fingers.

We arrived right on time. Tim’s part of Bruce’s proposal was one of the first points. He had to go set up in Bruce’s office. “I’ll be right back.” He took his files and rushed up to the office. I joined Dick, Jason and Damien in the lounge. “Hello, boys.”

They looked up and Dick’s eyebrow’s knitted together. “Are you even supposed to be out of bed?” I laughed, “Dick it was just my shoulder. I’m fine.” Damian snickered at his brother. Dick looked at between his brothers. Jason had a smirk on his face. “What?”

“Speedster. They heal 20 times faster than us.”

“He got promoted to lead of the biotech department of Wayne Enterprises a few weeks ago.”

The boys bickered. My eyes scanned the room for my father. He was incredibly hard to miss. “I’ll be back.” The boys didn’t even turn in my direction. I walked to the other side of the lounge. He turned to me and then patted his college on the shoulder. He approached me, a big smile on his face. “Hey dad.” He opened his arms and pulled me in for a tight hug. I groaned, “Little too hard.” I gasped and he let go. “Sorry, I just haven’t seen you much.”

“I know. I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to visit.” He nodded and looked around. “Where’s Tim?” I pointed to Bruce’s office. “He’s setting up.” My father raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know he was part of the presentation.”

“Wow. That’s fantastic.” He genuinely was impressed. After all he had a background in bio medicine. He knew how hard the work was. “We’ll I’d love to talk to him about it.” I laughed, of course he did. “You can come by our place after and I’m sure he’d talk your ear off.” He turned to me. His eyes narrowing.

Realization struck, and I cursed internally. Eventually I was going to have to tell him, but I was hoping back at home. In front of family and witnesses. Before he could say anything. There was an announcement on the overhead speaker. We were ushered as the presentations were about to begin.

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Tim did fantastic as expected. He kept the crowd engages and said everything perfectly. He approached me as he walked off of the stage. I clapped along with the crowd. He greeted me with a kiss. “You did amazing Tim.” We walked to the back of the room. He didn’t want to interrupt anyone. He gestured for the door. He took my hand and I followed after him. We closed the door behind us and stood in the corridor. Tim let out a deep breath.

He still wasn’t used to speaking in crowds, and this was a lot larger than he was used to. “Are you alright?” He nodded, “I’m glad it’s over.” He moved to take off his tuxedo jacket. I watched as his arms contracted. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

He put his jacket over his arm and looked over at me. A small grin on his face. “What?” I shook my head and sighed. “How much longer is this?” He looked at the clock. “We still have another hour.” I looked up at him. His piercing blue eyes were fixated on mine. His hair wast neatly parted down the middle, every strand perfectly combed in place. He moved closer and put his hand over the wall near my head. “What’s got you all flustered Y/N?”

I took a deep breath, my eyes fixated on his lips. “You, Drake.” He smirked and pressed his lips against mine.

Barry looked around the room, and noticed the absence of Y/N and Tim. He turned to Bruce. “Where are they?” Bruce looked around. No sigh of them. He looked at the cameras on his watch. He didn’t see them. Bruce shook his head. The two got up and moved into the lounge. Damian, Jason and Dick were there for security. He knew no one would get past them unnoticed.

“Have either of you seen Y/N and Tim?” Bruce asked. Dick and Jason looked at each other and then shrugged. Bruce sighed, so much for security.

“I think I saw them go-” Damian spoke nonchalantly. He looked in front of him, behind Bruce and Barry Dick and Jason were trying to tell him something. Quite frankly, they looked like idiots. They were shaking their heads violently waving their arms back and forth. Damien squinted as he tried to read the boys lips. Dick mouthed something he couldn’t quite make out. Bruce and Barry exchanged looks, they turned around and saw Dick and Jason conversing casually.

“Damian?” Jason motioned for him to keep his lips zipped. A smirk grew on Damian's face. He wanted to see it all play out.

Dick and Jason tried. They weren’t quite sure what they were up to but they knew it was nothing good. They tried to stay in Tim’s good graces, in the blink of an eye Tim could hack everything they owned. As for Y/N, they knew there would be no escaping. Y/N could catch up to them anywhere. In short, they didn’t want to piss either of them off.

They had noticed their brother couldn’t keep his hands off of his date. They were two hyperactive teenagers, it didn’t take rocket science to figure it out. They watched as Damian’s smirk grew. He hadn’t figured it out but he knew it would get Tim in trouble and that was enough for him. “They went down the hall and up the elevator.” Bruce gave a short nod and the two went off.

“Well, we tried.” Jason shrugged, and took a swing of his drink. He wasn’t going to deny that watching Tim get his ass kicked by a speedster wasn’t funny. “Should’ve choked the little bastard.” Dick sighed, the two could only wait.

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“Tim.” I let out a shaky breath, trying my hardest to keep quiet. “Stop before someone sees!" We were in a building full of people, at any moment someone could walk down the corridor. Tim chuckled against my neck, “You really want me to stop?” I bit my lip, he was right. I didn’t want him to stop. I was just worried about being caught. “The next presentation starts in 10 minutes.”

"Ten? I only need five."

At this point I threw all common sense out of the window. I took his hand and we were in his office in seconds. I had closed the door behind us. Tim smirked, “In my office? You little-” I interrupted him by kissing him. My hands moved from his hair and down to his suit. I quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, and my hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

Without breaking the kiss i discarded his dress shirt on the floor. His hands moved to remove my clothing. We broke away for a moment to catch our breaths. He picked me up and moved us to the couch. His lips reconnected to mine once more. I straddled his waist and moved against him for friction. My hands moved back down to the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down and ran my hands up and down his length.

He let out a groan. “Fuck.” He got rid of the rest of my clothes throwing them across his office. I didn’t waste time in scolding him. I lowered myself down onto his length. We both let out a sigh, all of our pent up frustrations released. Tim’s hands moved back to my waist. He lifted me and then slammed me back down onto himself. I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving wet kisses before moving to whisper in my ear. “They’re all down stairs, I want to hear you.”

Tim loved hearing vocalization, he couldn’t get enough. He knew every part of my body. He knew exactly what to do to get what he wanted. He speed up, and hit just the right spot. I gave in. “Oh god.” We were both breathing heavily. Sounds of pleasure overtook the room. Our bodies moved against each other hungrily. Tim smirked as he moved back to my neck. He moved right to my sweet spot. “Fuck,Tim.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving small red lines, He pulled away from my neck, satisfied by his work. His lips moved back to mine and speed up again. I felt a growing knot in my stomach each time he moved in and out. Sensing I was close he sat up and took control. He thrusted up into me, over and over, and I grew louder each time. “Please, Tim.” I could feel his thrusts becoming more sloppy, he was close. My orgasm came soon after, my body gave out. I shook against him. He helped me ride out my high. He came and I felt his warmth spread in my core.

“Y/N are you okay-” The door burst open, in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to lock it. Luckily Tim reached for his shirt. He quickly used it to cover me. “I thought you were hurt or dear god.” Barry looked at the ceiling, trying to avert his gaze.

“TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!” Bruce’s voice echoed off the walls. Surely the boys down stairs were snickering. “In your office of all places.” He rubbed his hand across his face. Neither of us knew what to say. “Get dressed. Now.” Bruce said sternly before slamming Tim’s office door.

We moved off of each other and tried to find our clothes. Of course Tim in desperation had scattered my clothes. I was kind enough to leave his nicely by the couch. We quickly got dressed and opened the door. Bruce crossed his arms over his chest. Barry glared at Tim.

“Hey dad.” I smiled nervously, he sighed deeply. “I don’t even know where to start. I’m so-”

“Did you finish uploading the files before you-” Bruce couldn’t finish the sentence, Tim pulled the hard drive out his pocket and handed it over. “Go.” He waved us off and I watched as he placed a hand on my father’s chest. I motioned for Tim to go, and I approached my father. Bruce looked between us and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He nodded, a silence washed over us. Neither of us sure what to say. Finally, he broke the silence. “So, you really love him?” I looked back at Tim who was having his talk with Bruce. I smiled and nodded. “I really do.” It gave Barry comfort. He had seen the strength of the connection when he first met Tim a year ago. He knew that they were growing up, it was inevitable. After all, he was a teenager once. He knew what it was like to be deeply in love. For now, all he could do was try and forget this ever happened. Tim approached us. I looked back and forth between the two. For a long moment there was just silence. The two held eye contact. “I expect to see you during the holidays Timothy.” Tim nodded, “Of course sir.”

We went back down stairs. Damian snickered, and Tim shot a glare at his brothers. Dick and Jason pointed to their youngest brother. “If either of you breathe a word...” Tim trailed off, his threat looming. His older brothers nodded. “And you,” He turned to Damian. “I’ll end you.” I placed my hand on Tim’s chest. He backed away and stood up straight. “You know he-”

“Thank you for the drive, you helped save a lot of people.” And with that he was off. Tim breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought he was going to kill me.”

“I know. In time, let’s just get through this.” Tim sighed, “Fine.”

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scattered-winter · 3 years

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So the last two posts about the Batfam and health have made me think about how they would stretch and relax after a hard day of crimefighting.

Recovery is really important for people who are very physically active, because their muscles are doing all this hard work, and they need time to unwind and recover from that. Recovery days are just as important as workout days, even if they seem like they don’t do much for you. I’ve been thinking about how the Batfam would spend their recovery days, so please accept this senseless drabble <3

Bruce

He’s been doing this a long time, and he knows what works for him. He’s also considerably older than the other vigilantes in his city, so Bruce stretches out his muscles very slowly and gently. He’s moderately flexible; not like Dick, but he isn’t stiff, either. He can touch his toes without bending his knees, and if he stretches and warms up first, he can touch the ground, too. Maybe he does some arm swings or torso twists, to stay loose, but nothing extreme.

Since Bruce wouldn’t know “relaxation” if it bit him on the ass, he usually spends his recovery days in the office, looking over cases while putting ice or athletic tape on sore muscles.

Dick

He’s the most flexible person in the family, and of course he loves to flaunt that. He doesn’t just touch his toes, he can place his palms flat on the ground. Behind his ankles. And he does it All. The. Time. Dick does his stretching while watching TV or something else where he can just sit and stretch out without having to move much. Jason walks in the room and Dick’s just laying on the floor in the most complicated yoga pose like “..’sup.” He also likes to hang upside down from the chandelier in the main room at the manor and go through his acrobatic stretching routine

When he’s not stretching, Dick is either taking a nap or taking Haley out for a walk or light jog. Something to get his blood pumping, but nothing that’ll really make him dig deep.

Jason

He’s not flexible At All. Jason’s workout routines and fighting styles are more of the heavy-lifting muscle-type stuff, so what he lacks in speed and agility he makes up for in raw power. He can’t touch his toes (Dick teases him ENDLESSLY) but he does like yoga. He’s not super great at it, but it helps him stretch out and relax when all else fails

When he’s not stretching, he’s rolling out his muscles and taping them when needed. Jason’s also very fond of chocolate milk.

Tim

He’s very meticulous about his recovery days. He knows what stretches are best for him, and he’s pretty flexible, too. Tim can 100% touch his toes, and he’s trying to get flexible enough to touch the ground, too. Tim also likes yoga, but he does it more as his time to be by himself and think than to actually stretch out. He doesn’t really do yoga with people, except Cass, but they just kinda vibe in silence. She does her thing and he does his, and they’re great

When he isn’t stretching out, he’s looking over cases with Bruce. He’ll always have some kind of sports drink with him, and he and Bruce will just hang out together

Damian

He’s probably one of the most flexible people in the family. Not on Dick’s level, but he’s pretty damn close. Damian can easily place his palms flat on the ground, and he sometimes stretches out with Dick while they watch TV together. Dick’s been getting him into animated shows like Avatar the Last Airbender. (Damian pretends to hate it but he’s secretly completely obsessed. He wants a space sword And a boomerang now).

When he isn’t stretching out or taking care of his body, he’s painting or drawing. Sometimes he dips his bare feet in paint and just walks across the canvas. Once in a while he gets out his charcoal and accidentally smudges it all over his hands and face so he looks like a kid dressing up as a commando soldier for Halloween. (I just have a lot of emotions about Damian and art okay)

Cassandra

She’s the second most flexible. The only person more flexible than her is Dick. They have flexibility contests for shits and giggles. Cass also just stretches out Anywhere. Y’all know that part in B99 when Rosa Diaz is just casually doing yoga poses in the weirdest spots? Like on top of shelves? And inside closets? Yeah. That’s Cass. She scared the shit out of Tim once when he was coming downstairs in the middle of the night for a drink of water. She was in the pigeon pose on top of the fridge. (Tim: *filling up a glass of water* Cass: hey Tim: *screaming*)

When she isn’t taking care of her muscles and body, Cass is chilling with Tim. While he’s doing yoga, she’s just watching bad action movies and judging the special effects and fighting choreography

I might do another post like this later. Idk. I’m currently having a lot of fun looking at superheroes and vigilantes through the lens of an athlete, and thinking about what they would need to do to keep their bodies at their best

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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Moonlight II

Genre: DC/Marvel Crossover

Relationship: Older!Damian Wayne x Adopted Stark!Fem!Reader

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Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, swearing, canon typical violence

Description: You are the adopted daughter of Tony Stark, Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne. Your two fathers hate each other which by extension should mean that you and Damian are on less than friendly terms. The issue? You’ve been dating for little over a year and have been keeping it a secret. What will happen if your fathers figure it out?

A/N: I actually hadn’t planned on this ending the way it did, but as I was writing it this is just how it happened. Enjoy!

Morning light shown through your window the next morning a few minutes before your alarm went off. Your mind drifted back to the night before with Damian sneaking into your room and inviting you out for an afternoon with his brothers. Excitement coursed through you at the thought of finally meeting them. You quickly got up and began preparing for your day, you were almost done when there was a knock on your door.

When you opened it you discovered Pepper standing there with a bright smile on her face, “Good morning honey, Tony and I were just about to have breakfast, did you want to join us?”

You glanced back at your clock and saw that it was only eight thirty, you had plenty of time to eat before going to meet Damian, “Sure Mom.”

You grabbed the rest of your things before joining Pepper. It had taken you awhile before you had started calling Pepper “mom”. When Tony had first adopted you, you weren’t sure what he and Pepper wanted. It had been some time since you had had a family and you weren’t sure what Tony’s motivations were. Did he just want to look good to the press? Did he want to ease a guilty conscience? Did he just actually want a kid?

Then Morgan had come along. You thought for sure that that would be it for you, they had their own kid now, they wouldn’t want you. But that they hadn’t treated you any differently and you came to think of Morgan as your own sister. You were fiercely protective of her and she loved you to death. She was currently staying with Peter while you and your parents were in Gotham.

Tony greeted you with a hug and a kiss to your temple and began blabbing on and on about the gala the night before. Your mind drifted to Damian and how good he had looked in his suit. Then it went to the stairwell and the night before in your room, you only broke out of it when Tony cleared his throat, “Earth to Y/N, you still with us kid?”

You chuckled nervously, “Sorry just got a little lost in thought is all.”

“Care to share with the group?”

You shook your head, “Oh I was just thinkin’ about all the things I want to get done today. We leave in two days so that’s not a lot of time to see the city.”

“You could always come back later with your friends,” Pepper suggested. “I’m sure a vacation would be good for you.”

You smiled at her, “Yeah, you’re right, it would be nice.” You glanced at the clock on your phone and saw that it was creeping closer to nine thirty, you had to be at the park by ten to meet Damian. You stood and said, “Thanks for breakfast, but I want to go ahead and get a headstart on today. I’ll see you at dinner.” You kissed Pepper on the cheek and gave Tony a hug before dashing out of the hotel room.

Tony looked at the door you had just exited from and said, “I don’t think she wants to be around us any more.” Pepper merely patted his arm and went back to her breakfast.

You on the other hand were rushing to the park that Damian had mentioned. You were a little worried that someone may see the two of you together, but you honestly also couldn’t care less. Sometimes you were tired of hiding the truth from everyone. You loved Damian and you wanted the world to know that fact, but you worried about what Tony would think or do when he found out. You also wondered if Bruce would be understanding or if he would forbid his son from seeing you as well.

You shoved those thoughts from your mind, you didn’t want them affecting your mood any. Today was going to be a good day. And when you made it into the park you immediately saw Damian, he had a baseball cap and sunglasses on trying to hide who he was, but you knew. You could spot him anywhere. He had spotted you as well and you noticed a smile growing on his face as you raced over toward him. Your arms wrapped around him and he gently lifted you off the ground a few inches.

“Hello beloved,” he whispered in your ear before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Hi,” you said, a grin stretching across your face.

Someone cleared their throat and you could have sworn your heart stopped. You had been caught. It was too good to be true. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Dami?”

You looked over his shoulder and saw his three brothers standing there all three of them with amused expressions on their faces. Damian practically growled at their words. Knowing that his brothers knew about the two of you made things a little easier. It was like Peter knowing that you and Damian were dating. The two of you needed someone to turn to when things were tough.

You had almost told Pepper one day when you and Damian had had a fight. You needed a motherly figure to go to, but you weren’t sure how she would feel about the two of you together. She wasn’t like Tony, but would she lie to Tony? You weren’t sure, so you decided to keep it a secret.

You had gone to Natasha despite never really talking to her.

She was in the training room at the Avengers' Compound and you approached her nervously. “Nat, could I talk to you for a moment?”

She had paused what she was doing and turned to you, giving you her full undivided attention, “What can I do for you Y/N?”

You rubbed your arm and said, “If I share a secret will you promise not to tell Dad?”

Natasha’s interest was piqued, “I mean as long as you aren’t in any danger then yeah I can promise not to tell him.”

“I’m dating Damian Wayne,” you said and you watched as her eyes lit up. “Oh God, please tell me you’re not going to use this against me?”

She chuckled, “I promise not to tell him or anyone else. How did this even happen?”

You launched into the tale of how you and Damian had been sworn enemies, always competing against one another and how it had turned to friendship and then to what it was now. You told her about the fight that you couldn’t even remember now, and she gave you her opinions.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all,” you told them with a bright smile. “Damian talks about you a lot and I’ve been begging him to let me meet you all since you found out about our little affair.”

“They were supposed to give us a few moments alone before ambushing you,” Damian said, his tone clearly stating how unamused he was with his brothers. “But clearly they didn’t take my feelings into account.”

“You’ve been keeping her to yourself for over a year now,” Dick said, his easy going smile never slipping from his face. “We just wanted to meet her.”

Tim nodded his head in agreement, “Don’t get mad, Dami. She’s only here for a few more days and then she’s on her way back to New York.”

You poked Damian on the side, “They have a point, Damian. I don’t mind meeting them now, we have plenty of time to be alone together.”

He still looked disgruntled but you let the boys show you around Gotham. They had an SUV with tinted windows to hide who was inside. The boys were recognizable and so were you. The five of you would be on the front page of all the gossip magazines by tomorrow and everyone and their mother would know that maybe you didn’t play into the whole feud your fathers had going on.

You could see the headlines now:

Real-life Romeo and Juliet with Children of Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark

Y/N Stark and Damian Wayne Making Headlines as Secret Affair

How Long Have These Star-Crossed Lovers Been Together?

You wondered how long it would take Tony to kick you out of the house and never speak to you again. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Tony, he deserved to know. It was just that you didn’t know what he would do when he found out the truth. You knew how much he hated Bruce Wayne, and to be fair Tony didn’t think straight on a lot of things when emotions ran high. He would definitely say something that would hurt and he might regret later.

But knowing your father he would be too proud to admit that he was wrong.

Damian noticed the look on your face and nudged you, “You okay?”

You smiled and took his hand in yours, “Yeah just thinking.”

“About your dad?” He furrowed his brow, the two of you had had many talks about your fathers and their reaction to the two of you coming clean about how you weren’t really enemies.

You leaned your head back and blew out a breath, “I’m just… worried.”

Damian squeezed your hand and said, “Whenever you want to tell him, I’ll be there to support you. And if you want to tell Father first we could while you’re still here. He may put on a show of hating Stark, but I don’t think he’d begrudge you.”

“Damian’s right,” Dick said from the driver’s side. “Bruce looks like he would be the type to throw a fit and tell Damian to get out, but he’s actually not that big of an asshole.”

You laughed, “You saying Stark is an asshole, Grayson?”

“If he doesn’t I will,” Jason turned and grinned at you making you laugh. “No offense.”

“None taken, I know my father can be less than welcoming and let his mouth get him into trouble.” You didn’t have enough fingers to count the times your father had gotten into trouble because his mouth had gotten the better of him. “I just wish I knew if he would be okay with us. That he wouldn’t let the feud get in the way of realizing how happy I am.”

Leaning over Damian kissed your cheek. “So should I set a course for the manor?” Dick asked.

“It’s up to you,” Damian said. “Father will be discreet.”

Taking a steadying breath you said, “Let’s do it.” The boys cheered and Damian once again squeezed your hand to let you know that he would be with you every step of the way.

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mochegato · 3 years

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I Can’t Fight This Feeling

Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 4

The Gotham air was clear and crisp and so very still. Noises from traffic and strays rummaging through trash floated up, filling the otherwise empty air. The peace was barely broken by the sound of two sets of feet landing on the rooftop. They stood there awkwardly shuffling next to each other for a few minutes. Finally something seemed to break and Red Hood removed his helmet, still not making eye contact with his companion. Nightwing looked at him for a second before following suit and removing his domino mask. They were far enough up that nobody could see them and if Jason wanted to talk eye to eye, Dick wasn’t going to deny him.

When Jason still hadn’t spoken a few minutes later, Dick took the initiative and spoke first. “Thanks for helping us today. I don’t think we could have handled it without you,” he clapped Jason on the back.

“You would have been fine. You would have figured it out,” Jason shrugged. “You always do.”

“Not easily. Not without a lot of pain,” Dick corrected him.

Jason chuckled. He gave him a skeptical look from the corner of his eye. “First time I’ve been accused of not being a pain by you guys.”

Dick laughed and nodded. “It’s been a while.” He paused and watched Jason for a few seconds. “It felt nice… working together again. I missed this.”

Jason looked out over Gotham. “Yeah, wasn’t so bad. Don’t think B was too happy though.”

Dick grimaced at the reminder. “Bruce, he… you know he doesn’t approve of your tactics. He isn’t sure how to handle you, what to expect. And the bat on your chest. It makes it seem like he approves of your methods.”

Jason nodded. “Not going to lie. That was the original intent. To mess with B as much as possible. Cause as much pain as I could. But that’s not why I use it now. The bat… I use it so the kids don't get scared. So they know they can trust me.” He sighed, his eyes flicked over to Dick quickly before returning to the skyline. “But, I think they’ve started to figure me out. They know who I am now, so I can change that. I can take it off, use something different.”

Dick shook his head. “No, you keep it. I’ll smooth it over with Bruce.”

Jason nodded absently and kept his gaze focused on the city. He shifted anxiously for a few moments nervously twitching. Dick eyed him curiously. He couldn’t remember the last time Jason looked nervous. Angry? Yes, he’s seen that a lot. Annoyed, most definitely. He’s even seen surprise and fear. But he didn’t think he’s seen nervous since before… well, just before.

“You know, haven't killed anyone in a long time, right?” Jason asked quietly.

Dick’s eyes widened in surprise. He had noticed, but he wasn't sure if it was intentional or a tactic to lull enemies and Bruce, though Dick wasn’t sure if Jason considered them as separate categories, into a false sense of security. Dick kept his eyes looking out over the city, matching Jason’s gaze. Jason was starting to open up, just starting to show some vulnerability, and Dick would be damned if he scared him off now.

“I did notice,” he nodded slightly. “I just didn’t know the reason behind the change.”

Jason looked down again, shifting even more nervously now. The sounds from the cars below floated up to them, filling the silence between them while Jason collected himself and prepared for the rest of the conversation. “I'm getting married, Dickie bird.”

Dick gasped. His head whipped to face him. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even figure out what he wanted to say, Jason continued. “And she's good, Dick. She's really good. She used to be a hero, but doesn't remember it. So when you meet her, you can't say anything. I’m only telling you so you understand just how good and trustworthy she is and B can never know.”

Dick stared at him, mouth a gape and eyes wide open. When? Did Jason say ‘when’? He had heard that right hadn’t he? “…too good for me,” Jason continued, ignoring the effect he was having on Dick. “But she won't let me say that in front of her. It's almost like she actually believes it, that I deserve her.” He chuckled ruefully and shook his head at the floor. He looked up at Dick searchingly, like the lost little boy Dick remembered from his childhood.

“Can you believe that? Somebody actually believing that. She's everything we were ever supposed to be, but better. She’s more compassionate than you. She’s smarter than Tim. She’s more creative than Damian. She’s braver than me. She’s perfect.

“And you know how when you actually meet someone that you think really highly of and actually spend time with them, you start to realize maybe they're not as amazing as you thought they were? That they’re just human and they have issues and failures just like the rest of us?” Dick nodded absently, still focused on Jason saying ‘when he got to meet her.’

“She's not like that,” Jason continued. “I met her. I’ve spent so much time with her. Hell, I'm living with her now. And the only thing I’ve learned is she’s even more amazing than I originally thought. She is everything to me. She makes me want to be better, but never asks me to be because she already thinks I am. She’s seen me at my worst and she still thinks… she still loves me.” He looked up at Dick with tears shining in his eyes. “Can you believe that? Can you believe someone thinks that?”

Dick gave him a small smile and pulled him into a tight hug. “Yeah, Little Wing. Yeah, I can.” His grin grew wider as he replayed the words in his head. Jason was happy. He was really happy. He was loved. His baby brother was getting married. He let out an excited laugh. “You’re getting married.” He pulled away to look in his eyes. “Tell me you proposed in an over the top romantic way. I’d hate to think all those classic, romantic novels were for nothing.”

Jason chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. “I did,” he assured him. He settled down on the edge of the building and patted the space next to him for Dick to join him. “Lots of flowers and candles and nostalgia. She cried.” He clasped his hands together in front of himself and smiled into them.

“You did too, didn’t you,” Dick teased knowingly.

Jason shot him a halfhearted glare but nodded. “Yeah, yeah I did.”

Dick sat with him for a few minutes just basking in being able to sit next to Jason peacefully for the first time in a long time. Finally, he looked over at Jason with a curious look. “So, she’s the reason you stopped killing? She asked you to stop?”

Jason shook his head then bobbed his head to the side instead. “Yes and no. She’s the reason, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I stopped before she knew what I did exactly. I stopped before she found out. I stopped before I disappointed her.”

“Does she know…” he vaguely motioned to Jason’s costume.

“Yeah. I told her. She knows everything. She isn’t thrilled about a lot of it… almost any of it, but she never left me. So… she knows who you guys are too.” He grinned at the memory. “She said the butts definitely don’t match. Batman has padding.” He pursed his lips in a pretend annoyed face. “She said Nightwing’s matches though. She wants to know your workout.”

Dick barked out a laugh loud enough for it to echo down the street. Jason narrowed his eyes at him and pointed at him warningly. “Yeah, so keep your ass away from my fiancé.”

Dick laughed louder and threw his arm around Jason’s shoulders and pulled him into a side hug. “I’ll make sure to only face toward her at all times when we meet. No turning around.” He nodded in mock seriousness.

Jason shoved him away playfully and groaned. “Don’t make me regret this, Dickwad.”

Dick laughed again. He grinned over at Jason. He’d missed this. He’d missed this connection, the banter, the brotherly teasing. He’d missed Jason. “So… has she met anyone else? In the family, I mean.”

Jason gave him a mischievous grin. “Oh, she’s met all of you, you just didn’t know who she was.” Dick looked at him questioningly, his mind started racing through all the women they’d met for the first time in the last year. Having had two galas in that time frame and a launch party and quite a few charity events didn’t help narrow down the possibilities. “She won’t be a new face to you. But, Alfred knows who she is. He’s met her. He’s the only one that knows about us. Alfred loves her.” He grinned again remembering them together. His eyes lit up at the memory. “They bake together. He taught her how to shoot a shotgun.”

Dick barked out another laugh. “No way! He won’t even teach us.”

Jason smiled pointedly at him. “Bruce won’t let him. But, Bruce doesn’t know about her and he doesn’t control what happens outside of his manor.” After a few minutes he looked down and furrowed his brow in thought. “She really likes you guys. I think she and Tim would be good friends if… if I… if it wasn’t for me. That’s one of the reasons… Family is so important to her and I want to have one with her someday. So I thought… I thought maybe I should start with the one I already have.”

Dick nodded. “It sounds like she’s had a big impact on you.”

Jason smiled back and stood up. “She has. So, dinner? Tomorrow?”

Dick stood up next to him and gave him another hug. “Definitely. Just let me know where and what time. I’ll be there.”

“And Dick?” Dick turned back to him questioningly. “I don’t… I’m not ready for anyone else to know yet.”

Dick nodded in understanding. “They won’t find out from me. See you tomorrow, Jaybird. Can’t wait to meet your fiancé.”

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“You’re back earlier than you expected,” Marinette noted with a smile as she looked up from her sewing. “Is that good or bad? Quiet patrol?”

“Yeah.” Jason answered absently. He ripped off his helmet and jacket. He threw them both on the chair as he made his way over to Marinette. She squeaked as he picked her up and placed her in his lap. He buried his head in her neck. “Hey, Pixie.”

Marinette immediately dropped her fabric and wrapped her arms around Jason. She slowly stroked his back and gently scratched his head in an attempt to comfort him. She nuzzled into his hair. “Hey. Are you okay? What happened?”

“It was fine. I’m okay,” he assured her, hugging her a little tighter. “I just ran into Dick tonight.”

She sucked in a breath and tightened her arms around him. “Oh?” she tried to force her voice to stay casual despite the way her heart was racing.

“Yeah.”

Marinette waited a few minutes before continuing on. “And how did that go?”

Jason pulled away from her so he could see her face. He brushed some hair over her shoulder and settled his arm back around her before he spoke again. “It went well actually. He noticed that I changed. He’s really excited to meet you.”

“Oh? You mentioned me?” she asked carefully. She knew how he felt about sharing any part of his life with is family. Hell, she knew how he felt about his family in general so if he was sharing about her, it must have gone really, really well.

“Yeah… and I… um… invited him to dinner tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.”

Marinette’s heart stopped for a second. He invited his brother to dinner. He invited his brother back into his life. This was… this was huge. “I’m okay with it. How do you feel about it? Are you okay with him coming here?”

Jason settled his chin on her shoulder. “I’m nervous… but excited. I’m looking forward to it... I think. I just… I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

Marinette pulled away from him just far enough to cup his face gently. “The only one disappointed in you, is you. And you are far too hard on yourself. You don’t deserve the way you treat yourself.”

“And B,” he added.

“Fuck Bruce,” she grunted before pausing. “Not in a sexual way, obviously.”

Jason huffed out a laugh. “Obviously.”

She stroked his cheeks gently. “Parents make mistakes. They have flaws and foibles just like everyone else. You don’t become a parent and suddenly you’re perfect. All the same flaws and foibles you had before are still there, just amplified by stress and fear of making a mistake. But those aren’t yours to take on. You aren’t responsible for his flaws.”

Jason chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Foibles, huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Oh yeah, talk literary analysis to me, baby. Break down those characters for me.”

Marinette pushed his face away with a groan. “Nerd.” He laughed and hugged her closer. Marinette looked back up at him adoringly and smirked. “Just focus on the chaos when he finds out it’s me.”

Jason grinned back at her. “He’s going to be so annoyed. You’ve been working with them for months and he never knew.” He chuckled at the thought. “It’s going to be brilliant.”

Marinette laughed along with him. “You should make sure to take a picture.”

Jason turned back to look at her. His smile turned loving. “You’re brilliant.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“You are.” He moved his head closer to hers. “You’re brilliant” He kissed her forehead. “…and beautiful.” He kissed her cheek. “…and brave.” He kissed her other cheek. “…and… um… benevolent.” He kissed her jaw. “… and…”

She grinned at him and moved her lips until they were just a few centimeters from his. “Run out of attributes already?” She looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. “Shame.” She stood up and walked out of the room with a flirty glance over her shoulder.

“Hey!” he called after her. “I wasn’t done. That was just the B’s.” He grinned as he watched her swish her hips as she walked down the hallway. “Come back here and let me love you, woman!” He jumped over the back of the couch and raced down the hallway after her.

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hey! how knowledgeable are you on stephanie brown? because i got in a bit of an argument with a dc fan on reddit who claims she's all these awful things, but im still relatively new to steph and i want to see what was true and what wasn't. link to screenie right here: https://ibb.co/vh6CYCJ

these may be matters of opinion, but even then, i'd like to know your take. i haven't read her firsthand often enough and i trust your judgement over this random redditor who seems to have some sort of blonde-woman related trauma left untapped.

I'm not necessarily the most knowledgable on her in the world, but I do know a decent amount because she's one of my absolute faves and I love her

But ohhhh boy that screenshot is a lot.

I will say that several of the things this person brings up are based in canon but are taken in the worst faith and framed in the way that makes her look as bad as possible, if that makes sense? It’s ripping things away from any context, because there's a very clear bias against her here.

I'll go through it point by point under the cut

First of all though before digging into this, I want to make it clear she was a 15 year old for the majority of the things this person is talking about. Like just pause for a second and remember she’s a 15 year old victim of abuse. That is something that I think factors into a lot of her behavior! Anyways, I kinda while doing this got into a ranty 'talking at you' format in response to the person who wrote all that, so don't take any of this as me yelling at you who asked the question/you anyone reading this.

"She always acted entitled" - Saying Steph is entitled is absolutely ridiculous to me. Stephanie grew up with a very unstable childhood due to her dad frequently being in prison and her mom dealing with a drug addiction, living in a lower class part of the city. Tim is entitled. I don’t mean that as like a bad thing about him, but he is based on his living situation, she is not. She has wanted life to be better for herself and her mom, and is determined about that, but she is not and does not act entitled.

(Secret Origins 80 Page Giant)

"and stubborn" - I will give you stubborn though, that one is true. She’s stubborn as hell! I don’t really see that as a bad thing though, pretty much every bat is stubborn?

"demanding that Batman and Robin accept her untrained ass" - Steph may have been untrained in fighting but she's shown to have exceptional gymnastics skills from the start, and at one point Bruce even says that with the right training she could be as good if not better than Tim (in Robin #88)! So like... her realizing she enjoys trying to be a hero after she tried it out to deal with her personal business, so she looks to the local experts… and is determined about it… how is that a bad thing? It’s also not like she walked up to them and said ‘im perfect as i am let me in’ what she wanted was a chance to be a hero. But she also wasn't even really looking for approval, either, not having Batman's blessing was never going to stop her. ("So excuse me if I don't jump when you bark, Batman." in Robin #16) Later when Bruce does bring her in to train (and she also gets to train with the BoP) she's excited! She’s stubborn about wanting to be in the hero business, but it’s not like she’s unwilling to work for it.

"advocating leaving criminals to die because they 'deserve it'" - She’s a 15 year old who grew up knowing firsthand how dangerous Gotham criminals can be because of her dad, of course off the bat when they’re in a dangerous situation where any of them could die (because that’s the context here, this is in Robin #35 where they’re trapped in some super dangerous snow) she thinks they shouldn’t go back for another criminal who just tried to kill them and should instead save themselves. But she also literally WITHIN THAT SAME ISSUE then says she realized she learned something after listening to Tim and trying to save the guy! In the same issue! Characters in a story aren’t supposed to be perfect from the start… they learn things along the way???

(Robin #35)

"trying to steal from the shops they just stopped from being burglarized" - She’s 15 and doesn’t have a ton of money. She was gonna take two sodas, and when Tim said not to do it she paid with very little fuss. They stopped people who were robbing the place at gunpoint for prescription drugs. If you can’t understand the difference in severity between those things like… I do not even know where to start. (this situation is in Robin #56 btw)

"forcing physical affection onto Tim despite his visible discomfort and repeated objections (not even stopping when he told her he had a girlfriend)" - This one I will give you because she did cross boundaries with all that! But I do also want to clarify that she didn't start coming onto him until after Tim kissed her first (in Robin #5) while not telling her he had a girlfriend. That doesn’t excuse her later actions but for the first issue that she’s coming onto him from her perspective he expressed interest and she was just returning it! She even specifically says 'Maybe I should pay you back for saving my life the same way you paid me' (in Robin #16) before kissing him. That first time she kissed him unprompted was under essentially the same circumstances he kissed her unprompted, and she literally did not know about Ariana until after the fact. From that point once she knew about Ari she definitely should have backed off and she didn’t, that’s a very fair thing to criticize about her as a character. But Tim lead her on first, and I feel a lot of people like to casually forget that when talking about this situation. The way this is phrased of ‘not even stopping when he told her-‘ implies she was repeatedly doing the bad behavior before he told her, which is not the case. She still did bad things here but don’t misrepresent the situation.

"And lashing out at Tim, her mother, and her classmates in violent fits of anger" - Every comic book character lashes out at other people for the sake of drama like, I dare you to come up with a well-known superhero character who hasn’t done shit like that to a partner/family/friends in a moment of high tension/stress?

"She treated the girls around her like they were stupid bitches" - frankly this ones a little too vague like, I'm not sure off the top of my head exactly what they're talking about? in that era right around her pregnancy and stuff I really don't recall her being mean with other girls? I could be forgetting something I guess but the closest I can think of is a bit after this period of time when she has the confrontation with Greta in Young Justice but that was Greta attacking her first, not the other way around.

"got insanely jealous if Tim so much as expressed concern about another girl" - Steph getting jealous and thinking Tim was cheating isn’t that crazy when STEPHANIE BASICALLY WAS THE OTHER GIRL DURING TIM’S LAST RELATIONSHIP? Tim has cheated a little bit before! Tim cheated on Ari with both Jubilee from Marvel (during a crossover thing where he even mentions Ari specifically so it’s not like this was out of continuity/a setting she wasn't an issue or something) and also with Steph. While most of the kissing between them was Steph coming onto Tim which I wouldn’t count as cheating on his end, he did still kiss her which I would count. Not to mention that the jealousy thing (I imagine they’re talking about the instance with Star, the girl who taught Tim to skateboard, this arc of stuff starts in Robin #80 and continues for a few issues) is happening during the time she’s dating him while she still doesn’t even know his real name. He literally has a whole other life she doesn’t know about, and is someone who has initiated romantic moments with other girls while in a relationship multiple times before! With that in mind I don’t think a 16 (she's def 16 by this point) year old girl being kinda paranoid about how he interacts with girls he might know in his civilian life is that unreasonable? The later big instance with jealousy is the Darla situation- where Steph sees Darla kiss him and gets mad about it (and doesn’t talk to him about it) and thats what prompts her to become Robin. The important thing to remember about Steph in this time frame is that DC decided she had to die and they wanted to make her Robin first to drum up more attention for that death. They were doing ooc things with her to set those pieces in motion, and that needs to be taken into account. I think her getting upset about seeing something like that isn’t even ooc, but her using it as motivation to become Robin and not even saying anything to him about it is. In the earlier instance where she’s upset/jealous about Star, she does communicate to him what’s going on at least a little bit on the rooftop after they’d saved her. She makes it clear the thing she was upset about is that she feels like she can’t trust him because she doesn’t really know him while he knows everything about her, and that’s why she thinks he’s cheating. Her reaction to the Darla thing is not in line with how earlier in canon Steph would have handled the same situation, because they wanted her to die and needed a way to explain her becoming Robin.

"and expressed that jealousy by accusing him of cheating and throwing things at him" - I just addressed the cheating stuff but the throwing things was fucking slapstick oh my god this is a comic book for kids/teens like. ah yes this is horrible abuse in this little funny montage of how Steph wants him to leave her alone because she’s mad at him and he refuses to give her space

(Robin #82)

I don’t think anyone at DC or even in fandom would/should try to argue she’s perfect, because she’s not! And I don’t want her to be because perfect characters are boring. Steph is flawed, Steph has been compared in canon to Robin-era Jason by Cass & Bruce

(Detective Comics #790)

And I think these highlight some of her very real flaws that are an interesting part of her character. These plus her stubbornness and determination are part of what makes her her.

And for fuck's sake the world was mean to her, and to act like it wasn’t is just blatantly ignoring a lot. A criminal father who made her life really difficult (‘when my dad was mad at me he’d lock me in the closet!’), that time she got kidnapped for two weeks and her mom had left her (a 15 year old) alone at home so long she didn't even find out it happened (in text Steph says Crystal was visiting friends, a lot of people interpret that as her mom possibly being in rehab for her addictions again), that whole thing about how one of her dad’s friends tried to sexually assault her as a child, also just how due to her dad's work sometimes criminals would be living in their house (Literally the fucking Riddler at one point!), the fact that we as an audience watched her get tortured for several days because a plan she tried to enact to prove herself backfired since Batman didn’t trust her with important information (something Selina even calls him out on in her internal narration), like… sorry but in what way is all that not the world being mean to her?

She was Robin, she dated Robin, she likes Eggplant (because purple would've looked stupid), and makes jokes. She’s also impulsive, headstrong and determined, and wants to prove to herself and others that she can be more than just the daughter of a shitty criminal, that she can actually be a force to do good in the world.

She’s a complex character, and nobody is required to like her, but to act like she doesn’t have a single redeeming trait is ridiculous. You could write a paragraph like that with the worst moments of basically any character and make them look like shit if that's what you were setting out to do.

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Summary: Siblings are the last thing on Marinette’s mind as she begins her frantic search for Tikki. Really, she can’t even consider them siblings, not yet. But they’re along for the ride, whether she wants them to be or not.

Duke doesn’t know what to make of the current situation.

He’s always known that the Waynes are crazy, insane, even, but he loves them all the same, in the begrudging, cautious way he cannot shake. (This approach has served him well over the years, allowing him to avoid multiple schemes that Tim or Jason typically start up to rile up Damian. From there, everything is guaranteed to snowball. The only time things get really bad is when Cass gets involved.) To him, it’s always been a bit uncanny how similar all the brothers looked, despite the fact that none of them shared blood. All of them had the same sharp jaw, piercing blue eyes, chiselled cheekbones and defined bodies. Only Tim and Damian differed slightly, with Tim having a dancer’s figure instead of that of a body builder or demolitions expert, and Damian having green eyes instead of blue. It’s also disconcerting that everybody the Waynes are more intimately involved with have some sort of alter ego. He often joked with other members of the Justice League that heroism ran in Bruce’s blood.

With the new addition of Marinette to their family, he has to say that he’s been proven right.

A girl who had absolutely nothing to do with the Waynes in any capacity other than the fact that she and Bruce share blood becoming a hero. The leader of a team. Fighting supervillains at the age of thirteen.

He’s very, very glad that he was not adopted by or shared blood with Bruce. He doesn’t think he could have handled being a superhero at age thirteen. He can barely handle being Signal now some days, and he’s an adult. The amount of responsibility on Marinette’s shoulders is difficult to understand. To be the sole wielder of magic that can revert an entire city back to its original state. To bring people back from the dead.

Dick is strangely quiet. A car is driving them from a pit stop near a zeta tube to Marinette’s hospital.

Hands down, Dick is the most sane male of the Wayne family, not including Alfred. But there are times when Duke sees the weight that he carries. All the times that he refuses to talk about the burdens that he bears. Moving forward with a smile when he’s in pain. When he gets in a mood like this, he’s hard to read. But given the circumstances, it’s fairly clear exactly what’s bothering him.

“He’s known about her this entire time,” Dick says, tinted windows allowing Duke a glance at his expression, carefully devoid of any telling emotions. “Nineteen years. He kept her a secret.”

“It’s Bruce.” The man is known for keeping secrets.

“Yeah, but Marinette is family. She should have been, at least. And now…”

Now she’s all alone when she should be surrounded by people that love her, praising her for her victory, for how she shouldered so much responsibility at such a young age. But by bringing her to a hospital in America, she’s been cut off from her team, and any support system she should have had is gone.

“You and her,” Duke says, looking for a way to comfort him. “You’ll get along. You’re similar, after all.” After they brought Gabriel and Lila to the a top security prison and sent Emilie to a hospital that couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her, they got two files from Tim. One detailing Ladybug and all of her exploits. The second, detailing Marinette’s life.

Duke has watched the videos. Has watched how Ladybug leads by example, comes up with the plan and begins the execution. How she shoulders more battles than she should.

He’s seen Marinette pull people together with a smile on her face, even while she’s running on empty after a strenuous akuma attack.

Dick and Marinette are alike.

“We’re too much alike,” Dick says. “I suspected for a long time that Bruce had another kid that he wasn’t telling us about, but I thought that if he was keeping her away from us, then maybe she’d have a shot at leading a good life. A normal life. Not the one she got. Sabine’s— Bruce’s biological daughter shouldn’t be somebody like me. She deserves better.”

Duke is acutely aware that Dick’s parents were also murdered, but whatever relation he had with Sabine is something he’s never been willing to talk about. There are pictures in his apartment of a petite Asian woman with a soft smile standing next to him, but whenever asked about her, Dick never gives a straight answer.

“Nobody has the ability to change the past.” Duke claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder. He sags imperceptibly under the weight.

Well— actually, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities, given the fact that magic, aliens, and metahumans all coexisted, supplemented by the fact that multiple members of Marinette’s team do have the ability to travel back in time, but that’s another matter entirely. There’s not a lot of information on the Miraculous, and all of their knowledge is coming from Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Zatara, and even the three of them don’t know everything.

“But you have the chance to do good by her. Be a good older brother, like I know you are.”

A thin smile appears on Dick’s face. “She’s going to need more than just one good influence on her life. And Damian is better, but you saw how he looked at her when Bruce brought her through the Zeta tubes. Tim’s not going to react well either, and Jason is a wild card. She’s not going to get the support she needs if she stays with us.”

Duke crosses his arms, knees brushing up against the back of the car seat. “The only person whose actions you’re responsible for are your own. Don’t worry about them. If they don’t like her, they’ll just avoid her.”

That’s certainly not true— all of the members of the Wayne family are notorious for going hard after all of the things they don’t like. But... it’s comforting to hear. Sometimes temporary and known lies are much nicer than harsh realities.

She’s gone.

All of her belongings are missing, the IV needle is hanging from the stand, the window open, and Marinette is missing from her bed.

At least she left a note?

Be back soon — Marinette

“Great,” Duke mutters under his breath. “Another incredibly vague, cryptic Wayne.”

Dick’s face turns to ash. “Her legs. Her head. She can’t go out so soon. Hold on, maybe Barbara can pull up some footage.”

“On the bright side, there’s no blood,” Duke says.

“That’s not a bright side.”

“It is,” Duke argues. “She fell in the worst places possible, right on top of that broken glass casket. If she’s not bleeding that clearly means she didn’t pull her stitches on her mad escape out.”

When Ladybug fell, they’re not exactly sure what happened, because the screen showed Ladybug collapsing almost gracefully. When they arrived on the scene, she flickered between Ladybug and Marinette as her earrings beeped. Her legs were slashed from falling on the glass with a seemingly unnatural force— simply falling would not have garnered cuts that large— and her head was twisted at an odd angle, debris bloodied beneath her.

Somehow, the Miraculous Cure seemed to be working backwards. Not from the epicenter out, but rather from the edge of the damage, in. It worked slowly, every mile taking minutes instead of mere seconds. It hadn’t happened before in any of the battles.

It was useful in apprehending Hawkmoth and Pavona, who were still knocked out. But Marinette, even after the Miraculous Cure washed over her, didn’t get healed. Her injuries didn’t revert. There was still a gash on her stomach from Hawkmoth’s cane, still muscles exposed on the back of her legs and blood on her neck. When she was first brought in, the doctors feared that she may be permanently incapacitated.

Good at keeping to her word at least. She came swinging through the window with worry on her face and grief in her eyes.

“I need to go back to Paris,” she says.

Dick will undoubtedly say no. He’s a very protective person, and Marinette is the center of his current efforts.

But she doesn’t look injured. He eyes her stance. She’s standing with no effort, walks with no limp. No hospital dress, no blood on her neck, no bruises in all of the places he was expecting them to be. Marinette does not look like she just faced a world ending threat less than twenty four hours ago. She certainly doesn’t look like she’s permanently lost the use of her legs. There’s the familiar Wayne Brand Stubbornness in her eyes— no way she’s not Bruce’s kid— that tells him that she’s going to get to Paris one way or another, and that they’re either lucky they were even notified in the first place or that she wants to use a resource that they have that she does not have access to. It’s fairly obvious what that resource is, considering that Paris is nine hours away by any normal plane and it sounds like she wants to get there in minutes, and not hours. Duke also knows that if they don’t take what she’s offering now, she’ll use an alternative method that definitely won’t be as nice or clear cut.

He jumps in before Dick can say anything. “We’ll take you as long as we go with you every step of the way.”

Oh, he’s going to get in so much trouble for doing this. Dick is looking at him with his Disapproving Dad glare, and he can imagine Bruce going into brooding silence when he hears that Duke allowed this to happen.

Marinette’s lips pinch together, but she nods. “Where’s the nearest zeta tube?”

Barbara gets Dick’s text and sighs in frustration.

She’s already got her hands full with watching Tim, who’s spiralling trying to find information about the Miraculous, muttering under his breath in the way he does when he gets a particularly hard case to crack. He’s gone through six cups of coffee in the last hour, and he kicked off his research with a combination of 5 Hour Energy, Monster, three packets of sugar, and 10 caffeine shots. Soon, she’ll have to start limiting his caffeine intake, but right now it’s clear that any attempt to get him to stop his research now will fail spectacularly. At least she’s not in charge of Damian and Jason. Wherever they are, they’re definitely on the move and not happy.

She never thought she'd be able to say she’s happy about being paralyzed from the waist down, but she certainly doesn’t want to be chasing after one of the two hellions. Cass definitely has her hands full and whoever’s watching Jason— wait, is anybody even watching Jason? Typically Roy gets stuck with Jason-sitting duty, but he’s been out for a while.

Barbara groans. Jason is probably on his own, wreaking havoc.

Great.

She’ll deal with that later, even though she has no doubt she’ll regret that decision, but if Marinette is gone from her room, Dick needs the footage, and somebody needs to find where she is. The nurse put in her latest report that her legs were almost healed and that she didn’t show any signs of a concussion, but Marinette was in bad shape when she got admitted to the hospital. Even though Barbara doubts that there was any misdiagnosis, given that Bruce sprung for a VIP room in one of the pricier hospitals, in a world where magic and aliens are present, who knows what’s true or not.

“Tibet!” Tim jumps up from his hunched over position for the first time in hours. “I’m going to Tibet, the closest zeta tubes are three hours by car away, but I can get somebody to loan Wayne Industries a helicopter while I’m over there.”

“Sit down, Tim.” Barbara takes her glasses off and pinches the bridge of her nose. Why can’t Bruce rein in his children? Why is she the one stuck babysitting? “Marinette left her hospital room.”

That certainly gets Tim to put the brakes on his movements towards the zeta tube in the bat cave.

“What?”

“I said, she left her hospital room. Just sit down while I send the information over. It’s not going to do you any good to rush into things anyways.”

A quick review of the surrounding CCTV shows that Marinette didn’t travel far, just around the hospital. She’s looking for something, calling out for it, too. Barbara grabs that file and slows it down so she can read her lips. “Dickie? Do she and Dick know each other already?”

A quick text back to Dick reveals that Marinette has already returned to the room and—

Oh, hell.

“Well,” Barbara pushes her laptop away from her, letting Tim watch the files she’s pulled up. “It looks like we’re taking a family trip to Paris.”

Somehow, Marinette almost manages to lose all four of them within the first four minutes of roaming around Paris.

Luckily, their family has an almost absurd amount of luck between all of them (not all of it good) and the person Barbara was half sure she could only find in prison, beating up Hawkmoth and Pavona, runs into Marinette on the streets and herds her back to them.

“Lose something?” Jason asks, arm slung around Marinette’s shoulder, the smaller, younger girl looking rather upset at having her plans thrown off.

“I told them that they could follow me,” Marinette argues without much real bite. It’s not my fault if they can’t keep up, is the clear meaning of her statement.

Again, Barbara is very impressed that the barely nineteen year old somehow managed to shake off vigilantes with decades of experience with ease. But it is, at least, partially due to her disability. Every time she goes out in her wheelchair, her heart aches a little, especially as the civilians she passes eye her with pity. Barbara doesn’t want pity. Doesn’t need pity. She shouldn’t feel anything when people look at her like she can’t keep up, because she can keep up.

Most of the time, anyways.

It doesn’t matter how she uses her tech skills to modify her wheelchair and deck it out with all the equipment she could ever need, or that she can easily get up to speeds rivalling sports cars for short periods of time before the power runs out. When she’s stuck in her wheelchair, she loses the maneuverability she had when she wasn’t paralyzed.

She couldn’t follow Marinette through the alleyways because she was stuck. Barbara was the one who noticed her escape first. If only she were more capable, she could have—

But it’s okay now. Jason ran into her. Marinette is back with them.

“I need to search for something, and none of you can help.” She’s not intentionally being rude when she says it, and if anything, sounds apologetic. Barbara sees the similarities between Marinette and Bruce. It makes a lot of sense that the two of them are father and daughter, when the two of them are so insistent on keeping major issues to themselves. Marinette twists herself out from underneath Jason’s arm, clutching her purse. Her head doesn’t move, but her eyes are wild.

“We can help,” soothes Duke, ever the voice of reason. “You know who we are.”

“And I’m guessing you’ve all either deduced who I am or have been told my identity,” counters Marinette. “Which means you should know why I can’t have you helping me.”

Barbara and Duke exchange pointed glances.

“That’s not really clear to us, actually,” says Barbara. Marinette isn’t moving, but the way her shoulders tense makes her believe that the younger girl is ready to run at the drop of a hat.

A small group of people from the parade on the streets tumbles into the alleyway they’re resting in. They smell like cheap booze and sweat.

“What are all of you doing in this alley?” one says, after he finished vomiting up his last (very colorful) meal. “You should be out there partying with the rest of us! Celebrating Ladybug and her team.”

“Fuck Hawkmoth and Pavona,” says another solemnly, with neon face paint and pigtails with glitter string intertwined. “Their defeat should be celebrated by even the darkest souls.”

Jason, easily amused by their antics, looks very willing to join them. “Yeah Marinette, we should be celebrating Ladybug not—”

As one, everybody looks at the place where Marinette was, just moments ago. The alley is decidedly empty of a small asian girl with blue eyes and pigtails.

“Fuck,” Jason curses.

“Fuck is right,” Duke agrees, placing a hand over his temple.

Marinette manages to disappear for three hours.

Three full hours.

“She’s good,�� Tim says, typing into the holographic computer embedded into his sleeve.

Paris’ CCTVs are painfully easy to hack into, though he suspects that the lack of attention to them may have to do with the fact that everybody in the city is celebrating. Policemen, politicians, artists, students, scientists— people from all walks of life are in the streets today, screaming and shouting and being free for the first time in years.

He spies more than just a few dozen people bawling their eyes out within a few minutes. But that’s not surprising, considering how long Parisians have had to suppress their emotions for.

Dick and Barbara are still in the midst of profiling Marinette, trying to determine the most likely places where she’d stop by, either as Ladybug or herself. All of Ladybug’s usual haunts are decidedly devoid of the young heroine, though Tim does manage to catch a good amount of footage of the other young heroes like Carapace and Rena Rouge, who are most definitely in a relationship based on their makeout session on top of the eiffel tower (one of the first places Tim checked), Viperion, who seems to be the only one from Ladybug’s team to be seeking out the crowd which seems rather atypical considering that the hero never frequented interviews or was spotted on news coverage all that frequently, and Chat Noir and Queen Bee who Jason insisted were in a relationship as well, though the rest of them believed they were only embracing each other out of comfort— Chat Noir looks like he’s been crying for hours, and Queen Bee looks like she’s barely holding it together.

Ryuko has not shown up on camera once today. Neither has Ladybug.

The second place Tim checks is the bakery. She is not there either, though another girl is. It doesn’t seem like the girl has any ill intent, but Duke is more than happy to pull up past files to see if she’s been there before, if she has any reason to be there, and who exactly she is.

Just as Barbara and Dick are debating the chances that Marinette would be at Le Grande Paris, she walks past one of the cameras focused on Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie. Tim has the system rigged up so that any facial matches for Marinette automatically alerts the room. He hadn’t been able to replicate that with Ladybug’s face for some bizarre reason which is why he, Barbara, Dick, and Jason are manually combing through the areas where Dick and Barbar think she may be (magic is why, but Tim has always believed that technology can be used against and with most forms of magic) so it’s lucky that she enters as Marinette.

“Kagami Tsurugi,” Duke says triumphantly. “She visited often when Tom and Sabine were still alive. Potential candidate to represent France or Japan for Sabre in the next Olympics. Definitely friends with Marinette.”

“Thank God,” sighs Dick. “Now let’s get over there.”

It’s truly, truly unfortunate that they set up shop quite a distance away from the bakery.

They take too long to arrive.

Perhaps it was a mistake, telling Kagami first.

No, not just perhaps. It was a mistake. A bad one.

But Kagami was pushing so hard, and Marinette was so tired and so alone without Tikki at her side, without the knowledge that her parents would be waiting for her. Kagami pushed and pushed and pushed about why the house felt so empty, why there was dust on the floor, why the bakery was closed for so long, and where were Tom and Sabine? Why weren’t they there for the team yesterday, when the battle was won, when they knew how important it was to be there for Adrien who had just lost all three of his parental figures?

The moment the words fall from Marinette's lips, she knows she shouldn’t have revealed it at that moment, because Kagami draws in on herself, lips turning downwards, hands curling into fists.

Kagami has come a long way from the girl she was in lycèe. The thrill of victory is still something she enjoys, but not something she needs to feel secure in her place in the world. She has trouble expressing her emotions, but when it comes down to it, she communicates everything necessary to understand why.

With the news of Tom and Sabine’s death, she withdraws into herself, shifts back into that thirteen year old Marinette first met. Logic and rationale thrown to the wind in favor of cold anger.

It’s no secret that Ryuko, Ladybug, and Viperion are the main strategists of their team. Viperion, out of his duty of using Second Chance and his ability to keep a level head in the face of constant death. Ladybug out of necessity as her position as team leader and the power of Lucky Charm. Theoretically, the two of them should have been enough. But over the years, Kagami became Marinette's favored confidante; though Ladybug trusts all of her team to keep a tight hold on any information she gives them, Kagami is one of the few who is able to pick apart a given situation and transform the monsters they face into manageable pieces.

Today, it is Kagami who has broken to pieces. Very angry, razor sharp shards that seek to hurt.

“You lie to the media, tell them a pretty tale of how they died due to a break in. Why do you avoid pinning their deaths on Lila as you should? To absolve a quality woman from guilt?”

Marinette can’t look Kagami in the eyes.

Her parents deserved a peaceful death. To pass on in old age, hand in hand. Not looking on as a family member died, in fear of what would happen next for their daughter.

“The police know. The judges know,” Marinette protests weakly, but without much eight behind her words.

Kagami just scoffs. “Tom and Sabine were kind people. To not tell the media what truly happened— that’s preventing Lila from getting the full force of what’s coming to her. What happens if she gets out of prison one day? Without any real deaths to her name, she could just flee to another country to escape it all. And when another person loses their life because of her…”

She doesn’t need to finish her sentence. If somebody else gets injured in any way, shape or form at the hands of Lila Rossi, it’s Marinette’s fault. Marinette gets what Kagami is trying to say. She thinks the same thing, after all.

“My parents would not want their death publicized in that manner.” It’s the truth, but it’s said so weakly that the words come off as little more than a weak defense, and Kagami takes the words and twists their truth.

“You know little of your parents, considering that you’re their daughter.” Kagami stands stock still, not a single extra muscle moving. “Perhaps if you spent more time with them as Marinette instead of unsuccessfully gallivanting around as Ladybug, you’d have realized that Tom and Sabine admire truth above all else, even if it is painful.”

Kagami does not ask a single question about where Marinette was last night, or how Marinette felt over the loss of her parents or when she saw all those she held dear lying still on the ground after Hawkmoth and Pavona’s final attacks. She just purses her lips and sweeps out the door.

And then she’s gone, and Marinette is alone once more.

The bakery is bone-achingly quiet.

Every step Marinette takes creates such a disturbance in the peace that moving hurts.

But she can’t stay here. She can’t stay here. She does not deserve to stay here. Kagami is right. Marinette was a bad daughter. She could have prevented their death, could have given them justice sooner, could have—

And Marinette can’t breathe. She tries to, she tries so hard to, but she chokes.

She kneels down on the floor— Kagami is right again, the place is dusty, because Marinette couldn’t bring herself to use the living room and kitchen without her parents, could barely bring herself to sleep in her bedroom because she knew that her parents were not sleeping soundly in the bed below hers— and scrabbles at her throat, vision coming in and out.

Her legs burn. She knows that during the final battle, her legs were cut towards the end of it, and they should be healed, she should be okay now, she’s better than this, she’s—

Somebody gathers her in their arms. They smell slightly of Lotus flowers, just like Maman, and cradle her ever so gently.

Marinette’s eyes open— black hair, greyish eyes filled with understanding and love and—

She can breathe again.

She falls asleep.

“Cass?” Dick’s eyes widen at her unexpected appearance at Marinette’s home.

“I thought you were on Damian guard duty,” Barbara says, fixating on the red around Marinette’s eyes and the barely dried tear tracks on her face.

“Where’s that Kagami girl?” Jason scuffs his shoes on the hardware floor, silently marking the footprints on the floor and getting a general idea of what occurred before they were able to get here based on Marinette’s current state and the other girl’s absence. “I want to have some words with her.”

Cass inclines her head sharply, eye sparking with anger. Jason’s fists rise unconsciously— Cass rarely gets angry, and whenever she gets angry at a specific person, that means they’ve done something very, very wrong— ready to hunt down Kagami. Marinette sniffles and shifts in Cass’ one armed embrace, to which Cass places a finger over her lip and shakes her head, a universal sign to be quiet.

Jason scowls but settles down.

They’re quiet as they wait for Marinette to wake.

@biodad-bruce-month

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@emark7 (i will have the edited version of these on ao3 eventually but i think the link to ch 1 on this one works)

where i ended this doesn’t feel very good but ehhhhhhhhhh my writing process is summary then word vomit that barely correlates which means nothing makes sense unless i edit but looking back at my work makes me cringe so at a crossroads yayyy

also can you guys tell which prompts ive written these for because i’m curious

#bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #bio!dad bruce #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne #duke thomas #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #barbara gordon #tim drake #cassandra cain #batfam

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mosswillow · 3 years

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Routines (Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader)

Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark!, Noncon/dubcon, vaginal fingering, punishment, spanking, Stalking, voyeurism (kinda), masturbation. Contents may be disturbing to some, read at your own risk.

Summary: You run into Sam at the grocery store one evening decide to catch up. He wants more though and won’t take no for an answer. You’re his and it’s only a matter of time before you realize that.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N This is part of the Dark!Avengers collection that follow how different Avengers lure in and kidnap the reader. You can read any of them as stand alones but I would encourage you to read them in order if you’re going to read all of them.

Routine has always been something that’s kept you grounded, everything in your life revolves around it. After an entire life of uncertainty you relish knowing exactly what your life will look like day in and day out.

You pick up a container of eggs examining them for cracks before placing them in your basket and heading to the cash register. You always enjoy your weekly trips to the grocery store. You’ll go home, crack open a bottle of wine and stick a frozen pizza in the oven while catching up on your favorite tv shows.

“Y/N?”

You whip around seeing him, Sam Wilson. He looks so different yet somehow still the same. The last time you saw him you were both children, playing in the streets and coming home after dark. He has the same cheesy grin and arrogant demeanor. His eyes are what make you pause. They’re the same as the little boy you once knew but also deep and hardened, cracks of unknown struggles glimmer past the dark brown outer layer. He looks at you like he knows something you don’t. There are secrets behind those eyes that sit just below the surface, threatening to come out and knock you off your axis.

“Sam?”

“It’s good to see you. I heard you got a full ride to NYU, You’ve always been so smart.” Sam says.

You nod and smile.

Yeah, I actually work at a non profit now, well I run it really. But what about you, what have you been up to?”

“Well, what are you doing now? I’d love to catch up if you have time.”

“How do you feel about frozen pizza and wine?”

“Sounds right up my alley.”

Sam walks you home, taking your groceries from you and carrying them up the stairs and into your apartment. He helps you put them away and you pour two glasses of wine and start the oven up.

“How have you been Sam.” you ask.

“I can’t complain.” He says. “But you, you look amazing.”

“I’m happy.”

You talk for hours, reminiscing on old times. It’s been so long since you’ve had this much fun. Your eyes tear up as you laugh at Sam's jokes. It feels easy with him. You can just be yourself, no pretence, and it’s refreshing.

“We should do this again. Maybe a date next time?” Sam asks.

“Oh, I… I just got out of a relationship, I need to take some time to myself before dating again.”

“Oh no, I get it.” Sam gives a smile that covers almost all the hurt.

He takes your hand and gives it a kiss before disappearing down the hallway. You feel a tightness in your chest, an anxiety you didn’t realize was happening until now. It feels like butterflies, you don’t remember the last time you felt butterflies.You take a few deep breaths and head to bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

You think about Sam, how his tight shirt stretched over his muscles. How he looked down then rose his eyes up, looking at your through those eyelashes and giving the cutest smile. You may not be ready for a boyfriend but you can’t help getting at least a little turned on. You pull your vibrator out of your bedside table and lower it to your clit, closing your eyes and indulging in wildly inappropriate thoughts.

It’s the first time you see it, the drone. You notice it outside your window and immediately throw the vibrator across the room and sit up. The drone moves past your window and you run over, looking out, but It’s already gone.

---

At first you think it’s a fluke. Maybe it’s some kid at your building. Maybe it was just a bird and you just thought it was a drone. You start seeing it more often though, at your window and outside of your apartment, it gets to the point where you keep your blinds closed. You’re sure it’s just a kid but it still freaks you out. You used to like looking at the night, the light of the city like year round christmas lights but now you live closed off.

You don’t start really worrying about it until you see it one day in the park. You’re doing a Saturday morning run and notice it out of the corner of your eye. It zips away as soon as you look its way, disappearing behind a building. You sprint back to your apartment and close the door, locking it and taking deep, painful breaths. Your phone rings and you pick it up.

“Hey.” you say.

“Hey, you ok? You’re out of breath.” Sam says.

“Yeah I just got back from a run, what’s up.”

“Oh, I thought maybe you’d want to come over to my place tonight if you’re free. Just to catch up like before.”

You look at your watch.

“Um, sure why not.”

“Awesome, I’ll send you the address.”

You stare at your phone as the text comes in realizing that the address is for Stark Tower.

‘Wait? Stark Tower?’ you text back.

‘Yeah you’re reading it right, I work with the Avengers a lot, I’m staying there for now.’ Sam replies.

A red flag raises in your head. It feels weird that he wouldn’t tell you he was living with the Avengers. You push it away. It probably just didn’t come up, or maybe he didn’t want to get into the conversation.

---

You arrive at the tower as the sun sets. Sam meets you at the entrance, smiling wide at the sight of you. He takes your coat and hangs it up when you reach the massive avenger floor, and leads you to an impressive kitchen. You take a step back when you see Thor sitting at the counter.

“Ah, this is her?”

Sam laughs and pats Thor on the back.

“Y/N, this is.”

“Thor, I’m a huge fan.”

Thor nods as he gives a half smile.

“We’ll see.” He laughs

Thor takes his plate to the sink and waves goodbye before leaving you alone.

Sam makes you a fancy Steak dinner and you eat together. You tell yourself it isn’t a date but know it is. It has that exciting feeling to it, the fluttering heartbeat when he looks at you too long, the awkwardness to the conversation that comes from nerves. You actually feel ok with it. You thought you wanted to stay single a bit, but sitting here now with Sam you feel ready to start dating, or at least to think about dating.

“We’re good together.” He says.

“I think so too.”

Sam looks you in the eyes and takes your hand.

“I’m going to marry you.”

You grab your hand back and give him a look of bewilderment.

“I’m sorry what?”

“It just feels right with you, we’ve known each other for years. tell me you’ll marry me.”

“No Sam, of course I won’t marry you.” you say, enunciating your words like you’re talking to a child.

Sam's face drops and he takes a long sip out of his glass.

“I’ll wait for you Y/N”

“You’ll be waiting for a long time.”

“A month tops.”

You stand up and walk out. He doesn’t try to stop you, doesn’t say anything as you storm out of the tower and make your way home. What the actual fuck. Marry you?

You ignore his texts and calls for weeks, not wanting to give him anything, and turn your mind back to your life. Most of your time is spent working or sleeping until one day you’re approached by an acquaintance.

You met Tim several years ago at a conference and have kept in touch since, occasionally seeing each other at various events or around the city. He’s always been kind to you, treating you with the respect of someone who’s equal. You don’t meet businessmen like that often.

“I know you just got out of a relationship.” Tim says.

“I did.”

“I’m sorry if this is too forward but I’d love to take you out. No pressure if you’re not ready for anything.”

You smile “I’d love to go out with you.”

---

You’re almost ready for your date when he calls.

“Hey, I’m about to head out,” you say, putting the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Don’t bother.” Tim says

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that a crazy masked man told me never to see you again before giving me a black eye.”

You gasp.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I like you but I’m just not in a place where I can handle this.”

“No, I totally understand. Take care of yourself.”

You hang up the phone and grab your coat, calling Sam on the way to Stark Tower. Sam doesn’t answer, instead he appears beside you as you make your way off the subway.

“Are you fucking stalking me?” You ask.

Sam shrugs.

“You’re the one who beat up my date, I know it.” You point your finger at his chest, narrowing your eyes.

“I was across town when that happened. There’s video evidence.”

“Stay the fuck away from me Sam.”

“I’m giving you time but I don’t appreciate you going out with other men, my patience only lasts so long.”

“We’re not in a relationship, we never have been and we never will be.”

“You’re just being stubborn Y/N, you’ll come around.”

You get up close to his face.

“I never want to see you again.”

Sam grabs your wrist, bringing it to his chest and leans into your ear.

“Careful how you talk to me.”

You scoff and pull your hand away, walking back to the subway and heading home. You consider filing a police report but you don’t have enough evidence and even if you did he’s an Avenger and you know how swayed the court system is for the rich and well connected. You decide to call and file a complaint for a paper trail but know it won’t do much good if any. The police officer on the phone almost laughs at you as you explain everything.

---

The next week he shows up almost everywhere you go. He’s at the grocery store and outside your work, on the subway and outside your apartment. He doesn’t approach you, just stand there, looking at you until you finally acknowledge him.

“What are you doing Sam?”

“Just keeping an eye on you before you come to your senses and come to me.”

“No Sam, I’m not ever ‘coming to you’ and I don’t appreciate the stalking. I’ve already filed a police report and will call the cops if I see you again.”

Sam frowns as his eyes bore into you.

“This time tomorrow you’ll be in my arms.”

You recoil.

“Stay away from me Sam,” you say as you back away.

You go to work and sit down, opening your emails and trying to calm down. Before now you’ve been annoyed but now you’re scared. You try to ignore his words and focus on your work but his words nag you all day.

‘This time tomorrow you’ll be in my arms.’

---

a courier shows up after lunch the next day and hands you a letter. You open it and burst into tears as you read through the pages of compelling evidence that your non profit is corrupt. You know it isn’t true but that doesn’t matter. Whoever set this up is a mastermind. There’s a whole list of coworkers implicated in it who would go to prison if this got out, good people with families. Not to mention the non profit dismantling and all the people you help getting hurt in the process. Your phone rings and you stare at Sam's name, letting it go to voicemail.

It rings again and you answer this time, slowly putting the phone to your ear.

“Open your blinds.”

Your legs feel like lead as you walk to your window. you open the to find the drone right outside your window.

“Marry me.” he says.

You hesitate, searching your mind for a way out of this but can’t think of any. You’ll go to prison, the question is if you want to pull in innocent people with you.

“Ok.” you finally say.

“Come on over baby. Bring a suitcase, you’ll be staying.”

You shred the papers and head home, packing a bag and going to the tower.

Sam fits a ring on your hand and gives you a marriage license, which you sign. You willingly quit your job without notice and break your apartment lease, resigning yourself to him. The non profit is the only thing you’ve ever cared about, you’ll destroy yourself before you let it fall.

You sit down at the kitchen counter and put your head in your hands. Sam pulls you up out of the chair and leads you to his room. He circles you, looking at your body like a predator getting ready to pounce.

“Strip.”

You cross your arms.

“No.”

Sam walks toward you and pulls at your clothes.

“You’ll do as I say.”

“I won’t.”

Sam grabs the back of your neck, pushing you onto the bed. He gets on top of you.

“You. Will.”

“I won’t!” you yell.

Sam slaps your bottom hard and you grip the blanket, gritting your teeth. He looks at you as he beats your ass until your face loosens and tears start to fall.

“Want to try again,” He finally says.

“I will,” you whisper.

Sam grinds against you before stepping away and watching as you undress. You slowly undo the buttons on your dress, sliding it down your body before starting on your panties and bra, finally standing fully exposed. He grabs your face and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he slides his hands over your body. He stops at your pussy and pushes a finger in, thrusting in and out. You stabilize yourself against him as he fucks you with one finger and then two, coating them with your wetness. Heat starts to gather in your stomach and your heart quickens as the sensations push your rational mind aside. He pushes you onto the bed, leaving kisses along your body before aligning himself against your opening. You can't help but grip his arms as he pushes into you, stretching you and filling you until you feel like you’ll burst. He gives a sudden thrust and you squeak, locking up. He lowers himself, putting his cheek against yours and slowing down.

“Let loose baby, I know you’ve thought about this - I’ve seen it.”

You relax your body and start moving with him as he begins a harsher rhythm. You let out an embarrassing moan and he smirks thrusting again in the same way until you’re coming undone. An orgasm takes over your body and you buck your hips against him, your pussy clenching around him. As soon as you relax again he starts a punishing pace, holding you down until he finally comes.

“We’re so good together.” He says, gently caressing his fingers down your face. He grabs your chin and kisses you before pulling away and lying at your side. He lets out a contented sigh before pulling you close.

You bite your lip, knowing that arguing will lead to pain. Anguish washes through you as you think about how fast he’s breaking you. You’ve always thought of yourself as independent and strong but now you realize you’re weak. You don’t want to get hurt and so you stay silent, you alway will. You look at Sam and close your eyes

The thing about routines is that once they get broken they’re hard to get back. You think to that day when your routine was interrupted by Sam and realize that you’ll never get it back. You won’t get another night in the comfortable apartment you’ve spent years making a home. You’ll never spend another day trying to stay awake at work. You won’t wave to your neighbor as you check your mail or smile at the old woman who feeds birds at the park. You don’t dictate your routine anymore.

He does.

#dark!sam wilson x reader #Dark!Sam Wilson #dark!avengers #dark!marvel

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boldlyanxious · 4 years

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None the Wiser 9

Masterlist

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Biodad Bruce Prompts:

-dating/love

-pets

-identities

-truths/lies (if you squint but that part will continue)

Marinette was waving bye to her friends before heading home. Alya was following her peppering her with questions about what she thought of Noah and what exactly he said to her. She almost pulled Marinette down holding onto her arm begging for details.

"Oh why do you do this to me? Lycée is wasted on you. I should be single and ready to mingle with all these cute new boys," Alya let out an exasperated groan.

Marinette lifted her hand and waved. "Hey Nino."

Alya turned around frantically looking for her boyfriend. When she didn't see him she turned back and slapped Marinette's arm when she saw she was laughing at her.

"You devil brat! I almost had a heart attack."

"Serves you right. Mooning over the new boys when you already have one who adores you."

"Doesn't seem like I would have a chance anyway. None of them look my way when you are standing near."

"That's not true. You're exaggerating."

"Noah just about knocked Max over in the hall the first time he saw you. You didn't notice because You were watching Adrien."

"That never happened."

"No, it did. I thought him and Kim were going to get into a fight but Kim saw where he was looking and laughed it off."

"Also that is definitely one boy, not every boy."

"He is not the only one. Pretty sure Luka is still pining after you. At least 3 other boys that went to different collèges and then of course Adrien."

"Another blatant fabrication. Adrien only sees me as a friend. You can't even say stuff like that. I need to move past that."

"You have been really distracted lately. You've missed a lot. He always smiled more brightly when you were around but now he watches you a lot."

"Stop Alya. He wouldn't want to date me."

"If you say so. But I think sleeping with his arms around you made him reconsider."

"It wasn't like that. Besides I have had a lot on my mind. I don't know that running off to find love right now is the best idea. It's all so confusing."

Their discussion of Marinette's dating life was interrupted when Damian walked up to them and addressed Marinette.

"You need to come with me."

"She isn't going anywhere with you. You've been an entitled jerk to her at every opportunity." Alya said with a glare.

"What do you need?" Marinette said.

"We can do it here but it might be easier if we were seated."

He gestured to some benches nearby and the girls sat. He tapped at his phone briefly and they saw the excited face of Tim who Damian barely acknowledged before turning back to Marinette.

"I am told that you may be visiting our home soon," he stated.

"That has been discussed and I am interested in the idea," Marinette said.

"I also heard you have always wanted a pet but that is complicated by your residence being attached to the patisserie," he continued.

"This is also true."

He addressed his phone, "Can you show her what you found?"

The 3 looked at the phone where they could see Tim turn it around they saw a ceiling and then a floor that looked like a store before it focused on a shopping cart as Tim talked about each thing he focused on.

"Okay this looks like it is the best enclosure it connects to a series of tunnels and a little cubby as a sleeping area. This wheel for exercise the water bottle, dish, food, and bedding material. All that is left is to choose one."

He focused his phone on the enclosures at what she had determined was a pet store. Marinette could see the variety of hamsters available.

"You are getting a hamster?" Marinette asked.

"You are getting a hamster," Damian clarified. "You just have to pick one."

Marinette was stunned with this gesture from Damian but she didn't have time to consider as Tim went through showing them each hamster that was available. Marinette oohed and ahhed at all of them but then she gasped at the smallest one she had seen.

"Oh it's so little and cute!"

Tim reached in and picked it up and it was even smaller than it had looked because there was another matching one huddled together with it. They both squirmed and struggled to get back to each other.

"Oh not that one," Marinette said. "They are together. They need each other."

"Get them both, Drake." Damian said.

"I'm already on it," he replied.

"No, that is too much. You don't need to do that." Marinette said.

"Nope. They need each other and I'm already doing it." Tim said.

"That is settled. I will have him send a picture when it is set up. When I am home I will give you updates as well as pictures and videos regularly."

Marinette's mouth was slightly ajar at his sudden change in attitude. He didn't wait for her to figure out her feelings, he pushed a card into her hands.

"This is my personal contact information. Use whichever you feel the most confident with and I will send the information that way. Good day."

When he finished speaking he walked off without waiting for a response. Marinette and Alya just stared as he walked away.

"Did that really just happen?" asked Marinette.

Alya just nodded before she too said her goodbyes and went home.

---

It was a little over 2 months from when they originally met the Justice League. Ladybug and Chat Noir had discussed it several times and then again with the Justice League members they had been working with. Today was when they decided to meet at a more private place for their reveal. Batman and Wonder Woman were not really involved. They were just there before to set up the meeting with the team but Hawkmoth wasn't considered to be at their level.

The decision of the miraculous users was that they would reveal to the 4 members they had gotten to know but that no one beyond that would know. They were already uncomfortable with the idea of a reveal and they wanted to control the information themselves. Well, Chat Noir was excited about the reveal. Ladybug was terrified what the reaction of her partner would be. She didn't worry about the Justice League group. She thought it was unlikely that they had ever met but Chat had met her as Marinette to rescue her, when he was disappointed with Ladybug not showing up, and then when she claimed to be in love with him.

The building was a gym under construction so no one would see them. When Ladybug entered she saw that Superboy and Robin were already there and talking. She gave a little wave as she approached them. She had grown to like the pair of them very well over the weeks they had worked together. Superboy was very friendly and Robin was very focused.

She looked over at the other side of the building at a new sound to see Wonder Girl walking up with Chat Noir. Based on their conversation they had just met outside while they were walking up. Greetings were exchanged and Marinette started to ask if anything knew about Kid Flash but as she started she saw his blur zip around the space several times before he joined them half a second later. He handed a flower to Ladybug with a flourish causing Chat Noir to glare at him.

Even though the Justice League members had acted as heroes longer Ladybug still took charge. It was her city and they had the experience with the problems there. They didn't like it at first but her no nonsense focus on the mission without being too uptight when they were patrolling together had made her accepted by all.

She took a deep breath. She was the only one very nervous. The others already knew the identities of their teammates. They had spent the last few weeks explaining situations where it had been useful. She thought they were probably skipping over times when it had not been a good idea. She had been talking with Superboy one night and he had almost let a story slip but he stopped himself.

She looked over at Chat. Maybe he was nervous too. But she could still see excitement in his eyes. She just hoped she would be enough. Their relationship wasn't like the others. He knew her civilian identity and they had worked together for 2 years. Ladybug took a breath and cleared her throat. Conversation stopped and she had their full attention when she spoke.

"Before we do this I want to remind everyone how important it is that the information not go beyond those in this room. It is the choice of each person to decide who knows their identity. If anyone disagrees with that they should say so now."

No one spoke but there were nods of agreement.

"Okay, then on three?"

She paused before slowly counting to 3. She closed her eyes as she detransformed and took a breath before she looked up. She looked first to see the fading green light on Chat Noir to meet the green eyes of Adrien Agreste. She was sure his shock was mirrored in her own. They both opened their mouths to speak but turned at another voice.

"Marinette?"

She turned to see Damian in Robin's uniform. Kid Flash and Superboy she had met at the fashion show but she couldn't remember their names. She had been too nervous to retain anything. She didn't think she had ever met Wonder Girl as a civilian. Surprisingly she was the only one. No one spoke for a moment. Adrien had that look on his face that Chat Noir would get sometimes when he looked at Ladybug. Marinette didn't think she could deal with this. Until one of the others opened his mouth and proved it.

"Isn't that your sister?" Jon said.

"Bruce is going to flip out," Wally added.

"You can't tell him!" Marinette screeched. "You can't tell anyone, especially not him."

"Marinette, what does he mean? I've met your parents. You don't have a brother." Adrien said.

"I-uh. It's complicated." Marinette said. "Actually I can't deal with this. It's just--"

She trailed off as she took several steps back before calling for her transformation and running out. She didn't see the fallout from her escape. They all argued over whether they should go after her and who should go. Cassie called for them to be quiet. She said she would be the one to go after Ladybug. Since she didn't know her it would be easier to calm her.

Wonder Girl flew off after Ladybug. She wasn't hiding but when she saw Wonder Girl headed towards her on the Eiffel Tower she stood up as if preparing to leave.

"Wait," Wonder Girl called out.

Ladybug paused as she landed and turned back towards her.

"Are they all upset with me?" she asked.

"I think it's mostly worried. You have a lot of secrets."

"I don't even like secrets. It feels like lying. I hate lies. A temporary secret like a surprise is one thing but sometimes I feel like my whole life is a lie."

Ladybug sat back down with her legs dangling as she had been before, Wonder Girl sat next to her. They sat there for awhile, saying nothing. Eventually Ladybug started speaking. She started back at the beginning when she first met Tikki and how she didn't even think she would be a good hero and tried to give the powers away. Once she started she couldn't stop. All her years of secrets and fears poured out. Wonder Girl sat there stunned realizing that not only had she not had anyone to talk to who knew but she also was at risk of becoming akumatized and endangering the entire city or even the world. She considered the spotted hero before she gave her first response that wasn't an encouragement to continue talking.

"You need to tell your parents."

**I will probably not use and additional prompts for this. I have a few prompts that will be separate but connected but don't fit chronologically (only one posted so far). But I will keep writing without prompts.

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