#and that’s coming from someone who thinks bruce fucks men. anyway!

[nighhtwing]

guys WHAT is going on here ??!??!?!

[roxineedstosleep]

Thoughts on: the Yandere Batboys finally having a willing darling that actually genuinely loves not only them, but their family. Like a super sweet darling. But then finding out someone like Deathstroke is secretly trying to manipulate them/talking to them now?? Maybe even trying to take them away?? I dream like this and now I can’t get it out of my head- I just imagine someone as smart and as manipulative as Deathstroke of all people actually having a chance to fight the Batfamily..

Highly interesting detail.

After all, we are talking about the Wayne's, they were created as masters of manipulation and investigation. Batman and the whole Bat-family is, after all, from the beginning, a group of detectives who later became heroes or vigilantes.

A detail that, personally, many (including me) tend to forget because of all the action that goes into each of their cases.

So, manipulation and yandere… that goes hand in hand. No doubt about it.

I feel that, after so much time with the family, the SO is, sadly, fucked in the head.

What looks like good intentions are not, what doesn't look like good intentions is actually genuine concern. I would argue that the SO should be in a constant toggle and turn from hypervigilance to denatured disinterest. Something that would ultimately have the family concerned at different levels depending on the current state of their SO.

I mean, if he's in his hypervigilant season, no matter how much he's bequeathed to love all of them, the SO won't take any love or caring comments as such; so all the men in the family will have to act like real Oscar-winning actors and make everything they do look as realistic or sloppy as possible. And, the same goes for when the SO is in his season of disinterest or emotional slump.

I think a bit more like a shelter animal in a high care shelter …. will have its good times, its bad times and its extreme care times… it would just go from one extreme to the other quite often.

Now, this can be bad for the family, definitely, but I don't think so bad when it comes to having to see about strangers or potential dangers.

But, do not get me wrong, SO still loves the family!! Really!

But their head would be a little twisted after all their atemps to scape and that kind of suff. 

Case in point:

Bruce and his kids clearly hate it when their SO overthinks too much about the biscuits they've gotten him from the street; it hurts them a little to see the way their SO eats them and inspects them every so often or chews them to near mush and then pulls them out on a napkin. It hurts them because they know that SO, despite having accepted the biscuits, still thinks he's going to be drugged or something.

O They also worry when SO eats anything… literally anything that is put in front of him. Even when they could care less if the food itself has been pulled from the bottom of the fridge and has specks of mold on its packaging or peel. They even almost had to force themselves to vomit when they saw her nonchalantly eating one of the biscuits Tim had left on the kitchen counter…. a biscuit that had been left there for over a month and that no one had deigned to touch because it was next to his coffee cup (which had also been left behind).

Worse when they hypervigilate interaction with anyone other than themselves?

They feel a little less worried. Well, people are more driven by the concept of "Better a known evil than an unknown evil" anyway.

The only thing that eats away at them is when their OS is actually in total neglect mode. I mean, Damian once told them they could go hang out for as long as they wanted (sarcastically) and then they had to scour the entire mansion and surrounding gardens because their SO took it too literally.

And, when his SO is in a regular or healthier state, I think he would be cautious on a quiet level. He would only let himself be carried away by gossip that has a reason to be justifiable or reasonable. Beyond that I don't know how confident he is of the proposed arguments.

Sure, they'd get along well, and if DeathStroke has a sweet tongue and caramel words, I don't doubt he'd get on a cordial basis with SO, if he's been going along with the Yan Batfam for a while. If it was very early otdo, no doubt SO would actually try to escape with him, follow his words and doubts like a religion; but at this stage of the situation, where SO lives with the family and has so many traumas related to them and his failed escape attempts and manipulation, I think he would see that man more as a sad buffoon believing in his strength.

Even more so if it is from an enemy of his captor. Because, although it may not seem so, the enemy of your enemy is your friend is so unrealistic. The enemy of your enemy may be your colleague… but not your friend in this situation.

DeadStroke against Bruce might have an advantage, but against the whole family, I'm afraid not. Not unless you put a lot of SO on their side.

[dairy-farmer]

Tim goes to a gloryhole because he doesn't believe anyone would like him enough to fuck him so he goes there to lose his virginity. But Bruce, who's obsessively stalking Tim and had been the reason why all his dates failed, finds out and becomes the customer to take his virginity.

Tim liked the gloryhole so he keeps on coming back. And Bruce also keeps on going back to the gloryhole. As such, the only customer Tim ever really have is Bruce. Tim doesn't really mind or doesn't know because after the first few orgasms, he doesn't think he would ever be able to tell the difference.

And that's put to the test when one day, Bruce had to cut their meeting short because there was an emergency. He thought Tim was sufficiently fucked enough that he'll go home after. But Tim didn't go home. Although, his customer has always fucked him until he passes out or his mind turns to goo, even his fucked out brain can tell that this meeting was shorter than usual. So he keeps on begging for the cock to come back. And it did!

Except it wasn't Bruce's cock. It was the Red Hood's. And Tim couldn't even tell the difference. He's just happy that someone is fucking his cunny. He thinks the customer was just teasing him.

For the next couple of weeks, there was an uptick in emergencies in Gotham. It took a long time for Bruce to realize that it was Red Hood who's behind all of this. Although unhappy, Bruce had to resign himself to Tim getting fucked by strangers. The thought makes him gag. He's really upset with this but if he wants to have more uninterrupted time with his ducky, sacrifices have to be made. He'll just make sure that he'll end this as soon as possible. He can't have his baby fucked by mediocre men.

Then Dick comes to the cave and he realizes that maybe his ducky doesn't have to be fucked by mediocre men. So he tells Dick about Tim and the gloryhole, and how Jason maybe having a relapse with the Pit. Dick agrees to help out.

Jason, on the other hand, was on his way to the gloryhole. He noticed Batman and Tim were coming to this place that first time they did and wondered if the place had something sketchy going on. Imagine his surprise when he learns that they're fucking there and that it seems his little brother doesn't even know he's been fucking their dad. Bruce probably knows who he's fucking.

So he created a wild goose chase for the Batman so he could fuck Tim. It has taken some time, but it seems that Batman has risen to the bait and looks like he'll be baby bird's first and only cock tonight.

Only when he got there, Tim was being fucked by Dick? What was he doing here? Batman, who's been trailing Jason halfway to the gloryhole, also wants to ask the same question to Jason. Dick wants to know what are the both of them doing here. He thought he was getting uninterrupted Timmy time! Tim wants to know why this new (amazing) cock has stopped fucking him. And it's this one big spiderman meme that's only stopped by Tim begging for more.

By the end of the night, the three of them reach an understanding and fucks Tim. One day, when they get sick of only having a short time with Tim, they'll confront Tim and tells him that he doesn't need to go there anymore. He can just be fucked here in the manor by his brothers and his dad considering they're the ones fucking him all the time in the hole anyways. But for now, they're just going to release all their pent up frustrations on Tim's pussy

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!11 TTHIS IS SO GOOOODD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE IDEA OF TIM USING A GLORYHOLE TO LOSE HIS VIRGINITY AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY FINDING OUT AND TAKING ADVANTAGE SO TIM NEVER FUCKS A STRANGER ONLY HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to kiss your brain you have the most incredible ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!

it all stems from bruce realizing something's wrong with tim. he's...quieter. more withdrawn. he picks at his dinner and quietly retreats to his room after he's finished. he doesn't stick around and keep bruce company or babble on about his day with that sweet smile. bruce figures out very quickly its because he's been stood up on his latest date.

....the one that bruce purposefully sabotaged because that boy was a year older than tim and had a tattoo. bruce had just been looking out for tim beacause tim was just too sweet of a child, too soft and the wrong sort of people would always see him and take advantage because they could. so...when tim started getting texts from classmates and notes in his backpack about how pretty he was and if maybe he wants to go to the arcade sometime-

bruce put a stop to it. swiftly. he called parents, he blackmailed, he pretended to be a young girl online to flirt and convinced those boys leaving....horrendous long texts about maybe meeting up behind the bleachers for sex, to stop bothering tim.

none of them deserved tim anyway and tim was far too young to be doing something as mature as...as sex. which was all that those boys wanted anyway. bruce saw how those pimpled and whisker-cheeked boys looked at tim while bruce sat in the pick up line for him after school let out. the way they stared at the sweet swell of his little chest pressed against the tight cotton of his shirt. the way his long skirt flared out at his knees (because bruce absolutely forbade anything shorter). it was all just too much. tim was still...his baby. bruce couldn't possibly be asked to allow those boys to send his timmy such foul languaged texts about what they would do to his...his pussy.

but it seems bruce's good intentions had backfired. bruce tries to keep his composure as he walks around the large video rental store that apparently doubles as a glory hole location. he nods at the owner who is too engrossed in some cheesy romance playing on one of many TVs hanging on the walls. the walls are a sad gray and the store looks like it hasn't had a single customer in the last decade. its probably some money laundering operation but that's not what bruce is there for. he's there because this was the location of the glory hole tim had advertised for along with a cute school picture of his. bruce's heart had stopped when he'd seen the post tim uploaded to the big gotham 'anonymous-sex' chatroom.

bruce had a habit of monitoring tim's online activity and as soon as he'd seen the post he'd hidden it from view of the other chatroom's users. bruce used a number of fake profiles he created to express interest and dissuade tim from pouting at the lack of engagement and trying his luck elsewhere.

bruce had read tim's post over and over again until he'd memorized every heartbreaking word. about how tim feels ugly and unloveable, how no boy has ever taken him out on a date, how he wants so badly to know what it feels like to have sex and feel the warmth of another person on him...in him. how this was tim's attempt to lose his virginity and control it. it was an open invitation for anyone to fuck him- no age restriction, no having to pay for it, no condoms necessary.

it was mind-blowingly reckless of tim and originally bruce had gone to the coordinates intent on dragging tim home and spanking him until he couldn't move. but then...bruce had walked into that little service corridor decorated with stage curtains along the walls, a fire exit at the end of the corridor and tim's little pale legs held open at the knee by the golden ropes of the drapes, the rest of his body separated by a wall that connected to another room.

bruce saw no security cameras, no indication of a monitoring device watching him.

all he saw was tim's little pink slit, his puffy glistening folds and his little fingers resting on his pubic mound gently rubbing at his clit while his baby hole clenched around nothing.

bruce can barely help himself. he's stepping closer, unzipping his slacks and letting them fall down to his knees as he uses one hand to stroke his half hard cock and the other to start playing with tim's girly little pussy. his middle finger, the longest of his fingers, sinks in so easily making a little 'wet' sound as tim's cunt sucks it in. bruce fucks it in deeper, curling it slightly and groaning at tim's heat as he tightens his fist around his cock.

tim had said condoms weren't necessary and bruce wasn't about to just NOT take advantage. bruce's moan is loud and long, completely drowning out tim's high pitched gasp and whine when bruce presses in and fucks half his cock inside. bruce lets pleased 'mmmmnn' and 'hmmmns' as he rocks his hips back and forth, sinking into tim's dripping pussy and watching as his thick cock was slowly soaked by each drag out of tim's precious baby cunt. bruce pushes tim's little fingers away and presses down on his clit just to feel him go tight around his cock.

bruce throughly abuses tim's little clit to make him tighten up and jolt around his cock as he fucks into that little wet hole, introducing it to the first of many fuckings it was going to receive from him. bruce fucks tim through each orgasm, never slowing down or losing pace, he hears his sweet baby tim sob as another orgasm rips through him and just fucks harder until he's grunting and snarling like an animal to unleash another hot, fat load of cum into that sweet little pussy that was becomes so well loved.

when he's finished bruce is panting. he's pretty sure tim has passed out based on the lack of noise he hears so bruce decides to wrap it up for the night even though part of his is curious to fuck tim while he's unconcious from too much pleasure. maybe next time his cock will have the stregth. but for the moment, his heart is pounding out of his chest, he's out of breath and strugging to pull on his slacks. normally he'd kiss tim on his little forehead but bruce can't see it. so instead, he settles for getting down on his knees and pressing a gentle, loving kiss to tim's cum leaking, red, abused, and twitching cunt.

bruce's lips taste like pussy and cum when he walks out the fire exit and licks his wet lips clean.

a few days later another post and invitation goes up. bruce blocks it from reaching the chatroom again and responds with his many personas complimenting tim, telling him how amazing he was, how tight and hot his pussy had been, how they couldn't wait to fuck him again.

that night at dinner tim is so happy and red cheeked and acting like himself, he curls up next to bruce on the couch and rests his cheek on bruce's shoulder as they watch reruns of the gray ghost.

then later that night after he thinks bruce has gone to sleep he sneaks out and bruce follows him. bruce fucks him until his cum is pouring out of tim with every thrust of his cock.

that's how it is every other day for a week until a condemned building that bruce receives a tip was a meth-lab goes up in flames.

now bruce can't keep up with tim's whining begs for more. gordon's alerts keep vibrating in his chest pocket while he's balls deep in tim's little cunt. bruce keeps having to leave tim unsatissfied...to the mercy of whatever stranger wanders into that video store because when bruce returns home tim is always in bed and deep asleep from what bruce knows is a good, tiring fuck. the day after the first time bruce has to leave him, bruce returns to the sight of the glory hole only to find tim's cunt lovingly bruised from a deep fuck and handprint bruises on his inner thighs he knows he didn't put there.

gordon brings up the red hood and bruce knows he has to dedicate his attention to finding jason before simple property destruction becomes people losing their lives.

so...with some reluctance. bruce calls dick for help.

he shows dick the texts from other boys, the notes. he tells him about how tim had acted so depressed and unhappy. he shows him the first post with tim's note about how ugly and undesirable he felt. and then he tells dick what he wants him to do.

at first dick is disturbed when bruce tells him what he's been doing. but slowly, his expression softens with each note and post bruce shows him. and he agrees.

that night is another wild goosechase but bruce only manages to figure it out half way through when jason messes up and bruce figures out he's being distracted. bruce manages to catch sight of jason on a security camera and immediatly makes his way to him, growing more and more urgent as he recognizes the nieghborhood they're in. he touches down in the alley behind the video store and marches in, ignoring where the video store cashier is snoring under a titty magazine.

he nearly bumps into jason's back who is standing frozen and watching as dick frantically fucks into a loudly whining tim.

until dick turns his head at their footsteps and freezes at the sight of them. the three of them are having a silent, frantic conversation, throwing accusing fingers and looks until a sob from tim interrupts them.

dick 'shushes' tim and snakes a hand through the hole to pat his tummy and start rocking his cock back and forth into tim's pretty pink pussy while trying to wave the two of them away.

bruce huffs slightly at the sight and jason similarly crosses his arms and grumbles, firmly stomping his feet and showing that he's not leaving.

dick rolls his eyes. when he cums, jason practically shoves him out of the way, removing his cup in a smooth move and bottoming out into tim with a single move.

tim makes a sweet 'hhahh ahh ah!' sound and bruce bites down on his bottom lip feeling heat flood his cock. jason is relentless. he doesn't touch tim's clit at all, only letting tim cum on his cock and grinding his chest into the wall to get closer, using a strong grip on tim's thighs to try and drag more of him out of the hole to meet his cock.

bruce decides to be gracious and allow his sons to get their fills before stepping up himself and lovingly rubbing an orgasm out of tim so he can ride his orgasm out while bruce fucks him and wetly fucks into the hot mess of cum his sons have left behind.

by the end of the night they've all made some silent agreement to share tim. they all have different things they like to do to tim. dick demands to be allowed to go first each time because he's the only one who even bothers to eat tim out and he doesn't want to taste their cum while tonguefucking his timmy. jason doesn't want to fuck tim when he has bruce's cum on him and brings along soft smelling baby wipes to clean tim off after bruce uses him and stuffs his fingers inside to scrape out the collected cum before fucking tim's little pussy.

eventually bruce is sure they're get tired of it. dick's knees aren't made for kneeling on concrete floors and bruce doesn't like the idea of anyone walking in and seeing tim like this.

so eventually bruce is sure they'll tell tim and invite him back to the manor, telling him it was them all along and that he doesn't need to do this anymore and they can all just take turns with him in the manor fucking him in his bed or their beds and in the living room when he's curled up and watching tv with them.

but for now...all of them taking turns with tim, trying to get him to cum the most during their turns to satiate their competitive spirits...it's enough.

[samgirl98]

Wail of the Silent 8/?

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TW: Mention of suicide

Breaking into a mental asylum was much easier when you had someone who could turn invisible and intangible. Jason wondered if he would end up getting powers. Hell, if he were half-dead anyway, it would only be fair.

Danny had flown them to Arkham Asylum. They landed on top of the roof.

“So, we look for this bitch and then get rid of her, right,” Jason asked as he primed the ray gun. They left the bazooka behind. It was too big and unwieldy. Jason had pouted at Danny’s explanation but understood. At least he still had the ray gun. Jason had also tucked the collapsed boo-staff on his back. It was better to be prepared.

“Yep,” Danny said, taking two thermoses out of his chest. Jason had freaked out when he saw Danny put them in his body, but the other man had just joked, saying he liked to keep them ‘close to his chest.’

 Jason had not been amused.

“You think I’ll get powers,” Jason asked suddenly. Danny stopped what he was doing and looked at Jason.

“Oh, absolutely. We just have to filter out that corrupted ectoplasm. It’s stifling your core.”

Huh, good to know.

“You think you’ll be around to help me learn to control them?”

Danny paused and then turned to Jason with a blush on his face. Jason could taste his hesitance in the air.

“If you want me to,” he whispered.

“I would like that,” Jason answered. The helmet made his voice sound expressionless, but he hoped Danny could feel the truth coming from Jason’s chest.

Both men stared at each other. (Danny wished he could see Jason’s green eyes instead of the white of his helmet.)

They turned away from each other when they felt a sadistic, amused glee through their core. Both men stared at each other.

“Spectra,” Danny sneered.

“Do you think she knows we’re here?”

“Most likely,” Danny answered. He gave Jason a thermos.

“Great.”

Danny got Jason’s wrist (Jason did not blush.), and they fell through the roof into the facility. Jason tensed when he saw a guard right in front of them, but he just went through them. He felt a weird chill when the guard walked through them. He noticed the guard pausing for a moment and rubbing his arms.

Danny held on to Jason, and they started walking. Jason noticed all the patients through the glass doors. They ended up where the main rogues were kept. He saw the Riddler, King Shark, Killer Croc, and a few others. Thankfully, the Joker was nowhere in sight. He was kept in another part of the facility.

And he still managed to escape constantly.

“Where are we going,” Jason asked once they were alone in another hallway.

“I don’t know. I’m following her ectosignature. It’s easier because she’s the most powerful ghost here.”

The place was a maze. Even with Danny walking them through walls, they had a hard time navigating the asylum. After half an hour of walking around without finding Spectra, they took a rest.

“This is harder than I thought,” Danny said, “I can feel her in the facility, but I can’t pinpoint her exact location.”

“Follow me,” a wispy voice suddenly said.

Danny raised glowing green hands while Jason prepped the ray gun. In front of them stood a shadow. It was humanoid, but Jason couldn’t tell if it was male or female.

Danny relaxed when he saw the figure and let his hands lose the green, toxic glow.

“It’s a shade,” he said, “they’re harmless.”

“Follow me. I can lead you to her,” it said.

Danny nodded and started following the shade. He still hadn’t let go of Jason’s wrist. They passed through halls and walls, even through floors at a point in time, until they landed in front of a door that read Dr. P. Spectra.

“Don’t let her get away with my death,” the shade said before disappearing. Jason vowed that the bitch wouldn’t. She had fucked with the people of Gotham too much. Now, Spectra was going to pay.

They walked through the door and found Batman on his knees.

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Bruce had decided to visit Arkham. He had sent his findings to Commissioner Gordan, but his hands were full.

After some digging, Bruce pinpointed the rise in suicides with the arrival of Dr. Penelope Spectra. The suicides started the same day she did. Bruce didn’t believe in coincidences; they had to be connected.

Batman didn’t go in through the entrance. Instead, he had memorized which floor and office she was in and entered quietly through a side door. He didn’t care about the cameras, knowing that Oracle would redirect anything and the shadows would keep him hidden.

(Even though she was mad, Lady Gotham was helping the Dark Knight. She could get her petty revenge later.)

Batman picked the door’s lock and entered the office. It was empty. He entered slowly, warily. His instincts were telling him something was wrong; he wasn’t as alone as the room made it seem.

He went toward the file cabinet, still looking around. He stared at a wall; the shadows seemed thick and darker there. Batman looked through the files and found the ones on the eight patients who committed suicide.

At first glance, they looked like normal medical notes, but when he read them a second time, he noticed that the notes focused on the patients’ insecurities. More than that, though it was subtle, the notes also showed how to exploit the insecurities. Dr. Spectra was driving her patients to suicide on purpose. But to what end? What was the point?

Batman was suddenly flung to the opposite wall. He got up, groaning, and got on the defensive. He didn’t see anyone.

“It’s illegal to read medical records,” a voice echoed throughout the room, “but then again, you are a vigilante.”

“Show yourself,” Batman bit out.

A shadow on the wall started moving.

The first thing he noticed was the red eyes. Then he noticed a wispy, purplish, humanoid shadow appearing before him. It was feminine and had on purple lipstick, the only color aside from the red eyes, and had spiky black hair. She didn’t have feet. Instead, it was a tail, and he noticed fangs and sharp claws.

 “Dr. Penelope Spectra, I assume.”

“Hm, you’ve done your homework. Yes, I am her. Now, to what do I owe this visit from the Dark Knight?”

“You’ve been killing your patients. Why?”

She laughed.

“I didn’t kill them. They killed themselves. I was feeding off their misery; it’s not my fault they were too weak.”

Batman glared at the shadow woman. Did she feed off their misery? Why?

Suddenly, she was in front of Batman. He threw a punch, and it went right through her. It was like punching cold air.

“You feel of misery, too. What has you so miserable?”

Spectra touched Bruce, and every mistake, every bit of hardship, of suffering came to the forefront.

His parents’ death, Jason’s death, and his failure to bring his son home. Everything was right there for her to see. Batman felt his will to live slowly leaving him.

“You’re almost as delicious as that boy in Crime Alley. Almost.”

Batman fell to his knees just as Red Hood appeared.

Sorry it's taken so long for me to update this fic. It'll take a while because of work. I don't know when I'll be able to update again. I hope you like.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

where's the rant ???

Alright so rant time: people constantly argue that making a character a transwoman is the same as making them a ciswoman and frankly that’s wrong. I’m sorry but it is. As a small disclaimer: I’m nonbinary and I am in school getting a sociology degree. I will be using sex to refer to biology and gender to refer to otherwise.

Using Tim Drake as an example: the stories you tell with a transgirl or a cisgirl version are incredibly different from each other. Because men and women are socialized drastically different from one another. While the character of Tim Drake (fierce, loyal, hard working, generous, and wanting to do so much good) wouldn’t change so much else about Tim would in either option.

With a transgirl Tim Drake, you have how society would react to her and coming out. I’d also argue that she wouldn’t come out until her teen years because of Jack. No one can tell me that this man would be okay with his kid being a transgirl. You just can’t tell me that. Janet is a toss up because of the limited information we have on her as a character. She however did neglect her kid, and in general I think that as new or old money, whichever you want to use, she would have problems with image, considering that a trans child could go bad for the PR. But even ignoring the parents, a transgirl!Tim would have a totally different story. I expect her story woudl go much like canon for a while until she is able to articulate that she is a girl. Then I expect backlash from people, one of them being Stephanie.

I’m probably in the minority when it comes to my thoughts that Steph is a straight woman who would react to her partner coming out as a woman badly because ‘what does that say about ME?!’ I won’t go into my issues with Steph. Others have done it way better but I do think that she and Tim both messed up their relationship even if frankly most of the blame is on Steph’s feet. BUT ANYWAYS: Tim coming out would cause issues there. A harsh reaction is never great for a baby trans kid and I can see Tim retreating as Steph goes off to complain to someone like Babs. Who I then think would be upset with Steph for outing Tim. Baba then acts as a pillar for Tim who slowly can come out on her own terms. Bruce and Dick I don’t think would have an issue and Jason? Let’s be real: Jason wouldn’t give a fuck in the sense it’s “okay wait, girl? Okay… I’ll still beat the shit out of you”.

The media would pitch a fit and I think that YJ would become closer over this, but I also think that there will be backlash from other members of the cape community. There just isn’t a way there wouldn’t be because while sure a lot are accepting you can’t tell me everyone is. Also the rouges. Unless Bruce asks Tim to pretend to be a guy still which… OUCH. I feel that is on brand and also something Tim would struggle so much with but want to obey while everyone is yelling at Bruce.

Then a transitioning Tim when her father wakes up probably wouldn’t go back to him because I doubt his reaction is a good one, and so she stays with Bruce. Probably becoming adopted. She and Cass would bond and I can see Tim developing further and becoming more confident as time goes on. She is less confident as Robin as she is not allowed to be herself.

The Damian and I’m torn. On one hand: I kind of like the idea that the League are all assholes but they also are chill with queer people cause Ra’s is creepy with canon Tim. In the other this is something he can attack Tim over and I doubt he’d give up the chance the little psycho.

So… Damian would be a thorn but I think that Dick steps in way more here because ‘baby assassin trying to kill Tim since he doesn’t know better’ is very different then ‘a transphobic kid being a shit to Tim’. Sad but true.

Tim’s story drastically changes by being a transgirl and it’s one that is VASTLY different then being a ciswoman because Tim still was socialized as a boy from birth. There is still a level of privilege she got from birth that a ciswoman doesn’t. People would react to her being trans in multiple ways such as denial or disgust.

But a cisgirl!Tim? Well…

People expect different things from the sexes. Women are supposed to be soft, gentle, not to loud and are supposed to be kind. Boys get to be demanding and loud and smart and rough.

Tim as a girl would have Jack and Janet reacting differently. It’s a personal headcanon for me that Jack imposes a lot of his traits onto Tim as a boy because ‘it’s my son and he is thus like me’. A girl though he’d expect to be a ‘cute and soft girl who is there for me to pull out of the closest’ because frankly the guy who willing marries someone not even a decade older then his kid who uses to be his physical therapist is a LOSER who would. Janet is again a toss up but I feel she’d have more of an impact for this Tim as being a woman in buisness or archeology is a field she had to climb and claw her way through. Things she would then pass on to her daughter.

Women are expected to be feminine and gentle. I’m actually fond of a girly fem!Tim compared to others, but I think it’s more of a punk girly then not. Janet totally would have weaponized her femininity in a way Tim tries to mimic. Dresses, soft smiles, doe eyes but a sharp mind about to rip you apart. Her interests in photography would be dismissed as ‘artsy girl’ and she’d be put into ballet or gymnastics with some comments over martial arts.

Women will have people talk about them if they do anything out of the ordinary. They aren’t supposed to ride skateboards or things because that’s what boys are expected to do. They aren’t supposed to like climbing things or other shit.

Tim as someone born a girl, and as either new money or old money, would be expected to have certain traits a boy is allowed to not have. So without a doubt she had etiquette lessons and dance lessons and anything else her mother might have decided were useful because Jack wouldn’t have noticed anything. Even if it’s cause Janet got mocked by people for not knowing I can’t see Tim not having these lessons.

Tim who has a great mask and who keeps her lives seperate this would have her high society mask, her vigilante mask, her public self and her real self because girls are still expected to act a certain way in public. Any interest that deviates form what society expects is brushed off as ‘she’s trying to be unique’ or ‘tomboy’ or ‘fitting in with the boys’.

We finally get to Robin now because Tim is still Tim and I don’t doubt she would do the same thing, fight to become Robin, but with this comes it’s own problems. Threats of sexual assault, comments about being a girl, crude comments about opening her legs or how she fights: all of these would follow her. We can go: some rouges are nice all we want but not all of them are.

Then we have Stephanie and that relationship is already drastically changed because Stephanie again is straight, and I think that Tim would be able to connect to Steph much better as a girl. I still think it wouldn’t be the healthiest of friendships because of everything but I also think that Tim being a girl while having hard lines is very different from a boy with boundaries because Steph knows as a girl what it’s like to have boundaries. She would feel bad for breaking them compared to ‘Tim is upset I found out his identity boohoo why is he upset with me?’.

We have Dick to and I’m going to be real honest: I think Dick is sexist enough to make assumptions of Tim. He doesn’t have issues with women but in general he’s a bit of a douche bag (sleeping with Babs while inviting her to his wedding with Kori anyone?) that he would put some expectations on this Tim related to being a girl. Of course Tim tosses those out of the water and I think he’d adapt but still: Dick is just… I think he’s the guy who puts a lot of stock into blood relations more then we know (ala Damian) and that he’s got a few assumptions about the Robin title along with thoughts on girls.

Bruce is… I think his expectations would be similar to canon with an emphasis on her being a girl. He knows competent women but in his world most of the female heroes are super powered or criminals, with Barbara being a shining example of a non-powered hero who got hurt. He’s going to compare it. I think it would either be worse then canon or he’s going to shove her off on female heroes more because he isn’t sure how to handle her.

Barbara as well I think is closer then canon to Tim being a girl and sort of the Batfam early compared to Stephanie. I actually think Babs would be a lot more posessive of Tim because of this, but this miiiight just be me. I know Tim and Cass would be incredibly close as well much like canon.

Jason and Damian though? Okay so I’ll be blunt: Jason is the kind of guy who is a feminist and supports woman’s rights but has a few issues with women he’s never been able to articulate. Society would press on him women are supposed to be fantastic mothers who put their families first and then he gets Sheila and Catherine. And while Catherine may have loved him society says she’s a terrible mother. Then we have Talia and no matter what the ‘sleeping together’ thing is fucked up. It just IS. So Jason has issues. However I think said issues being thrown into his face would make him stop short. Yet his reaction to a girl taking the mantle is one that would be… tricky as hell.

Damian? Damian is sexist and could go one of four ways: a) canon, b) WORSE then canon, c) dismissive and arrogant assuming she is just there to be trained and would be shoved out of the role as soon as he’s there no need to fight which turns into canon reaction when she isn’t or d) an assumption she’s there as a bride for someone. Because frankly it is something I can see him assuming. Bruce training a girl much like how Dick/Jason was trained so eventually they would marry to be solid heirs. The LoA is messed up and Talia might be a woman but she was raised there so there’s probably a ‘exception to the rule’ mentality with her. And I can see Damian either then: deciding he would be Tim’s groom as the true heir to the Bat or he would go: well time to marry her off now.

Either works. He’d still be violent and cruel towards her but that’s just Damian in general until he mellows out.

I think losing Robin in this world would be much more of a blow for Tim because of the sexism she’s faced. Being the lesser Robin for being a girl, how people reacted to her being feminine, seeing how Dick so easily tosses her aside for a male child. How people probably would go: yes! A good Robin finally! Or how his more violent reaction probably gets praised over her. Mixed in with the dismissal of Bruce being alive which feels worse as women are always getting dismissed by people and Tim lashes out harder then in canon.

We then come back to Babs because there’s only two ways she can react: canon or she goes ‘I’ll listen for real as I know the guys suck at listening to the girls’ and making her decisions that way. (And let’s be real Babs would know. Give me more female solidarity in comics and not the weird catty crap we get otherwise)

We then have canon happen with Ra’s being just as creepy mixed with a lot more sexism on her world tour.

One thing I do think would happen like canon is Tim realizing she’s bisexual when Fem!Bernard comes along and gets her thinking about it because girls are allowed to be touchy with each other so her not knowing is twice as likely.

These stories are VASTLY different from one another and the assumption that they wouldn’t be is insulting. Yes, transwomen are women but there’s still a huge difference in a story about either of them. Both these stories have very different thoughts and reactions from characters.

Just pretending that they’re one in the same is wrong. And pretending there’s a moral high ground when you claim they are is just being a dick.

[foxhopfics]

Jason Todd as a Fox instead of a Bat

Request for anon! I took a little bit to turn this over in my brain because the timeline for aftg is so tight and Jason's timelines are... All over the place. So for reference purposes, I'm calling this an AU where after coming back from the Lazarus pit, he was still trained by Ra's Al Ghul and Talia, however instead of returning to Gotham to become the Red Hood, he takes a detour, quits his life of crime, and signs up for exy. (It's a bit of a stretch but I think I make it work. This also lowkey made me end up shipping Kevin and Jason) I'm putting this under a readmore because it accidentally got SUPER long

Jason was first introduced to exy as a pastime sport the trainees from the league of assassins would play. It's good for endurance training, muscle building, etc. etc. and it seemed like a good outlet, so he gave it a shot

His portfolio, much like Neil's, came in the form of a video. He copied and stole the security camera footage from the court they used.

As he gets more into exy he also starts to learn about the teams that are out there and kind of realizes he's not doomed to a life of crime. He can escape this, if he's smart.

And the Foxes are an underdog team. Not many eyes will be on them, so it will be easier to remain hidden if anyone comes looking for him.

The next week, he gets an acceptance email from the school, and a "welcome to the team, see you in a month!" message from a man named David Wymack

(Little did Jason know David would become more of a father to him than Bruce ever was.)

Things aren't exactly rough when he gets there, but he's definitely lived in more pleasant places. The dorm rooms are just fine by him, but the other members of the exy team make him jumpy

Most of them ignore him at first, and he kindly reciprocates.

They get along well enough in practice, Jason preferring to use his larger stature to play a good, solid defense. He's great at planting himself in the way of the oncoming strikers, and they always underestimate his speed because of his size.

(He was always taught to defend and protect, after all...)

It's not until about the events of TFC when Neil starts to bring the team together that Jason really starts to get to know everyone. Kind of reluctantly, since he was happy being on his own with a provided cover story.

But Neil pushes and he gives like a broken dam. There's still that little kid somewhere stuck in there that wishes someone would just care for him.

Eventually he starts to open up on his own to the others, ending up really connecting with Kevin. Kevin and him were both raised by men who wanted the best from them, expected no less, and met disappointment with hard, frozen stairs.

Jason could count on his fingers the times Bruce had smiled at him or told him "good job". Kevin couldn't even name one time the Moriyamas ever did.

And as he opens up he begins to see his family in the faces of his new friends. He sees the bubbly positivity in Nicky that reminds him of Steph. He's hearing the same logical calculations that Tim would make come from Aaron's mouth instead. He sees Dick in every move Matt makes, both of them born for teamwork and support. He sees a flicker of Renee out of the corner of his eye and for a second can swear it's Cass.

While he tells him the things that have happened to them, they're met with stunned silence. But honestly, Jason is grateful for everyone to accept it and go, considering Neil's past is still chasing him. Jason's isn't, at least, not right now

It's not until after the first time Kevin and Jason end up in bed together and they're both shirtless that it really hits them both how fucked up they are. Both their bodies are littered with scars and old injuries.

But there is love and care in healing damaged things and Kevin traces his fingers along the angry lichtenberg scars left by the Lazarus pit.

Anyway they are shortly interrupted by the mob coming after Neil and Jason is basically like "jesus i could take care of this in 0.5 seconds but im not a murderer anymore and Matt has accidentally instilled a moral compass in me"

and then Neil gets fucking KIDNAPPED? and everyone gets roughed up by the crowed and gets taken to the hospital except for Jason who actually kept track of Neil during all this madness knowing there were literal people coming for him and his Vigilante Senses turned on.

NYWAY he tracks Neil to Nathan's hideout and he's basically the one who called it in because he's used to having to do such things from his time as Robin.

Basically Jason would take the place of Neil's uncle because where the fuck did HE even come from and this works better imo.

I decided I didn't want Jason to change much in the story because with his past and ESPECIALLY his time in the league of assassins, he could very easily become an OP Deus Ex Machina instead of a character in a story with ups and downs. But this also made me want to a) rewrite the whole series but i do NOT have time to do that. but also b) i may end up writing a more in depth fic about Jason and Kevin and if that accidentally evolves into a series then WHOOPS! Anyway hope you enjoyed!

[002yb]

Damian: I've got to dads, so I work twice as hard on Father's Day presentations at school.

Bruce: Why would you want another dad???? I'm more than enough!

Damian: ... 🙂

Bruce: ... Damian, you were talking about me, right? I am one of your dads, right??

Damian: 🙂

Meanwhile, Dick and Jason framing a drawing of Damian to put in the living room of their apartment: 😊😊

(Sorry, I love Bruce as a character, but I hate him as a dad)

While I'm not particular about good/bad dad Bruce, I'm positively feral over DickJay being parental figures to Damian LOL. Like, sorry B but step aside for my boys raising their boy omggggggg. <3

Before I get too carried away though, let's just take a little journey to Damian learning about Father's Day for the first time. And at first he's very (・_・ヾ over it because what a useless holiday. Obviously every day is a day to respect your father?? But then he sees from his peers that it's more of a celebration of paternal bonds and having a dedicated time to really reflect on that and express gratitude for all the little things that are often overlooked.

The first person he'd think of would be Dick because like. Bruce might be Dami's father but Dick is his dad. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) There's a very special bond there that was hard won. Damian came to respect this man because of Dick's actions as opposed to familial hierarchy.  And Dick is just - very kind. Patient. Caring. Always there, showing up. Dick taught Dami so much on how to be a person and inspires him so much on the sort of man Dami wants to grow to be. Just someone reliable and stalwart, with fortitudinous and steadfast resolve and goodness. FFFFFFFF I've got feelings I can't. (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ) Like I don't think Damian would really express all of that, but fuck if he doesn't feel it, you know?

And Jason. Ahhhhh my love for DamiJay will persist always. I love the thought of them meeting in the League. And Jason being a sort of caretaker for Damian that Damian comes to adore and cherish. Because Jason showed him kindness. For a boy who experienced so little of that growing up, I imagine it would leave such a strong impression on him.  It wouldn’t be something he would ever forget.  That kindness persists even after they reconnect, too.  And like.  Jason wouldn’t remember that time with Damian in the League, but the kindness would be the same.  Maybe a little more gruff compared to the protective softness and honesty from his more catatonic state, but Damian would recognize it instantly.  In a heartbeat.  Contrary as Jason can act, it never fails that he’s protective and looking out for Damian.  Be that with his general health or with keeping him safe/well-prepared for the dangerous lives they live.  Jason is dangerous, himself, but Damian knows that there’s nowhere safer for him to be.  Not that Damian needs protecting, obviously, but the point stands.

Just.  These two men would have made such an impact in Damian’s life.  They would do it without any real familial obligation, too.  Damian would recognize that they owe him nothing, but they chose to put up with him anyway.  Regardless of how difficult and ornery he can be, they stay beside him.  And they’re not perfect.  In fact, Damian thinks they’re hopeless in a lot of ways, but they’re good, strong, kind people.  Damian respects them wholeheartedly (though again, he keeps it largely to himself).

So yes.  Father’s day comes around and once Damian understands it, it would become important to him to partake in the tradition.  He would put so much thought and effort into a school presentation that would likely really confuse his classmates and maybe his teacher, too.  Because they’re well aware that Damian is a Wayne so why isn’t he talking about Bruce?  And omgggggg the teacher gently trying to explain that it’s okay that Damian didn’t understand the assignment and Damian just !!! because he understood perfectly.  And then he’d proceed to eloquently defend himself and tell everyone to fuck off and that their critical thinking sucks.  Which would lead to a guardian being called which, multiple scenarios:

1)  Bruce making the visit and having a talk with Damian and having it explained to him that Damian respects Bruce as his father because he’s his biological father, but Dick is different.  So is Jason.  And Bruce having to sit with that and really think about life and children and fatherhood.  Maybe it’d inspire some more effort outside of patrol and whatnot.  (Sorry I’m not very familiar with their dynamic so I’m gonna leave this basic af ahahaha)

2) Dick makes the visit and Damian, uncharacteristic as it is for him, legit slouches in his chair in an attempt to disappear because admin explains what happened.  The ‘misunderstanding’ and Dick just (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ) because that’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever heard.  It’d catch Dick so off guard but omggggg he’d be wounded with endearment.  So (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ) that he would never recover or stop smiling or feeling proud.  And of course he’d back Damian up.  Because yeah, he gets this posh school is traditional with its family values, but that’s just not the case for a lot of kids so.  How disappointing that such a fine educational institution would disparage a kid for having different circumstances in life.  Good to know that nothing has changed since Dick attended xx years ago.  And admin loves Dick even after so much they’d apologize and play their part and then overcorrect and Damian would OTL

3) Jason makes the visit and Damian is equally as embarrassed as per above.  Jason would be very startled over being included as someone Damian counts as a dad though.  The blush would be so soft and sweet and for a bit Jason would be absolutely speechless and (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕).  Then he’d throwdown with admin and they’d both get kicked out LOL.

4) Dick and Jason both break down the doors of Gotham Academy and 2 & 3 both happen, but it moreso ends with them getting kicked out.  Surprisingly not because Jason is difficult or combative, but because Dick is (ʘ‿ʘ✿) because someone would inevitably blame Jason and like.  No.  Nope.  Catch these hands motherfu-

Getting back on track here.  No solid end.  Just Damian being a bit shy over being called out like he was.  And Dick maybe walking around looking skyward because no of course he’s not crying; he’s openly weeping these are happy tears wth.  Ngl I think Dick would be the most overwhelmed by everything.  Because his relationship with Damian started so roughly and then became something so amazing.  Then it was taken away when Bruce came back and Dick was convinced that was it.  He thought he was the only one that felt that bond.  And ahhhhhhhh I’ve wounded myself.  Help.  FFFFFFFFF.

Meanwhile Damian would just be like, ‘compose yourself, Grayson.  You’re embarrassing yourself.  And me.’

And Jason would laugh because for real?  Big aww.  It’s not often Dick gets overwhelmed so it’d just be so sweet hahaha.

And yes.  Once they’re both composed (because Jason would be overwhelmed by those heartwarming feelings too, obviously), they would absolutely do the most with all of Damian’s tender affection for them.  (*´︶｀*)

My fav thought is DickJay showing up at Gotham Academy dressed like absolute fools in matching sets of something that they mismatched with each other.  I’m talking embarrassing crop top sweat pants combo and long shirt booty short combo that reads some form of ‘Daddy’ or ‘Dad’ or ‘Damian’s Dad’ while waiting to pick this loser up from school and Damian is just (≡ε≡；)

[wonderlandleighleigh]

A follow up

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“She’s fired, you know.”

Susie rolls her eyes as she leans back in her desk chair. “Yes, Gordon, we know Miriam is fired.”

Gordon Ford grips the arms of the chair he sits in tightly. “Where is she anyways?”

“She’s on hiatus,” Susie tells him. “Out of town for a break.”

“Where?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Sure.”

“Is that all you came here for?” Susie asks. “To let me know she’s fired when I knew that already?”

“Hey, don’t get touchy with me,” he snaps. “This is on her.”

“I’m sorry, what universe are you living in?” Susie scoffs. “You broke up with her. In public, I might add. And that restaurant was crowded.”

“Because she didn’t love me!”

Susie rolls her eyes. “For fuck’s sake.”

“You know she didn’t!” Gordon cries, getting to his feet.

“So what?!” Susie growls back, throwing up her hands. “Who cares if she didn’t love you?! She cared about you enough to marry you!”

“But-”

“People who don’t love each other - who just like each other - get married all the fucking time,” Susie tells him, bewildered. “Was there someone else who didn’t have his shit together enough to be with her? Yes! Had she accepted that and decided that marrying you was smart and would make her happy and secure in the long run? Also yes! And you threw that away, and for what?! Your fucking ego?! Not everything is birds chirpin, hearts in the eyes true fucking love, Gordon. I swear, you fucking men and your fucking pride. Get over yourself.”

Gordon stares, nothing to say to any of that.

“And you did a bang-up job here, because you drove her right back to Lenny,” Susie tells him.

His eyes go shocked. “What?”

“She left three weeks ago to go scrape his sorry ass off of whatever sidewalk he’s been drooling on for the last couple of years,” Susie informs him. “And knowing the both of them - and I know both of them really, really well - He’s gonna do whatever she says, and in another month, maybe less, the both of them will be right back here in New York, and you’re going to have to put up with the Lenny Bruce and Midge Maisel show right in your fucking face allllll over town. And they are going to be irritating as fuck.”

“She wouldn’t do that. You said yourself he doesn’t have his shit together enough for her.”

“Yet,” Susie chuckles. “Do you really think if she offered him another shot, Lenny wouldn’t take it? He is a weak-willed man with an addiction problem and one of his addictions is Midge. So you’ve done a really fucking good job digging your own grave here. I can wait to watch you have to lie in it.”

“Fuck you, Susie.”

She laughs from her belly. “If that’s the best you can come up with, those two fuckers are going to eat you alive.”

She keeps laughing as he storms out, slamming the door behind him.

Anyone who wasn’t Dinah would have jumped five feet out of their chair. “He really is stupid, isn’t he?” she comments.

“The stupidest motherfucker in the business,” Susie agrees. “Lunch break?”

Dinah grins and nods. “Sounds good to me.”

[empresskylo]

It's Raining Vengeance - Ch. 9

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Batman x Female!Reader

Series Summary: (Based on The Batman 2022) It happened a while ago: the day you stumbled into the batman. And ever since, he seemed to pop up exactly when you needed him. You thought it was stupid to try and be his friend. He thought it was dangerous to let you in. Both of you did it anyway. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.5k+

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Did he really not get it? Did he not see how you were falling for him? You’d go out hoping you’d run into him, it’s the reason you put yourself at risk by investigating more challenging cases. Of course you cared about your career and getting the best story! That’s how it started. But after a while, you began to seek out things to write about solely because you were hoping he might stumble into you. 

It was pathetic, really. He must have been able to tell. The way you’d try and flirt. How you’d blush bright red whenever he touched you. He just didn’t feel the same way back. 

And that was okay. You knew someone as selfless and heroic as him could never like a random reporter like you. But he kept coming back. He’d stay with you for a while after a sticky situation. He’d walk you home. I mean, he fucking stalked you the weeks he tried to push you away! It was confusing. 

“Gah,” you sighed, exhausted from your long night. You tore his clothes off and threw them in the corner, slipping your own sweats on in their place.

You jumped into bed, your mind refusing to shut off. All you could think about was him.

You rolled over, the dark pile of clothes mocking you in the corner. 

Bruce looked down at the photograph in his hand. 

Alfred walked over to him. “What do I do?” Bruce asked him.

Alfred shrugged. “It’s up to you. I can’t tell you how to feel or who to give a chance to.” Bruce sighed. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you how big of a mistake you were making.”

With heat rising to Bruce’s face, he threw the photograph from his fingers and stormed away. 

Alfred bent down to pick it up, smiling at the photo, seeing the way you were looking at Batman at that moment with a wide grin. Even without the suit on, Alfred could tell you cared for him. Genuinely cared for Bruce. Not just the Batman.

If only he could see that. 

Bruce stalked the shadows, ignoring the exhaustion that ran through him. It had been 24 hours since he last saw you, and he hadn’t felt a moment of peace since.

He was seeking criminals out, lurking.

Bam.

Bruce punched a man who just walked out of a convenience store with unpaid merchandise. Normally, Batman wouldn’t worry about petty incidents like this, but tonight he was angry. 

The man stumbled back and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Batman. Before the troubled man even had a moment to realize what was happening, Batman grabbed the gun, breaking it from the man’s hands, and knocking it against his head in one hard thrust. Then he threw a punch. Two. Three . And the man was out.

Bruce slipped away.

Rain began to fall from Gotham’s sky. 

In a blur, Bruce stalked in the shadows on the subway, watching a group of gang members stumble down the platform. There were about ten of them, all decently built. The rain from outside clashed against the ground outside and echoed over the tracks. 

He slid out of the darkness as the group was hollering something at a bystander up ahead. One of the men heard Batman approaching and turned around, his arm extending over his chest to try and block Batman’s sudden punch. With a few swift movements, the man was down. 

The others grouped where Batman was at the ready, slowly circling him. 

It’s punch after punch. Batman was getting a lot of hits in, but they outnumbered him. He was hit in the gut. Punched in the nose. Almost stabbed in the side. 

A metal pole slammed against his back, taking his breath away. He turned and caught the pole before it could slam into him again and smacked it against the perpetrator. The fire inside Bruce came pouring out of Batman’s arms.

A gun was drawn and aimed at Batman. The trigger fired and reflected off his Bat-suit. He still felt the force of the bullets—it was a jarring sensation that used to wipe him out. He’d grown accustomed to the sharp pain now, not letting it stop him. His hand was around the barrel of the gun, pulling it down and using his other hand to connect with the man’s face. 

Eventually, the gang split up and came at him from either side. 

Is this what Bruce was looking for?

Batman was able to block their hits at first, even give swift ones back. But ten against one—things went downhill for Batman fast. 

He was running on little to no sleep, his body exhausted. They were beating him from behind and the front as he was kneeling down, absorbing the blows. He tried to block the ones in front but he kept getting hit in the back and side. 

You know I care .

His voice rang in his head. He did care. He really fucking cared. So why was he torturing himself? 

Why can’t you just be fucking honest with me?

He didn’t know. He wished he could just tell you—explain what you meant to him. He pictured the way your face turned red as you yelled at him; the face he would likely never see again. 

Why did things have to get so complicated? He never wanted to have more people to care about. He thought he left all that fear behind. He never thought he’d run into it again. 

His appearance matched how he felt on the inside, bloody and bruised.

Batman—Gotham’s famous vigilante—can’t even tell a girl when she’s dragging him down!

That’s what Bruce wanted, right? To push you away. To make you think he hated you. So why did it hurt so badly to learn how his actions made you upset? Why did his chest plunge in on itself when you spat those words at him?

I don’t have anyone.

Bruce spun around and up, knocking the closest man to him out cold. A feeling of adrenaline soared through his veins at the thought of you. 

You trying to kill me, bats? 

His heart skipped a beat, remembering the nickname you had given him.

He clubbed the next man over the head with his forearm, then repeatedly slammed his fist against his face. 

Then the next man…

And the next… 

Until the group scattered and Batman was left, slightly hunched over, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, trying to catch his breath, the exasperated sound echoing into the night air. He turned and punched his fist into the brick wall behind him.

Bruce wasn’t thinking clearly as he sped on his bike to your apartment. There’s no way he was going to do this. It was selfish of him! And it would only ruin things between the two of you for good, no room for mending. 

You wanted him as a friend. He wanted more than that. Maybe that was good then? If he confessed his uncharted feelings for you, you’d be freaked out and the friendship would end.

Or he should just let you think he didn’t actually care about you. He wouldn’t let you get hurt by being his friend.

Well, don’t you think that’s for her to decide.

God, not Alfred now too! 

Maybe Alfred had a valid point—he had never led Bruce astray before. 

He parked his bike in the dark alleyway beside your apartment building. It was late; two in the morning maybe. 

He stood in the dark, contemplating. After standing for what felt like hours, he stripped out of his suit and into normal clothes. 

This was the right way to do it, right? If he was going to talk to you, he needed to be out of the suit. 

If you want me to stay, take off the mask.

Would this even be enough? Or did he already ruin things beyond repair? 

He slipped into your building and started up the countless stairs. His all black attire was wet from the rain, the paint around his eyes bleeding down his face and mixing with the stains of blood. 

You would only be disappointed. You said you wanted him to remove the mask, that you already knew who he was. But you didn’t; not really. 

Standing up close, Bruce completely unguarded, you would regret being let in. Bruce couldn’t compete with the Batman. 

He made it to your floor, slowly making his way down the dimly lit corridor. His footsteps were much quieter when he wasn’t trying to be menacing.

This was it. He was about to embarrass himself. To end things with you. To let you in only to be crushed. You would only be disappointed. He could never be what you need. He knew he didn’t know how to read people, not emotionally. So, why was he about to do something so stupid? There’s no way you would ever feel the same, at least not for Bruce. Maybe you could for Batman… but once the suit was off, and it was just Bruce in its place… 

He halted in front of your apartment, bringing his fist up to knock on the door. 

His hand wavered in the air. 

This was a mistake.

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Ch. 10

[the-hopeless-haze]

Bruce darling, get a fucking grip. You're gonna get both reader and yourself in trouble🤦‍♂ also I love how much he cares about her, that he's ready to wait forever 😭 like please someone love me like that. I liked your wax poetry on Catholicism, even tho I'm not Christian and almost everything went over my head 😅 keep making amazing content, bye - (the anon waiting for her result)

Lmfao he doesn’t care 💀 Falcone is such an asshole tho he deserves it. and yeah like I had him say at the end “I killed for this” like he really did 😭

Also thank you! I’m glad you liked it even though you don’t have the background. I went more into this on the notes on ao3 but like the Jesus metaphors for superheroes aren’t even concealed most of the time. Like and that’s the point of them they are kind of religious allegories, gods among men, people who are going to save us from corruption and evil (which isn’t happening in real life which is why this is an escape). But I wanted to turn this on its head a little and have Bruce call it out directly and also commit sins in the process lmao. ALSO I think the reason I love Batman so much is because he’s one of the few superheroes who is actually just human like us and this movie really did a particularly good job at that like having him wipe out from flying, having him believe the wrong Spanish translation and waste precious time to catch the Riddler… like he’s infallible. He’s like us. Human. Life is pain. But he wants to do better in spite of all this. Like 😵‍💫 anyway if you like the Christian imagery I really suggest listening to The Killers - specifically the album Pressure Machine. The lead singer who writes a lot of the lyrics is actually Mormon but honestly most of Christianity is just the same stories different rules. I drew a lot of inspiration from them for this fic (it’s where all the song titles come from lol)

Thank you so much! And I hope the wait isn’t killing you and you hear good news when it finality comes back!

[kaelio]

Our Flag Means Death is generating a lot of buzz. Good.

What does this mean? Why does this matter? Well, all right. If you’re asking. Although it’ll take a while before I circle back to this specific show. Are you with me?

A friend of mine once subjected me to a 20-minute rant about how stupid the movie Australia was, that it was hokey and lame, utter schlock. I’ll take her word for it; I never saw it. However, I saw a Blu-ray of Australia at her house. In fact, I saw it lying out in a different spot every time I went there. Clearly hated Australia for someone who had clearly seen it several hundred times. (To this day, I imagine an archaeologist in 4,600 years opening her tomb seeing her dusty skeleton hands eternally gripping the still-gleaming disc….)

Australia was a movie for women. If you’re a man reading this, I suspect you never saw it. You might not even know what this movie was about. Or… that it happened.

There are a lot of movies like that. Books. Shows. There’s an entire world of women’s media you probably never even think about at all, and are never exposed to. Much like the bond market being bigger than the stock market, it’s an unseen and underappreciated juggernaut. It’s quiet, but it matters. However, you’ll only see it if you’re out looking for it.

“B-b-b-but my wife made me watch You’ve Got Mail in 1998!” Shut up. Fuck you, also. Anyway.

Women’s media exists and major media players understand it. They also understand that it is part of the media language of women and related demographics. It operates by its own rules.

These rules are, for the most part, impenetrable to the uninitiated. To the extent that a lot of shibboleths associated with it don’t even scan unless there’s some pre-existing familiarity. It is kept obscure, in part because engagement with it is considered intrinsically shameful—even infantile. (Oh—and Black media is similar, by the way, although that’s not the topic here.)

Frankly, women’s media is treated like a joke only to the extent it’s acknowledged at all. … But let’s be clear: it keeps book publishers afloat. It has to be removed from Amazon metrics lest it—gadzooks!—appear in the rankings eclipsing “respectable” literature like Naked Lunch, a novel written by a man who murdered his wife by shooting her in the face at a party.

There are entire industries that produce media men are never meant to see, which are kept secret, even when they are entirely innocent. Crummy Hallmark movies and the like. How many of the Christmas Prince films have you seen? Have you seen advertised? Those don’t even have cock in them. They don’t even have tits.

Meanwhile, PornHub denies Russian IPs and it’s a news story. No shame there. Pseudo-pornographic ads that cater to men are nothing new.

Women (and those who, for a range of complicated reasons, are culturally aligned, in their media preferences and exposure, with women, which is a lot of extra words to say what we all know I’m saying, i.e. “gay people”) do have “their” properties, but they’re largely secret ones. And they are met with unabashed derision. Rom-coms are stupid. “Chick flicks” are dumb. Many men have never actually seen one, and it’s completely accepted that, if invited to watch one, they are to zone out and, eyes glazed-over, imagine breasts until their wives are done trying to share their interests like some sort of… life partner? (This same standard never applies to Bruce Willis movies, by the way, which are always cool, owing to the shooting and guns also.)

Well, I have news for you: women’s media is, for the most part, super stupid. Garbage through and through.

So is media for men. Differently. It is trash though. But come on…. People love trash. If people didn’t love trash, it wouldn’t get made. Doritos get made because they’re yummy, and they’re trash. Fireball whiskey gets made, and it’s trash. Fast & the Furious movies get made, and they’re trash. It’s crap and people love it.

The shame, though, is different. The idea that one is nevertheless subordinate is different.

Media content creators know women/LGBT+ people exist and have money, and they want as much of that money as possible in exchange for the absolute minimum delivery. I’m sure you’ve seen this rightfully highlighted for how half-assed it is—for example, the “Disney representation” of “live-action” LeFou dancing with a guy for like one second in their Beauty and the Beast remake. Or, of course, the fun one—the giant slug who appears to be overseeing the brief flash of lesbian content in Rise of Skywalker.

Acknowledging what women/LGBT+ people want and then teasing it as thinly as possible is, by this point, a time-honored tradition. It’s a channel that one doesn’t want to close off. (It kept Venom 2 above water, after all.) Movies have to lean on a multitude of markets to make back their investment, and that extends to TV and related media as well.

Disney isn’t stupid. They know full well that Falcon & The Winter Soldier or whatever it was called, would be watched by both men and women, and for different reasons. Tentpole properties and their peripherals are designed very explicitly to appeal to multiple demographics. We accept this; we take it for granted, but I think a lot of men in particular do not realize the extent to which they are normally watching two movie/TV shows at once. And though every woman will realize her boyfriend wants to kick ass in a robot suit (I haven’t seen this series, sorry, I think there’s a robot suit), very few men will bother circling back on whether their girlfriend is hanging out on Archive Of Our Own reading about the leads gargling chode. What’s key isn’t that one is stupid and the other isn’t. It’s the same movie and fundamentally it’s the same bowl of Hi-Chews. You’re reaching for the Green Apple and she’s reaching for Grape but it doesn’t make Hi-Chews any more or less the chemical residue mixed with subsidized corn ooze.

But interestingly, Revenge of the Sith, the third of the bad Star Wars prequel moves, gets far more flack for bad romance dialogue than its bad… everything else. Yeah, the “sand is coarse” scene is stupid. You know what else is stupid? That dumbass parkour laser sword fight that goes on for a million years. The ways that it accommodates its female audience get more scorn than the entire rest of the movie being garbage. That half of the movie catered more to people who care about “feelings” did not diminish the quality of…. Woah, wait a second, the “sand is coarse” is actually the second prequel movie, isn’t it? And the third one has the parkour laser fight. Whatever. There’s bad stupid action stuff and bad stuff for women in it and they’re just bad overall. Across the board. They’re not double-bad when it’s a scene intended for the female part of the audience. It’s the same level of bad as when Anakin jumps out of a taxicab onto some other car on the New York planet.

Most big movies like this are crass pop entertainment and no one is “better” or “worse” that a team of exhausted, nihilistic focus-group-informed functional alcoholics were talking about them when a specific 30-second scene was included in the final product.

When it gets particularly frustrating, however, is when only one side is even still around, and even then, they’re made to eat boot leather like a fin de siècle Amazonian expedition.

I’m going to take Supernatural as an example. Supernatural, a show from the rightfully contemptible “CW” label of unsalvageable trash, producing such brain-meltingly dismal entertainment as Charmed, was some sort of monster-of-the-week series about some sort of stuff happening. When I was in college, I was foolish enough to reveal the fact that I could draw decently well, which led to people trying to get me “into” media properties they hoped I’d make art for. Such was the case for Supernatural. I remember being sat down for three of the “best” episodes while I tried to astrally-project out of my body to escape the absolute agony of actually watching this series and to prevent myself from lashing out at my beloved cohort of friends with bad taste. It is front-to-back, top-to-bottom dogshit.

By season 61 or whatever, Supernatural—never good—was so bad even its most loyal viewers weren’t denying it. However, despite being exclusively watched by delusionally hopeful women with flamingo-salinity tolerance for bad writing, the creators still couldn’t pander to them because maybe there was one straight guy out there still accidentally watching it. I watched, from Tumblr-mutual-level “afar”, as people waited with bated breath to see if the ending would throw them a bone, which obviously it didn’t.

Supernatural was never going to cater to its female/LGBT+ fanbase. I knew that. I think every single person watching it knew that, intellectually. Still, if there was ever shameless hope, why not there? I mean, why not? The CW had every incentive to give them what they wanted. These were the people who’d done letter-writing (e-mail writing?) campaigns over and over to keep it on the air. These were the people keeping the ratings up. These were the people buying the merchandise and the DVDs. And realistically, if… whoever the brother was who they wanted with the angel guy?... became “canon”, they’d experience a resurgence the way that informing us that “the Impala went to heaven*” would not, if similarly reliant on the fervent enthusiasm of four or so men who passed out in front of their TVs in search of the remote.

*Yes, I know the car went to heaven. I know this because people were talking about it when I was trying to get up-to-date 2020 US election news. These memories are inextricable (thanks, everyone).

I mean, even Crisco leaned into being the cheap gay butt lube of choice for gay men. For god’s sakes, there was money in it.

… But it was never going to happen. When the “male” aspect of a property clashes with the “female/LGBT+” aspect, the male side always wins and the female/LGBT+ side always loses. Always. Every single time. 

It loses, even in this capitalistic society, even when the financial incentive is to cater to it. It is simply too important, culturally, societally, that you do not get what you want. That’s what it is telling you, over and over, explicitly.

Unless something was made exclusively for women/LGBT+ at the get-go, like Australia, it won’t, in the end, choose them.

It doesn’t matter how many times Sherlock pretended it would make Moriarty gay. Any viewer who made it past Moffat’s apparent insistence that a gong plays every time an Asian person appears onscreen (a season 1 threshold by the way), was going to be disappointed, because there might be a hypothetical guy out there who still really wanted to see how that garbage turned out. Again, since I’m basically making enemies of everyone for no good reason, come on, my friends. My buddies. My pals. What did you honestly think was going to happen? Yes, I know about the “secret episode” that was going to drop and make it all better. You knew it wasn’t going to happen. Realistically you knew the whole time, no matter how foppish they made anyone. They coded them gay to mock you for picking up on it—for being media literate.

To be clear though, you weren’t really to blame. The show did that, to induce that reaction in you. You just engaged in good faith. That was a good-faith reading. The problem is, however, the people who make these shows don’t respect you and they are not operating in good faith. Frankly, they think you’re stupid. They think you’re stupid for believing them, and watching media that relies on your viewership. This makes them bad, but you were still credulous.

You might notice I’m parenthetically noting that I haven’t consumed a lot of this media firsthand, which is true. In fact, I was somewhat struggling to think of examples of things with which I had direct knowledge. This is just a personality quirk—I’m a stubborn and cynical person, and I don’t like the sense I’m being jerked around. Now, as an example of a TV show I did actually watch with controlled hopes, though: MTV’s Teen Wolf. That is a show that made some relatively concrete promises about representation going in, and which had an overwhelmingly female audience—so, like, why not? Anyway it still completely failed in countless ways. Creators made promises directly to fans and then broke them.

And still I can hardly blame them, because true—it wasn’t implication, it was directly promised!—but it was just one level divorced from every other way female/LGBT+ viewers have been fucked over since forever. Same shit with one more step, so really, who’s the fool? So Lucy had a soccer ball this time. What’s the difference?

Oh, I guess now’s as good a place as any to mildly touch on why “female/LGBT+” are a combined category. The answer is, as far as I can tell, very little to do with what they are. It’s a category far more defined by what they’re not: “men” as men are “supposed to” be. In highly reductive terms, the “rest”. The culturally non-prioritized. Some guys, if they read this, will almost certainly take issue to this—“what about us short guys” etc.—but the truth is, you probably do belong in this category, too, except you don’t embrace that. Trust me, if you want to start hanging around dowdy women they’ll have you, provided you behave like you want to belong and not like they should be grateful you’ll resort to associating with them.

And the media for “the rest” is going to have motifs that resonate with “the rest”. Portrait of a Lady on Fire is going to be relevant to all members of “the rest”, even if its marketing was female-oriented, and… I’m really not the person who should be writing this… Love Simon? is relevant to “the rest” even if its marketing was LGBT+ oriented. A lot of mainstream-male-oriented media is going to feature power fantasies for the powerful who want to be more powerful, for the distilled ego. Many of “the rest” don’t think it’s a credible story for them; they won’t relate to it the same way they do about someone making a safe nest in a hostile environment, for example. Yes, there are obvious exceptions. But no one gets an Iron Man suit in Big Eden.

(On that note, “Girlboss” media is actually a move in the right direction. Catering to simple ego is a positive indicator for women. “Maybe if I can find someone safe, I can survive” is a common underlying theme in media for women and though yes, we like it, we should be clear-eyed about the fact that’s fucking sad. “I can actually thrive on Earth” is a good message. Stop overcomplicating things, everyone. While I’m here, no, you don’t want to live on a farm. Have you ever been to a farm.)

All right, circling back:

Our Flag Means Death is the TV equivalent of Big Eden, the old and dearly beloved rom-com. It told a neglected and constantly misled chunk of viewership that this time, we would come first. For once, we were the priority. And it did. It allowed “the rest” to win.

Pirates of the Caribbean leaned on effeminate characters. By all accounts, Depp’s choice of how to play Jack Sparrow catapulted the movie (met with hatred from Disney higher-ups, at a stage too late in production to recharacterize) from “predictable failure” to one of the most profitable film series of all time. But there was little doubt it would stay in that hazy world of implications and nods for the people who still clung to it but were also, importantly, subsidizing it. Black Sails finally put some LGBT+ characters into pirate fandom, but—okay, I never “got into” Black Sails—but largely briefly, and through a transgressive lens. Also it was on Starz, and I still don’t know what Starz is. Is that… like… HBO? I’m not kidding here. What the fuck is Starz? Okay, moving on….

Pirates were ripe for it, as a subject. But only Our Flag Means Death really delivered as the indulgent romp that people had been asking for since…. Okay, pulling up IMBD here for a second…. 2003?! Ah Christ, that is a long time!

While we’re at it, forget people carping about “objective quality” or whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’m not even going to engage with that question. I think Our Flag Means Death and Big Eden are good but it wouldn’t matter if they weren’t.

It’s the thing we like. And for once, instead of insinuating we were going to get the thing we liked, and then mocking us for being so foolish as to believe that promise, we just got the thing. For fucking once, we’re not the fucking fool.

Our Flag Means Death is a show that chose us. We’re celebrating it. If you don’t like that, go pound sand.

 Ultimately, the point is this, and it is important:

Support media that doesn’t have contempt for you, and doesn’t lie to you. Stop accepting this social model that tells you that you have to be ashamed for wanting, when others no more deserving get to want, shamelessly, and get.

Be upfront and be honest about what you like, and who’s giving it to you, and who, conversely, takes your trust and spits in your face.

   Oh yeah, my favorite movie is Ravenous. Check it out.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

This Game of Yours

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Jason was beautiful.

And somehow that scar that went from the right corner of his mouth up to his temple only made him that much more beautiful to Y/N.

Those blue eyes were the same color of water on a stormy day in the Irish sea. And somehow Y/N knew they held the same tempestuousness.

The white streak weaved with his jet black hair so naturally that Y/N would’ve believed he was born with it.

His shoulders were so broad, making his 6’3 height feel even more imposing. He had a presence. People noticed every time he walked into a room. It made Y/N wonder how he was ever able to sneak up on people as Red Hood.

He was wearing a black hoodie underneath his black moto jacket.

Y/N knew Jason didn’t give a shit about fashion. Yet he was well-dressed without any effort – more so than most of the models Y/N had shot throughout her career.

Not being able to control herself any longer, Y/N raised her camera and took a photo.

Jason stopped surveying their surroundings and his gaze snapped to her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

But his growl didn’t scare her in the slightest.

“Anyone who’s by me when I have a camera is at risk of getting their picture taken. No one is safe. Not even you,” she answered his question unapologetically.

Y/N was working on a personal passion project for her next show. Her collection would be about the poverty and crime of Gotham. Half of the photos would show the heaviest crime areas of the city. And the other half would expose the lifestyles of the wealthiest people in Gotham.

Why did so many suffer from the same system that helped the rich get even richer?

When Bruce found out Y/N was going to Crime Alley and the Bowery by herself, he was visibly upset.

But he realized that Y/N would do as she pleased, so his plan b was to give her protective detail.

However, Y/N didn’t know that Jason had volunteered, almost immediately.

Instead, all she heard was Jason grimly telling her, “You’re lucky you haven’t been fucking murdered yet.”

She had only responded with a roll of her eyes.

“I’m not your escort so you can take my picture. I’m here so you don’t get raped or murdered.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?”

His only response was a glare.

Jason loved playing this game. The game of pretending to be irritated with her when actually he was absolutely infatuated with Y/F/N Y/L/N.

“The easiest way to stop getting your picture taken is to always be the one holding the camera,” Y/N added with a smirk and wink.

Jason didn’t answer, only thinking what a shame it was that no one got to photograph her.

Suddenly, the sunlight hit the top of his head perfectly, creating a halo around that thick and messy hair of his.

Y/N snapped another photo.

“Will you stop?” He warned.

It only succeeded in making her laugh.

And that just excited his heart even more.

“Jason, you were born to get your photo taken.” 

There was no joke underneath her words, only sincerity.

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

Jason had a hard time believing that. His skin was riddled with scars. And he was convinced that she’d be singing a different song if she saw his chest, with its thick autopsy scar amongst the so many others. The absolute last word he’d use to describe himself was beautiful. Strong and imposing? Yes. But never beautiful – or any other positive adjective, for that matter.

“I’m not kidding. If you ever want to stop the whole vigilante thing, you can easily become a model.”

Y/N had noticed it as soon as Jason took of his helmet that night. His domino mask had done nothing to prevent her from noting the obvious.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to realize Jason wasn’t like his “brothers.”

“Brothers.” What a strange word.

Should she consider all of them as hers?

Only Damian was actually related to her – and technically he was only her half-brother.

Y/N had watched Jason get on his motorcycle and leave the cave that night she’d almost died.

She’d agreed to stay for dinner and get to know everyone. And a part of her brain was excited to get a better read on the masked man that sat by her bedside as she’d recovered.

“He’s not staying?” Y/N had asked Bruce as he guided her to the stairs that led back up to the manor.

He only shook his head, but she noticed the disappointed expression.

Soon she found out that Jason was the black sheep of this strange family that had taken her in.

Dick was the one who told her about Jason’s dark past. All of it seemed unbelievable: murdered by Joker and brought back to life from a mysterious pit. Only to return to the family who appeared to have replaced him and never sought vengeance on Jason’s behalf. 

But it was true; Y/N had seen no lie in Dick’s eyes when he filled her in.

Suddenly there was yelling coming from around the corner.

Without hesitation, Jason shoved Y/N behind him.

He reached for one of his guns and then realized that he didn’t have any.

Y/N was rather vocal about hating them, claiming they made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her expression alone as she said it was enough for Jason to swallow his stubbornness and leave the things at home.

Bruce was rather taken aback by the gesture. Nothing he’d ever said was enough to get Jason to do that.

A gang of young men came marching around the corner like they owned the place…because they did. This was their territory.

Jason immediately recognized them as some of the Russian mob.

Despite pulling Y/N behind him, they still caught sight of her and looked her up and down without an ounce of shame.

“Hey, beautiful. How you doing?”

“Продолжай идти, придурки,” Jason growled at them.

He was outnumbered. But there must’ve been something about his body language that made the gang realize they shouldn’t pick a fight with him. Maybe it was the muscles or his height or that he looked like he wouldn’t even blink before murdering them.

So they just…walked away. Some of them mumbled threats or insults at him. But they realized they shouldn’t even so much as look at Y/N.

A split second before they were gone, Y/N took a picture of Jason.

“Really?” He asked.

She shrugged. “You look like a different person when you’re protective.”

Y/N was beautiful.

Jason watched as she passionately explained her work to a potential buyer.

He recognized the man as a local politician – luckily, one of the few that hadn’t been corrupted from this shitty city.

Y/N had the intimidating energy of her father, but the kind eyes of her mother. At least, that was what Bruce had told everyone, and they all took his word for it.

She wore a stylish white jumpsuit that made her look like a 1980s villain and black stiletto heels. 

Jason watched as men cowered in her presence, hating the fact that she proudly stood taller than them. She was just one less woman they could intimidate or manipulate – and they couldn’t stand it.

But Jason loved watching the emasculation in real time.

The bastards didn’t deserve her anyway.

Dick was one of the very few men Jason knew who didn’t blink at a woman towering over him. In fact, his older brother had a track record of preferring it.

“Surprised to see you here,” Bruce said beside him, catching Jason watching Y/N.

“Well, I was her personal bodyguard through all this. Figured I should see if it was worth me wasting my time or not.” Then he tossed back his champagne and slammed it on the tray of a waiter passing by. “Plus, free alcohol.”

Bruce just quirked an eyebrow, silently telling Jason that he knew he was lying.

“Are you buying something?” Jason asked, trying to change the subject.

“I have been strictly forbidden,” Bruce sighed.

Jason chuckled.

He knew if Bruce had his way, he’d buy every single on of Y/N’s pieces.

“I have to know,” Bruce began. “What exactly is holding you back?”

Jason finally ripped his gaze away from Y/N to give Bruce a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You care about her.”

“All of us do,” Jason brushed off. “Even the demon spawn.”

Bruce knew there wasn’t a chance Jason would admit his feelings – especially to him.

“Not that I think you care…but you have my approval.”

Little did Bruce know, Jason did care.

Jason had convinced himself that their rocky relationship and past fights meant that Bruce would die before he let Jason be anywhere near his daughter.

And Jason could hardly blame him.

He didn’t deserve to be loved. He lost that right after he died and came back a monster. And that was the story Jason told himself over and over again.

So he would love Y/N from afar. And hope she would pick someone who was worthy of her love.

“She’s basically my sister,” Jason groaned in fake disgust.

It was quite the performance.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. “We both know that isn’t what’s stopping you. And you’ve made it clear you don’t consider us your family.”

“Whatever, Bruce.”

Jason walked away, having enough of the subject.

“What was that about?” Clark asked as he joined Bruce’s side.

“Jason refusing to let himself be happy,” Bruce sighed.

Clark already knew what Bruce was talking about. He’d seen Y/N and Jason dancing around each other for months now. He’d never really seen Y/N take an interest in anyone before, so it was all new for Clark.

“Don’t worry. Y/N won’t let him get away with it for much longer,” Clark said through a smirk. “She gets what she wants.”

And Bruce believed him.

“It doesn’t bother you – the two of them together?” Clark asked with genuine curiosity.

“Jason reminds me every day that I’m not his father. And I’m hardly Y/N’s.” A soft smile formed on Bruce’s lips. “He’ll look after her. And she…I think she’d be good for him. I just want them to be happy. Both of them.”

——

Jason headed home rather early.

He’d never actually went to say congratulations or even hello to Y/N.

Every time he was about to go over, someone else stole her attention. He didn’t want to get in the way of her talking to potential buyers or even just friends.

Jason was just about to make himself something to eat when there was a knock at his door.

He froze.

Very few people knew where his apartment was.

Jason grabbed a gun and tiptoed to his front door.

With a peak through the peephole, he let out a irritated sigh.

Jason whipped the door open, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot your head off.”

“Maybe don’t own guns and you wouldn’t have to worry about shit like that,” Y/N snapped back.

“What are you doing here?”

“You come to my gallery opening and don’t even say hi?” Y/N accused as she stepped around him and into the apartment, not waiting for an invitation.

Jason eyed the paper bag that was in one of her hands.

“By all means, come on in,” he called sarcastically as he slammed the door behind her.

Y/N started searching through his cabinets. “Where are your glasses?”

“The one to your right. What are you doing here?”

Y/N had the brightest and almost mischievous smile as she pulled a bottle of champagne from the paper bag.

“I brought this as my thanks for you making sure I don’t – and I quote – ‘get raped and murdered.’”

Jason glared at her.

Here was the game again.

Y/N being charming and hilariously provoking..and Jason pretending like he hadn’t fallen for her.

She poured them both a glass. They weren’t flutes or coupes, but she couldn’t care less.

“We’re chugging these, by the way,” Y/N informed Jason as she handed him a glass.

He sighed, but obediently clinked his glass with hers and tossed it back.

Barely giving them a second, Y/N immediately refilled them.

“So, why didn’t you come over and say hi?” She repeated.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” Jason mumbled with a shrug.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. “You’ve never bothered me before, Jason.”

Now he felt guilty.

Jason bowed his head. “I should’ve come and talked to you,” he agreed. “Your work…it looked – it’s amazing, Y/N. Congratulations.”

Apparently Y/N hadn’t expected such a sincere compliment from him, and she was stunned to silence.

“Thank you,” she managed to whisper once she’d recovered.

She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her edge. “And really…thank you for being my own little security detail.”

If Jason was healthy about expressing is thoughts and feelings, he would’ve told her that it was the highlight of his weeks. That he looked forward to her calls or texts, telling him that she was going to photograph another shady area. “Be there or don’t. I’m going no matter what,” she’d text him with her usual snark.

But Jason didn’t express his thoughts and feelings.

He kept them bottled up – with the same energy he used to keep Y/N at a distance.

So instead, Jason said, “If it wasn’t me, one of the others would’ve done it.”

Y/N winced slightly at that.

‘You’re such a fucking asshole,’ Jason told himself.

“You know…we can see each other even you’re not my bodyguard.”

Jason was impressed by her boldness. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t good. He couldn’t play the loving boyfriend role. She belonged with someone like Dick or Clark – or literally anyone but him. And Jason was willing to be an asshole to make sure she understood that.

Y/N took a step closer to him, invading his personal space.

Without breaking eye contact, she threw back her second glass of champagne and then placed it on the nearest counter space.

She stepped even closer.

This was simultaneously Jason’s worst nightmare and most desired dream.

Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.

But before she could make her final push, Jason took a step back and cleared his throat.

He looked down at the ground as he said, “You should go.”

When he looked up, he expected to find Y/N heartbroken or embarrassed.

But she was neither.

No. She looked irritated.

Not because she wasn’t getting what she wanted, but because she was sick of his games.

Y/N sighed and stepped back. “Fine.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration as she grabbed her purse and started for the door she had walked through only minutes ago.

She opened it and paused.

“You know what? No. Fuck that,” Y/N snapped before slamming the door closed.

She whipped around and strutted back to him with purpose.

Jason was suspended with both fervor and awe.

Y/N grabbed his face and pulled him down to her lips.

All self control went out the window. Jason couldn’t continue his game. It was all over for him.

He kissed her back almost immediately. How could he not?

Y/N bit his lip slightly, making him hiss in surprise. It was his punishment for making her wait all this time.

Eventually they needed a moment to breathe.

But Y/N didn’t let go of his face when their lips finally parted.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she breathed.

He swallowed nervously. “You’re kind of fucking terrifying. You know that?”

Her smile was pure evil.

Apparently this was the right response.

“Are you done being an idiot?” She asked.

He nodded quickly.

Her hands moved down and then lingered on his neck, tracing the bottom lines of his jaw.

She smiled again and then looked him up and down.

“What?” He questioned.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I’m just…I’m not used to being shorter than men.”

“Is that the only reason you like me? Huh? My height?” Jason goaded.

“Of course not,” Y/N scoffed. “It was the whole ‘I look like I could murder everyone and I can, but deep down I’m a big softie’ that did it for me.”

Jason’s grip tightened on her waist. “Oh, yeah? You’re one to talk…”

“Me?!” She yelped. “I couldn’t kill anyone, even if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe. But your terrifying in basically every other way.”

Y/N laughed at that.

Jason couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound

“So…still want me to leave?” She asked.

And this time, she would if that’s really what he wanted.

“Fuck no,” Jason answered, almost threateningly.

Then, for good measure, he picked her up by the back of her thighs and carried her to the couch, before he started to kiss her once again.

Y/N knew things weren’t always going to be this simple.

Jason had his demons. 

And honestly, so did she. They were nothing like his. And maybe they were silly in comparison. But she wouldn’t be the perfect partner. Just like he wouldn’t be. 

They’d drive each other crazy. But it would be the good kind of crazy.

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+ Childhood

[nightcolorz]

Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with the power of persuasion

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: towards the end this branches off into the fatws timeline but there’s no explicit spoilers

prompt: anonymous: “Can you do hcs for the avengers with a reader who has powers like Allison Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy?”

the avengers were a little iffy about you because......someone with your power was hard to trust at first

“mind control isn’t as fun as it sounds, you guys. i really don’t wanna keep my guard up at all times when i’m at home base” -clint

“yeah, i’m not sure if i trust this one yet. i mean, i’m totally immune to mind control, but what if they mind control someone to come after me? and they have easy access to the place?” -tony

“excuse me, did you just say you were immune to mind control?” -nat

“he most certainly is not” -wanda

i mean, you get it and all. you heard stories of the avengers’ past encounters. it couldve messed them up

and they had no character references for you

you were new and mysterious

and your powers could be dangerous if you used them the wrong way

“well, i say we take a chance on them. they might surprise us” -cap

“i knew you would say some crap like that” -tony

“i thought a surprise was the opposite of what we wanted?” -bruce

you were put on the team soon after, but you had to have a buddy on missions

*pretending that we have deaf/hoh!clint like in the comics* you were buddied up with clint since your powers were auditory

“you can’t sign me an involuntary command, can you?” -clint

“no, sir” -you

“cool, cool, cool” -clint

stealth looked good on you, ngl

you were able to get behind heavy gunmen and whisper commands to them

“simon says you are an avenger now, shoot the enemy” -you

“simon says i am your new boss, take out your ex-coworkers” -you

“simon says give me your keycard” -you

“simon says i’m not the enemy, you are” -you

“not bad down there, y/n!” -sam

“thanks! now can somebody give me a lift to that one all the way up there?” -you

you proved yourself that day, so everyone got a lot more comfortable with you

and you made a promise that day that you’d never use your powers on them

but occasionally someone would ask you a simple favor, like putting them to sleep or making them focus on a project

“i think the focus one could be a fire hazard” -you

“so just come and get me! or let me die, that’d be fine, too” -tony

“whatever...simon says focus on the new tech” -you

time went by and things got tough, especially when the sokovia accords rolled in

“i wasn’t even there for that, mr. secretary” -you

“and i’m aware of that, mx. l/n, but you still pose a threat to people around the world. you have the means to walk into any place you want and do anything you want. you can see how that makes people uneasy, don’t you?” -ross

“i’ve never used my abilities for anything but good” -you

“what y/n is trying to say is—” -steve

“he knows what i’m trying to say, but apparently that’s the issue” -you

you were “grounded” with wanda

and pretty pissed about it

“i can understand why i’m here, y/n, but you? what did you do?” -wanda

“i intimidate men in charge, i guess” -you

sounds about right, huh?

but clint broke you out

“finallyyyyy! vision is such a drag” -you

and when you got to germany, you were conflicted with yourself

should you use your powers on the teammates who wanted you locked away?

if you got into their comms, you could stop it in an instant

but that’d take some time

“hi, simon(e)! i’m, uh, scott! i think you’re pretty neat!” -scott (p.s. y/n’s hero name is simon/simone. whatever you prefer idrc)

“thanks...and what do you do?” -you

“he shrinks!” -sam

you snuck out to the pavement and tried to hack their comms, but could only do it one at a time

so you got the spider kid

“simon says stick the cat man to the side of the plane” -you

but that cat had claws

alright, it might be harder than you think

“oh god, simon(e)?” -scott

“what is it?” -you

“i’m a little nervous for my next trick...would it be too much to ask if you did your little command thing for me?” -scott

“ughhhhh...simon says, go on with your ‘trick’” -you

and all the sudden he shot up into the air

“oh, nice” -you

you really hated fighting with these guys, but you were out of options and now cap wanted you to come with him, he wouldn’t leave without you

“steve, i’m sorry. simon says leave without us” -you

and that he did, which left you to be caught by a hair

“so close, weren’t you?” -tony

“simon says go to hell” -you

“very funny, guess i’m immune to mind control, after all” -tony

having a mouth restraint place on you that tony had been saving ever since you joined the team

one that “team cap” heavily protested the second they saw it

“tony, that’s wrong! don’t you trust them enough not to do that? they’re going to hate you after all of this” -wanda

“it’s either me or them. at least mine is comfortable” -tony

kinda fucked lol but understandable ig

having to testify without a voice, only able to type or write

but eventually you made your case and were able to make a deal, but part of that deal was to keep your mouth sealed when in the presence of authority since your voice was deemed a weapon ;)

kinda a dick move if you ask me

so you said fuck that and became a fugitive with steve + friends

but used your powers less and less

again, only for favors because it was hard to get peace in these crappy motels

“simon says kill that roach, oh god” -you @ steve

“you were an avenger and you can’t kill a roach?” -sam

“don’t start with me, sam, or you’re sleeping on the floor” -you

“you wouldn’t” -sam

“don’t test me” -you

waiting and waiting for some kind of turning point that didnt come until alien invasion 2.0

and you tried so hard to stop thanos from snapping, but the stones got the best of you as you were frozen in time

but fortunately you didn’t dust

leaving you to get a rematch against thanos when the time would come

and reuniting with tony just for him to lecture you with the rest of the team

“go fuck yourself, tony” -you

“oh, thank god they didn’t say ‘simon says’” -that raccoon you’ve known for like 3 weeks

“do you ever shut up?” -you

“no, he does not” -nebula

anyways your time did not come and you waited five years for another chance

and although you did not redeem yourself on your own, you were just glad that your side, humanity, had won

but just before thanos had ceased to exist, you told him

“simon says to feel the pain of loss for all of eternity” -you

it may have been cruel, but it’s what he deserved

the next step was for you and sam to be pardoned of your crimes

but you didn’t exactly part ways just because...what else was there for you to do? the two of you were close after your time on the run

and all was well until he decided to give the shield up

“oh, bucky’s gonna be pissed” -you

“he’ll be fine” -sam

now, bucky had mixed feelings about you

he was nervous about your powers, but you did save him

and he knew what it felt like not to be trusted

so he gave you a chance and partnered with you after the “new captain america” and the “flag smashers” fiasco

legally, if you used your powers on a government official/soldier you’d go back in the slammer, but it was quite tempting, even if it were just a “simon says punch yourself in the face”

and off to madripoor you went with...zemo

“are you going to persuade me into something petty, mx. l/n?” -zemo

“i’ve gotta make it worth it, honestly, but there’s no rule against me doing so, so at least i won’t feel bad” -you

and who knows what’s next?

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[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 6

Chapter 1     Chapter 5

Marinette collapsed onto the barstool and immediately motioned to the bartender, ordering a drink before Adrien had even sat down. She downed the drink as soon as it came and motioned for another.  The bartender raised an eyebrow at her.  “Want me to just leave the bottle?”

“Yes,” Marinette answered gratefully with a bright smile.

“No,” Adrien answered over her.  “Just another drink for now and a water for me, please.” The bartender looked between the two of them, waiting for her response to his interruption.  Marinette pouted and slumped in her stool, but didn’t counter him so the bartender nodded and left to pour the drinks.

“Leaving the bottle would be easier,” she commented, slightly annoyed.

“And more dangerous,” he warned.  Marinette rolled her eyes and looked away.  It wasn’t that she disagreed.  She knew it was stupid.  She knew she shouldn’t drink until she blacked out.  She knew it wasn’t safe, especially in Gotham.  But honestly, she didn’t care.  The entire day had been a clusterfuck of dark thoughts and tears, after their meeting with M. Fox, and now she just wanted to forget… everything.  She wanted to forget her day.  She wanted to forget the last twenty odd years.  She wanted to forget her feelings.  She wanted to forget how to feel.  She wanted to forget how to think.

“You might want to try something else,” Adrien tried instead.  If self-preservation wasn’t going to get through to her, maybe he could use her self-destruction against her.  “If you get the bottle, you’re committed to that liquor.  If you just go by the glass, you can try different ones.”

Marinette looked at him from the corner of her eye, knowing exactly what he was doing but unable to fault his logic.  Instead she propped her elbows on the bar and buried her face in her hands.  She mumbled a thank you to the bartender when she heard him set her drink in front of her but groaned when she heard someone sit on the stool next to her.  There were plenty of open seats around the room, plenty of seats at the bar, if that’s where the person wanted to sit.  

The only reason for the person to sit so close was because they wanted to talk to her.  And while she would normally be polite and give the person a smile and maybe talk with them before turning them down, she was utterly, completely, and in all ways, not in the mood.  So, regardless of whether the person was there to hit on her or talk to her because she was a Wayne, she had no interest in any kind of a conversation.

She moved her hands just enough to clearly enunciate, “Not even remotely interested.  Move along, please.”

The man chuckled and leaned against the bar himself. “Good to hear it.  I'm pretty sure the Press would have a field day with that.”

Adrien scowled at the men who had taken the seat by them and wouldn’t take no for an answer.  “Hey, buddy, she said not interested.  Find someone else,” he growled threateningly.  

The man shook his head.  “I only have so many sisters and the others don’t drink. Well, not with me anyway.”  He motioned to the bartender.  “Actually, the only other sibling we have that can drink, besides Cass, is Dick and he is going to be absolutely insufferable for months over this, trying to make you feel welcome in the family.  So I’m avoiding him too.”

Marinette eased her head out of her hands to look at the man.  She immediately recognized him from the gala.  Jason Todd.  One of Bruce’s sons.  She narrowed her eyes at him.  What was he doing here?  How did he find her?  “You followed me here.”

Jason shook his head with a light chuckle.  He looked up as the bartender approached. “Hey Jay, Roy.  The usual?”

Jason nodded.  “Thanks, Jack.”  He waited for the bartender to retreat to pour the drinks before turning back to her. “If anything, you followed me here.”

Marinette scoffed and turned back to her drink.  “I was just looking for some place to get drunk and forget about the whole,” she motioned to him, “drama.”  She glared down at her purse.  “Lucky me.  I chose this bar.  Sorry for the accusation.”

Jason waved her off.  “No.  I get it. Paranoia is justified in this family.  Welcome to the family.  It doesn't get better.”

Marinette groaned and dropped her head into her hands again.  She motioned to the bartender as he brought Jason and Roy their drinks.  “What do you want?  Same?”

“I don't care.  Whatever you have and make it a double… please.  Is a triple a thing?”  Her eyes brightened at the idea.  Adrien motioned no behind her, his eyes pleading with the bartender.

Bartender nodded.  “Yes, ma'am.  Double it is.”

Adrien let out a relieved breath and turned to the boys.  “Hi.  I’m Adrien,” Adrien finally cut in after a few moments of awkward silence.

“Nice to meet you.  So you’re the one schtupping my sister.”  Jason reached out to shake his hand.

Marinette wrinkled her nose in confusion.  “Schtup?  What is schtup?”  She downed the last of her drink as she waited for them to respond.

“Screwing,” Roy answered.

Adrien choked on air and Marinette spit out the whiskey she had just drank.  Marinette glared at him and shot Jack an apologetic smile.  “Sorry about that.  This one and the next are on the asshole.”  The bartender looked to Jason with a laugh and nodded.

“It was just an observation,” Jason answered with a smirk.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Marinette grunted.

“That’s a tall order for Jason,” Roy grinned.

“He’s tall.  He can handle it,” Marinette snarked with a shrug.  She turned back to Jason.  “No.  No we are not stooping.”

“Schtupping,” Jason corrected.

“Stopping…” Marinette tried again.

“Sch…toooo…ping,” he corrected again, accentuating each sound for her.

Marinette blinked a few times at him.  “Screwing,” she finally finished with a decided nod.  Roy laughed hard.  “He’s my brother Adrien.  Adrien…”

“Her other brother, Jason.”  Jason finished for her.  Marinette narrowed her eyes at him but didn’t contradict him.  “And this is my partner, Roy,” Jason continued, motioning toward Roy who gave a short wave before taking another drink.

Marinette waved back at him.  She turned back to Jason.  “Partner… is that another word for screwing too?”  

Jason sputtered and narrowed his eyes at her, frustrated that he walked into that so easily, but Roy laughed loudly again.  “I like her.  New favorite sibling… don’t tell Cass… or Dick.”  He grinned charmingly at Marinette.  “But no.  Business partner.  Not currently schtupping anyone.”

Jason rounded on him and glared.  Roy looked back at him innocently.  “Yes?”

“No,” he said warningly.

“Are you another Wayne?” Marinette asked Roy.

“No?”  He stared at her for a few seconds before realization set in.  “No.  I hang out with them a lot.  Dick and I used to be on a team together so we were around each other constantly for a while there.  Our families used to be together a lot.  They feel like family sometimes.”  He grinned at her.  “But, no. Not in any way related to you.”

Marinette nodded and looked back at her drink.  At least that’s one person in Gotham her… M. Wayne hadn’t adopted after chucking her out.  Jason glared harder at Roy and punched his shoulder.  “Sister,” he hissed.

Roy grinned back.  “Yours, not mine.  We just established that.  Keep up.”

Jason narrowed his eyes even further before relaxing them as he turned back to Marinette.  “So, how are you handling… you know, everything?”

Marinette and Adrien both stared at him with deadpan expressions.  Marinette looked pointedly around the bar and her drink.  “Oh, you know… well.”  She kept eye contact with him as she downed the rest of her drink, wincing at the feeling. She looked down at her drink critically. “Why do I drink this stuff?  I hate it.”

“Maybe you should ease off then,” Adrien offered gently.

“No.  Fuck off. I want to get drunk,” she glowered back at him.  Roy chuckled and motioned to Jack for her.

Adrien sighed and raised his hands in defeat. “Okay.  Maybe something that tastes better then?”

Marinette cocked her head in consideration. “Okay.  Excuse me, M. bartender?  Can I get something that will get me very drunk very fast and taste better than this, please?”

Jack blinked at her a few times and looked over to Jason.  Roy laughed at her response while Jason shook his head.  “She’s had a rough day.  You got anything?”

Jack grunted and shook his head as he looked around. “I’ll look.”

“Thank you, M. bartender,” Marinette chirped at him. He waved her off without looking back at her.

“I think you came to the wrong bar if you’re looking for something other than the basics,” Roy mock whispered at her.

She leaned in closer, leaning past Jason to talk to Roy. “I came to get drunk and away from reporters and forget about all this,” she motioned toward Jason.  “I came to the wrong bar for more reasons than my liquor preference.”  

She suspiciously eyed the drink Jack put in front of her with a grunt, but plastered a smile on her face.  “Thank you.”  She tentatively took a sip and wrinkled her nose in disgust.  There was no way she was going to be able to drink this slowly.  The only solution was all at once.  She removed the tiny umbrella she was pretty sure he added to mock her and downed the drink like a shot.  She gasped at the horrific sensation.  Adrien just barely missed getting his water away from her before she grabbed it to get rid of the taste.

She handed the now empty glass back to Adrien and buried her head in her hands.  “Regretting your decision?” he asked with a smirk.  Served her right for stealing his water.

Marinette groaned into her hands and nodded.  After a few seconds she leaned back in her chair, eyes unfocused.  “I should never have come here.”

“Told you so,” Roy singsonged.  “Now there’s a different bar a few streets over you might like better…”  The rest of his sentence got cut off when Jason smacked his shoulder with the back of his hand.

Jason turned to Marinette with a sympathetic smile. “I often feel that way, but usually after a few more drinks.”

Marinette shook her head.  “I knew it was stupid to come.  I knew I shouldn’t have,” she groaned pitifully.  “I could feel something bad was going to happen, I just thought that was the part before we came not… not,” she motioned all around her. “God, I was so stupid.  I should have known I wouldn’t be able to just sneak in and out.”  She leaned her head on Adrien’s shoulder, fighting the tears.

“So why did you?” Jason asked as though he didn’t know.

She looked over at him for a second without raising her head from Adrien’s shoulder before closing her eyes again.  “Friend needed a job.  Was getting sc… schtuped by the hiring committee at WE and scouted by a few other places that I didn’t trust… I mean Lexcorp gets blown up less than Palmer but then he’d have to work for M. Luthor.  And, yeah, I don’t think so.  So that leaves your dad.”

“Our dad,” Jason corrected pointedly.

“So you thought you'd use your connections to get him a job and didn't think you would get noticed?” Roy asked not even bothering to hide his amusement at the apparent stupidity of the plan.  It wasn’t often he got to enjoy how laughably bad other people’s plans were.

“So,” she countered pointedly, looking directly at him, “I thought I’d use my charismatic personality to charm M. Fox into noticing him and let him know one of his scouts is poaching ideas.  You were never supposed to know I was here.”  She squeezed her eyes shut and let out another long sigh.

“But I was so stupid and now everyone knows and once they know...” she groaned and let her head drop onto the bar top with a resounding thud.  She popped her head up quickly and rubbed her head.  “Ewww.  It’s sticky. I don’t even want to know what caused that.”  She pulled some hand sanitizer out of her purse and wiped her forehead with it.

“You approached Lucius Fox with nothing more than charisma and got him to do what you asked?” Roy asked in amazement.

“And my brains, but…” she leaned closer to him as if passing on a secret, “I can be very charming when I want to be…”  She looked down at herself and frowned.  “When I’m not,” she motioned to herself, “you know. A mess.”

Roy smiled charmingly.  “I believe that.  Even when you aren’t trying.  And if this is you as a mess, normal you must blow people away.”

Marinette scoffed and turned back to her drink.  Jason waited until her attention was on her glass and shoved Roy hard enough to knock him off his chair.  Adrien raises an amused eyebrow at them before shaking his head and looking down.  Marinette looked over at the sound.  Her brow furrowed in concern.  Jason smiled casually and motioned to Roy.  “Too much to drink.”

Roy narrowed his eyes at him and rubbed his hip. “Overprotective much?” he grumbled quietly enough for Marinette not to hear.

Marinette turned back to her drink, noting it was awfully low.  She swirled the contents and nodded distractedly.  “Lucky.”

Roy bit his tongue as he climbed back onto the stool to stop from asking if she wants to be, because there's no way asking Jason’s new sister, in front of him, if she wants to get lucky, ends well for him.

“I’ll have whatever he had, please,” Marinette called out to the bartender, motioning toward Roy.

“So what now?” Jason asked.

“Now… fuck,” she whined.  She almost dropped her head on the bartop again but stopped herself just before actually making contact.  She eyed the surface suspiciously and whimpered instead.

Roy took a long drink to keep himself from talking because “Is that an invitation?” was not going to end well for him either and he was not looking to get a black eye out of tonight.  He frowned at his drink.  What was in his drink tonight?  He didn’t usually have this much trouble keeping his comments in check.

“I don’t know.  Now everything is…” she made a jumbled motion with her hands that almost caused her to fall out of her chair.  “I haven’t even…” she whimpered and eyed the bartop again before grabbing a napkin and setting it down in front of her.  She dropped her head onto the napkin with an audible thunk.

“You know your hair is still touching the counter,” Adrien mentioned with more amusement in his tone than Marinette appreciated.  Marinette groaned and sat back up.  She pulled her hair in front of her eyes to look for traces of gunk.  “She only found out about all this a few days ago and by then we were already on our way to the gala and in mission headspace so she hasn’t even had the chance to deal with it yet,” Adrien explained, keeping his eyes on Marinette.

“You didn’t know?” Roy asked incredulously.

“Nope,” Marinette responded popping the p and nodding in gratitude to the bartender for bringing her another drink and motioned for another.

“What the fuck?” Roy grunted.  “That’s messed up.  How did you find out?”

Marinette downed the entire glass.  “Heard my maman talking on the phone and distinctly heard ‘if you would like to actually meet your daughter…’ and she wasn’t speaking with my papa.  And I just…” she shrugged, staring at the empty glass like it might have an answer for her.  “… knew. I had a friend trace the call. And then I was here the next day and…”

“I think B was expecting more time to deal with it too,” Jason nodded along.

“He’s only had 20 years.  If that wasn’t enough, I may not live to when he finally has the time he needed,” Marinette groused.

“Twenty years,” Roy mused.  “Isn’t that when…” he trailed off and his eyes got wide realizing the timing of Dick’s adoption.

“I think he was planning on doing something soon,” Jason said louder than was necessary for their close proximity, leaning forward slightly to cover Roy.  “And being able to ease into it, slowly, making sure you… and Damian, weren’t too overwhelmed and you could move at your own pace,” Jason offered, fighting down the odd feeling defending Bruce left in his chest.

Marinette stared at him, swaying slightly in her seat. “Did you come here to drink or defend your dad?”

“Our dad,” he corrected.

“Because you seem to be doing a lot of one and not the other,” she continued as though he hadn’t said anything.  

Jason shrugged.  “Easy fix for that,” he said raising up his glass and finishing the contents.  “So… you staying around or what?”

Marinette whimpered again and eyed the bartop.  “I haven’t thought that through yet.  That wasn’t the plan, but then again getting found out wasn’t the plan.  Getting drunk tonight is now the plan.”  She looked over at the hoodie Roy had thrown over the back of his chair and back at the bartop.  “Can I…” she motioned toward the hoodie and reached for it at the same time.

“Oh, are you cold?  Yeah sure,” Roy almost fell out of his chair trying to get out of the way so he could hand the hoodie to her.  She gave him a weak smile and thanked him before spreading it out on the bartop and dropping her head audibly on it again.  She sighed almost happily as she let her head stay down on the bartop. Roy watched her in amused fascination and let out an amused huff.  “Not what I was expecting, but glad you’re getting use out of it, I guess…” he chortled.

“And do you always need to have a plan?” Jason asked curiously

Marinette and Adrien snorted in sync.  “Do you have a plan,” Marinette mocked, raising her head purely so she could take another drink, but decided to keep it up to educate them. Jason looked over to Roy to see if he was as confused as Jason was.  “I have lots of plans,” Marinette continued swinging her glass around to accentuate her words.  

“I have plans.  I have contingency plans.  I have backup plans.  I have plans for plans,” she started listing off on her fingers.  She looked at her hands accusingly as she ran out of fingers and almost dropped her drink.  She set down her drink with a frown and continued counting off her plans.

“I have plans to back up backup plans.  I have plans for contingencies that the contingency plans didn’t cover.  I have plans for when things go sideways.  I have plans for when things go to shit.  I have plans for when things go exactly to plan,” She leaned over to them. “I’ve never once gotten to use one of those.  I have life plans.  I have death plans.  I have future plans.”

“That’s a lot of plans,” Roy noted, fascination laced his voice. “Any of them turn out for you?”

“No!”  She threw her hands up in exasperation.  “And then I have to make a new plan on the fly.”

“Sounds familiar,” Jason grumbled.

“If all your plans get destroyed before you can complete them, why bother making them at all?” Roy asked.

Marinette brought the fingers together in front of her face and stared at it as though she were holding something precious.  “It’s all about the illusion.”

Roy snorted and nodded.  “She’ll fit in.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at Roy.  “Is that an insult?”

Jason laughed and Adrien dropped his head into his hands.  “Jesus, Mari,” he groaned.

She scrunched her nose at him.  “What?  He said I’d fit well with M. Wayne.”

“I meant his kids,” Roy assured her.

“Oh…” Marinette answered sheepishly.  “Sorry.”

Roy waved her off.  “Nah. It’s okay.  I get it.  I meant you’re smart, sassy,” he eyed her with an amused glint in his eyes, “short…”

Marinette rounded on him, mouth agape in insult.  She quickly closed her mouth and glared at him.  “Not too short to kick your ass.”

Roy laughed and grinned at her.  “Violent.”

Marinette scrunched up her nose and turned back to her drink. “Not like I’m out there every night beating people up.”  She took a swig of her drink, missing the glance Jason and Roy sent each other before looking back at her for any indication she had meant something more by it. “Anymore…” she muttered under her breath just loud enough for Adrien’s sensitive ears to hear it.

“But,” Adrien cut in.  He motioned toward Jason.  “Short?”

“Yeah,” Roy granted, “Jason’s the exception to the short part.”

“Damian’s the exception to the sassy part,” Jason added.

“Who’s the exception to the smart part?” Marinette asked.

“Dick,” Jason and Roy answered at the same time.

“Who’s the exception to the violent part?” Adrien asked, concern edging into his voice, because that wasn’t exactly a comforting quality to be associated with Marinette’s new family.  

Jason scoffed at the idea of any of them not being violent.  “We were hoping it was going to be her,” he motioned toward Marinette.

“But, nope,” Roy finished, popping the p.  “I mean Duke isn’t particularly violent.  He can protect himself but, like, he’s chill about it.”  Roy eyed Marinette analytically.  “Maybe you can be the exception to the emotional car crash part,” he offered.

Marinette snorted inelegantly, took a swig of her drink, and looked back at him.  “That wasn’t on the list.”

Adrien leaned past her to look at the boys.  “She wouldn’t be the exception.  She’d be leading the pack.”

Marinette shoved his shoulder.  “Like you’re any better.”

Adrien raised his glass to her.  “Never said I was, Bug.”  He eyed his glass with contempt.  “You know, this would be a lot more effective if there was alcohol in here.”

Jason ordered another round for them and raised his glass to Marinette when the drinks came.  “Well, at least now I know why you were completely uninterested at the gala. Because I'm your brother.”

Marinette scowled slightly and hunched over her drink at the bar.  “Not my brother.”

Jason looked at her curiously, a frown forming on his lips before a hurt look flashed in his eyes.  Almost immediately, the hurt turned into annoyance.  He pressed his lips together hard.  “Right, another blood child.  Another kid that thinks only blood matters. So adoption doesn't count?”

Marinette furrowed her brow in confusion. She faced toward him and pointed toward herself.  “Given away and never contacted again doesn't count.  You he cared for.  You he wanted.  You're his son, but I am not his daughter.”

Jason’s eyes softened looking at her and he nodded in understanding.  Feeling unwanted, he understood.  Feeling abandoned, he understood.  Feeling like you weren’t considered good enough, he understood.  Feeling replaced, he understood.  And the fact that Bruce had made someone else feel that too, that it wasn’t just him, pissed Jason off more than he could express.  He didn’t even bother reacting when Roy punched his shoulder.  “Maybe not. But you're still my sister,” he assured her.  “I want you.”

Marinette scoffed.  “You don’t even know me.”  Adrien gently bumped her shoulder with his and gave her a gentle warning look.

“I know you better than he did,” Jason reminded her calmly.  “I have more to base my decision on than he did, and I know enough to know you’re my sister and nobody can change that.”  He gave her a devilish smile.  “You’re stuck with me now.  Fuck the old man.  He did this to himself.”

“And,” Roy interrupted excitedly.  He raised his drink for her to clink.  “Now you get to be an official member of the Shitty Dad Club.”

“Oh,” Adrien perked up.  “Can I be a member of that club?”

Roy eyed him suspiciously.  “What are your qualifications?”

“Neglect, severe emotional abuse, and he was a supervillain who tried to kill me regularly,” Adrien rattled off nonchalantly.

Roy blinked a few times.  He looked to Marinette for confirmation.  She nodded almost imperceptibly.  He turned back to Adrien and raised his drink.  “Right.  Welcome to the club.  We meet whenever there are drinks.  We should get you one.  You deserve it.”

Chapter 7

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[river-bottom-nightmare]

"you were missed, you know.” the voice is light, balancing on the edge of airy like a coin on its rim, in a way only careful practice yielded. so jason whirls around, faster than he normally would in a neatly-pressed suit and loose dress shoes. 

there’s a woman, close cropped red hair swinging into her face and pulling at the corners of her mouth until her expression is as severe as her form. there’s a scar on her jaw and, oh, the memory tumbles into his head as if pushed. kate kane, proof that vigilantism is genetic, once tugged jason into into her side and pulled him away from a particularly leering investor at function. the bite of her nails on his skin was a thousand times sweeter than the man’s smile.

she smirks. “hi.”

“haven’t seen you in a while,” jason responds, attempting casual and instead tripping, falling into his crime lord persona, since he doesn’t know how else to interact with people when he’s jason peter todd-wayne. 

“not since you died,” kate remarks and damn, right for the gullet. “you’ve grown up.”

jason shrugs, suddenly feeling thirteen years old again, suddenly feeling all of four feet, eight inches in the face of her candidness. “time’s funny like that.”

she eyes him carefully, trying to fish for the truth in what she believes is a lie wrapped in a careful quip. jason doesn’t blame her: he’s cultivated quite a reputation for himself. but he stripped the sarcasm from his words before he spoke them, and their rawness is shrouded in the bubbling champagne and crystal chandelier around them, but it’s no less present for anyone who knows how to peel the veil back.

“you were missed,” she repeats, satisfied with his answer. “not sure anyone’s told you that since you’ve come back. your family’s a stubborn bunch. i just wanted to make sure.”

“make sure i knew i was missed?” jason clarifies, feeling a little foolish, because dick wouldn’t beg to save his life but there were a few times that his words came close to pleas, and tim had made it clear how much he’d upheld the pedestal he’d put jason on, and alfred had actually told him that to his face. 

but this was the first time he found himself truly believing those familiar words. he hadn’t known kate, not at all. and yet, she nodded, clapped him on the shoulder once, twice, then left, completely unaware of the pit of resentment she’d carved out of jason’s stomach and thrown on the ground until jason felt like he’d slip on it if he moved, if he breathed.

she didn’t look back, but jason’s eyes didn’t stop following her until she was out of sight.

*

"you were missed, you know.” jason doesn’t startle, his training is etched into every scar decorating his skin, and there are times that he grips and holds onto those scars like a lifeline. he’s far too practiced to flinch, but he’d be lying to himself if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

he forgave himself in the next second, though. cassandra cain could make men much more experienced than him recoil. she appeared soundlessly, and folded down beside him with a grace that jason hadn’t seen anywhere outside his family. the amount of space she left between them, the relaxed posture that left visible tension cording through her arms like pulling steel taffy, the tilt to her body that made jason automatically want to open his mouth and let his tumultuous thoughts come out as an oil spill: right now, cass had dick grayson’s brushtrokes all over her.

“dick put you up to this?” 

cass shook her head, then bit her lip in a considering movement. jason wondered if he’d practiced, because bruce had long since broken that dangerous habit out of his children. 

“i am still working on comfort. assurance,”  she said, rifling through the words like flash cards, picking the most accurate ones. “i thought i’d practice.”

“oh? and why exactly do you think i need comfort.”

“i overheard your argument,” she admitted, “with bruce.”

“i didn’t think anyone was there.”

“i didn’t mean to,” she said. “sorry. but i heard what you said.”

jason scoffed. “prove me wrong. one step forward, two steps back with that dense motherfucker.”

“sign of protection,” cass said. “not distrust.”

out of everyone to say that to him, cass was probably the least likely. jason had thought she, of all people, would be on his side after he found the microchip in his helmet. she, of all people, would value independence after being owned for so long.

“by the time he found you, you were dead. and he missed you more than anything. he will never let that happen again.”

“oh yeah? privacy mean nothing to him? i know he’s crazy about this stuff but come on. there’s a limit.”

“you are not relying on him because of this.” cass stood up, stretching her back, though jason was sure she really didn’t have to. “he is relying on you. let him.”

*

“you were missed, you know.” 

“what, speaking from personal experience? i ain’t you, west.” jason could feel the gentle thrum of electricity behind him, making his hair stand on edge. two steps backward, and he’d be pulled into that void, that black hole of energy, that swirling vortex of pure power condensed into something human-shaped.

except he wouldn’t. it was just wally. just dick’s best friend joining him outside on the balcony. jason didn’t know how dick and tim could stand to be around speedsters willingly, for fun.

“i mean, sort of,” wally shrugged. “but me and you had very different experiences.”

“yeah, west, i’m not sure who else has been stuck in the fucking speedforce.”

wally snorted, an if only you knew hidden in plain sight. jason decided he really didn’t want to know. “i mean there’s that,” the speedster concedes, “but also, everyone forgot i existed. that didn’t happen with you.”

“you sure about that?” 

“hey,” wally eyed him, his eyes suddenly sharp. “don’t start that shit. i was erased from the memories of everyone i loved. you did nothing but stay in the memories of your family.”

“now i know we’re talking about two different things.”

“jason,” wally sighed, and the sheer exasperation pouring off him made jason want curl his fingers, bring them up for a swing, taste the bite of pain that would prick at his knuckles, nevermind the fact that wally would dodge anyway. “don’t do that.”

he turned to face the speedster, arms crossed deliberately over his chest. “where the hell do you get off acting like dick?”

“you’re more like dick than you realize,” wally said, “and i spent half my childhood dealing with his moods. actually, i still do.”

“do you have a point?” jason snapped, starting to get irritated. he wasn’t sure why. he’d spent his entire life one one end of a scale, dick grayson on the other. he’d always tipped his end down. this was the first time someone was telling him the scale was even.

“just because your family didn’t mourn the way you wanted them to,” wally said, “doesn’t mean they didn’t mourn you.”

“fuck you.”

“they loved you. and they missed you,” wally continues, steamrolling right over jason in a way most speedsters were prone to do. “there’s no minimum requirement for loss. no ‘if you didn’t do this, then you didn’t grieve me.’ that’s not even a situation, ever.”

“so that makes everything bruce did okay?” jason sputtered

“not at all. god knows i disagree with bruce on more things than i tolerate. but this is one thing you can’t fault him on.”

it wasn’t that easy, though. jason wanted to scream it at wally’s face, it wasn’t that easy. it wasn’t about whether bruce loved him enough,,,,except maybe it was. jason wanted bruce to have loved him enough to make a difference in gotham. jason wanted bruce to have missed him enough to change things, because change meant that bruce had been so hurt by his death that he refused to let it happen to anyone else again.

bruce had made a vow after his parents died. the fifteen year old inside jason was begging bruce why he hadn’t been afforded the same devotion. jason was his son.

“just something to think about,” wally said, then stepped backward, making to go inside where dick was calling him. “you were afforded the luxury of coming back with a place left empty in your family for you. you didn’t have to make it, like i did.”

“being dead, then coming back wrong isn’t a fucking luxury,” jason snarled.

with a shrug, wally turned, a little faster than the average human, lightning sparking at his heels as he left jason alone on the balcony. “depends on your definition of wrong.”

jason get therapy. please. also happy deathday

honestly i couldn’t decide whose side of the argument i was on, jason’s or wally’s.

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