#and you know after he said this Bruce was signing the adoption papers

[starrykitty013]

Baby Tim era was really a moment, he was an absolute gremlin

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

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“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.

[lazycats-stuff]

Can we get fic where male batbro x batfamily, where his school is having a field trip to Wayne enterprises? I’m not sure if you watch marvel or read marvel fics but it’s basically likes the ones where peters has a field trip to go stark industry’s. Anyways, so Bruce and Tim work their right? Tim is the co-ceo and Tom is just teasing him the whole time Tim gives a tour but when they took a break for the the kids to eat and stuff. Tim walks in on someone picking on batbro reader, the batbro reader doesn’t care that much but Tim does. Tim just gets protective of him and kinda threatens the bullies with a smile?

I have read those types of fics and I remember laughing so hard sometimes. I know exactly what you are talking about anon. Also, this gif (Y/N)'s thoughts.

Summary: Field trip goes wrong. Or right?

Warnings:

It was supposed to be a normal science class. Absolutely normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

" Now class, I have some great news. We are having a field trip to... Drumroll please! " Miss Jones said and the kids joined into the drumroll to, waiting excitingly for her to say it.

" Wayne Enterprises! "

The cheer was deafening, but (Y/N) felt numb. Oh dear God no. He sighed quietly and his friend patted him on the back. Jonathan is the only one who knows that Bruce Wayne adopted (Y/N). The adoption happened recently and was still a secret.

" Okay! Calm down! Now, I have these slips for your parents to sign. " Miss Jones said, taking a batch of papers. Tom raised his hand up.

" Yes Tom? "

" What if you don't have parents like (Y/N)? " He asked, voice full of malice. The class laughed and (Y/N) shook his head, looking down. The death of his parents is still kind of fresh and it still stung. Jonathan glared at Tom, wishing that he could punch him in the face.

" Tom, cut it out. " Miss Jones threatened. " I want them signed by tomorrow. " She said, moving through each row and giving each kid a slip.

Miss Jones knew that Bruce is his guardian and she promised herself that she would help (Y/N) in every way she could, but there was so much she could do with Tom.

" Now, you are all free to go, but I want (Y/N) to stay behind. " She said and the class started packing up.

" I will wait for you. " Jonathan said to (Y/N). He nodded and Jonathan left. (Y/N) walked up to the teacher's desk. Miss Jones waited patiently for everyone to file out. Once that everyone left, Miss Jones turned her attention to (Y/N).

" (Y/N), I want you to know that you don't have to go if you don't want to. You can stay at home or come to school. " Miss Jones said and (Y/N) shook his head.

" I don't know miss. Bruce would want me to go, but if he found out about bullying, he would go after him and I don't want that drama. " (Y/N) explained and miss Jones nodded.

" I understand. If you do go, I will have your back. " Miss Jones said and (Y/N) nodded once more. He wasn't in the mood to talk anymore.

" Am I free to go? "

" Yes you are. " Miss Jones dismissed him and (Y/N) went into hall. Jonathan waited for him patiently and the two walked out of school together.

" I will let you know now that I will deck Tom if you need me to. " Jonathan said as they walked out of school into the fresh air. (Y/N) chuckled.

" Don't, you will get into trouble. " (Y/N) said, seeing the familiar black car waiting for him.

" I don't care, you are my friend and you don't deserve to be bullied. " Jonathan said, giving him a pointed look.

" You don't have to fight my battles. " (Y/N) said, scratching the back of his neck.

" No offense, but you are too nice. That's why you have me for it. "

" You are the friend that will end up in jail once. " (Y/N) joked and Jonathan laughed. That much was true.

" If it's for you, then so be it. " Jonathan said, waving goodbye as (Y/N) entered the car. (Y/N) waved back.

" Hi Alfred. " (Y/N) said to the older man.

" Hello master (Y/N). " Alfred said, driving to the manor. " Is something wrong? "

(Y/N) sighed, before nodding. " There is a field trip to Wayne Enterprises. "

Alfred stayed neutral for (Y/N)'s sake. " And what do you plan on doing? Do you want to go? "

" I don't know. I need to talk with Bruce and Tim first. Where is Damian, I didn't see him today. " (Y/N) questioned, tilting his head.

" Master Damian got injured on patrol. He broke an ankle so that's why you didn't see him. "

(Y/N) hissed in sympathy. Poor Damian. (Y/N) was in a rush in the morning so he didn't see him.

" Oh that's just... Poor Dames. " (Y/N) said and Alfred nodded.

" You are just right about that. He is going to lose his mind. "

(Y/N) was waiting in the kitchen with Alfred. He reread the slip for the nth time today. He didn't know what to do with this. Maybe he should throw it into a fireplace before Bruce comes back home. Tim has just started his position as a co CEO and he was doing well.

Bruce was more than proud and he knew that Tim would be a good fit for the company. (Y/N) didn't know how he could even compete with any of them.

" Master (Y/N), I can hear you insecurities from here. Stop thinking like that. " Alfred said, making him some lunch, not even turning to look at (Y/N).

(Y/N) hummed at that, moving the slip away from him. He glared at it as if it is the worst thing that has happened to him. " Hello Alfred, (Y/N). " Bruce said, announcing his arrival. His eyes landed on (Y/N) and softened.

" What's wrong? " Bruce asked, walking up to his son.

" A field trip to your company. " (Y/N) grumbled, pointing at the slip. Bruce frowned as he took the slip, reading the text on it.

" Oh... Do you want me to sign it? " Bruce asked as Alfred brought him a pen already. Where did he get it from?

" I mean... You know what, sign it. I need some excitement in my life. "

Bruce chuckled quietly as he signed it. " Really? "

" Yes. I mean, I will finally see Tim. He is gone for to long. Now if you are going to excuse me, I have to see Damian. " (Y/N) said, standing up and then taking the signed slip.

He is already regretting this.

(Y/N) didn't want to be here. He regretted is so much know. They were in the lobby, waiting for their tour guide. (Y/N) was anxious beyond belief and Jonathan was trying to calm him down.

" I should have slept in today. " (Y/N) said, looking around the room.

" You will be fine. Nobody will know. " Jonathan tried to explain to (Y/N).

" There is an issue. When you get here, you have card. You have visitor cards and the levels rise. There are 10 levels and there are only 8 people who have level 10. That means unlimited access. I have level 10 card. " (Y/N) said, showing it to him.

" Oh no. " Jonathan said, looking to see where Tom was.

" Yeah, oh no. I'm fucked beyond belief. " (Y/N) said, sitting down on the sofa that wasn't occupied. " If you need me, I will be dying. " (Y/N) said, huffing.

" Hey, calm down. You are going to be fine. Don't worry. "

(Y/N) tried to reply, but a tour guide beat him to it.

" Hey everyone, my name is Tim, I will be your tour guide. What you will be getting is a level 1 card, it's just for visitors. You have access to basic areas. The highest level is 10 and it's for Bruce Wayne and some other people he has selected. " He said, looking over the group. Why did Tim have to do this? God damnit Tim. Or Bruce.

" Hey (Y/N). Do you have your card? " He asked and (Y/N) nodded with a tight smile. Fucking shit.

" Lets go on then. " He said, ushering everyone to a scanner. (Y/N) wanted to die right now. He waited patiently to get scanned. The worst part was that the scanner announced the level of the card, plus the name. Tom kept glancing at (Y/N), just waiting for a perfect moment to insult (Y/N).

When he got to it, he closed his eyes. (Y/N) (L/N), level 10 the robotic voice said. Tom's head whipped around and before he could even say anything, Tim beat him to it.

" Also, I have to warn you all, Bruce Wayne and I have a zero tolerance for bullying. So if there is any sign of bullying, you will be thrown out. " He said, clapping her hands with a smile on his face. (Y/N) knew that this was a fake smile and she must have known.

If he tells Bruce... He is fucked beyond belief.

" Now, we are going to be walking through some of our labs to show you what we do and maybe where some of you will maybe intern in the near future.

The tour has officially started and there was nothing that (Y/N) could do to get out of it. Oh no. He could sense Tom walking up to him.

" How does Tim Drake know you? " He hissed quietly in his ear and (Y/N) stepped back.

" Leave me alone Tom. " (Y/N) said and Jonathan stepped in between them.

" Tom, I'm not afraid to throw hands. " Jonathan threatened and (Y/N) glanced at Tim who looked at him too. He had a neutral face on, but he saw a worry in his eyes.

" I don't care about you. I want to know how Tim Drake knows him? He is a loser, why would someone like that care about him? " Tom said and Jonathan stepped forward. "Don't. He is not worth it. " (Y/N) said, moving away from Tom.

The tour has been hell. Tom was teasing the hell out of him and (Y/N) was going to lose his control. It went from the normal, you are a loser and whatnot and then it turned into full blown insults at his parents. Jonathan was getting more and more irritated.

(Y/N) on the other hand was getting just more and more anxious. He didn't know how many more insults he will be able to take before he brakes down completely.

Jonathan tried to keep his spirits up, but (Y/N) was just getting worn down.

At the moment, there was a break for everyone and it was lunch time. (Y/N) and Jonathan were sitting down at one of the tables in the cafeteria. (Y/N) wasn't in the mood for lunch at all. Quite far from it.

But Jonathan still forced him to take something to eat. (Y/N) just moved the food around. He was keeping his head down, just trying to block out Tom who was sitting on the table next to him. They were laughing about him and Jonathan tried not to snap. (Y/N) didn't really care at this point, he was just used to it.

It wasn't until Tim walked in, ready to sit with his brother, but when he took his food and walked to the table where (Y/N) was, he heard Tom. All the insults about his brother... Tim put the tray down next to (Y/N)'s and (Y/N) recognized the look. Oh no.

" Tim- ! " (Y/N) started, but Jonathan shushed him. Finally.

" Hello, you must be Tom. " He said to Tom, who nodded enthusiastically.

" Well, I have heard everything you were saying about (Y/N) and I wanted to make something clear. " Tim started a smile on his face as he watched the confusion. " If I hear you bullying my little brother one more time, I will blacklist you from every single company in the tri state area. And then I will ruin your life. Alright? " Tim said with a threatening smile. Tom was frightened as he nodded and and Tim smiled so widely in triumph.

He sat down next to his brother, bumping shoulders with him. " And you were gonna tell me when? " Tim inquired, ever so casually.

" Never. " (Y/N) said and Tim shook his head.

Jonathan chuckled at the two brothers and shook his head.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 14

Danny gets thrown into the Blue Exorcist universe, saw how Rin was being treated and straight up kidnapped him when no one was looking and took him to another dimension/reality/whatever to keep him safe.

Rin, as you can imagine, doesn't take kindly to being kidnapped and tries to roast Phantom. The fact neither understands the others language did not help. Danny, taking a gamble, dropped his phantom form and raised his hands in surrender.

Rinse eyebrow twitched and he asked wtf he thought he was doing. Danny got an idea and raised a finger ask if asking one moment please before bringing out his phone and typing into Google Translate.

Things go better after that, Rins still kinda mad and demanded to be taken home but Danny refused, saying he wasn't going to send him back to a place that would treat him like that! The fight escalated until Danny confessed he died because people ignored the abuse and neglect from his home situation and he terrified Rin will face a similar fate. This finally took the wind out of Rins sails. Rin comforts Danny who may or may not be crying.

This is when the local heros show up because it turns out they landed in the dc universe. They realize they've pretty much melted part of the city they were in during thier fight and scram before anyone can get a good look at them. They're branded as mysterious villains almost immediately.

Danny and Rin take to stealing in order to survive and start teaching eachother thier language so they don't have to keep relying of the translation app. (Also they can't reliably recharge the phone) They're bonding and building up eachothers self esteem. Rin enjoys having someone who let's him protect them as a big brother should and Danny enjoys feeling safe and protected for once in his afterlife. They both start wearing masks and start stealing bigger marks as supervillians in order to survive.

The Justice League Dark is absolutely freaking out because why is a Gahena demon and some kind of Lazarus Pit child working together?? Demons from Gahena never come here cause they shouldn't even be able to and they had no idea Pit People even existed up until now. And why are they stealing such strange things? The bank robberies they understood but the baby food incident? (They stole a bunch of baby food to help the homeless and low income population) The lab thiefts? (Danny recognized the type of machine they were making was designed to be a portal when the press conference about it said nothing about portals. So he stole it and destroyed it cause it was sus.) The JLD knew they were missing something.

Batman himself eventually tracks them down and finds out

1. They are 14 and 15 year olds.

2. Both are traumatized

3. Black hair blue eyes

4. Both have supernatural abilities they can't fully control

5. Both are very sweet and are being more vigilante than villain

Bruce has already mentally signed the adoption papers.

Unfortunately, Danny has bad memories of another billionaire who kept trying to adopt him and is avoiding both him both as Batman and as Bruce Wayne. The boys run in to Harley Quinn and she figured out these kids needed help. She aids in thier language endeavors and if the only reason she knows Japanese as well as she does is from her binging anime for a few months during a quarantine caused by Scarecrow then thats her business.

Anyway, she gives them not-therapy since she can't ethically give them therapy therapy and in exchange they pay her with cash they stole. Neato. Rin eventually gets onto an ADHD medication that suits him and he's doing so much better. He uses a lot of the coping skills aunt harley taught him and its like hes a totally different person. Granted Rin has to take an ungodly high dose for it to work due to his demonic heritage but they make due. They already rob banks, whats a few pharmaceutical companies?

Ivy and Harley pseudo adopt Rin and Danny and sometimes the boys would just come over to Gotham to hang out or play with the pets. Rin loves cooking and has taken over the kitchen in his and dannys safe houses. He does most of the cooking and keeps the kitchen spotless. Danny does the laundry and dusting and they share most other chores. Rins used to having Yukio sleeping in the same room as him so sometimes he sneaks into Dannys room in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor.

Danny keeps waking up and moving him to the bed. Neither say anything about it and Rin assumes he slept walked into the bed and flees before Danny can be woken up and weirded out. Miscommunication! Yay!

Meanwhile the birdie brigade are on thier tails and watching/spying on them every chance they get. They're already making preparations in the manor for two more people.

[morgansunflower]

Merry Christmas

Jason Todd X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst.

Words:1220

Arthur's notes! I don't know if someone can actually anonymously recommend someone for adoption but in this story it's possible. Pic below is not mine! It's from webtoon only used to help set the theme.

Tyler ask Y/N a question which leads to Jason finding out what his brother did for him.

Jason and Tyler get back into the car having just gotten the papers for his wife to sign. Tyler smiled to himself hoping it would make her happy. Jason sees his son was obviously anxiously thinking about her reaction.

"you think she'll cry?" Jason asked Tyler

"oh yeah. You bawled for hours when I asked you to adopt me" Tyler reminded him

"I did.. Not bawl. It was just a few tears"

"if you call sobbing a few tears" Tyler laughed at his dad's denial.

Jason rolled his eyes. He, really was emotional that day. He still barely could believe that Tyler is his son. That he had all he ever wanted.

Christmas eve. The Todd family made their way to Wayne Manor. Jason parks the car by the other's.

She smiled to Tyler as he quickly left the car to run inside. Both her husband and her son avoided her completely. She wondered why. Unaware they both can't stand to lie or keep secrets from her.

"what are you two up to?" she casually asked

"sorry babe. I can't say a word. I made a promise and no matter how much I hate not telling you I gotta keep these lips you love sealed"

She chuckled softly kissing his lips she genuinely did love. The couple come inside greeted by everyone. Presents were being opened with hugs and loving words. Y/N sits beside her husband holding his hand. Tyler looks to Jason. He winked to his son.

"I got you something" Tyler said to Y/N giving her a, envelope

"oh sweetie you didn't have to get me anything" she sweetly said

Everyone suddenly became quiet as she opens it.

"read it out loud!" Tyler said watching intently

"ok.... Dear Y/N. I hope this means a lot to you, as you mean a lot to me. You make me laugh when I'm upset. You love me even when I lash out or do something I know I shouldn't. I was happy that you made my dad happy, but overtime you also made me happy. You helped me heal after losing my mom. You made cookies with me. You care about me and take care of me--" Y/N's eyes shake, she clears her throat "you are always there for me and you look out for me. I love you so very much Mom-" Y/N begins to cry, Jason holds her hand "with all of that said, that isn't enough to describe how amazing you are. I really want to ask you. Will you adopt me?"

Y/N dramatically nodded unable to keep still as she cried. Tyler hugs her tightly. She wraps her arms around him gently rocking side to side. She kissed his head. Jason smiled nearly crying himself. Everyone smiled to the family.

"merry Christmas Mom" Tyler said with a tear in his eye

"merry Christmas baby" she cried

After the papers had been officially signed. Tyler sat beside his mom holding onto her still. Jason made his way to the kitchen to grab a handful of snacks.

"you've been quiet" Bruce said to his oldest son

"I'm just glad it all worked out for him" Dick softly smiled eating a few chips

Jason stopped mid step listening intently, without being noticed by them

"you had a large hand in ensuring it would" Bruce said proudly to Dick

"it was just a little letter encouraging the adoption agency he'd be a good father..." Dick humbled himself.

"that letter you wrote helped more than you realize. You never told Jason?" Bruce asked

"no I didn't.. I doubt he even knows there was a letter written for his behalf.. But I don't need him to know.. He's happy and he's OK.. He's not suffering that's what matters"

"that's what matters for all of you" Bruce smiled to his son

"I know Dad" Dick said with a small smile.

Jason couldn't breath. He swallows hardly and steps to the balcony. He shuts the doors, as the cold wind touches his face. Dick cared. He really cared about him.

Jason sighed heavily, knowing all he had done to his brother. He yelled at him. He even said he hated him. Dick didn't do his best in welcoming him back. Neither one made much effort until recent years and even then.. It wasn't the same.

Dick sees Jason outside by himself his arms folded tightly over his tightening chest. Dick opens the door, hoping Jason wouldn't shut him out. Jason quickly tried to force himself to relax but Dick knew something was definitely bothering him...

"hey, Jay. You ok?" he asked shutting the door behind him

"yeah.. Time to watch movie's?" Jason casually asked

"just a, few minutes.. Alfred sent me to rally everyone and you're the lucky last"

"lucky huh?" Jason scoffed to himself

"you're sure you're alright Little-wing?" he asked again

Just then Jason flashbacks to being Robin. He had ran off on patrol by himself without a word to Bruce or Alfred. Nightwing came home once the search had gone on for a few hours. Dick found his little brother holding his bleeding wound. It was the first moment they had together without arguing with each other. As Dick bandaged his wounds

"why do you care?" he remembers asking "you want to prove your better than me"

To which his older brother replied "Jay I do care. I know I've been a, lousy big brother mainly because Bruce didn't... Tell me about you at all and I guess.. I didn't know how to be a, big brother but I'm learning.. Just like you're learning going out on patrol by yourself is a VERY, VERY bad idea. Plus just so you know I was not the best Robin as you may think.. If you want to we can try this, again Little-Wing?"

Dick looks to Jason seeing that familiar guilted expression.. The same when he, was Robin...

"Jason talk to me" Dick pleads

"why didn't you tell me?" he sighed with dread, hating to sound emotional in front of his brother.

The detective then realized he had overhead his conversation with their Dad...

"I thought if I did you'd think it was only out of guilt but that was only a, slimmer of it.. I just.. I want you to be OK and to have the joy that I do.. Whether if you knew what I did or not didn't matter to me.. So long as you were OK"

"guess I owe you" Jason scoffed

"you don't owe me anything Little-Wing.. C'mon let's get in before they start looking for us" Dick encouraged "or start my favorite Christmas movie without me!"

"Dick every Christmas movie is your favorite Christmas movie" Jason accused

The brothers walk inside together headed for the family room. Jason playfully shoves Dick against the doorframe walking ahead into the room. Dick kicked Jason's ankle nearly tripping him. Dick was still startled as Jason moved to punch him but Jay stopped. Only wanting to joke around with him. The two brothers softly laugh, both making their way to their families.

"there you are big guy" Y/N greets to her husband as he sits beside her and he ruffled Tyler's hair "where were you?" she asked whispering

He shrugged with a small smile "just talking with my brother"

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[makethatelevenrings]

Actions, Not Words // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? yes!

WARNINGS: swearing

Summary: It started with a simple question. It ended with a discussion. Could be read as a sequel to guy.exe 

It started with a simple question.

“If you could choose anywhere in the world to visit, where would you go?” Your boyfriend’s oldest child spun around in the chair next to yours. You let out a noncommittal hum, barely processing his question in favor of focusing on the live camera footage broadcasting from the various vigilantes operating on the streets of Gotham right now.

“Is this the part where J’onn comes down, wipes my memories, and Bruce relocates me to the Bermuda Triangle?” You were doing three things at once and didn’t really have the headspace to think about anything other than overhearing the comms conversations between Oracle and the boots on the ground, scanning the streets for anything that the team would need, and sticking gold stars onto the geography tests your kids took yesterday.

“Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t send you to the Arctic Circle,” Dick commented dryly. He made grabby hands for the papers in front of you and you passed half of the stack over and a few sheets of stickers. Nightwing was currently benched thanks to a nasty break so Batgirl and Black Bat were patrolling Bludhaven for the night.

“I would just move into the Fortress of Solitude.”

“Honestly, I think B would hate that more than sending you away.” The both of you looked up at the screens as Red Robin and Red Hood engaged in a fight with a few low level mob enforcers. Shots echoed through the cave speakers and you winced, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the desk as you watched the boys take down the men with an ease and efficiency that two teenagers shouldn’t possess.

“They’ll be fine,” Dick said. His voice was light, but he was betrayed by the tension in his wrist as he jabbed another sticker onto the test in front of him. Every single bat and bird hated being benched, but for Dick it was especially hard. He was the oldest and watching his little siblings getting shot at, smacked around, and having a litany of toxic chemicals thrown at them on the regular added to the mountain of stress on his shoulders.

The fight appeared to end and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned forward towards the mic and pressed the “on” button.

“Reds, report.”

“Applebee’s and I are just fine. Tell N to stop being such a mother hen and get his escrima stick out of his ass.” Jason’s modulated voice was clear of any sign of pain and you relaxed.

“Aw, Jaybird, if you cared about my nerves then you wouldn’t get on them so fuc-” Dick started to say.

“Names,” Bruce interjected over the comms just as you called out a reminder of, “Language!”

“And no, Hood, N wasn’t the one worrying. Now, pay attention. Cave, over and out.”

You turned off the mic and leaned back into the chair with a sigh. You wished you had taken Alfred up on his offer to take over your monitor shift that night. There were two weeks left of the school year and you were exhausted. That, and the fact that Dick was injured right after Damian was removed from the injured reserve now that his broken wrist was fully healed.

You had been dating Bruce Wayne for a year and while you never regretted falling for Gotham’s resident vigilante and subsequently adopting his family, it was getting harder watching them come home with bruises and sprains and bloody cuts. You loved Bruce and you loved his kids, but you didn’t know how much longer you could just sit here and watch them get the shit beat out of them.

It was hard enough hearing disparaging comments about Bruce when you were out and about in the city, but hearing people complain about Batman when you knew for a fact that he had crawled into bed the night before with a stab wound in his shoulder made you wish you had Kryptonian powers so your glares left a lasting effect.

“Hey,” Dick said quietly. You refused to look at him, knowing that his damn puppy dog eyes would destroy the careful facade you had applied. If you were going to be part of a family that wore masks, then you needed to learn to wear your own.

“You better not be adding double stickers to those tests,” you warned. “You spoil those kids.”

You knew that the kind-hearted acrobat was considering his next words before he decided against what he was originally going to say.

“You never answered my question.”

Your temples were throbbing with an oncoming headache thanks to late nights, end-of-year student tantrums, and your annoyance with the Gotham criminal underworld. Leaning back in the chair, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers Tim kept by the coffee maker and downed two.

“I want to see the world’s largest teapot,” you deadpanned.

Four weeks and a six hour car ride later, you stared up at the supposed world’s largest teapot with a blank face. Bruce leaned against the car next to you, looking ever so comfortable in jeans and a maroon sweater. Outside of the suits, both business and vigilante, Bruce always looked more relaxed. Right now, however, he looked like a smug fucking bastard.

“I thought it would be bigger,” you admitted.

“Fourteen feet by fourteen feet in diameter,” he said. “Brought here in 1938. Originally a root beer sign.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and thought about good things. Happy things. Alfred’s cooking. How comfy Bruce’s bed was at the manor. The way Cass smiled when you braided her hair. The fact that Damian chose to sit next to you during movie night, even if Dick shot him a betrayed look and pouted until Jason let him cling to his arm.

“We drove six hours to see this,” you stated calmly. He shrugged and turned his head so he could grin at you. It wasn’t that fake society smile you saw plenty of or the small smirks the kids elicited when they did something royally stupid. It was a genuine, crooked grin and you couldn’t stop the warmth that unfurled in your chest at the sight.

“Dick was pretty insistent that I take you here,” he replied. His blue eyes sparkled with just a hint of amusement and you narrowed your gaze in response.

“I knew I should have said the Maldives.”

Bruce let out a low chuckle, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you into his side. You turned your focus back on the roadside attraction and pressed your cheek against his shoulder. He hummed and dropped a kiss to your hairline before rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Do we need to start heading back soon so you can get ready for patrol?” you asked, checking his watch.

“I rented us a little cabin about thirty minutes outside Pittsburgh. We’ll drive back tomorrow. Dick is taking up the suit tonight. Just for tonight. Alfred and Barbara will both keep us updated through the night and I know they will make sure everyone gets home safe. I…I trust them.”

You raised your head to study his handsome face, one of your hands coming up to rest on his chest. He had that faraway look to him that signaled he was deep in thought and you knew where his head was at.

“They’ll be fine. You’ve been away on League missions longer than that,” you reminded him. He glanced down at you and nodded. His calloused knuckles brushed against your cheek.

“The kids saw that you were getting overwhelmed with things and I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

“You’re focused. Dedicated. I know, Bruce. I wouldn’t date you if I didn’t understand.”

He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed. “You shouldn’t have to put up with me. You should be with someone who can give you the attention you deserve.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one who gets to decide that. I love you, Bruce. I love you and the kids and Alfred. I love the way your hair sticks up in the morning and how you still can barely tie a tie. I love how compassionate you are, both in your day job and night job. I love how much you care. And most of all, I love how you love. Not with words, but in actions. I mean, what other guy is going to take me to see the world’s largest teapot?”

That made a smile break his stoic facade and you grinned. He bent down and kissed you, slow and sweet and every bit tender. His lips were soft and pliant and you could taste your own strawberry chapstick on him. Thieving bastard, you thought with no malice behind it.

When you broke apart, breathless and grinning like foolish lovesick teenagers, you brushed your nose against his and chased after his lips. He kissed you again, his steady form pressing you against the car. One of his thighs slid between your legs and you moaned against his touch.

“How far away is this cabin? Because I am not desecrating the grounds of the world's largest teapot,” you panted as he bit and sucked a hickey on your collarbone. Bruce pulled away in an instant and rounded around the car and headed towards the driver’s seat.

By the time you returned to the manor with sore hips and more than a few hickeys all over your body, you knew that you were right. Bruce was a man of action not words, and he loved you.

[kaylinlmao]

Hey! too shy to use my account but could i have platonic yandere tbp boys with mother figure reader (like the wanda one you did but without powers) if not that’s ok <3 have a great day/night and drink lots of water!

I'm gonna be mixing two requests together because they are very similar.

Request for TBP Boys and Gwen x Adoptive Parent Reader

They present themselves as "pure, sweet, innocent angels," but when Reader isn’t looking, they show their true colors

Reader genuinely has no idea

Preferably yandere TBP Boys

Preferably yandere Gwen

Preferably headcanons

I gotcha! I will not be including Griffin because I hc he already has a great mom.

You worked as a nurse at the hospital and one day, 5 boys were brought in. They were seriously injured, might I add. You were the best nurse at the hospital so you were chosen to take care of the boys.

You didn't mind at all. You thought they were super sweet. They all had wonderful manners, which you very much appreciated seeing as you don't often get thank you's and please's often, being a nurse.

They were all so kind. The morning after they were brought in, there was a shooting downtown so they needed more rooms to put the victims of the shooting in. So your manager told you to move all 5 boys into one room as to empty more space.

Shortly after the shooting, a girl walked in. Maybe 11, 12 years old. She said her name was Gwen and she was Finney's sister. As you led her back to where the boys were, she was very jumpy. You had an abusive childhood so you knew what all the signs were pointing to. You felt bad for the poor girl.

You got off of your shift the next morning. (You worked the night shift) After you got off work, you went home and changed but went back to visit the boys and Gwen. You sat down in a chair by the door and you all talked. For hours. The conversation went to their home lives.

Finney and Gwen told you all about their abusive father. Vance said his mother mistreated him and told him constantly that he would never be enough and that he was just like his dad. Billy's parents left after he got kidnapped. Robin's mom and uncle moved back to Mexico, thinking Robin was dead. And Bruce's mom had come to visit saying that she didn't want him anymore seeing as his swinging arm was damaged and might never be the same.

You felt bad for the poor children. You lived alone in a large house. You made a good 80,000-90,000 dollars a year from working as a nurse. You could raise 6 kids. You dealt with kids everyday. So, you walked out telling them you'd be right back.

You went out into the hall and called your social services friend, Sophie. Sophie said that she could get it all ready. And so, a week later, you were legally the mother of 6 kids.

Little did you know, they had planned all of this. They knew you were all meant to be a family the moment they layed eyes on you. And just because they snuck out of the hospital in the middle of the night to take care of their parents didn't mean they were bad people. Billy killed his parents and so did Robin. Finney and Gwen didn't have to do anything. Their dad sealed his fate all on his own. Vance and Bruce blackmailed their mothers into signing the adoption papers.

They got what they wished for. You were apart of their little family now. Forever.

I hope you like it! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

[redhead-batgal]

Nats is with Timmy and neutral prompts 1, 17, and 19

Type: Drabbles

Pairing: Platonic and Batsis! Reader x Tim Drake/ Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: “Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face.” ϐ17: “She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.”

Content: sarcasm, cursing, sibling rivalries, and family bonding

Word Count: 553

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The sound of beeps and screeches echoed throughout the Wayne manor on a seemingly normal Friday night. However, it wasn't a normal Friday night, it was Mario kart night.

Cursing and the coconut mall song raged as you pressed the button on your remote, sending a shell flying at Jason. He narrowly dodged it and glared at you. You smiled winking at before realizing you had another shell, and he was right behind you.

“Hmmm, what if-” You began

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face.” He shouted only for you to press the button sending the shell straight into him.

"Damn it, Y/N!"

You cackled as you zipped ahead into the top five. Ahead of you was Cass. Harper, who sat next to her was sucking on a lollipop, occasionally shouting cheers.

"Yeah Y/N kick their asses!"

You cackled some more as you moved up into third place. Cass however, just crossed the finish line as you began to move up to second. Shooting her a slight glare you sighed and accepted second.

Turning to her you smiled shrugging.

"To be beaten by you is an honor."

You bowed your head as everyone else giggled.

"Thank you sensi."

The giggles continued and you watched as Cass smiled and passed her remote to Harper.

'She is my favorite sister.' Cass signed and you laughed looking at her.

Giving her a look, you signed back, 'I'm not even your sister.'

Cass smiled and said very softly, "Not yet."

You froze looking around only to see everyone holding back laughter.

"Do you guys know something I don't?"

"Yeah," Duke snickered.

You paused for a moment, and everything began to connect.

"He wants to adopt me."

Dick nodded and you smiled before elbowing Tim who snorted.

"Hey, at least we'll finally be actually siblings Timmy-timmy-timbo."

"Are you insane?" He laughed

You grinned broadly and shrugged.

"Most likely."

He laughed and you laughed to. Elbowing him again you gestured to the screen.

"Shall we continue to play... I mean shall you let me, and Cass continue to whip your ass, Tim?"

Tim narrowed his eyes and you leaned back to shoot a wink at Cass.

"Challenge accepted, L/N."

You raised an eyebrow at him jaw dropping slightly.

"Copying Damian, I see Drake."

"Please stop, mimicking me," Damian muttered from underneath Ace and Titus, "it's rude."

You laughed and turned to see Tim scrolling through the racetracks before stopping on the dreaded one. Rainbow road. Everyone went quiet for a moment.

"Rainbow road, only certified gays can beat it." Harper whispered.

The silence continued for a moment more before everyone burst into laughter. Dick however gave Harper a shocked look pressing his hand to his chest.

"Are you saying I'm not certified?"

Harper shrugged, "I don't know Dick. You're a bit of a hoe to both genders."

More laughter followed and Tim clicked on Rainbow Road. He looked to you and you smiled.

"Let's do this."

Just as you were about to start Bruce appeared in the doorway, papers in his hands.

"Y/N," He said, "After this race could you and I talk for a minute?"

You looked to the others, eyebrows raised, and Tim mouthed 'adoption'. You fought back a laugh but smiled and nodded.

"Sure!"

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[ishouldgetatumbler]

The inside of the batmobile was red, cushioned and dim. Controls of a dozen gently glowing shades and shapes covered the dashboard, but Batman didn't protest when Danny sat next to him.

"This is so cool!"

"Buckle." Batman protested gruffly.

Danny pulled randomly at his shoulder level, grabbing a metal tab and clicking it into place. The seatbelt hugged to him automatically, and a small red light on the console dinged green.

"What does that button-"

"Ejector seat." Batman said dryly.

Danny's hand skittered away like a startled spider.

"Really?"

"No. That's a safety light that means someone doesn't have their seatbelt."

Danny sighed.

Batman pointed with one gloved hand at a glass covered large red button surrounded with yellow and black markings.

"That's the ejector seat."

Danny laughed nervously and leaned away from the console.

"Where are we going?" Batman asked, "I have some buisiness at Vladcorp before I take you back to the manor."

"Nasty Burger. Take a right at the end of the street, then go straight until you see the sign."

Batman must have stepped on the gas, as the vehicle lurched and buzzed, before taking off, away from the breaking sun.

"It's named Nasty Burger? I thought it was a nickname!"

Danny snickered behind a hand.

"Nope. Locally famous, it's the fastest burger in town."

Batman looked at his charge skeptically.

"You wanted something fast right?" Danny persisted.

Batman turned, the vehicle smoothly gliding into the driveway.

"What would you like?"

Danny grinned.

"Nasty burger. Extra nasty sauce"

Batmam made a pained expression, but rolled down the window to the menu sign outside.

"Welcome to nasty burger, would you like to try our Deep-Dish Krusty Fries?"

Before danny could speak, Batman held up a hand. In a cool clean, super hero voice he said

"No thank you. I would like two nasty burgers with extra nasty sauce please."

They drove off, leaving a stunned cashier behind them. Danny watched turned around in his seat, facing back to Bruce.

"A bat credit card?"

Batmam grinned.

"Never leave the cave without it."

Danny snorted, and tore into his burger. The thin, viscous and brown nasty sauce sprayed across his mouth. The flavors of lettuce covered with grease and cheese that had never met a cow met wet beef before his toungue found raw onion tangled in the tomatoes.

These flavors were nothing to the nail curling taste of nasty sauce. It hit him in jaw like a boxer whose mother he'd insulted. He smacked his toungue appriciatively, before turning to Batman.

He was driving, steady on the road, with his food in one hand. He had taken a bite clearly, besides the burger missing a chunk, the seperating mixture of Nasty Sauce was drawn in a thin circle around batman's mouth.

He looked perplexed.

"Is it good?" Danny asked, worried.

Batman licked his lips, clearing his face of the sauce.

"I don"t know." He said after a moment, before biting again.

And Danny supposed that was good enough: nasty burger is an acquired taste.

Once the meal was finished, Danny asked

"What do you need at Vlad corp?"

Batman crumpled his wax wrapping paper into a ball and pressed a button on the console, creating a small opening in the center console and dropping the paper in. Danny mimiced him, and the hatch closed.

"How much do you know about Vlad Masters?"

Too much was the correct answer; half ghost, millionaire, shoots lasers out of his hands and eats caviar.

"College friends of mom and dad. Rich inventor. Ran for mayor. Adopted me via lawsuit..."

Evil, scheming, powerful, short tempered...

"And insane."

Danny ventured he knew where the conversation was going. Where he hoped it was going.

Batman nodded. "He's planning something. Something involving Plasmius, and his feud with you. I'd like to know why. If you could tell me what Plasmius holds agienst you, that would help my investigation.

Danny swallowed. The red cushions he sat on seemed to stick to his skin, and the seat belt felt like a constrictor as clung around him. He was suddenly trying to pick the ejector seat button out of 20 or more dials around the center console.

How do I hide the fact I'm a ghost?

Danny's brain froze.

"Plasmius hates me because I'm trans."

That was stupid. It was correct, but it wasn't smart to say out loud. He panicked, the situation was too prickly, and he'd picked one of the thorns at random. Sure, Vlad hated him for not being a "Real Man", but the more sensible reason to say was that he represented the life with a woman he loved and would never have.

Danny felt weak and stupid.

He wanted to punch someone.

The car stopped.

"You'll be safe with the Wayne family. They're excentric, but I'm certain they can look after you for the time being."

The door opened.

"I'll be gone for half an hour. If I'm not back, please call commissioner Gordon of Gotham PD. There are snacks and water in the glove compartment."

The door closed.

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 11: Cats and hugs.

Today was the day. He was making things right with her. He walked over to her room in the afternoon, since it was time to go to the shelter, but before he could knock, she appeared behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around.

“Hey,” she said shyly.

“Hello little traveler.” He responded, using her nickname to break the ice. She looked up at him and he spoke again. “Shall we?”

“Right, yes. Let's go.”

The shelter was big and had many cages in it, some with dogs, some with cats. Y/N walked excitedly around the cages, crouching in front of one small one where three cats were laying down. Two together and one on the far corner of the cage. Loki stood beside her.

“Come here! Look!” She pointed at the little brown cat on the corner. He crouched next to her.

“This one?”

“This one.” She said. “Excuse me?” She called the woman who worked there.

“What can I help you two with?” She told them in an animated voice.

“I'd like to adopt this cat.” Y/N pointed to the little brown cat.

“Oh! That one only came here last week, we found him on the streets, alone.” Y/N pouted and looked at Loki with a saddened expression, but then smiled at the woman.

“Aww, poor thing.”

“Poor thing indeed,” he agreed.

“Alright! Come with me to sign the papers and you can leave with your new pet!”

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Entering the compound with the tiny cat in her hands and Loki carrying the cage she insisted on taking him out of, she smiled softly at him.

“Thank you for coming with me today. I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my pleasure.”

They got into the elevator and to Y/N's room, where she put the cat on the carpet and sat down, patting the spot next to her where Loki sat down too.

“Do you have a name for him yet?”

“Mmm,” she thought. “How about… Frosty?”

“Frosty?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah, Frosty… after you. Since, if i was in the other universe I would probably name him Loki.” She smiled nervously, perhaps she had crossed a limit.

“You know. Sometimes I forget you do.”

“It's okay Loki, we don't need to talk about it if you don't want to.”

“Are you not scared, or repulsed by it? By me?” He asked, vulnerable, scared. But his tone was bitter, hiding the fear.

“Loki! I would never ever be scared or repulsed by you, ever. Don't even think about something like that ever again.”

“But I am a monster, you must know that at least.”

“Don't say that. Whoever put that idea into your head, and I know who did, was being a royal asshole. You are my friend, you are wonderful, like this or blue. Okay?” She asked, looking deeply into his eyes with determination. She was going to make him understand this, no matter how many times she had to repeat it.

“Okay…” He said, his voice a bit constricted.

“So, Frosty? How do you feel about that?”

“I like it.” He smiled.

“Then Frosty it is. It'll just be our thing, no one else has to know why I named him that, but you'll know.” He nodded once, thoughtful. The cat must have sensed that, because he crawled into his lap and meowed, or perhaps he just wanted attention.

Loki looked at Y/N, with his hands lifted, not knowing what to do.

“Just pet him, like this.” She demonstrated it. And he did, making the cat purr in contentment. “Ugh! He's so adorable, I love him.”

“You met him less than three hours ago.” He said, poking fun at her.

“Yes, and I love him. He is my child now. I would die and kill for him.” She said with a serious tone, which made Loki laugh.

They stayed like that for a while, in a comfortable silence, playing with the cat, when Y/N felt like if she didn't say anything, she would explode.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry, for yesterday, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just... did it without realizing it. On impulse... But I meant it, I mean, not to put pressure on you but-” He stopped her rambling putting a hand on her mouth.

“There is nothing to apologize for. It was rather pleasant, I am just not used to… physical affection.” She just blinked at him, dumbfounded, before speaking again.

“Right, okay. Well, I can go slow if that is okay with you. To not smother you I mean.”

“I doubt you could smother me mortal, I am a god.” She knew he was joking with the last part, what he truly meant made her purse her lips, trying to stop herself from grinning. But she ended up doing it anyway.

“Oh, try me, Your Highness.” He let out a laugh.

“After the other day with those boys at the spiderling's school, I don't think I will.” She laughed. “Where did you learn to throw knives like that? Did you learn in the other universe?  It takes a lot of practice to be able to have that kind of precision.”

“Oh, thank you! But no,” she said, “I didn't learn in the other universe, I learned in this one.”

“Who taught you?” He asked, intrigued.

“Me. I watched a bunch of videos and practiced a lot, ever since I came here, whenever I had free time.”

“Why?”

“Well, here's the thing Lokes...” She began, sheepishly. “You know how I told you I was kind of a fan of yours?”

“I remember.” He responded, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Well, when I came here and you weren't here and Thor said you would come back to earth, midgard, in a few months, I might have decided to learn to throw knives to impress you so you would like me.” He looked at her, still smirking, but with a twinkle in his eyes, and she covered her face.

“Y/N,” he said, uncovering her face with his hands and letting go of them once she was looking at him, “that is quite… adorable.”

“No! It's embarrassing!”

“A bit perhaps.”

“Hey!” He laughed.

“I am just teasing you mortal, but I am actually impressed by you wanting to learn the skill to impress me and by how good you are at it.” Y/N blushed, furiously. “You are blushing.” He pointed out, smirking once again.

“Shut up!” She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him while he laughed, making Frosty meow.

They both laughed for a while before they were interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice.

“Dinner is ready avengers.”

Y/N got up from the floor and helped Loki up, he didn't really need the help, but he wanted to touch her hand.

“Let's go.” She said, grabbing Frosty. “You are coming with us, my child.”

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After dinner, where everyone gushed about and cooed at the tiny cat, Y/N found herself in front of her bedroom door, with Loki.

“Goodnight Lokes, thanks again for today.” He looked as if he wanted to say something, unsure. He came closer to her and hugged her, hesitant. She noticed how stiff he was, so she hugged him back tighter to reassure him, and also because hugging him was nice. He pulled away, but maintained the closeness.

“Goodnight mortal, it was my pleasure.”

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[nighttmr]

I’ll Be The Villain So They Can Be Heroes Ch. 15 Deleted/Alt. Ending Scene

Original: Ch. 15 - Cass (pt. 4)

Luckily, Alfred was willing to watch Damian for the afternoon so Dick can spend some one on one time with Cass. Jason and Tim were in the BatCave with the Titans. Donna was sparring with Jason, Kori acting as spotter. Tim was off making gadgets with Roy, Wally supervising them and making sure to be ready to pull Tim from the line of fire if anything explodes.

Wally trusts Roy. But he still wasn’t taking that chance. Their leader will literally kill them if anything happens to his kids. So it was better to be safe than sorry. Wally didn’t feel like dying today.

Having said that though, he was looking forward to spending more time with Tim and Jason and getting to know his best friend’s children better.

Because let’s face it, despite what Dick says and how the adoption papers listed Wayne, Tim and Jason were Dick’s kids too.

.

Dick held Cass’ small hand in his as they walked down the streets. He led her to one of his larger safehouses with a wide and tall room. Technically, he originally outfitted the place with a trapeze set but he took some of the larger equipment down. He wanted nothing in the way for what he was going to show Cass. He did leave the mats on the floor though.

Cass was looking around curiously. She wore a simple black t-shirt and leggings. Dick was dressed in a similar manner. He laid the duffel bag on the ground before motioning to Cass to join him on the mats.

He gently pulled her sit next to him and turned his phone on, immediately playing a video of a ballet dance.

Cass was captivated from the very first second. There were no words spoken —that needed to be spoken. Every thing that needed to be said was through body language.

She watched the girl moving on the screen intently. She didn’t know how long it has been since the video started but she was absorbed in watching the girl make her own language, her own story using only her body.

It was beautiful.

All too soon the video ended and the girl stopped moving.

Cass frowned. She looked up at Dick. She wanted to watch more of this.

“Do you like it?” He spoke slowly as he signed. He wanted to ease Cass into understanding spoken language.

“Like lots.” She signed back. “Want.”

She pointed at the phone. Dick suppressed the urge to coo at how adorable she was and obliged. He started playing more videos for her to watch.

And his heart melted at how intently she was staring at his phone, her fingers twitching, wanting to move in the same way.

Well, Dick was more than happy to grant her wish.

He will never deny his siblings anything. He made a note to bring Cass to a dance studio. She can even make civilian friends there. Of course, after he carefully vetted and did surveillance to make sure no one can hurt his little angel.

“Do you want to do it?” He asked after half an hour passed.

She blinked before glancing down at the phone and looking back at him. Excitement clear in her eyes and body. She pointed to herself. “I do that?”

“Yes.” He nodded with a bright smile. “I’ll teach you.”

Dick started up his playlist of instrumental music as background noise before putting his phone down.

He had Cass stretch first and her eyes grew wide at how he bent his body and twist his limbs with ease.

He paused to sign as he spoke. “I’ll teach you this too.”

Just wait until he teaches her to fly like a Grayson. It was one of his fondest memories to teach his siblings like how Dya and Dat once taught him.

“Grayson is a filthy dirty liar and no one can change my mind.” Jason dropped down on the bench with a heavy thud, towel laying on his shoulders, before downing a water bottle.

He was trying to learn a new gymnastics move from Dick and unfortunately, his dumb ass believed Tall, Bright, and Optimism when he said the move was easy and he’ll get it down in no sweat.

“You almost got it, Little Wing.” Dick encouraged from where he was helping Tim with his form. “You’re doing much better than Bruce at least.”

“That’s not much of a compliment.” Tim pointed out as he let Dick fixed his limbs. “Bruce sucks ass at this. It’s like being proud of doing better than shit.”

“Shut up, Timberlina.”

“Yeah Timmy, be nice.” Steph said very seriously with a straight face (no, that was not a twinkle of mischief in her eyes). “You know Jason’s got a delicate ego.”

“Wow. I see how it is.” Jason shot them dirty looks but alas, they weren’t phased by it. Where did his street cred go? “Guess I won’t be helping someone with their English essay after all.”

Steph’s eyes went wide. “Wait! I didn’t mean it. You’re awesome and amazing and an English literature god. I need to get a good grade on this. I’ll even give you one of my Alfred cookies.”

Dick was taken out of the memory when Cass laid a hand on his cheek, no longer doing her stretch.

“Gone?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was confusing for her to put in words how Dick seemed to be there one moment and not there the next.

He smiled reassuringly at her. “I’m fine now.”

He was more than fine. He has a chance to make happy memories again. What more could he ever want in life?

This was the original ending I had planned to end Cass' part with but I decided that him having a talk with Shiva was better and it also set up Dick finally dealing with Ra's.

[mercyofmurdock]

Late Night Patching Up

Pairing: Dick Grayson x gn!Reader

Warnings: T (Teen) - a slight make out session and canon typical violence and injuries (mention of open wounds)

Word Count: 1,498

Notes: One of my first ever fanfics I’ve posted whoop whoop. I had this idea floating around my head and I needed to get it into words on paper so here it is. I picture Dick Grayson as Brenton Thwaites in Titans. The reader is Alfred’s Great Niece (another AU in my head lol) and Dick is still Robin. No use of Y/N.

After six years of living in Wayne Manor and five years of knowing the secret identities of Bruce and Dick, you had become used to the sounds of the manor at night. The occasional glass shattering, the patter of footsteps outside your door or the soft murmur of voices from the floors below. All of it was normal to you, so your reasoning for getting up in the early hours of the morning to investigate the series of sounds coming from the kitchen was unknown.

Your feet delicately padded down the stairs, trying to make a little noise as possible in case your midnight visitor turned out to not be Dick, Bruce or Uncle Alfred. From your position at the bottom of the stairs, you could see a faint glow of light peeking from under the kitchen door. Moving closer, you could hear the sound of soft groans before a crash broke the quietness that blanketed the night. A string of curse-words followed the crash followed by even more groans. You recognised the voice instantly as Dick so moved to push the door open.

He stood there next to the kitchen counter, the box of medical supplies lay on the floor, the contents strewn everywhere. From the singular light turned on above the counter, you could see the telltale signs of a fight all over Dick’s face.

“Who was it tonight?”

He jumped slightly at your voice, before realising it was you and visibly relaxing. He winced as he turned his body to face you and reply.

“Just some low level arms dealers, they managed to get the drop on me but I sorted it.”

You moved closer and gently placed your fingertips on his chin, moving his face so it was fully in the light. A crimson line covered with poorly applied butterfly stitches adorned his forehead and various bruises extended down from his cheeks to under the line of his shirt. Turning your attention back to the cut, you sighed before bending down and picking up the supplies from the floor.

“You don’t have to-“ Dick began, but you simply shushed him and stood back up, medical box in hand. You then eased yourself up onto the counter and moved your knees apart.

“Stand closer so I can get a proper view with what I’m working with.”

Dick stilled slightly but complied, easing his muscled form between your legs so you could get a better look at his face. From your elevation on the counter you were now the same height and could properly look at his injuries.

“You did a shit job patching your forehead up Grayson. I’m going to need to redo it.”

He chuckled but complied, standing still as you gently removed the butterfly stitches. Grabbing a cotton ball and a bottle of disinfectant from the box, you gently cleaned the wound, eliciting a small hiss of pain from Dick.

“You’d think after the weekly beatings I take that I’d be able to deal with a little disinfectant.” He said, causing a small smile to appear on your face.

“It’s always the little things that catch you out.” You replied, chucking the used cotton ball to one side and delving back into the box. You picked out the opened packet of butterfly stitches, pulling a few out before returning it to the box.

“I’m going to need you to hold the cut closed whilst I do this.” You said, gently guiding his calloused hands to where you needed them. At the contact, you could feel your heart race ever so slightly. It was no secret that you had been fawning over the adoptive Wayne for the past six years but you were not going to let that get in the way of helping him. Clearing your throat you returned to the task at hand, preparing the butterfly stitches and applying them to his head.

You turned your attention back to the rest to Dick, examining any other injuries he may have gotten. As you lifted his arm, you heard him wince.

“What’s under the shirt Dick?” You asked, looking him straight in the eyes. His ears went red and he brushed your hands off him.

“Nothing, I sorted it out myself.” He replied, wincing as he tried to move away.

“Take it off,” You continued, ignoring his comment, “Now.”

You could see the war on his face. He clearly didn’t want to show you what was under his shirt but he knew you well enough that you wouldn’t just let him leave without looking. Eventually, he sighed and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

Every time you saw his muscles torso, it elicited a certain feeling from you. It was littered with small scars and bruised tissue from his job as Robin. Everything seemed to have healed nicely except…

“Holy fuck Grayson what happened?” You gasped as you took in the gash on his side.

“I told you, they got the drop on me,” He looked back at you, seeing your expression he continued, “I got stabbed.”

“Well I can very clearly see that.” You said, your voice rising. Sighing, you looked back through the box, picking back out the disinfectant and some other supplies. “This is going to need proper stitching and cleaning.”

“I know, I tried to do it myself but you can see where that got me.” He was right, you could see the small marks where he had tried and failed to stitch himself up.

You took no time getting to work, cleaning his wound and the surrounding area and stitching him up with the nice neat stitches that Alfred had taught you to do. When you had finished, you cut a piece of gauze long enough to wrap around the wound and his torso a few time and secured it in place with some tape.

“There, I’ve stitched it all up but that’s going to put you out of action for a while Dick.” You looked back up at his face, he was studying you intently. Only then did you realise just how close you were together. Your noses were nearly touching and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“And what if I do go back out?” The slight smirk on his face told you that he was only teasing yet you played along anyway.

“You could get hurt, something even worse than a stab wound.” You said, in a near whisper, your eyes fixed on how close his lips were.

“And how would that affect you?” He continued, his voice taking a low timbre.

“It would drive me crazy seeing you hurt because I care about you.” Your voice broken as you finished the sentence.

A few things then happened in very quick succession. Dick’s good arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer whilst he surged forward and captured your lips in a kiss. It was hard and yet soft, his slightly chapped lips moving over yours as the grip on your waist tightened and your legs wrapped around his body. His tongue nipped at the seam of your lips and you gladly opened them, allowing him access. Your hands went to his hair, slightly pulling at the soft strands as he pulled you impossibly closer.

After he seemed thoroughly sated from your kiss, he eventually moved on, trailing kisses down your neck to the neckline of the old shirt you wore to sleep in. You moved your hand back to brace yourself against the counter, holding back a moan, as he continued to kiss up and down your neck. His lips finally finding your pulse point caused you to let out a gasp, making your hand slip.

The medical box crashed to the floor.

Dick pulled away instantly, his eyes flicking to the door. From your position on the counter you could see the hallway light flick on. Groaning Dick untangled himself from your legs and you suddenly felt cold at the loss of contact.

“Is everyone okay down there?” Alfred’s voice rang out from the top of the stairs.

“We’re all fine Alfred, we just dropped the box of medical supplies.” Dick shouted back.

You could hear Alfred sigh in exasperation, before he replied, “Just make sure you clean up any mess.”

With that, you heard his footsteps retreat and the light flick off. Dick then turned his attention back to you. By now you were hugging yourself as the coolness of the counter had begun to chill you to the bone. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you, instantly warming you back up.

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He posed it like a statement yet you knew this was his way of asking permission. The slight smirk on his face and the tousle of his tawny hair made you consider just how lucky you were as you gazed into his eyes. You grinned as you planted a small kiss to his lips.

“I’ll always stay with you Boy Wonder.”

[scorpionyx9621]

The Bat Family as things I have done IRL that just radiate Chaos:

Dick: Sign up for OT immediately after a red-eye flight to the east coast because my boss asked me really nicely and I've only learned how to say no after this happened. Proceed to pass out during my actual night shift. Still didn't get in trouble for sleeping on the job.

Jason: Take my government stimulus money, move out to the west coast from Washington D.C. do the drive all by myself and have the time of my life. Immediately gets homesick the morning I woke up in Seattle and dropped $700 on plane tickets back home. Proceeds to have one of the worst holidays of my life and have my flight get delayed 7 hours flying back to Seattle. Regrets ever spending the $700.

Duke: Starts writing fanfiction as a gift for a friend for dragging me down into Batfam Hell. Turns out to actually be okay at it and makes it a genuine hobby. Gets writers anxiety regardless but still writes and genuinely enjoys it and wishes they could do more.

Cassandra: Take Chinese for a semester because it's 6 credits and I needed 6 language credits to graduate. Get a 25/100 on the first test. Turn out to be absolutely abysmal at learning new languages but busts my ass and cry every night because Chinese is really freaking hard to learn. End up passing the class with an A-.

Barbara: Working at the front desk of a building I was an RA of at 6am. Watch as one of my residents who's rushing the biggest most infamous fraternity on campus walk back in shirtless covered head to toe in honey and maple syrup. Take one look at him as he tries to explain but I just tell him to take a shower and go to bed. Said resident proceeds to do that and thanks me for not asking questions.

Bruce: Stay up until 4 AM at least 4 times a week plotting on ways to take down my floor buddy as an RA who had been stalking and harassing me only to find out he got himself fired for SH'ing residents. Also getting my then best friend who also was an RA the next year randomly assigned to said asshole former co-worker when they tried interviewing for the same position (like an idiot) and said former friend blows the whistle on him and his behavior. Literally bringing in upwards of 8 RA's all in agrence to do whatever it takes to make sure this guy never gets hired in our department again.

Tim: Pull an all-nighter to finish an East Asian Politics Paper, give a presentation on radar remote sensing, take an exam on advanced statistics, do a full-overnight work shift and do a desk shift the next morning and the following day go to an international student party, black-out, come to in my dorm room and proceed to get violent food poisoning/my liver temporarily gave up on me after not sleeping for 55 hours then going to a college party.

Stephanie: Make it a daily goal of my 9-5 office job full of disgusting and toxic east-coast work culture to make my direct supervisor flip me the bird at least once a day. Proceed to go on a 10 month streak of actually succeeding in saying/doing something so cheesy/corny but still not within the realms of getting me in trouble enough so he just flips me off. At least once a shift.

Alfred: Adopt 4 freshmen all rushing the most notorious fraternity on campus and basically just act as their disappointed father from a distance. Teaching them valuable life lessons like yes, you should wash your sheets at bare minimum every two-four weeks. Feeding them spare cookies from the dining hall, giving them my extra laundry swipes, etc, Knowing full well I can do nothing to stop them from their debauchery. All I can do is attempt to assure they don't kill themselves.

Damian: In an act of absolute senioritis. Proceed to skip a bonus assignment for a final that would have taken me from a B+ to an A all because my former best friend had found a cat roaming around the student apartments and we proceed to spend the night trying to trap the cat. We succeeded and now said cat is in the loving home with my friend even though we no longer are friends.

[liquid-luck-00]

Where There Is Change

Discovery

@maribat-bdbwm

So I will not be following the prompt days at all. If any fall on the right day it is by chance. All of them will be written but not by the calendar order.

Without further ado.

Next

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Once upon a time Marinette would have bent over backwards, dropped everything, and would never have questioned her friends. But now she was turning fourteen. She has been fighting Hawkmoth for three years, with no end in sight. Her friends, if she could still call them that, behind Lila's lies and followed her like sheep. You can only push a person so far until they break.

That was what happened to Mari.

She was pushed to do dresses, suits, casual wear, and banners with little to no notice for free, without even a thank you. She was made to plan and make baked goods and food for bake sales and fun raisers for class trips, picnics, and parties that she could not attend. They spoke to her condescendingly as if she was stupid, honeyed words to guilt her to do everything while they did nothing and reaped rewards.

At the end of her 7th year, she put in a signed request (by herself and Mendeleiev) to transfer into Mendeleiev's class. But surprise surprise it was denied. Bustier, her homeroom teacher last year denied her transfer, because she wanted to keep all her students the same.

Fine if this was how she wanted to be, well she had nothing left to give.

You can only give so much before becoming empty when you never receive anything.

The first thing she did was step down from class representative. "Miss Bustier?" she stood up from her seat in the back.

"Yes." said teacher smiled at her.

"I am renouncing my title of class representative, effective immediately." she announced shocking the teacher.

Her ever present smile faltered. "Alright, would the vice representative like to take the position?" She scanned each face, but no one stood up or spoke.

"There has not been a vice since my first month three years ago, Miss." The color drained from the teacher's face.

"Oh well, you will need to continue until we have an election next week." she smiled again.

"No." Her voice turned steely. She picked up three bursting folders and dropped them on the desk. "The white folder is student medical records, allergies, cumulative extracurriculars and birthdays. The orange folder holds field trip and fundraiser applications, guidelines for applications as well as locations each student is banned from listed under the student and the location's reason. The black folder has graded homework, tests, quizzes, papers, and projects you gave me to grade. As well as lesson plans and homework you had me assemble for you."

"But... but..." Miss Bustier stood shocked, gaping between Mari, to the folders, then the rest of the class.

"Like I said effective immediately." Marinette turned and was immediately stopped by a blonde.

"Mari, please reconsider." Adrien plodded blocking her from ascending.

"Pfft. And why should I fucking do that Agreste." she side stepped him and climbed the stairs.

Eyes stared at her, as if it was the first time seeing her. In a way it was, since she had no fucks left to give to those who would step all over her.

The girls wanted dresses. She gave fee rates, appointment times and estimated finishing date. Some took her up on her like Rose, Juleka, and Alix. Kagami and even Chloe started requesting commissions.

The same with banners and suits for the boys.

Sweets from the bakery, they placed their orders and paid like everyone else.

This helped her more than most would think. Her grades and attendance improved because she no longer dropped things at the drop of a hat.

Two weeks prior, Hawkmoth went silent, now almost a year later, Paris went back to normal. But she didn't. She became Paris' Ice Princess. She kept everyone at an arms length, her trust was hard to earn, her words cut like a knife and her eyes bore daggers. Yet as both Marinette and Ladybug she is the definition of calm, collected, and serenity. Something snapped a long time ago and no one knows how or what to fix.

"We are done." Sabine was exasperated again. "We got in contact with your biological father, and he is taking you in."

"Alright." She answered, knowing best to respond than to stay quiet.

Sabine began talking again but she only half listened, it was the same as every other night after all.

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Bruce was done just done.

Apparently his very own system, which is in theory completely perfect, is anything but, because he just figured out, he has a daughter. An adoption agency apparently had him listed as the father of a child roughly 16 years ago, that he had completely no idea of. The mother apparently wanted to keep it secret and gave up the child not even listing herself which was odd. So, the adoption agency never made that information public. However, now he’s being called by said adoption agency and the parents of the girl who is apparently his daughter.

He thought Damian was the only one apparently not.

He is currently sitting in front of the Bat-Computer nursing one hell of an incoming headache, praying that none of his boys come down and see this.

He has a daughter that is older than Damian and knowing his son he will throw a fit over this. That his claim is the only blood child is literally going down the drain.

On top of that Bruce knows almost nothing about his daughter. Sure, he looked up her and her parents other than a few contests and school there was nothing on her. No social media, it was as if it was erased from the system. Her contacts seemed almost sparse for a girl her age, that being said he does not have a good reference for that.

The fact that not even his system was able to pick up on her says a lot more than you might think. When her parents came into contact with him, he thought it was a joke, but they held firm and even sent a DNA sample of their own daughter. He almost didn’t even cross test with his own, he was disgusted with how these people treated their child this way.

Yet here he is, he tested it and he was a biological match.

The parents are transferring her custody over to him, but he doesn’t even know this girl.

Life is never dull for the the greatest detective. Even when life seems to pull things out underneath him.

So, let’s just hope he can meet his daughter while ensuring that his sons not find out before he can get a grasp on the situation.

He continued to rub at his temples and the bridge of his nose trying to lessen the pain of this migraine which was sure enough going to set in. The only reason he’s getting gray hairs is because of his children.

Now to find out what the next one is like.

Next

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[morgansunflower]

I Never Stopped Loving Her

Bruce Wayne X Jasons! Mom! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, whump! Reader, past child abuse, past abuse and angst

Words:1386

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Batmom is Jason's blood mother. After a near death experience, Bruce realizes how much he truly does still love her. Can they overcome the past and rekindle their love?

In Gotham hospital. Jason sat on the chair by himself. Grayson sat beside his little buddy. He rubbed his shoulder to give him a small bit of comfort.

"you holding up ok?" he asked

Jason looked to Dick coldly and then back at the ground. He can't lose her. Not his Mom. She was all he had left. Bruce walks in with two ice cream cones. He hands on to Jason and the other to Grayson. Jason was pissed. He was sitting here doing nothing while his mom was unconscious. He tossed his ice cream in the trash. He wasn't mad at, Bruce. Though Bruce assumed he held blame to him for not getting to her.. Just as he blamed himself.

"Grayson let me talk to Jason.."

"k, B" Dick replied leaving his adopted dad and best friend.

"Jason I know you are angry that I wasn't there--" the heartbroken boy quickly cut him off

"is that what you think this is about?! Bruce I know you would do anything for my mom.. You care about her but--" Jason's face scrunched up from his emotions he tried so hard to be strong "I should have been th--" he chokes back sobs scared, he was only a scared little boy. "I can't.."

Bruce's heart falls in sympathy. He steps to the boy and hugs him as if he was his own son.

"it's gonna be OK chap, your Mom is going to be OK"

"please don't hurt her again" he begged "she really loves you"

Bruce's heart leaps, she still loved him. They had dated before when they were younger. Then Bruce pushed her away, because he thought that's what she needed. Two days later Y/N signed the discharge papers. She turned her head to see her deeply concerned friend. To most people could only see his blunt expressions, but she always saw more

"I'm ok.. I'll uh.. I'll see you out there"

He gave her a small genuine smile "hopefully not too soon"

Grayson did a fist bump to Jason "see you around kid"

"you too boy blunder"

Y/N's nightmares were frequent. Jason would always hug his Mom and sleep with her, so she wouldn't be alone. She felt so weak. That month, they went to the Manor for Grayson's birthday party.

"hey Y/N! Hey Jaybird! How's my little brother" Grayson asked putting him in a arm bar and rubbing his fist on his head

"hi kiddo" Y/N said

"get off asshole or I'm returning your lame ass present!"

"language son!" she scolded

He let go of Jason and hugged him "Aww you got me a present" he playfully mocked

Jason had his arm across Grayson's back and hit Dick's open palm "for you? Of course not."

Bruce, Jason and Y/N were in the living room. She was holding a glass of water. The tension was driving Jason insane.

"I'm gonna go swim!" he announced leaving. Maybe they could finally be together and Jason.. Jason could have Bruce as a real Dad Grayson could be his big brother and his Mom wouldn't be lonely.

"so how are you really doing?" Bruce asked touching her hand

"I'm fine" she answered softly

"stop lying to yourself mom.. To everyone" Jason said to her peeping his head from the other room. He looked to Bruce with a pleading expression that made Y/N's heart leap "you promise?"

"I promise son" he said gently nodding.

"what was that about?" she asked as Jason left

"you're safe with me. Tell me" he pressed on as if her telling him would spare herself and him.

She takes a shaky breath. She refuses to let herself cry! "I feel so fragile.. I'll close my eyes and I'll be right back in there.." her eyes start to shake, he takes her hand gently, giving her courage "I'm scared to even let myself fall asleep.. I don't want Jason to be.. I don't want him to feel like.."

"like he has to take care of you" he said, his tone soft as he knew exactly how she felt.

"I feel so damn weak Bruce. I promised I'd never let anything happen like this. I'd never let anyone--" she cleared her throat dramatically to try and hold back her emotions "never let anyone hurt me.. not after Willis.." Bruce rubbed her hand his anger brewing remembering that bastard... Bruce was so gentle and so.. Comforting "I told him if he ever touched me again I'd leave him.. He changed, or so I thought.. after I came home and found Jason covered in bruises.." she felt like she was a horrible mother "it was my fault" she gasp as she covers her face to muffle the cry that tried to escape "I'm a horrible mother"

"Y/N that is not true. You are a wonderful mother to Jason you saved his life and he loves you. You are strong and you I know your beautiful heart has always been in the right place.." his voice never sounded so heartbroken for her pain

Her mouth overcomes her mind telling herself to shut up "how can you say that and not expect me to fall more in love with you?" she covered her lips embarrassed by her confession. Her mind was so fragile.. Her mouth just blurted it out. "I.. I I'm sorry.. That was inappropriate of m--" he covers her lips with his thumb.

His eyes touched her heart as it rapidly beats. He takes her hand taking her to his room. What is he thinking?! She tried to keep from losing her control to cry from the rejection, she was preparing for. She doesn't know if she can survive this, again. His expression was dull but she truly wondered what was going on in his mind and in his heart.

"if you don't feel the same and am not wanting everyone to see me cry.. I.. I understand"

"you were taken for 72 hours and 5 minutes" Bruce's voice was brittle as he couldn't bare to look at her from guilt, he held her hand tighter "I almost you. I always loved you.. I was trying to protect you but I see now I've only hurt you"

His presence was making her heart heavy. She was hoping that he truly does love her but she's so scared.

"say it, again.. so I can know if it's true" she begged my voice broken. I had to know if he really did.

He turns me around his expression was instead softer with a kind smile. He lifts her hand to his lips kissing her palm.

"I am in love with you and I've been since--" I stop him by kissing him.

He kisses her deeply wrapping his arms around her. He still loves her.. He really loves her. She laid her head in his neck letting herself break in his arms that gave her a deep since of safety and love.. Something she had been lacking in.

"how's it going little-bird?" Grayson asked Jason while they were swimming in the pool.

"I don't know.. I don't think they're ever going to be together like they should" Jason admitted.

Grayson smirked at Bruce and Y/N, finally his Dad could be happy plus the best part was gaining her as a Mom ".. Really because our parents are currently making out right now"

"what?!" Jason exclaimed

Y/N and Bruce hear.. cheering? Bruce turns seeing everyone down at the pool cheering them on. He grunts and shuts the curtains. He turns around to Y/N and kisses her deeply. He parts from Y/N and touches her shirt. He had been trying to get information from the doctor on the severity of her wounds.

"no" she pleaded, they were awful.

"Y/N I need to see" he demands

"not like this. It's terrible I look terrible"

He gripped her arms carefully but firmly "don't you dare breath a word of such a horrible lie! You are beautiful, nothing could ever take your beauty away from you"

She feels a tear fall down her heart melting "okay..."

He lifts her shirt above her scars from the lacerations. She held back tears unable to look at her scars. Bruce kissed her old and new scars lovingly, she was still so beautiful.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (3)

Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.

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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”

“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”

“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”

“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”

“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who?”

A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.

“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.

She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.

“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”

Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)

Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.

“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”

“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”

“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”

Adrien continued to dodge.

“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.

“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”

“Ladybug, what do you want?”

“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”

She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.

Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.

“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.

Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.

Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.

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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.

Gabriel was a little panicking now.

He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)

Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.

She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.

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Adrien has a curse too.

(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)

He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.

Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)

People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.

The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.

He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.

He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)

Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.

Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.

He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.

He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.

The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.

Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)

If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.

The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.

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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.

On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)

Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”

Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”

Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.

The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.

Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.

He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.

They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)

Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.

There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.

Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)

Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.

I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.

She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.

There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.

Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)

Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.

Screams filled the house.

Everyone came down including Marinette.

Bruce asked, “Who did this?”

“It was me.”

“Why?”

“They kept eating the cookies.”

“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”

“They are non-lethal.”

Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee. ------ (Part 4)