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Batbrats - Batfam x Fem!Reader (featuring Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy)

Synopsis : Oh no, the Joker is after your life again, this is sooOOoo unexpected...When you get picked up from your work by one Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, you can’t really say you’re surprised. You’ve lived in Gotham all your life. And Batman is your husband. This is not the weirdest thing that happened. Although you do have to admit that Harley and Ivy actually SAVING you because Bruce asked them, is rather novel. And finding yourself suddenly talking about your respective domestic life with them ? Definitely new. Never a boring day in Gotham, right ?

The word “Batbrat” came to my mind while looking at comics where the batkids are being little smartasses, and it made me think of something Harley Quinn would say...And here we are. I hope you will like it :) :

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“Funny how life goes hu, Batsy ?”

Bruce had to admit, this was an unusual situation. Although not unforeseen given the past few years. But it was odd, and a little funny, that The Batman was now standing in front of two of his fiercest (ex-)enemies, asking for their help.

To their defense, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy really turned their lives around, ever since Ivy helped Harley escape the Joker’s grasp. Helped her open her eyes to how toxic the relationship was, to say the least. Ironic, right, that the actual poisoned person would help you realize you’re surrounded by toxicity ?

Turned their lives around, yes, but they were still up to lots of mischief. And Bruce encountered them many times since they stopped being “full time villains”, but extreme problems required extreme solutions, really.

“Yes. Funny.”

“Oh come ooooon, say it with a little more liveliness ! The situation is really funny !”

Silence. Bruce is trying to stay patient, because this is really important. But inside, he’s screaming, and panicking a little. There is no time to be wasted ! So he says :

“I guess it is funny.”

“Yet no smile.”

“Smiling is more of his thing, is it not ?”

“Wow, hey ! If you want us to help, be nice !”

Damn it, he probably shouldn’t have referred to Joker in front of Harley in that way, it wasn’t on purpose. Really.

“Please, we don’t have much time. My wife-”

“You asking us for help is a first.”

“It is.”

Dealing with someone like Harley Quinn requires patience. And Bruce, even in the worst moments, can be patient if needed.

“Rumors say you don’t even ask Superman for help.”

“I most definitely don’t ask Superman for help.”

“But he’s your friend, right ?”

“...”

“He’s not ?”

“...Yes. Yes he’s my friend.”

“So we’re like, your best friends if you ask our help.”

“More like my only option.”

“That’s rude.”

“Truth hurts.”

“Haha, that’s true ! I know that !”

“So, are you going to help me or not ?”

Harley and Ivy pretend to ponder for a second, before saying :

“Of course, we’re going to help. Especially if it’s to help against him...”

“Yes. We’ll protect your wife from the creep.”

“Thank you.”

They could not see Bruce’s eyes, but they knew. They knew he was genuinely grateful and a big weight had been lifted off of his chest.

When he came to them, half an hour ago, and explained the situation, it took them a little while to understand he was asking them to help him. But then it all made sense, right ? Who, more than Harley Quinn would want to stop the Joker from hurting more people ?

Neither Harley nor Ivy were “the good guys”. But as Harley managed to escape Joker’s emprise on her, and as Ivy realized there were more efficient ways to save the planet than what she did up until know, they sort of became “anti-heroes”, and known in Gotham to be the people you went to when you didn’t know to whom else you could turn.

They gladly helped lost children and distressed women. And sort of became an actual living nightmare for any abusive men in their vicinity. A polarizing topic really. They were doing good, but their methods were too violent and...

Were they really that different from Bruce ? Yes. Yes of course they were. They were still Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, they weren’t “fighting” for the same ideals your husband had. However, mindless mayhem and destruction was not their thing.

And when The Batman himself asked them to save his wife from the Joker, could they really say no ?

“Careful, she has a mean right hook.”

Bruce says, with a small smirk, and then he hurries off to join his kids. They have a clown to catch.

************

“Did he just smile ?”

“He did.”

“Damn, what is this woman ?”

“Probably a witch, we should be careful when picking her up.”

“Yes, careful of the right hook too.”

“Alright, let’s go. I guess we sort of own it to him..”

They were helping him, because he helped them first... Contrary to popular belief, The Batman wasn’t just a violent, cold and unforgivable vigilante. He was one of the only person who took into account Harley’s mental illnesses, or Ivy’s deeper message...He did not agree with them, of course not, he was one of the “good guy” and would never derive from this “code” he settled for himself. But he genuinely understood.

Harley bet that nobody ever noticed that he never attacked first, unless there was a hostage situation. That he tried to understand those he stopped, especially when they suffered from the mind, like Harley, or Scarface, or his former friend, Two-Face...

Batman wasn’t who everyone thought he was. Harley and Ivy knew. Which is why they accepted to help him, and to go put his wife in safety.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to rescue you. Mm ? Oh, ignore the gun, it’s not for you, sorry ‘bout that haha”

Could they really blame you, when your first reflex as they suddenly appeared before you when you were leaving work, was to clock them in the face and run ?

No. No of course they couldn’t. Neither Harley nor Ivy had really a good reputation, even now. Only in Gotham’s slums, did they start to know they weren’t villains anymore.

Plus, you were Batman’s wife (something that of course, nobody in Gotham knew, except a few people who figured out...like Harley, although it was a total accident, years ago, that revealed the truth to her).

So no, they can't really blame you. They catch to you, thankfully, before you go out in the streets of Gotham, and after quite a big struggle, manage to imobilize you and show a video of your husband. You instantly calm down, intrigued :

“Hello my love, I am sorry I did not send you any messages prior to Harley and Pamela’s arrival, everything happened very fast. The Joker escaped after coercing some guards at Arkham Asylum, and threatened to take you again. I had to think fast, because he was going to act fast.”

Bruce goes on to explain the situation quickly, however it’s obvious you’re still on edge and don’t quite believe things. It is easy, after all, to fake a video...And in your mind, Harley was close to the Joker. What if this is a trap ?

“By the way this is really me. I know you must be on edge, and untrusting, and that’s great by the way. Keep at it. But it’s really me. my proof ? Your weakness is when I V-R-Y-A-T-W-A-T-T-C-O-Y-S you.”

Your entire face feels warms, as you understand instantly what he’s talking about, while Harley and Ivy looks curiously at you. How dare. How dare he says such a thing on camera like that ?? Of course, not many people could understand but you, you-

“What ? Is that an acronym or something ? What the hell, and you guys call us mentally disturbed, how do you even know what the letters mean ?”

“I don’t !”

“You sure ? Cause you look hella embarrassed...Come on, tell us, what did he say ? Was it naughty naughty ?”

“Nothing ! It’s nothing !”

In a second, you are relaxed, and as they keep teasing you and trying to get you to talk, your odd journey of the day is starting.

************

“Sorry for the punch.”

“It’s ok, I guess you couldn’t know we were on the good sides this time. Whatever it means. Spoiler alert : it doesn’t mean we’re good now. We just want the Joker neutralized as much as your family does. Without killing him...”

Ah. It kind of hurts your heart, to be honest, to see how fiercely she does seem to want to stop her ex-partner in crime, yet without killing him.

“Killing him is too nice. Arkham drives him nuts, he hates it there, it’s a good punishment.”

Ah. Right. Probably. But you can’t help thinking about how hard it must be on Harley, after all she went through. All the thing HE put her through.

You should feel wary of her, after all she was there when he once kidnapped you (A/N : reference to this story : “You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”), but you can’t. Because you know how manipulated she was, and you know the real villain is him. She doesn’t even seem to recall this episode, she shows no sign of it at least. You do know certain people block memories out of their head, to protect themselves...

After all, if Harley Quinn was truly a bad person, she wouldn’t be helping you right now, right ?

“Do not worry, we are not going to hurt you. I think Batman would hunt us to the end of the World, if we touched even one hair of your head.”

“Oooh Batsy, he’s suuuuuuper in love with you, it’s disgusting, tooth rotting, and I hate the dentist. We really won’t harm you, you know.”

You nod, still a bit unsure, until something suddenly hits you...

“Where are the children ??”

“Oh don’t worry, Batsy’s taking care of the brats. They were with him when we left.”

You release a sigh of relief. Of course, them being with Bruce meant that they were actively going after the Joker...But it’s not like anyone could stop them. They were all rather stubborn. And you trusted them. You trusted Bruce. You knew he’d keep them safe, and in control of their emotions. He was good, at keeping them grounded during important missions...

Of course, it didn’t mean you weren’t worried as hell. For all of them.

“You’re not saying anything ?”

“Mm ? Sorry ? About what ?”

“Me calling your kids “brats” ?”

“Oh, no. I mean. They can definitely be brats.”

“Wow. I’ve seen you with them, and defending them, I’d never think you’d ever say they’re brats...”

Harley is genuinely surprised. You guessed she was judging out of the few encounters she had with all of you reunited, but also by all of Gotham’s tabloids picturing y’all as a “perfect family”.

“They’re not brats like people can think they are. They never ask us for material things they don’t need, they’re not spoiled and they are well behaved...But everyone has bad days.”

“That is true.”

“My children are amazing, and they’re not like other children for sure. You know I’m not just saying that because they’re my kids, they are really...different. But they’re not perfect. Just like every kid, they can throw tantrums. Or get frustrated with us. Get really bratty, really. I don’t think it’s that bad. I don’t actually mind that much, it’s proof they are still children, you know ?”

“I don’t really understand...”

“Well. They don’t have a “normal” life, what with being vigilantes and all. There’s a lot of times I wonder if...They’re ok, because they do miss out on being just regular kids you know ? So. When they act like a brat, like kids do sometimes...I don’t mind at all.”

“That’s actually such an adorable thing to say. You’re adorable. Ivy, can we keep her ?”

“It’s his wife, I don’t think he’ll let us. I don’t think she would want to either, right ?”

They both turn to you, and you can see they’re asking an actual serious question.

“Oh um...Sorry, when this is over I definitely want to go back to my family.”

Harley is visibly disappointed, and you’re not sure how to feel about this. But then she says :

“Well, tell us then.”

“Tell you what ?”

“About your brats ! We only know them as serious boring vigilantes who tell us “no” while we say “yes” ya know ? So tell us, tell us how they really are !”

“I’m not su-”

“If you’re worried about what Bruce will say, don't worry, we won’t tell him. Not like we can use your kids’ bratty behavior against you anyway. And we have no intention to harm any of you. Batman...has been good to us.”

Yes. Yes he has. You know he has. He’s always had a soft spot for those who were victims, and became “bad”. That’s why he particularly despised the Joker. He stood for nothing, he had no background that could explain his evilness...he just was. The absolute perfect villain, irredeemable. Someone he would stop at all cost. Someone he would have no qualms using brute force against. It wasn’t the case with every “villain”. This was a common misconception about your husband. He wasn’t just a violent vigilante...But that was another story.

“Alright. Well, I guess the most logical thing to do is to start chronologically. See, none of my children are actual brats. They do have moments, however, when they act like perfect little brats...”

DICK

“I think Dick must’ve been the brattiest.”

“Really ? Nightwing ?”

You nod. There’s a fleeting thought in your mind that tells you you shouldn’t say your son’s real name, but then you’re reminded that they know who you all are. And never did anything to harm any of you.

“Yes. I know, when you look at all of them he’d probably be your last guess because of how happy-go-lucky he is, and calm and nice and such. But oh boy, sometimes...”

Dick was 8, when he entered yours and Bruce’s life. It was not that long after your relationship with Bruce became serious, and it was a lot at the same time. Neither of you were experienced with kids, and Dick was traumatized by his parents’ death.

It really hasn’t been easy, in the beginning...Oh, but this isn’t a story about how little Dickiebird came to be one of the brightest sun in your lives, and how tough the first few years were. No. This is a story about how, like every child, he behaved like a little brat, sometimes. You smile at Ivy and Harley, as they’re unaware of the little walk on memory lane you just took, and tell them :

“You know how many chandeliers we had to change when he was little ? Oh my god he used to jump from the BANISTERS onto the chandelier in the foyer exactly when I’d walk in just to freak me out. Then he’d laugh, and always threw me into panic mode when I could see the chandelier slowly unscrewing. He did that EVERY SINGLE TIME he was upset we told him no and such.”

“Upset you told him no ? What a brat !”

“I’m not going to say he wasn’t a brat at times, but he was a good kid. Dick just always had...trouble, when he was younger, at dealing with his anger. Now, it’s very rare that he gets angry, but my oh my when he does I really wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of it !”

Not that you ever were. When he was a child you would sometimes endure the brunt of his frustrations because he was not yet mature enough to truly control himself, now as an adult, he would only get very mad when someone would hurt a loved one, and of course it was never you.

But this wasn’t the point here. No. Right now, you were talking about how Dick and his often reckless behavior made you think : “brat !” about him a few times.

“Dick has always had particular ways of...being purposefully annoying. Sometimes to see how far he could push us, sometimes just because well, he could be a little brat. For example, when we’d stay too late in bed, and he was annoyed at that because he wanted to see us, he’d barge in our room, plunger in hand, and I kid you not, would jump on our bed, get some height, use that damn acrobat training he had since he was born, and stick himself to the ceiling with the plunger ??? How did he even had such an idea ?? And he’d really stick up there, just hang above us telling us it was time to wake up, or just giggling, and then Bruce would have to stand up on the bed to get him down safely, and well, we’d have to wake up. You wouldn’t believe the amount of rings on the ceiling he made. We had the repaint it at least twice.”

“No way !”

“Wayy ! To this day, you can’t find any plunger in Wayne Manor. Well, you can, but they’re all hidden under Alfred’s bed because Alfred’s room is the only place none of the kids dare to go in...”

“Oh so they barge into your room easy, but no in the butler’s room.”

You nod, smiling. Not feeling like going into long explanations about how Alfred is much more than just a butler, but knowing where you stand on the matter nonetheless.

“Dick used to drive us crazy, he would have such...creative ideas to show us he was upset about something. He didn’t have that many tantrums. Or rather, his tantrums translated in us having to run after him in the most crowded places in Gotham, while that little brat would parkour his way through easily...Brr, those were NOT good times.”

“I never knew Nightwing was such a difficult child.”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t. Not really. But he had his moment. And believe me, out of all of my kids, he’s probably the most stubborn one, and you really don’t want to get on his bad side.”

“That’s such a funny thing to think about. The Batman himself trying to get a kid who’s hanging from a plunger.”

“You’d be surprised about what’s really going on in our family haha.”

“I bet we would. I mean. To be honest, I always felt like there was more to the bat than what he let on, if only for all the time he showed me kindness when I probably didn’t deserve it.”

Ivy said, thoughtful. And how ironic again, right, that someone known as a “villain” would be one of the few people who didn’t stop themselves at their first impression of your husband ?

You smile, actually quite liking the idea that even people who fell on his wrong side still saw kindness in him. You knew him the best, of course. Along with Alfred. And you knew why he really did all this. That kicking some people’s asses was definitely not his motivation.

It was nice, to realize that Ivy actually thought rather highly of your husband. And that Harley did too, because he always took into consideration their mental illnesses and inner troubles.

It was nice, that once again, talking about your children and their relationship to their dad helped others to see that “the big bad bat”, was just a man after all.

JASON

“Contrary to popular belief, Jason was a very sweet child. He never even talked back ? When he got frustrated, he would go to his room, not saying a word, wouldn’t even slam his door, and then come apologize for his behavior...”

“Are we both talking about Red Hood right now ?”

“Yes, well he wasn’t always Red Hood now, was he ?”

Harley feels the weight of your eyes on her, and for a second, an old anger you thought was forgotten rises in you when you think about all the things your son went through because of...because of...Because of the Joker.

It wasn’t Harley, that took your baby away. It wasn’t her who used him to hurt your husband so deep he fell in a dark well again for years. It wasn’t her. She wasn’t even with the Joker, at that time.

You sigh, and say :

“Jason was a little street urchin, as some say. He learned how to survive in the streets, not to live. He had no idea what it was like to be taken care of. So when we took him in, and after his suspicions passed...He never acted out. Never. He absolutely worshipped his dad, and took everything I said as gospel. That’s probably why, when we didn’t avenge him he...”

“You don’t have to continue about this.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s ok, I understand. So. Red h-Jason, wasn’t a brat at all was he ?”

“Really, no. I honestly can’t recall a time he acted like a brat when he was little. Oh, of course there was that time he stole Bruce’s favorite lambo and went on a rodeo through Gotham because he thought we were going to give him up...He was 9.”

“He knew how to drive at 9 ??”

“He knew how to neutralize a man three times his size at 9.”

“Oh, right, sorry, forgot I was talking about your family.“

“It happens.”

“So...What happened ?”

“Ah, yes. Well you see, he got himself in danger stupidly during a night out, so Bruce got mad. Madder than he should’ve. He yelled, instead of explaining. Can’t blame him though, he really was shaken up. But in Jason’s mind, yelling equated to him soon being thrown away like garbage. Every time someone yelled at him, or around him, in his life prior to him being with us...he ended up abandoned. All alone. So...”

“So he thought you were going to give him up ? But that’s so silly, it was just a bit of yelling ?”

“You have to understand the way Jason grew up. To him, and his past traumas, it was more than just a bit of yelling. So he decided to leave before we told him we didn’t want him anymore...Can you imagine how heartbreaking a decision it was ? I don’t even know now that I’m telling the story, that this is really bratty behavior. Well. He did keep going even as Bruce chased him with the Batmobile, and he only stopped when he ran out of gas. Then he ran away, as fast he could. It took Bruce a while to catch up to him. And when he finally did, Jason didn’t make it easy. He fought back, yelling that he “didn’t want to hear it”. Once we understood what he was talking about, of course, we reassured him. And he calmed down. He fell asleep in Bruce’s arms as he brought him home. We never yelled at him again after that...Not even when he became the Red Hood, and wouldn’t listen to us.”

There’s a slight pause, an awkward one, a heavy one. Every one in the room knows what happened to your son...You do not want to dwell on this today. Not anymore. Not as you finally got your baby back, and just like he used to be, there’s not one “bratty” blood in his body.

“Rather boring I guess, a child who isn’t a brat at all haha. It’s easily explanable by how he grew up. He never wanted to disappoint us. I guess...He had more bratty behavior once he came back ? I...”

“You don’t have to talk about it.”

“Right. Well. Let me continue, then.”

“Go ahead, we’re listening.”

TIM

“Tim came shortly after Jason’s death. And when his own parents died and we officially adopted him, I must admit the beginning of his education might’ve been too full of extremes. On one hand, we’d never tell him “no” if he wanted something material or to do something not dangerous, on the other Bruce was extremely strict with him when he was Robin, even a little overbearing at times...You have to understand, we had just lost a son. We couldn’t bear to lose another one. We sheltered him a little too much, maybe, while spoiling him a lot. Not rotten though. But that is, thankfully, because Tim isn’t a bad kid. He grew up in a wealthy environment. He always had whatever he wanted, but his parents’ attention...So he craved ours a lot. And that’s maybe why sometimes he’d um...”

Silence. How could you put what Tim did without making yourself pass as a terrible parent ?

“He’d what ?”

“Tim had the bad habit of...sort of running away.”

“Sort of ?”

“Yes. He wasn’t really running away. He was going on “adventures” without telling us...”

“Oh, like a dog ? Like you know how certain dogs escape from their home’s garden when their owner go to work, and then come back before they do ?”

The analogy is special, comparing your child to a dog but...Harley isn’t wrong. Tim’s behavior was quite like that.

“The worst thing is that when he’d come back, he would really pretend like nothing happened. He’d just go off to look up on a case on his own, or because he suddenly wanted ice cream and went by himself. I think he was too used to do things on his own, as his parents weren’t very present and never really took care of him. It would make Bruce mad though, mad with worries. And then when Tim would come back, they’d get into stupid fights about it...”

Reminiscing of your husband during that time always hurt your heart. He was so afraid to loose more than what he already lost...

“It never deterred Tim to go off on his own though, oh no. On the contrary, he’d take great pleasure in bypassing Bruce’s security systems, and nag him about how easy it’d been, before leaving. That’s the bratty thing about it, I guess, how he’d sometimes would just act like anyway, we can’t stop him.”

It was frustrating, especially because you both knew Tim could be very reckless. It was also frustrating, and made you feel bad about yourself, that your own child would just decide to not listen and...Ah. But Dick did do this sort of things too, didn’t he ? You were just too used to Jason and...Jason and...

You didn’t want to think further about that time.

“Eventually, we did realize that his behavior was directly our fault. How could he understand our point of view if 1) we never explained to him why we did what we did, and 2) we’d tell him “yes” for everything except when it was related to his Robin duties ? Of course it was confusing for a ten years old boy eager to help. To be honest, most kids acting like “brats” are often like that because of the parents. Once we figured that out, well, we had a talk with him.”

“And did he understand your point of view ?”

“Tim is the smartest boy I ever met. He definitely understood. And that was our mistake really, to not take the time to explain things to him. Don’t get me wrong, even now he sometimes goes off by himself and LOVES to drive his father crazy by bypassing any security he settles, but it’s just...Well, it’s just because he’s a brat. He understands our view, and never pushes it too far. But he does like to push our buttons...Smart ass.”

CASSANDRA

"Hey, what about your daughter ? I don’t know her name, sorry.”

“Cassandra.”

“Aah, that’s a cute name. Well, is she more well behaved than your boys then ? Girls are often calmer and more mature.”

You burst out laughing at Ivy’s statements. Yes, that is true that Cassandra matured faster than her brothers. But oh boy, “calmer” ? Cass ? Well. You could see why some people thought that, after all, she didn’t speak a lot. But ah, when she was upset with you or Bruce ?

Cass was sneaky. A little salt in your coffee because you didn’t let her do something she really wanted to. Or hiding one of your shoe.

You knew when she wasn’t happy with one of your decision. She’d stare at you from one side of the room, and whenever you’d look at her she’d turn her head away, nose up in the air, pretending you don’t exist.

It didn’t happen often, to be fair. Most of the time she’d try to view things from your perspective, and understand your decision. But sometimes..Sometimes...Well, she was a teenager.

Kids didn’t always understand their parents’ decisions, especially regarding their lives. Sometimes, it feels like they just don’t get you and are trying to control you, even if they’re not. Being a teen is tough. Being a vigilante teen is tougher. Getting frustrated was normal.

But Cassandra had trouble expressing herself with words. She spoke nowadays, but she didn’t always find the right words when it came to explaining her feelings. So she’d do other things, to let you understand.

Just like how she said “I love you” in millions different little ways that were her own...She also was able to say : “I’m annoyed with you” very well.

It was by her action, and not her words, that she truly could be a brat. The way she’d ignore you, or be a pain on purpose.

“Once, I told her she couldn’t go with Jason to I-don’t-even-remember-where-but-it-was-definitely-not-a-place-for-her, and for a week she didn’t even look at me. She made a spectacle of talking lots to her brothers, more than usual, and wouldn’t utter a word to me. Gotta admit, it hurts a bit. But I guess ya know, kids don’t always realize that. She apologized later on, but that’s not the question. Sometimes you just don’t see you’re hurting the person.”

“That’s true. I know that all too well...”

Harley says, looking at Ivy and then down. Ivy puts her hand on her shoulder, and squeeze it, and it’s quite an adorable sight to see.

It feels like them too, have their own family. It sort of reminds you of Bruce and you, the early years, to be honest.

“You know, my daughter, Cass, I can’t be mad at her in those moments. I too was a frustrated teenager who did things to my parents, my brothers, I still regret to this day. I wish I could go back and not be a little shit, ya know ? I understand her. I understand sometimes, you have to lash out. And honestly, what she does is nothing compared to what I already did...Everyone needs to vent. We’re not perfect. And..No matter how big our mistake, we all deserve redemption.”

They know you’re talking about them now, and not about your daughter. Although they can’t know that Cass’ had been force as a child to be a weapon, and did things she dearly regrets.

And that’s it. That’s why you find yourself able to “forgive” Harley and Ivy for their past actions. Obviously, they already changed quite a bit. But also...Jason, Cass, and Damian...They all did things they regret. They all went through so much, and have been on the “dark side”.

They deserved redemption. To be given a chance.

Jason, Cass...And Damian.

Your little Damian, a paragon of what the word “redemption” means.

DAMIAN

Damian is not a brat in the way you think he’s a brat.

Sure, if you don’t know him he can appear too sure of himself, full of himself even. Someone who looks down on people. But...people who think that just don’t know him very well.

No. Damian was only truly an actual brat when it was related to animals.

“One time, I said “no we can’t take another cat my little buddy”, because like, we already had like, 17 cats roaming around the mansion and the gardens, as Damian has a tendency to just bring in any strays he finds. You know what he did ? He went to a near puddle. Like a very, very muddy puddle...And he just started to jump in it, and roll in it, until I said ok, we can take another cat in...Brat.”

“You caved ?”

“I caved. He was so dirty !”

“Hahaha, that’s an hilarious thing to think about really.”

“Not the worst occurrence of this. Once, he wanted to free the tigers at Gotham zoo because he thought their enclosure wasn’t good enough. I told him he couldn’t do that, of course, and I was going to add that we’d look into it but...Next thing I know, he tells me : “Watch me”, and disappears in the crowd. I was like : “WELL I CAN’T WATCH YOU IF YOU JUST GO OFF LIKE THAT !!”. First, it’s already scary when you loose your kid in a crow, even if granted, if anyone tried to kidnap Damian, they’d be the one in trouble. But still. And second, we were just talking about how he wanted to set some tigers free !! Fast forward not even fifteen minutes of me frantically looking everywhere while calling Bruce on the phone and trying to explain the situation, I see Damian, wearing his Robin costume, mounted on one of the tiger, and leading the other two away out of the zoo...”

“What the hell ?? What happened next ??” Harley was absolutely entranced in your story. You saw her nodding away as she was definitely agreeing that those tigers needed to be free...And you sort of recall her having hyenas as pets ?

“Well, I get home ok ? Because I know that boy brought those tigers to our garden, just like he does with all those stray cats. And yes, I come home and here he is, eating cookies and drinking milk, saying the tigers need a real home, as said tigers are chilling in our garden ???”

“What did you do with the tigers ??”

“Damian convinced us to start a case against Gotham zoo and...Turned out he was right, there was some malpractice. The tigers were relocated in a reserve of one of our friend. And Gotham zoo was entirely remade by one of the Wayne Foundation. So I guess it ended well.”

“That kid isn’t a brat, he’s an icon.”

“Yes well, he didn’t listen to me at all.”

“But he saved those tigers. And a few other animals.”

“Harleyyyy ! That’s not the point !”

“Did you punish him ?”

Small silence. You look at them. They look at you. Then you turn away and say :

“Of course I didn’t, it was epic.”

Cue some laughter, of course. Aaah. It was HARD to raise children, especially when they were such smartasses !

“But honestly, Damian is a sweet child. He does definitely totally ignore his father sometimes, but he always listens to me. The only times he doesn’t, and act like a proper brat, is when animals are involved. I’m not even going to tell you the time he almost brought home a dragon from Apokolips...”

“What ?? You have to tell us now !”

“Oh, You want me to tell you ? Alright then, well see, we were on...”

There were dozens and dozens of stories about Damian acting like a “brat” and trying to convince you to bring more pets (with you rarely winning the arguments, because he’d throw genuine tantrum acting like the 10 years old he actually was).

You loved those stories. Of course, you’d get frustrated that your son wouldn’t listen...But it was proof he was still just a little kid. Your little kid.

Talking about him to Harley and Ivy was oddly nice, as if they’d been your friends since forever. They didn’t invalidate you, they didn’t tell you you were a bad mother for succumbing to your kids’ tantrums sometimes (to be fair, your kids knew not to push you too much either, your glares were rather effective), and they were eagerly listening.

It was nice, to see someone actually interested in the mundane side of your life. Granted, stealing tigers from a zoo wasn’t THAT mundane, but ah, your children acting out sometimes...It was normal.

And it felt nice. As odd as it might sound.

DUKE

Duke was already 15, when he came to live with your family. And his parents were still alive, as well, which made the dynamic between you and him different. He was distant, at first, reminding you every chance he got that he’d leave as soon as his parents would feel better.

And those few first weeks, when he was lost and unsure he even wanted to stay with you at the Manor...It wasn't “bratty behavior”. Just like Dick who missed his parents, or Jason who was afraid you’d leave him, he would act out sometimes. Out of pain. Out of frustration at not understanding his own feelings, and being so full of conflicted ones.

On one hand, you gave him a home and made it so that he wouldn’t be lost in the system. On the other, he wanted his mom and dad.

Yes. At first, it was tough. But as time went on, and with your care, and making him understand that it was ok to be angry...He truly opened up.

His behavior the first few days, wasn’t “bratty”. It was a behavior born from trauma and pain, and being scared.

“He did got me arrested once though, I admit that day I wasn’t too happy and might’ve thought he was a brat...”

“He did what ?”

Both Harley and Ivy were absolutely glued to your stories, and you definitely had a way to tell them. To keep them on edge, wondering what would come next. Like right now. What did Duke did, that got you arrested ?

“Well. He pretended I kidnapped him. I didn’t have the official papers that said he was our ward with me, and that little one is an amazing actor. I got put behind bars, and then they called social services. The mix up was cleared up fast, as Bruce arrived. But ya know, it wasn’t a good experience. If only to witness the utter incompetence of Gotham’s police.”

“Tell me about it, they never even once caught us. Not without Batman’s assistance of course.”

“That’s a wild story honestly...What did Duke do, after that ? What did you do ?”

“Honestly ? It was obvious he felt extremely bad about what he did. When Bruce asked him why he did it, he answered that he didn’t even know. And we believed him. Sometimes, when you’re in too much pain, you do things without really knowing why. After that, actually, things greatly improved. He talked to us. And he never once did anything like that again.”

Duke wasn’t a brat at all. Well, none of your kids were. But Duke, even with his own parents, was always a calm obedient kid. With a normal life...

The times he acted out with you, you knew it was a cry for help. And you knew you guys put that new life on him. You, and what the Joker did to his parents. Everything always lead back to the Joker...

“You have a nice family.”

“Thank you for telling us all that.”

“No problemo.”

“You managed to make me simultaneously want, and not want kids !”

“Aaah, you just summarized the life of a parent haha !”

Who would’ve thought ? Who would’ve thought that one day, you’d be sitting comfortably in an armchair in one of Gotham’s most famous “villain’s” lair ? They had a nice loft, to be honest. You had no idea where it was, but you heard the sea not far so probably somewhere in East Gotham.

This was nice. It was odd because you were talking to Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, but it was nice. To talk about your children, and how sometimes...they did act like children.

It was easy to forget, even for you, that they were just kids. So this was nice. A nice reminder, that them acting like brats is actually good.

Everyone needs to vent their emotions, ya know ?

Plus, there is so many good moments with them... (A/N : aka, literally all my stories with the Batfam haha)

“I envy your family a bit.”

“You do ?”

“Yes. When Batman came to ask us for help, I saw it. And I see it now too, as you tell us those stories. You guys aren’t perfect, but you really do love each others very much.”

“Ah, yet another great summary made by Harley Quinn...”

“Well you know, I was a psychiatrist after all.”

You smile gently at her, wondering if maybe one day, she’ll tell you her story. How come she ended up under Joker’s manipulation ? What happened to her, and what were her aspirations ?

“To be honest I admire you, I don’t think I could handle someone like Batman on a daily basis !”

“Hahahahaha, if I had a dollar every time someone told me that ! But hey, it’s cause nobody quite knows him like I do...Which makes me think, wanna hear one last story ?”

“Of course !”

BRUCE

“You know what’s funny ? I just thought of it right now. The brattiest of them all isn’t even one of the kids. It’s Bruce. Man. He can be SUCH a brat !”

You say, rising up slightly in your seat. Ivy chuckles and says :

“Oh I believe that.”

“He can be so broody for no reasons.”

Both of your new girl friends nod. They definitely noticed he brooded a lot. And never smiled. And he had a bad tendency of telling them to “stop” doing something when they were having such fun...

“Like, once, I forgot to kiss him goodbye before work ok ? Well he pouted all day about it. Our two years old son Thomas had the same reaction, when I got home he was all like : “Mommy left with not kissy !” except, you know...He’s two.”

“Wait, I wasn’t expecting that.” Ivy says, while Harley add : “I thought you were going to talk about how cold, harsh and all he was.”

“Oh, he was in the beginning, it didn’t last that long...you know, everyone needs someone to be themselves with. He’s not cold with me at all. Really, no, more like...Well. He can be a brat, actually. Ok, there that one time I lost too much at Uno and threatened to divorce him, but he can be much worst !”

“U-Uno ?”

“Yes. Long story. Not worth mentioning, right now we’re talking about how BRUCE is a brat. You know, he pouts soooo easily. Not in public, but when it’s just the two of us. Oh boy. He’s also super jealous. But that’s another story. You know, he does get moody when he doesn’t get his way ? Like he wants to watch this movie, but we all wanna watch something else ? Well boom, he acts like a brat. This kind of thing you know ?”

“Batman is...a brat ?”

“Ah yes ! And you should listen to Alfred’s stories of him as a child. An actual genuine brat !”

You’re about to keep going with your stories, when you realize both Ivy and Harley look at you with their mouth open, as if their brain just melted. And...Well, you understand. After all, it must’ve been quite a surprise, for them to learn that the big bad bat was a brat.

Come to think of it, yeah, you’re probably the only one in the world that would call The Batman, a “brat”. Batbrat. Haha.

(A/N : If you have no idea who Thomas is, he appears in those stories : . Not writing a part with him because it was really getting too long, but imagine some toddler shenanigans haha).

Always here

Jason is the first to arrive at Harley and Ivy’s hideout. He rushes to you immediately, asking if you’re alright.

“Yes, didn’t even see that damn clown. Harley and Ivy picked me right up.”

“I’m glad.”

“Where are your brothers ? And your dad ?”

“Coming soon. They wrapped things up. We caught him, of course. He’s becoming sort of predictable, in his unpredictability. I just didn’t want to participate more, so I came to get you. We’re regrouping home.”

Relief.

It’s a relief to know this is already done. Although it’s almost suspicious, it went so fast...Oh well, you’ll think about it later. Maybe it’s true, that he became too predictable ? Your guts tell you he might’ve had an ulterior motive, but you ignore them. No. Not now. Now, it’s time to go home.

You don’t go home, of course, without telling goodbye to your new friends.

Your son waits for you a little further, eying both of them suspiciously. Especially as Harley takes a step towards you and says :

“Listen, I'll go quick because I know your kiddo over there hate me but...Thank you. For telling us stories and reminding us we’re human, too. I hope our path will cross again.”

You nod. You hope so too, in a better situation than : “we’re protecting you from being killed by a maniac”, hopefully. You’re about to leave, when your son stops, and turns around, saying :

“I don’t hate you. The Joker used you, he mentally manipulated you and ruined your life. You’re not responsible for what happened to me. That doesn’t mean, by the way, that all your actions are forgiven. But it does explain and excuse some things...and everyone is allowed to have their redemption arc. I would know. Plus. Again. He gaslighted you for years, and manipulated you.”

His words shook Harley to her core. Except for Ivy, and maybe Bruce, nobody ever gave her a chance like that...Nobody...

You’re so proud. Oh. You’re so proud. You can’t even say anything, you hold him in your arms, and as you leave, you see Harley, crying in Ivy’s arms...

************

Home. And all together. In the end, this day was good for you. You got to vent about your kiddos, while underlining how amazing they truly are. You made new friends. You once again realized how much you loved your family...

It didn’t feel like a “Joker evasion” day. Usually, those were much more terrible, and ended terribly. But here you were. All home.

You did notice Bruce seemed a little worried, and you felt it in your guts once more. You were sure him too, felt Joker’s plan wasn’t entirely done...But ah, there was nothing to do right now.

So you took to distracting him, and making him enjoy this little moment right now, as you’re all in the mansion, together.

It’s movie night.

No vigilante duties, for anyone. It was already quite some work to catch the Joker, and usually after such a big arrest, Gotham was calm. Worst case scenario, Kate, Bruce’s cousin, was out as Batwoman. She’d take care of things, and call them for backup if need be.

Right now, it was movie night.

With all of your little brats.

Aaah.

Yes. They could be brats sometimes. Everybody had bad days, right ?

But they were your little brats.

And at the end of he day, they were always there for you. And vice versa.

Your precious beloved little brats.

EPILOGUE

A shadowy figure is looking at your family through the back windows, standing in the dark. You’re unaware of its presence of course, trusting your home is a safe haven. Because...Nobody really knows who you really are. And your house is surrounded by security created by your husband and son.

Someone able to bypass all your security, someone who filled your nightmares for years. Someone who wanted to make sure his suspicions were right.

“Aaaah. So they ARE the Waynes. Interesting. Thanks Harley for the valuable informations, although maybe you didn’t give it willingly. You and I will see each other again soon enough. We’ll all, see each others soon enough. A little...family reunion, if you will.”

Someone who isn’t done with your family...

The Joker.

To be continued ?

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Well here. I really hope you like it, and that you are not disappointed with this new story, I know it might look a little fragmented and weird, I haven’t written in ages and it felt like I didn’t know how to anymore :/. I know there’s always expectations when someone doesn’t post for a while and then comes back so..Yes, I hope you like this story born in the spur of an inspiration. As usual, feedbacks and other reblogs are more than welcomed (and thank you for going that extra mile <3).

More stories to come soon, on which I’ve been working for a while ^^. More well thought out stories if you will, and longer things (including multi-chapters stuffs because I got hella carried away). Once again, I hope this didn’t disappoint you, and thank you for reading ^^.

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justcourttee · 4 years

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So I know you've been very busy so just stay strong, I know you can do it! :) I was also wondering if I could request more sibling jasonette with the Joker going after Marinette once he finds out they're related? Take your time getting to this request if you need to, I know it'll be great when you get to it! Don't stress yourself out too much!

Thank you so much, I really do apologize for being so spotty the last month or so. I think I’m finally getting back to some sense of normal, so hopefully, I can write more :)

I hope you like it!

An Average Night in Gotham City

Marinette couldn’t believe her luck.

Being the holder of the ladybug miraculous, you would think that everything would go her way, but it seems that Tikki had a funny way of distributing that good luck.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The rank smell of something souring surrounded her senses as she dangled from the ceiling by her wrists. She was certain that there would be some difficult bruises to hide later but that was the least of her concerns at the moment.

“What you have is a pissed off college student. Who snatches someone from a library? Don’t you have any respect for my education?”

Something sharp poked her back causing her to hiss in pain.

“Now, now, I really do love Gotham State University and if it was game day, I wouldn’t dare step foot on our campus, Gothamite pride and all. But you my dear, well once I learned that you attended the school, I just had to stop by and say hello.”

His maniacal laughter would strike fear in the hearts of most, but honestly, she was just too pissed at this point to care.

“Okay, you said your piece, may I return to the library? I have a paper due at midnight tonight and I literally only have one paragraph finished.”

Another strike against her back felt hard enough to draw blood. The Joker was not in a joking mood tonight.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, How rude of you to want to leave when you just arrived! You batbrats are all the same, always in a rush. That’s why Jason is my favorite little bird. He always makes time for me,” his dreamy sigh faded into a scowl and in one quick movement, he was face to face with Marinette, his hand forcing her to stare into his eyes, “At least he used to. With you in town, he never seeks me out anymore!”

Releasing her cheeks, he turned away in a mock sob, using the edge of his purple tie to wipe away his tears.

“Maybe it’s because you two have an abusive relationship. I mean who wants to seek out someone that beats the shit out of them all the time.”

Joker stroked his chin thoughtfully as if her words carried some weight to them.

“Perhaps you’re right, maybe my last beating didn’t express enough love and admiration. How do you beat him to show him you love him?”

With a snap of his fingers, one of his men rushed forward to place a stool in front of him. Plopping down, he crossed his legs, motioning for her to speak.

“Uhm, well, I don’t beat him. Being my brother and all, we fight on the occasion, but if I want him to know I love him, I bake his favorite sweets or surprise him with a visit to his work.”

“Ah ha! That’s what I have to do! I got too reliant on my good old friend seeking me out, but maybe every once in a while I should seek him out!”

“Wait, that’s not really-” She couldn't finish her sentence as a crackle of electricity echoed through the warehouse. Her breathing was labored as she slowly began to come to terms with her situation.

“You know little batbug, you are slowly becoming a second favorite of mine. Of course, none of you could ever replace Batsy himself, but I would be lying to myself if I wasn’t fond of you and my Jason.”

If this was how he treated his favorites, Marinette was terrified to think of what Tim or Damian would go through if they were in her place right now. As he continued his monologue of the highs and lows of his and Jason's great relationship, Marinette took the time to take stock of her options.

There were ten men in total, more than likely at least five more outside posting guard. Fifteen wouldn’t be too hard, but there was one wildcard she couldn’t account for. Joker hardly ever accepted a fight that he wouldn’t believe to be fun and if she was honest, she couldn’t figure if he would jump in or not.

Tikki had already been working at the ropes holding her wrists, it was mere moments before they snapped, the only thing that stood in her way was that clown.

“-anywho, I suppose it’s time to go pay Jason a visit. Boys, leave this one alive. I like her.”

There was a slight groan of annoyance that sprinkled throughout the room.

Now was her time. The minute Joker stepped foot outside of the warehouse, she would be able to escape with almost no effort. As the doors slid open, Marinette nodded to Tikki to chew through the last rope.

“Where is she?” A frantic voice spilled through the front door causing Marinette’s eyes to snap into focus.

Several guns were trained on Jason as he gripped the front of Joker’s suit, his fist curled and ready to strike.

He came for her.

It wasn’t that she had any doubt, but she figured that her emergency tracker hadn’t sounded after seeing the response time from the team. As she dropped softly to her feet, Marinette slammed her elbow into the nearest man’s neck, gripping his gun as he dropped to the ground.

A few guns shifted from Jason to Marinette, seemingly unsure who was the bigger danger at this point.

“Oh Jason, I knew you cared. Marinette said I might have to seek you out, but that’s just not true is it. You always find your way back to me.”

His laughter was infuriating and Marinette could tell Jason was seeing red. If she didn’t get them out of there in the next few minutes, there was no telling if she could stop him from murdering the clown in front of him.

“You stupid clown, I could care less if you attack me, but you leave her out of this you understand?”

The Joker shook his head, a small giggle escaping his lips as he waved his men to stand down.

“Leave her out of this? Oh Jason, batbug there has become one of my new favorites. But don’t you worry, you’re still number one in my book.”

Marinette felt a shiver throughout her body at the sound of the growl that emitted from Jason.

“Jason, let's just leave. This isn’t a fight for today.”

There was no response as he and the Joker remained locked in an invisible argument, neither budging at the sound of her voice. Taking a step closer, she kept her gun trained on the clown, her eyes scanning the other men for any sudden movements. Instead of fighting her, they parted to allow her to get closer, all of them feeling equally confused as her.

Lowering her gun for a brief moment, she reached out to place a gentle hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“Jason, not today.”

She felt the tension in his body melting under her touch as he loosened his grip in the Joker’s suit. With one last glance, Jason dropped the man to the floor, turning to pull Marinette into a tight hug.

“Your stupid tracker needs an update. Tim could only place it near this area and it took me entirely too long to get here.”

Marinette winced under his tight grip, the realization of her wounds finally hitting her. Pulling back, she nodded to Jason as they both moved to walk out the door.

The sound of several guns switching off safeties echoed, causing them both to stop in their tracks.

“Joker, let us go.”

Her eyes met his as he lifted himself from the floor, brushing off the imaginary dust he had acquired. There was a certain glint in those eyes that screamed danger to her. They both shared a mutual understanding that he knew far too much and that he could attack whenever he wanted. This advantage seemed to please him as he nodded, motioning for his men to stand down once more.

“Batbug is right, this would be no fun if the two of you were dead. So many interesting possibilities for the future, it’s so exhilarating.”

The sound of his laughter stayed with her even after they were blocks away from the warehouse.

“Batman was right behind me, I’m sure he’ll get there before they have time to clear out.”

Marinette nodded absentmindedly as Jason pulled them into the nearest ally. As gently as possible, he lifted the back of her shirt to exam the wounds. Letting out a low whistle, he began to patch them one by one, the stinging of antiseptic cutting just as deeply as the wounds had.

“Mari, what were you doing before that clown kidnapped you? It doesn’t look you struggled much, there only seems to be torture wounds.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as she suddenly remembered.

“Jason, we have to get back to the library! My paper is due at midnight! That idiot snapped me while I was writing, I only have one paragraph done and I don’t even know if it saved.”

Jason struggled to bite back the laughter that was fighting to escape.

“You know Marinette, this is what you get for waiting to the last minute. Don’t you know by now that there is a fair chance of getting kidnapped while you’re trying to do school work?”

Marinette reached backward swinging blindly as Jason’s laughter finally bellowed through. As he pulled her shirt back down into position, Marinette turned to give him one last hug before she took off into the night.

Jason and Tikki shared a look. Together, they took off after her, giggling and calling after her as they raced through Gotham’s streets. All in all, it really was just another average night in Gotham City.

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batfam-all-the-way · 4 years

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A list of thing in Tim’s camera roll

A screenshot of a snapchat from Duke: Duke’s half face is a blur laughing, the camera is angled to show Dick hanging from one leg from the chandelier, Damian is behind him mid sipping from a teacup, completely uncaring while Stephanie’s phone camera is pointed at Dick. Behind all of them Alfred is looking directly at the camera, completely fed up.

A photo of Alfred holding a tray of cookies high above his head as Damian and Steph reach for the tray, Jason hanging upside down from the top of the frame holding 3 cookies

A screenshot of an internet search image: The search bar reads Red Robin. The photo is of Spoiler effortless wielding her staff, taking up most of the screen, with Red Robin’s face a blur, screaming, just visible over her shoulder in the background.

A photo of Kon wearing a Red Robin shirt, flipping off an anti-vigilante reporter

A photo of Damian, whole face taking up the frame, with a hand from someone off camera (Dick’s) smooshing his cheeks as he glares

A video of Red Hood swinging onto a roof top, yelling “Vibe check!” And full body slamming into a big villain

A snapchat screen recording from Dick of Jason dancing in the bathroom mirror to Ariana Grande, seeing Dick and screaming

A selfie of Bart, Kon and Tim

A screenshot from Cass’ snapchat story of Tim pouring red bull into a coffee pot, timestamped 3am, a blurred Steph lurching to stop him

A video of Kon as Superboy yelling at the camera “I may not be able to fly, but can superman do this?” Then leaping at a building and slamming face first into the brick wall and denting the building

A snapchat photo he sent to Kon of Jon smiling, face squished as Damian pushes him away with Damian pulling his signature grumpy face, captioned “Superbrat and Batbrat at it again”

A photo of Jason in long sleeve robin pyjamas wearing his red hood helmet and holding a spatula

A screenshot from youtube of Duke physically holding Cass back as she tries to fight a very alarmed reporter with a Wayne Enterprises Interview logo in the corner

A video of the group playing scrabble. The camera zooms in on Tim’s letters which are V,W,V,X,Y,P,R, then zooms in on the scrabble board and the word F*CK, then zooms out. Cass is sitting face down on the table, across from her Steph is eating Ramen noodles. Behind the board Jason and Dick are yelling at one another. The audio is an argument about whether or not swear words are allowed

A photo of Kon in the Red Robin suit and Tim wearing his Superboy shirt

A series of group photos including:

A snapchat photo with a Happy Halloween sticker in the corner of the kids dressed up, Jason as Green Lantern, Steph as The Flash, Cass as Aquaman, Duke as Cyborg, Damian as Batman, Tim as Superman and Dick as Wonder Woman

A selfie Steph took of them all in Santa hats, Damian being held in place by Dick

A photo Bruce took of a group hug with Alfred in the middle

2 framed family portraits from the manor, One with Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Cass all being series and one with them plus Steph, Barbara, Alfred and Duke all pulling funny faces

About 100 batfamily memes

A photo he found of a very tiny, 10 year old, recently adopted Dick Grayson

A series of photos from a pool party ranging from a group photo with all the Waynes and friends to a photo of Dick floating on a pool bed with Jason mid-jump above him

#dc #Tim drake #Tim drake-wayne #batfam #batfamily #mine #headcannons #HCs #wayne family #camera roll

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winterwolf0916 · 4 years

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{Nightshade} ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Dick Grayson x Nightshade! Reader

Requested by @palechick: Hi! Can you do a Dick Grayson Fluff for 31 ”You’re Alive!?” on the prompts list you reblogged? I’ve had the idea of the (S/O) being nightshade and disappearing for two years them coming back. I always thought it would be cute if she went missing when he was Robin and then came back to him being Nightwing. I’ve never had the guts to write it though. This is such a long request sorry. 💕

Warning: Fluff and angst.

A/n: ooooh! Love the angst requests <3 Forgive me if it isn’t the best or what you hoped. And forgive me that I took a while. I wasn’t too sure if she was a villain or hero, but I went by what I searched up. Hope you enjoy it love.

Word count: 1768

“Hey bird brain.” You could tell he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

“What are you doing here?” You shrugged.

“Can’t say, snitches get stitches~”

As you lifted your hand, your powers formed large dark claws, hovering above your fingers.

“Don’t do this.” His hand was hovering over his utility belt. Your smirk grew as you threw your claws towards him.

You were in Gotham’s bank. And why were you there in the first place?

Harley

Ducking

Quinn

You both snuck out of the Suicide Squad facility for a “little fun.”

And by fun, she meant heading to Gotham’s bank and taking out cash.

Apparently she left you for her sake of escaping and not getting caught.

So here you are now, having a show down with one of the batbrats.

Well… your favorite one at least.

Dick Grayson.

Yep. You knew his identity and he to yours.

A few years ago, you both met at the library. A funny place to meet when he’s a hero and you’re a villian(ish).

You were the new girl and he was your guide that soon became to be your best friend.

That is until night time. That’s when things get intense and slightly (very) flirty.

Until one day, clay face barged into gotham academy because he needed a rich/young hostage to trade for cash.

And as Robin came into the picture, you knew he needed assistance.

It would sure ruin your reputation with the other villians in Gotham. But screw it because you can easily cover your tracks and its just one day.

So you helped/kicked ass.

After clayface was taken away, that’s when you both revealed who’s behind the mask.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, Nightshade.” He twirled his bostaff.

“Aww don’t get too soft with me-*sniff*- shit.”

He frowned before taking a whiff as well, causing his eyes to widen.

Fire

“You’ll take the two floors, I get everything above that.” You ordered. Sure you’re a bad guy but you couldn’t lie to yourself that hurting people isn’t your style. Especially infront of your crush. Dick.

Before you could teleport, a hand grabbed onto your forearm.

“Be careful, y/n.” He whispered, making sure no one hears.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” You grinned then left to the top floors.

After the hostages and the people were out of the building, Dick felt something was wrong.

Very Wrong

You weren’t coming out. And the building was in large flames.

As he was about to barge inside to save you, the building exploded.

He was shocked.

And his heart clenched.

After the explosion, he searched for you.

Highs and lows.

He called your name so many times.

And there was no answer

Until he found your costume under a pile of rubble. Torn.

His heart dropped.

You couldn’t be gone.

And he didn’t stop from there.

He searched even more.

At the school, the suicide squad facility, places you both like to talk, your hiding places, even the damn Arkham Asylum.

But so far, he couldn’t find you.

You were wiped off of the face of the Earth.

That’s when he-

He couldn’t believe it.

You were gone.

Oh how his heart broke.

How he blamed himself he couldn’t save you back then.

He grieved.

He deeply regrets from letting you go.

The first couple of months wasn’t easy.

He would sometimes ignore Bruce.

Becoming harsh and violent while being Robin.

Straying away from his friends and family

Locking himself in his room, thinking that he knew he couldn’t save everyone.

But why does it have to be you?

Why couldn’t he save you?

He didn’t care that you were evil.

Because he knows you.

You hate hurting others for fun. You hate using your powers to destroy instead of creating, You hate sitting in your cell, listening to Walker giving you orders, and treated harshly under her care.

You hated being evil and wanted out.

At the end of the year, Bruce fired him.

Dick felt all kinds of emotions as he left to Bludhaven.

And he wasn’t feeling better.

He still felt numb and thinks about you everyday. Thinking of scenarios about having you here.

He would visit your grave in Gotham. Talking to you about his day, how he misses you, and dropping off roses.

In the beginning of the second year he changed his vigilante identity.

From the Robin that witnessed your death to something quite new.

After talking with Superman onto the legend from his birth planet, he figured a new name.

It was perfect as well.

In order to honor your death, he took a part of your vigilante name.

Instead of Nightshade it was Nightwing.

During the second year, he would still visit your grave. Your death still left a scar on him.

As he was leading the Titans, his teammates were quite curious to know who you were. Smiling in the small picture with Dick in your student uniforms infront of Gotham Academy.

They would see the small photo when they would walk into his room and call him for diner or for a meeting.

But Dick just quickly changed the subject and say you were an old friend.

That is until the anniversery of your death came along.

The Titans would be lying if they didn’t notice Dick acting odd.

He was harsh in training and when there was a meeting or the team invited him to join an activity, he rejects it.

Not only that, he was spending most of his time locked in his room. They were concerned about him and sent Raven.

As she placed her hand on his shoulder, she saw the reason why Dick was upset. He have every right to be.

“I’m so sorry.” Raven apologized wiping the tears from her eyes from feeling Dick’s pain.

“What were you doing in my head?”

“We were worried and they thought I could be some assistance to you since you’re upset…but I understand now and…I’m so so sorry for your loss.” Dick just rubbed his temples and let out a sigh.

“Just…I-I need a moment to myself.”

As he left to the city for cool himself off, he decides to go to the library that you both used to visit when you were younger.

It was a place of quiet and where worries don’t exist. He headed up to your favorite book section. As he found your favorite book he began to smile.

Everything was at peace, that is until a shadow was thrown through the large windows and cashed onto tables and chairs.

Dick rushed to the scene to investigate as civilians were rushing out.

He could hear the figure groan in pain and mutter curses.

As he stepped infront to have a better view of who was thrown in to the window, his entire being froze.

He couldn’t believe of what he was seeing.

He thought he was having an illusion but no…. you were there.

As you look up to see the handsome pedestrian, you caught your breath as you recognized who he is.

“Dick…LOOK OUT!” you threw yourself around him and teleported in time before Grundy was about to throw his fists down to crush him.

As you both reappeared outside of the building and letting Dick go, you were about to teleport back inside to stop Grundy until-

“You’re Alive?!”

“Um…Am I not?” You teased hoping he would calm down.

“Don’t joke around on this! I thought you were dead!”

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?” He still couldn’t stand your teasing. He needs answers.

"Cut the shit and tell me what happened."

"Now that's a funny story-"

“Y/N.”

“Oh I’m sorry! Walter putting me on lock down for a damn year isn’t enough for you? Plus another year of hiding while she’s hot on my tail!”

“Walter caught you?”

“Didn’t she tell you?!”

Judging by Dick’s silence, y/n figured Walter lied to him about you. Well why wouldn’t she? That old woman could see you getting distracted with Dick and she needs to get rid of it.

"Why didn't you tell me? Or at least see me?" He was hurt. Angry. And confused. But at the same time...He felt relieved, excited, and hopeful because...you're here now.

"I was trying to protect y-" The next thing you know, your back hit the wall and you fell to the floor. And the hit was quite powerful that you blacked out.

Hours later you were on something soft. A bed? It wasn't yours because its always hard and thin back in the suicide squad facility.

As you opened your eyes, you were for sure you weren't in your room. And it wasn't the hospital either.

As you sat up and gazed at the window, you were in a building apart from the city and surrounded by water. It was beautiful and calming to the sight.

"You're awake." You snapped your head to the door to find Dick with a tray of food. He was suprised as well.

"And you're-You're hurt." Your teasing tone shifted into a worried one. There was a bruise on his arm. You threw the sheets off, stumbled trying to walk to him, and trying to ignore painful spots around your body.

That is until your leg let out a hurting sting causing you to fall. But of course, Dick wouldn't allow that to happen. He caught you in time before the rest of your limbs could meet the floor.

"I'm alright. I got you." He knew for you it would be too painful to drag you back to the bed so he slowly helped you down, with you in his arms.

"You're such an idiot. A handsome one but stupidly reckless." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze.

Finally Dick let himself go.

He gave a squeeze as well and gave a long kiss to your temple. It was a warm reunion. And the right way to do it instead of bickering behind the library building.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Dick-"

He had enough of it. Enough of the apologizing from different people and he didn't want to hear it from you because it wasn't your fault. A nasty woman was tearing her down and she had to escape and hide. But certainly not with him or else Walter would've destroyed or controlled Dick in a merciless way.

You let out a gasp as his lips pressed onto yours. It was soft at first then it quickly went deeper as you kissed back. You both waited ever so desperately to do this and now you are.

As you both pulled apart slightly heaving, you gave another hug.

Dick burying his face in the crook of your neck, peppering with kisses, while you breathe in his scent.

"I love you." You confessed. Dick froze and pulled back to face you.

"I love you too." He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing your face with his thumb while smiling softly. You took his hand and kissed it.

"I won't leave you again. And that's a promise I'll keep."

With a pause and a kiss to your forehead he said, "You better."

FIN~~

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