#bruce spill the beans

[tapejob]

oh my god they got boudreau's reaction to the poll

[harleykeener]

The Years Away

Sometimes a family is an assassin mother who is afraid of her father, her son who loves animals and hates people, and the zombie kid she kind of adopted, and that's okay!

[evilminji]

Ya'll remember Ace? Bat-hound?

No WAY Cujo became a Ghost and He did not.

Is he a little lost? Maybe. This is not his beautiful home. This is not his beautiful, maladjusted, Bat Family. Who are you people!? Where IS he!? This place is FAR to cheerful and green to be Gotham!

But he is Bat-Hound. A PROFESSIONAL. A HERO. He can handle this. He just has to track his humans down... through... whatever this is. If Krypto can fly, bless his mostly empty, hyperactive head, then so could he! It can't be THAT har-*Thwonk!*

.....no one saw that.

But what's this? A helpful young pup? Cujo you say. Ah, he too, was once a gaurd dog. Cujo, lad, he seems to be lost. Could you...? You WILL! Fantastic. But wait? You're worried about your Young Human?

*Bat Concern Rising* *Doggy eye squint*

WHY?

*cujo spills the frankly horrifying beans about Danny's home life*

.........ha ha, NOPE! We can be having THAT! He's coming too! Bruce LOVES young humans! Especially sassy ones. He'll adopt him in no time! You grab the older one's, I'll grab the baby. Then we can head home, yes? You'll love gotham! Plenty of scoundrels to chase!

Cut to the Bat family. Damian is training Titus in the yard. Rare sun-ish day. It's a cook out. The Kent's are over. When?

Titus and the Supers both perk up. You hear that? Somethings about to-

*reality RIPS* *Ace the Bat Hound, dead for over a decade, jumps through... THE SIZE OF A HORSE. He is holding a struggling small preteen girl in his mouth* *Splat*

He dropped her. Eeeeeeew! She is loudly protesting. There is a SECOND dog. Green. Two more teens, clearly related to the first. Dumped on Bruce's lawn.

Ace looks proud of himself. Shrinks to normal size and pads over. Plops down in front of Bruce like he'd never left, tail wagging. Still in costume. He's glowing.

The burgers burn on the grill. No one can bring themselves to notice or care. Damian is elated. Krypto is fly wrestling is bestest buddy. Bruce is having a nervous breakdown over his dead dog.

Clark is calling their co-workers and trying to STOP the nervous break down.

Lois is just feeding the strage kids the dogs brought. Asking some casual "I'm totally not an investigative reporter" type questions. Who wants chips? Have a towel.

Ace? Is a Good Boy. 🐶

@hypewinter @hdgnj @nerdpoe @ailithnight

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Damian and Ellie become friends, and for all his research into her ‘Guardian’ older siblings, he can’t seem to understand why they’re asking after his own homelife. 

Ellie was an annoyance to him from the moment they met, and this unfortunately meant that her and Jon got along like a house on fire. She’d transferred to Gotham Academy in the middle of the year and clearly had no idea what a private school was like politically- She walked right up to him and declared them friends. He’d retorted something about preferring to be enemies, she immediately had a shark like grin and after school they had their first spat- which Jon immediately flew into town for upon hearing Damian’s typically fight related biometrics (which, yes, he always listened for). 

Immediately upon Jon pulling them apart, Ellie asked again if they could be friends and Damian accepted. Jon is bewildered but hey! New Pal! And she can throw down! How Neat! (plus she didn’t ask how Jon appeared so quickly-he wasn’t caught flying because of their fight- success! Identity kept secret!) 

Ellie eventually invites them over to her place since she lives closest to the school, and the apartment is meager if not incredibly well kept. Jazz is the one home at this time, makes them all some apple slices and ensures that they did their homework. Jon declares that Lois would love her. Jazz asks if Damian is safe at home, and she has a weird green color to her eyes for just a second when she asks, but Damian assures her that the Wayne family is merely a rambunctious one with too many children. 

The next time they come by her older brother Danny is the one who is home, and he looks absolutely exhausted as he mixes instant coffee granules into his energy drink. Damian learns that he’s an engineer at WE and working night shifts- apparently Danny was home the last time they visited but was asleep. Danny also kind of looks at Damian funny for a second, and asks if he’s safe at home, Ellie protests that they can’t keep asking him and Damian defends his family once more. 

Damian goes home after one of their visits and at the family dinner table if there is anything about him that reads as ‘abused child’ since he keeps getting this treatment by the Nightengale siblings. Tim doesn’t add anything towards Damian’s predicament but does explain that Danny Nightengale is off limits from the rest of the family- He’s not to be adopted and he’s not to be researched, this dude is his main engineer on a Bat project and Tim’s personal project to crack. 

Jason, who happened to attend because it was Alfred’s Eggplant Parmesan night, voices that his new therapist is also a Nightengale. She’s great (the whole family has noticed) but he’s also contemplating dropping her as a therapist for... reasons. (The whole family understands that he’s in love with her and theres a betting pool around it.) 

Bringing the conversation back to the start, Bruce suggests that Damian invite them over for dinner so that they can see he has a stable homelife. Tim and Jason protest but it gets ignored. Damian asks Ellie at school and she happily accepts with “Great! I can’t wait to haunt your house!” 

The Nightengales arrive, and fit right in. The evening goes off without out any major issues or bumps in the road- although the entire family + Danny are all keen on Jason pursuing Jazz (who keeps refusing to comment despite blushing every other word he says to her). Ellie is adored by the whole family, though Damian does his best to threaten them away. Danny is incredibly loose lipped about the project he’s working on to Tim’s horror but Danny just kind of winks and says “this feels like a room of people that can keep a secret.” (Danny doesn’t know they’re bats, he just assumes this cause they’re all family and so nice.)

Eventually at the end of the night Bruce asks why they keep asking after Damian’s homelife and safety- what makes them so concerned? Danny just spills the beans: 

“I’ve met a lot of undead in my day, but Damian was brought back to life in a way I’m still trying to understand. Like Jason? Easy peasy, got dipped in the green stuff. Damian? So Strange. Plus like the kid is like 15, it took me until 14 to die the first time but I had a portal to another dimension under my house and he lives in a mansion.” 

Chaos. 

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

Batman had Danny by his leg. More specifically he was hanging Danny upside-down 40 stories in the air via said leg.

Okay. So Danny maaay have stolen some tech from a lab. Okay, a lot of tech. But Batman thought he was a witness or an accomplice! Not the perpetrator themselves! Does he do this to all his witnesses?

Appearently Danny said that last part out loud and his sass was unappreciated, hence Batman letting go. Unfortunately for both of them Danny didn't want to fall and he instinctually stayed there floating perfectly still in mid air.

Danny may be a terrible liar, but he was a phenomenal actor, especially when he's feeling spiteful. Alright, he thought random bullshit GO! Before Batman could comment, our little menace gave Batman a scandalized look, "You're a meta?!"

"No." The bats scowled even harder than before "Your abilities may have manifested just now."

Oh ho ho, Danny wasn't going to let him get away that easy. "My parents would have killed me if I had the meta gene. I know. They checked." That one wasn't exactly a lie. His parents would have seen any superpowers as confirmation that he or Jazz were ghosts and then it was game over and they did check thier DNA for something a lot when they were younger...huh. Thoughts for later than.

"How do you know you haven't gotten mutated by any of the stuff you deal with? Besides if they were my powers then I wouldn't still be hanging upside down."

Bats grunted in acknowledgment and just stared at him for a few seconds, which was uncomfortable. Lucky for him one of the other bats landed near Batman on the rooftop and asked about the situation. Danny didn't hesitate, "Batmans a meta! I'm stuck!"

"I am not"

"Are too!" Danny quipped back. He sounded kinda childish but he didn't particularly care at the moment. More bats came after the second one spilled the beans on some 'com' thing. They mostly mocked Batman and asked if he was okay, which he was but he would like to be let down please.

Eventually someone called 'Red Hood' showed up and was really really mad that Batman had threatened a kid.

There were fireworks after that. The kind that belonged on a soap opera and Danny wished he had popcorn for it. Unfortunately he was stuck disrespecting physics for the time being.

Or was he? The big bad bats attention wasn't on him at the moment now would be a good time to ru-

Danny screamed, genuinely startled at the sudden free fall. He heard multiple people swear and grappling hooks fire. The next thing he knew he was shaking while holding onto someone for dear life. It had been almost a full year since the accident and yet he still lost control of his powers sometimes when distracted.

Luckily Red Hood is super cool.

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Aka Danny gaslight Batman into thinking he has superpowers he can't control.

Red Hood is mad Bruce threatened a child.

[impyssadobsessions]

My Sister's Imposter (DPXDC PROMPT)

Danny owed Jazz, big time. And to make it up to her, he now has to pretend to be her at this big event that could pivot her whole career!

Well.. Jazz didn't ASK him too. Not that she could seeing she's stuck in confinement by her parents from a weapon they had built to stick Phantom solid. It had misfired, aimed towards Danny, when Jazz pushed him out of the way.. only for her face to be covered by the goo.

Danny took Jazz's flailing and signing as a yes, that it be a good idea. (News flash… she said no in all the sign language she knew. that this was a terrible plan.)

Sam said same thing- but she also didn't want to pretend to be Jazz. Tucker is helping out.

All signs point of this not working- but turns out it does. like… really well. Bruce Wayne was very interested in Danny's speech that he had to mid-way improvise.

Now anyone who doesn't want Arkham to change is after "Jazz" and Danny realizes he didn't think about AFTER the speech what to do. He only knows what psychology terms Jazz been preaching around him.

He prays it be enough until Jazz gets better or maybe not because these "Talons" are starting to worry him and the heroes are way too insistent.

Sam and Tucker helping Jazz get the gunk off her face when the parents aren't there. And feeding her through a straw while not telling her what Danny is doing.

OBVIOUSLY Bruce knows this isn't Jazz. He even deduced its her brother posing as her.. and the more they uncover the more he assumes the reason Danny is filling in for Jazz is because they would KNOW she was going to be targeted. And from what little they seen of Danny avoiding these hits done by the Talons, they think he's a meta. Thus starts them trying to keep Danny safe, figure out what happen to Jazz, and whose targeting them. They also think Danny is on to them so they have to play it extra careful, because they can't get him to spill information. Danny just thinks the Waynes are nice, and the heroes are annoyingly always there. >:T He doesn't want to wear a wig 24/7. Give a guy a break. Also imagine like it keeps cutting back to different ways Tucker and Sam are trying to get the gunk off Jazz's face. From chiseling it, to using acetone, to drawing on it from being bored.... until they accidentally spill the beans of Danny being in Gotham in her place... and he's being targeted. Thus Jazz with face full of gunk drives them to Gotham. Tucker crying in the backseat not wanting to die, and Sam screaming directions holding on for dear life but someone has to give directions to blind JAzz... Jazz definitely has her father's driving skills in this. PFFT then imagine it cutting back to like big reveal- and then boom. JAzz's car busts in, hitting whoever about to hurt her brother. Talons probably having realized Danny is meta, and one that they can use to get eternal life.. so imagine the shift in plans on their part. Bats just watched a purple sedan run-over the talons like they were traffic cones.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark's daughter and dating Pietro Maximoff...

Your relationship stays secret for the first few months. Well actually, it's only really a secret to your dad. You know that your dad - the infamous Tony Stark - will react badly to the news that you're dating Pietro so you swear everyone else to secrecy.

Secret glances across the room as Tony and Steve lead a meeting.

Sneaking off during the meetings to make out in the hall way... You've almost been caught a bunch of times through doing this but the sneaking around is fun.

Pietro makes you happier than you ever thought you could be. Even just a few months in and you're planning your future together.

He's sweet, he's so incredibly sweet to you.

He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world and he feels so lucky to have you.

The rest of the group have a bet on when Tony finds out and how he finds out.

Nat thinks that Bruce will spill the beans.

Clint thinks he'll walk in on you and Pietro making out.

Wanda thinks that Pietro himself will give the game away by accident.

In fact, it's Peter Parker that gives the game away.

"How long has your daughter been dating Quicksilver? That must be pretty cool, huh? Always got your eye on them sorta thing."

You could've killed Parker.

Tony hunts you both down and he's angry, god he's so pissed off but he's probably more angry that you didn't tell him.

"Dad, you threatened to kill my fourth grade boyfriend! We were kids! Why would I tell you about my serious boyfriend now?"

Pietro tries his best to reason with Tony but he's shit scared of him and runs every time Tony tries to corner him for a chat.

Eventually, Tony manages to pin him down and interrogates him.

"What do you want with my daughter?"

"I care about her, sir. I don't want to hurt her-"

"If you hurt her, I will rip you apart limb from limb-"

"I love her, Tony. I'm not going to hurt her."

When Tony realises the seriousness of your relationship, he seems to reconsider. He comes to you, asking all sorts of questions about whether you love him, about whether he's good to you or not, if he takes good care of you, if he makes you happy... He's satisfied with your answers and leaves you be but he's not okay with it all yet.

Tony bans the two of you from being alone together which means that sneaking around gets even harder.

He probably tries to break you up or at least complains every chance he gets. He's oh so dramatic.

If he sees the two of you smiling at each other, he pretends to puke. Pepper has to have a few stern conversations with him to get him off of your backs.

During a fight, you're put in danger and Tony can't get to you in time but it's okay because Pietro does everything he can, including getting himself hurt, to keep you safe and to protect you.

After that, Pietro has Tony's respect. He understands the seriousness of your feelings for the other and he knows it's not just a fling. He leaves your relationship alone.

Pietro helps him in the lab to build something and after that, the pair of them start to bond and grow closer.

It's nice to know that you don't have to hide your relationship from him anymore and that the three of you can hang out without any ill feelings.

He calls Pietro 'son'.

It takes a while but Tony soon becomes your relationship's biggest supporter. He'll be the one who helps Pietro propose, he'll be the one who pays for your wedding and honeymoon, jets you both off somewhere warm and sunny. He grows to love Pietro and grows to love your relationship almost as much as he loves you.

[i-care-bout-things-too]

Batfam Ages:

Okay, there is no such thing as an exact science when determining the ages of the Batfam, but the easiest thing you can do is work of the concrete ages that you /do/ know, and make them fit with canon events to the best of your ability. Now, canon changes all the time—which definitely makes this a challenge, but I’m going to just explain my process for determining their ages and you can disagree if you’d like, or you can use this to write fic like I do where ages are semi important,

Let’s begin. I’m going to give you the arbitrary number of 15, this will be important later.

Dick Grayson:

Depending on the canon, Dick is 8, 10, 12, or 15 when his parents die. All of these numbers will have problems depending on which you pick, but I go for the safe bet of 10 years old. Why? Well, a little known fact is that Dick ends up in juvie after his parents die, and he’s not immediately taken in by Batman. Thus, it takes a little while longer for him to become Robin, which doesn’t immediately happen after he becomes Bruce’s ward anyway, because Batman doesn’t immediately go and spill the beans. Thus, Dick ends up in Bruce’s car at around ten or eleven, but doesn’t become Robin until he’s 12.

Now Dick is Robin up until he’s about 18, when Bruce takes Robin from Dick because it’s too dangerous and Dick refuses to quit. Dick joins up with the teen titans full time, and he’s still Robin for a little while longer until we get Nightwing, aka Discowing, for the very first time at age 19. Simultaneously, while this is happening, a little kid is stealing the Batmobile’s tires.

Jason Todd:

Our beloved street rat Robin, Jason Todd, swings a tire iron at Batman and then gets taken out for fast food. It’s great, it’s cute, it doesn’t immediately lead to his adoption though, either. No, instead Jason ends up in an orphanage that is trafficking children. Bruce shows up one day to check up on Jason, and is made aware of this by his soon to be first adopted son (yeah, you heard me, Dick isn’t adopted yet). They take down the trafficking ring, and Bruce adopts Jason. Jason then becomes Robin at age 13.

Unfortunately for our boy, he was widely disliked by comic fans across North America, DC did a little telephone poll, and by a few hundred votes, DC changed comic history forever by killing off a high profile character what seems like /permanently/ for the first time ever. No resurrections this time. (Hah, right!). Which is to say, Jason Todd has the second shortest run as Robin at just two years, dying at age 15.

Tim Drake:

So then we get Robin numero 3. Tim Drake sees Batman getting darker and more violent and goes y’know, someone should do something about that. He tries talking to Nightwing, but he’s in a bad place with Bruce after learning Jason died via a Newspaper (yeah, Bruce sucks for that one), and tells Tim he won’t be going back to Robin. Thus, lil Timmy Drake gets an idea in his head. He looks himself in the mirror and goes, I can fix him, and then, Tim Drake becomes Robin at age 12.

Tim Drake has one of the longest runs as Robin, with only a mild interruption from a lil blond Bat.

Stephanie Brown:

Stephanie Brown starts off as the vigilante Spoiler, whose whole purpose in life is to spoil the plans of her C-list villain dad, Cluemaster. She meets Robin (Tim), hits him in the face with a brick, and then ends up dating him. Unlike most characters who appear a few times and never come back, Stephanie manages to stick around. She gets pregnant at age 15 (it’s not Tim’s, and no she did not cheat, this happened priorly), she gives birth, the baby is put up for adoption, and she becomes Robin after Tim’s dad, Jack Drake, finds out Tim is Robin and bans him from it. Tim is forced to quit and Stephanie picks up the mantle. She’s clocks in the shortest run as Robin, working with Batman for about two months before Bruce forces her to stop. Tim picks up the mantle again, and Steph goes back to being Spoiler—only to get killed by Black Mask, making her the second “Robin” to die. DC does retcon her death, and we later learn she was only badly beaten and sent off to live in a foreign country before she makes her return.

Jason Todd, Again:

While all this is going on, stuff is happening behind the scenes. Namely, Jason coming back to life. A common misconception here however is how long Jason was actually dead. While I wouldn’t be able to find the panels to confirm it, the true number is a “short” 6 months. Yep, while years passed in the real world, possibly decades, actually, Jason was dead all of 6 months. According to the books, he undigs himself from his grave six feet under (because Superboy punched through the multiverse or something?) and ends up wondering around Gotham as a mindless little zombie. Conveniently, Talia al Ghul stumbles upon her beloved’s lost little bird, and she decides to take him home and train him. He’s with them for a bit, gets dunked into a Lazarus pit, comes back very very angry, is shipped off to the all caste for a bit, and upon his return to the al Ghuls, is informed he’s been replaced by little Timmy Drake.

Jason makes his whole plan, and decides to make a splash by returning to Gotham wearing an old moniker of the Joker’s and taking over Gotham’s underworld. He beheads a few criminals, tries to kill Tim, tries to get Bruce to kill the Joker, and doesn’t really have success in those latter two objectives. That puts Jason at age 19, roughly. We don’t really know how to count the months he was dead.

Damian Wayne:

Shortly after Jason’s unmasking as the Red Hood, Damian Wayne turns 10 years old and beats his mother, Talia al Ghul, in combat. His prize is to be taken to his father and given to him for training. We know definitively that Damian is 10 thanks to this we can measure out the age gaps between the others and get their ages at this point in time. Dick at age 19 became Nightwing, while Jason is made Robin at age 13, so they have a six year age gap. Jason dying 2 years later at age 15 leads to Tim becoming Robin at age 12, they have a 3 year age gap. Tim is Robin for 3 years before Jason comes back and Damian trails after him a few months behind, putting Tim at around 16/17 while Damian is 10. I tend towards 16 instead of 17 because DC stopped aging Tim for a while, so it just makes more sense to pick the lower number. Thus, when Damian is 10, Tim is 16 as is Steph, Jason is 19, and Dick is 25.

Thanks to Damian being quite young, DC has kept an active track of how and when they age him. We know Damian is only with Bruce a few short months before he disappears into the time stream and Dick makes him Robin, and we also know that Damian’s 11th birthday is celebrated after Bruce is reinstated to the proper time. However, DC follows this up by killing Damian and making him the third Robin to die, the second to do so in the suit itself, and he’s dead for a significant number of months. In this time, Dick also dies—as in his heart is stopped by Lex Luthor for a few seconds, and then restarted, after his identity is revealed on live TV. Bruce decides to let the world believe Nightwing died and stayed dead, and Dick is sent off to Spyral to do secret spy stuff for Bruce. There is an issue around here in the “Grayson” run that claims Dick is twenty-one years old, which is ENTIRELY incompatible with the time line I just painstakingly established, and I go ahead and outright dismiss it because it clearly doesn’t work with a majority of canon. While Dick is with Spyral, Damian is brought back to life, and he goes on a year of redemption (which doesn’t actually last a whole year, but I digress). He and Dick meet again, and we move into Rebirth somewhere around here with the conclusion of Spyral and Batman and Robin Eternal.

General Events:

Damian turns 12 presumably sometime during rebirth, although not specified, I do believe Truth and Justice issue #6 to be his 12th or 13th birthday, but I lean towards 12 because of the costumes everyone wears in the issue. Steph is spoiler, Cass is Orphan, Tim is Red Robin, Red Hood has yet to don his solo Outlaw uniform, and Barbara is Batgirl.

I can’t name a specific issue for Damian’s 13th birthday, but it’s canonical that Damian turned 14 in his solo Robin series, Robin (2021) while he was off finding himself before the Lazarus Tournament, and since then, there’s been the Shadow War, Batman Vs Robin, Dark Crisis event somewhere around there, the Lazarus Planet event, Gotham War, DC Knight Terrors, and Beast World event, which catches us up to the modern day world.

Since Damian hasn’t yet turned 15 despite ALL of that going on, and is still for now at least, 14, that means Tim and Steph are 20, Jason is 23, and Dick is 29.

I know I mentioned Cass and Babs, and I would love to give you a proper age for them but I don’t know where to place them in DC canon like I do the others, however people do commonly place Cass roughly around the same age as Jason making her 22 or 23, and Babs tends towards being 6-8 years older than Dick, although that is an age gap DC has been slowly bridging over the years. Still, I put her at 35 years old. I don’t have a reference for Duke Thomas either, but he’s commonly placed as being two years younger than Tim making him 18 currently.

Lastly, I bring back the arbitrary number of 15, given that that is the number of years that separate Dick and Damian, I also use that age gap between Dick and Bruce—meaning that Bruce took Dick in when he was 25, and placing Bruce at 44 years old in main continuity.

Overall Ages Currently:

Bruce Wayne: 44

Barbara Gordon: 35

Dick Grayson: 29

Jason Todd: 23

Cassandra Cain: 22

Tim Drake: 20

Stephanie Brown: 20

Duke Thomas: 18

Damian Wayne: 14

[deadsetobsessions]

Lost my shit giggling at Triplet!Tim but also heartbroke? Your most recent post about Bruce finding out is the first I've seen of it, so apologies if you've already answered this! What if Alfred has known since the first time he met one of the other brothers tagged in as Tim? If so he never spilled the beans, would he have tried to compensate in his care in that case?

Hi!

Personally, I’d think that Alfred wouldn’t know about it. But, he’s be the first one to find out. I mean, I’m totally aware he’s trained as a spy and I love him, but to me it’s funnier if he had no clue. It’d be a combination of things, from the triplets having acted as a cohesive Tim unit for the entirety of their lives, the Tims playing chicken, and Alfred’s grief+trying to keep Bruce from dying would distract him enough from finding out. Logistically though, he’d definitely find out first simply because he’s in close proximity and not half dead from running around as a grief stricken vigilante bat guy.

But! If he did know about it, I’d think he’d be like “oh, master Tim, you’re too skinny! You have to eat well to be a vigilante.” And then he’d pack enough food + drive them over to the house. And he’d take notes of which “Tim” it is and their preferred tastes (Archy can’t handle bell peppers, Tim prefers chamomile tea, and Lionel is hungrier than the both of them). And he’d make medical files for all of them, because they get different injuries and therefore needs different recovery times. He’d probably eventually tell them he knows, probably before Jason comes back, and he’d totally help them keep the secret because Alfred is like the OG petty revenge king. He’d be like, “well, master Bruce, if you weren’t busy flinging yourself off of tall buildings and trying to fight the entirety of Gotham’s Underworld with your bare hands, perhaps you’d notice things with more clarity.”

Thank you for the ask!

[incorrectbatfam]

Come on! Tell us the truth.

Spill the beans. We know that you are just really bruce pretending to be Steph pretending to be Cass pretending to be Duke pretending to be damian pretending to be Tim pretending to be Jason pretending to be Dick. And all because you are trying to gaslight your self into thinking that you are a good parent after what you did to Jason ( cough... Gotham War... cough... sucks. ugh)

*British accent* Now why would you mistake me for Master Bruce?

[gotham-daydreams]

Since you mentioned that Damian is the easiest to get along with in terms of yandereness, is it possible to convince him to aid you in being hidden as long as you spend time with him, like you manipulate him by dangling your company and place in your heart in exchange for keeping your location hidden and maybe planting red herrings?

Honestly? Yes and no.

In theory you could, and it could work for a while, it does depend on how you'd go about manipulating him and how good you are at it as well. If you manage to keep up your end of the deal, it could work for even longer, but it's far from a permanent solution.

If Bruce or Dick want to know where you are, depending on what they do and say, Damian could give up your location either intentionally or unintentionally. After all he is still a kid- and if you're trying to pull away to finally sever your one last connection to the family, and he catches on (and he will), then he's definitely telling.

Alfred may even be able to find out where you are through him as well, because he's Alfred- but besides him, Dick could as well.

Again, it could technically work for a while, but it's far from a permanent solution. While Damian loves all of your attention on him, if he feels like your getting too far away, or being too 'distant', he's spilling the beans. Or just taking matters into his own hands.

Either way, if you're looking for some space to breathe and just... be, for a while. It'll be fine, but if you want a more permanent/concrete solution? I can't see it happening.

Even if there was a way to constantly reasure Damian and give him what he wants, as he grows up he might become more demanding and expectant of certain things. Making things harder, and he may even become more threatening himself as he dangles him knowing your location and everything, over your head as well, saying how he'll tell everyone should you now meet his expectations or give him what he want. Which does make me think that Damian is only the 'easiest'/'best' yandere of the Batfam while he is young. It becomes a game, essentially, but who's more stuck in the situation is debatable.

So it's possible! But it'll only work for a short while.

[writing-blog-iguess]

🌹

“Honestly, you should have seen Dick’s face. He claims to be so graceful, but tripping over the couch, he never looked so offended. Like he thought the couch was just after him and no one else.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the day ease from your chest as Jason continued to talk. And you knew what he was doing, distracting you from your day, and asking about once you feel better.

And the jerk, it’s working. So it was only a matter of time before you spilled the beans. And, to your surprise, you were okay with it.

“What’d he do? Fight the couch?” you asked once you stopped laughing.

“Wanted too, but Bruce shut that down,” Jason answered. “Not sure how you would even fight a couch though. It probably would look stupid.”

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 5

First, Previous

This is probably the segment you've all been waiting for. Hope it holds up to expectations! 1.1k words.

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Before Danny could ask any questions about what the big deal was, Dick nudged him. “Which do you want—curry or beef?”

“Can I try both?”

“Alfred loves to see people enjoy his food. Eat as much as you can, then take a few more bites.” Dick handed him one platter followed by another. Robin watched on as Danny scooped some of each onto his plate.

When the ghost pointed to the potatoes and patted his stomach, Danny made sure to grab a large scoop and took a bite of that first. It was heavenly.

He raised his second spoonful up to Robin as a thank you for the recommendation.

“The potatoes are my favorite, too,” commented Jason who must’ve seen.

That caused Danny to raise and eyebrow and flick his eyes to Robin again. “I can understand why; they’re to die for.”

Jazz choked back a laugh. “Now you’re just stealing Dick’s joke from earlier,” she said.

“What can I say? It was a good one.”

Dick clucked his tongue. “Jason’s the same way. I don’t get how you can joke about almost dying.”

Danny tried the curry and shrugged. “This is so good. And I dunno, death jokes are super common in Amity. What else are you supposed to do when surrounded by ghosts?”

Dick just shook his head. “Well, if you say so. Now, here, try this, too,” he said as he scooped more food onto Danny’s plate.

Danny did so obediently and the conversation moved to lighter topics.

When he was mostly done with his plate, Robin decided it would be a great time to sit down on the table between him and Jazz. He stared at Danny and pointed to himself then raised an eyebrow. “When help me?” he mouthed.

“Jazz, I hope you’re well rested because I keep remembering more things I need to tell you about tonight after dinner.” On the last words, he made eye contact with Robin.

Who was not happy at all with his response. He stood on the table and seemed to grow in size. “Now,” he mouthed, foot stomp included. Angry-frustrated pulses filled the space.

“Danny?” asked Jazz.

Damn, he’d completely missed her reply. “Um, sorry Jazz, I got a work message earlier and I’m a bit distracted. Could you repeat that?”

Her eyes narrowed. She was totally onto him. “Something is up with you tonight.”

“Who me?” he rubbed the back of his neck and put on his innocent grin, the one that never worked on her. Flicking his eyes to Robin, he asked, “Why?” hoping that Jazz would take it as directed to her.

She stared at him a moment longer before turning back to Jason and pointedly ignoring Danny. Robin also moved until he was next to Jason, their faces side-by-side.

Then he removed his domino mask to show bright blue eyes, the exact color of Jason’s.

“Well fuck.” No way could he keep silent after that reveal.

The rest of the table fell silent and Bruce looked concerned. “Is everything all right, Danny?” he asked

Robin flew over to Bruce next and held two fingers to either side of his head and wiggled them.

“Well, double fuck.” Danny let his head bang on the table and cursed under his breath in Sumerian.

Dick touched his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” The concern was clear in his voice.

“Danny?” demanded Jazz.

Danny sat up and looked longingly at the remaining food on his plate before pushing away from the table and holding up his PDA and bag. “I’m sorry, I have to excuse myself for a few minutes. An important work thing.”

“Really, Danny? Can’t it wait?” asked Jazz.

“No. It really can’t.”

“Will you at least be quick?” she tried.

Danny sighed. “This’ll probably take ages to sort out in full. But the first part should only take a few minutes.” He looked over the rest of the table and bit his lip. He should tell them something, but where to even begin? And it’s not like Robin, Jason?, whatever, wouldn’t spill the beans as soon as he was able. So he just turned and let the room, Robin right on his heels.

“How far away from Jason, er, from your living self, can you get?” he asked quietly as soon as he felt like they were out of immediate earshot.

Robin flew a few feet down the hall and around corner. They were only just out of sight of the doorway and well within shouting range. In fact, he could still hear the sounds of conversation, even if exact words were difficult to make out.

Robin floated before him, no longer smiling, and held out a hand.

Danny stared at it a moment before grabbing it and pulling Robin into a hug. The ghost felt so insubstantial in his arms, like a wisp of silk or an underinflated balloon. Without thought, he transformed and surrounded Robin more securely in his aura.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t visit sooner,” whispered Danny. “I’m sorry I didn’t know about you until now.”

There was a tug on his core. Robin was trying to take some of his power. Danny pushed as well, giving it willingly. In his arms, Robin grew more solid.

With Robin’s increased corporeality, Danny became aware the boy was shaking. He chirped an I’m here, you’re safe message.

Robin trilled his thanks and nerves.

Before Danny could ask what Robin wanted to do next, they were startled apart by a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass and china and a voice shouting, “What the fuck?”

In the hallway, in perfect view of Danny and Robin, stood Alfred and Duke. A dropped tray and shattered dishes decorated the floor at Alfred’s feet and Duke had barely kept hold of his own tray and was half turned away but squinting at Danny and Robin like they were painful to look at.

Shouted questions and running footsteps echoed from the dining room and then everyone else was there, too.

Danny ignored everyone, focusing on Jazz who was staring at him in pure terror. Before he could assure her it would be all right, she was moving, ducking under arms until she was in front of him.

She fell into a fighting stance and pulled out a fenton staff. With the press of a button, it powered on, glowing like a double-sided light saber in her hands. “If any of you try to turn in my brother or hurt him, I will end you.”

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Mental Break

Despite the title I think this will be a funnier one.  As a reminder, disregard anything in canon (if such a creature even exists for DC) that contradicts this.

We start with Jason Todd, the Red Hood.  He comes to Gotham having been manipulated by Talia Al Ghul to believe that Jason had been easily replaced by Tim Drake as Robin. That Bruce likely never loved him. 

We are sometime in that strange time after Red Hood delivers his bag of heads, but before anyone knew he was Jason Todd.  He had plans to attack his replacement, but wanted more intel first.  

He tracks down his replacement and douses him with something aerosolized that would induce truthfulness for a short time and asks/shouts at him to find out why Tim took the mantle of Robin.  Tim answers with something to the effect of ‘It was the only option’. Now what Tim means is Gotham needs Batman, and Batman needs Robin, and nobody else was stepping up.  What Red Hood heard was that Bruce was forcing this child to be Robin, that there was some kind of hostage situation going on (Much later, whenever this story is told, Bruce gets an aggrieved, tired look and says ‘I was the hostage in this situation’). 

Somehow this twists through the Pit Madness until Jason is convinced that it was not that Bruce replaced Jason with Tim and that Bruce never loved Jason. Instead he comes to believe that Jason's death broke Bruce so badly that he believes that Tim is Jason. That Bruce kidnapped a neighborhood kid and forced him into the Robin costume so that Bruce did not have to face his son being dead.  Tim is, of course, just trying to survive what must be a terrifying and surreal experience.  It also gives Jason a good explanation why the Joker is still alive (Killing the Joker for Killing Jason means admitting Jason is dead).  Jason manages to hack into the bat computer and get some, but not all, of the videos of Tim’s training and nothing that he got dissuades this belief.  Particularly since many of the early videos have Bruce drunk, calling Tim Jason, and being unnecessarily rough (Some of which was deliberate to try to get Tim to quit).  He also manages to miss any evidence that Alfred knew anything about Tim being Robin, so he thinks that Alfred, in his own grief, is missing the whole ass child that Bruce has apparently kidnapped. 

So now instead of planning a confrontation between Batman and the Joker he is considering the implications of Bruce finding out Jason’s identity. He is asking himself if it would break Bruce further, if Bruce would hurt Tim for ‘pretending’ to be Robin/Jason, if Bruce would even believe Jason. 

To the confusion of all the Bats, Red Hood’s entire personality abruptly seemed to shift. He was still a crime lord, still killing. However, before he had clearly hated the Bats, now anytime he crossed paths with either Batman or Robin he asked strange, aggressive yet concerned questions about their well being and mental health. 

Even more hilariously, Red Hood goes to Nightwing and (after proving that he really was Jason Todd) convinces Dick of this belief.  Dick thinks back to his own first interaction with Tim, where Tim was trying to convince him to come back, and comes to the, entirely incorrect, conclusion that this actually supported Jason's theory. Dick reframes the conversation in his head until it seems as though Tim was asking for Dick to rescue him instead of what was actually happening. He is also only rarely in Gotham so cannot think of a single instance that disproves Jason’s theory. 

What happens next can only be described as Shenanigans. 

Batman, and Robin are trying to figure out why Nightwing is suddenly working with the Crime Lord Red Hood. Also why Batman calling Tim Robin in the field makes him flinch. He keeps refusing to come back to the Cave or the Manor (because Dick is sure he will spill the beans about Jason and is afraid that will break Bruce further) and is possibly trying to lure Robin away. In addition Nightwing keeps asking really weird questions about where Tim is sleeping and how he is getting food and is he going to school.

Nightwing and Red Hood are trying to figure out (subtly, a term which neither actually have any grasp on) how deep Bruce's delusions go, how much Tim understands about what is going on, and how to get Tim away from Bruce long enough to get them all some help. Plus trying to find a therapist specifically for Tim (whom they assume is going to be deeply traumatized out of all this). 

Just all around Shenanigans.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - A Weekend Away

The Tower - A Weekend Away

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3728

Warnings:  smut (FMM Bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, train)

Synopsis:  Steve, Tony, and Elly go away for their first public appearance after the groups outing.  Tony tries to make their weekend away special for all of them.

Author’s Note: Requested by hopefullylost13 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after the end of The Tower.

A Weekend Away

By a funny series of events, the first official public outing that any of us did in our relationship after Tony had spilled the beans about us being in a polycule was when Steve, Tony, and I attended a gala in DC about Climate change.  Steve, Tony, and Bruce had been invited to be key speakers at the event, and at the time of their invitation, we were still trying to push the narrative that I was just in a relationship with Tony.   So I was supposed to go with all three of them as Tony’s date.  However, when the bomb dropped, Bruce freaked out and refused to make any public appearances until the story had cooled off.  He needed the public to get used to the idea of us all being together, just in case the stress of being bombarded by questions brought out the Hulk.  There was talk about one of the others taking his place, despite being unable to give his speech.  We’d also considered someone going other than me.  Natasha and Sam were both floated as possibilities because of their experience volleying the questions from the press.

In the end, we just decided to leave it.  I’d been excited to finally go out with them, especially to do something like a gala, and no one else particularly wanted to go.  It was a little nerve-wracking.  The reception to us coming out had been mixed and while the negatives seemed a minority, they were certainly the ones that made themselves loudest.  Steve, in particular, faced a lot of negativity regarding his position as Captain America.  He hoped that getting back in the public eye by pushing for things like clean energy and free health care would make it clear where he stood and turn people’s attention away from his non-traditional relationship.

I was mostly excited.  I had wanted to go public with the relationship for a long time and never got to go on dates.  This wouldn’t be any regular date either.  It was a weekend away.  Science.  Dressing up and parading around with two of my boyfriends.  It was exciting.

Tony had had our clothes specially tailored for us.  He was going to wear a red tux with black lapels and a black vest over a red shirt.  It was tailored perfectly to him, so it made his waist look slim and his chest broad, and he was wearing it with the collar open.  He looked hot.  Steve on the other hand was wearing a powder blue tuxedo with a double-breasted vest in the same blue over a crisp white shirt and a pale pink bowtie.

I’d been having regular meetings with a designer for months, and we'd settled on a sheer black lace gown.  It was sheath cut, and embroidered into it were black vines that wound up my body, red and blue flowers dotted the vines along with glittering gems.  I was gonna look hot in it - if I do say so myself.

Because I was so excited about going away with them, both Tony and Steve even agreed to extend the stay over the weekend so we could go to the spa and have afternoon tea together.

I was being very spoiled and the best part was, that it wasn’t just me being spoiled and because there was an event, it wasn’t triggering any of my trauma about receiving gifts.  Tony wasn’t just spoiling me.  He was spoiling Steve too.  We needed to be here.  I needed the gown.  It was amazing.

The first part of being spoiled was the hotel.  Tony had booked the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf Astoria.

Tony’s penthouse was pretty luxurious, but it didn’t feel anywhere near as opulent as the suite.  While it was not as large as Tony’s penthouse, with two bedrooms, a large dining room, living room kitchen, study, and one and a half bathrooms, it was still plenty big.  There were huge arched windows that spanned the living room, dining room, and master bedroom, and each room had chandeliers.  There was even a small one built into the canopy over the king-sized, four-poster bed.  All the furniture was Victorian era and made with dark hardwood with gilt edges.  It was very un-Tony but very beautiful.

“Wow,” I said as I followed the bellhop into the room.  We had a lot of things with us for the gala, and after a short tour through the hotel suite, he wheeled the luggage cart into the bedroom and began to unpack for us. 

“This is a lot, Tony,” Steve said as he took a slow lap of the large living area.

“You say that so often I should have it printed on your business card,” Tony said.  He looked over at me. “What do you think, honey bun?”

“It’s amazing,” I said, approaching him and wrapping my arms around his waist.  His arms closed around me and he kissed my temple. “Thank you, Tony.”

“See, someone appreciates me,” Tony said.

“Sorry.  I know,” Steve said.  “Everything’s just been getting to me.  The press.  This gala.  And you know my upbringing.”

“How have I ended up with nine romantic partners that all have money trauma?” Tony asked.

I beckoned for Steve to come over but looked up at Tony.  “Well to be fair, I don’t think Thor has money trauma,” I said.

He laughed. “That’s true.  Next time I’ll take him away.”

Steve approached us both and put one hand on each of our hips. “I’ll try and relax,” he promised.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tony said.  “And aside from the gala, we don’t have to go anywhere.  We’ll go down to the spa and there's afternoon tea, but all we have to do besides that is nothing.  No work.  No press.  Just us.  So I say, we order dinner to be sent up here, and then we can try breaking in some of this very fancy-looking furniture.”

I ran my hand up Steve’s chest and curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.  “And try and keep in mind, you’re doing this for us.  How long have I wanted to be taken somewhere by … well any of you?”

He gave a small nod.  “You’re right.  It’s been difficult, but it does feel a lot nicer getting to live our truth.” 

I tugged him down and he brought his lips to mine.  We kissed slowly and deeply, lips moving together and tongues flicking out to meet.  Steve hummed softly into my lips and Tony made a small, impatient sound as his fingers flexed on my side.

I was just about to pull back from Steve and start kissing Tony when someone cleared their throat on the other side of the room.

We all looked over at the same time, and Steve’s face flushed red.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the bellhop said, looking even more awkward and embarrassed than Steve did.  “I’ve finished.”

Tony slid right into his usual public bravado, strolling over to the guy as he fished his wallet out of his inside jacket pocket.  “Thank you so much,” he said, putting his arm around the guy’s shoulders and leading him toward the door.  “Couldn’t have done it without your help.”  When he reached the door, he pulled it open and guided the man through, pulling out some cash from his wallet and slipping it into his hand like it was a magic trick.

“Right.  Thank you,” the bellhop said.  “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“I have no doubt we will,” Tony said.  He closed the door and turned back to us laughing.  “Why, Captain,” Tony scolded.  “Here you were mad at me for outing us and you’re just making out with two people in front of strangers.”

“Tony…” Steve sighed.

Tony clicked his tongue.  “No, no.  I forgive you,” Tony said.  “That bellhop though…”

Steve sighed and shook his head, while I stifled laughter. “Okay.  No fighting boys.  I’m sure that bellhop has seen things that would even make Tony blush.  He’s not gonna remember us kissing for long.”

“True.  There are a lot of unique tastes in the world.  One time this guy…”

“Nope!” Steve interrupted.  “I don’t want to know.  We should order dinner.”

Tony went and grabbed the room service menu.  “I’ll handle it.  They have some nice share platters here.  You two go make out some more if you like.”

Steve shook his head but his lips tugged up at the sides as he tried not to laugh.  “This is going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?”

“It is and I love it,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to one of the couches.  “Now relax, honey.  Just imagine what he’d be like if Bruce was here too.” 

We did make out and when Tony was finished on the phone with room service he came and joined us.  By the time there was a knock on the door, Tony’s shirt was open and my lips were tingling.  Tony jumped up and skipped over to the door to let in the bellhop with the food.  They laid it out as Steve and I straightened out and came to join Tony at the table.

He’d gone overboard.  There was a seafood tower that included lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, scallops, tuna, and salmon, a charcuterie board with a selection of artisanal cheeses, cured meats, and bread, and if that wasn’t enough, he’d ordered us each a main, steak for Steve, risotto for me, and a double cheeseburger for him.

“Tony…” Steve sighed when we were alone again.

“I know, I know. It’s too much,” Tony said, waving him on.  “Like you don’t have the appetite of four people.  Just enjoy yourself would you.”

“Thank you, Tony,” I said and kissed his cheek.

He smiled and rubbed my leg.  “You gotta stop being so nice to me, El.  I don’t know what to do with all that positive energy.”

“Okay then.  Goddamn it, Tony.  I hate eating.  Grr…” I teased.

He laughed and nudged me.  “That’s good.  Keep practicing and I’ll believe it.”

The food was delicious and as expected, Steve ate a lot.  Tony and I finished eating, well before Steve was done.  I climbed into Tony’s lap while we waited for him, pulling my feet up and curling my arm around Tony’s shoulders.

“Hello, dear,” Tony said, running his finger along the neckline of my shirt.  “Are we feeling a little frisky?”

“Yes,” I said.

He kissed my throat, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spot at the corner of my jaw.  “You can’t wait for the dear Captain to finish eating.”

“He takes too long,” I said, pouting playfully.  “Carbo loading,” I added with air quotes.

He laughed.  “That’s true,” he said. He lifted my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside.  “Still, we should be patient.”

“I suppose,” I agreed, and unfastened my bra.  I tossed it in the same direction as Tony had thrown my shirt, but it landed two feet further than the shirt did.

Tony cupped my breasts and leaned in, swirling his tongue around my nipple, and then pulling it into his mouth.  I moaned, pushed my chest out toward him, and looked over at Steve.  Steve raised an eyebrow at me and then took a very deliberate bite of his steak.

Tony pulled back with a pop.  He looked from me to Steve and then back to me again and he brought his lips to my ear.  “Maybe we need to try and tempt Steve to hurry.”  He said it quietly but not so quietly that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear.

I nodded.  “I think so.”

He guided me back onto my feet and his hands slid up under my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my panties.  He dragged them down and I stepped out of them.  “Get up on the table and sit down in front of him.  Let him see what’s waiting for him.”

“Oh god,” Steve said with a soft laugh.

I climbed up onto the table as instructed and sat down in front of Steve, spreading my legs and putting them on either side of his plate, my knees bent and my skirt hitched up.  Tony got up and began packing up the used dishes from behind me.

Steve’s eyes ran up and down my body, but he continued eating.  “Why buy all this food, if you don’t want me to eat it, Tony?” he asked.

Tony laughed.  “We’re not rushing you,” he said.  “Just making sure you know what’s for dessert.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“What is it, Cap?” Tony asked. “Wishing for a nice peaceful life?”

Steve laughed a little louder. “Who, me?  Doesn’t look that way.”

I grinned at him, shifting where I was, and spreading my legs a little wider.  His eyes flicked up to me and he raised an eyebrow.  “Be patient now.”

I giggled and nodded.  “Yes, sir,” he said.

The fact he was just making me wait was incredibly sexy.  He didn’t take his eyes off me, but he also didn’t rush.  He and Tony would talk from time to time, but he never seemed to rush his meal.  Not that he didn’t also appear turned on.  The way he was looking at me was nothing short of ravenous.

Finally, he finished his steak and he moved the plate aside.  “Now, we were saying something about dessert?” he said, grabbing my thigh and dragging me to the edge of the table.

I squealed and fell back on my elbows as he lifted my legs over her shoulders.  I didn’t even get a chance to adjust how I was sitting before his mouth was on me.  He sucked on my pussy like he was starving and I was the only thing on the buffet.  I grabbed hold of his hair and linked my ankles behind his back.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.  “Steve…”

“That mouth, good for things other than rousing speeches, huh?” Tony joked.

“Yes,” I mewled.  “He can tell you off too.”

Tony laughed and sat back on the chair, putting his feet on the table, one ankle crossed over the other.  “Yeah, he is good at that too.”

The teasing seemed to spur Steve on.  His tongue swirled around my folds, pushed inside me, and then flicked up to my clit.  He sucked and licked at my cunt in a way that I couldn’t get a bead on.  It made me writhe and squirm on the table, my fingers gripping his hair and my hips bucking against his mouth.

I was fighting it, trying to hold it together, but it was no use.  Steve had learned exactly how my body worked and what I liked best and he seemed to be doing everything to bring me over.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted.  My muscles were all clenched and my toes curled.

“Oh, honey,” Tony teased.  “Let it happen.”

“I don’t know if it was Tony’s words that set me over, or that I was just so damned close it wouldn’t have mattered what I did, but I came.  Hard.  I fell back on the table, arching my back and bucking up into Steve’s mouth.  He groaned and pulled back, wiping his mouth.

“Jeez, Steve,” Tony teased.  “You took forever with your entree, but you rushed your dessert.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not done,” Steve said, pushing up from the table.  He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me squeal once again. “Come on, Tony.”

Steve carried me into the bedroom with Tony hot on his heels.  He dropped me onto the bed, but before he could climb on top of him, I put my foot on his chest and pushed him back.  “Nope,” I said.

He pulled back.  “What’s wrong?  Is it too much?”

“You have been very judgemental of Tony today,” I said.

“Yeah.  You sure have been,” Tony agreed.

“And you have been a little antagonistic,” I said.  “And now I want you two to kiss and make up.”

Steve turned to Tony and held out his hand. “I’m sorry, Tony.  I know you’re just trying to spoil us.”

Tony took his hand.  “It’s okay.  I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you, I guess.”

“I know,” Steve said and pulled him into a harsh kiss.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched them kiss.  It was always like watching a battle of wills when they kissed, neither of them wanting to concede control to the other.  Steve’s hand bunched into Tony’s shirt and he pushed him back toward the bed, the kiss breaking when he tossed him down on the mattress beside me.

“Elly, how about you straddle Tony’s face?  I can’t be the one having all the fun,” Steve said.

I did as I was instructed, putting my knees on either side of his face and my hands on his chest.  As Tony started to lick slowly and languidly at my cunt, Steve stripped off his clothes.  I watched him through hooded eyes as I slowly rolled my hips on Tony’s face.

Steve got up on the bed behind me and pushed me forward, so I was lying on top of Tony.  With my face so close to Tony’s crotch, I started to open his pants and push them down his thighs.  He was rock hard and precome pooled at the tip of his cock.  As I licked it off, Steve pressed his cock against my entrance, and with a hard snap of his hips, he shoved deep inside me.

I gasped, clenching around him. The sound was joined by a deep moan from Tony, who grabbed my thighs and dug my fingers into my flesh.

It was hard to focus with Steve filling me the way he did, each thrust shoving me forward, and Tony’s tongue lathing up my slit.  Especially given how recently I'd come.  I was wound up and over-sensitive.  I did my best though, pulling Tony’s cock into my mouth and curling my tongue around it.  Each thrust from Steve pushed me onto Tony's cock, and soon I was gagging and drooling all over it.

Tony would lick from my clit to that place where Steve and I joined, and as soon as his tongue reached Steve, the super soldier would jerk into me and moan loudly.

It was a good thing we were in such a large suite because we were not quiet.  Our moans echoed off the walls.  Even with my mouth full I couldn’t keep quiet.  I was moaning and drooling and gagging around Tony’s cock, and the closer I got to my release the louder I got.  My fingers dug into Tony’s thighs as I tried to keep myself together, my nails biting into his skin.

It was no use.  Between Steve’s thick cock hammering into me, and Tony’s tongue lathing over my oversensitive clit, sent me careening over the edge. I cried out, releasing Tony’s cock and arching my back.  “Oh fuck,” I gasped as I clenched around Steve’s cock.

My cunt was still clenching with my orgasm when Steve pulled out of me.  “Turn around, El,” he said, giving my butt a swat.

As I slowly turned on top of Tony, Steve climbed off the bed and went and grabbed some lube.  “Looks like you’re in for a treat,” I said as I began to grind down on his cock.

“I’m a lucky boy,” Tony said, his hand curling into my hair.  He pulled me into a kiss, his tongue coaxing my lips apart.

Steve moved between Tony’s legs as he lubed his cock.  He tossed the bottle beside Tony and lifted his legs so I was bracketed between Tony’s knees.  Steve guided me down onto Tony’s cock, making us both moan.  Tony’s moan only got louder and more animalistic as Steve pushed in.

I cradled Tony’s cheeks and looked down into his eyes.  “He’s so big isn’t he?” I asked.

Tony nodded.  “Yes.  Fuck.  He’s huge.”

“It’s good isn’t it?” I asked.

He nodded again and his head fell back with his lips parted.  Steve chuckled softly and patted Tony’s leg.  “You’re doing really well, Tones,” he praised.  “Taking me like a champ.”

Tony moaned again and his back arched under me, and Tony began to thrust.  Each thrust of Steve’s hips pushed me up and down on Tony’s cock. Tony was barely keeping it together.  He clenched his teeth and the tendons in his neck pulled taut.  I looked back over at Steve who looked completely lost in his own pleasure, holding on to Tony’s thighs as he railed into the brunet.  “He looks good taking you, huh?” I said.

“Mm-hmm,” Steve hummed.  “He’s gorgeous.”

I leaned back against him and he pulled me into a kiss.

Tony wasn’t able to hold on too much longer.  He started to writhe under me and he beat his fits on the mattress.  I broke away from Steve and looked down at Tony.  “Why are you fighting it?” I asked him.

He shook his head, unable to form words.

Steve reached past me, putting his hand on Tony’s throat.  “Come, Tony.”

It seemed to be all it took.  Tony’s whole body shuddered and he bucked up into me and released with a roar.

Steve kept thrusting and pulled out suddenly.  “El, knees, sweetheart,” he said.

I hurriedly got off Tony and onto my knees in front of him, looking up at him and opening my mouth.  Steve pumped his cock a few more times over me and released into my mouth and over my lips and chin in thick ropes.  “God damn,” he cursed.

There was a moment before we both just stayed right where we were, not moving, and just breathing heavily.  Steve was the one who broke first, reaching down to help me to my feet.  “Come on, pretty girl.  Let’s get you cleaned up.”  He reached for Tony next, taking hold of his hand. “You too, Tones.”

It wasn’t long before the three of us were in the tub together, a little cramped, but still able to relax in the warm water. 

“Mm this is nice,” Steve hummed.  “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony chuckled softly and linked his fingers with Steve’s.  “It was my pleasure, Cap.”

~ The End ~

[dcxdpdabbles]

I gotta say, love the content and I'm ready to see Dick grovel. I kinda hope that he realizes that no Danny's not like that, and has to scramble to hide the fact that he was spying with ill intentions from Danny, while looking for some proof or something to give bruce that shows Danny's innocence. Maybe Tim in the background has a total misunderstanding and now Dicks gotta scramble to prove his change of heart to tim and keep him from spilling the beans to Danny. Just Dick panicking because he comes to the realization that, no, he does not believe Danny would do that, there has to be another explanation for it all, and no that is not his lovesick self that he recently discovered talking, thats his years of vigilante experience saying its not right

Dick, after discovering the truth: I don't think I can live with myself for hurting Danny like this.

Tim: