#c: damian wayne 01

[farewcllwanderlvst]

“No one’s following.” Cassandra declared. She had listened, she had looked, she had asked Tim to send security images (she was still waiting for those, but still). “We could drive.” She told Damian, though we in this case meant HIM. He always did prefer driving, and Cass preferred not driving so it worked. It was a lot better experience without the risk of anyone finding out like when he was a pre teen. | @ofdisharmcny​

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Blood Runs Thicker Than Water

by Random_Nerd3

George finally returns home after living in London for the last (almost) five years of his life. With his past unwinding in front of him, he's forced to address the problems he left behind. Including his strained relationship with his father and older brother, facing his reincarnated little brother, and meeting a whole slew of new members of the family.

Or

I thought "What if George was actually a Wayne" and my bestie enabled me.

Rated Mature b/c Gotham City.

No Smut in this one.

Words: 2513, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Lockwood & His Collection Of Idiots

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Lockwood & Co. (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: George Cubbins | George Karim, Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas

Relationships: Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, George Cubbins | George Karim & Everyone, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: George Karim Is A Wayne, Secret Past, Other Various Batfamily Members Will Appear, Lockwood and Co Go To Gotham City, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Healing, George Cubbins | George Karim Swears, Past George Cubbins | George Karim/Anthony Lockwood, Developing OT3, Developing Relationship, healing trauma, Post-Season/Series 01, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Not Canon Compliant, George Cubbins | George Karim Is Traumatized, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46649257

[artcmisz]

@onlybloodson

“So I heard you were interested in Archery?” It’d been a hot minute since she went by Artemis (at least on the field) but her training didn’t let anything loose edge wise. She’d heard about the kid more than once from Dick, and Tim too (vastly different opinions, she noted). He was a bit hard-edged but what could you expect when you were raised by the world’s deadliest assassins in one of the most toxic environments one could imagine. And Artemis, as Sportmaster’s daughter, had plenty of imagination. “I figured the league would have taught you, or is this a ‘getting back to your roots’ sort of thing?” Batman wasn’t totally known for his archery usage, so maybe the kid desired to get back to it after not being subjected to it. Or maybe it was all new to him. Artemis could picture it either way, the League only giving him a sharp sword or teaching him every weapon. They were fucked up like that.

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Duke immediately called dibs on Pugsley b/c his outfit required less effort to put together than the other characters (and to force Damian to be Pubert)

I’m not sure how I feel about his hair; does it look ok?

Bruce|Selina|Dick|Cass|Jason|Damian|Tim & Steph|Barbara|Harper|Alfred

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23 notes • Posted 2021-05-17 22:30:55 GMT

#4

A Black Bat with a basket of black bats 🦇

Fun fact: I spent far too long on that flower basket 🙃

Bruce|Selina|Dick|Jason|Damian|Tim & Steph|Barbara|Duke|Harper|Alfred

🩰

24 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 02:18:36 GMT

#3

Here are the solo shots of the batfam from my Halloween piece!

Please don’t steal/repost anywhere!

🖤

59 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 02:18:54 GMT

#2

Happy Halloween, from their family to yours! 🎃🦇

As promised, here’s the finished version of my Wayne Family Values project! I started this back in February, so considering it complete is kinda surreal, ngl. I had so much fun making this piece, but now it’s finally done and I get to share it with all of you! I hope you guys like it, and I hope that everyone who celebrates Halloween (and those who don’t) had a good day!

Please don’t steal/repost this anywhere!

(Here are the solo shots of the batfam!)

🧡

167 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 01:53:26 GMT

#1

Young Justice season 4 just gave me baby Damian; what was I supposed to do, not draw him?!

💚

237 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 02:24:31 GMT

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#5

Hii i love your Dick and Tim series and I love them too, I’m not sure if u take requests, but it would be so nice if you could fine times where Dick and Tim referred to each other as brothers. Or maybe Dick calling tim little brother ( I’m a sucker for that)

Top 10 Moments of Dick and Tim Being Brothers

Thank you for this delightful ask, wonderful person, I get emotional about this too. ❤ Let's do this!  Here are some of my favorite moments through the years of Dick and Tim getting called brothers.

(in chronological order b/c I’m a nerd & also b/c it lets us save the best for last)

1. “He’s family. The closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have.” (Nightwing 6)

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227 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 02:00:45 GMT

#4

Dick and Tim being "fine"

Another reason I like Dick and Tim in post-Crisis comics -- I enjoy their parallel terrible coping mechanisms!

Please enjoy this compilation of panels where Dick claims to be "fine."

After his apartment building was blown up, the circus was set on fire, Blockbuster was murdered in front of him, and he blames himself for everything (War Games):

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227 notes • Posted 2021-09-19 18:38:43 GMT

#3

Top 10 Moments with Dick, Tim, and Food

(in chronological order - it’s sort of a canon timeline but also I was hungry)

Shared food is one of the ways that Dick and Tim are often shown bonding.  And by “shared food,” what I mean is, Dick finds food for Tim.  Please enjoy my ten favorite examples.

1. Dick makes dinner in Prodigal 1

(My favorite part of this panel is Tim’s weird smushed-face of amazement in the second panel.  “Wow!  A WHOLE PLATE OF FOOD!  Just for me!”  My second favorite part is that I have no idea what food that’s supposed to be.)

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383 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 02:04:07 GMT

#2

i love them.

622 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 01:07:26 GMT

#1

my favorite thing about the Dick and Tim Batman run (other than DICK and TIM) is that Tim's previous Batman experiences were 1) Bruce being self-destructive pre-Bane, and 2) Azrael,

so Tim’s all “you LISTEN to me?? you do not hurt the criminals?? we work TOGETHER?? like a team? my hero!! my hero for one thousand years!!”

and meanwhile Dick’s sunk deep in “why am I such a failure at everything”

1351 notes • Posted 2021-10-19 16:53:54 GMT

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C!Sapnap: Hey Fundy, how's your husband?

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139 notes • Posted 2021-09-21 23:20:07 GMT

#4

tag game

tagged by: @river-bottom-nightmare and @bikoncon thank you for the tags loves!

rules: head over to personalitydatabase and pick out the top six fictional characters you identify with that share same MBTI as you!

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290 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 02:11:07 GMT

#3

Batfam as pictures from my camera roll

Bruce

Alfred

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392 notes • Posted 2021-05-14 16:59:58 GMT

#2

DC Executives: What should happen in YJ season 4?

Employee 1: Bring back Jason Todd

Employee 2: Bring back Wally West

Employee 3, who knows what fans actually want to see: Finally make Birdflash canon after 11 years

DC Execs: get this man out of my office

595 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 15:53:19 GMT

#1

So ya girl decided to screw around on Artbreeder for a couple days and I managed to make most of the Batfam! After being reassured by my friends that they look good, I have decided to post them

[From left to right: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain-Wayne, and Damian Wayne]

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problem solver

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Relationships:  GEN. Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

Summary: Tim's job has always been fixing things up, giving everyone backup, making sure there is a contigency plan for the contigency plan and everything runs smoothly. However, even the best of them ought to grow exhausted and maybe - just maybe - Tim needs to learn that, when you have your family's back, they're willing to return the favor.

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He had had nightmares that felt sweeter than the present.

Even with his arm twisted in a painful lock behind his back and his  cheek pressed to the ground, Tim doesn’t feel anything but fatigue. He thinks to himself that it’s been a while since the last time Jason had held him like that, like Tim was the enemy.

Tim doesn’t blame him, though. Even from where he is, he can see Dick kneeling next to Damian’s limp body. It’s a shame that Cass wasn’t around, really, she would’ve been fast enough to stop Tim. Or perhaps Duke, with his powers. But maybe not. They wouldn’t expect Tim to do that, so even the fastest of them wouldn’t have stopped him once he started moving.

There is a puddle of blood on the ground ant that’s an unpleasant sight.

Just that.

Unpleasant.

Damian isn't moving and Tim just wishes he didn’t have to see it.

“ Timothy ,” Jason hisses. When he notices Tim isn’t fighting, he  loosens his grip a bit. When Tim still doesn’t move, Jason turns him around abruptly and shakes him by the shoulders. “Tim, what the fuck was that? Who did this to you? Who’s controlling you?”

Right. Of course Jason’s mind would go there. Jay had been out of control before, after all, he still didn’t believe Tim had done such a horrible thing. He should feel good that his brother has that much faith in him, but, again, it feels like nothing.

“It was me,” Tim says, his voice weak. “It was all me. I’m such a failure, aren’t I? But it’s fine. None of this is real.”

Tim had never seen Jason looking so horrified. He likes that about as much as the puddle of blood.

“It’ll be over soon,” Tim assures, and he glances at the giant computer screen. The clock says 00:59. It changes to 01:00. He closes his eyes just as he feels Jason’s hands leaving him.

He opens his eyes again. He’s still in the cave. Jason has retreated several steps and is now staring at Tim like never before, an emotion so intense he doesn’t know how to name. He turns around. Dick is now cradling Damian in his arms, but the boy is still not moving even as his older brother pathetically calls his name.

Tim doesn’t like that either, so closes his eyes again.

He opens his eyes. Nothing’s changed. He stares at the computer. 01:01, says the clock, but Tim isn’t waking up.

“Why am I not waking up?”

No one answers him. He still doesn’t wake up. Dick starts openly sobbing, but Damian doesn’t open his eyes to tell him to stop being a baby. Tim doesn’t wake up and Jason doesn’t approach him again and Tim doesn’t dare look at him, because he’s suddenly aware that Jason looking at him like that hurts a lot. Tim doesn’t wake up, but neither does Damian and he’s slowly realizing he’s the one that’s done that and nothing is happening to change that and that hurts more.

Tim is a problem solver. He had come to the Wayne Manor, joined the BatFamily because he was going to fix things, he was supposed to keep everyone safe-

Tim wakes up. He’s alone on his bed. The phone on the bedside table says it’s 1am, sharp.

On that night, Bruce is awake, as he is most nights. It isn’t his turn to patrol. He could be in his bed now, using the night off to get some rest.

However, as much as he chastises Tim for his (lack of) sleeping habits, Bruce can’t sleep, not even when he isn’t on duty. Especially when he isn’t on duty. He stalls, ignores Dick’s judgemental looks and ends up at the Batcave going over a cold case that might be active again, his eldest on his shoulder. He’ll sleep as soon as Cassandra and Duke come home.

Damian is at the computer reading a police report and Bruce has half a mind to send him to bed - he’s still figuring out the most efficient way to do so - when he hears rushed footsteps.

“DAMIAN!” Tim shouts from the entrance, his voice echoes horribly against the silence.

Bruce lets out a tired sigh, wondering what sort of prank it was this time. He watches as Tim darts down into the cave and makes a beeline to Damian, Bruce and Dick tensing up and getting ready to intervene in a fight as Damian jumps to his feet and stands on guard to… be wrapped tightly into Tim’s arms.

“Drake, what is the meaning of this?” Damian gasps, his voice breaking in his confusion.

Only then Bruce notices Tim’s shoulders are shaking. Tim squeezes his little brother tighter against his chest and lets himself fall to his knees, dragging Damian down a bit.

“Cease this absurd behavior right away!” Damian demands, glancing at Bruce and Dick as though expecting them to do something.

Both of them had been stunned into inaction, however.

“Y-you’re here,” Tim chokes out. Tim is crying. “I thought I- I thought I lost you.”

Damian’s eyes grow wide in utter panic. He finally wraps his tiny arms around the other boy. He again looks at his father in a silent, but clear plea of help.

As usual, Dick is faster to recover. “Timmy?” He calls, approaching his brothers and crouching down by their side. “Timmy, what’s going on?”

Tim simply shakes his head, his face buried into Damian’s chest and his body still trembling. Bruce knows Tim has been through a lot. All of them have. He knows Tim particularly is familiar with loss. Still, Bruce doesn’t remember ever seeing Tim breaking down like that.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpers, “I’m so sorry, Dami, I really thought I- I-”

“You what? What has gotten into you, you energum?”

“I- I thought you were dead,” Tim whispers.

That finally shocks Bruce into moving. One of his children is breaking down in front of him, he has to do something. He joins Dick by kneeling in front of his youngest sons and slowly reaches for Tim’s shoulder.

“Tim, Damian is here. He’s safe. You both are,” he says.

Tim lets out a strangled laughter without any humor and Bruce doesn’t want to hear such a horrible sound ever again. “N-not thanks to me, he isn’t.”

Dick makes as if he’s going to try to pry Tim off of Damian to be able to see his face. Damian glares him down before he can do anything. Dick settles for squeezing his brother’s other shoulder and asking in a soft voice:

“Timmy, can you explain what’s going on? Did you have a nightmare?”

“ God . I wish,” Tim sobs, his voice still muffled into his brother’s chest. “Except I can’t wake up. I never wake up, not for real. Th-this why I don’t like sleeping.”

At loss, Dick turns to Bruce, worry twisting his expression and confusion in his eyes. As their father, Bruce should have answers. He doesn’t have answers. He simply watches his teenage son shake in utter grief no child should be so familiar with and he is powerless and confused. It feels awful to just sit back and know there is something for him to do, however it’s outside of his knowledge.

“C-compose yourself, Drake,” Damian tries again. But his voice is weaker now, a little hoarse. His little arms are still awkwardly looped around Tim and his gaze shows he’s petrified.

Dauntless and brash Damian looks like the 12-year-old he is, confused and scared. Damian, Bruce realizes, had never seen Tim breaking down. Tim is his rival, his infuriatingly logical and calculating brother that can take any situation swiftly and solve any problem by sheer force of will. Tim, that never wavered, even when Damian was trying his hardest to crack him.

Bruce can’t wallow in self-pity about his parental skills now. His pride is nowhere near as important as his children. “Tim,” he asks, being careful to keep his voice calm and collected. “Son, talk to me. What do you need from us?”

What he needs, what he wants. Whatever it is, Bruce will get it.

Tim hesitantly pulls away from Damian without letting him go. When he turns to his father, it takes every bit of Bruce’s strength to keep his calm mask. There are  bags darker than usual under Tim’s clear eyes, his nose is crimson red and his usually bony face is puffy from so much crying. His helpless expression breaks Bruce’s heart in a million pieces.

“Jason,” Tim says, his voice hefty. “Bring Jason here. Please.”

Dick is already moving before Tim finishes his request. Bruce stays with his son.

“He’ll be here soon,” he says, certain. His last encounter with Red Hood had been less than ideal, but Bruce knows Jason won’t ignore a call from Dick and he especially won’t hesitate to come for Tim. “What else?”

“Just J-Jason. It has to be Jay.”

“That’s not what it looks like,” Damian mumbles, still caught in Tim’s embrace.

Tim lets out a little chuckle. Again it’s hollow, humorless. Bruce hates it.

“I’m sorry, Dami,” Tim mutters. “Just… Just a little bit more. I need this.”

“Tt. Do what you must."

Jason was asleep when he got the call. He wants to tell his brother to fuck off and go back to bed, but with their family business being like it is… Well. Jason knows it’s never a good idea to ignore a phone call. Dick sounded confused when he asked Jason to come over because Tim needs him and he couldn’t explain why.

It’s a good thing Jason doesn't need why. Dick says Tim is asking for him. Tim never asks for what he needs, not unless the world is ending. Jason was getting into his outfit and out of the door before Dick hangs up.

He doesn’t know what to expect when he rides into the cave. Dick assured him that Tim wasn’t physically hurt, he was just asking for Jason. He certainly didn’t expect to find his brother sitting on the computer chair with Damian on his lap.

It’d be cute if it wasn’t concerning. Damian is still short enough to sit there almost comfortably with Tim’s chin resting on his shoulder and Tim’s arms loosely wrapped around his middle. Damian has his arms crossed like the world's grumpiest teddy bear and a murderous expression that challenges Jason to laugh at the scene if he wishes for death.

Jason doesn’t laugh. Not when his eyes meet Tim’s and it’s clear that his brother had been crying not long ago. He ignores Bruce and Dick uselessly standing around and takes off his helmet before walking towards his younger brothers.

“What’s happening?” he asks.

When Tim speaks, his voice is almost to hoarse to recognize. “I’m stuck in a time loop.”

“Damn it. Again?”

His sarcastic reply makes Tim’s lips quirk up a bit. His expression returns to somber too fast for Jason’s liking.

“You’re the only one that always believes me right away,” Tim tells him.

As hypocritical as it is, Jason hates magic shit. Hates it.

“Alright. Let’s break your loop. What’s the last thing you remember before the loop?”

“It was 10pm. Alfred forced me to go to bed. Then I wake up three hours later and it starts.”

Jason glances at Bruce and Dick and they nod in confirmation that that’s their latests Tim memory too. He turns back to his brother.

“Alright. Any constants?”

While time loops are a first for them, they watched enough movies to know there is always something specific repeating itself.

Before answering, Tim hesitates and squeezes Damian again. Jason is surprised when the gremlin uncrosses his arms and awkwardly offers Tim a little pat on the hand.

“The thing that always happens is… You die.”

Jason goes stiff. He can hear Bruce and Dick reacting behind him, but he has to focus on keeping himself calm. Despite his own issues, this is still about Tim.

“Just me?” he asks, as casually as he manages.

“Just you.”

Slowly putting what he knows together, Jason glances at the protective way Tim is holding Damian. Of all of them to be stuck in a time loop, he thinks Tim is the most likely to think his way out. Of all of them, he has the best memory, he’s the one that finds it easier to put away his feelings in a little box and do what’s the best to be done. For him to be that distressed about Damian…

Jason doesn’t beat around the bush, the way he knows Tim prefers. “Tim, did you kill Damian on the last loop?”

Dick inhales sharply. Bruce doesn’t make any noise, but Jason figures he’s frozen in horror. Damian stares at Jason as if he’s gone mad as Tim squeezes him a bit tighter before slowly retreating into the chair. His arms are still around his younger brother, but all Damian had to do was to stand up and he’d be free of his hugging pillow duty. Damian doesn’t move, not even when Tim whispers:

“I did.”

Jason nods. He’s glad that Tim’s eyes are trained on his, because he doesn’t want to even imagine what kind of reaction Dick and Bruce are showing behind him.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

Tim breathes in and out. “It was the seventy-first loop. You were teasing him over something stupid and he had that… that stupid katana. He said he was going to kill if you didn’t shut up and I...” At this point, he retreats fully into the chair, willingly putting distance between him and his little brother. “I didn’t think. I was on high alert for any threat, I just… I hit him with my staff. He fell. I hit him in the back of the head, and… he didn’t get up.”

Damian still doesn’t leave. His expression is unreadable.

“And… and I didn’t care. Dick was horrified, you restrained me and I just… I just got annoyed and waited. But then it was time, the loop didn’t restart and I-”

Tim runs out of breath and chokes on thin air, unable to continue for a moment. No one says anything, even Jason unsure of where to start. He also notices that the whole time Tim doesn't make any excuses for himself, like he does for the many people that hurt him in the past and he's forgiven. He doesn't use the word accident. He doesn't try to remind them he didn't mean to, even though he didn't. Jason thought Tim was making a lot of progress on the self-worth department lately, but apparently some steps backwards were taken.

“I thought it was over. I thought I cemented a timeline in which I killed my little brother. What kind of monster am I? How come my first instinct was to deadly wound anyone, let alone Damian? Then it restarted and… And I don’t know if I can do this anymore. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe you guys should put me-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Damian hisses. He turns to face Tim, his tiny arms tightly crossed again and his eyes steeled with conviction. “I thought you were supposed to be smart, Drake.”

“Damian,” Jason starts in warning.

Damian makes a gesture to silence him and continues: “How can you think that’s your first instinct? That was hardly the first thing you’ve done. What sounds to me is that you watched your favorite brother die seventy times and you were pushed to the extreme. I would not call that bloodlust.”

Tim blinks. “But I didn’t…”

“Of course you didn’t care. You thought it was inconsequential. After watching a family member’s gruesome death so many times, you’d be desensitized as a defense mechanism. That’s only logical. As soon as you thought it might be real, however, you reacted as expected and came to me crying like a child.”

No one says anything for a moment. Damian deliberately leans backwards, pressing his back to Tim’s stomach.

“Besides, it was an accident. You didn’t attack to kill, you attacked to incapacitate and miscalculated the amount of strength needed. It happens to the best of us.”

Jason could have smiled at the kid. He thinks his lips quirk up against his will when Damian grabs Tim’s hands and pulls them so he’s being held again. Confusion replaces the lost look on Tim’s face for a bit.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but the gremlin is right. You’re fine, Timbers,” Jason says.

For a horrible moment, blue eyes become watery and Jason feels as though there is a knife twisting in his gut. He doesn’t remember the last time he’d seen Tim crying. It’s not one of his favorite experiences.

“Timmy,” Dick starts, his voice soft. “How long is every loop?”

“About 24 hours,” Tim says. “It restarts exactly at 1am.”

“And in all of those loops… how many times have you stopped to sleep? Or eat?”

Tim stares at his older brother as though he’s speaking an alien dialect. Dick sighs.

“Well, buddy, it sounds like you’ve been awake for 2 hellish months.”

“But… But I’m always in my room at 1am. Doesn’t that mean I got to sleep like Alfred wanted?”

“Well. We can’t know for sure, but you sure looks like someone that needs some rest,” Dick insists.

Tim tries to protest but Bruce walks to him and combs his fingers through his son’s hair. The touch is enough to shut him up.

“Let’s be practical, chum,” he says. “We need you to be okay to be able to help us. I don’t think you can as you are now. I need you to drink a glass of warm milk and take a nap for about an hour. While you rest, your brothers and I will do research into time anomalies. When you get up, you can join us. How’s that sound?”

A frown. Jason is ready to force him if he must. He resolves crumbles a bit when his little brother turns his gaze to him and asks in the smallest voice:

“Are you still going to be here when I wake up?”

Jason’s throat is clogged. He used to think that his early demise had been inconsequential and that hurt like hell. He didn’t think that it hurt just as much to learn that it mattered, that his family cared, that Tim cared so much, because Jason never ever wanted to be the reason behind that forlorn look in any of his brothers, let alone Tim. Tim who was always there for them, who always worked the hardest, who was Jason’s go0to prank partner, who laughed at his jokes and embraced him as family when he had every reason not to.

“I promise I will,” Jason manages. “You know I’m a man of word, Timbers.”

“We’ll take care of him for you,” Dick adds. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid until you’re back to scold him and all that.

Tim hesitates, glancing from one brother to the other and then to their father. He seems to try and assess his condition and recognizes he feels tired - if not physically, Jason doesn’t need to be a genius to know he must be emotionally exhausted. Finally, he nods.

Well, that had been a rollercoaster from start to… the middle? Damian doesn’t think this is the end per se. It’s best if they put their plan into action sooner better than later, so the boy finally jumps to his feet in order to leave his brother’s lap

“Very well,” he says, “I reckon I’m on Drake Duty, is that correct?”

“Drake Duty?” Timothy repeats, frowning.

Damian shoots him a haughty glare. “Forgive me if I don’t trust you, but you do have the habit of sneaking under our noses to do extra work when you’re supposed to be resting. I’ll be the one making sure you stay in your bed, as you should.”

Besides, Damian doesn’t think Timothy should be left alone as it is. Not that he minds, he just thinks the older boy is unstable and needs to be watched. He’s not worried, just cautious.

“Hm. I was actually going to take a nap at the reading den?” Timothy says. “I… I don’t want to be in my room right now.”

It’s to be expected that he wants to avoid the place where the loop starts, of course.

“Tim, you’re going to wreck your spine if you keep sleeping in the library,” Richard chastises gently.

Damian sighs. “If your room is the issue, mine should suffice, isn’t that right? You may take a rest in my bed.”

The surprised look Timothy gives him is outward insulting. Damian feels as though the others have the same expression, so his cheeks start getting warmer. Annoyed, he tuts and grabs Timothy's hand, starting to drag him away.

“Well? We should not be wasting time!”

“Uh. Yeah,” Timothy mutters. Then, sounding a bit more like his usual self, he tells the others: “We have yet to contact Doctor Fate or Zatanna, they do not pick up their phones. Constantine will answer if Dick’s the one calling, but the day restarted before we knew if he was any help. Bart and Wally have no idea about what’s going on, but uncle Barry had a hunch based on his last essay. Do not contact Booster Gold, his place is on fire and we wasted a lot of time putting it out and he was no help. … Maybe send someone there to help him?”

By then, Damian has successfully dragged Timothy out of the cave and their brothers and father were left to follow his directions. Damian briefly consideres forcing Timothy to sleep and joining them, but decides against it. Thomas and Cain should be joining them soon and he knows their father won’t rest until he finds an appropriate solution.

“You don’t have to do this, Dami,” Timothy says. “I promise I’ll actually sleep. I can take Jason’s bedroom instead. He hasn’t used it in ages, but I know Alfred didn’t leave it dusty.”

Damian ignores him.

“Really, you-”

“For someone that couldn’t let go of me until a couple of minutes ago, you’re sure talking a lot of nonsense,” Damian huffs. “I’m not Todd, but I know you enough that I'm sure that, the moment I leave your sight, you’re going to start torturing yourself.”

Timothy is silent after that. They go up the stairs like that and for the first time Damian doesn’t feel like a toddler while he holds someone’s hand. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s the one guiding or the strange situation. Despite everything, it isn’t entirely unpleasant. He considers for a moment telling Richard that he doesn’t hate hand-holding after all, but decides against it. Richard would definitely abuse that knowledge.

Alfred the cat is napping on Damian’s bed when they arrive. For a moment, Damian panics over having to kick out his precious pet - he has slept on the floor for Alfred before and he’d do it again - but, as soon as he sees his owner, Alfred mercifully stretches and moves to the bottom of the mattress, leaving plenty of free space.

Looking nothing like the, Damian begrudgingly admits, intimidating hero Red Robin, Timothy fumbles with the hem of his ratty hoodie and hesitates. The hoodie is purple and weirdly tight around the arms, so Damian suspects that it belongs to someone else. It gives him an idea.

“Do you need me to bring Brown over?” he asks.

Again, Timothy gives him a surprised look.

Stubbornly, Damian holds his gaze even when he feels his cheeks warming up. He knows he’s not suggesting anything outlandish, because he knows Brown’s unstoppable cheerfulness is on par with the Bats' unmoving angst. He also knows calling her is acceptable, because he heard Todd make the same suggestion once. Timothy was running himself to the ground over an unsolved case and snapped at Todd. Instead of putting Timothy in his place, Todd had simply rolled his eyes and asked Timothy in a whisper Damian is sure he wasn’t supposed to hear, do you want me to ask Steph to come over? and lo and behold, an hour later Brown was climbing inside and making a lot of noise. She forced Timothy to eat and the two ended up asleep together in the living room. On the following day, Timothy looked more like a human being.

“Steph is out of town,” Timothy says. “I tried calling her in a couple of loops. She’s always out of town.”

Oh.

If Brown isn’t around, Timothy has to settle for the next best thing, that would be… well, Todd. But Todd is busy, so the next best thing would be… Cain. Then Richard. … Then Thomas.

But alas! None of them are available so Damian will have to do.

“Well then,” he mumbles. “She’s too noisy anyway. Why are you still standing?”

Like a skittish stray, Timothy climbs beneath Damian’s blanket while Damian stands there, his hands on his hips and his foot tapping on the floor impatiently.

Once he’s settled, Timothy glances at him. “Are you going to just… stand there?”

Damian supposes it’s not ideal to try to sleep with a standing guard, is it? With another tut, he climbs into bed as well, glad that it’s big enough for the two of them and then some.

...then, seeing Timothy’s wide eyes, Damian realizes this isn’t the outcome he expected. Damian curses inwardly, because he can never predict what Timothy is thinking. Richard is ridiculously easy to read, as is Thomas. Todd and Cain he can understand to an extent. But Timothy? He’s a complete mystery.

“Hm. Dami, are…” Timothy struggles with his words. That’s a first. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

Damian tries to kill him with a single glare. Timothy seems to find his expression amusing and relaxes a bit.

“Not like that, brat, you know I know you’re deadly, and all that. I mean… aren’t you wary of me after I said…”

“Do you want me to repeat the very solid arguments I already presented?”

“No, just… I get them, rationally. They make sense. But still.”

Damian sighs. “Still nothing. If that’s the case, shouldn’t you be wary of me? I did try to end you. Repeatedly.”

“That was a long time ago, though, we didn’t really know each other.”

“And, by all means, your traumatic experience was with a version of me I don't even know from a reality I’m not a part of. Go to sleep, Drake.”

They stay quiet for a moment. Timothy sits up abruptly. Before Damian can scold him, he grabs the alarm clock on the bedside table and sets it to go off one hour from now, which is smart, Damian will give him that. Then he glares until Timothy lies down again and they’re both on their sides, facing one another.

Alfred the cat stands again and comes lie down between the two boys. The room is completely silent save for soft purs and the even softer tick-tock coming from the nightstand.

Damian stares at his brother’s closed eyelids and he knows Timothy is wide awake.

“Do you really see me like that?” he hears himself whispering.

As expected, Timothy’s eyes shoot open. “Of course not, Dami.”

All right, ouch. That hurts.

“I know you would never hurt Jason,” Timothy proceeds. “That’s why I… that’s why I was so messed up. I knew you weren’t a real threat, not to him. But I still freaked, I still moved before I could think and I…”

Oh. Damian hadn’t considered that, but that’s reassuring. He nods briefly but soon adds:

“I don’t mean that. I mean what you said after.”

Timothy frowns. “What?”

“You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“Forget it.”

“No, Dami, what is it? You know I’m curious, I’m not gonna by able to sleep if you don’t tell me.”

The boy groans, because how is he the youngest in this situation?

“I meant… When you said I’m your little brother.”

“Oh.” Timothy blinks owlishly, his eyes growing big before his voice grows small:  “I mean… yeah. I know it’s not mutual, but… You’re part of my family, Damian. Sure, an annoying, cocky part, but… I like having you around. I still love you. I wouldn’t want to send you away or to hurt you or… anything like that.”

Damian makes a dismissive noise and looks away. Timothy used to be more bearable. He wouldn’t say out loud those things to anyone when Damian first arrived. It was his time with that gang of hooligans that were Jon’s brother and the other two that ruined Timothy. He came back home a lot more willing to let Richard cling to him and comfortable saying such embarrassing things to Cain and Pennyworth and Todd and… and now Damian.

“Dami, did you… did you think I don’t see you as a brother?” Timothy asks.

More mumbling. Damian isn’t avoiding his gaze because he’s embarrassed, but because Timothy’s icy stare can be so stupidly intense it’s uncomfortable.

“I thought I burned that bridge a couple of attempted murders ago,” he finally admits.

“That happened to a version of me from a reality I’m no longer a part of.”

Another frustrated noise. He buries his face into the pillow.

“Damian.” Timothy calls. Annoyingly, he waits until Damian looks at him. It’s a trick he learned from Richard, Damian is sure.  “You’re my little brother. For best or worse, I… I’ll never let something like the last loop happen. Ever.”

Damian doesn’t know what to say, so he remains silent. Timothy realizes he’s not getting any reply, so he simply closes his eyes again.

It seems unfair that Timothy has to make that whole speech when Damian is the one that’s supposed to be in charge. It feels like he’s losing somehow. Letting out a huff, Damian mutters:

“It is.”

“Hm?”

“You said it’s not mutual. That’s ridiculous. You can’t be someone’s relative one-sidedly. Of course it’s mutual.”

It takes a second for his words to register, and, when they do, Timothy finally lets his lips twist into that annoying smirk he usually wears. He looks genuinely happy, albeit in a tired way.

“Ugh, do not let Richard hear about this,” Damian groans, closing his eyes and turning his back to his brother

“Goodness gracious, I would never.” Timothy chuckles. His sarcasm is less effective when his voice is still hoarse from all the crying. “In exchange, promise me you won’t forget that on the next loop.”

Goddamnit, Damian has to turn back. “There will be no next loop.”

“Hmm.”

“Timothy? Look at me.” He does. Damian sustains his gaze. “There will be no other loop. We’re going to fix this as soon as we wake up. You have my word.”

A little hesitation, a lot of fear of holding onto hope. Timothy reaches for Damian’s hand.

“I believe you. So. Am I Timothy now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Drake.”

“Thought so,” Tim says.

Tim allows himself to close his eyes. Damian’s hand is small and warm and undeniably alive. His older brothers are downstairs trying to fix this for him. His father is going to protect him, too. Soon his sister and his new brother will join them and there is no doubt in his mind that they’re going to have his back.

His family is going to solve it for him.

[lemonadegarden]

Courage.

For @batwayneman. Happy Birthday! 

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear. 

~Mark Twain.

Robin was scared.

He wouldn't admit it, but Dick could tell over the phone. The anger in his voice, the shakiness. The sullen tone.  

“He's not responsive,” he was saying.

“Just bring him home. The batmobile's on autopilot, it'll be fine. Just– just keep talking to him,” Dick said into the phone, keeping his voice low. He was in the locker room in the precinct in Bludhaven, rapidly changing into his civilian clothes.

“I am,” Damian said, his voice a tight, thin thread, “but he won't say anything.”

“What do you mean, he won't say anything?” Dick says, pushing open the locker room door with one hand, his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder.

“He won't say a word. He just keeps looking at me, like I'm– like I'm some kind of–” Damian cut himself off. When he started speaking again, his voice was stiff. “His eyes are dilated. And he's hyperventilating. The batmobile sensors says that his heart rate is at 120.”

Jesus. Dick saw Peterson at the coffee machine, going through his phone.

“Hey, Sarge,” he said, “you mind telling the Captain that I gotta leave early tonight? Family emergency.”

Peterson frowned. “Grayson, there's a debrief today. About the bay area murderer. You can't miss it. All officers have to be present.”

Dick sighed. “Look, Nick, please just tell the Captain I can't make it. My dad's sick.”

Peterson shook his head, going back to scrolling through his Facebook feed. “I'll tell him,” he said, “but I can't guarantee that he'll be okay with it.”

“Okay. Okay, that's fine. Thanks, Nick,” Dick said, grabbing his wallet and keys off his desk. He shoved them into his pocket.

“That's sergeant Peterson for you,” Peterson said, still looking at his phone.

“Thanks Sarge,” Dick called out, and he was already out the door.

“Tell your dad to get well soon!” Peterson yelled back.

*

“Richard, are you even listening?” Damian said, and he sounded angry enough to be near tears. He wasn't just scared, Dick realised. He was terrified.

“Of course I'm listening,” Dick said soothingly, getting into his car. He backed out of his parking spot and onto the road in one swift turn.

It would take three hours to reach Gotham. Two and a half if he avoided the turnpike. Two fifteen if he asked Babs to make all the traffic lights along the way green.

He sighed. He couldn't do that.

“He's shaking,” Damian was saying over the phone. “We're almost home.”

“Shaking? Like a seizure?” Dick said, trying to sound calm. There needed to be at least one calm person in this conversation.

“No, like shock,” Damian said, “and he keeps trying to get out of the car. He's– he's trying to open the car door. He won't listen to me.”

There was definitely a quaver in Damian's voice at that last sentence, there.

“Okay, Damian,” Dick said, “you've locked the doors, haven't you?”

“Of course I've locked them,” Damian said, testily, “how stupid do you think I am?”

“I don't think you're stupid at all,” Dick said, trying to stay calm, “If the doors are locked, Bruce can't get out. Just get him to the cave. Alfred will take care of things, okay? And I'm on my way.”

“It'll take you hours,” Damian said, and he sounded so miserable and frightened that Dick's chest broke open, “and he can't wait that long.”

“He doesn't need me as much as he needs the antidote, okay Dami? It's going to be okay. I need to drive now, but I can leave you on speakerphone if you wanna keep talking.”

“No,” Damian said, sounding quieter, “we're here anyway. I have to help Pennyworth get him out and onto a stretcher.”

“Okay,” Dick said, “you did good. You did really good.”

“Come quickly,” was all Damian said, before he hung up.

Dick drove through the traffic like a madman, switching lanes and overtaking cars. He couldn't do anything once he got into gridlock though, and he was stuck in the middle of a knot of traffic, while his father was drugged out of his mind and half-dead in a cave. He looked at the stoplight. Still red.

The dial tone was still in his ear.

“Shit,” he muttered.

He called another number, one that he’d had on speed dial since he'd been fourteen.

“Dick?” Said the answering voice.

“Babs, I need a favour,” Dick said.

*

The first time Dick had ever inhaled Scarecrow's fear gas, he'd been nine and a half.

He hadn't been able to breathe, or even think, much less talk. By the time Bruce had realised what had happened, and taken him back to the cave, he was having a full-on attack.

“He's going to fracture a rib if he doesn't calm down,” Alfred was saying. Then there was a hand on his back, soothing, stroking.

“Dick,” said a voice, “it's going to be okay. Come here.”

But Dick was shaking his head already, wrenching himself out of Bruce's grip, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He tried to run, run away from the dark of the cave, the image of his parents lying on the dirt of the circus floor, their blood and brains mixing with the muck, and then he was slipping on it, on the blood, and he falling through all the safety nets a hundred times, a thousand times.

He was curled up on the floor, he realised, sobbing quietly. His heart wouldn't stop racing.

Someone scooped him up, pulling him close. He barely even noticed.

He was being carried across the cave and then upstairs, and then to the first floor, and then to the guest bedroom on the right of the landing.

The bedroom had a walk-in closet. Not much bigger than the size of a small elevator, but big enough for them to both fit. Bruce sat down on the wooden floor of the closet, and pulled the door shut behind him. There was only a narrow beam of light coming in from the tiny crack between the door and the wooden frame of the closet.

Then Bruce pulled Dick onto his lap, and just held him there, rocking back and forth. There, under the soft, fur coats and heavy jackets, it felt like they were in a little cocoon of their own. In a small world, without any one else. Just the two of them.

Bruce was saying things to him, whispering words and consolations, but Dick tuned them out, tuned everything out except the small space and the arms around him, rocking him back and forth. Back and forth. Rhythmically. The four bare walls calmed him down. Outside, everything had been too much. In here, things were. . . simpler. Quieter.

Eventually his breaths slowed down enough to sync with Bruce's movements, and then he felt a hand smooth back his sweat-damp hair, and the prick of a small needle on the inside of his elbow.

“Just a sedative,” Bruce murmured. They hadn't developed the antidotes, back then. When you got hit with the gas, you just had to tough it out.

Bruce didn't stop smoothing back his hair, or rocking him back and forth. They must have stayed in that closet for an hour, and Bruce never once complained. He stayed in there with him until Dick fell asleep, his face covered in dried tear tracks.

“How did you know I liked small spaces?” Dick had asked him, years later. It had been one hell of a risk to take. Most people under the influence of fear toxin got claustrophobic. Dick could have hurt himself in his panic. Could've hurt Bruce.

“You grew up in a trailer. And I always found you under my desk when you were upset, remember?” Bruce said. “You used to say that it was your real bedroom.”

Dick smiled. They didn't call Bruce the world's greatest detective for nothing.

“Yeah,” he said, “I remember.”

*

When he got to the cave, Bruce was sitting up on the stretcher and looking up at the ceiling, breathing really fast.

“The fan,” Bruce said, the moment he came in, “it's going to drop on you.”

Dick looked up at the ceiling fan. It was directly above him.

“That's not going to happen, B,” Dick said, although he stepped out from underneath it. He went over to the stretcher instead.

“Did Al give you the first dose?” He asked.

Bruce shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats. They must have gotten him to change out of the batsuit, somehow. That was good.

“Where's Damian?” Dick said.

“Went upstairs,” Bruce said. He was still looking at the ceiling intently. “Angry.”

“I'll speak to him, okay? He's just shaken up.”

Bruce didn't say anything. He was clenching his first real hard. There was blood leaking out of it.

Dick frowned, grabbing his hand and opening it. Bruce had dug his fingernails hard enough into his palm to draw blood.

“Bruce, you can't do that,” Dick said, softly.

Bruce looked at his hand like he was noticing it for the first time.

“Oh,” he said. Then he started to look at the ceiling fan again.

Dick sighed. “Where's Alfred? I'll go get some bandages for you.”

Bruce pointed wordlessly to the console room. Dick walked in that direction.

In the console room, Alfred looking at something under a microscope, while the centrifuge besides him was running. It was filled with test tubes of blood, Dick realised. Bruce's blood.

“Jesus,” he said, “how much blood did you take?”

“Only a few syringes,” Alfred said, “some of them are old. Blood uncontaminated by the fear toxin, to serve as the control for the experimental antidote.”

“Experimental?” Dick said, “is this one new?”

“The fear gas? Yes, I'm afraid it is. It seems to be a new strain altogether. Something that's resistant to the antidotes. I gave master Wayne a sedative to stop him from going into shock, but the panic is still there. I was testing against the blood to see if a mixture of C-12 and F-01 might work, but–”

There was a loud, thunderous crash from the other room, and Dick ran back to where he'd left Bruce, his heart pounding.

Bruce was standing in the centre of the room. He was looking down at something near his feet. There was a grapple gun in his hand. The grapple was attached to the rotors of one of the ceiling fan’s blades, which was currently on the floor. Bruce had wrenched the whole entire thing down from the ceiling. Its blades were still spinning lazily. The fan was hissing and clicking intermittently, its exposed wires sparking.

“Bruce,” Dick said, very softly, “you should probably step away from the fan.”

Bruce jumped a little, and whipped around to look at him, like he'd forgotten that he'd even come in the first place. His eyes were wide. They looked hunted.

“The sparks, master Bruce,” Alfred said. He'd come to the medical room too, and he was standing at the doorway, “they could burn you.”

Bruce stepped back, warily. His hand was shaking. It was still around the grapple gun.

If Damian had heard the noise and came down now . . . he didn't know how Bruce would react to that.

“Why don't you drop the grapple gun, Bruce,” Dick said, his voice easy, “you don't need it anymore, do you?”

Bruce shook his head.

“Just hand it over to me, okay? Nice and slow,” Dick said, going up to him carefully.

Bruce watched him, an unreadable expression on his face. Dick tried to go for a smile. “It's just me,” he said, “just Dick. I'm not going to do anything, okay? Just going to take the gun.”

He reached ever so slowly towards Bruce's hand, and took the gun from him. Bruce just watched him.

Dick put a hand on Bruce's shoulder. “Let's get you back in bed, okay? And let's get that hand wrapped up.”

Bruce let Dick lead him back to the stretcher, where he sat and watched him as he taped up his hand. Alfred watched Bruce for a moment, and then went back to the console room, telling them he was going to call Leslie and see if she had any ideas about the antidote.

Bruce was just staring at his hand. He blinked a couple of times, like he was waking up.

“I'm bleeding,” he said, slowly.

“Yeah, Bruce,” Dick said.

“Did someone hurt me?” Bruce asked. He seemed confused. That happened, sometimes. The gas made you disoriented.

“No, it was just an accident.” Dick said, “Everything's okay, now.”

“Did someone hurt Damian?” Bruce said, and his breathing was starting to pick up again.

Dick looked up. “No, Bruce. Damian’s fine.”

Bruce was getting up already, pushing off of the stretcher. “I have to check on him,” he said, “I have to see if he's– if he's okay. He was sick last week. Shouldn't have let him–”

“Bruce,” Dick said, forcefully, “Damian's fine. Nothing happened to him. You're the one that got hit with the gas, remember?”

Bruce shook his head. “No, it was Damian,” he said, and he sounded so sure that even Dick wavered, for a second. Maybe Damian had got exposed too, and he was just hiding it. Then he discarded that theory. You couldn't hide being hit with fear gas. Not even Batman could.

“Bruce,” he said, quietly, “it wasn't Damian. Damian's fine, I promise.”

“Why isn't he here?” Bruce was saying, looking around wildly. “I told him not to leave my side when we're at patrol. Isn't safe.”

“You're not patrolling anymore, B,” Dick said, getting Bruce to sit down again. “Damian's upstairs, in his room. He's alright.”

Bruce sat down. Dick started taping the rest of his hand, pulling up a chair next to the stretcher. It wasn't shallow; Bruce had really dug in his fingernails.

There was a hand in his hair, and Dick looked up.

“You'll stay,” Bruce said, his voice thin. It was a question.

“Of course,” he grinned. “Who else’ll clean up that mess you made, huh?” He said, pointing to the fan that was lying on the floor, still sparking occasionally.

Bruce looked at it. “I'm sorry,” he said.

“Aw, that's okay, Bruce. It's not your fault. Lie down for a sec, kay? I'll go get Zitka.”

Bruce smiled at that. It was a small, but it was still a smile.

He reached into one of the cupboards above the medical workstation, and pulled the little, stuffed elephant out of it. It was looking slightly threadbare, and had definitely seen better days. Alfred had patched it up countless times for him, when he was still a boy. He used to cuddle with Zitka when he was sick, or feeling upset, and then over the years it had become a running joke to give Bruce the elephant when he got banged up on patrol.

Dick didn't care what Bruce said; he knew Bruce secretly liked it.

“Thank you,” Bruce said, dryly, when Dick held it out to him. Bruce took it, and put it next to him, so its head was propped up on the pillow.

“Just stay still,” Dick said, grinning and taking his phone out, “I have to send a photo of this to Babs.”

Bruce smiled ruefully at the camera, with Zitka sitting next to him. Dick took the picture.

“I've got blackmail material on you now,” Dick grinned, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Jason has a picture of me in a superman t-shirt,” Bruce said, lying down on the stretcher. Zitka was next to his head. It was only about the cutest thing ever, “I don't believe anything can get worse than that.”

“Nah, this is worse,” Dick said, and he sat back down on the chair next to the stretcher.

This was one of the lucid stretches Bruce was having, Dick knew. Five minutes later, he'd be trying to rip fans from the ceiling again.

He really hoped Alfred was working on that antidote quick.

“So,” Dick said, propping his chin on one of his hands, “what's been going on in Gotham?”

Bruce shrugged. “The usual,” he said. He was looking off to a side, like he was somewhere far away. Dick knew that things had been. . . rough, after Selina had left.

“Hey, Bruce,” Dick said, “you know I'm always here if you need to talk, right?”

Bruce looked at him, his eyes slightly unfocused.

Dick grabbed hold of his hand. “I'm here,” he said again.

Alfred came into the room, an ampule of a pale, translucent yellow liquid in his hands.

“This may work,” he said, “but I have my doubts.”

Dick went to go get a syringe, and a fresh needle. It was on the worktable next to the stretcher.

Bruce's eyes followed him as he moved.

“So anyway, what's this I'm hearing about Damian taking up theatre, Alfred?” Dick said, good-naturedly. Maybe he could lighten things up a bit.

“Master Damian seems to have quite latched onto the idea of playing Macbeth in the school play,” Alfred said, taking the syringe that Dick handed to him. He filled it with the antidote, and then tapped it with a finger.

Bruce rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie slowly. His breathing was quickening again. He was looking at Alfred warily.

“Macbeth, for middle-schoolers? That's kind of heavy, isn't it?” Dick said, lightly. He was quick, but Bruce had always been quicker. If he wanted, he could lunge for the syringe and stick it in Alfred's eye in three seconds.

Dick patted Bruce's arm. “Hey, are you listening?”

Bruce looked at him, swallowing. “What,” he rasped.

“I said Macbeth is a little heavy for kids Damian's age. Don't you think so?”

Alfred injected Bruce with the antidote, and Bruce closed his eyes, exhaling.

“It's an abridged version,” Bruce said, finally. “No one dies.”

“Oh, Dick said, “that's a shame. I'm pretty sure Damian's disappointed.”

“He is,” Bruce said. He was rolling his sleeve back down like he couldn't do it quick enough.

Alfred covered his mouth to yawn politely. It was pretty late. Almost one in the morning.

“You go to bed, Al,” Dick said, “I'll sit up with B.”

“Thank you,” Alfred said, “and good night, master Dick.”

“Good night.”

Alfred went over to Bruce, and for a moment, he just rested a hand on Bruce's head. Warm and protective.

“You'll be quite alright, master Bruce,” Alfred said, quietly, “just like you always are.”

Bruce nodded, looking down. He was pretty much leaning into Alfred's hand. Alfred gave him one last fond look, and then he went upstairs.

That left just the two of them in the cave.

Dick checked the wall-clock. “So I have an idea,” he said.

“Hmm,” Bruce said. His eyes were still closed, and he was taking deep, controlled breaths. He was meditating. Bruce called it 'centering himself’. Jason called it 'Bruce’s feng-shui chakra aligning shit’.

“You, me and the kiddo. Let's go to your room and watch some movies.”

“Or, we could not,” Bruce said, “and I could just sit here and finish tonight's report.”

“Bruce, I bet you can't even type anything right now. No way you're doing paperwork. We're going to watch a Pixar movie that makes us cry, come on.” He said, holding out a hand for Bruce.

“A Pixar movie that makes you cry,” Bruce said, but he took the hand, getting off the stretcher. So that was a win in Dick's book.

They walked past the wreckage of the broken fan, and they took the elevator upstairs to the third floor.

Bruce tipped his head against the wall, closing his eyes. Dick looked at him for a while.

“Dad?” he said, slowly.

Bruce opened his eyes, looking at Dick. Dick didn't use that word a lot.

“You're okay, right?” He asked.

Bruce looked away again. The door opened, and they stepped out.

“I don't know,” Bruce said.

Dick hugged him.

Bruce’s arms came around him automatically, but he definitely squirmed a bit there. “Dick,” he said, sounding a  little embarrassed.

“Shut up,” Dick said, his eyes shut tight against Bruce's hoodie, “you need a hug.”

“I'm fine. Really,” Bruce was saying.

“You will be after I finish hugging you. And after you tell me what's wrong. Is it– you know. What happened with Selina?”

Bruce frowned, shaking his head. “It isn't. . . just that.”

Dick pulled away, looking at him worriedly. “Then what?” He said.

Bruce was studying the carpet. He was brilliant at everything, fighting and gadgets and engineering and coming up with military strategy, but when it came to talking about his feelings, he was always stupid as hell at it.

“It's the house,” Bruce said, pausing a little, “it's always empty now. Damian leaves a lot to work with his team, and Tim and Jason have their own places. Cass is– she isn't one for settling down. It's quiet. And big.”

They walked down the hall, towards Damian's room.

“You know how I feel about big,” Dick said.

Bruce smiled, a little. “Not good.”

“Not good,” Dick laughed. He put an arm around his dad, “but seriously, if you wanted, I could start coming around more. Like, way more. They're setting up a new drug investigation force at the precinct anyway, and a lot of the work is out of Gotham. I could apply. Just say the words, B,” Dick said.

Bruce frowned. “I couldn't do that to you. You have a life there.”

“I have a life here too,” Dick said, “Babs lives here. Hell, my dad and my baby brother live here. All of my family, too. And what the hell’s Tim doing living on his own? How come that knucklehead got to move out at seventeen and I had to be dropped to the movies by Alfred until I was like, twenty one?”

Bruce chuckled. “No one dropped you to any movie theatres when you were twenty one. And Tim is living in his dorm at Princeton. He moved last week.”

“Oh, right,” Dick said, scratching his head. Now he felt like shit. “I missed him moving out?”

“You were busy with a case. I thought I'd call you afterwards to tell you. Then I got busy.”

He’d gotten busy with the Selina thing.

“You know what,” Dick said, firmly, “I’m missing too much stuff. I'll do it. I'll apply for the transfer. And I'll live in the manor till I'm old and senile. I'll never move out.”

Bruce laughed. “If you insist,” he said. But he sounded kind of glad.

They'd reached Damian's door. It was shut. Locked too, no doubt. Dick knocked on it.

“Hey Dami, wanna watch a Pixar movie?”

“Go away!” Damian yelled.

“Damian,” Bruce said, “open the door, please.”

A pause. Then footsteps across the carpeted floor. The door cracked open the tiniest bit.

“Father?” Damian said. His eyes were narrow. “You're okay?”

“I'm sorry I scared you like that,” Bruce said. The door opened all the way, and there Damian was, looking at Bruce, his face all pinched. He looked small.

“I wasn't scared,” Damian said. He sounded almost angry.

“Alright,” Bruce said, “I'm sorry I worried you.”

“Tt,” Damian said. “It is okay. I am. . . glad you are better.”

Bruce held out his arms then, and Damian wavered for a moment before he crumbled, and ran into them. Bruce had his arms around him pretty tight, and Damian was clinging on too.

“I was scared,” Damian admitted, his voice muffled into Bruce's chest.

“That's okay,” Bruce said quietly, “I was, too.��

Dick grinned. This was a shit day, and to be honest, probably a shit month for Bruce, but everything was going to be okay.

And then he took a picture of the two of them, before anyone could notice.

“So,” he said, “Ratatouille or Wall-E?”

Both of them groaned. Dick grinned again.

“Ratatouille it is,” he said.

[thesebatbrats]

masterlist *:･ﾟ✧

dick grayson

01. happy birthday, you dork! - fluff and cursing. 

02. i’ve spotted a hot officer, over - fluff !

jason todd

01. tipsey motorcycles - action and fluff.

02. fixing your stitches - feely chastising.

damian wayne

01. assumption makes an ass out of you and out of me - meeting the parents tm

miscellaneous/headcanons 

01. batboys favorite pick up lines - lmao flirting.

02. when alfred knits you sweaters... - fluff.

03. lgbt+ !! - w o a h z e r s h c

04. the best bat-dads - uh... dads?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Blood Runs Thicker Than Water

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/74mJDzh

by Random_Nerd3

George finally returns home after living in London for the last (almost) five years of his life. With his past unwinding in front of him, he's forced to address the problems he left behind. Including his strained relationship with his father and older brother, facing his reincarnated little brother, and meeting a whole slew of new members of the family.

Or

I thought "What if George was actually a Wayne" and my bestie enabled me.

Rated Mature b/c Gotham City.

No Smut in this one.

Words: 2513, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Lockwood & His Collection Of Idiots

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Lockwood & Co. (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: George Cubbins | George Karim, Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas

Relationships: Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, George Cubbins | George Karim & Everyone, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: George Karim Is A Wayne, Secret Past, Other Various Batfamily Members Will Appear, Lockwood and Co Go To Gotham City, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Found Family, Healing, George Cubbins | George Karim Swears, Past George Cubbins | George Karim/Anthony Lockwood, Developing OT3, Developing Relationship, healing trauma, Post-Season/Series 01, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Not Canon Compliant, George Cubbins | George Karim Is Traumatized, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/74mJDzh

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【予約受付中‼️2018年9月19日発売‼️※画面をタップするとCD通販サイトへ飛びます‼︎】MONKEY PARK Vol.5 –COVER REMIX- mixed by Nari of Monkey Rock 形態：MIX CD 品番：MRCD-005 レーベル：MONKEY ROCK 発売日：2018年9月19日 価格：1,204円＋税 ハードコアプレイでお馴染み、名古屋の人気ファンデーションサウンドMONKEY ROCKの大好評シリーズ“MONKEY PARK ”の第5弾！ 今回はカヴァーリミックスを36曲収録！ あのビッグチューンにこんなリミックスがあるんだ！こんなカヴァーもあるんだ！ などなど…、新旧問わずMONKEY ROCKらしい超変化球なMIX！ 01 The Israelites – Desmond Dekker & Apache Indian 02 All This Music – Tippa Irie 03 Dancehall Ram – Shabba Ranks 04 Dukku Dukku – Keith & Tex & Shabba Ranks 05 Gimmi the Luv – Keith & Tex & Skarra Mucci 06 Movie Star – Delroy Wilson & Skarra Mucci 07 My Best Girl – John Holt & Bounty Killer 08 Sweat – Inner Circle 09 Bad Boys – Inner Circle 10 Hear Me Through The Grapevine – Marvin Gaye 11 Tricks Kill People – Buju Banton 12 The Mission(Acoustic) – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley 13 Promise Land – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley & Nas 14 Don’t Want To Be No General – Bushman 15 Johnny Murderer – Johnny Osbourne 16 Pass The Kutchie – Mighty Diamonds & Mr Williamz & Yellowman 17 Babylon In Helicopter – Mr Williamz 18 Police In Helicopter – Millon Stylez 19 Fade Away2006 – Jr Byles & Million Stylez 20 Conscious Anthem – Johnny Osbourne & Wayne Smith 21 Push Up Yu Lighta – Junior Cat 22 Scalp Dem – Super C & Method C 23 When I’ll Fall in Love(Inna Di Yard) – Ken Booth 24 Shanty Town – Ken Booth 25 Don’t Stay Away – Sara Lugo & Joseph Cotton 26 Good Thing Going – Aswad 27 Girl Is Mine – Morgan Heritage 28 Reggae Night – Morgan Heritage 29 Peace Begins Within – Zara Mcfarlane 30 Through The Years – Luciano 31 Take Five – North East Ska Jazz Orchestra 32 Simmer Down – Lollypop Lorry 33 I Won’t Let You Go – Lollypop Lorry 34 Monkey Man – Amy Winehouse 35 I Like Your Style Dreadsquad – Top Cat & Turntable Dubbers & Sebski 36 Hors Contrôle – Papa Style #monkeyrock #music #reggae #cover #remix #音楽好きな人と繋がりたい https://www.instagram.com/p/BnfymCHhH4Y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tqn31dvncq5h

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【予約受付中‼️2018年9月19日発売‼️】MONKEY PARK Vol.5 –COVER REMIX- mixed by Nari of Monkey Rock 形態：MIX CD 品番：MRCD-005 レーベル：MONKEY ROCK 発売日：2018年9月19日 価格：1,204円＋税 ハードコアプレイでお馴染み、名古屋の人気ファンデーションサウンドMONKEY ROCKの大好評シリーズ“MONKEY PARK ”の第5弾！ 今回はカヴァーリミックスを36曲収録！ あのビッグチューンにこんなリミックスが���るんだ！こんなカヴァーもあるんだ！ などなど…、新旧問わずMONKEY ROCKらしい超変化球なMIX！ 01 The Israelites – Desmond Dekker & Apache Indian 02 All This Music – Tippa Irie 03 Dancehall Ram – Shabba Ranks 04 Dukku Dukku – Keith & Tex & Shabba Ranks 05 Gimmi the Luv – Keith & Tex & Skarra Mucci 06 Movie Star – Delroy Wilson & Skarra Mucci 07 My Best Girl – John Holt & Bounty Killer 08 Sweat – Inner Circle 09 Bad Boys – Inner Circle 10 Hear Me Through The Grapevine – Marvin Gaye 11 Tricks Kill People – Buju Banton 12 The Mission(Acoustic) – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley 13 Promise Land – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley & Nas 14 Don’t Want To Be No General – Bushman 15 Johnny Murderer – Johnny Osbourne 16 Pass The Kutchie – Mighty Diamonds & Mr Williamz & Yellowman 17 Babylon In Helicopter – Mr Williamz 18 Police In Helicopter – Millon Stylez 19 Fade Away2006 – Jr Byles & Million Stylez 20 Conscious Anthem – Johnny Osbourne & Wayne Smith 21 Push Up Yu Lighta – Junior Cat 22 Scalp Dem – Super C & Method C 23 When I’ll Fall in Love(Inna Di Yard) – Ken Booth 24 Shanty Town – Ken Booth 25 Don’t Stay Away – Sara Lugo & Joseph Cotton 26 Good Thing Going – Aswad 27 Girl Is Mine – Morgan Heritage 28 Reggae Night – Morgan Heritage 29 Peace Begins Within – Zara Mcfarlane 30 Through The Years – Luciano 31 Take Five – North East Ska Jazz Orchestra 32 Simmer Down – Lollypop Lorry 33 I Won’t Let You Go – Lollypop Lorry 34 Monkey Man – Amy Winehouse 35 I Like Your Style Dreadsquad – Top Cat & Turntable Dubbers & Sebski 36 Hors Contrôle – Papa Style #monkeyrock #music #reggae #cover #remix #音楽好きな人と繋がりたい (Nagoya-shi, Aichi, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnfxn5MhFxT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u38n56j2xy8t

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【予約受付中‼️2018年9月19日発売‼️※画面をタップするとCD通販サイトへ飛びます‼︎】MONKEY PARK Vol.5 –COVER REMIX- mixed by Nari of Monkey Rock 形態：MIX CD 品番：MRCD-005 レーベル：MONKEY ROCK 発売日：2018年9月19日 価格：1,204円＋税 ハードコアプレイでお馴染み、名古屋の人気ファンデーションサウンドMONKEY ROCKの大好評シリーズ“MONKEY PARK ”の第5弾！ 今回はカヴァーリミックスを36曲収録！ あのビッグチューンにこんなリミックスがあるんだ！こんなカヴァーもあるんだ！ などなど…、新旧問わずMONKEY ROCKらしい超変化球なMIX！ 01 The Israelites – Desmond Dekker & Apache Indian 02 All This Music – Tippa Irie 03 Dancehall Ram – Shabba Ranks 04 Dukku Dukku – Keith & Tex & Shabba Ranks 05 Gimmi the Luv – Keith & Tex & Skarra Mucci 06 Movie Star – Delroy Wilson & Skarra Mucci 07 My Best Girl – John Holt & Bounty Killer 08 Sweat – Inner Circle 09 Bad Boys – Inner Circle 10 Hear Me Through The Grapevine – Marvin Gaye 11 Tricks Kill People – Buju Banton 12 The Mission(Acoustic) – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley 13 Promise Land – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley & Nas 14 Don’t Want To Be No General – Bushman 15 Johnny Murderer – Johnny Osbourne 16 Pass The Kutchie – Mighty Diamonds & Mr Williamz & Yellowman 17 Babylon In Helicopter – Mr Williamz 18 Police In Helicopter – Millon Stylez 19 Fade Away2006 – Jr Byles & Million Stylez 20 Conscious Anthem – Johnny Osbourne & Wayne Smith 21 Push Up Yu Lighta – Junior Cat 22 Scalp Dem – Super C & Method C 23 When I’ll Fall in Love(Inna Di Yard) – Ken Booth 24 Shanty Town – Ken Booth 25 Don’t Stay Away – Sara Lugo & Joseph Cotton 26 Good Thing Going – Aswad 27 Girl Is Mine – Morgan Heritage 28 Reggae Night – Morgan Heritage 29 Peace Begins Within – Zara Mcfarlane 30 Through The Years – Luciano 31 Take Five – North East Ska Jazz Orchestra 32 Simmer Down – Lollypop Lorry 33 I Won’t Let You Go – Lollypop Lorry 34 Monkey Man – Amy Winehouse 35 I Like Your Style Dreadsquad – Top Cat & Turntable Dubbers & Sebski 36 Hors Contrôle – Papa Style #monkeyrock #music #reggae #cover #remix #音楽好きな人と繋がりたい https://www.instagram.com/p/BnbSJANhBD5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=196sxv7i9z207

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【予約受付中‼️2018年9月19日発売‼️※画面をタップするとCD通販サイトへ飛びます‼︎】MONKEY PARK Vol.5 –COVER REMIX- mixed by Nari of Monkey Rock 形態：MIX CD 品番：MRCD-005 レーベル：MONKEY ROCK 発売日：2018年9月19日 価格：1,204円＋税 ハードコアプレイでお馴染み、名古屋の人気ファンデーションサウンドMONKEY ROCKの大好評シリーズ“MONKEY PARK ”の第5弾！ 今回はカヴァーリミックスを36曲収録！ あのビッグチューンにこんなリミックスがあるんだ！こんなカヴァーもあるんだ！ などなど…、新旧問わずMONKEY ROCKらしい超変化球なMIX！ 01 The Israelites – Desmond Dekker & Apache Indian 02 All This Music – Tippa Irie 03 Dancehall Ram – Shabba Ranks 04 Dukku Dukku – Keith & Tex & Shabba Ranks 05 Gimmi the Luv – Keith & Tex & Skarra Mucci 06 Movie Star – Delroy Wilson & Skarra Mucci 07 My Best Girl – John Holt & Bounty Killer 08 Sweat – Inner Circle 09 Bad Boys – Inner Circle 10 Hear Me Through The Grapevine – Marvin Gaye 11 Tricks Kill People – Buju Banton 12 The Mission(Acoustic) – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley 13 Promise Land – Dennis Brown & Damian Jr Marley & Nas 14 Don’t Want To Be No General – Bushman 15 Johnny Murderer – Johnny Osbourne 16 Pass The Kutchie – Mighty Diamonds & Mr Williamz & Yellowman 17 Babylon In Helicopter – Mr Williamz 18 Police In Helicopter – Millon Stylez 19 Fade Away2006 – Jr Byles & Million Stylez 20 Conscious Anthem – Johnny Osbourne & Wayne Smith 21 Push Up Yu Lighta – Junior Cat 22 Scalp Dem – Super C & Method C 23 When I’ll Fall in Love(Inna Di Yard) – Ken Booth 24 Shanty Town – Ken Booth 25 Don’t Stay Away – Sara Lugo & Joseph Cotton 26 Good Thing Going – Aswad 27 Girl Is Mine – Morgan Heritage 28 Reggae Night – Morgan Heritage 29 Peace Begins Within – Zara Mcfarlane 30 Through The Years – Luciano 31 Take Five – North East Ska Jazz Orchestra 32 Simmer Down – Lollypop Lorry 33 I Won’t Let You Go – Lollypop Lorry 34 Monkey Man – Amy Winehouse 35 I Like Your Style Dreadsquad – Top Cat & Turntable Dubbers & Sebski 36 Hors Contrôle – Papa Style #monkeyrock #music #reggae #cover #remix #音楽好きな人と繋がりたい https://www.instagram.com/p/BnbSBgGBzQm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i50iczjf3vn