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godstaff · 4 years

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Diana and Kal bring Aster and Selene to the Watch Tower on bring your child to work day

J’onn and Oliver, this year organizers of the “Bring Your Child to Work”, were terrified something could go wrong. They’ve crossed all the “T’s” and dotted all the “I’s”, but the feeling of unrest remained.

Oliver: Why the hell are we still doing this scheisse? It’s an invitation for potential snafu to happen!

J’onn: You don’t have kids and...

Oliver: Thank goodness I don’t!

J’onn: ...you don’t, therefore you can’t understand the educational potential of the experience. Also, how it helps to create a closer bond between the children and their parents, making the little ones put themselves in the shoes of a grown up.

Oliver: What do you kno...nothing. I’m sorry. Continue.

J’onn: Yes: I had a daughter...and a home (his red eyes got wet). But it’s not only that: I also have empathy, a thing your fortune can’t buy, it seems.

Oliver: Look, J’onn...I’m an asshole. I didn’t mean...I’m so, so sorry.

J’onn: Don’t give it any more thought. We can’t be stuck in the past. How’s the scanning filters working?

Oliver (checking the blue light arches in all the entrances): All seven working at full capacity. I believe nothing undesired will past them.

J’onn: Good. Let’s check the recently installed emergency toilets. Children have a much smaller bladder than adults, among other things.

So they continued with the preparations for the following day.

The following day:

Aster was already 12, but this was his first visit to the fortress since Diana and Kal took him as a baby to introduce him to the League.

Aster: Dad: are you sure Damian will be there? I don’t want to get bored if the other kids turn out to be a pain in the a...

Clark: Language. Uncle Bruce promised. Besides, I don’t think the little snot will miss the opportunity of visit a place more technologically advanced than the Cave. He may even learn something.

Aster: Good. At least, I can have fun pissing him off.

Clark: Why d’you wanna do that?

Aster: C’mon! Don’t tell me you don’t do the same with uncle Bru...Batman.

Clark: Okay, but try to be as subtle as I am: don’t be too obvious or they’ll notice you are making fun of him.

Aster (with a confident smile): “Subtle” is my middle name.

Clark: No, it’s not: it’s Martin. And you have the subtlety of a raging bull in a place full of china. Be careful. Besides, you’ll meet with other kids. Try to mingle. Promise?

Aster: A-ha.

Diana was helping Selene get ready. “Lena” was already 24 and 7′2″ tall, but she was trying to get used to the place soon to be her working place: the Watchtower, as soon as she finishes college, her 10th doctorate. Besides, it was an opportunity to be with her aunts, Karen (Power Woman), Kari (Superwoman) and Donna Troy. She hoped to see Irey West again. Last time they met, there was a certain vibe between them, and Lena wanted to explore it further, if it still was there.

Selene: Tell me the truth: do I look fat in this suit?

Diana: Sweetie: you don’t have visible fat in all your body. Nothing can make you look fat. You have all the curves in the right places. Stop being so insecure.

Selene: But I’m too bulky...

Diana: That was a awkward phase when you were 17, but it’s in the past. Why this negative body image? Your brother only wants to piss you off when he calls you “Big Larda”.

Selene: Don’t say it! I’m gonna kill the insufferable gremlin! But it’s not him this time, I’m expecting to be reacquainted with somebody I knew 2 years ago.

Diana: Who’s she? Do I know her?

Selene (lowering her eyes): Irey, Irey West.

Diana: Wally’s daughter? Cute girl! Don’t worry: if there’s still something there, it will manifest itself. If not, it wasn’t meant to be. Her lost if she let’s my baby go by.

Selene (pouting): I’m not a baby.

Diana: Of course you are. You’ll always be, even if you are of legal age to drink (Both women merged in an emotional embrace. As tall as Diana is, she’s got shrunk by the height of her daughter).

Once on the satellite, Clark wanted to give Aster the visitor’s tour, but with no waste of time, the children went their own separate ways. Clark expected that from his eldest, already a grown woman, but wanted to spend some time boasting about his working place in front of his pre-teen kid.

Clark: Oh, well. Want to have a beer, Honey?

Diana: Sorry, the girls are already drinking wine. Smells like a nice Merlot. Bye, Melopita.

Clark: Go enjoy your gossiping spree, Honey. J’onn! Oli! Hi, guys! Great job, with the arrangements!

Oli: Thanks! Mostly J’onn’s merit.

J’onn: He’s exaggerating, of course. But there’s more: Batman prepared a surprise for the children. A detective mystery.

Clark: Interesting. Let me find Bruce, so he walks me through his preparations, so I don’t spoil the entertainment with any interference from my part.

After fetching a snack and a soda, Aster went looking for Damian.

Aster: Hey, “Robian”. What’s up?

Damian: Kent. Already eating, I see. Careful with the carbs.

Aster: Don’t sweat. I’m still in my developing years. (Aster towered over Damian by 4″, even though he was 1 year younger), I need sustenance. You should eat more if you wanna gain a few inches.

Damian: According to my current diet, perfectly balanced, and my DNA antecedents, my stature, when my growth has completed, will be exactly 6′1″. My estimations are precise: I’ve contemplated...

Aster: Yeah, I’m sure it was a thorough calculation. Lots of fun, I’m sure. But, tell me: what can we do in this place so we don’t die of boredom?

Selene met her aunt Karen near the bar, sipping a glass of chardonnay.

Selene: Auntie Karen! Long time no see! How are you?

Karen: Shhh! Just “Karen”, please. Don’t make me look older.

Selene: You’ll never gonna look old. Dad told me that, as long as we’re under a yello...

Karen: It’s the perception what matters. If they see me with a grown ass woman, who calls me “auntie”, it doesn’t matter how I look if people get the idea of me being from a previous generation than somebody like you.

Selene: Okay. So, tell me, “Karen”, how’s your company?

Karen: Blossoming! My engineers developed a new chip capable of three times the clock speed of the faster microprocessor and half the size.

Selene: Any chance of you suggesting some Kryptoniian shortcuts.

Karen: I may had dropped a hint or two...

Selene: That’s cheating.

Karen: That’s business.

Selene: Oooh! Careful, Mrs. Luthor.

Karen: It’s “Miss”. And it would be developed a year or two from now, anyway. It was in the plans of every major computer company. You know? I liked you better when you were just a wide eye brat, without so much scruples.

Selene: I love you too. I still remember when you used your boobs to make us skip the line for ice cream in Disney World.

Karen: I plead the fifth (laughs).

Aster and Damian sneaked inside the Command Center of the Station.

Damien: I found out Father prepared a “surprise” to keep us kids involved in a “wild goose chase”. It involves a fake security breach here, in the Watchtower. The idea is make the children discover the infiltrate. I plan to give it a reality twist.

Aster: Sounds like fun. How are you planning to do that...?

(To be continued)

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anchinoe · 5 years

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Daggers of The Tongue

Also available on AO3.

This is the sequel to I Am Not a Robot.

The Justice League meeting room was filled with its members, a soft chatter between them while they waited for the only member that wasn’t there yet.

Flash, who was scanning the room, getting a grasp of all the different conversations going on, noticed an extra chair with a Batman logo on it. He cocked his head and turned to the only person in the room who could have any idea of what was going on.

“Superman, is someone else joining us today?” he tilted his head towards the bat-stamped chairs at the head of the table. Slowly, his teammates quieted down and looked at Superman with curious gazes.

“Uh, well, I…” the Kryptonian scratched the back of his head, glancing at the chairs in confusion. He fell silent mid-sentence and furrowed his brow, clearly listening beyond the walls. A small smile formed on his face and they all relaxed. It wasn’t a threat.

“What?” Diana asked when their teammate turned to her and arched his brows in delight.

That’s when everyone heard the voices outside the door. Muffled but audible.

“I still think this was unnecessary.” A distorted voice complained.

“Hnn”

“You could literally have told her in private and save us both from this situation.” The voice kept on. There was a couple of seconds of silence and then Batman answered in a soft voice.

“I meant what I said to you.” More silence. “I trust you. And I would never be ashamed of you.”

“Whatever, old man.”

“Aren’t you going to take off the helmet?”

“It’s a hood.” The voice sounded offended. “I’ll take it off when you take off your cowl.”

They barely heard a sigh before the door opened. They all straightened and looked anywhere else.

“We are sorry for our tardiness.” The gravel voice was back as Batman walked to his seat at the table, facing the door.

A man followed him. He was bulky and tall, maybe just as bulky and tall as Batman. He wore cargo pants and a leather jacket, a red bat on his chest and a crimson hood covered his entire head. He hesitated for a second, faced with the world’s mightiest heroes before following the caped vigilante towards the head of the table.

The newcomer didn’t acknowledge anyone as he walked slowly but confidently past them. Until Wonder Woman got up and faced him. Everyone tensed, unsure, but then she smiled brightly and flexed her fingers, as if she wished to grasp something. Someone.

“Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was soft and happy. Her body language was relaxed and welcoming. Completely trusting. The man froze in place, in shock.

Then his shoulders sagged, the tension leaving him. He took another step towards her.

“Aunt D,” though distorted by the hood, his voice was soft. As if that was what she was waiting for, Diana wrapped her strong arms around him. She must have used a considerable amount of strength because a surprised oof escaped her declared nephew.

“Hey,” the young man circled his arms around her as well and Diana beamed. Had anyone been looking at Batman, they would have noticed how he was trying to suppress his smile.

Diana stepped back still smiling and put her hands on his shoulders. He cleared his throat when she let him resume his walk towards his seat between her and Batman.

That’s when the attention shifted from him to the Dark Knight.

“Thank you all for coming to the meeting.” He stopped, waiting for the hooded vigilante to take a sit. “This is the Red Hood. He is my…”

“Associate.”

“… son.” They looked at each other when everyone raised their brows.

Hal Jordan whistled mockingly somewhere in the room. Red Hood turned his head slowly in his direction, cocking his head and managing to look thoroughly unimpressed. Batman grunted.

“I’m here to help with a case.” Red Hood drew a lazy circle on the surface of the table. “I’ll leave y’all big guys with your super-secret society as soon as I’m done.” He gestured to the whole room, ignoring Batman’s pursed lips.

There was some silent tension between father and son, they all saw it, but Batman gave in and proceeded with the meeting. After discussing the latest intervention of the Lanterns in Central City and Lex Luthor’s last scheme, Batman turned around to his left to face Wonder Woman and his son.

“As some of you might know, Wonder Woman has been working on a case of human trafficking.” Batman said out loud. “My…” he cleared his throat when he felt Red Hood’s glare through the helmet, “Red Hood has important information about the organization.”

Everyone turned to the young man. Red Hood adjusted his posture a little on his seat and activated the Watchtower’s computer with his voice, putting up several files and footage of what seemed to be the trafficking ring in question.

“I had some of my guys tell me what they were up to,” he explained, zooming on one of the pictures. “I would have gone myself if hadn’t known Wonder Woman was running the case.”

“And what did you discover?” Wonder Woman asked, eyeing the holograms.

“Well, it caught my attention because I suspected the League of Assassins may be involved.” He raised a hand when he felt Batman opening his mouth. “But, after some investigations, I’ve discovered that it all connects to Bane.”

“Bane?”

“Yes,” Jason said. He straightened in the chair and cleared his throat. “My contact in the League confirmed they’re not involved. But their agents caught on whatever Bane’s got going on.”

“Your contact.” Bruce’s face was blank, his tone controlled, but the other members of the League recognized the steel underneath the words.

Red Hood ignored it.

“Yes, my contact. They shared their information. Turns out Bane is trying different alternatives to Venom, but he’s not willing to try them himself. Hence, the abducting.” He gestured to the footage of people being shoved inside vehicles.

No one said anything for a whole minute.

“How reliable is this contact.” It was a question, but Batman didn’t bother to make it sound like one.

Red Hood’s shoulders tensed.

“Very reliable,” he gritted.

It was remarkable, Clark thought, how they seemed to have a staring contest when they weren’t even looking at each other. He winced from his chair at Bruce’s other side.

“We can’t remove the League of Assassins from the suspects list just because she told you to,” Batman’s jaw did that violent thing that always made Clark afraid he might break some teeth.

Red Hood turned very slowly to look at Batman. Something dangerous in his body language.

“You have to be kidding me,” he softly said, contradicting the barely contained rage.

“You’re biased.”

Red Hood let a humorless laugh out.

“I’m not the one dragging our family drama into work.”

Green Arrow squirmed in his seat, a few places over.

“I trained you,” Batman said through his teeth, “to be a detective. Your responsibility is to investigate every possibility, more so if one of the suspects is the leader of a terrorist organization.”

“Yeah, well,” Red Hood said, “we can all agree to leave the paranoia and prejudice to you. Some of us need to trust people from time to time so we don’t jump off a cliff.”

“Oh?” Bruce’s voice trembled. Clark had never seen him restrain himself like that when he was this angry. “Is that what you were going for when you killed those other international terrorists?”

There was a blur of movement, a loud clank and a labored breath. Red Hood was standing very still, looking ahead to the door. His heavy chair had fallen to the floor with the violent movement.

The silence was deafening. The League members were holding their breath. Not one of them had ever seen Jason and Bruce going at it. And, from what Clark had heard from Dick and Damian, this wasn’t even among the worst ones. Clark knew there had been guns and knives at one point. Punches and grenades.

Even knowing this, he looked at Jason closely. He noticed the deep and sharp breaths, the fingers at both sides of his legs, twitching for the holsters. Clark knew Diana was about to come between them, but Jason beat her to it.

“You know what?” His tone was casual as he circled the chair and put it upright, as if nothing had ever happened. “You’re completely right. It makes zero sense that I would trust the person who risked her life and position to save my life while my Dad was having a chitchat every other Friday with my murderer.”

He wiped the non-existent dust form his pants. He didn’t look back to see Bruce’s reaction. He looked at Diana, whose eyes were teary and whose lips were pursed. He rested his hand on her shoulder, the lightest touch, and Diana put her strong hand over his and squeezed when he whispered something into her ear. She nodded once.

All of them saw Red Hood walk out the meeting room, shoulders tense and fists clenched, not bothering to close the doors behind him.

“This meeting has concluded,” Diana announced.

There were two seconds of complete stillness, and all of a sudden every member of the League wanted to get out of the room as soon as possible.

“Dinah,” Diana called out, eyeing Bruce. He hadn’t moved since Jason lashed out. “Could you please stay?”

Dinah looked from her, to Bruce, to Clark, somewhere at Bruce’s right, trying to talk to him. She nodded and Diana sighed in relief.

She had a nephew to spar with.

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It wasn’t until he hit the floor for the fifth time that he spoke. He knew tomorrow he’d be peppered with bruises and scratches. He already felt a bruise forming in his jaw from Diana’s kick.

“Is he okay?” Jason asked, looking at the floor.

He was beyond mad, and yet, the only thing he could think about was Bruce’s stillness. His lack of fire. He’d seen it before. He hated knowing how miserable Bruce was probably feeling after their fight.

“I asked Dinah to stay and help,” Diana said, offering a hand for Jason to get up.

He took it and grimaced at the ache in his ribs. Diana gestured for him to follow her to the bench near the entrance.

“Do you want my advice?” she asked, handing him a bottle of water.

Jason swallowed half of it and sat down next to her.

It was strange, how close they had become since the very first time they met. Jason wasn’t even six when he had started idolizing Wonder Woman. A fierce and strong woman who stood up for the weak. A heroine who could bring an entire army to their knees.

Very early on in life, he knew he wanted to be as strong as her. He wanted to protect women and children and give back to the world everything good his Mom had done for him. Willis said he shouldn’t like a “girl hero” and threw away Jason’s Wonder Woman shirt. His Mom had given it to him for his birthday.

When Bruce took him in, he had been too preoccupied surviving to keep up with whatever his favorite superhero was doing. He’d had other good role models, like Leslie. But when he first saw her in person, almost hiding behind Bruce’s cape, it was like looking at the moon for the first time.

She was so beautiful and unlike anything Jason had imagined. Her muscles could compete with Bruce’s. Her lasso hung from her belt, glowing. And there, on top of her head, she wore the royal tiara. Jason realized he was in the presence of a princess. A warrior princess.

He had gaped and looked at her with wonder when she crouched in front of him, ignoring Bruce’s arched eyebrow. And Jason was so afraid to reach out and touch her, or even speak. She was a goddess.

“And who might this little one be?” she asked with the kindest of smiles.

“This is Robin,” Bruce explained when he remained in stunned silence.

It was the familiar voice what brought him back to his senses, making him talk before he could even regret it.

“The Boy Wonder,” he whispered. In his mind, it was imperative that he stated his other title. He was proud to share even the tiniest thing with her.

“Boy Wonder, huh?” She ruffled his hair. It felt like being blessed by the gods, at the moment. “Seems we already have much in common.”

And she had grabbed his hand, nonchalantly and started asking questions about the cave. Jason had looked back at Bruce, not really believing any of it was true.

It took her a long time to convince him not to call her Princess, or Ma’am, or Miss Prince. But Jason couldn’t wrap his head around calling her just Diana, like everyone else. It was when she took him out for ice cream once that he remembered his Mom’s best friend, who had always given him cookies and smiled when she saw him.

“Can I call you Aunt Diana?” he had asked, almost too shy to speak above a whisper.

It was the first time he saw Diana Prince caught off guard. He had felt anxious, thinking maybe she didn’t like the idea, maybe he had read the situation wrong. But then she had given him a blinding smile which Superman would have been jealous of, and just said:

“Yes. Of course.”

“When have you ever kept any piece of advice for yourself?” Jason retorted playfully.

“I give you nothing but the best.” She smirked, letting the friendly silence settle down between them. “Be a little patient.”

“It’s hard to be when you have a paranoid bastard throwing all your past mistakes at your face,” he said bitterly. He really had thought they were past all that shit.

What a fool.

“I know,” she squeezed his shoulder, “I’ve worked with him for years. But your control will make you the better man. And you’ll win the arguments without feeling guilty, afterwards.”

He buried his face on his hands and groaned. He hated knowing that she was right. He hated that he knew how Bruce’s mind worked. He hated that he knew, when Bruce asked him for a second chance, that it would not be easy.

“I’m so angry right now.”

“You have the right to be angry.” She commented.

“Not really, though,” he sighed. “I want to be angry because he doesn’t trust my word on Talia. But I know this doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

He brought his fist down, frustrated. Diana hummed.

“Talia kept two of his sons hidden from him. She’s tried to killed people he cares about on multiple occasions.” Diana stated. “It’s going to be a long time before Bruce trusts anything that comes out of her mouth.”

“Yeah, but I know her, D.” He ran his fingers through his curls.

“Maybe,” Diana conceded. “Or maybe you know the parts of her she wants you to know. You vouching for your Mom isn’t going to change the past.”

“She’s not my Mom,” Jason said petulantly.

“She gave you life. In my culture, that makes her your Mother.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “But then again, you are just too prone to idolizing women around you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It can be,” she looked serious, “if you’re willing to look past all their flaws.”

Jason clenched his teeth, not willing to admit the truth. He knew he’d have to talk to Bruce and set some boundaries, talk things out. He was probably in some dark corner, blaming himself for every catastrophe that happened since his birth. Jason was overwhelmed, realizing how wrong that made him feel. They really were a fucked up family.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “As your nephew, I feel obligated to visit Themyscira sometime. Meet queen Hippolyta. Be trained by badass Amazons. You could brag about how cute I am and everything.”

She stared at him a couple of seconds and burst out laughing. She wiped a tear and smiled.

“You really have a death wish.”

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fallenqueen2 · 5 years

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I Had To [Slade/Robin Week 2019-Day 1]

Batman and Robin are alerted to a theft in progress at Wayne Tower, when they arrive they are shocked at the identity of the thief.

Day 1 [October 25] Caught in the Act | Collars

@sladerobinweek

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“Who is stupid enough to try and rob Wayne tower in Gotham?” Damian grunted through the com’s as he swung through the air next to Batman.

“This thief has been making a name for himself throughout Gotham, but this is the first time he has been caught on a camera feed,” Batman replied as he and Robin soared through Gotham, Wayne Tower glowing like a beacon before them.

“Caught on purpose?” Robin inquired as he and his father landed on the top of the tower. Batman fell quiet and Robin dropped into a fighting stance as their eyes landed on the dark back of a tall man. The man was staring over Gotham, still and body lose. Held in his left hand was a cylinder with a glowing substance inside of it, obviously what he had stolen from R&D.

“Put the tech down and put your hands up in the air,” Batman barked out, fingers brushing over his utility belt as Robin unsheathed his sword as the thief put the cylinder into his own belt before holding his hands up.

Robin almost dropped his sword and Batman took half a step back when the thief turned around and slowly, Dick Grayson’s unmasked face was staring back at them. His blue eyes full of anguish and glowing almost unnaturally in the darkness of the night.

“What?” Robin whispered before a snarl was ripped from him when his eyes landed on the (bulky and obviously packed with explosives) collar that was snug around Dick’s neck. Batman bared his teeth at the sight of Deathstroke’s obvious colour scheme on the outfit Dick was now sporting.

“We can talk about this later, for now, surrender and we’ll get that collar off of you,” Batman bit out, trying to control his anger at Slade Wilson who had somehow gotten his hands on his eldest once more. Batman was tempted to break his no-killing policy for this man as Dick shook his head remorsefully, still not uttering a word.

Batman tensed when Dick cocked his head to the side like he was listening to a voice and suddenly he was a blur of black and orange. Batman leapt to the side, predicting his original partner’s movements, but Robin did not.

Dick had Robin in a chokehold; arms firm and steady as Robin thrashed against him. Dick’s eyes were closed and his face was buried in Damian’s hair as he gently lowered the now going limp form of his little brother to the roof. Batman was aiming his taser at his eldest, needing to stop him without hurting him when he ducked out of the way of a sword that was cutting through the air behind him.

“Not bad Bats,” Deathstroke’s voice rang out as Batman twisted around to use his gauntlet to block Slade’s next sword strike. Batman ducked under Slade’s guard, fist rushing towards Slade’s face but he froze with a loud exhale. His fist was shaking and stopped mere inches away from making contact with Dick’s pale face.

Dick was standing between Batman and Slade with his arms out and blue eyes burning into Batman’s lens covered eyes.

“Dick, stand down,” Batman growled as his eyes darted over to where Damian was still unconsciousness on the ground, but not harmed in the least.

“I don’t think so Bats, see the only man Richard will be taking orders from anymore will be me,” Slade sounded cocky as he slung his arm around Dick’s waist in what looked like a practiced move that had Bruce’s blood boiling.

“He’s mine now,” Slade said as he pressed his dual coloured mask against Dick’s neck in a parody of a kiss as his fingers rubbed at Dick’s hipbone in an intimate way that had Bruce clenching his gloved fists tightly.

“Stay out of our way and I won’t be forced to make Richard kill you,” Slade said smoothly as he lifted up his own grappling hook and with Dick pulled snugly at his side, disappeared from the roof of Wayne Tower.

“I had to,” Bruce’s cowl barely picked up the whisper of Dick’s voice as he and Slade disappeared into the night.

Batman slammed his fist into the floor of the roof as he stared after where Deathstroke and his eldest had disappeared before he realized he was shaking with anger. He would get his eldest back and Deathstroke would pay.

#DCU #caught in the act #collars #canon level violence #hinted Slade/Dick #Nightwing as Slade's Apprentice #fallenqueen2 #sladerobinweek2019 #sladerobinweek

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reddhoodie · 6 years

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I wanna here more about you're genderswapped au! Like, how the girls compare to their canon counterparts in terms of appearance and dynamic with each other and civilian life! I'm just really interested, and I loved your fic!

(I’m so sorry it took me forever to answer this- I wanted to wait until I was on my computer instead of mobile.)

First of all I’m so glad you enjoyed the fic! I really loved writing in that AU and definitely plan to do some more. As for the girls! (This got long so it’s under the cut.)

Brooke Wayne was a pretty average little girl, with her mother’s wavy black hair and her father’s blue eyes.

Growing up and training herself to become a crime fighter, she had to kind of play up the idea of being really into fitness to keep anyone from thinking it was weird that she was built more like an Olympic athlete than a model.

As far as the public is aware, Brooke is a slightly ditsy but well-meaning heiress with an obscene amount of money to blow on frivolous things like bedazzled sports cars. Unlike Bruce Wayne, who’s playfully referred to as a ‘playboy’, she’s more frequently referred to as a ‘slut’.

Her alter ego is still known as Batman, since the armor makes it hard to tell she’s a woman. She doesn’t mind, it’s that much more protection for her actual identity.

When Brooke first adopted Dixie Grayson she was this skinny little acrobat child doing flips everywhere. She had this absolute mop of deep brown hair so dark it looked black with curls going every which way. Alice was the only one who could tame it before important functions or school, otherwise her hair was forever a mess, because she was an active kid.

She had barely turned twelve when puberty hit her like a truckload of bricks. The media took notice immediately and in their eyes she wasn’t a kid anymore, and all that that implies. She was subject to a lot of objectification and some outright predatory behavior. Brooke, having been forced to grow up young herself, didn’t really know what was normal for a kid her age to be involved with, and Dix did some modeling as a preteen and teen, which didn’t help.

Brooke was able to shelter her from most of the worst of it, but it was still a major formative experience for her. She leaned even more heavily on her role of Robin, since no one ever called Robin ‘jailbait’ or commented on her curves.

That stress, combined with some other factors, led to the ‘rough patch’ (understatement) she and Brooke hit in their relationship. When Dix was 17/18 she left the manor, dropped out of the public eye entirely, and became Nightwing.

Dixie as an adult is curvy, and is mostly at peace with that. She’s still got very curly hair but since she wears it much longer (like to her waist, or longer), the curl is a little less obvious. As Nightwing she usually wears it in a ponytail, braid, or pinned up somehow.

A couple of years after Dixie left, Brooke ran into a scrappy street kid named Jaycee Todd who tried to steal the tires from the batmobile.

Baby Jay was skinny too, but not like Dix had been. She wasn’t lean muscle, she was malnourished and small. After living in the manor for a while she picked up some weight, but remained pretty small. She had straight black hair she’d cut herself, and it never looked brushed. Never. Alice would brush it out for her and five minutes later it looked like a mess again. It drove Jay crazy so she eventually got it cut pretty short.

Dix and Jay were wary of each other at first, but since Dixie was afraid Jay would have a childhood like hers had been, she took it upon herself to try and be some kind of older sister to protect her. Jay resisted that at first since it mostly consisted of Dix telling Jay what to do. But they both began to settle into a mostly sisterly relationship after a while.

In direct contrast to Dix, Jaycee didn’t really hit puberty until she was almost sixteen, and even then she stayed pretty small and skinny. Her knees and elbows were always bruised, and her hand-me-downs from Dix were pinned so they wouldn’t fall off her frame. She was often mistaken for a boy.

But then, Jaycee died.

The Lazarus pit had a dramatic effect on her besides just bringing her back to life. She’s as tall as Brooke, and twice as bulky. She’s built like a champion weight lifter, wide and strong and muscular. Her hair, once thin and straight, is thick and wavy, with a shocking white streak right in the front. She wears it in a braid wrapped up under her helmet, and keeps it long. Occasionally she’s still mistaken for a guy, but only when she’s in her full Red Hood gear since she’s more bulky than curvy and doesn’t have much chest to speak of.

After Jay died, Kimberly Drake showed up at Brooke’s doorstep.

Kim was smaller than Dix or Jaycee had been, not an athlete and well fed her whole life, so she was always softer than the two of them had been as kids. Her hair was long and usually braided or in a ponytail, with a bright ribbon tied into it that she hated but her mother insisted on.

Once she became Robin she desperately wanted her hair cut, but her parents wouldn’t allow it (and she couldn’t exactly explain to them just why she suddenly wanted her hair chopped off). So, she smashed some bubblegum into it and told her parents she’d fallen asleep with gum in her mouth. After two hours trying to comb the gum out, her parents relented, and she got it all chopped off into a cute little pixie cut.

Currently Tim is still smaller than her older sisters, although she has a fairly large chest that she gets embarrassed about, so she tends to wear baggy shirts to avoid comments. She let her hair grow out just long enough to curl again, so to about chin length.

And then eventually, just after everything was settling down after Jay came back and all that, Talin (aka genderswapped Talia) showed up with Damian Wayne and was like ‘here’s our daughter enjoy’.

First of all, the reason why Damian is still ‘Damian’ in this AU is because of @identityconstellations headcanon. Long story short it was because Ra’s wanted her to be a boy and so when she was a girl they called her Damian anyway basically to remind her that she’s not what they wanted.

The family mostly calls Damian ‘Dami’, to separate the name from the way she was treated with the League, and just because it’s a natural nickname.

She looks and acts shockingly like Brooke, but has Talin’s green eyes and catlike physique (so far…she’s only thirteen). Her hair is mostly straight but gets wavy when it’s wet or if it’s humid. Dami keeps it shoulder length because she insists it’s more practical.

No one is allowed to mess with her hair, except Alice and Dix. She’ll allow Brooke to brush it but expect a lot of fussing over it, or a scowl while her mother works. She insists she’s old enough for makeup but Brooke disagrees.

I hope this is enough detail on their appearances n’ stuff- I hope to draw all of them at some point to really illustrate the details of how I imagine them. I love talking about this AU so feel free to ask about anything. :>

(Their relationships are pretty much the same as in canon, but maybe with tweaks here and there.)

#genderswapped au #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne

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dccomicsbookshelf · 6 years

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Bat-Sized

at the request of @midnightrooftops here are my headcanons/canon takes on the Bat Clan and their overall height and shape and miscellaneous tidbits related thereto.

Long Post is (Very) Long. I am sorry. I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile.

Bruce: People joke about Brucie all the time but I don’t think they realize just how good of an act Brucie is. Because Bruce Wayne is built like a prize-fighter. 6′2″ (188 cm) broad-shouldered, and just pure muscle. And yet he is widely believed to be the least physically dangerous person in all of Gotham city short of…I’m actually trying to come up with someone the Gotham public believes to be less of a physical threat and drawing a blank. Your average gothamite great-grandmother is more dangerous than Brucie. No one knows how he does it.

Kate: Apparently the tall genes are a Kane thing to go along with the vampire complexions. Kate is 5′11″ (180 cm). She walks around in mini-dresses showing off her arms and thighs. She is ripped, why anyone would ever look at her, even drunk, and think “lets mug this chick” I have no idea. She has a fondness for heels that boost her up into the 6′3″ range. She enjoys intimidating creepy old men.

Barbara: Babs’ adult height, stood on her feet, is 5′7″ (170 cm). She seems fairly unintimidating physique wise until you get a look at her arms. Babs has all the upper-body strength. She can outlast Jason at pull-ups. (And guys have a physical advantage at pull-ups because testosterone builds those muscles. The female body has to work for it.) It is acknowledged that Babs has the best arms in the whole family. She is able to still take to the sky even without having any use of her legs. She was fairly average growing up. Not tall but not short either, no shortage of muscle, as a competitive gymnast and later vigilante, but overall, fairly average for an Olympic level athlete!

Dick: I’m not going to talk about Dick’s butt because there are literally entire blogs devoted to it and I am part of Team Can We Please Stop Objectifying Dick Grayson So Much Thank You. Here’s the thing though, as an adult, Dick stands at 5′10″ (177.5 cm), definitely not short. But for some reason people tend to think of him as short? Which is actually a mix of several things. 1) Dick hangs out with a lot of really tall people. His first girlfriend was 6′5″ (195.6 cm) not counting any added height from her hair. 2) He was frickin’ tiny. Dick Grayson, up until he (finally) got his first major growth spurt at the age of 17 was generally guessed to be at least two years younger than he actually was. It was at its worst in his mid-teens, when most of his friends were at least 6″ taller than him. So a lot of people are just used to thinking of him as short, even though he isn’t anymore. As far as build goes, he’s fairly lean. He bulked up a bit while he was Batman, and hasn’t shed all of it. His current build is between Batman and Pre-Batman. He also has no spine. It’s the only explanation for why he’s still able to do some of the contortions he does. By all rights they should have become impossible for him by the time he was out of his teens. (It’s probably trace electrum from the tooth the Court marked.)

Cassandra: Is petite, though entirely made up of scar tissue and muscle. There was about a year where she, Tim, and Steph were all 5′5″ and they had fun with it, though unlike the other two she never got any taller. Literally every inch of her is muscle. She’s compact and tough as nails. Despite that, she’s on the slender side. Pound for pound she is easily the strongest member of the family. Is the only one who has biceps that could honestly give Babs a run for her money. What she’s really built for is speed and her reaction times are off the charts. Partly because she knows what you are going to do before you do.

Jason: See, here is the thing. Jason was always going to be tall and strongly built, that was never in doubt. He was predicted to grow up to be around Dick’s height and a little bulkier back when he first lived with Bruce. And then he got dunked in a Lazarus Pit which had the effect of removing the damage done by a childhood’s worth of malnutrition, trauma, and poor health. All of which is to say, by the time Jason is done growing he is a freaking tank. He will forever resent Bruce for the one inch the man has on him (Jason is 6′1″/185.5 cm) but he easily comes to match Bruce in sheer size. He enjoys taking advantage of his height and weight…well, advantage to torment his brothers. Dick doesn’t really care, its actually just about the only topic he can’t get Dick riled up on, and Tim just gives him a wearily resigned look whenever he starts looming. Damian stabs him when he picks him up to walk off with but it was totally worth it. Jason is a bruiser and a brawler and is built like the last guy you would want to run into in a dark alley. (Thighs and pecs are what get whistled at for Jason.)

Stephanie: Despite Damian’s insults and insinuations, Steph isn’t fat. She has a sturdy build and isn’t necessarily what you would call thin, but given that she grew up in Crime Alley, that is a point of pride as much as anything. She’s a bit top-heavy, the struggle to find clothes that fit both the boobs and the hips is so very real. So real. She stops growing when she’s still in her mid-teens, ending at 5′6″. She has fantastic core strength. Post-pregnancy, her hips have a tendency to go a little wonky on her, but it isn’t usually an issue. She’s very proud of her abs.

Tim: Tim somehow manages to give off the air of being either a scrawny little dweeb or a slim, trim, aristocrat, depending on the circumstances. It is a lie. Beneath the baggy hoodies and tailored jackets he’s lightly built, yes, but the boy’s got some muscle on him. He’s self-conscious because, comparatively speaking, his physique isn’t that impressive. He only thinks that because he’s comparing himself to Bruce, Cass, Jason, and Dick. By normal, not-obsessive-vigilante human standards he’s very impressive. Height-wise…He was always just slightly on the small side but he maintained a pretty steady growth rate up until he just…stopped growing. No growth spurts to save him, he reached 5′8″ (172.5 cm) a couple of months after his nineteenth birthday and just stayed there. That leaves him, once he’s done growing, two inches shorter than Dick.

Duke: Matches up to Kate’s 5′11″ with a build not dissimilar to Dick’s, though slightly stockier. Has fantastic shoulders. He likes his height, he’s safely in the middle of the Family, so he doesn’t get dragged into most of the “shorty/giant” hi-jinks. He was also tall and broad enough by the time he joined the Family that he has been able to (mostly) avoid Cross-dressing For Justice™. Was somewhat disappointed to find that his size is not enough to always protect him from being picked up/tossed around. Dick and Jason have both done so at least once.

Damian: Dami is a midget okay. He’s almost as small as Dick was at his age, just a slight bit stockier. (Dick was scrawny on top of being a shrimp) Damian weighs a lot though. He’s a solid little bundle of rage and muscle. The thing is, he won’t stay small for long. He’s going to hit fifteen in a couple of years and then shoot up like a rocket. By the time all is said and done Damian Wayne will stand 6′4″ (193 cm) and he will love it. He won’t ever be as bulky as his father or Jason, taking more after his mother in that respect. He is the tallest member of the family and never lets Tim or Jason forget it. Everyone still calls him things like “Baby Bat” and “Lil’ D”.

Alfred: Stands an even 6′ (183 cm) and, like most of the family, is deceptively muscled underneath his suit jackets.

To close out, a list from shortest to tallest, final adult height.

Cass - Stephanie - Tim - Barbara - Dick - Kate & Duke - Alfred - Jason - Bruce - Damian

Has been edited to correct my mix-up between Cass and Steph. Never try and transcribe your notes into coherent headcanon posts when sleep-deprived, kids.

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thatawesomenerdygirl · 7 years

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a charmer || Jason Todd

Requested on Wattpad.

Since this is almost just the same like the previous one, let's say that Oliver and Dinah have 2 daughters!

Your little sister caused a little ruckus, along with your father that still trying to calm himself down seeing his youngest daughter was stolen by his friend's son.

It was truly a sight to see, seeing your father to screech and breathes heavily like that.

"Poor old man." You chuckled as you took a seat on an empty table after witnessing your sister kissing Damian once again on the balcony while Bruce tried to calm your father down with his wife and your mother.

A waiter Bruce hired for the Gala passed you and offered you a glass of champagne, you took it gladly with a kind smile on your face.

You took small sips, the people slowly went back to do their previous activities; either it was flirting, making some deal with other enterprises, or maybe looking for Mistresses. Either way, you could care less about it.

"Enjoying the view?"

Putting the glass down, your eyes were greeted by a handsome looking young man. He looked familiar. The need to inspect him with your eyes were unbearable because this freaking man was attractive as hell.

Muscular yet not too bulky like Bruce did, sharp jawline and cheekbones, wide shoulders, strong arms, tall, pretty eyes, plump lips, soft looking golden skin, perfectly dark hair, nice legs.

God knows how much you were melting inside despite the nonchalant posture you had.

Then it hit you, "Bruce's son?"

"Second oldest." He replied as he gestured to the empty seat across you, "may I?"

"Go ahead."

The dark haired male took a seat across you not after sweeping a glass of alcohol from the passing waiter, he offered his hand for you. The smile on his face could make the most attractive man in the world ashamed if he wasn't the most attractive man---in your opinion.

Who were you kidding, it was the freaking Waynes you were talking about. They are all attractive, adopted or not.

"Jason."

"(Y/N)." You shook his hand before letting go of his hand to lean back against the chair.

"I've never seen you before," he mused, eyes still fixated on you.

"Hm, I always sit in the corner," you put your half-empty champagne glass on the table, "I'm not good with attention, it makes me sick."

"I know right." Jason crossed his leg over the other, his fingers found his tie and loosen it a little bit, all of his formalities washed down the drain.

You let out an unladylike, barely audible snort, secretly glad that he didn't notice. Your mother could scold you for that behavior but it wasn't like she wasn't like that when she was younger.

"You don't like attention? I thought all Waynes love attention."

You heard him scoff, finishing his alcoholic beverage in one gulp. "Please," he huffed a laugh, putting the glass on the table across from yours "it's just Dick."

"Dick?"

"That one." He pointed to another dark-haired male, who probably wasn't as tall as Jason, gleefully talking to young women that had their hands on his chest or arms.

You cocked your eyebrow, giving him a silent seriously.

"Yes, seriously."

A slow song came up and the crowd started to look for a partner to dance along, from the corner of your eye, you could see girls starting to saunter their way over to you---probably Jason but the aforementioned man gave you his hand which you gladly took.

The girls visibly pout and glare at you.

"You just put my life in danger, Mister." You joked as you put your hand on his chest.

Jason had his hand on your waist as the other still held your free one before the two of you danced along the rhythm.

Usually, you would look for an excuse to get yourself out of this kind of situation but for whatever reason, you didn't.

"What do you mean?"

"You know how feisty girls can be?"

"Oh trust me, I know."

Every now and then he would cheesily dip you down, his face got so close to yours you could feel his breath tickling your skin. His sharp eyes held your gaze. You could feel your cheeks lightly heating up when his hand went to your lower back.

"I don't think that's where your hand supposed to go."

Your hand that was rested on his chest reaching down to grab his that was resting on your lower back to put it back on your waist before you put it against his chest again.

The corner of his lips quirked up to a slightly smug smirk, but you paid no mind.

"I know," he chuckled, "I just love making you blush."

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, "are you flirting with me?"

"If you want me to."

The music soon stopped and he led you out of the crowded area to the table you were sitting on earlier but this time, you didn't sit down and neither did he.

"You're such a charmer," You smirked and leaned closer to him, pulling him down by his tie to whisper in his ear, "want to get out of here?"

"And face your father's wrath afterward?" He leaned back to see your face, you were grinning proudly, "abso---friggin'---lutely."

;;

Is it okay!? Is it cheesy? Man, I'm not good with romance!

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #cheesy jason #dc #dcu #bruce wayne #dc comics #pffttt #i'm so lazy to tag

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bluboothalassophile · 7 years

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Give Me Back My Mind!

Dooming Sugar Crashes…

Dick Grayson would never again under estimate or under value Raven ever again. No seriously, he was never going to do that again; he stumbled out of the training room. He and Wally might have made a few roster changes to the teams without thinking it through completely, and now he was seriously never again going to bitch to Raven about Damian.

Not when she handled Damian and Jaime at the same time, flawlessly, and he had no doubts that she’d even handle this team better than he could. However, today, Wally, had decided to give the kids sugar and Dick was banding all sugar from the Tower because of today. His secret stash of sugar would just have to be better hidden because today had been ridiculous!

How had he rearranged the team, well that was simple:

Damian was of course on Raven’s team, same with Jaime for obvious reasons. Bart Allen was also on the team, he seemed to be making friends with Jaime. Tim had been moved to Starfire’s team, and in Tim’s place was Jonathan Kent. After Jonathan and Kara had gotten into a fight which had just about leveled the living quarters Dick felt the Superkid should be on Raven’s team with kids about his own age. And Stephanie had volunteered to stay on Raven’s team for when Damian returned, Dick was all for it. Kaldur also stayed on Raven’s team. But M’gann had been traded out for Cassandra when Artemis and Cassandra had tried to kill each other in a sparring match.

So now, Raven had every kid under fifteen, aside from Kaldur, but the level headed Atlantian wanted to be on Raven’s team. Something about sorcery and learning; Dick had taken a hard wallop to the head so a few details about this afternoon were fuzzy. Now he was sitting in the infirmary with an icepack on his head as Kori quietly stitched up his thigh.

“Are we talking again?” Dick asked her.

“We were never not speaking, Dick,” Kori pointed out.

“You’ve been avoiding me since you found out Barbara was coming, and now that she’s here it takes me being in the infirmary to even know you’re still here,” he pointed out.

“I do not wish to interfere with you and Barbara, she is your first love,” Kori pointed out softly.

Dick winced at her statement. Kori wasn’t wrong, he had loved Barbara greatly when he’d been a teen, and in a way he still did. However, Joker had killed whatever could be, and Barbara’s bitterness about a few things had shut him out of her life.

“Kori, there’s nothing there,” he sighed as he pulled the pack off his head; it felt like he’d been sat on by an elephant, and that was from one hit from a pissed off Cassandra.

“You love her Dick, I see it,” she said as she sat up. “I do not wish to be fighting for your affections,” she stated calmly.

“Kori, Babs and I aren’t going anywhere, she’s not interested. And I’ve got you, please stop being foolish and avoiding me aside from when I’m hurt,” he pleaded.

“I…” Kori started carefully when there was the thundering steps coming towards them which alerted Dick to a coming fight or argument.

“Why did you rearrange Rae and I’s team!?” Victor shouted as he came barreling into the infirmary then. Kori chuckled and Dick winced.

“You are finished, I will train my team now,” Kori decided as she flew out.

“Raven handles Damian!” Dick stated firmly.

“Dude I know, but she’s going to kill you for giving her all the kids under fifteen if I don’t first!” Victor warned.

“Jon needs to be out of the Super family’s grasp, he and Kara just about leveled the Tower with their fight, Tim and Damian; while they need to learn to tolerate each other might kill one another if left on the same team, M’gann offered to help Kori with the clone and Cassie and Artemis were butting heads so we switched, Stephanie will help with Damian when he comes back, Kaldur insisted on staying on your team, and Impulse and Jaime were already on your team. Also, you and Rae have the most patience and are excellent role models for the younger kids.

“And, Raven’s empathy will help with the kids,” Dick pointed out.

“You do know she works hard to never influence her surrounding environments Dick, she shares an empathy link with you,” Cy grounded out.

“Yeah, but if things get out of hand like with Conner, then she can settle everyone,” Dick pointed out.

“What does Green Arrow’s kid have to do with this.”

“Not that Conner, the clone, Kara and Jon named him Conner and it’s stuck,” Dick winced as he rubbed his ribs.

“Does Supes even know about the clone?”

“He’s coming today, I called him and said it was about a Superkid,” Dick stated.

“Uh-huh,” Cy grunted skeptically.

“Find Damian and Raven?” He asked as he slowly stood, wincing at the stretching of his stitches but ignored it as he pulled on a zip up sweatshirt and fumbled into a pair of sweats that were always avalible in the infirmary.

“No luck on that front, but there’s been some chatter, the League of Assassins has taken a contract out on one of their own,” Cyborg said as they left the infirmary.

“Who?”

“Well he’s dead so I think it’s an alias or really him,” Victor handed him the file and Dick frown as he opened it and his eyes widened.

“That’s… not possible,” he muttered and looked at the photo. It couldn’t be, he was dead, had been for nearly seven years! Dick had had to find out months later, and he hadn’t even attended the funeral. There was no fucking way that it could be… unless…

“I ran the intel photo against an old photo, I aged it, and there’s a eighty-six point nine percent match, take into account this photo is blurry and unclear I’d think it’s accurate,” Cyborg stated.

“Vic, it’s not possible, he died, Joker killed him,” Dick stated bitterly. Yet another thing the Joker had destroyed in his family and life.

“Look, the intel says Jason Todd, the photo is a solid match, and if this is right he stole you suit, and he’s Red X,” Victor stated.

“Look, he’s dead, there’s no way he’s alive, and even if he was, why the hell wouldn’t he come home?” Dick spat out the last part. Jason Todd was dead, the Joker had killed him, and death was not reversible, or avoidable, or even able to be beaten. It could be defied, but no one beat death once it stuck.

“The Lazarus Pit, and if this intel is to be believed they’re taking out a deserter,” Cy stated.

“The Lazarus Pit can’t reverse death, and why would Ra’s willingly put Jason, Jason Todd, who was the most stubborn bastard ever born; maybe even more stubborn than Bruce, and he was the most disrespectful, mouthy, foul tempered kid ever, Ra’s willingly revive him. If it could bring him back I’d pitch him into the Pit in a heartbeat Vic, but the Pit can’t reverse death, or bring him back,” Dick stated.

“Look, I don’t know everything about that Pit, but Raven does, and so does the League of Assassins, something’s up, and this is too good of a match to not be considered Jason Todd,” Victor stated.

“Lemme look,” Dick snatched the file back and looked at the blurred photo of a man running. He was big, a bit slighter than Bruce’s bulky build but whoever this was they were all muscle. Reading over the file he saw the man was listed at 6’ 1” tall, 207 lbs., all of which did not fit with Jason. Jason had been a stockier fifteen year old, on the shorter side because of malnutrition. However, Jason also hadn’t hit that growth spurt he was coming into…

Dick frowned as he looked at the blurred face, sunglasses, ballcap obscured his face so Dick studied the jawline. It was stronger, the mouth was set in a crooked smirk, and the nose was still straight, but it was the cheekbones which had Dick thinking it was possibly Jason.

“I don’t know Vic…” Dick said uncertainly.

“Look, if he were alive he wouldn’t be the same kid he had been when he was Robin, he’d have grown up,” Cy stated.

“Let me talk to Bruce about this before we start pursuing it like it’s Jason,” Dick said tentatively.

“Fine,” Vic grumbled.

“I don’t… I don’t want to hope about this,” Dick sighed. “Bruce won’t even talk about Jason, won’t mention him, and after everything with that Red Hood guy a few years back Jason is a sensitive topic.”

“Ever find out who that was?”

“No, Bruce destroyed all the files, but since then even mentioning Jason is…” Dick trailed off. Tim idolized Jason, Jason was his Robin, and when Tim would try to look into Jason’s old files, or even talk about Jason it was painful for Bruce. So much so Bruce had removed Jason’s files from the server, and Jason was a taboo. Especially since the Red Hood, why they didn’t know, but it was a safe bet that it had something to do with Joker.

If this wasn’t really Jason and just some twisted game the League of Assassins was playing there was going to be hell to pay. Bruce did not tolerate Jason’s name being used for any reason anymore. Not even the press mentioned Jason; the last reporter to try had been fired and couldn’t even write a blog or fanfiction under a pen name when Bruce was finished with him.

“Hey I get it, man, but you should know that Talia al Ghul and Slade Wilson are after him,” Victor stated.

“Must be a difficult man to kill if two of the best Assassins are after him,” Dick chuckled.

“Well if he’s Red X then I have a feeling he’s a lot more elusive than we give him credit for,” Vic mused.

“If Jason Todd really is alive, and he’s really Red X, I’m going to kick his ass, one for worrying me so much, and two because he went to the dark side!” Dick stated hotly. “Then I’m hugging him and never letting him out of my sight until we’re all old and wrinkly and dying.”

“Like you’ve never gone to the dark side,” Vic rolled his eye.

“I haven’t.”

“God help us if you ever do, or I’m just siccing Raven and Alfred on you after the Demon Spawn fails,” Victor warned.

“Isn’t that a bit excessive, and the world should fear if Rae and Alfie ever do team up,” Dick stated as they stopped at the elevator.

“They’d take it over,” Victor agreed solemnly.

“No one would stand a chance,” Dick agreed solemnly. “About the other thing?”

“The Lazarus Pit?”

“Yeah,” Dick nodded.

“I was going to talk to Raven about it, but she’s not here, however, there’s chatter about the Church of Blood about to do a ritual and the League of Assassins giving them the synthesized Lazarus Pit,” Victor stated.

“That doesn’t make sense, the League of Assassins is all about rebirth and saving the world through killing it and rebuilding it, the Church of Blood follows Trigon, Trigon will just destroy our world,” Dick pointed out.

“Which is why we need to find and talk to Rae, this is sort of her area. Also, the Church of Blood has recently been rumored to be working with a few sorcerers,” Victor produced another file and Dick started looking through it.

“Now I think we need to talk to the League and Bruce for sure. There’s a connection here we’re unaware of,” Dick stated. “Wait, Red X is rumored to be Jason Todd, right?”

“You just read the file man,” Victor dryly stated.

“Not the point, Raven’s tracking Red X,” Dick blinked.

“Your point?”

“She might be chasing my brother.”

“God help him.”

“I don’t need to kick his ass! Raven will!” Dick grinned, if it was Jason that is.

“God have mercy should she have to deal with another Bat.”

“What’s wrong with Bats?”

“You’re all Batshit Crazy! And Raven’s patience is dying,” Vic warned.

“I’d pay to see a fight between Rae and Jay.”

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“You know what he stole from her room?”

“The book of Azarath.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

After training she found herself feeling melancholy, and she did not like it. Kori stared out her window at the bay and sighed. She really wished Raven was here to talk to, it would help her so much. She just… She didn’t know what to do! Barbara was Dick’s first love, and though he said there was nothing there she knew there was. One did not simply forget their first love, she knew because she was hung up on Dick still, the first man who she had ever come to love, truly, and it pained her knowing she wasn’t his first.

Babs was.

There were times Kori wanted to hate Barbara for having Dick’s heart, but she couldn’t. She could no more hat Barbara than Raven could hate Terra, though Raven insisted she and Garfield were nothing but friends. Kori knew, she saw it in Raven’s eyes on the occasions her guard was down, the wistfulness and sorrow. Sighing Kori hugged herself and sat down. There was a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she called out as she picked up her nail polish and tried to look like she had been about to relax rather than moping; however hiding her emotions went against her very nature and was difficult to do.

“Hey,” Dick said.

“Hello,” she smiled, feeling a warmth in her at the sight of him.

“So, I have to go to Gotham, and I was wondering, maybe you’d like to come. I could introduce you to Alfred and Bruce,” Dick said as he limped and sat on her bed.

“Oh, is the meeting of the family important? Because I already know your family,” Kori stated as she selected a purple polish for her toes.

“I want to introduce you as my girlfriend,” Dick said. She froze midair as she stared at him with wide eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly and her stomachs were all in a flutter as she stared at his earnest eyes.

“What?” she stammered.

“If Victor hadn’t interrupted us, I was going to ask you to be my proper girlfriend,” Dick stated.

“But… what about Barbara?” Kori asked and Dick caught her wrist as he dragged her down, she would have struggled but she knew he hurt.

“Kori, Babs and I will be nothing other than friends. The only way there’d be anything between us again is if she let the Joker go, and she’s not going to. I think I’m falling for you and I want to see where this is going,” he said firmly.

“But…” Kori protested and he kissed her.

“Please, just try, we’re good together, we’re really good together,” he said softly.

“We are,” she agreed with a smiled as she slowly slid her arms around his shoulders and floated to sit on his lap.

“So what do you say?” he asked, she heard the nervous undertone in his voice as his arms wrapped around her waist.

“We can try,” she agreed.

“Good, now get dressed, we’re going to Gotham,” Dick smiled as he kissed her hard again. Kori felt a shiver race down her spine and she smiled when he pulled away.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to Bruce about some intel Vic found, and I want your company,” he said.

“Very well, may I inquire as to what intel Victor has gathered?” Kori asked as she flew off his lap to her closet and started rooting around for something appropriate for meeting her boyfriend’s father.

“It’s about Jay,” Dick said in a shaky tone.

“I thought Jason was dead,” Kori said as she peeked out of her closet to see him trembling.

“Me too, but… eighty-six percent, almost eight-seven, it’s… it’s too close not to be looked at and the name is Jason Todd in the intel. Bruce will have a meltdown if it’s him but if it isn’t… Kori I don’t know what to do about this,” Dick admitted.

“Families are… complicated,” Kori stated. “Except Raven’s, her family is simple.”

Dick laughed, he fell back on her bed laughing and she smiled as she picked up a nice purple sundress, and decided to wear a simple white sweater with her boots. She loved her boots, they were gorgeous and fun and comfortable, she was glad Raven had pointed them out that day at the mall.

“What did I ever do to get a girl like you?” he asked her.

“Saved me, taught me all the strange earth customs, and accepted me,” she answered primly as she stripped and saw Dick’s jaw tighten as his eyes roamed over her; there was a swell of pride in her at obtaining his attention and affections.

“I’m going to go call Bruce,” he said.

“We will take my ship,” Kori decided.

“Uh… no, Kori, darling, I love your ship, but if we take that my life as Dick Grayson is over, and I really like my civilian identity, I’ve already got one of Bruce’s planes being fueled, just get ready and we’ll leave,” he said as he kissed her.

“I do not have a earth, civilian identity,” Kori pointed out.

“Talking to Cy about setting one up for you, and a civilian disguise. I like how different you are, but let’s just be us dating and not attract all the paparazzi,” he said.

“Agreed,” she smiled and kissed him as he left.

She was Dick Grayson’s girlfriend! She was so happy as she floated there and giggled before continuing to pull on her dress.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Bruce dug into everything he could find about Deathstroke right now, and he found nothing. After a day of digging he was a bit frustrated, however, it was lunch now, he had an afternoon appointment with Selina Kyle for her OB-GYN. After she had told him he had asked her if he could go with her to the appointments. She was reluctant, but she allowed him, especially when she muttered that he’d just hack her file; which he probably would.

His phone rang as he was eating and looking over the adoption papers he had filed for Damian. Legally he wasn’t Damian’s father; yet, however, having grounds for abandonment, and the biological proof, he was filing for sole custody. Talia hadn’t even shown up to fight for Damian.

“Hello?” he answered without looking; it was his kids’ line so it had to be Dick, Cass, Tim, or Damian.

“Hey Bruce, I’ve got… I don’t know, but I’m coming to Gotham with Kori so we can discuss what I’ve got,” Dick stated.

“No metas…”

“Don’t even, Bruce, you’re going to have dinner with my girlfriend, you’re going to smile and you’re going to be polite, I had to sweet talk her into forgiving me for something I didn’t even do wrong so you’re going to act like a father and be nice to my girlfriend,” Dick warned.

“I do not approve of you dating an alien princess Dick,” Bruce stated firmly.

“But you approve of Damian spending all of his time around a half-demon who’s more powerful than we give her credit for and I’m sure if she lost control of her powers, compared to Kori, she’d actually destroy us all; makes perfect sense,” Dick grumbled.

Bruce sighed. He wasn’t about to win this argument, especially since he stood before the League and vouched for the demon. Still, he worried, especially with how Kori’s powers worked, her emotions were unstable and it terrified him that if she lost control she could accidentally kill Dick. His kids were only human after all, and despite what they thought, they could easily be broken. He winced as his thoughts turned to Jason and that rage from having been broken, Bruce wished… wished everything with Jason could have been different. And Damian was so like Jason that he was terrified that Damian would also be broken, and he did not know what to do to save his youngest from himself.

“Raven works on control, and she has been good for Damian,” Bruce clarified.

“Good, so you’ll tolerate Kori cause she’s great for me,” Dick stated and Bruce felt like hitting his head against a wall at this argument.

“What did you find Dick?”

“Well that’s why I’m coming to Gotham because if I say I’m insane, if I show you we’ll be more open about it,” Dick admitted.

“I have an appointment with Selina this afternoon,” he stated.

“Awe! Make sure the kid isn’t wearing a cowl,” Dick warned. “Oh, and she should come to dinner, you and Alfred are both going to need… support.”

“For what?”

“Well, this is like a talk I’m having with Damian, support is needed,” Dick stated.

“How goes the talks with Damian?” Bruce asked.

“Um… don’t know, he kind of stormed off, Raven’s taken him off for a retreat to learn to manage his anger… and yeah, but we’ll talk more about it as soon as he calms down,” Dick decided. “But Bruce, this takes priority, it’s… it’s important. I’m not saying family isn’t important, but… you’ll see.”

“Alright.”

“ETA is about six o’clock,” Dick said.

“We’ll see you then,” Bruce decided. He didn’t know what that was about but he wasn’t about to interrogate Dick over the phone about something he felt like showing instead of explaining.

He glanced at the clock and quickly started tucking his files and papers away as he readied to leave the office for Selina’s appointment.

Funny, he had four sons, and a daughter, and he’d never dealt with any of them as babies. This was a first for him and he was a bit nervous and excited about the prospect of having a baby. Dick had been twelve when Bruce had taken him in and sure in who he was. Jason was ten, and a confident kid who had grown up way to fast with too much pain. Tim had come to him after everything was lost, but the thirteen year old he had been had held a brave face. And Damian was ten and shoved on him. Cassandra was seventeen when he’d found her and taken her in. So none of his kids had been babies, they were confident, sure, and eager to learn when he’d taken them under his wing.

Now he and Selina were having a baby.

And fuck was he scared about fucking that up. He was a horrible father, but he was also a bit excited about the prospect of having a baby. He wished he’d been there when Damian had been a baby, seen his son being innocent, but Talia had robbed him of that. Selina was more than willing to have him involved but she hesitated to take everything he offered her. She was a street child and like Jason she was skeptical about everything. Even after all this time with them, she hesitated, and was ready to bolt. Bruce tried not to be insulted about that.

He left the office and drove with Alfred in silence. His mind turned to Jason, the son he couldn’t save, and Damian, the son he was losing. God he was so terrified that this child would be like Damian or Jason, but he hoped that perhaps this time he’d learn to be a better father. Not just be Batman, but a father. And perhaps in the process he could learn to be a better father for all of his children, because they definitely deserved better from him.

He just didn’t know if he could be better.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven woke up feeling squished and overheated. Last night she’d pulled a bullet out of Jason and used what was left of her energy to heal him. Bone wounds drained her the most and his pelvis had had a bullet hole in it, thoroughly breaking it, and she’d had to heal it; however what had really drained her was Jason’s rampant emotions as she healed him, that was more draining than healing his bone. However Jason had survived the sheer amount of pain without passing out while she healed him she didn’t know. Even after she had taken the pain from him and collapsed in agony she didn’t know how he’d been able to stay conscious through that.

There was a heavy arm slung across her back, Jason, but who was pressed on the other side of her had her jumping, Jason pulling her into him and the other grumbling. Damian was sound asleep next to her, and Zachary was occupying the other bed all alone.

“Don’t jump, I’ll fall off this bed,” Jason muttered.

“I need to get up,” Raven wriggled out of his grasp and he took her spot as Damian also scooted to where she’d been.

Jason was huge! His feet were hanging off the motel queen bed, and he was hitting the headboard so his head was tilted at an awkward angle. Damian looked so small compared to Jason, she just blinked then shook it off as she decided to take the shower she had missed out on last night after she had healed Jason. All his pain… Raven’s heart broke for him, she could feel so much from him it was like being assaulted by a hurricane all the time, and she couldn’t seem to dislike it.

On the contrary, Raven was certain that under different circumstances she and Jason would be friends.

But all the pain, the rage, the distrust, the sorrow, the loneliness, and the betrayal, it broke her heart. He was so good, there was so much more to him, but his core was all his pain, and she empathized with that. Her core was also pain, both her own and others, and Jason feeling so alone pained her. Especially when she had a feeling Bruce was to blame for that loneliness. Dick, Tim and Damian all seemed to have it, but Jason’s was so much more than what theirs was.

Stepping out of the shower she toweled off, and opened the door, using her powers she summoned her bag of clothes and pulled on normal civilian clothes before she cast a simple glamor spell on herself and pulled her black hair up. Walking out of the bathroom she glanced at the clock and noted the time.

Jason was up and yawning.

“How are you feeling?” Raven asked.

“Really good,” Jason admitted.

“Good, hold still, I want to check the wound,” Raven said.

“Uh…” Jason started backing away from her but she caught him and lifted his shirt just a bit and pulled the waist of his pants down a bit. Her eyes critically assessed the wound as she used her empathy to sense if there was pain from him where she was touching him.

“It looks good, there’s a scar though,” she frowned.

“Sunshine, it’s fine,” he relaxed then.

“I know, but I usually do not leave scars when I heal,” she stated.

“Uh…”

“Must have been the bone,” she lied. She knew what had drained her aside from her little trick on the assassin, it was his emotions, but she would not tell him that.

“Uh-huh, I’m gonna shower then we should get ready to go with baby bird, and warlock wannabe, London,” he reminded her.

“I am aware,” she stated.

“Oh, got you tampons,” he said.

“What?” she blinked.

“I noticed you didn’t have any and I’m not dumb enough to travel with a girl without having tampons or pads on hand,” Jason shrugged.

“Thank you?” she blinked and he was gone in the bathroom. She just started packing and looking through the supplies, hygiene stuff, first aid, and a few snacks. Raven nodded as she stuffed the tampons into her bag. That was a wise move on his part. Once she had that she picked up the bags and started walking out of the room to pack up the Charger. She rooted through the Nova, picked out his gear, and his IDs, though she hid those in a compartment in the Charger door. Then she assessed her magic supplies, made mental notes on what she might need before zipping up her bag and shoving it back into the trunk.

Damian was up and Jason was pouring water on Zachary who bolted up with a startled yelp.

“Come on, we’re moving out,” Jason snapped at Zachary who was glaring at him. Raven started making the beds, checking for stuff, blood, money, bullets, gear, chargers, phones. Once that was done Jason was loading Zachary and Damian up in his car.

“Where are we going now?” Zachary whined.

“London,” Jason answered.

“What is in London?” Damian yawned. Raven was looking over a map of London for a place for them to use as a portal.

“Constantine,” Jason answered.

“Is it alright if I bring us in here, rather than London?” Raven asked pointing to what looked like a main road into London.

“We need to get here, but yes, remember they drive on the wrong side of the road when teleporting us there,” Jason said.

“That is why I want to be out of the city,” she muttered as she focused on the spot on the map. Once her mind’s eye had settled on it, she folded up the map, stuck it in the glove compartment and folded her legs.

“Drive, something this size is easier to move when it’s moving,” she stated.

“First could you put the Nova here,” he said as he handed her an address.

“Yes, one moment,” she said as she got out of the Charger and grabbed the keys for the Nova. Getting in she started the car, looked at the address, recognized it as a street in San Francisco she started then engine and opened a portal there as she pulled forward and found herself perfectly paralled parked where she needed to be.

Getting out of the car she walked back through the portal and slid into the Charger as she dropped the keys into Jason’s hand.

“Parked,” she stated.

“Good,” he nodded and put the car in gear before pulling out and they pulled onto the interstate. Raven closed her eyes as she took a steadying breath before she opened her mind, settled her emotions and the new onslaught of Jason’s emotions and she reached a hand out as her powers slipped from her fingers.

“Here’s hoping we don’t crash,” Damian muttered and Raven opened her eyes just as they drove into the portal.

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