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we are not our demons (11/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

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Author’s note: The beginning of this chapter was inspired by a scene from a comic. It would've been nice to see this version of Batman in the movies and not always this vindictive, angry rich boy.

I had to cut a few scenes because in retrospect, it didn't fit for Ellie to watch movies with Damian and sneaking him ice-cream for the night - in regards to this happening all in one day it would have been just too much.

Quality time with Damian - that's what I'm talking about!

I was kinda confused where the base of operations for the League of Assassins was - Arrow said Nanda Parbat while other sources said 'Eth Alth'eban. Geez, we've got so much to unpack in just one chapter. [Read more at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 5.6k

Warning: language, child abuse, human experimentation, fluff

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You’re my guardian

I’m your sail

A boat in your harbor

- Blanket Me by Hundred Waters -

~ Bruce POV ~

He had seen a lot of things in life, but there were some things about Gotham that made him recoil to what it had become.

Led by dread, Bruce’s feet hesitated in front of a closed cell door. His eyes strained in the darkness while the wide, brown eyes of a child sharpened on his shadow standing in the way of bittersweet freedom.

In the darkness, the rusted door made a creaking noise once he pushed it open. This holding cell was such a cold and dank place that his environment made him wonder if that young child was suffering from hypothermia.

Bruce swallowed thickly at those frightened eyes staring back at him. A young girl was sitting on a thin mattress and only wore a make-shift clothing. The material reached her knees and offered even less warmth. A part of him was reluctant to imagine how many more helpless children he would find in this wretched place.

Frozen in shock or from the biting cold, but it was still her eyes that mesmerized him—fear, she was afraid of him. Of any adult really.

Bruce was unfamiliar with this feeling taking over in his chest. There was a certain awareness of discovering that expression in the criminals he faced, but never in the faces of innocent kids he was trying to protect them from.

The small raven-haired child in the corner caught his attention when she sniffled but hid her tears behind her balled-up fist. Bruce’s steps were hesitant when he proceeded deeper into the holding cell.

Something inside him broke when he discovered the make-shift IV bag connected to a peripheral intravenous line to her hand. Under his cowl, Bruce furrowed his brows once his eyes caught the green-yellow liquid pouring from the infusion solution into her frail body.

“It’s okay.” It was the first time that Bruce’s electronic voice modulation made him wince once it bounced off the walls. He would have to do everything in his might to pacify this young mind. Bruce’s index finger deactivated the speech manipulation until his real voice broke free. “You’re safe now,” he uttered with a consoling whisper.

The chortling giggles of psychotic clowns echoed in the distance while they fled through the back exit. Bruce twisted his head as a reflex. For one second, he felt torn and fought the temptation to chase after them, when the fastened object around the young girl’s wrist caught his eyes.

Rusted shackles clamped to the wrist of this kidnapped child. Like she was cattle. The rattling noises of those chains she made with each movement haunted him.

“Jesus,” Bruce grumbled under his breath and slowly knelt on the floor, treating the traumatized child like a spooked animal. “I’m stepping a little closer now, okay? You were so brave. You endured so much. That took a lot of strength,” he comforted fervently, hoping to lift the spirits of the young one.

His gaze met the sore and red abrasion on her skin before it aimed back to her brown eyes. They reminded him so much of Damian’s when he first encountered the toddler in the sacred city of ‘Eth Alth’eban that it tore at his heart.

“Do you want to show me your hand?” He whispered quietly.

The young girl of Asian heritage nibbled on her dry lip, considering her options.

Bruce tilted his head while trying to appeal to her playful nature. “You know, I think in my toolkit I got something that could get you out of this. Would you like that?”

Her hazelnut-colored eyes widened with tears, and she twisted her body in an almost shrug. The girl’s voice sounded quiet and unused when she opened her mouth, but no sound came out. “H-h-hurts,” she stuttered with a whimper.

Bruce nodded emphatically. “I know. If you show me your hand, I can apply some cooling balm on it.”

Fascination lit up in her eyes. Her lips wobbled, like the young girl had issues voicing her thoughts. Still, he waited patiently for her. “Band-aids?”

An involuntary chuckle left his lips at that innocent question. It had been a long time since someone had addressed the medical kit on his utility belt. His fingers picked out the master skeleton key from his waist and prepared the medical supplies for later. “Something like that. I’ve got some which grown-ups use? You’d like to have one?”

She nodded slowly before moving her head more vigorously at the idea. A wincing sound left her when she stretched out her left arm and waited patiently for his next actions.

Bruce’s tool prodded at the lock while keeping the conversation going and hoping it would distract her. “What’s your name?”

“Not supposed to … tell strangers my name,” she replied with pouting lips.

Bruce chuckled lowly. “That’s true. You didn’t tell those clowns your name?”

She gave a careless shrug. “They didn’t ask.”

“Well, that’s just rude.”

She nodded vehemently in agreement as her eyes stared in enthrallment at the emblem on his chest. Bruce felt grateful that she didn’t even flinch when she was finally released, and the metallic chain rested in his palm.

Her hand dropped in her lap while her eyes stayed wide open. Her index finger pointed to the bat emblem on his chest before insecurity led her to drop it instantly again.

“You? Real Batman?” She whispered under her breath.

“How about that, if you see another guy running around in a bat costume, you tell me, okay?” He smiled ironically under his cowl.

“I will,” she promised earnestly before pointing to herself. “Cassandra.”

“Am I no longer a stranger?” Bruce’s touch was delicate as he applied the ointment to her sore wrist.

“Of … course not, you’re Batman,” Cassandra replied in a no-nonsense manner.

“Are you feeling better, Cassandra?”

The brunette watched in bewilderment at the bruise on her wrist. “A bit, yes.” Her gaze wandered to the verdant-colored IV bag held up over her head. “Can you tear out? Green thingy too, please? Body feels weird.”

A pit formed in his stomach once Cassandra mentioned that last part. A strained smile was on Bruce’s face when he imagined the sick games those bastards inflicted upon their helpless victims. Bruce would have to talk to Fox about those liquids. “Sure.”

“Don’t like clowns … no more, I think,” Cassandra lamented under her breath. Feeling her thin but chilled arms wrap around his body took him by surprise before he surrendered to her need for comfort. His arms wound carefully around her shoulders.

“It’s okay. I don’t either.”

Her whispering voice breathed against his ear. “More. More children. Look after those too.”

Bruce clenched his jaw and felt something boil in his stomach. He nodded in agreement. “I will. But we’re going to get rid of this green fluid first, okay?”

~Ellie POV~

Heavy footsteps were thumping behind her which alerted her of Bruce’s presence, despite the assurance of the camera footage surveying this place.

Without glancing back at him, Ellie informed him, “The paramedics have brought the kids to the ICU at West Mercy Hospital. They need to keep them for observation. Their patient files implied they were poisoned?”

Ellie turned around in her seat and focused on Bruce. His appearance made her freeze in shock for a few seconds. Bruce looked so worn-out and tired. Like this mission had cost him more than she realized. He pulled off the gloves covering his hands, and he had placed his cowl on the wide metal table in the center of their workstation.

Bruce’s tired brown eyes gazing back at her made her feel sympathetic for him.

She tilted her head and waited patiently for him to say what he was willing to offer.

“Human experimentation. That’s my guess, at least.”

Ellie’s heart was getting heavy in her chest at that horrendous possibility as this feeling of emptiness threatened to get ahold of her. “Oh my God,” she whispered under her breath. Ellie threw her head back and put away her glasses. The palms of her hands rubbed her closed eyelids to simultaneously forget and reinvigorate her mind.

“I’m sorry, Bruce,” Ellie offered with regret once her eyes focused back on him.

Bruce nodded his head slowly and extended a pained smile to her. “I’m going to talk to Fox about that. I need to know what they did to those kids.”

Ellie nodded in understanding. “I’ll tell him to call you tomorrow. It might take some time though.”

Bruce fetched a vial with a green liquid from his utility belt, inspecting it under the light. Serious eyes were staring back at her.

“I’ve got time.”

Ellie scratched the back of her head when something else crossed her mind. “By the way, Diana and Kal are upstairs.”

Bruce cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed. “Kal?”

“Boy scout from outer space?” Ellie clarified, pointing her finger in the air.

Bruce’s eyes gleamed with understanding. “Oh, you mean Superman. What brings them here?”

“They’re just here to support you.” Ellie’s hand covered her mouth in thought. “Do we need to talk about what happened tonight?”

Bruce exhaled a long breath and rested his lower back against the edge of the table. His long legs stretched out in front of him.

“I made it a priority to look after those kids instead of following the main objective.” It felt like his mind was somewhere else when he paused in thought. “It felt wrong not to,” Bruce slowly spoke, pulling each word apart. Like it was a foreign feeling to do the things that mattered - saving people.

It took her by surprise when he pulled off the Kevlar suit until his naked upper body was on display, the burnt scar on his chest hypnotizing her.

Ellie cleared her throat. “Same as usual, as far as I can tell.” She pursed her lips in thought when a specific someone crossed her mind. “Not Damian though. He seems to go out of his way to avoid me.”

Bruce turned his body around until his front was facing her again. Ellie pressed her lips together and tried her best not to stare—distracting abdominal muscles be damned.

Bruce furrowed his brow and tilted his head. When he braced his arm against the table next to him, Ellie swallowed thickly and felt the heat on her skin rise like a slow fever. Bruce probably didn’t even know what he was doing to her reawakened ovaries.

“You want me to talk to him?”

Waving her arms at her hips in indignation, Ellie exhaled with a smile on her face. “Why does this feel like a conversation we’ve had before? Like it’s your defense mechanism to speak with him every time Damian gets out of line.”

Bruce playfully narrowed his eyes. “I only told him to behave. To get used to the fact that you’re going to be here.”

Ellie stood up and laid her hands on her hips. “Tough love, huh? You want to get a Dad of the Year award, or something?”

Bruce didn’t seem to get the joke when his eyes turned serious. “In my experience that’s the only action that works with Damian. Try to get some sleep meanwhile, alright?”

Bruce leaned forward and his brown eyes glanced at her forehead for a few seconds. Ellie imagined that Bruce wanted to kiss her forehead like some sort of reflex before he chose differently in the end, leaving a pang in her chest. Instead, his hand clutched her shoulder and squeezed once with a mysterious look in his molten eyes.

The yearning sigh released when she nodded with a timid smile.

“You too,” Ellie acknowledged before a comfortable silence settled in the air between them.

Pressing her lips together, Ellie cleared her throat and let her hair cascade over her shoulder. She couldn’t tell if she was the only one who felt the awkwardness—or if she just made it so—when she held the plate of pizza slices in one hand and focused her eyesight by putting on her glasses.

At least Bruce appeared to not mind whatever was going on between them when his soft gaze lingered on Ellie’s features.

Unlike Ellie, whose cheeks were starting to blush furiously and the urge to smile awkwardly only grew. It didn’t help matters that the heat emanating from Bruce’s body inches from her was starting to get to her.

Human beings couldn’t spread pheromones, right?

“So, um, good night,” the whispered words left Ellie’s mouth in an almost hesitant question.

Bruce was smiling softly, humming to himself. “Good night, Ellie.”

Ellie didn’t understand his motivation.

Carpe Diem-ing the weekend was one thing. But this early in the morning? Really?

Damian seemed to be a whole different caliber.

Heavy grunts reached her eardrums when she ascended the staircase.

Ellie had been questioning her own sanity as those sounds echoed from upstairs. With her cup of coffee clinging to her lips, Ellie had sent a questioning glance to Alfred who merely answered, “Master Damian,” with a shrug.

Mild curiosity was leading her up the stairs. The destination where Ellie intended to be became considerably clearer, the closer she got to the classical music blasting through the closed door in the middle of the hallway.

Before Ellie could talk herself out of it, she lightly pressed down the door handle. What she encountered must have been some sort of training room, with an assortment of wooden sticks and swords lined up against the wall.

The full force of the classical music invaded her eardrums when she leaned her shoulder against the door jamb, witnessing what Damian was doing at this time of the day. Ellie’s arms crossed over her chest while her curious eyes watched the youngest Wayne brandish a bo staff and hitting a training dummy in the center of the room. His exercising grunts and the satisfying jabs echoed through the room.

Ellie’s lips twitched at Damian’s vigor. “Now, what did that dummy ever do to you?”

Damian’s body stilled with tension for a few seconds before continuing his ministrations. His muffled voice was the only indication for the strenuous activity when he retorted, “Don’t you ever knock?”

Ellie arched an eyebrow at Damian’s smart-ass comment and was strangely not getting annoyed by the counter question. “Do you always blast classical music through the speakers when you’re training?”

Damian let his right arm fall at his waist, giving her a side-eyed glance. “It keeps my blood pumping.”

His comment only made her lift her eyebrows in surprise. In any other case, Ellie would’ve expected him to say it calmed his senses, but she realized a long time ago that Damian prided himself on not being normal.

Finally, Ellie stepped further into the room and closed the door behind her. “So, that’s how you always spend your weekends?” Her gaze surveyed her surroundings. The room was simple and minimalist, with blank wallpapers. Although on second glance, the swords—ranging from Katanas to the Bamboo types used for Kendo—were still disconcerting to look at.

Damian shrugged his shoulders and walked to the opposing wall, bending down to reach for a bottle of water. After gulping down the liquid, he secured the bottle but kept it in a tight grip. It fascinated Ellie how not a bead of sweat was on Damian’s forehead or the arms poking through his blue-colored tank top. Just the usual glistening bronze-tanned skin.

“I like to train in the morning,” the boy explained tersely.

Ellie tilted her head at his training methods. Not to mention how there were two rooms to exercise in. In the end, she could only surmise that Damian wanted to be left alone sometimes. Ellie could understand the need to be with your own thoughts, and she wouldn’t condemn him for it. Yet, there was a part of her that longed for their tense, but peaceful comradeship.

Nodding, with her mocha-brown waves dancing around her face, Ellie conceded, “I understand.” Out of courtesy to remain casual rather than curiosity, she tilted her head to scrutinize their environment. “Do you mind if I keep you company?”

A blank expression rested on his features. If Ellie had to guess, Damian looked like a mixture of wanting to die or evaluating if she was being serious.

“You?”

Ellie remained forthcoming. “Yes, me.”

“The only company you could keep that would satisfy me in the slightest, would be if we were sparring,” Damian mused, narrowing his eyes while assessing her form out of a fighter’s perspective.

Ellie shrugged in agreement. This actually sounded like a good idea, and it would help get her mind off things. “Then let’s do this,” she said, tying her hair into a casual, low knot.

Damian arched an eyebrow, showing his emotions with just one gesture.

He really was his father’s son.

The young boy interlocked his hands behind his back. “You?”

Okay, now he was just pushing it.

Ellie rolled her eyes now, ignoring his inquiry. Despite everything, she guessed that he didn’t mean it in a hurtful way—much, but instead was underestimating her fighting skills.

“We’re talking sparring and not bruises,” she enunciated and pressed her hands to her waist. “Besides, I need an outlet.” Walking over to the cabinet on the side that revealed the lake outside, her glasses deposited at a safe place.

To be honest, she felt certain of her abilities, and this wasn’t an opportunity for her to show off. The opposite, it was just a way for her to determine her limits and if anything, Ellie had seen Robin in action on archive material. Damian was very much an agile fighter who wouldn’t shy away from playing dirty to best his opponent.

Damian pursed his lips in deep contemplation and glanced at her with narrowed eyes. “Weapon of choice?”

With open palms, Ellie replied, “Dealer’s choice.”

Hearing her words of agreement, Damian nodded once and walked over to the weapons rack. With his back facing her, he mumbled quietly, “And no words to father, if I indeed accidentally leave bruises on your body.”

Ellie raised her eyebrows. “You already know you’re going to leave contusions on me? For the love of God, control yourself, please. I’m not a masochist.”

“Fine,” he grunted and put aside his staff he had just used for training. The current one was a long wooden staff that reminded her due to the length of the one he used as his alter ego, Robin. “Says the one who would willingly want to spar with me,” Damian mused with a bewildered expression.

Ellie’s brown eyes met the weapon he had chosen and opened her mouth. “Do you mind if I used something else?” Her hands tried the weight of two escrima sticks which held the same length as her arm.

“That’s not going to fortify your chances, Ellie,” Damian reminded her with a bored tone.

Ellie shrugged, holding both training weapons in a tight grip. For some reason, her heart swelled in her chest once Damian used her first name for the first time. Like he was recognizing her as a person. “It’s more out of practical reasons.”

Ellie admitted with reluctance that she would only try to deflect Damian’s moves or hit his shoulder like a two-handed weapon. With this weapon she’d be able to control its movements better.

“Okay, let’s do this.” After pulling off her cardigan, until she was only wearing her t-shirt over a breathable sports bra, Ellie centered her legs to start this session.

Meanwhile, Damian pushed the flesh-colored training dummy to the corner of the training room. He expertly twirled his staff in his hand without it tumbling to the floor before placing one foot in front of the other.

Knowing that the person who initiated the first move would be in control for the rest of the fight, Ellie let Damian believe he had the upper hand when he swiped high in the air. Keeping her left stick in a tight grip, she deflected Damian’s strike before it could brush against her neck and let the instrument hover above his head.

As his initial reaction Damian furrowed his eyebrows, not having anticipated for Ellie to act upon his swift movement.

Ellie tilted her head, feeling curious how far she could push the young Robin before he would inevitably make a mistake. “You want to stop taking it easy on me?”

Damian’s features hardened at that challenge and spun his staff around to shove her stick away from him. Their wooden weapons created a beautiful and harmonious melody when Damian decided to go on the offense. His staff swiftly struck after Ellie’s side which she barely managed to protect by keeping one stick as a shield before side-stepping him and swiping a leg under him.

Damian leaped in the air but managed to catch her thigh in the process. Ellie let out a grunt of surprise rather than pain, giving her barely any moment to register when Damian came at her with a flurry of blows. Getting fed up with Damian’s aggressive fighting tendencies, Ellie crossed her sticks to put them into an X-form in front of her face before striking downwards.

A muffled groan left Damian when she reached the insides of his knees.

“Okay, time-out.” Ellie felt grateful that he heeded her words and time-out sign and stepped back with his hands played on his hips. Her breathing was getting a bit heavy.

“I was just getting started,” Damian admitted with a deep voice, almost in disappointment.

Ellie nodded, half-serious and half-teasing. “Yeah, I’m sure of it. How about a break, huh?” She put the sticks back where she found them and as her next move put on her glasses again.

Like he couldn’t care less, Damian shrugged his shoulders. “Fine.”

Snorting quietly, Ellie turned her back to him and walked towards the opposite wall to grab her light-blue wool cardigan. She pulled her arms through the sleeves while turning around. “You up for some food?”

As his legitimate answer Damian shrugged again which was sufficient in her eyes. Ellie went ahead and stepped through the door, waiting by the top of the staircase. Behind her she could hear Damian turning off the music and cleaning everything up. After a few minutes, Damian closed the door and sent her a short glance before walking with her down the stairs.

Damian gazed at her from the corner of his eye. “I didn’t know you did Escrima. Who taught you those moves?”

Mischief lit up in her orbs when her index finger covered her mouth, shushing quietly. “It’s a secret. A girl’s gotta defend herself in this town.”

“It had just been a long time since I’ve seen such extensive work,” he mumbled with a perplexed air.

During their descent Ellie couldn’t help her intrigue for Damian Wayne, as she glanced at him with the tilt of her head. “So, that’s what you did in your childhood? Fighting with swords instead of playing Baseball? Instead of being a kid?”

Damian rubbed his thumb and index finger together when a crease formed between his eyebrows. “Childhood is overrated. I was shaped by my grandfather, the Demon’s Head, to be an assassin.”

Her stomach plummeted to the floor. Ellie arched her eyebrows at Damian’s unbothered words and regretted the loss of his innocence and childhood. “… Well, not every kid can say that about themselves, huh? But still, looks like it’s time for me to show you what you could be doing instead.”

As soon as their feet touched the first floor, Ellie’s gaze met the curious one of Alfred’s behind his glasses. She smiled in greeting while they stepped into the kitchen.

“Master Damian, splendid of you to join us,” he remarked dryly.

Damian let out a long sigh as he climbed on a bar stool.

A small smile was playing on Ellie’s lips at his never-changing antics and faced the butler again. With her arms widened at her sides, Ellie requested, “Permission to enter your dominion of the kitchen, good Sir?”

“Yes, you may, Miss Ellie.” Alfred gave his consent and stepped a few feet to the right to grant her some space behind the kitchen island.

Ellie placed her arms on the counter, with her upper body leaning forward in interest. “So, what are you in the mood for?” she asked Damian.

“I’m not really a breakfast person.”

Glancing at Alfred for guidance, the bespectacled man said with raised eyebrows, “Don’t look at me. Master Damian usually only comes down for lunch.”

Ellie barely managed to suppress a sigh. “Okay, fine. Then I’ll just make something for later. How about some cookies again?”

Damian pursed his lips in consideration. “Chocolate chip?”

“Sure. Who knows, with you overseeing the process, you can be rest assured of the absence of poison.” Ellie’s chocolate-brown eyes were glinting with irony to illustrate her teasing nature.

Damian chose to tilt his head before saying, “Deal.”

Ellie chuckled and offered her hand to seal that deal. While shaking on it, he merely rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.

Alfred’s voice spoke up next to them, “Permission to leave my high dominion?”

Ellie’s head whipped around at the blasphemy. “No, denied. Your involvement is crucial. Your hands are surgeon-like.” To clarify her point, she twisted her fingers into claws, like she was preparing to hold the Holy Grail.

Alfred accepted his fate by bowing his head, although her intuition was telling her that he didn’t mind if it meant to have a peaceful Damian at their side. It reminded her of simpler times. “As you wish, Miss Ellie.”

It surprised her how everything felt so fun and harmonious once they got to work. Alfred and Ellie did most of the talking while Damian silently observed what they were doing, with his arms braced against the counter. As though he was monitoring a science project.

After closing the oven door, with the inside filled with two baking sheets, Alfred turned around with a satisfied smile on his face. To be honest, Ellie was still admiring the pink apron the butler wore, with the words ‘The last time I cooked hardly anyone got sick’ printed on it.

“Fifteen minutes, and they’re done,” he told them before hanging the apron back on the hook by the wall next to the fridge.

“Thanks, Alfred.” Ellie smiled in gratitude. Her gaze met the other half of the cream-colored batter mixed with the chocolate in the plastic bowl. “I think we can deal with the rest.”

“Good. Please don’t burn the kitchen down in my absence,” Alfred mentioned with a dry tone before walking off to tend to his other chores.

“Very funny. I’ve never been charged for arson by the way. Or caught at least,” Ellie called out sarcastically to his retreating back.

Her eyes met Damian’s again before she grabbed two empty baking sheets. “If you want, you can try some of the batter before we continue.”

“No, thank you.”

Ellie’s eyes widened at his adamant reluctance. “No, thank you? Different question: have you ever tried batter?” For some reason she couldn’t imagine this boy who seemed like a complaining old man sometimes to ever indulge in simple and enjoyable things.

Damian looked equally insulted and judged by the mere suggestion. “No.”

“Look, I won’t force you to do anything. But I’m just saying if you want to, you can. Nothing shameful about it.” Ellie placed parchment paper on the sheets. “I can tell you I used to do that all the time as a kid.”

Arching an eyebrow in skepticism, Damian asked, “All the time?”

“That’s the greatest thing about baking. It’s fun, trust me.” Ellie shrugged before her voice turned indulgent. “And it tastes good.”

“If it gets you off my back, fine.” Damian jumped down from his chair and went behind the counter to open a drawer and pull out a teaspoon.

Ellie shook her head. “Geez, no need to do me a favor. Maybe I don’t want you to miss out on things, Damian.”

Before she knew it, his mouth swallowed half of the batter-filled spoon. Damian’s big brown eyes fixed on hers, a range of emotions flickering in them.

Ellie leaned her hand against the counter and waited for his verbal reaction. “What’s the verdict?”

He licked his lips, staring in mild captivation at the clean spoon. With his mouth still filled with the treat, he mumbled, “It’s good.”

“Tough crowd, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll convert you to becoming a sweet tooth. You want to help with the rest?” Ellie nudged her head at the baking trays. She had realized that for Damian to realize he wanted to do something nice for himself, challenges would have to be made. “How about it? You think you can do better than the great Alfred Pennyworth?”

Damian sent her a dark glower before muttering through gritted teeth, “Step away and give me the scoop.”

With merely a smile tipping on the corners of her lips, Ellie did as she was told and watched in fascination while the next actions of the stubborn boy appeared to be quite meticulously driven. Damian’s razor-sharp focus fixated on the small dollop of batter he placed on the parchment paper, with the tip of his tongue pressed against his top lip.

“Someone’s taking this quite seriously, huh?” Ellie uttered with a teasing whisper.

“Hush,” Damian mumbled resolutely.

Sometimes his stubbornness was just too adorable, Ellie thought, and shook her head with snorts of laughter leaving her lips.

The wonderful smell of chocolate chip cookies started to spread in the air, evoking childhood memories of her Aunt Mallory showing her how to bake in the kitchen.

The sound of the door banging shut made her heart beat vigorously underneath her sternum.

“Jesus.” Ellie closed her eyes to recover and placed her hand against her chest to will her pumping organ to settle down.

“It’s just Dick,” Damian explained calmly, not showing any reaction at all that he the startling noise ruffled him.

Ellie sent a slightly calmer glance at the back of his inky-haired head. “Yeah, I gathered that by his lack of manners.”

Dick chose that moment to walk around the corner and enter the kitchen, clad in his trademark black leather jacket and dark jeans. “Someone been talking about me?” Instantly, his curious gaze met the baking sheet Damian was preparing—and he was just finishing his fourth cookie.

Dick furrowed his brows and his body tensed at the surprising image that awaited him. It was quite a fascinating sight indeed to witness a serene and focused Damian putting dollops of cookie batter on the parchment paper.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Cookies,” Ellie replied and instantly saw Dick’s eyes light up.

Dick’s eyes rested on the young boy for a few seconds before staring at Ellie again with an unreadable expression. Knowing that he was brimming with questions, she faced Damian again.

“You think I can leave you alone for a few minutes, Damian?”

He shrugged briefly before mumbling, “I’m not a baby.”

Chuckling quietly and rolling her eyes at Damian’s surliness, Ellie waved to the hallway at Dick. Just to be on the safe side, she took her phone with her to keep track of the alarm she had set for the oven and walked into the hallway close to the foyer.

She crossed her arms over her chest as soon as she leaned against the pillar. Ellie tilted her head once Dick was standing right in front of her while both faced Damian working in the kitchen.

“How did you—?” Dick’s arm waved in incredulity at the wondrous mirage standing behind the kitchen counter. “—What did you do with Damian?”

Ellie smiled softly, appreciating even more how she pulled him out of his rough shell ever since she saw Dick’s reaction. “Nothing, I swear. We were just having a nice time together.”

That statement confused him even more, judging by the deep furrow on his face. “Did you just associate ‘nice time’ with Damian?”

“I might have challenged him to it, but I didn’t want him to miss out on things.” Ellie couldn’t understand why she was getting emotional suddenly. “Damian’s just a child. He’s already had it rough enough in his life. I just wanted to give something back to him.”

Dick’s features softened before his gaze wandered to his younger brother. “Huh, who’d have thought that Damian could be a kid sometimes,” he muttered under his breath, as a vulnerable but sentimental expression crossed over his face.

Ellie followed his gaze and met Damian’s bent-over figure who was getting close to finishing his masterpiece. “He was always a kid, he just rarely let himself be one. Damian just needs to know that people care about him and that he doesn’t need to be a tough kid all the time.”

Dick raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really? You don’t mind the glaring and snide remarks?”

A fond smile played on Ellie’s lips at that blunt honesty. “Not at all. I like him. Including the glaring and snide remarks.”

Despite her assurance Dick seemed still a bit unsure. “If you say so. God, you’re weird.” He stepped away from her before something else seemed to cross his mind. “But do remember to leave some cookies for Bruce, alright? I’ll deny it all if you tell him, but the last time you made them he was quite miffed that he didn’t get some.”

Ellie tilted her head in fascination. “I never would have thought that Bruce was into sweets.”

“Oh, trust me, he’s a man of mystery.”

A/N: Yes, I included Cassandra. Initially, I wanted to use some OC, I don't know if it makes sense to even include her in this scenario. For some reason, I just liked the idea of a possible future where Cassandra could join the Batfamily. Unfortunately, I only had wiki pages to base this character on since I didn't read the comics and I heard her character in Birds of Prey isn't accurate.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @alwayshave-faith @ikranfuad @daydreaming-gemini @bluegalaxyprime @liadamerondjarin @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog @yanna-banana

#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #batfleck x oc #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman x oc #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman imagines #batman imagine #damian wayne #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson

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bluboothalassophile · 6 years

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Welcome to Chaos

@chromium7sky, again a HUGE thanks to her for allowing me to use the Batlings for this story!

Spoilers for Hopes for a Bastard!

Disney and Disasters!

Raven walked in holding a bowl of popcorn with Helena on her hip.

“And you’re sure you can handle the four hellions?” Jason asked again.

“No, no I’m not sure that I, the Queen of Hell, can handle for kids under the age of three.” She sighed as she gave her best friend a baleful stare.

“Hey, I’m being responsible and asking!”

“Go, you and Dami will be back by three, we’ll be sleeping, if you’re running late, text me, and we’re having a Disney and Pixar marathon,” Raven stated as she set the popcorn down. Ace thumped his tail as he cuddled Lian on the couch. Alfred the cat was stretched out on the back of the couch and Titus sat in front of the Batcave entrance faithfully because Damian was going to go there, the dog would try to deter that. Terry giggled and held onto a floating Mar'i who was sucking her pacifier innocently as her solid green eyes stared down at them.

“Rae…”

“Go Jason, I babysit your hellion all the time.” she shoved at Jason’s shoulder towards the clock.

“Lian’s not mine,” Jason grumbled.

“And I’m your lover, get going Jason, Damian will be down soon,” she shoved him at the door.

“Seriously Rae, if anything happens…” Jason started.

“Jason Peter Todd If You Do Not Go Down That Clock I Will Send You To Hell! Go!” she snapped and pointed at the clock.

“Fine, if you need me call!” he called over his shoulder.

“Helena, your big brother is an idiot,” Raven smiled at the baby girl. Helena smiled.

“I’m not her brother!”

“Technically you are! Cat adopted you! Now Go Jay!” she shouted after him before shutting the clock behind him and flopping onto the couch. She used her powers to catch Terry who squealed in delight as at being caught by telekinesis then she set him on the couch. Mar'i flew onto Raven’s shoulder.

“Hello darling,” Raven smiled at her goddaughter. The baby sucked her pacifier as her riot of flaming black curls pinkened at the tips.

“Raven,” Damian's commanding tone had her looking up at the kid. He was about twelve.

“If you ask if I can handle this I would like to point out I am legal to drink on the solstice and can vote, have magic, telekinesis, shadows, and many other powers, which is more than you, so get your ass down to that cave and go!” she snapped. The tween huffed as he stalked to the cave then and Raven smiled.

“Incredibles 2!” she said, Lian and Terry squealed for joy at her words, Helena laughed, Mar'i tugged on her hair. Raven used the shadows to set it up, having the babies fascination as it started the movie then.

Raven summoned her math book for studying as she had that atrocious math final on Monday, then a wedding to attend on Saturday. Plus the week of prepping this was going to take, and the three day celebration for Dick and Kori’s wedding… it was going to be a long week.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Damian roused when he heard voice then bolted upright noticing the weight on his chest was missing, he was up and silently making his way through the house and came to the family entertainment room.

He stopped in shock as he stared at Ingo sitting there, holding the remote, sucking on a book; Huckleberry Finn, staring with wide eyes at the television. Damian just blinked several times to make sure he was seeing this right, when the lavender head turned on him and brilliant emerald eyes stared at him as Ingo sucked harder on the book. For being a year and about a half old, Ingo was a quiet baby who didn’t talk all that much.

“Mama,” Ingo suddenly blurted out, the book clattered onto the floor and his son looked bewildered and disappointed.

“Mama is resting,” he assured his child sitting down on the couch with Ingo and picking the kid up.

“Mama!” the boy pointed at the television and Damian stared at the video of his and Raven’s wedding. Raven was smiling, her lavender hair was pulled up and twisted into an intricate bun, her wine colored eyes were shining brightly and beautifully as a pink blush dusted her pale cheeks. She stood there before him in a beautiful feathery like dress, it looked like something of a dream. He hugged Ingo and stared at his wedding.

Jon had been his best man. Dick was with Kori and holding baby Mar'i, Tim and Stephanie were there, Jason was ginning mischievously, Maya, Mother, Selina, Father, they were all there, and he could only remember having eyes for Raven. It was something magical.

“Mama,” Ingo whined and reached for her.

“Mama is not here, she is resting.”

Tears formed in Ingo’s eyes and Damian stroked his son’s head.

“It is alright son, she will be back.”

“Mama,” Ingo whined.

Damian wanted his wife too, and he kind of wished he was there with her now. But that was not possible right now, she was at a spa resort in Vermont, and she’d be resting, pampered, cared for, everything he needed.

“Mama NOW!” Ingo screamed.

“No!” Damian snapped as he stood.

The room trembled, books rattled on their shelves and things started flying and Ingo screamed at the top of his lungs then.

“MAMA NOW!” Ingo screamed.

“No!” Damian repeated wincing at the pitch. There was a scream then there was darkness and Damian yelped as he was sucked into a void like one of Raven’s portals before he came stumbling out the other side in his family entertainment room and fell over the back of the couch, curling around Ingo to protect the baby.

“OW!” He landed on someone, there was a startled yelp before shadows warped and everything went flying. With a thud he slammed into a table, there were barks and low growls and screams, but pain burst forward when he smashed his elbow.

“Mama!” Ingo shouted then.

“What the Hell!?” a feminine voice gasped.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason was in his armor, on his bike when the demon spawn joined him.

“Raven is pushy.”

“She doesn’t like hovering,” Jason shrugged. He got it, he was hovering, but seriously, the four kids, under the age of four, together, they were trouble, and a handful, and he’d been duped into watching the four of them together often enough to hesitate. He also knew if Raven was in over her head she’d call her moms, right? Harley and Ivy were surprisingly good with Helena and Lian, he’d bet they could handle Terry and Mar'i. Oh, he needed to stop thinking and go get into trouble now. Something had to be happening tonight on patrol. Anything! It was Gotham!

“You are still insisting with Artemis as your date?” Damian sneered at the thought.

“And what’s wrong with Arty?” Jason demanded as he revved his engine, and kicked the stand up before they blasted out.

“She’s not right for you.”

“Jesus kid, it’s a date for a wedding, not an engagement for life!” Jason snapped. He had asked Artemis because Dick had gotten on his nerves, and apparently, Jason couldn’t go with Roy or Raven as Raven was the Maid of Honor and paired with the Bestman, Wally, and Roy was with Donna as they were both bridesmaid and groomsmen. Honestly, not his wedding, not his set up, not his worry, but he was going to the damn wedding as a peace offering for Dick. Dick had insisted he have a date, so Jason had asked the biggest lesbian on the planet to go with him; Artemis of Bana-Mighdall.

“It better not be,” Damian sneered.

“You do realize Arty is a lesbian, right?” Jason asked blandly.

Damian gave him a dumb look and Jason snickered then as he leapt onto the highway, they merged into traffic before speeding then, as they raced into Gotham.

Bat Brat was going to drive him nuts! Nearly two years later and the demon brat hadn’t stopped this ridiculous idea that Jason should be dating Raven, and that simply was not going to happen because she was his best friend with Roy. And Jason was not fucking up his best relationship to appease the bat brat.

There was an alert going off at WE labs, which had him and Damian turning hard down the exit as the Bat signal flickered to light then was solid as it loomed over Gotham.

Just another night in paradise!

For a mad minute everything was going to be hell and a handbasket and he was kind of looking forward to it as he raced Damian towards the precinct then for the WE problem.

-Be Safe

The text illuminated on his bike.

“How much you bet Cat forced B to text that rather than leaving to come here for the night?” Jason asked Robin.

“Father does as he pleases and does not submit to a woman’s whims!” Damian snapped.

Jason barked a laugh as they raced to the meet.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven had been dozing on the couch, with Mar'i, Helena, Lian and Terry, Ace on her feet, and Titus right below her, with Alfred the Cat on her shoulder. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she had woken to the glowing black screen, something had been tickling her empathy, and it was bothering her, then there’d been a burst of blackness, a body landing on her, which she had tossed off as she threw herself and the babies into the air, and floated ready to strike whoever it was down.

Then there’d been a scream for mama and now there was a baby with bright green eyes and purple hair flying at her.

“What the Hell!?” she gasped. Mar'i cried loudly now and there was a burst of star bolts at the baby, Raven wrapped all shadows around everyone and slammed them into a dining room as she sealed the babies in high chairs, and the stranger in a chair. The man was familiar and every flavor of his emotions a nuance she knew which had her forming a shadow blade as she approached him slowly.

“Ow,” he groaned out, then brilliant green eyes opened to stare at her. They weren’t the right eyes, but the face was right.

“Raven!?” he sputtered. “What are you doing here!? I gave you the weekend off!” he sputtered.

“Funny, no one can make me do anything, who are you?” she demanded as she lifted her shadow blade beneath his chin, tilting his head back a bit.

“Don’t be ridiculous Raven, you know exactly who I am,” the man snapped irritably.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m your husband, Damian,” he growled.

“Okay, now I just think your nuts!” She decided. “What insane version of me, would ever marry a version of Damian Wayne, other than one that clearly fell for jailbait.”

“Jailbait!? Don’t be so crass, you sound like that imbecile Todd.”

“I see, so you are from a different dimension, the Damian from here would kill for me to end up with his idiot brother.” Raven sighed and released the shadows before she grabbed the man’s head to inspect where he had hit it. It was a habit, one she wasn’t out of as she dragged her fingers through his hair and found the knot before healing that little goose egg.

“Different dimension?” Damian sputtered.

“Yes, I had thought you were from demented future, but you are most certainly from a different dimension, which means, I’m Raven, but I’m not your wife,” Raven stated releasing him.

“Ingo,” he growled as he stood for the baby. The baby squealed and Raven gasped as she was tackled on her waist by a baby who smiled brightly up at her.

“Mama!”

“Oh dear Azar,” she sighed.

“Can you get us back?”

“I don’t even know where you’re from!” Raven snapped trying to pry the clingy baby off her to hand it back to it’s father.

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vivian24l · 3 years

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Last group of kids for now in the next generation of heroes!!

Rashida Arella Wayne : Daughter of Damian Wayne and Rachel (Raven) Roth

Menall Al Ghul : Daughter of Mara Al Ghul

Lian Harper : Daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen

Rashida Wayne © me (vivian24l)

Menall Al Ghul © me (vivian24l)

Lian Harper © DC

Questions and art/character requests can be submitted in my ask box or direct/private message

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chromium7sky · 6 years

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It's mother's day appreciation... I know i'm kinda late 😅😅 but give your mom the biggest hug!! 😆😆 yep there's the batling and their mom, Raven ahahahah

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c-nstantine · 3 years

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Mr. And Mrs. Wayne

Bruce Wayne x black!fem!reader

Word Count:801 words

Warnings: Mostly fluff, a bit suggestive at the end.

Description: Mr. and Mrs. Wayne do fun and interesting interview about their love life.

"It's wonderful to have you both here, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne." The producer spoke from behind a camera. In front of the production crew sat Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire, and his wife, Y/N Wayne. Bruce wore his classic trousers, turtle neck, and blazer while Y/N donned a pastel yellow sundress.

"It's great to be here. I'm so excited to answer these questions." Y/N proclaimed with a wide smile. A smile that Bruce could recognize by the crinkles in his wife's brown skin. Her skin shimmered against the lighting of the interview.

"The first question comes from Twitter: 'How do the Wayne's keep up with their kid's names? They've adopted so many.'"The producer read off of a clipboard.

"I don't think keeping up with our kid's names is hard," Bruce answered calmly.

"You called Damian Cassandra the other day. I've called them all by the wrong name at some point but it gets worse when we do sleepovers and everyone brings a friend over." Y/N commented fondly while thinking of her children.

"I ordered thirty pizzas," Bruce said while kissing Y/N's cheek. Y/N and Alfred were working on making cupcakes for the kids and their many guests. Dick and Jason invited Roy, Donna, Wally, and Garth. Roy could find a babysitter so Y/N volunteered to watch Lian while the guys hung out. Tim invited Bart and Kon while Damian invited Jon and Raven. Cassandra invited Babs, Stephanie, and Cassie Sandsmark. Duke invited some friends that Y/N hadn't met yet but they were in the superhero business.

"Bart and Wally are coming over," Y/N looked at her husband doubtfully.

"I'll call Domino's back," Bruce said patting his pockets for his phone. It wasn't unusual for Batman to lose things that he thought were of minimum importance.

"Next to the coffee pot. What would he do without us, Alfred."

"Master Wayne would indeed struggle."

"Question two comes from Tumblr: How did you two meet?"

"Yeah, Bruce how did we meet?" Y/N said turning her head to face Bruce. Bruce looked over and chuckled slightly.

"Tim Drake, my third oldest son, is a very bright boy but sometimes he lacks motivation. Y/N was the only teacher at Gotham Academy who got through to him. We've been together ever since."

"That's not what happened at all."

"Thank you for coming in, Mr. Wayne. I understand that you are a busy man. "Y/N said moving her faux locs off of her shoulder. Her classroom was chilled but her smile was warm and inviting. Sitting in front of the beautiful teacher, Bruce wondered if Tim was distracted by her prettiness.

"Is Tim acting out in class?" Bruce spoke with his 'charm' that the media has grown to love.

"Not exactly, "Y/N moved three papers next to each other and put them in front of Mr. Wayne, "these are Tim's latest papers and tests."

"They're all A's." Bruce noticed.

"Exactly. Your son manages to sleep through every single class but he manages to get straight A's. I believe Tim could be a genius and would love for him to test out of high school." Y/N spoke happily of Tim. The boy was a bit disheveled all the time but Y/N could tell that he meant well.

"As much as I agree with you, I would like Tim to have a somewhat normal high school experience. However, maybe you and I could-"

"I'm gonna stop you there, Mr. Wayne. I don't fraternize with the parents of my students. It goes against school policy." Y/N smiled as she opened the large mahogany door to let Bruce Wayne out of her classroom.

"Have a nice day!" Y/N exclaimed as she watched Bruce Wayne walk down the hallway of the infamous Gotham Academy.

"The next day, there was a board meeting that changed the policy. I wonder which donor allowed that to happen." Y/N said looking directly into the camera.

"I have no idea." Bruce whistled.

"He's not as smooth as the media portrays him to be."

"Sweetheart, I have a reputation to uphold," Bruce commented.

"Speaking of your reputation, Mr. Wayne. This next question is targeted towards you and it comes from Reddit: I heard a rumor that Bruce Wayne doesn't give head. Do y'all think that's true?" Y/N and Bruce both laughed before the question was finished.

"What type of rumor? I received head on the regular and it's immaculate because he does this thing whe-."

"Y/N!" Bruce stopped her before she got too in detail.

"What?"

"The kids wanted to watch this interview. I think that's all the time we have." Bruce signaled the production crew to wrap up the interview. Before the cameras cut, Y/N mouthed the word 'immaculate'. She giggled happily, while Bruce shook his head in his hands.

"We should do more of these."

"No."

#bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman imagines #bruce wayne imagines #batmom #batmom fic #batfam #batfam fic #jason todd #dick grayson #cassandra cain #damian wayne #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce x black!reader #c-nstantine

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child.

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers.

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off.

Let’s start from the beginning.

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It started off with a gala.

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events. You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it.

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room.

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls.

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone.

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.”

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously. He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?”

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these.

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne.

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??”

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard.

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom.

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra.

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them.

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper. You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother.

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken. He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #dc comics x reader #marvel x reader #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #tony is a good dad #poc reader #reader insert #avengers x reader #crossover

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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They'll Never Break Me

Damian Wayne/Batman X Rachel Roth/Raven

Raven! Batmom

Warnings:major character injury

Words:1188

Batfam age reverse. Damian/Batman gets severely injured while on patrol. Causing each member of the Batfamily intense worry.

Damian's P. O. V

Laying flat on my stomach on the bed. My back straight with a burning sensation from the harsh blows. Only wearing my boxers with a blanket laid on me below my back. My arm's crossed underneath the pillow where my head laid looking to my right. My breaths swift and forced. Rachel kisses my head running her soothing fingers through my hair. I hear, a soft cry escape her lips. I sadly smile. I wanted so badly to assure her that I am strong enough to withstand what they tried to break. Though with my back heavily pained with the heavy medication to ease the agonizing pained deep lacerations among my back. I felt so weakened that made my core boil with anger. I reach out to her hand and hold it. She places my hand on her swollen abdomen. The reason she could not take my pain. It was a blessing in my eyes. Our little miracle. I then feel a soft kick. My wife gasped with a soft laugh.

"she's worried about you too" Rachel mumbled

I hummed in response. I then feel Titus whimper licking my hand. He then laid beside my bed.

Rachel's P. O. V

I step out of the room as, my husband sleeps. I instantly sense each uneasy presence of my children and Alfred. I first knock on Stephanie's door.

"c'mon in mom" she dryly said very out of character but understandable given the worrisome circumstances.

I open the door Stephanie was sitting on her bed with little Cassandra holding her big sister's arm. Cassandra's little eye's watering. My heart physically heavies.

"oh my sweet girl's" I lean over kissing Cassandra's little face and Stephanie's forehead "he's gonna be OK.. Would you girl's like a sleepover in my bedroom?" I offered

"yay!" Stephanie exclaimed "that's exactly what I need right now!"

Both the girls follow me out of there room. We step into the hallway. I see Jason peep his head out from the doorway. He was wearing his Grinch themed pajama pants. His face angered and I can sense he's so scared. I softly smile to my son.

"would you like to join us?"

He shrugs his shoulders "nah I'm fine not a kid anymore"

I step to him and touch his face. I wanted so badly to take every fear that he has. I wrap my arms around him. Jason was already nearly taller than me. He takes a deep breath.

"he will be OK" I whispered loud enough for only him to hear. "he's not going to leave"

He finally wraps his arms around me. His breaths became calmer.

"thanks" he mumbled

I kiss his forehead "if you change your mind we'll be in my room"

"k-k" he replied half-shaken

I then step to Richard's bedroom. I look at my little girls.

"stay here"

I open the door instantly taking in the presence of his heartache. He's in so much emotional pain. Scared of losing Damian. He laid on his side facing away from me. I touch his shoulder and gently run my fingers through his hair. He began to cry. I kiss his head.

"I c-can't lose somebody I love again mom"

"shhh you're going to lose Damian. Don't forget he's Batman" I assured as, he half smiled

Damian's P. O. V

This is agonizing. Tim had no choice but to be Batman.. For now. It's been 34 hour's of endless rest. I remained in the exact place. Rachel would kill me if I even considered leaving this room. I hear my door crack open

"Dami" Richard softly said "I didn't want to bother you.."

"Richard" I whisper and then clear my throat to try to ease my breath as I prepare to speak "come hither" I weakly said

He, steps to the right side of the bed and kneels on the floor, his arms on the bed. I move my hand out from underneath the pillow. I twist my wrist and open my hand. Please hold it. Take my hand son. He carefully holds my large hand. My hand covering his little hand. Good. I move my hand straight still grasping Grayson's hand. I hear him sniff. I open my eye's seeing his tears. My sinks to my gut. He lays his forehead on my hand. I can't physically move and hold him. Tell him to not cry because I'm ok. It kills me being so helpless. I squeeze my hand that was in between his small grasp. As kind and carefree as he acts... He's still hurting. I love him as my own and always will. I shouldn't though I unintentionally did. My heart has done many things without my control. Falling in love with Rachel whom cared for someone as undeserving as I am. I became a father to two precious girl's. Three boy's whom I love as any father would have. I am not good with word's. They'll likely never know how much I love them. Rachel does. She sees me for who I am. For what I believed for so long wasn't there. She loves me with her hole heart. All the love I have from my family scares me that I'll lose them to. Grayson stutters heavily letting his pain be heard.

"shhh" I mumbled to Grayson

He shakes his head continuing to dry his impending tears as his lips tremble. I pull his hand to me. He moves onto the bed with complete ease and carefulness. He sits crossing his legs. I hold his wrist, pulling him down. He lays his head on the pillow in front of my face while crouched up. I use my thumb and rub his wrist. His eye's swelled from tears and face saddened. He's too good for this world. I don't deserve to be thought of as a father by him.

"I've been learning piano" he said to try to lighten the mood

I gently nodded in approvement. He then began to cry. My heart sinks. What do I do?

"it's my fault Damian" he cried drying his tears with his right wrist "I'm Robin I shhh-should have been there"

"not your fault son... I'm strong.."

He holds onto my shoulder carefully. That following night the children each came into my room while Tim was on patrol and Alfred assisted him in the Bat-cave. The floor was covered with blankets and pillows. Cassandra asked for a "sleepover in daddy's room".. It was... difficult to say no. Rachel laid on her side beside me.

"alright lights out and everyone be quiet.. You know I can even hear you breath so don't think you can get passed me" Rachel told our children

Each of the children showed me affection in their own way. Cassandra kissed my head. Stephanie flicked my forehead and said she missed picking on me. Richard hugged my head gently. Jason scoffed and said "sleep well old man". Then they laid on their pillows with their blankets. Rachel kissed my neck, her body close enough for me to feel our unborn daughter kick.

"sleep well my love"

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fancyfade · 2 years

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Do you think Roy would immediately help his friends with kids or spend a good amount of time laughing and watching the chaos first: Like would he be all "my time has come" and be the perfect uncle or be the absolute worst to mess with his friends. Also what kinds of things do you think the new parents would bond over.

I think that he would laugh at them but not for long then he would be 'my time has come'. but also make fun of them. he would keep it up until dinah shows up and reminds everyone he let lian have an (unloaded) gun as a toy for a bit...

at the beginning i feel like they would bond over 'holy shit am i a *real* adult now? saving the world is comparatively easy this baby is too tiny how do i protect it' especially with them having seen the scarier parts of the world on a daily basis

i feel like dick, raven, and kory* would bond over 'wait a minute that WASN'T normal/ WASN'T how you were supposed to treat a kid...' though dick presumably got some of this when he was being batman to damian's robin and he avoided a lot of the mistakes bruce made with him, but i'm not sure raven or kory ever really talked about what unfair decisions their parents/guardians made for them when they were children? like raven expresses some resentfulness at the way that she was raised to be the vessel through which trigon would be destroyed (not to anyone else though) in the forrester arc and how she wishes that she had been prepared for the challenges of a normal life, and i feel like if her kid had any of her demon powers she would be extremely torn between 'it is my duty to make sure the world doesn't get destroyed' and 'holy shit my childhood fucked me up and i can't imagine telling my kid to repress their emotions the same way i was'. then you have kory who was traded away to be a slave in exchange for the war ending and i think if kory ever thought back on that after she had a kid she would just be so horrified at the idea of doing that to her own kid and it may lead to some re-evaluations like... holy shit! My dad majorly screwed me over! Who could do that!

i feel like the people who had extreme expectations on them as kids for one reason or another (raven, dick, kory, vic) would all be torn on how to do this like... for the most part, they would view their training and expectations as extremely necessary, but also it did negatively affect them in some cases... i think vic might in a way be slightly chiller because he did make up with his dad where raven and kory haven’t (well raven with azar and her mom, not her dad) and may not have a chance to ever ... and dick just isn’t gonna talk about his problems to bruce at all period :P but i think vic would be able to both give his kid high expectations and not give them a complex, he would try to avert some stuff that bugged him when he was a kid (like saying you have to do x instead of y) yet also encourage them to be excellent in whatever they do...

i also think that once their kids get to kid-superhero age they would all suffer a crisis of ‘ok we were doing this at their age but also... our babies... ‘ and feel super protective

* (and inb4 I am not saying all of this is at the same level of severity. I don't think bruce is abusive to dick or at least i think he SHOULDNT be written that way but I do think that he has a hard time dealing with emotions and it would lead to dck understanding how the way he dealt with it did not wind up feeling fair to him all the time and he does not want to repeat those mistakes).

#ask #dc comics #anon #teen titans #the new teen titans #dick grayson #koriandr #raven #victor stone

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alexcors · 6 months

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Second chapter. Daddy is here!🤣🤣🤣

#damirae #demonbirds #damian wayne #damian x raven #raven #teen titans #damirae children

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imaginationjunkie · 4 years

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Say the word

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda heartwarming

I tried to control my fast breaths, lifting my head from the crook of Jason’s neck to give him a lazy kiss. Deliriousness coursed through our veins, minds hazy from the aftermath bliss of an intimate climax.

Being apart for weeks for his mission and my conference clearly had one gigantic perk- the mad intense I-missed-you-so-fucking-much sex.

It doesn’t matter if it was the first or the thousandth time, the feeling of his body against mine never failed to weaken my limbs to mush and warm my heart, like it’s soup being heated up on a stove.

A smile split my lips as I tried lifting my naked body up from his chest, and failing. The thick, muscular arms that were tightly wrapped around my waist stopped me from doing so. It made me smile wider and lean down to put my lips on Jason’s.

“You know you’re gonna have to stop doing that right?” I murmured, running my fingers through his dark raven locks. A chaste kiss was placed on my cheek by his smirking lips.

“Hmm? Doing what?”

I leaned down so that our bare chests pressed against each other, lips hovering over his. My whisper was naughty as I answered him.

“Why should I? We both seem to like it so very much,” Jason nuzzled his nose against mine with a mischievous smirk.

“Because if by any chance I get preggers before marriage, my parents will chase you to the ends of the earth and decapitate the crap out of you,” I whispered jokingly, but meant every word. “And then after they’re done with you, they’ll feed me to the demons.”

My ever-so-daring boyfriend’s reply was to lowly chuckle and simply kiss my shoulder.

Affection came naturally to us now, especially since Jason had been touch starved practically since birth. The first few months of our relationship, I had to have a mental debate every time before touching him; how far I should go with the cuddling, to hold his hand or not, put my legs on his body while cuddling or not...

Unlike his brother Dick, who much to Jason’s irritation loved pulling me into a tight hug every time we met, Jason just wasn’t the affectionate type.

After a few months, I understood how badly he needed to be touched- to be loved, to be comforted. When he got the message that it’s okay to hold me as much as he wants, that there’s finally someone he can lose himself in, someone he can love, he found a way to touch me every spare moment we spent together. Kissing my neck, nuzzling his nose, holding my hips, putting his large hand on the small of my back or around my waist, constantly lifting me onto his lap- the list’s never ending.

“I’m serious, a child out of wedlock is beyond just a sinful taboo in my family,” I booped his nose, leaning my forearms on his chest to hold my upper body up.

Jason pretended to be lost in thought for a while before suddenly rolling our bodies over to our sides, the ridges and sinewy muscles of his defined chest flush against my back. He tucked the messy portion of my hair out of the way before kissing from my neck up to the back of my ear.

“Well since marriage is out of the question, I’ve no option than to not make my pull out game weak,” his tongue darted out to lick my ear teasingly.

Ignoring the pang that hit my heart at his statement about marriage, I turned to swat his chest teasingly. My lips were unable to hold back a grin at his reference to WAP .

“What? You’re the one who keeps dancing to it every morning,” Jason grinned back at me.

“It’s 4 am, we should sleep,” I shook my head at him, turning to face forward again. Jason and my shared bedroom turned dark as he flicked the dim bedside lamp off, making the glow of moonlight our only source of light.

The warmth from having his arms encased around me brought a serene feeling, making me think about how impossible it’d be to live without Jason Todd.

“I love you,” he murmured against my neck.

My eyes closed shut, senses overwhelmed with the depth of my feelings.

“I love you,” I whispered back.

I had an amazing life- loving and supporting, albeit sometimes overbearing, parents, a great job, a pretty apartment, and a man I’m certain I’d love and be loved by for the rest of my life. For the entirety of my existence, I’ve had the one thing Jason never did- stability.

But when it’s meant to be, it’ll always be.

God, fate or whatever higher force is up there looking over us made sure to let our souls find each other. Cherish each other.

I knew Jason’s views on marriage and children. It was hard enough for him to indulge himself with something as normal as a committed relationship, that too for two and a half years; but it’d actually be impossible for him to be a husband, a father. He didn’t have a basic job in the least, and thus didn’t think tying the knot and being a family man would be suitable for him.

Ever since I was a little girl, one of the things I’ve wanted greatly was to be married to the man I loved someday. But for Jason I could give it up. I could give up the hopes of having a ring on my finger and a baby on my belly, because he means more to me than anything ever will.

¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡

*2 months later, New Year’s eve night at the Wayne Manor backyard*

“Damian, those aren’t fireworks, they’re explosives!”

At my alarmed exclaim, Dick quickly snatched the big box from his younger brother’s hands, waddling his finger as if to say ‘no no’.

“They’re fireworks,” Jason assured from behind. “The kid and I labelled it explosives so Dick doesn’t steal it,”

Dick’s face scrunched up in confusion, “”Why would I steal your fireworks? I’ve better things to do for fu-”

“Miss, the barbecue is ready. Would you like to add the last bit of sauce on top?” The always-polite and everyone’s favorite Alfred smartly interrupted Dick from saying the curse word.

Every time I practically forced my boyfriend, his brothers and father into having a family night, Alfred let me help with the food; and since I suck beyond words at cooking, he always gave me the easy tasks to do.

Now if you’re thinking that prevented me from considering myself as the world’s second Martha Stewart, you’re wrong.

I clapped my hands together in delight, “I’d love to!”

“No she wouldn’t,” Jason, Dick and Tim said at the same time.

I turned to them, perplexed at their concurrent interference.

Taking note of the unusual shiftiness in the boys’ stances, I raised a brow- “And why is that?”

Out of the three suspicious-looking brothers, Dick replied- “Because there’s only 20 minutes till midnight and you have to help us set the fireworks off!”

Now both my eyebrows rose, and I crossed my arms against my chest.

“So you’re telling me,” I said in slow amusement, dragging the words sarcastically. “That three of the strongest night vigilantes of Gotham, one being a violent nutcase once,” a look was thrown in Jason’s direction, “Needs an ordinary girl to set off fireworks?”

This time Tim responded, “Well you see, we’ve never set them off. None of us has ever had the chance to have a normal new years with fireworks and a countdown,”

“Really?” I deadpanned, voice turning into a shrill by the end of the question, “So have I been planning and working my ass off every new year’s for the past three years to make robots happy?”

Tim realized his mistake, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head before trying to redeem himself. “But we’ve never had a family new years, y’know, with the barbecue and fireworks,”

“Also, you’re nowhere near ordinary,” Jason added in a low voice as he came to stand behind me and kissed my temple. I rolled my eyes at the cheesiness, wrapping an arm around the middle of both the boys’ backs.

Right then Damian piped in, surprising everyone. “Plus you’re not a girl, you’re a woman,” he emphasized on the last word, making Jason scoff with a smirk and everyone else laugh.

It didn’t take long for me to grow on Damian, making him accept and like me. From what I heard from his brothers and Alfred, he didn’t like most people and never went easy on newcomers. I was especially concerned about getting Jason’s family to like me, since he didn’t have much of a good relationship with them and I wanted to change that. In the end everyone ended up accepting me; and gradually even treating me as one of their own. Dick and I were practically best friends.

Despite what he used to say, I knew Jason loved them all like they were his own blood; so I knew that it meant a great deal to him to rekindle his relationships with them.

Bruce Wayne’s voice spoke for the first time that evening, “Good evening, my apologies for the delay,”

An awkward silence took over our so-far cozy night. All of the boys looked other directions, not acknowledging their dad who never bothered to show up to any family days on time. I tried my best to knit the boys together, help them get close and create a bond; and saying that I succeeded wouldn’t be a lie. But the fact that Bruce couldn’t even take one day off from his billionaire/ vigilante duties sort of upset me every time.

Jason scoffed, his mouth opening to say something undoubtedly snarky to his father. But before he had the chance to I stepped on his shoe and gripped his hand tightly, silencing him.

“It’s okay Bruce, at least you made it,” I smiled.

The excruciatingly tense atmosphere was cracked by Dick, “I still need help with the fireworks, anyone up for it?”

“I’ll come!” I was quick to squeak and walk towards him.

“Me too,” Damian grumbled, following me.

Tim was the last one. “Yeah, me as well.”

“Great, so you guys do the fireworks and Jaybird and I will be right back!” Dick clapped his hands together in perky delight, pushing Jason’s back forward as they walked into the manor. From the distance, I saw Jason shrug Dick’s hand off before glaring at him. Again, confusion filled me at their strange behavior tonight.

“What was that about?” I asked Tim.

He smiled, “Nothing, probably just vigilante stuff.”

As the minutes passed by, the new year came nearer and nearer. The three of us successfully managed to set off the first batch of fireworks, looking up at the sky and laughing freely. Even Bruce had a small smile as he took a sip of his drink, looking up and the lit up sky with a hand in his pocket.

When it was about 10 minutes to the clock ticking 12:00 am, worry started to cloud the excitement I was feeling; but Tim and Damian were quick to distract it.

“Now can we do the grand purple one?” Damian gave me a rare pleading look.

“Yeah we can, but where’re Jason and Dick? They’re gonna miss new year’s,” I voiced my concern.

Right then, my phone started ringing.

Incoming video call from mom.

I answered, knowing that my parents were calling to say Happy New Year like they did every year. What rendered me surprised after receiving the call was that almost my entire family was on the frame of my mom’ video- two of my aunts, uncles and all the cousins I’m close to. Which are a lot.

I’m a family person, if you couldn’t tell already.

“Hi baby!” My mom grinned.

I grinned back, glee taking over the initial confusion.“Hey y’all! Are you having a New Years party without me?”

One of my younger cousins replied, “Sort of, now show us!”

My brows furrowed, “Show you what?”

A string of ‘oh shit’s sounded from mom’s side, further increasing my confusion.

Out of the blue, Dick intervened from behind me, “The fireworks of course!”

A sudden bang! took us all by surprise, and I looked up to see the huge purple fireworks lighting the dark canvas of the sky up. A wide grin split my lips, along with all the other boys as they whooped at the different shades of purple. It happened to be my favorite color.

I felt the familiar warmth of Jason’s body against my back before hearing or seeing him. The digital clock on the top corner of my phone read 11:55 pm. Not being able to contain my excitement, I subconsciously shoved my phone to Tim, who was beside me, while my family was still on video. I raised a hand to point at the sky.

“Jay look, it’s all so purple!”

And then something happened. Something I wouldn’t even dream of imagining.

Jason’s larger hand rose to the level of mine, which was still pointing up at the sky. He spread my fingers out so that my hand was displayed open. I turned to look at my boyfriend, not quite understanding his intentions.

His eyes were trained on mine, a golden and purple reflection from the fireworks and balcony lights visible on the glossy blue orbs.

Our eyes stayed on each other’s as I felt something cold graze the top of my ring finger.

In the background I heard Dick harshly whisper, “Tim, the song!”

I wasn’t dumb. I knew what my boyfriend was holding on top of that finger.

Jason’s lips were an inch away from my ear as he spoke clearly, not a hint of hesitation in his voice, “Just say the word, and I’ll put a ring on you.”

I couldn’t even look at it as I tried to get over the giant bucket of emotions that was thrown over me. Shock, flabbergast, sheer happiness, disbelief, excitement, a rush of adrenaline. My heart threatened to beat the crap out of my chest.

“Jason,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut as he put his chin on my shoulder, inches from mine. “What. Are. You. Doing??”

He bit his lip, smiling before cryptically answering. “I love you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to get married?” I questioned again. “Do you think I’m pregnant? Are you doing this cause-?” my voice was breathy.

Jason smirked, his unoccupied arm going round me from behind to rest on the other side of my waist. “No baby, I don’t. The twenty something negative pregnancy sticks on the bathroom trash sort of made it clear that you aren’t pregnant.”

I couldn’t hold back my own grin from his teasing. For the first time, I turned my head to look at our hands. The sky was phenomenal in the background of them, a swirl of blue, red and purple as Damian and Dick continued setting the fireworks off. Tim was holding my phone up to where Jason and I were standing, undoubtedly showing the scene to my family. Now I knew why they were all gathered together to call me.

“You asked my parents?”

Jay rubbed his nose on my cheek, his smart-assery coming to action as he quoted my words from that night two months ago- “Of course, wouldn’t wanna be chased to the end of the earth and be decapitated the crap out of now, would I?”

The boys all had blinding bright and hopeful grins on their faces; even Damian! Alfred’s expression could only be described with one adjective- delight, and Bruce had an odd smile as he saw the straight-out-of-a-movie scene unfold.

I turned my head to the side to look at Jason again, grin faltering to a small smile.

This time nervousness coated his expression and words as he asked once again, “Will you marry me?“

I heard my mom speak through the phone, “Oh come on, stop torturing the poor boy! Answer already!“

Taking a deep breath, I leaned my head even closer to Jason’s. His blue eyes pierced into mine with their intensity, and my lips touched his as I said the word softly.

“Yes.”

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babycatglimmer · 3 years

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Can I just imagine Dick Grayson trapped in an identity crisis? He was raised as a showman from birth, was born and raised in the spotlight. From a very young age he learned to "adapt" to the desires of his audience and to be what is expected of him. Didn't that drive him crazy? Richie, Robin, Red X, Nightwing, Renegade, Batman, Agent 07, Ric, Talon and Dickie-boy were masks that Dick wore by choice or not. If Bruce sometimes gets lost so much with the Batman mask, can you imagine Dick with so many that he wore?

I think he sometimes knows how he should act and is confused. Moments that he just stops and faces the situation without expressing anything, as if his mind was trying to understand what he should be at that moment. The fervent follower? The fearless leader? The fellow friend? The aggressive rival? The watchful cold? The responsible brother? Sometimes he just doesn't know and he panics.

There are days when he has 1001% that he loves his family, that he would do anything for them and no matter what will be there for them. He is absolutely sure that he loves his team, and that he would do anything to help his friends and his former mentors. That he loves to be Nightwing.

But there are days that just ... he wonders if he really loves them or he acts like he loves them just because the environment around him asks for it. Does he really care about his team or is it expected of him? Does he really care about Damian or does he just do it because the boy needs him? Did he really love Kori and Barbara, or did he just get carried away by people who said they would be a beautiful couple? He doesn't know, and it scares him.

Do people really know you? Does he know himself? Did he open up to someone for real or just pretend to make him happy?

He doesn't know who Dick Grayson is, he doesn't even know if that persona even existed! He always wanted to be what his audience needed to the point that even he has no idea who he is. Perhaps Ric was the real Dick, a bitter man who does not want to be involved in heroism and wanted to live in peace. But nobody liked Ric, apart from Bea, so what was he supposed to do?

Extra for Comfort: I think his friends first noticed these crises. Identity crises always ended in panic attacks so they started to notice this when they were in their teens.

Dick never told them what it was at the time, but they made a point of being there for him when needed. Distract her mind from whatever crazy she was trying to do.

Wally and Roy were playing video games with Dick

Garth and Donna asked for help in learning other languages

Lily and Joey started a Gartic match with him

Zatanna and Raven did magic tricks for Dick or asked for help to train some things

Gar and Cyborg dragged Dick into the kitchen to make some food from a random country

Kori and Dawn asked for help in training

Mal and Henry placed bets with Dick on stupid games

Jinx and Karen practically forced Dick to have a "spa day" with them

And don't think that they are the only ones who help with this! Dick's family also tries to help at these times, even though they end up being more curious than the Titans about the situation.

But even so, Damian asks Dick for help at school, Tim asks them to go on a mission together, Jason reads stories from the Brothers Grimm to Dick, Cass asks him to dance, Steph asks for companionship to make pranks, Barbara brings the best Realitys Show to Dick to watch and judge with her, Duke calls to see movies from disney and Selina to shop. Bruce doesn't normally approach these moments, but when he does, he takes one of his old comics to read with Dick. Clark in these moments tells stories of Krypton that Kara told him.

He also has Midnighter and Apollo who drag him on a short, random mission. Tiger who calls him to walk around the city and enjoy some bars. Constantine who calls him to his house to show off and make him laugh. Helena who calls him to go after bandits in Gotham. Bea takes him out for a beer and complains about the people who go to his bar. Harley pulls him on a crazy, random adventure for Gotham. And Amy tells about her children and crazy adventures at school.

He is afraid to tell them the reason for the panic attacks. One part sees them as nonsense on his part, a stupid problem that he has made too big a mistake and the other part says that they are going to abandon him because they are going to make sure that he is a farcical liar who played with their feelings. And he is very afraid of that.

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #robin #renegade #red x #batman #dicikie-boy #agent 07 #ric grayson #titans #batman dc #batfamily #batfam #justice league #superman #flash #red robin #red hood #batgirl

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Lovebirds Damian Wayne x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Requested? Yes! From a few lovely anons!

“So far i am loving your blog and went through like all of your writing🥰💖💖💖💗💞! I was wondering if you could do 'star sapphire corp reader' x damien please? Like them getting together” and “Could you please do sapphire lantern reader with your choice of the batboys meeting on a mission?”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I absolutely love the sapphire corps! Thank you for these adorable requests! Dami plus a lover actually in tune with their emotions- hell they’re powered off the emotions- is too funny and so adorable! Also we are going to pretend that Raven and Damian aren’t a thing even though I’m using the DCAU teen titans alrighty? Plus it gives me a chance to ship BBRAE YEAHHHH! Hope you enjoy!

I’m so sorry it’s long it’s my first fic back I was so excited haha

“Deep breaths and English you got this” you stared at yourself in the mirror of your makeshift room in titan’s tower. Being the youngest member of the star sapphire corps you were the one tasked with the trip to earth, it made sense, no one wanted to work with teenage earthly heroes but you. Finally, a chance to meet a being similar in age to you! No more old hymns about the power earthly love, you were about to experience it first hand.

Your mentor had called in a favor and you had been escorted to earth by none other than the physical embodiment of flirtatiousness, Hal Jordan. The trip itself was tiring so upon a midnight arrival you retired to your room without meeting anyone. Now, you could hear a bustling of voices, there was so much emotion radiating it seemed slightly overwhelming, so you opted to wait for Hal to come pull you from your room.

At the familiar knock you shook away your nerves and flexed your hands into fists, feelings your ring almost pushing you to go outside. “Howdy miss l/n! Ready to meet your new team?” You were greeted with the cheesy grin that had apparently wooed your mentor, but always prodded you. “Good morning Hal, temporary team remember?” you replied, letting your aura be picked up by your purple light. Hal coughed awkwardly, “we walk on earth newbie, not many float here” embarrassed, you touched back down, clearing your throat as you exited your quarters.

As you made your way down the hallway shouting grew, but upon you entering the room went quiet. With a small smile wave you scanned the room, noticing a green boy who was burning a strange looking food, two other boys who had froze to look at you but stood at a large table that made a strange sound, and lastly a raven haired boy who was sharpening a- sword? At ten in the morning? On the couch. The green boy came up to you first, “hello! You must be y/n! I’m Gar, there’s Jaime, Vic, Robin, and Raven isn’t here but she’s also part of the team! Nice to meet’cha!” Trying to keep up with the names Gar started shouting “SHE’S HERE Y’ALL” apparently to summon a woman who looked like the leader, as she was much older. Following her was a younger girl in a purple cloak, you quite liked her look and vibes, though she felt quite closed off.

After learning more about everyone at a team breakfast with strangely prepared food you were with the team getting suited up as your mission to travel to Celea, a planet whose environment was toxic to any being over 18, making it a “teen titan’s mission” as they called themselves. As some of the titan’s changed into their suits and prepped themselves for combat you bonded with Raven and Blue Beetle as you had all loaded onto the ship fairly easily. “So why do you have a powerless human on your team? Do you not worry for his safety?” you wondered as you watched Robin methodically pack all his gear. “Trust me, Robin could take all of us out if he wanted to, he’s earned his spot on the team from pure skill and being a little bit of a monster- OOMPH” Jaime was cut off by Raven nudging him. You couldn’t help wanting to hear Robin’s story, as you were like him too- powerless but highly trained and craving to do more. Luckily you had a couple hours of flight to get to know the mysterious boy.

The ship was large, built for a league of heroes apparently. This meant the team had spread out but you had stayed in the piloting area to assure yourself the team was on the right trajectory, apparently Robin was as well. “You actually know where we’re going?” his voice shook you from your calculations. “Yes, I’ve visited Celea before, but never to fight it’s people” you mused, wondering how in just a few years since your visiting a toxic group of manipulative outlaws had attempted to stake their claim to the beautiful Celea. “TT, not much of a fighter?” Robin mused snarkily, his flitted down to the ring on your finger. “Y’know your team here thinks you’re pretty strong, but I’d wager you’d be easy work for me” you teased back, twisting your ring around your finger as Robin came closer to you.

(TW FOR BLOOD)

Sitting next to you he began, “my abilities come from my skill, my wit, and my determination. I don’t believe you can say the same princess” you scoffed, “you underestimate me Robin, this ring is nothing without me, not the other way around. Powered from my emotional control and my creativity, my skill takes focus and agility not just glorified muscle memory” you winked at him, enjoying the banter. He scoffed in return. “Yes and what can you do with that ring that I cannot defeat with my blades” he mused. This invitation was perfect. You got up jubilantly, started your lecture. “Clearly you lack certain knowledge Robin, hand me one of your so called blades” you stuck your hand out as Robin rolled his eyes handing you a bat-shaped blade. Without a second thought you cut into the side of your arm, wincing at the pain. “Y/N! What are you doin-” you cut Robin off, beginning to channel your power. “You see, true power is the ability to heal any cut your blades could make, to take was has happened and turn it into a place of love, not malice or hate” as you said this, the familiar purple tone washed over your arm, easily mending the break in your skin. You noticed it felt faster than usual, but wiped it off as adrenaline.

(TW OVER)

At the display of your powers Robin was in awe. “That’s not all I can do” you laughed, creating a small purple hand that pushed Robin’s open jaw closed. He stumbled back angrily, mumbling about accepting your abilities merit. “You impressed now Robin?” you grinned, sticking out your hand to him. He closed the distance, returning your handshake. “Damian.” he said softly. You swallowed, Damian. It was becoming. Your ring began to warmly glow, Damian snapped his hand away wearily as you cooled your emotions. “Oh uh! Sorry, energy burst” you said, it was a half truth at least. Damian nodded, moving to go clean the batarang.

The rest of the trip was short, upon entering Celea you’d divided, Damian was with you as the both of you entered publicly while Beast Boy and Raven entered covertly, planning to cover you if the diplomatic endeavors went south. Blue Beetle and Cyborg, unfortunately, weren’t allowed in Celea as their tech was apparently very old and triggered the planet’s defense system, so they stayed up in the ship was manning comms, prepared for an air fight.

Upon entering you were taken straight to the capital, a sapphire corps was a rarity on Celea and they were all excited for your help. You and Damian met the governing leaders, explaining that you were here to help end the tyranny on the dark side of the planet. As you had hoped, they agreed, you could feel their love for their planet was strong, but that was about all the love on the planet as everyone was so young. It felt slightly difficult to keep a reign on your emotions on Celea, the planet itself was a safe haven for children, almost like a giant orphanage ran by beings that reincarnated frequently as to stay alive on the planet, the concept of pure love was foreign to many of the children and unharnessable. It all felt quite isolating in comparison to earth, a planet driven by intense emotions.

“You look tired already” Damian mused. “I’m fine, just not a huge fan of a child-only planet” you responded as you made your way towards the large base, preparing yourself for a fight. Before Damian could respond you were joined by Raven and Gar. Their presence eased some of the pressure. “You guys love each other, it’s refreshing” you said, both of them froze, staring at you. “Oh uh, we haven’t really talked about that yet” Raven whispered, staring at Gar who was grinning like a child in a candy shop. “I love you too Rae!” he cheered. “Not how I imagined I’d say it but, yes, I do love you idiot” she huffed. Your cheeks flushed, “oh uh, my bad sorry, it just, seemed so obvious” you giggled, secretly glad you’d brought the two together.

“Just a couple’a couples!” Beast boy teased, you felt your cheeks redden, glancing to Damian who was now suddenly interested in looking anywhere but at you. You felt your ring begin to glow again, covering it with your other hand. “Oh wow! Look at that! We’re here! Battle time!” you cleared your throat, setting the group focus on infiltrating the rogue base.

The base itself was relatively small, it hadn’t been flushed out yet but the four of you were here to clear it before they had the chance. Trying to establish a child trafficking ring on a planet of only children was disgusting, and needed stopping before it got the chance. You were especially passionate about this endeavor, the reason for you channeling the power of love was when you lost your sister, that loss of love taught you it’s importance even at a young age, and after training harder than anyone you knew you earned the ring, promising to defend love the way no one defended yours. You would protect these children at any cost.

There was no need for stealth as you had the permission of the Celean government, it was more of an ambush. As Gar shifted into a large tiger, Raven donned her hood, and Damian stripped himself of the Celean garb, you noticed his Robin suit, littered in weapons and ties, he looked like a hero. There was that damn glow again. Channeling it into your focus you felt the warm aura surround you as you lifted off the ground, ready for a fight.

“Y/n should say it!” BB roared, Raven nodded in agreement. “Say what?” you looked at Damian. “We have this tradition where the leader says ‘Titan’s Go’ then we fight, and I guess you’re our leader today” he said, you noticed the light tint hiding beneath his mask. “Okay!” you said, positioning yourself, flexing your hand to feel your ring one last time before shouting.

“TITANS GO!”

And you were off, soaring through the air while BB and Robin took the ground. You noticed a few scared looking kids were being held in pens, and you decided to free them first. As Raven covered you easily, you floated down to the kids, accidentally bonking heads with Robin who stared at you. “I’m so sorry! It’s just we always have to-” “Get the kids out first” he finished your sentence, a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. For just a fraction of a second, your eyes flitted down to his lips, feeling his gaze of you the moment felt like slow motion before you both snapped out. “Let’s go! This way!” you used your ring to break the gates as Robin herded the kids out to freedom.

Glancing up you saw a couple rogues grabbing kids as they tried to run away, your heart stopped when you saw one pull out a laser blaster. “Enough!” you screamed, violet rays exploding from your hands as you easily knocked them out of your way. Leaving your post you flew up and began eradicating anyone who tried to harm a child. “No one hurts my sister!” you screeched, your powers growing stronger by the second as you began dividing your powers between knocking out bad guys and literally carrying children to safety. As the last of the kids were safe you escorted Beast Boy out while you and Raven combined your powers to crunch up the base, making it unfixable and uninhabitable forever.

Feeling the adrenaline subside you glanced down to see a herd of children cheering, but your focus drew to Damian who was propped up against a barrel, nursing a laser bullet wound. Rushing to his side you quickly pulled open his suit, a trail of blood trickled into your hands. “Damn kevlar doesn’t stop their bullets apparently” he coughed. “Oh my god Damian don’t go” Gar shifted next to you. “He’s not going anywhere” you said, focussing your energy, feeling the pain and imagining turning the warmth of blood into mending, the pools of blood are just pockets of blissful love.

This wasn’t a good time to tell the team you’d never healed a wound this large before. Positive self talk right? Or negative.

I’m alone on a planet of useless children, surrounded by a glorified furry, goth, and stocked vigilante. No one is here to help you y/n you’ve gotta do this. You felt the wounds begin to mend, after all that focus you’d barely started. Damian you idiot! If you die right now how will I know why my damn ring is gleaming everytime I see your cute face. Fuck. I didn’t mean cute. Yeah I did. Okay, save the cute face. Maybe kiss the cute face if you save it? Yeah. That’s a good deal y/n let’s do that. Your head was rushing through a million thoughts, anything to motivate you to do the impossible. Halfway there, you could feel it. “Holy cow, look! The wound is closing!” Gar pointed at Damian’s chest. “Y-yeah. No help from you green bean” you mumbled. “Oh I know what’ll help!” Gar squeaked, running off. You turned to Damian who was just staring at you bewildered. “Don’t look at me like that when I’m literally repairing your organs bird boy” you whispered through clenched teeth.

Then a surge of power came over you, it felt raw and unchanneled, you glanced up to see Gar mid-kiss with Raven, giving you a thumbs up. The love was short lived, but enough to keep your engine revving. Alright girl you got this, heal, then kiss, maybe. Definitely heal first. He has to live. C’mon. “JUST LIVE DAMMIT” you shouted the last bit, feeling the last of your power drain while the wound completely closed. “Holy shit I’m a badass” you whispered, before feeling intensely light headed.

You woke up in the ship med bay, jolting up. “HE LIVED HE LIVED” you burst up, throwing a fist in the air. The other corps members would be so proud! Your first battle with death you’d won! “You’re right I did live, thanks to you” a familiar voice brought you back down to earth. Next to your bed was Damian, now in casual clothes with a little bandaging on his other wounds. “Oh! uh yeah, you’re totally welcome” you grinned. Awkwardly Damian scooted closer to you. “I think I owe you a certain gratitude” he said, emotions dripping in his voice you hadn’t heard before.

This time his eyes snapped down to your lips, as he leaned in you felt like you were dreaming. When your lips connected you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling lightheaded with pure joy. The kiss itself was soft, blissful and lovely. Damian’s lips felt soft against yours, like they fit with yours like a puzzle piece. Pulling away you stared at him shocked. “I could hear your thoughts when you were healing me, had to live up to your expectations” he winked while you covered your face with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing yikes” you mumbled into your hands. You felt Damian’s hand slide under yours, caressing your cheek, drawing your eyes to his. “I thought it was pretty endearing personally, I suppose it’s because I was being saved by the most gorgeous, fascinating girl I know” he mused, before bringing you in for another kiss, this time more passionate, as if to show his feelings through a kiss instead of words.

You spent the rest of your earthly get-away with the Titans, finding a sort of family with them. When you were called back to your people you promised to return in a few weeks, hoping to move your station to earth. They could always use another lantern right?

When you returned to your mentor, C.Ferris you told her of your earthly adventures. She laughed, “a Star Sapphire’s greatest strength and weakness all wrapped into a snarky earth boy body” and you couldn’t help but agree. And with that, you were sent back to earth, this time returning as Dove, because every Robin needs a lovebird to help them along the way.

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