#damian's little chirps au

[nerdpoe]

Damian's little chirps

Damian was grown in an artificial womb, in Lazarus water, and later exposed to a chaos shard.

Then he was tossed in Lazarus Water to see if he would drown.

Damian is super fucking liminal.

But his liminal quirks are firmly buried under a lifetime of being raised by Ra's and Talia, in an effort to make it seem like Damian was 100% stable. All so Ra's would not have an excuse to be rid of him.

But away from that, as he is finally toning down, it starts up again.

He has no idea he's doing it.

When he's content and sleepy, he'll fucking purr.

Instead of "Good Morning" he lets out a small chirp.

Sometimes he forgets to verbalize "what" or "why" and make trills instead.

In his sleep he'll sometimes speak in a language no one understands, that hurts their ears.

No one brings it up; he didn't do it when he arrived, and the more relaxed he gets the more it happens. Ergo, he's probably a meta of somesort, via exposure or otherwise, and if they question him about it he'll get embarrassed.

Tucker Foley, newly hired onto the Development team at Wayne Enterprises, overhears one of these chirps as Damian tails after his father during one of his visits.

Tucker, out of instinct from dealing with Ellie, let's out an answering chirp of his own.

He was not expecting the absolute chaos that would be his life after that one simple action.

[crowned-aeris]

WIP | Timkon sicfic ft. damian

This takes place in the Benign feathers verse, bcs i’m absolutely normal about my own au 👍🏼

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He gasped, clenching his teeth as his dislocated wing was jostled. Tim limped along, forcing open the window to his safehouse before slipping inside.

A low whimper of pain stuttered through his throat as sweat beaded along his skin. His claws dug into the thick material of his pants, and he pressed his forehead against the cool, wooden floor. A feverish haze flitted through his mind, and Tim cursed himself for going while sick. Duke had said he'd take over for Tim, but past-Tim had been an idiot and insisted on going out as Wraith.

The falcon whimpered again, the pain throbbing uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat.

"Wraith!" someone's voice filtered through Tim's ears. Did he forget to disconnect his comm? "Wraith, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?"

He quivered weakly. Pained chirps and calls for help escaped his lips as his trembling fingers refused to detach from his pants. Tim could hear the voice continue to call for him, but none of the words seemed to register.

There was a whooshing sound followed by something opening and closing. Tim twitched, but he couldn't lift his head from the floor. His chest felt tight, but the falcon couldn't breathe. Where did all the oxygen go?

"What happened, Birdie?" a familiar voice sighed. Dry hands gently lifted Tim's face from the floor and brushed back the sweat-slick hair that clung to his face. The cool skin pressed against his forehead, draining away the heat and peeling off the damp and uncomfortable mask.

Tim chirped weakly, his eyes still closed as he leaned into the person's touch. His claws remain fisted in his pants, and Tim doesn't think he'll be able to let go soon.

"Yeah, his right wing is dislocated, and he's running a pretty high fever," the person said. Tim whimpered at their disapproving tone, tears springing to his eyes as his grip tightened. "No, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you."

Careful fingers tugged through Tim's hair, brushing the strands, untangling the knots, and lightly scratching his scalp.

"Yeah, he's really out of it. I don't think I'll be able to pop his wing back in while he's like this. Can you send Seraph? Yeah, he'll be fine- I need whoever's closest... Okay, thank you," the hands shifted, and Tim was pulled closer into the person's embrace. The movement jostled his wing, and Tim couldn't help the pained gasp.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, Tim, I know. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright. Your brother's coming over to help pop your wing in, and you'll be all better. I know you hate it when he finds your safehouses, but I can't fix you up like this. Honestly, this is your fault. Why did you have to go out?" the person sighed, their tone incredibly fond yet equally exasperated. Tim burrowed his face into the crook of their neck, the words passing through his ears like salt through a net.

"You just had to go out patrolling today, didn't you? You know, when we first met, I thought you were gonna be an asshole like all of those other rich Gotham people. You already knew who I was back then, didn't you?

If someone had told little me that I would fall for you of all people, then I would've called them crazy! But... when you died, when I heard your heart stop... God, I think a part of me died with you. Bart just... stopped, and Cassie didn't speak at all afterward. I'm so glad you're back, Tim, and I know I don't tell you this enough, but-"

"Clone."

"... Reaper," the person's tone shifted, and Tim whined and pressed his cheek against the person's.

"Hand him over."

"I… don't think he'd like that very much."

"...Fine. Hold Timothy steady, I don't want him to jerk around and make things worse."

"Will do," they said, and Tim felt a familiar sensation spread across him. It felt similar to a comforting blanket.

Hands grabbed onto his wing, sending a shock of pain through his entire body. But before Tim could react, his wing was popped back into his socket, and he screamed.

"It's okay," the person breathed, their voice close to Tim's ear lips against the strands of his hair as the falcon sobbed, "You're okay, Tim, you're okay."

"Kon," he sobbed, "Conner, Kon- Kon."

The name tasted like a plea and a prayer on Tim's tongue as the tactile telekinesis faded from his skin.

"I'm here," The Kryptonian held him close, and Tim's talons reached up to cling to Kon's back. Tears ran rivers and trails down his face, dampening Kon's shoulders as Tim sobbed and blubbered, "I'm here- I'm here."

"He's running a fever," the other voice commented with disdain, "and delirious."

"You're just jealous that he's clinging onto me instead of you," Kon huffed, his voice bordering on smug under the worry.

"Silence yourself; you are the most inferior Kryptonian I have ever met."

"And you are the most jealous Bat I have ever met," Conner returned as he braced Tim against his hip; the alien was strong enough to carry the vigilante anyway.

Tim leaned back and rubbed his cheek against Kon's face, sighing as his feverish skin cooled slightly. A happy chirp fell from his lip as Kon pressed back, his instincts crowing in glee at the physical contact.

"You are so fortunate that I am susucceptible to diseases."

The vague cotton that stuffed his brain quickly cleared to reveal a bright recognition. Tim blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light before peering past Kon's shoulder to see Damian rummaging around the kitchen.

"Tt. Timothy's kitchen is so... bare."

"This isn't his main safe house," Kon said, "I'll try and get him to change into something else. Can you go and grab some medicine or something? Anything to lower his fever before it gets worse."

There was a vague hum before they were moving. Tim's eyes had slipped shut again, and he returned to his boneless state within Kon's arms.

"You're really out of it, aren't you?" Kon mused as he tried to peel a clingy Tim off of him.

He whined, pouting up at Kon when he finally managed to detangle Tim's limbs from his own, a fond smile on his face. "Come back."

"Wow, so demanding," Kon rolled his eyes, "not even a please?"

Tim pouted, "Please?"

"... Okay, that's not fair in the slightest........ Alright fine. C'mon, you shady bird, arms up!"

He grumbled but complied, sighing as Kon carefully tugged the suit off him, and the cool air graced his too-warm skin.

[faeriekit]

Hiya! For your WIP tag game, I’d love to see 1,2 and/or 8! Love me some dp crossover right now 😍

Tall order! Let me see:

(Drake Manor)

“Oh,” Robin greets, a little of his exuberance…muted. Tim pouts. Danny ruins everything. “I didn’t know you were coming, or else I would have brought another gift! Danny, right? How have you been?” 

Danny rolls his eyes, but comes over to the door. In the same way Robin’s dressed down for the holiday, Danny’s dressed up; instead of his usual tee and hoodie combination, he has on a real sweater on over his jeans. For whatever reason, it has little green ghosts knitted into the repeating pattern. 

“You don’t have to bring anything for me. I’m not even Jewish,” Danny points out. “As long as the squirt gets something, I think you win. Welcome back; I hope you like somewhat burnt brisket. I think his mom got a little too enthusiastic with the oven.” 

“Your disrespect is audible and unwelcome!” Mom calls from somewhere else in the house. Tim isn’t exactly sure where. 

Robin’s face does something where he can’t tell if he thinks the scenario is really funny or super weird. “Joining for the holidays?” 

“Beats watching my Mom and Dad get into a no-holds-barred screaming match about whether or not Santa Claus is real or not,” Danny grumbles, peeved. And then, realizing: “Oh, Tim. Jazz says hi.” 

Oh, that’s nice. Tim hasn’t talked to her since she and Mom got into an argument about whether Tim ‘needed’ a therapist or not. Tim isn’t sure why. He’s pretty sure he’s fine.

2. untitled WIP that I genuinely haven't thought of a working name of yet

“Your you,” the kid continued proudly, pleased beyond measure. “I ate your piece!” 

Tim takes a deep breath. The deep breath will not prevent him from losing his shit, but it will help. 

Okay. A very small child ate his spleen. He will be so normal about that. He will be normal about that if it kills him. 

“Can you explain,” Tim asks, in a tone that’s not not the voice of exaggerated patience Janet Drake used to use on investors who crossed her, “Why you ate my spleen?” 

“It mine now! And now no more…no more new people,” the kid continues, wiping his face on Tim’s former blanket cape. It’s probably a self soothing gesture. It mostly looks like the kid is trying to clean his face off, which is gross. “‘Cause…tube babies. No new babies.” 

…And the solution was somehow eating an internal organ, Tim guessed, failing to understand the logic. But. He had some pretty good guesses about Ra’s favor of him meant when tacked onto this new mention of tube babies. Considering that Damian had been a former occupant of an artificial womb, and Ra’s’d had access to Tim’s genetic material…

“What did it taste like?” Tim dared to ask, having run out of other questions to occupy the boy with. 

“Bad!” Danny chirped. 

Great.

3. At the time you asked this I'm pretty sure it was already Superboy instead of Demon!AU? Anyway, here's some future Blister Pack fic:

Conner hums, pleased. “You’d eat more.”

Is he blushing?? Tim better not be blushing. He’s not thinking about—he’s not thinking about how Conner wants him to eat more. How that means Conner’s been thinking about how much Tim eats. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s just…observational. That he pays attention, when they’re huddled up on Tim’s bed working to enable mass data destruction and corporate warfare.

It’s fine!! It’s so normal. They’re friends, even, apparently! Friends do that! Tim should not be blushing.

“If you were a villain?” Conner asks, and it takes a second for Tim to figure out where they were in a line of conversation.

“Oh!” Tim realizes. “Kon didn’t tell you that? I have, like, a whole future evil timeline and everything. There’s a gun, we take over the world—it’s, like, a whole deal. I had to defeat myself to save the wo—you know what? It’s not important. It was just. Bad.”

Conner looks at him. His head tilts, as if he could get a better measure of him if he just changed the angle. “Hm,” is all he says, blue-green eyes focused.

It is not a disapproving hm. If anything, it sounds…

Tim is going to die of blood loss if all of the hemoglobin in his body keeps shifting up into his face. “Anyway!” he cuts the conversation off brightly. Since we’re not planning corporate sabotage anymore, want to try a movie? You, me, some corn nuts?”

Conner nods. The small smile on his face makes Tim’s stomach flip-flop with emotions he is not going to name.

“Sure.”

[salparadiselost]

Demon au cat ask again: I totally forgot: anytime dick has his laptop out he suddenly has a lap full of demon demanding attention. Damian is the biggest offender.

The first time Dick ever got the experience of having a lap full of demon demanding attention...

It started with Jason, which wasn't surprising because he was the first.

Dick was humming to himself, foot tapping along with his keys across the keyboard. He was back at the Manor after taking some much-needed time away from Bruce. To be honest, he wasn't completely ready to come back yet, but he had an incubus to feed.

And though he wasn't completely kosher with Bruce right now, he wasn't cruel enough to let the impling starve or force him to feed from men he still wasn't completely comfortable with.

Things with Jason were... complicated.

The impling seemed to oscillate wildly between being an oversized cat in Dick's lap and trying to kill him.

Dick looked suspiciously up from his laptop, eyeing the impling.

Jason was rolling on the floor, attacking a teething toy that Bruce had bought him. He had been doing it for the last hour and seemed content with continuing to do so for another hour.

Slowly, Dick put his head back down.

Jason's second set of fangs were growing in and he was bitier than normal because of it. Poor thing's mouth was a mess as longer fangs spiked through his gums and he accidentally bit into his own lip. Teething helped, though in meant at least a dozen pieces of the Manor's furniture had bitemarks now.

It also meant Dick and Bruce's delicate human fingers were a prime target. Jason attacked the digits viciously, and though Bruce sat there and smiled because at least the impling wasn't cowering away, Dick did NOT enjoy this new habit.

Jason's fangs were small, but damn they were sharp. A demon's second set of fangs were their scary set—the ones they used for intimidation and striking killing blows. Their normal set could potentially pass as human, but the second set...

Jason snarled, flipping his toy over and rearing his head back to strike. He was lightning quick and dug his burgeoning fangs into the stuffed dog's mesh neck. A brief spark of triumph went through Jason's eyes and he growled as he bit down harder.

A shiver passed down Dick's spine.

It was hard not to think of his own vulnerable human neck in the place of the mesh dog's when his little brother looked like that.

Jason's eyes flicked up to meet his, and Dick could have sworn Jason sunk his teeth in a little more.

But then, in a split second, Jason threw his toy across the room and was pouncing on it again.

And he was back to being a kitten more than a man-eating lion.

Dick's eyes bounced as he followed Jason's rambunctious and rough play. The impling tore through the room, attacking nearly everything in his path.

Apparently, implings were hyper maniacs at this age and Dick often found Jason racing down the halls, leaping on to him from high places, and pouncing on anything that moved.

He especially loved attacking Dick and his skin was littered with bruises from "love bites" because of it.

Which made sense, if he thought about it. Demons were predators and evolutionarily relied on hunting abilities more than humans. They were meant to stalk and capture prey, that prey being primarily humans. It was probably driving his instincts wild to be surrounded by people that were subconsciously labelled as 'prey'.

Dick couldn't tell you how many times Jason had 'hunted' him at this point. (Especially one memorable moment where Dick had gone to the bathroom at night, only to be terrified by an impling staring him down from in the bathtub. He hadn't even known Jason was there until he sat on the toilet and looked over to see two eerie eyes staring into his soul while he tried to take a shit. Both of them had been scarred by that memory.)

He couldn't even blame the kid too much. Incubi were an extremely social species, but Jason was an only impling. He attacked Dick any time he saw him, but at least he was engaging.

Bruce had told Dick that when he wasn't here, Jason acted completely different. It still didn't trust Bruce and Alfred and it meant that he didn't let himself be an impling. Apparently, he was more hesitant, less active and hardly ever played anywhere that the men could see. It was night and day, comparing how Jason acted around Bruce to how Jason acted for Dick.

Dick wasn't even completely sure how he earned this privilege, but he hoped he didn't mess it up.

"Dick," Jason said, popping up at his side from seemingly no where.

Dick startled, computer rocking in his lap and heart instantly racing. "Jesus Christ, I didn't see you come over here."

Jason smiled, his growing fangs with bloody in his mouth. His eyes were sharp and predatory on Dick's face. "That's because I didn't want you to see me."

Ice ran through him and he made a full-body shudder.

Was Jason trying to give him nightmares of baby-faced brothers with too-large fangs in their mouths?

"Well you succeeded, bud," Dick ground out, trying to keep his tone light but it was forced. "I didn't see you at all."

"Good," Jason chirped. "Now I know I can sneak up on you any time I want."

Jesus... this kid really was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Why don't we not do..."

Jason moved, climbing on to the couch and shoving himself into Dick's lap. The computer fell and clattered on to the ground. Jason gave it a smirk with pride.

His summary report...

"Food now," Jason demanded, settling himself up on Dick's chest and sighing into his collarbone. "I'm hungry."

The incubus's little mental fingers poked at Dick's bond with him like he was trying to get Dick's attention.

Jason had never been this bold. Dick was still half-convinced that the impling might still be wary of him (or even hate him) half the time. Hell, Jason still attacked him.

Blankly, Dick raised a hand to Jason's back and held him. The impling murmured a happy note at the simple touch.

"Do you want me to take you to the kitchen?" Dick asked, getting ready to stand.

Jason shook his head quickly. "No, emotions."

The incubus's head landed on Dick's shoulder. "You taste warm and safe."

He...

Dick's arms tightened around the demon in his lap. The impling responded with a burst of happiness in the bond.

"Okay, you can eat."

The impling instantly took Dick's emotions, and the bliss of feeding settled into the room. Bright happiness was amplified and filled Dick's head. Jason made all the emotions bigger, fuller, and greater than anything Dick ever thought he could inspire.

On his lap, Jason went completely boneless, fully resting into Dick. He tucked his face up against Dick's neck and lazily pulled at the bond between them.

It didn't even bother him when Jason fell asleep with those new fangs pressed against his jugular.

~Kay

[neighborhood-houseplant]

Damian Wayne x Reader

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♡ Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

♡ Relationship Status: Dating

♡ Type: Fluff

♡ Requested: @yourcatcoffeeaddictfan

♡ Gender: Female Reader

♡ Prompt: "It's time to get up."

♡ Au: Normal Au

♡ Warnings: There's nothing sexual going on, but both Damian and the Reader are 18.

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The morning rays cracked through the gap in the curtains, shining on the two people lying in bed. Birds chirped, and flew around, beginning their days. Damian and (Y/n) lay in their bed, still fast asleep in a tangled mess of limbs. Subconsciously pulling (Y/n) closer to his shirtless frame, Damian lowly groaned as a buzzing noise filled the bedroom. Sighing in annoyance, the male attempted to turn off the noise.

Gently removing his arms from her waist, Damian rolled over and reached for his phone, charging on the bedside table, hastily turning off the alarm. Sighing, he ran his hands through his messy locks, attempting to somewhat fix his bedhead. His eyes trailed over towards (Y/n) who was still fast asleep, burrowing herself deeper into the blankets. 

Moving closer to her, Damian lightly shook her shoulder, a fond smile on his face. "Beloved, It's time to get up," he spoke, his voice a little raspy, having just woken up. However, only receiving a groan in response from the girl. Continuing to shake her shoulder, the girl finally turned towards him. Rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up a bit more. 

Lightly groaning, she looked at him with a quizzical expression. Smirking at her lightly, he spoke. "It's time to get out of bed." Letting out a playful and dramatic groan, she flopped herself back onto the mattress. Damian rolled his eyes, getting out of bed, lightly hissing when his feet hit the cold floors. Opening the bathroom door, he glanced back to (Y/n). 

Seeing her begin to go back underneath the covers, he spoke up. "Beloved, I'd better not find you in bed." Smiling in satisfaction as he watched her get out of bed, a very annoyed look on her. Entering the bathroom, she washed her face with cold water, hoping to wake herself up a bit more. "We're going over to Grayson's later." The male glanced at her, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I know."

Walking back into the bedroom, (Y/n) opened the closet, pulling out one of Damian's turtle necks, some jeans, as well as her socks and undergarments. Quickly changing into the clothes, she rolled her shoulders to wake them up. "At least we get to skip training today," she mumbled, hoping Damian hadn't heard her. Arms wrapped around her waist as Damian rested his head on top of hers. 

"Unlikely." He spoke, having obviously heard her. His eyes trailed to the top she was wearing. "Beloved, why are you so insistent on taking my clothing?" Damian asked, "Do you want me to stop?" (Y/n) responded, glancing into his emerald green eyes. "No, you look ravishing in my clothing." He mumbled. Humming in response, (Y/n) finally took notice of the lack of a shirt on Damian. "You should get changed, Dami."

"I suppose." He mumbled, rummaging through the cupboard, pulling out his own clothes and shooing (Y/n) away, as she laughed, shutting the door behind her. Sliding down the railing, she hopped off, entering the kitchen to make breakfast for two of them and Titus. Washing her hands, she dried them and began to cook. First filling up Titus's food and water bowls. Deciding on just making the toast. Adding a few strawberries to both the plates, as well as some tea, since Damian wasn't the biggest fan of coffee.

Just as (Y/n) finished setting the table, and putting out Titus's food, Damian came downstairs, Titus following right behind him. Lightly kissing her temple, Damian sat down. "Thank you for making breakfast." He paused to take a sip of his tea. "It was delicious." (Y/n) grinned at him, silently thanking him for the compliment. 

After this, (Y/n) collected the plates and mugs. Damian offered to help with washing the dishes before they headed out. Scrubbing away at the dishes,  (Y/n) finally finished rinsing out the dishes, handing them to Damian who dried them off. Finally drying their hands, the two walked towards the front door, where their shoes were. 

Putting on their shoes, (Y/n) placed her hand on the doorknob, stopping as Damian piped up. "Beloved, I believe you are forgetting someone important." Turning around to look at him, with an irritated expression, she spoke. "We are not bringing Titus." Watching as Damain recoiled in horror. "And what is the reasoning for that." An equally irritated expression adorned his features. "We're only going to be gone for a few hours Damian, he'll be fine."

"And how would you possibly know that?" He glanced at her, awaiting a response. Rolling her eyes at him, (Y/n) grabbed her phone and keys and exited through the front door. Flabbergasted at the gesture action, Damian quickly petted Titus goodbye and grabbed his things before leaving and locking the door behind him.

(Y/n) was already in the car, in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone, and could do little to stop the small smirk that played its way onto her face when Damian finally got in the car. An annoyed scowl set on his face. Starting the car as the two pulled out onto the driveway, still very annoyed. "We could have taken Titus with us." He grumbled out when he realized that (Y/n) wasn't going to fall for his petty attitude. Gently placing her hand on the one he wasn't using, (Y/n) gently smiled at him. "Titus will be fine, we'll be back home soon anyway." 

Letting out a defeated sigh, Damian kept his eyes on the road, rubbing circles on (Y/n)'s palm as she was doing something uninteresting to him on her phone. She would occasionally look up from her phone when Damian pointed out something that had changed since the last time they'd come here. Soon, the neighborhood they pulled into became familiar. Making a final turn, Damian parked the car in Dick and Kori's driveway, turning off the engine but slightly frowning when he let go of (Y/n)'s hand.

Walking up to the front door, (Y/n) rung the doorbell, and not long after Kori opened the door. Pulling (Y/n) into a hug, Kori said gleefully. "(Y/n), it's been too long!" quietly laughing as she pulled back from the hug, as Kori turned to Damian. "Hello Damian." She smiled at him warmly as he waved uninterested. "So, where's Dick?" (Y/n) asked, peering over Kori's shoulder.

"I would also wish to know the whereabouts of Grayson." Damiam piped up. "I actually left him in the kitchen, he's making dinner." She spoke with a worried look on her face. A string if curses left the kitchen, which the three heard. Realization dawned on Kori's face, as she opened the door wider. "It's pretty cold outside, please come in." Thanking her, (Y/n) grabbed Damian's hand and dragged him into the house with her.

For the next few hours, Kori and (Y/n) engaged in conversations that were either beyond Damian's understanding, or his interest. For the most part, he was on his phone, reading something in Arabic but he was grateful that (Y/n) would try to involve him in their conversations, even if he was giving one word answers. Soon, Dick called them into the to eat, as the three sighed, finally happy to eat something.

Upon entering the dining room, the three glanced at the food that was spread out. Half of it looked over cooked, while the other half appeared to be undercooked. Kori and (Y/n) tried their best to be polite, thanking Dick for making the wonderful food, however this wasn't the case for Damian. "What is this rubbish?" As he glared at the food in complete disgust. "The only thing that doesn't look burnt is the salad." He crossed his arms.

Delivering a swift kick to his shin from underneath the table, (Y/n) interrupted him. "It looks lovely Dick, thank you for making the food." Glaring at Damian. From there, Kori and (Y/n) forced down the food, as to not hurt Dick's feelings. Whereas Damian completely refused to eat anything. When the food was finished, the four were ingaging in some light conversation.

"So (Y/n)," Dick began, as (Y/n) glanced at him, awaiting his question. "Can you cook?" He asked. "I guess so, not anything too complicated though." She quietly laughed when Damian rolled his eyes and spoke up. "You give yourself too little credit, Beloved. I'm sure you could cook much better than Grayson and Kori" Watching as Kori feigned mock offense, however Dick was quiet the opposite.

"Well, I bet Kori is much better than (Y/n) at a lot of things," he narrowed his eyes in Damian's direction. "Do you wish to name those things?" Damian glared back with just as much intensity. "Yes, just take how strong Kori is." Dick said gesturing to his girlfriend, as Damian scoffed at him. "My Beloved could rival Kori's strength effortlessly." "But she can't fly can she?" Dick responded, adding fuel to the fire.

Both Kori and (Y/n) both made uncomfortable eye contact, watching the two males argue back and forth. Kori gestured for them to slip away, as they both got up but Dick and Damian were too invested in their argument that the two didn't notice. Back in the living room, the two females sat there in silence for a moment before bursting out into fits of giggles and laughter. As their laughter died down, (Y/n) spoke up.

"I'm really sorry about Damian." As Kori shook her hand in dismissal. "Its alright, Dick is just as bad." As (Y/n) nodded in response. The two decided to play a game of card to pass the time. Roughly an hour in, Damian came in and looked around the room. Once he'd spotted (Y/n) he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the house. "We're leaving, I refuse to be around to Grayson's utter stupidity." Quickly waving goodbye to Kori, she let Damian drag her into the car.

"You seem mad, huh?" (Y/n) stated in a teasing tone of voice. Rolling his eyes and refusing to look at her, Damian continued to drive. Once again grabbing the hand that he wasn't using, (Y/n) began to trace small shapes on his knuckles with her fingers. It was a silent attempt to calm him down, which more often than not, worked. Letting out a sigh, Damian spoke. "Thank you." Humming in response, (Y/n) continued to play with his fingers.

At something during the car ride, (Y/n) stopped tracing shapes on Damian's hand, he turned to glance at her, smiling in content as he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. He was thankful to have her, even if he didn't often show it. That was the exact reason he'd fired up when Dick tried to compare her to Kori. It was nights like this, he was grateful he could experience.

"Good night, Beloved."

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How was that? I hope you liked it!

- Pinky

[nevermore-the-kitsune]

Pokemon Teams for Fictional Characters pt. 2

Damian Wayne

(Also, I'm not including move sets because in my headcannon Pokemon do remember all their old moves. But humans choose to only use four)

For this AU I'm having the Wayne's own the Gotham City Gym, which specializes in Dark types. Most of the cannon events still happened. Just with a few tweaks here and there. (Dick's 20, Jason's 16, Cass is 15 Tim's 15 but younger than Cass and Damian's 13 because I love AUs where there closer in age).

Anyway here we go!

First things first in the Pokemon Universe his alias wouldn't be Robin since they don't exist. Instead I think it would be Rookidee, since thats the closest Pokemon to a Robin.

His Partner Pokemon and ace would be a Gligar

Name: Goliath

Gender: Male

Why: Gligar screams Goliath (his Batdragon) plus the coloring of his evolutions matches with Dami's Robin and Batman outfits

Story: He found Goliath while climbing a mountain for his training. At the time he was four and Goliath was a hatching. Damian ended up giving him some food, seeing that the hatching was hungry.

Grateful, the Gligar followed him hoping to return the favor.

When Damian's hand got broken on that same trip, Goliath was the one to help him finish his mission and get home safely.

Talia was impressed that Damian could tame a wild Pokemon without catching it, so she allowed him to keep him as his first Pokemon.

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Next he would have a Meowth

Name: Alfred

Gender: Female

Why: This one has to do with its evolution. Persian are said to only be loyal to trainers it likes and that it takes a lot to get them to like you. Their also said to be prissy and uptight. This reminded me of Damian. How it took forever for him to trust his brothers and his own snobby attitude. Thus I think it fits.

Story: After coming to live with his father Damian didn't know how to act. He saw his "brothers" and father treating their Pokemon so different than how the League did. They all trained hard. But, there was something eles: warm praise for a job well done, asking for insight on a case (they had taught their bipedal pokemon sighn language) and comfort on a bad day. His father and brothers treated their Pokemon like... people

In the League Pokemon where the lowest soldier, lower than the slaves or concubines. They trained, ate then they had to and got in their ball.

He had been a little more lenient in his training with Goliath. When asked he said that he was still a baby and he had to take things slow in this stage or he might develop too much muscle mass and be unable to fly.

He had kept him out of his ball with the excuse of developing muscle mass at a proper pace.

He liked Goliath's company. The Gligar was a good companion. But on the same level as another person?

He had expressed these thoughts to Pennyworth, the only person in the house to give him a straight answer when he needed it.

Pennyworth had explained to him that some people love to hold power over others and that Pokemon where an easy target, since they couldn't communicate their emotions as clearly as people could.

"Think of Mistress Cain. She sometimes cannot communicate with words, but we know that she's intelligent. But some people see her as less than intelligent and treat her as such because of the power it gives them."

Two weeks later Damian would come across a group of teenagers attempting to shave a Meowth. The Pokemon was little more than skin and bone and crying out on pain. So, Damian broke their fingers and shaved part of their heads for good measure.

He kept the Meowth and named her after the man who taught him about the abuse of power.

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Next, a Poochyena

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Why: These Pokemon and their evolution are ruthless with their pray, and only obey trainers with external skill.

Story: Raven gave Damian Titus as a gift. She said that she rescued him from an underground fighting ring (where the battles are to the death). He was still to young to battle so he didn't need much rehabilitation. The other Pokemon there though...

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Now we have a Type Null

Name: Heretic

Gender: ???

Why: This Pokemon was created in lab, and artificial designed for the purpose of fighting, just like Damian. True I could have given him Mewtwo, but that cat seems to fit Kon more.

Story: Damian's mother had spent years creating Type: Null with the purpose of being able to kill any target. As a last test she wanted to see which of her creations was suppirrior. So she sent the Type Null out to (try and) kill her son.

Damian, with the rest of his team, beat the Pokemon but couldn't kill it. He had long since vowed to wash the blood from his hands. Instead he offered his hand to it and asked it to join him.

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Here we have the hardest to explain... Mimikyu

Name: Habibi (I hope I spelled that right)

Gender: Female

Why: Damian is complex, he wants to be accepted and loved just like Mimikyu but dosent know how. Both try to mimic others in order to get that love, Damian his father and Mimikyu Pikachu. So I see this as Damian's spirit Pokemon in a way.

Story: He didn't know why it was so hard to fit in. Gods know he tried. But... little things confused him. Like how eveyone could understand each other without words or singhing. He had no problems with that on a battlefield, but in day to day life; it felt like he was on a separate server.

Like how Todd knew at breakfast with just a look that Drake was in a bad mood and how to help. Or how Grayson could audomadicly tell what kind of day at school the rest of them had withen a few minutes. Hell even Drake could tell what grunts ment what from father! Which ment good job, Which ment I'm glade your okay, or frustration either at them or at a case (Cass didn't surprise him, she had to learn how to communicate without words and watch body language and micro expressions).

School was no better; sometimes it was to load or bright othertimes, when everyone was doing a test, it felt to quiet. But, to much or to little, Damian was always aware of every movement, every sound. It was like the very instincts that saved his life every night where turned against him.

He turned to his nearly forgotten childhood habits to distract himself from everything around him. That only led to more whisper shouting and what even he could tell where displeased glares with a grunt of "fucking tapping" or a snap of "stop!" He knew it was disrupting but it was all be could do to drown out the noise or silence.

On one particularly bad day at school; apparently during one of their tests one of his classmates had had enough of Damian's tapping and decided to make a scene.

There was some yelling from the kid. A few cries in agreement. Before the teacher had gotten hem to settle down. He had demanded that Damian look him in the eye and when he finally did told him to stop with the tapping or else he would be sent to the office, Gym Leaders son or not.

He was the last to finish that test where he normally finished first. The silence had been to load!!

After that clusterfuck Damian finally headed home. He had texted Grayson saying that he was meeting a friend somewhere to work on a project and to not pick him up. In truth he didn't want his brother reading what kind of day he had had. He needed some time to himself.

That was how he found himself in a nearby park. It was filled with plenty of sounds that didn't suffocate him and the fall leaves where soothing to his eyes. Damian had Titus out of his ball as company, knowing that the pup loved park walks.

They had been walking for an hour when they came across a box set off just on the edge of the trail. "Free to Good Homes" was written on the side in black sharpie.

No sound was coming from inside, so he assumed that the had all been taken. Until Titus went closer sniffing at the seemingly empty box.

"Pooch Pooch"

"Hmmm... what is is it boy?" He asked as he walked closer to his Pokemon and the Box. Damian hoped he was wrong. It was cruel to leave a baby Pokemon all alone, especially since the weather was getting colder by the day.

Inside the box was in fact a lone Pokemon. At first glance it looked like a Pikachu. But something was off. It looked more like a doll than a living creature. If it wasn't for the small chirps it let out and slight way that it was shivering from the cold Damian would have written it off as a toy. No wonder it got left behind...

Damian reached down and picked up the mystery Pokemon as gently as he could.

"Come on beloved, lets go home."

He tucked the Pokemon in his jacket to warm it up before reaching for his phone to call Grayson for a ride home.

That night Damian locked himself away, even skipped patrol, and spent a sleepless night learning everything he could about his newest Pokemon.

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That was inspired by this comic

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Finaly, for his last spot Eevee!!

Name: Omni

Gender: Female

Why: I'm going to have all the Batfam members have an Eeveelution. This branch and the Batfam are both growing consistently. We all have our favorites but we love them all the same. So I think it fits.

Story: Everyone in the family had an Eevee or one of its evolutions. Damian's Father said that Eevee was the Wayne family symbol, it was potential, the ability to become whatever you wanted.

Though it surprised Damian that the Wayne symbol wasn't a Noibat or Noivern (Batman's ace) at first he eventually understood the logic in choosing such a Pokemon to represent the family name. That only made things harder for him being the only one not having one. Did they not truly see him as family?

On the one year anniversary of Damian arriving at The Mannor, his family through a small party. Pennyworth made his favorite foods, The Mannor was decorated in tacky streamers (Graysons' idea) and they watched some of Damian's favorite fims, their Pokemon curled up with them. His father had offered to take the day off from the gym. Until Todd suggested that Damian take on the challengers.

The Gotham gym was part of his heritage. Damian had been training for the day that he could finally help weed out the weak challengers just like his siblings sometimes did (think the battles you do before challenging a gym leader in the games).

On that day, if the challengers agreed to it, their final battle wasn't with Bruce Wayne the Dark Knight but instead his son. Most accepted thinking that it would be an easy win, that they had lucked out in not having to battle one of the stongest Gym Leaders in the League and could still get the Shadow Badge.

Those poor fools.

Damian was only allowed to use Alfred, Titus and Habibi since he used Goliath and Heretic primarily as Rookidee.

Damian fought seven trainers that day in 3v3 fights. Only two of them got the badge.

With the day overwith and the night rising, so did Gothams' protecters.

The night ended with exhausted body's and adrenaline crashes. Damian was ready to slip into a mini coma from the day he had but before he could head upstairs to The Mannor...

"Not so fast baby bat." Graysons' voice called out to him. "We got one more surprise for you."

Damian raised his eyebrow at that. What else could they do? His father came back from the locker rooms where he had been desuiting, it always took him the longest because of his "old man bones" as Todd said.

"Son," his father said "its Wayne tradition to get your first Pokemon when you turn ten years old. I missed that with you." He paused, eyes briefly shifting to the floor before they snapped back on Damian's face. "Luckily there's one tradition we didn't miss. When you've lived at The Mannor for a year or the adoption papers get finalized, I give my children this..."

He pulled a Poke'ball out of his poket and handed to Damian. "Go on son, let them out."

He did

Staring at him was his own Eevee.

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AN: All of Damian's Pokemon (sans maybe Omni, I'm thinking of leaving her as an Eevee) will eventually evolve. Eventually.

[shyestofhearts]

Funny image that came to mind with my Howl's Moving Castle AU:

Duke is nauseous because he launched through shadows again

Dick is chirping angrily because Jason's bad luck cloud soaked his feathers AGAIN

Jason is arguing with the little bird

Cass is upset because someone looked at her and everything fell through her hands

Stephanie ran into a wall on accident

Damian is demanding to know who everyone is and where he is

Bruce is trying to calm everyone down

And then there's little no-curse Tim. Trying to eat his breakfast in peace for once in this damn house

[fuzzydreamobservation]

Never Forget -Batfam x MHA!MALE!CHILD reader

Summery: M/N (eri’s little brother) made a accident in the training course, which makes overhaul throw him into a strange pit. sending M/n away into a another universe.

A couple of changes : Eri wasn’t abandoned nor did she kill her dad or something, in my AU Overhaul killed both Eri’s parents in-front of her.

( i might make a part 2 if i can)

meanings:

AU : alternative universe

M/N : Male name 

E/C : Eye colour 

H/C : Hair colour

MUM/N : Mum name

D/N: Dad name

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From yards away, a massive explosion was heard, screaming and panic coming from left to right; the little boy was frightened as figures were running towards him. “M/N” Eri Shouted. M/N looked straight to his sisters eyes but slowly began to see Overhaul's evil face as the darkness vanished, M/N stood back with tears rolling down his face as he realised his mistake. Overhaul caught up with the boy and seized M/N’s arm, Eri started sobbing and trying to catch up to her brother. but one of the nurses dragged her away back to their room.

Overhaul guided M/N to a small space with a metallic coated pit surrounding the edges with red diamonds, the area was navy blue with markings on the walls. The scent of the pit was unpleasant and foreign, M/N bit his lip wondering why Overhaul brought him here. Suddenly, Overhaul lifted M/N and threw him into the pit, M/N screamed as the poisonous sources burned his skin.

His pure white hair was dyed H/C and as E/C began to take over, his once stunning naive red eyes slowly began to fade away, M/n screamed to his beloved sister, but she didn't come. With Overhaul’s smirking face being the last thing he saw, M/N’s whole body went completely under the pit and that very day M/N died from his universe.

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Gotham City, 12:40 PM 8th December.2014

With blood spilling out, M/N woke up coughing, his E/C eyes scanning the area where he woke up. It was a rainy day with the wind flowing through the hair of the little boy, M/N trembling as the cold eventually reached his pale skin. Unlike his older sister, M/N heard strange honking movements and some sort of beast that chirped about, M/N never really had the opportunity to go to the outside world.

People walked by the boy not even looking at him once, M/n stood up struggling because of the previous injections he had obtained at his nightmare of a house from the cruel doctor's place. He walked around the area wanting to speak to people, but nothing came out. Due to M/n not speaking very often, his voice was rusty and low. Citizens weirdly gazed at him, forcing M/n away from them, assuming that he was homeless. Which he has become.

all of a sudden alarms began going off, M/N turned around and saw three men dressed in all black in a huge building with the words'BANK 'on it before he could go ask another individual. People around M/N started to cry, and anxiety spread.  One of the mysterious men rushed towards M/N and pulled M/N into the bank,M/N was puzzled but mostly in agony as the man pulled tight to where one of M/n's bandages  were.

Police cars stationed with weapons in their possession at the front of the bank, M/N was attached firmly to a chair, making him bleed a little from previous cuts and treatments. The police were hollering at the men to let M/n go, however in exchange, the guys needed something. It was a disaster, everyone was worried for poor M/n who every time they hollered something he didn't really understand and became more confused.

"Let the child go" M/n had swore that he'd seen one of the police officers roll their eyes in envy, the three men froze in horror and briefly started coughing out of shock as five figures came out of nowhere.

The three men began firing at the five figures that had already begun battling them back before M/n could say something again.

Within M/n, the gunshots triggered something that the vibrations were recognizable, but he couldn't position it until someone began to cry in the audience for help. Ultimately, it started to dawn on M/n. The very same way his parents died, MUM/N and D/n, he recalled that night as though it was a children's song for overhaul. their parents refused  to give away their children, which later had angered Overhaul. In front of a four-year-old Eri as well as a two-year-old M/n, Overhaul shot their parents, Eri ran to their mother and father and embraced them for the last time although blood emerged on Eri's white jacket. There stood the young M/n with his lips twitching. People came out of the black vans, and Eri was forced into one of vans, while M/n was brought to some other van. As all the vehicles began driving off into the hide-out, Overhaul entered his car.

As the flashbacks flooded in, M/n shook his head, looked back up saw that the men were being arrested and led away. He was approached by one of the mysterious bat-looking men, as well as a detective-looking man. "Hello, I'm commissioner Gordon.what is your name, kid?” asked Gordon. M/n tumbled over his vocabulary and tried to grasp how it sounded native to M/n, but he figured Gordon was wondering what his name was. "M/n..my name is M/n" said M/n.

“M/n..no last name,kid?” Gordon questioned M/n, M/n shook his head and bit his lips quietly. Gordon and the bat-looking man looked at each other before nodding.

"Hey kid, We'll send you to the hospital okay? a few people would like to see you" Gordon said sincerely, M/n saw several nurses rushing up to him.  as the nurses caught up they took M/n’s hand and directed him to the ambulance, but only a few saw M/n wince as the nurses contacted his body. As it reminded him of all those nurses back at home, M/n did not like the embraces so much but M/n understood and sat on the floor silently.

They guided M/n to a private room when they eventually made it to the hospital. Nursing staff had ensured that m/n was relaxed enough for the room so that before the visitors arrived, the small child would be at least tidy. The white room was examined by M/n; it was loaded with childish decorations. The soft sheets which was spread on a mattress were touched from M/n. Five familair individuals went inside the room before M/n could investigate even more. Finally, M/n knew who it was, and this was the five heroes who rescued him.

"hello, I'm Bruce wayne and these are my children."  The man introduced, M/n looked down.     "I'm Dick Grayson" "jason todd" "Timothy or Tim drake" "tch, Damian Wayne" M/n nodded slowly, having looked at everybody, hoping they knew who he was. Although M/n was only four, he understood that in his existence, these individual people will eventually become a significant influence.

When the space was quiet again, M/n had never felt more comfortable than he was now in his lifespan. M/n began to play with his hands. Though he wondered what was happening to Eri back home, he did miss his sister, even though everything was definitely coming into focus. Jason asked, "Where are your parents, M/n?" Dick slapped his forearm like an angry mother.Jason frowned and mumbled only at dick, 'I'm just asking man' Prior to staring out the window, M/n glanced at Jason for just a couple of seconds.

He breathed, "..dead.." M/n bit his lip and felt tiny tears tumble down his pained expression. While he was smaller, he never really thought about it that much however the term mother and father became foreign to him gradually, M/n didn't want the episodes to return back. The family stared at M/n, Bruce looked down at his hands, then looked back up at M/n. "how do you feel if I raised you?" Bruce unexpectedly asked, and everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"that'd be nice" M/n responded, and Bruce grinned and nodded at the little child in front of him. M/n looked at the other boys who, with the exception of Damian, all looked enthusiastic. The family soon departed M/n’s room.M/n glanced out the door and smiled once again with tears running down his cheeks.  As he had always dreamed of he was finally going to be welcomed into a family. He was going to have brothers, and he was going to have a real family, and he was going to have people to protect him no matter what.

M/n was obviously going to be able to discover what it meant to love someone, what it meant to understand somebody else. M/n began lying on his bed and having a look at the walls. “Hey Eri, I know you can't hear me, but I'm expecting to be able to have family once more. P-people have become so pleasant here but if I get a-a-adopted? Yes adopted, then I'm going to be able to see the outer universe. But I'm still not trying to forget you all right? So don't forget me Eri!, The next time we talk, I'll only bring you presents! Dozens of them all right?. A number of them. I'm going to try to make you proud this year, I guarantee you, sis, Your not just a sister. Your a hero, goddess and dream, I loooooooove you sister"

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Gotham city 1:20 PM 20th April 2020

'Damian?! Do you know where Titus managed to pick up my shoes again?' exclaimed a 10-year-old boy, Damian grunted, and turned to the kitchen. "Titus went that way, M/n" M/n nodded and dashed to the kitchen. M/n  peaked under the table as he  arrived in the kitchen and saw an enormous black dog chewing his shoes. M/n gasped loudly and decided to stand up, constantly ruining his mood with Titus. "Good afternoon Master Wayne" Alfred chuckled, M/n simply smiled before grabbing his beloved blueberry waffles .

"Master Wayne, remember you have ballet lessons at 5. We don't really want  you to skip another lesson." Alfred reminded, M/n nodded as he stuffed his face with waffles.     shortly after Jason came into the kitchen and stole M/n's waffles, M/n growled at Jason and turned around only to witness Titus eating the majority of the waffles.  

"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" M/n yelled angrily, Jason laughed but soon stopped as Damian started chasing him.  

As he saw Jason being chased around, M/n smirked hoping for amusement. Since you were Damian's closest brother, it always comes in very handy. Then Bruce came in with his suit, today Bruce finally caught a break from his business, but then had to contend with some meeting with yet another business. "hey M/n, Having a good time?" Bruce asked the male next to him, M/n nodded and then dashed to his bedroom with no other words.

M/n set down on his mattress and shut his eyes when M/n made it to his room. "Hey Eri, It has been a couple of weeks since i've spoken to you. How's it been? I hope you got away from Overhaul, My family still don't know about our world or my history before they raised me. I'm planning to tell them soon though, Hope you haven't missed me kidding, Uhm..Goodnight or good morning dork. Loving you."

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“Love you too, M/n. I always can hear you," a female voice muttered, Eri smiled and then continued cuddle with Kota Izumi her boyfriend.     " farewell M/n, I'll never forget you" Eri stated once more before falling asleep once more.

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Hey Hope you enjoyed !

[anjuschiffer]

The Host Club’s Busy Week: Who Let the Rich in the Bakery?!

So during the middle of the night (at least it was for me), a group of us in the Maribat Discord server came up with this AU and thus this was born. Wanna thank @ficsforthestars for instigating this AU! I had a blast writing this.

Also, some things to know before you read: Mari goes under the name Marin when she's part of the school and Mari/Marinette outside of school. Adrien and Felix are called Twins since they look identical despite their different personalities and having different surnames.

With that, I hope you enjoy this!

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AO3

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“A competition?” The twins asked, Adrien and Felix looking at one another and then back at Damian. 

It was another day at the Host Club, the boys lazing around as Mari was crowded by the clients that were in the club at that moment. 

Today’s event: Tea with Marin (with cakes made by Marin). 

Damian smirked. 

“Marinette’s parents own a bakery, correct?” A series of nods. “Well, it just so happens that they’re very popular despite being a small commoner’s business, which leads to my next point.”

Damian shows them a flyer, Richard and the rest of the boys wondering what it was. 

“A piece of paper.” Tim says after skimming the flyer, going back to resting his head on the club’s pillow stash. “A flyer to be exact.”

“Correct.” Damian puts the flyer back into his case, Felix noticing other photos and templates in the leather file. Templates were marked in red, some notes scattered around the paper. 

What was Damian up to?

“What does this have to do with Marinette and her parent’s bakery?” Richard asked, something in his gut not sitting right. 

“Well, the bakery needs part-time workers or any volunteers that can help them this upcoming week.” Damian pulled out his remote to summon the club’s screen projector, showing some photos of Marinette’s parent’s bakery filled to brim with customers ordering cakes and other pastries, Sabine and Tom wearing panicked faces. 

Many of the orders and pastries were pink and red themed, the boys quickly picking up on the theme: Valentine’s Day. 

“But we also have our Valentine Day’s event coming up.” Jon chirped in, worried about possibly having to cancel their event to volunteer at the bakery. Not that he minded. Maybe he’d get to try some cakes there. 

“Like if we would ever raise a finger to prepare for the event.” Felix reminded the group, everyone nervously chuckling except for Damian. 

“Back to the matter at hands, we’ll be competing to see who can deliver the most pastries for that entire time we are there.”

Damian changes the slide, showing a map of the area around the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. There were dots scattered across the city, a lot circling around the outskirts of the city and around the bakery itself. 

“Sounds fun!” Adrien squeals, Felix placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Seeing as this is a competition, I’m sure there’s a prize involved.” 

“Nothing gets by you, does it, de Vanily?” Damian wipes out a tiny envelope. 

“What’s it got?” Jon asked, wondering what a small envelope the size of Damian’s hand would contain. 

“A one day baking class with Marinette.” The boys simply looked at each other and blinked, turning back to Damian new with confused faces. 

“We can literally just ask if she-“

“-with just Marinette teaching you in the bakery.” Damian grinned as he watched everyone straighten in their seats, wanting to laugh at the serious expression that morphed onto Grayson, Agreste and de Vanily. “A one-on-on class. Usually it’s take a lot of membership points to even gain a class with her parents, but with their daughter?” Damian chuckled. “You’d have to buy a year’s worth of pastries to gather the amount of points needed to purchase the class session.”

“We’re rich.” Tim bluntly stated, gaining a few agreements. “We can literally buy three year’s worth of-“

“Drake, do they look like a factory to be able to produce that quantity of goods?” Tim mumbled a no. “There you have it.”

“So, who’s in?” All the boys raised their hands. “Let the game begin.”

Marinette felt a shiver go down her spine as she drank some tea with the ladies, turning her head to see the boys arguing with each other. 

A storm was brewing. 

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“STOP GROWING MUSHROOMS BY THE OVEN SENPAI! YOU’RE GOING TO RUIN THE DOUGH!” Marinette screamed, pulling Dick away from their oven, allowing himself to get dragged out of the kitchen and into the staircase that lead to the apartment. 

Adrien and Felix giggled as they watched their friend get scolded by Marinette, quickly going over to the counter to hand Damian over the money they had gotten from their recent delivery. 

“Did he mess up again?” Felix asked Damian, accepting the water bottle the Wayne had offered. 

“He sure did.” Tim replies, sipping on his coffee. 

“And he was so sure he was going to get it right this time.” Damian grinned. “He ended up getting lost towards the end and had to get our driver to help him, only to be off by a whole number.” 

“Should’ve seen how embarrassed he got when he knocked on the wrong house door and apologized for bothering them.” Tim said, smirking into his  coffee. “Wish I had known about this instant coffee sooner. Don’t have to wait for it to be grounded or anything! Just add water and it’s done!”

“Well thanks to you, we’re a bag short.” Marinette scowled, causing Tim to jump. “I swear I just saw you drink a cup a minute ago.” Mari said, rubbing her temple as she made her way back into the kitchen. 

“It was actually five minutes ago.” Tim mumbled, taking another sip from the coffee before planing it down to help ring the customer at the counter. 

“Wait, just how much has he been drinking?” Adrien said, turning to Damian for answers. 

“For every five cups he pours, one of them ends up for him.” Damian answered, glaring at Tim as he attempted to steal another cup. “This coffee is for the elderly lady over there so you can’t have it.”

“Party pooper.” Tim muttered, watching Damian give Jon a blind eye. 

Said boy was sitting with the elderly lady, chatting away as the two ate some brioche. 

“I thought you guys were here to help, not to be babysitted.” Marinette growled through her teeth, making everyone go back to their respected jobs. 

She knew, she just knew it.

That shiver that rippled down her back that day was this. She was being warned about this disaster. 

When the Club appeared at her door that morning -at four of the morning mind you-, she knew something was up, she knew they were plotting something. 

And today was not the best day to interfere with her life. Today was one of the busiest days of the year, so Mari didn’t need this ball of stress to start the day, knowing there was more stress awaiting for her further on. 

But just as she had finished scolding them and demanded them to go back home, her father decided to walk by, his face brightening upon seeing them. 

He started to cry and hug Marinette and thanking her for getting her classmates to help them out, thanking Marinette for always being so concerned for her parents. 

As Tom welcomed them in, Mari could only watch in complete annoyance as she watched them have their way. 

Oh the work that awaited them, which led to now. 

Felix and Adrien had finished delivering their 49th order while Richard was still on his 23rd. 

While Mari wished she could go and encourage Dick, but she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. 

Her parents had their hands full and she was needed in the back, trusting Damian with the money, counter and managing his monkeys. 

He wasn’t the Club’s manager for no reason after all. 

With a heavy sigh and after slapping her hands on her cheeks, she headed back to the kitchen. 

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“Thank you all for helping us today.” Sabine said with a bow, the boys also bowing, though at different times. 

“Marinette’s lucky to have wonderful friends like yourselves.” Tom said, patting his daughter’s head. Marinette gave her father a smile but dropped it when she turned to see the club members, her eyes narrowed. 

“If anything, we’re lucky to have Mari for a friend.” Jon said, running up to Sabine. “Now we know where she gets her kind personality from!”

Thank Jon was the only thing that rang through the member’s mind, thanking the oblivious boy and his sunshine personality. 

Sabine hugged the boy. “I’m just so happy that my little girl is getting along with her classmates and making friends.” She let go of Jon, who wobbled to compose himself. “We were worried she wouldn’t make any, seeing as it’s a very prestigious school the lot of you attend.”

The twins looked at each other before grinning, Mari not liking it one bit. 

“Don’t worry about a thing Mme. Cheng!” Adrien said with a chirp, Felix noticing the cue to continue. 

“The three of us are in the same class and club.” Felix said, smiling at the cooing Sabine gave them. He continued. “We are very close friends, spending a lot of time together, working on club activities and schoolwork.”

“And because we spend so much time together, we’ve practically her favorite duo. We are best friends after all!” Adrien ended with a smile, shaking Felix’s hand behind his back upon noticing how Dick wilted at their right. 

“Oh Mari!” Marinette was smoldered by hugs, the Club enjoying every bit of it. 

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“So, who won?” Felix asked, sipping on some Earl Grey. 

The weekend had passed, the Club spending their glorious three days there, getting fed by the Dupain-Cheng’s. 

Jon -in particular- adored Sabine, one of favorite things about her was how comfortable he felt around her. Almost like having a second mother. 

Tim enjoyed simply being in the bakery, to sit in the aroma of freshly made coffee was heavenly. 

The rest simply liked the bakery because of Marinette and the feeling of being home despite only being there for a few days. 

“Yeah! Tell us Damian!” Jon chirped, stuffing his face with some cookies the Dupain-Cheng’s had given him. 

“Well,” Damian pulled out his screen projector again, taking out a pointer. “Seeing as Jon and Tim lost interest in the competition as soon as they set foot in the bakery, that leaves the rest.”

He changed to the next slide, showing four lines on the map along with dots of the same color. 

“Ooo, what are those lines and dots for?” Jon inquired. On the map, there were lines of different colors along with matching dots. 

“These four lines show the route each of us took when delivering the pastries. The dots show the orders that were successfully delivered.” 

At the corner, there was a guide that named which color belonged to who. Damian smirked when he saw Richard cower behind Tim while the twins glanced at each other before Cheshire grins graced their faces. 

Felix tried his hardest to not laugh while Adrien didn’t bother to hide it. Turning around from his place, Adrien laughed at his senpai. 

“Look at yours Richard! Your blue line is all over the city! And you only got 30 dots on the map!”

Richard curled into himself, his face burning with embarrassment. 

It wasn’t his fault that all the streets looked alike!

“Sad to see that you got lost while being a few meters away from the bakery.” Felix added, smiling at his amount of dots on the map: 96. Meanwhile Adrien felt cheated. 

“Why does Felix get 96?! We went the same way! We should’ve gotten the same amount!”

“You only got 69 because you failed to notice Felix sneaking in other orders as he joined you.” Damian filled in, wondering why-

“Wait… how do you have over a 100 orders?” Oh. So the sleep-deprived idiot noticed. “You were inside the bakery the entire time. Did you cheat?!” Tim accused, Damian raising a brow. 

“Me, cheat?” Damian put the projector away. “No my dear brother. I simply found a loophole.” He took out another remote, the boys watching in anticipation. “I simply used drones to deliver the orders, no walking necessary.”

“SO YOU DID CHEAT!” Adrien and Richard yelled, Felix simply frowning. 

“And as I’m the sole winner, I’ll be using the opportunity to gather more photos for Marin’s monthly magazine.” Damian smirked. “It has become a club favorite, even gaining more demand than his Majesty himself.” Damian wanted to laugh upon seeing Richard wilt even more, dragging himself to a corner to mope. 

“I should’ve known.” A voice spoke up, causing everyone to whip their heads to their eavesdropper. 

“Mari.”

“You did all of that just for fun?” She growled, walking up to the boys, her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot. “For your entertainment?”

“A bit, yes, however-“ Damian was shortly interrupted by a fuming Marinette. 

“So you did!” Marinette yelled, grabbing Richard’s attention. “I can’t believe you guys!”

“Marinette, we didn’t mean-“ Adrien started, only to see Richard walk up to Marinette and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

“It started as a competition.” Richard said, dropping his hands once he had her attention. “And we shouldn’t have treated something so serious like that as a simple form of entertainment. Sorry.”

Marinette looked at Richard, averted her gaze and turned away from him. 

He had that look again. Glazed baby blue eyes and a thin line for a smile… the chirp in his being gone. 

Letting out a sigh, Marinette turned back to the ashamed group of boys. 

“It’s fine. I’ll look over it this one time.” Marinette turned to Damian. “However, whatever prize you were thinking of giving better not be rewarded as a condition for me turning a blind eye.”

Damian nodded, ripping the envelope from the beginning in half, making the boys scrunch up their faces. 

“We’re sorry Mari. We promise not to do something like this again.” Jon spoke up, making Mari feel guilty for getting angry at the group. Darn him and his baby doe eye strategy. 

“Like I said, it’s alright.” Marinette restated, now wondering how she was going to tell them what she came for.

“Did something happen Mari?” Jon asked innocently, the club fully knowing she was the softest for him. 

The perks of being a young, childish prodigy. 

“Well, my parents wanted to thank you all for helping out at the bakery the other day, so they want you guys to come over next week.”

“Next week?” The boys sang, watching Marinette fidget under their gaze. 

“You see… it’s my birthday next week.” 

Everyone went haywire, Richard quickly picking up Mari and spinning her around, shouting that his little girl was growing up. Damian started to jot something down and made phone calls. Tim simply blinked before muttering something into his phone and falling asleep. 

The twins managed to pull Mari away from Richard to only squish her between the two, throwing one arm each over her shoulder. They talked about how they felt betrayed that Mari kept her birthday a secret and how now they had to go shopping for her gift. 

Something about a house and a new building caused her to break away from them, warning them that they better not do anything of that extreme for her. Ever. 

Jon offered her to buy her his favorite cake from this world-renowned patisserie, which upon hearing their name, Mari paled. 

She knew that person, her parents’ idol and there was no way in hell was she going to allow Jon to buy her something worth thousands of Euros over a simple birthday cake. 

Damn rich kids. 

But seeing them fawn over her like this, to argue and have fun like this… it was like a dream. 

A dream that was her reality and that she was thankful for. 

She was blessed to be surrounded by such loving people. 

She couldn’t wait to tell her parents that they all said yes. 

It’d be a nice day filled with friends at her parent’s bakery, having cake and-

The floor began to rumble, scaring the entire club members and the other people there, a few of the girls screaming for dear life.

The floor parted open, Nino standing on a rising platform, light beams beaming pastel colors and Nino bopping his head as party music blasted from his speakers. His turntables glinted and his mixer sparkled as people began to gather around the uprising studio.

“Who invited that moron of a DJ?” Damian snarled, noticing the twins tense. “It was you two, wasn’t it?”

They looked at each other and then at Damian. “What? He’s cool.”

Everyone watched as Nino lowered the music and whipped out a microphone, grinning madly. 

“Hey dudettes! You’re probably wondering why I’m blasting party music, but get this!” A spotlight came out of nowhere, landing right on top of Marinette, causing her to freeze. “Starting today, we’re going to countdown to Marin’s birthday! Give it up for the soon-to-be-birthday dude!”

All the girls that were present at that moment turned their heads in unison to look at Mari, proceeding to squeal and surround her, asking her why she had hidden her birthday from them.

This was why Mari thought to herself as she was pushed and pulled on from the mob of girls she was surrounded by. She listened as some girls promised to bring her some pricey fabrics, threads, perfumes and other things from high-end brands Mari only wished to glance at and never touch.

This is why she didn’t say anything, but Nino just had to go and say something, didn’t he? Nino and his loose-lipped self.

-----

That following week, up until her birthday, Mari came home with a mountain of gifts, her parents panicking upon seeing the gifts and not knowing what to do. Meanwhile, one thing rang in her mind.

Damn these rich kids. 

After settling on what to do with the gifts, Mari excused herself to her room, her eyes landing on a box on her desk upon setting a foot in her room. 

She picked up the box, noticing how delicately it was wrapped, a pastel pink paper with ladybug print all over it, a single red ribbon at its side with a note underneath.

The note had her name, Marinette using this sign to open it and cry upon seeing the picture. 

In a simply glass frame with a single ladybug in the corner, there was a single picture of the day the stupid idiots went to volunteer at the bakery, everyone smiling at the camera.

Marinette wiped a tear as she placed the frame on her desk, a single phrase in her mind.

Damn these rich idiots… what would I do without them?

[avis-writeshq]

Damian Wayne x Reader: If by Fate

Oh my god she’s writing

Requested: Nope

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: Things happen for a reason. People do things for a reason. According to science, there was no such thing as ‘fate’ or ‘miracles’. Soulmates don’t exist either. But maybe, just maybe, things can happen for no reason. Maybe things can occur without a solid explanation. In other words, things can happen by fate. And if love and romance can bloom from nowhere, perhaps it really was by fate.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and trash writing

Other: Kinda soulmate AU? But not really? Damian and Reader are 17-18 (Bc driving and stuff…)

Word count: 6,714                                                                                                   

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

 ***

You remember the day it all started. 3 years ago; the first time you had met Damian Thomas Wayne. It had been a stroke of luck, or rather, a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t the first time you had met someone on such strange accounts. If you hadn’t, you never would have met Sakura, your dearest friend. If you hadn’t met Damian Wayne, perhaps you wouldn’t be lying beside him, tucked into his side. Maybe you wouldn’t have met all your close and dear friends. If by fate this was meant to be, you were going to let it.

 *** 3 Years Ago, Gotham City, Fall/Autumn ***

 You let out a laugh as you weaved in and out of lampposts and people, Sakura on your heels. You heard her giggle from behind you, and you ducked from an old lady waving her umbrella around. Ignoring Sakura’s cry of slowing down, you ran faster to the grass areas where couples were enjoying the aesthetic of the red and orange leaves. You suddenly paused, Sakura almost hitting your back at your abrupt stop.

 “Really, (N/N)?” She frowned, but you knew she was joking.

 “Do you hear that?” Your words were quiet, contemplating your decisions.

 The girl stopped for a moment, playing with a strand of her strawberry blonde hair. She was flawless like that. Tall, Sakura had brilliant blue eyes that could charm anyone she meets. She had a few guys at Gotham Academy staring after her, you were sure. “I don’t hear anything.”

 “It’s a bird.” You were quiet again.

 “All I can hear is a baby crying,” she drawled, a smirk playing at her lips. “Are you sure you don’t need your hearing checked?”

 Ignoring her sarcastic reply, you took a few steady steps towards a bush, purple peonies growing from it.  The cry of a bird became louder to your ears and you did your best to be as quiet as you possibly could. Well, you were sure you would have gone undetected if Sakura wasn’t being the whiny and complaining girl she was.

 “(Y/N), there’s nothing here!” she whined, a pout on her face.

 You twisted your head around to glare at her. “Shut up,” you hissed before turning your attention back to the bush. Lo and behold, there truly was a small bird in the bush. With black and grey wings with an orangey-red chest, you were pretty sure you knew what it was. The small bird let out another cry, and it was then you noticed the blotchy scratches on its wing.

 “It’s so cute!” Sakura squealed, but you shot her an icy glare to silence her. “What kind of bird is it?” She whispered softly, being as quiet as she possibly could.

 “Turdus migratorius, otherwise known as the American Robin,” you recited dutifully, a small smile on your face.

 “You really know your birds, huh, (N/N)?” A smirk rose to her face.

 “I did the robin for my 6th-grade science assignment, remember?” You rolled your eyes.

 “And you got 110%! I can’t believe you got extra credit.” Her eyes lit up and she pulled you around by your shoulders. “What if this is a sign?”

 “A sign?”

 “You know, what if your soulmate, the man of your dreams, is Robin? You know… the vigilante who works with the Big Bat himself?” She grinned at you. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

 “You’ve been reading too many fan-fictions,” you mutter, pulling away from her. “And think realistically Sakura! I’ve never met this guy before in my life, and I think that’s more of a blessing than a curse. Besides, who knows how he is under the mask?” You shook your head, attention turning back to the little bird. Taking off your cardigan, you scooped the little bird up, cradling it against your chest.

 “Great. Now what, genius?”

 “There’s a pet store a few blocks away,” you answered, your eyes still trained on the small bird. It didn’t struggle as much as you would have thought; instead, it let out a small chirp, opening and closing its eyes. You knew it was still alive from its breathing- but for how long was the question?

 Racing to the pet store, you made your way to the counter.

 “Excuse me, sir?” You offered a smile to the middle-aged man. “I found this injured bird a few minutes ago. Do you know any vets that can look after it?”

 The man peered at you from behind his glasses. By now, Sakura was off looking at the little puppies being groomed. “Is it wild?”

 “Yes, sir,” you nodded.

 “It’s just a bird,” he drawled, and you glanced at his nametag. Mason.

 “It may be just a bird, but it still deserves to live, Mr Mason,” you said coldly. “It was scratched and beaten with nobody and nothing to support it. I don’t know about you, sir, but if I was lying on the side of the road, I would want to be picked up and taken to the hospital.” You shot him a harsh glare, properly scaring him.

 “Right, yes, well, I’ll see what I can do.”

 “If I find out you have put him down,” you began slowly, watching the man cower in his seat, “you will be very sorry. You got that?”

 The man nodded frantically, “y-yes ma’am.”

 You stood up straight, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you very much. Let me know what the fees are and I’ll pay for the treatment.”

With that, you walked over to where Sakura was watching you, “wowie, (N/N)! Remind me to never get on your bad side!”

 You shrugged, “he was being an ass, that’s all. I have consumer rights, ya know.”

 “I don’t think that’s in the law…” she mumbled before looking up at you. “I have the tea!”

 You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

 “I mean… guess who I saw in the pet store!” You blinked, opening your mouth to answer when she quickly cut you off. “Damian Wayne!”

 “How is that ‘tea’?” you asked, referring to her elaborate word choice moments earlier.

 “I know that’s not super important to you, but he’s drop-dead gorgeous! And he was looking right at you!” She let out a dreamy sigh. “You’re lucky, (Y/N). Damian Wayne and Robin… you can choose between them.”

 You scrunched your nose in disgust. “Why would I have to choose? I’m not gonna have either of them. Besides, I was causing a scene before. And everyone in our school goes to the pet store. He might just be looking for a pet.” She didn’t seem to be listening as her mouth was wide open, pupils dilating. She let out a few unintelligible sounds before pointing behind you. “What are you-?”

 You turned around, only to be met with fierce green eyes. “Oh, hi Damian! What brings you here?”

 The said boy shrugged. “I was just looking around. I saw you at the counter just now. You rescued a bird?”

 You nodded, “yeah, it was a robin. It is migrating season, after all. It must have hurt its wing while it was regaining some energy.”

 Damian hummed. “You seemed to be having a hard time. Are you really going to pay for the bills?”

 “I was just letting him know that he was a sorry excuse for a human being…” you mumbled, “I guess in the heat of the moment I told him I’d pay for the vet bills,” you let out a groan. “I don’t even have that kind of money! I truly am an idiot.”

 The green-eyed boy just smirked. “Remember who you’re talking to? I’ll pay for the bills.”

 Your eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t have to; the bird is my responsibility…”

 He shrugged again. “I got it. But, do me a favour?”

 With a frantic nod, you agreed.

 “Please tell your friend to stop gaping at me in the halls.” With that, he turned tail and left.

 You blinked, turning around before shooting you friend a glare. “You ‘gape at him in the halls’? Sakura…”

 “Don’t mind about me, what was that?!” She took hold of your shoulders, shaking you. “Are you secretly dating Damian Wayne?!”

 You scoffed, shrugging her hands off your shoulders. “You really don’t have a brain in there, do you?” You rolled your eyes, “he was just helping me out. Besides, he’s the son of the richest man in the world.”

 “Then why did he talk to you?!”

 You hummed, thinking to yourself. “I don’t know. I was his biology partner for a day and-” You paused when you saw Sakura looking at you with a smirk. “GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER, SAKURA!”

 ***

Damian took one last glance at you over his shoulder. You seemed to be telling Sakura off about something. With a small smile and heavy heart, he put his earphones into his ears before stuffing his hands into his pockets. Ah, the things he does for love. He never wanted to admit it, but you intrigued him. Sure, he was only in your science class and he was your partner for an hour, but you were different. At least, you were to him. You actually had the courage to speak your mind and show people who’s boss, and you did it all without violence. If it were him, he would have punched the store clerk’s face in a second.

 Just as he turned the corner, he felt and arm over his shoulders. “Hey, Damian! It’s nice to see you again!”

 Taking one of his earphones out of his ear, he turned to respond, but kept walking. “TT, Grayson. What are you doing here?”

 “Ah, don’t be like that, Dami! I’m here for the Autumn Carnival like every year. Bludhaven holds one, too, but it’s nothing compared to Gotham’s. Maybe because Bruce is sponsoring it.” The man paused for a moment. “You are going, right? You didn’t go last year, and from what Bruce told me, you didn’t go 2 years ago, either.”

 “Father needs to stop telling people about me,” Damian huffed, looking away. “And to answer your question, Grayson, no, I would not be attending the carnival.”

 “Well, that’s too bad. It’s a good thing Bruce thought of something to get you to go.”

 The Arabian boy eyes his older brother wearily. “And that is?”

 “It’s either you go or you have to go to another one of Bruce’s balls. And…” Dick mimed a drum roll resulting in an eye roll from the younger boy. “I’ll tell him about (Y/N)…”

 Damian choked, trying his best to ignore the heat that rose up the back of his neck. “TT, what on earth are you talking about, Grayson?”

 “Oh, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. (Y/N) (L/N). You’ve been crushing on her for months now.”

 “And how could you tell?” He challenged, “Do you have any evidence supporting your ridiculous claims?”

 “Well… you were at the pet store just now, correct? From what I heard of the conversation, you’re paying her vet bills.” A smirk made its way on Dick’s face.

 “You are not a clown, Grayson, you are entire circus.” With that, he put his earphone back in his ear, closing the conversation.

 When Damian arrived at the manor, Dick bombarded him with questions again. “So… when are you going to ask her out?”

 With an unamused eyebrow raise, Damian let out a huff. “Maybe you should annoy Drake. I heard he and Stephanie were going through some tough times.”

 “That is a lie and you know it!” A voice called out from the top of the stairs. “And who is Damian asking out?”

 With a pointed glare, the said boy took his leave, racing up the stairs and jumping over Tim’s sad attempt of trying to trip him. Muttering to himself, he slammed the door shut, flinching when his cat let out a yowl and jumped off his bed, scurrying away. Titus strolled up to his master, giving a pleading look. That meant either 2 things; he was either hungry or in need of pats. Damian guessed it was in need of pats.

 “Stupid Grayson,” Damian muttered as he scratched Titus from behind the ears. “Always meddling in other people’s business…” the black dog nodded its head as if to agree with his master’s comment. The boy smirked. “Even you could see it, right, Titus?”

 The canine let out a bark of agreement, lifting his head up for a moment. Damian smirked, patting Titus’s head fondly. “I suppose I should train now, shouldn’t I?” Another bark of agreement came from Titus. Rolling his eyes, the boy grabbed his suit before racing into the cave.

 ***

You let out a small yawn as you held your head on the palm of your hand, tapping your Maths textbook with the end of your pencil. It was late – too late, in your opinion, – and you were bored beyond your mind. You were doing some extra revision in your room while your parents went out for a ‘date night’. You were just about to call it a day when a shadow loomed over you.

 “What…” you spun around, only to see a figurine on top of a building. “Wait until Sakura hears this.”

 You rolled your eyes at the thought of your best friend fangirling about what you had just seen, when the figurine took out his grappling hook and left. You pushed your window open, shivering slightly when the cool night air hit your skin. The t-shirt and sweatpants weren’t doing any justice at the moment, and goosebumps prickled your skin. You leaned over slightly, your hair whipping around in the breeze. Hearing the flap of a cape, you looked up, only to be met with the white lenses of a domino mask.

 Letting out a yelp, you jumped backwards, tripping over your own feet. You saw Robin cringe at your fall, and you shot him a glare to silence him from laughing at you. “Stalker much?” You muttered to yourself, knowing full-well that he could hear you.

 “Who said I was stalking you?” Robin huffed, climbing into your room, much to your surprise.

 “Why the hell are you in my room?!” You demanded, scowling at him as you pushed yourself up from the floor. “Did Sakura put you up to this?”

 The masked vigilante feigned surprise. “Who is ‘Sakura’?”

 You shrugged, “a friend of mine. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be out wresting the hulk or something?”

 “Trying to get rid of me so easily?”

 “Considering the fact that you are inside my room without permission, yes, I do want to get rid of you.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

 “Fine, then. Have a good evening, (Y/N).” With that, he jumped out the window and grappled away.

 “Wait, how do you know my name?!” You yelled after him, only receiving a chuckle before silence. Yeah, Sakura was going to have a field day of fan-fiction when she hears this.                

 ***

 “ROBIN WAS IN YOUR ROOM?!” Sakura demanded, and you flinched at the cacophony she was creating.

 “Shh, not so loud!” You slapped a hand over her mouth, faking a smile when one of the juniors looked at you weirdly. “And, yes, he was in my room. But it was only for a second and by mistake.”

 “What do you mean, ‘by mistake’?! He climbed into your room.”

 You shot her an icy glare. “I fell. He was just helping me up.” You slammed your locker door shut, clutching your science books in your arms. You spun on your heel, making your way to the Science Lab, Sakura chasing after you.

 “No offence, (Y/N), but Robin has was better things to do other than help a girl up.”

 “Chivalry isn’t completely dead,” you hissed. “And even though this school is the definition of haughty, that does not mean people can’t be nice. Besides, if people weren’t nice, there wouldn’t be any Robin or Bat-guy, would there?”

 “You have a point,” Sakura nodded, “and it’s Batman.” She was quiet for a minute before her eyes lit up. “Are you going to the Autumn Carnival?”

 You shrugged, “sure. I think my parents already bought me tickets, so we can go together. They can’t come though, another shitty business trip.”

 “That’s 3 in the past month!”

 “I know. Anyway, I better head go into class. You know how Mrs Medaleve gets when we aren’t in class when she is.” You huffed before giving her a look. “Don’t say a thing about what happened last night to anyone.”

 “Alright, alright. Put in a good word to Jeremy for me!” She let out a sigh. “I caught him looking at me this morning. Do you think he likes me?”

 “Why wouldn’t he?” you challenged, “Now go to your French class!”

  “Bye!”

 With a short wave, Sakura raced down the hall to her French class on the other side of the school. You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your features. You turned around to enter the classroom when you felt a person run into your back. You let out a yelp, falling forwards, your books dropping to the ground. “Ouchie…”

 “My apologies. Are you hurt?” A very familiar voice sounded from above you.

 “Oh, Damian. It’s not your fault, don’t worry,” you smiled, getting to your knees to pick up your books. “I’m okay, though. Thanks.”

 He nodded, picking up your biology textbooks and handing it to you. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. You met Robin?”

 You sighed, “of course Sakura would be loud enough to let the world know. Anyway, to answer your question, yeah, I kinda talked to him last night. It was an accident, so no biggie.” You offered a smile, placing your books down on your desk.  

 Damian was quiet as he placed his belongings on the desk beside you. He finally opened his mouth to comment. “That’s a bit strange, don’t you think?”

 “Well, Sakura’s convinced that we’re soulmates and she’s gone off about way too many crazy things, so to tell the truth, that wasn’t the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.” You shrugged. “But it was kind of weird. Maybe he just got bored on patrol.”

 “Maybe…”

 In reality, Damian was bored last night. He didn’t mean to talk to you last night, though, that’s for sure. He just so happened to be in the area and you caught his eye. Well, to be fair, every single time you were within a 10 metre radius of him, you always caught his eye.

 After the whole ordeal, Bruce had reprimanded him for leaving his perimeter, even though nothing really happened. For Gotham, it was a quiet night which was unknown to the established city.  

 Class ended on a boring note, and Mrs Medaleve had requested you to clean the classroom before leaving to lunch (it was really unfair to you because you always paid attention to her classes). Luckily for you, Damian stayed behind to keep you company and to help clean the mess your classmates made.

 “Thanks for staying behind, Damian,” you said once the classroom was clean.

 “Take it as an apology for running into you earlier today,” he told you as the two of you walked into the cafeteria. “If you could excuse me, I have soccer training to get to.”

 “Oh, sure thing. I’ll see you later, okay?” You smiled before walking deeper into the cafeteria, searching for a free table.

 “(Y/N) GUESS WHAT?!” A voice sounded behind you, and you jumped in the air.

 “Sakura, can you not scare me like that?” You huffed, “what happened?”

 “So, Jeremy waited for me for me to finish class just now and…” she mimed a drumroll, “he asked me out to the Autumn Carnival!”

 A grin stretched across your face. “Sakura, that’s great news!” You paused. “But what about my extra ticket?”

 Horror dropped on the girl’s face. “(Y/N), I forgot all about that! I’m so sorry! Maybe you can come hang out with me and Jeremy, and give the ticket to someone else…”

 “And ruin your first date with the guy you’ve been crushing on since freshman year? Saki, I can’t do that to you. I’ll be fine, you can go with Jeremy. I’ll find someone else to go to the carnival with, okay?”  

 “Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best!” She wrapped her arms around you, smiling. “Come on, let’s have lunch with him and his friends. Maybe we could go on a double date.”

 You laughed but nodded. “We’ll see how today goes.”

 ***

 You came back to your home to find your parents out of the country. They had left a note on the kitchen counter explaining about what you’ll be having for lunch and dinner on the days they will be gone, as well as all the emergency numbers you can use in case of, well, an emergency.

 You threw yourself on your bed with a groan. You were way too tired to deal with all this stuff. You probably won’t be going to the Autumn Carnival, either. As much as you wanted to go and check out the festivities, you really didn’t want to go by yourself. You sighed. At least tomorrow was a weekend. Then you could wallow self-pity for as long as you would like.

 Morning came far too quickly for your liking, and you decided to take a walk. Maybe that would help let off some steam. You quickly changed your clothes and stepped outside, taking a walk to the park a few blocks down. After an hour of steady-paced walking, you took a seat on one of the park benches.

 “Oh, (Y/N)! It’s a surprise to see you here!” A masculine voice said from beside you. A man with black hair and crystal blue eyes was sitting to your left, a bright smile on his face. “Wonderful morning, wouldn’t you think?”

 “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

 He was just about to respond when a very angry person yelled out, “GRAYSON, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

 ‘Grayson’ let out a giggle and you saw Damian come into view, absolutely fuming. You frowned. “Damian?”

 “Oh, (Y/N), I would like to apologise on behalf of my idiot brother.” He pulled his older brother up by his shirt, glaring daggers into his head.

 “It’s alright,” you smiled. “I was getting lonely, anyway.”

 “Where’s Sakura?”

 “Hanging out with her boyfriend, probably,” you shrugged. “By the way, are you going to the Autumn Carnival?”

 “Damian here is a party pooper,” Grayson piped up. “He hates carnivals.”

 You deflated slightly. “Well, that’s too bad. I had an extra ticket if you wanted it.” You hummed, getting up from your seat. “I’ll see you guys around.” You waved goodbye and turned to leave when you heard someone call your name. “Damian?”

 “I’ll pick you up at 10.” Was all he said, looking away from you. He tried his best to ignore the heat rising up on his cheeks.

 “I’ll see you then!”

 As soon as you left, Dick smirked at his youngest brother. “Ooh, la la, Damian has a date.” He grinned, nudging him on the arm. “Aw, look, he’s blushing!”

 “Shut up, Grayson.”

 “Don’t be like that, Dami! I’ll get you ready for your date with (Y/N), okay? Relax; just leave everything to big brother Dickie!”

 Damian groaned. “My dream come true…”

 ***

The following Saturday, you were sitting on your couch. It was half-past 9, so you weren’t fussed about waiting. After all, it was you who was early and not him who was late. You decided to wear a pretty basic outfit that consisted of a grey coat that went mid-thigh, a Batman t-shirt, blue ripped jeans, black lace-up boots and a baby pink beanie. Because, well, why not? You were pretty calm while you were getting ready and had a decent breakfast. At Wayne Manor, on the other hand? Not so much.

  “Damian, come on, I told you that you would look good in the blue!” Dick whined, shoving the shirt in his face.

 “And I told you that I am perfectly happy looking the way I am,” Damian deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest.

 The two men were going on about outfits since 6 in the morning while Jason did his best to not decapitate both of them for not giving him his beauty sleep. Damian grit his teeth in agitation as his older brother tried his best to ‘help’ him with his outfit. Not that the younger boy needed it. He got his impeccable sense of style from his father. I mean, who else would think of putting an extra Batarang in their suit? Only Batman himself.

 “Grayson,” Damian began slowly, “I know what I’m doing. I’m not a child. And I think I look fine in what I’m wearing, for your information.”

 In all honesty, Damian did look good in his outfit. It was a casual red and black plaid collared shirt with black jeans. His hair was gelled back in its usual style, and instead of his usual dress shoes, he went with a pair of casual converse.

 “Dammit, Dick, just let him go to his stupid date already…” Jason groaned from the other side of the wall. “He probably looks like a piece of shit like always.”

 “Shut up, Todd,” Damian growled. He plucked his leather jacket off the back of his chair and powerwalked to the kitchen. Down a flight of stairs, turn left… Grabbing a pop tart from the pantry he swiftly tore his car keys off their hook and basically leapt into his car. He had 20, maximum 22 minutes to get to your house. Then it’s rush, rush, rush to get to the carnival to avoid unneeded traffic.

 Being careful not to go over the speed limit, Damian pulled up in front of your house, doing his best to calm his nerves. The game plan was simple; ring your doorbell, walk back to the car without tripping on his feet, open the car door for you and attempt small talk. Not that hard… right? After all, Dick, Tim and Jason do it all the time with their significant others…

 With 30 seconds to spare, Damian rang your doorbell. The door opened almost instantly, leaving Damian with zero prep time. ‘Stick to the game plan, stick to the game plan…’

 “Hi, Damian!” You chirped, a bright smile on your face.

‘Shit, she’s cute…’ “Good morning, (Y/N),” Damian nodded at you. ‘Dammit, Wayne, smile for goodness sake!’

 “Good morning to you, too!” You followed Damian to his car (a very expensive looking car, mind you). Like a gentleman, the young Wayne opened up the passenger side door, allowing you to step inside. With the nerves almost getting to you, you did your best not to trip while sitting down (that’s possible, by the way). “Thanks, Dami.”

 You bit your lip through most of the car ride, trying to calm yourself down. The awkward tension was in the air and you tried your best to wrack your brains for a conversation topic. Unfortunately for you, your brain decided to die last minute without letting you know.

 From the driver’s seat, Damian cleared his throat. “Have you been to the Carnival before?”

 “I went last year with Sakura while my parents were on another business trip.” You shrugged. “How about you? I’m guessing from what your brother said, you didn’t go last time?”

 He nodded stiffly, his emerald green eyes still trained on the road. “I wasn’t one for loud places.”

 “Well then, thank you for accompanying me today. It really means a lot to me.” You leaned back in the seat. “People are always really busy… Sakura has a boyfriend now and had to bail on me last second. Both my parents are on another business trip and I guess- sorry, I shouldn’t be rambling to you!” You flushed, looking away.

 “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Is there a particular music genre you listen to?”

 “It depends on how I’m feeling,” you admitted. “Sometimes I listen to classical. I usually listen to soft pop, if you get what I mean,” you shrugged. “I’ll listen to anything as long as it isn’t overly loud.”

 Damian hummed in thought. “I think it’s one of those things you just get used to. My other brother, Jason, plays rock music on blast all day.”

 “It must be fun having all those brothers,” you said, looking out the window.

 “Sometimes,” Damian admitted. “They can be nice when they want to be.”

 ***

 Apparently, now was not one of those times. The night before Damian left to pick you up, Tim, Jason, and Dick had devised a plan to see everything that was happening. Tim, being the technology geek he is, strategically placed a hidden camera inside of Damian’s car, making sure it was properly hidden. Dick and Jason would be at the carnival; Dick wearing a full-body bear costume while Jason dressed up as a clown. They were both entirely unrecognisable. Hopefully.

 “You guys know the plan?” Tim asked through the microphone.

 Jason and Dick nodded, “absolutely.”

 The two men were situated in the middle of the carnival area, around a large fountain. They were getting their carts read that was filled with popcorn and ice-cream .

 “Let’s hope Demon Brat is too busy talking to his girlfriend to notice us,” Jason muttered through his intercom, holding onto the multitude of balloons.

 “I doubt it,” Dick said honestly, rolling his eyes from underneath the bear mask. “He’s too observant for his own good. Timmy, how’s it going in the car?”

 “They are… making a poor excuse of small talk,” Tim admitted. He could practically hear his older brothers sweat-drop. “Gah, they’re so in love it hurts.”

 “What, what are they saying?” The eldest brother asked excitedly.

 “They’re talking about… ice-cream.”

 “… ice-cream?” Jason repeated.

 “Yep… they both like boysenberry, though!”

 “This hurts more than the time Joker killed me.”

 ***

 You and Damian arrived at the Carnival, 10 minutes earlier than their opening time. Thanks to Damian being Bruce’s son, the two of you were allowed an early-bird entry, meaning you could play a few games without having to wait in a queue. Unfortunately, some of the games weren’t read yet, so you had to settle with the generic ones like darts. There was one particular game that you wanted to beat…

 “You are aware this is rigged, right?” Damian asked as you passed the man a 5 dollar note.

 You shrugged, taking the bucket of rings. “It’s still fun! Frustrating, I suppose, but fun.” You did your best to aim before launching the red ring at the glass bottle. With a clink, it fell to the side. “Aw, man.”

 Damian rolled his eyes, watching you miss time and time again. With only five more rings in the bucket, you needed to get at least four of them in to win the big prize; the big teddy bear with a red bow around its neck. You threw the ring at one of the glass bottles and… missed. Again. And you kept on missing until all the rings were gone.

 You grunted in frustration. “Dammit.” You shrugged, turning around to smile at Damian. “Oh well, there’s always next time. Come on, let’s go to another stall!”

 The green eyes boy paused. “Didn’t you want the bear?”

 “You were right, this game is rigged.” Your shoulders slumped. “It would’ve been great to get the prize, but… I don’t think anyone wins it.”

 That sounded like a challenge. “One bucket of rings, please,” Damian said finally, passing the man a 50 dollar note, “keep the change.”

 You raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Damian narrowed his eyes in concentration, gripping the ring in his right hand. With a flick of the wrist, the ring was shot right at a bottle. With a clatter, it landed right around the neck of the bottle.

 You grinned, “you’re good.”

 “Thank you,” Damian said curtly. In the span of 10 seconds, he had achieved to get four more rings around four bottles. “I believe that is the big bear, sir.”

 The man gaped at the young Wayne but said nothing. Taking the bear off its hook, he handed the bear to the young adult who smirked at you with triumph. You giggled but said nothing until Damian extended his arms to you, still holding onto the oversized bear.

 “I believe this is for you.”

 A small blush dusted your cheeks and you grinned. “Thank you.”

 “My pleasure. Now,” he stood up straighter. “Is there anything else you would like to do?”

 With a twinkle in your eye, you looked up at him. “Photobooth?”

 His smirk turned into a mischievous grin. “Absolutely.”

 ***

“Mayday, mayday, they just entered the photo booth!” Dick exclaimed.

 “Why is that so bad?” Jason asked, rolling his eyes.

 “That, my dear brother, is where couples go to do the do!”

 “That’s crazy,” Tim muttered, “They’re probably just taking a few pictures, what’s the big deal?”

 “The big deal,” Dick began, “is the fact that they are in there making memories! And not the photo kind!”

 Jason scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You are the biggest idiot I have ever met. Look, they’re coming out now, giggling over some stupid photo they took.”

 The two met watched as you tucked the photo in your coat pocket before taking Damian’s arm and walking. Wait… the two of you were walking straight to where Dick and Jason were.

 “Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no!” Jason panicked. “WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS STUPID PLAN?!”

 “Shut up, you idiot!” Dick hissed, nudging his chest.

 From the other side of the fountain, the two men heard you speak. “Hey, Dami, do you wanna get something to eat?”

 “I believe there was a popcorn stand around here. At least, according to the brochure there is.”

 “Oh, they’re on the other side! Come on, Damian! We could get ice-cream as well!”

 The two of you walked around the fountain and looked the clown in the eye. Of course, neither of you knew that he was actually Jason Todd in disguise. You smiled cheerfully, “Hello! Can we get 2 medium-sized popcorns and 2 boysenberry ice-creams?”

 The clown nodded and took what you requested, all the while Dick watching you carefully. “That’ll be 12 dollars.”

 You fished into your purse to take out your card, but Damian beat you to it. “I’ll pay.”

 You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

 “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have offered.” He said, taking back his card from the clown. He was quiet before eying the clown sceptically. “You sound familiar… have we met before?”

 “What? No, no, no, I would have remembered if we had, ho, ho!” Jason chuckled nervously.

 Dick kicked his shin, “you’re a clown, not Santa Claus.”

 Damian blinked, before shrugging. “Come on, (Y/N), why don’t we eat at those benches?”

 “Sure. Have a nice day!” You waved at the clown and the bear before following Damian.

 As you walked beside him, you couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy. “Is it just me, or did it seem like they knew us?”

 “You felt it too?” he smirked, lowering his voice. “They’re my brothers.”

 Your eyes widened, “Seriously? I bet they were following us. Wait… aren’t most of your brothers adults?”

 “Even though they don’t act like it, they are all adults,” he confirmed, “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake.”

 You nodded before smirking up at him. “Why don’t we play their game?”

 He raised an eyebrow but seemed intrigued. “Go on…”

 ***

Jason and Dick let out the breaths that they were holding, watching you with their youngest brother. Jason huffed, grumbling as he bounced the balloons up and down in his hand. “Damn, I can’t believe Demon-brat found a girlfriend before me. Gah! Can’t we just go home, Dick?”

 The older man scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I have it worse than you, remember? I’m burning in this suit. Get ready for deep-fried Dick.”

 Jason grimaced, shuddering. “Never say that again.”

 “Please don’t,” Tim said through the intercom. “They left the vicinity, correct?”

 “I saw them heading into the haunted house,” Dick said thoughtfully. “Do you think he’s using the rollercoaster effect?”

 “That only works if there are no feelings to begin with,” Jason grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

 “Yeah, and neither of them are scared,” Tim said, indignation in his voice. “Seriously, they’re just making fun of the dumb costumes.”

 Before Jason or Dick could respond, Tim let out a shriek. “HOLY GUACAMOLE, I THINK DEMON GOT HIS FIRST KISS!”

 “WHAT?!”

 ***

“Did you think they bought it?” You whispered, pulling the huge teddy bear away from Damian’s face.

 The Wayne boy blew some fluff from his face before nodding. “Good thing we’re in a dark room,” he murmured back. “Tim’s watching through the security cameras. I connected their intercoms to my phone. I know exactly what they’re saying.”

 You raised your eyebrows in surprise before a sly grin was plastered to your face. “Let’s hear it then.”

 Walking out of the haunted house, Damian handed you an AirPod and you both listened to the 3 grown men. Before long, both of you burst into fits of laughter as you listened to the immature grown men talk about the most hilarious topics.

 “They must really care about you,” you said, a gentle smile on your face. “Either that, or they’re really annoying.”

 “It’s always the latter,” Damian rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Leading you to a bench nearby, he quickly changed the topic. “How is the robin you rescued?”

 You shrug slightly, “I’m checking tomorrow afternoon. They sent him to the local zoo for rehabilitation. Do you want to come?”

 ***

You met Damian at exactly 1 o’clock the following day. Right outside of the aviary in Gotham Zoo, it was a strangely warm day for an October afternoon, so you were shifting your weight from 1 foot to the other in anticipation. Of course, the aviary was going to be no better; a lot of the birds they were boarding were from tropical climates. According to the vet and the staff in the zoo, everything was fine and the robin you rescued will be free within a week or 2. Meanwhile, Damian agreed (much to your disdain) that he would pay for the boarding and the hospitalization of the little bird.

 You thanked him graciously for the rest of the day, vowing that you would pay him back as soon as you could. It seemed as though you were annoying him as you saw his eyebrow twitch upon multiple occasions. In some ways, Damian found your apologies tiresome and unnecessary. His father was a billionaire; he could board a million of those birds if he wanted to. On the other hand, he found it sweet; you truly weren’t like the other girls he met. Unlike them, you had an appreciation for the money you earned and you didn’t find wasting money to be a small matter.

 When you thanked 43rd time you thanked him (yes, he was counting), Damian snapped. “You can thank me by being my girlfriend.”

 He didn’t think when he said those words. You didn’t think when you responded to his words. “Okay.”

 ***

Nevertheless, it was smooth sailing from there. Within a few weeks you found out he was Robin, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony from the whole ordeal. Thus, you explained to him exactly what Sakura was telling you a matter of months ago, and he couldn’t help but smile with you.

 So here you were, lying beside the youngest Wayne, his arm wrapped loosely around your torso. Within moments his eyes blinked open, revealing his bright green eyes against his sun-kissed skin. You smile at him, to which he responded the gesture.

 “What are you thinking about?”

 His voice was rough from the drowsiness and you felt a heat rush up to your cheeks. “Us,” you said, snuggling closer to him, “I’m thinking about us.”

 **End**

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Day 3: Injuries | Bonding During a Mission | No Capes/Civilian AU

...........

He was back.

Jason leaned over the counter, arms tucked underneath him and elbows resting on the countertop, and glared down at the pipsqueak on the other side. The little gremlin glared right back, all 4'6" of him. 

"Todd," the brat whose name Jason had yet to learn greeted him in a cold fashion.

"Demon brat," Jason greeted back, thoroughly enjoying the spike of extreme displeasure on the gremlin's face. "A bit too young for coffee, aren't you?" he continued with a sharp grin," Come back in eight years and then maybe you can order something off the big kid menu."

Aaaaand, there it was. The brat opened up his mouth and let out a slew of shrieks and offended noises, calling him uncivilized and the like. Jason couldn't help but laugh. It was a good thing the shop was pretty empty now, or else he'd be annoyed with how the brat was taking up space in front of the ordering counter. But hey, the day was slow and this was the most entertainment he's had all day. 

"-and I demand you stay away from my brothers!"

Whoa, hey. What?

"Who the hell-" he was about to ask what brothers he was talking about when the bell over the front door rang out. 

"-mian?!" a familiar voice called out, sounding harried," Damian, you in here?" One of Jason's fellow baristas, who went by the name Dick, ran in looking like... 

... like he was looking for his brother. 

"Tt," the Demon Brat turned away from Jason to address Dick," You are being overdramatic, Richard."

While before Dick was looking frantic, as soon as his eyes landed on the gremlin standing at the counter, his expression turned furious. "I am being the right amount of dramatic!" he yelled at Demon Brat (who was supposedly named Damian)," You can't just run off and not tell anyone where you're going! We've been searching everywhere for you!" 

It wasn't often Jason got to see Dick lose his temper, but when he did it was always a momentous occassion. Working in retail would make a saint lose his patience, and boy is it always fun to watch Dick go off on rude customers. 

Jason just didn't realize that the demon brat who's been coming in here the past three days just to glare at Jason was actually Dick's little brother. 

"This is the fourth time this week, Damian!" Dick was pinching the kid's ear now, despite the angry growl and kitten claw swiping he was getting," You are supposed to walk straight home from school; no where else! Alfred was expecting you home an hour ago!"

Idly, Jason wondered if it'd be tacky if he made himself a mocha cappuccino to sip on while he watched. 

"Just what are you doing at my work, anyways?"

Now that, he couldn't resist. "He's been coming here the past three days," Jason piped up," Apparently he's here to 'warn me off'. I think. Something about 'stay away from my brothers'."

Damian hissed at him, but the words were already out. "What the- Damian!" Dick rounded back on his brother and yanked on his ear again for good measure," Why are you harassing my coworkers?!"

Not coworkers, just this one. 

Damian grumbled something, but they couldn't be entirely sure what it was. "What was that?" Dick demanded. 

The brat huffed and said a little louder," Tim comes here after school for hours. Why aren't you berating him?"

'Tim?' Jason thought,' The kid who looks like he's half dead and sit in the corner with a thousand textbooks every day?' That Tim? The Tim who once came up to Jason and-

He surreptitiously started coughing behind the counter. Right... That Tim.

Damian glared at him as if he knew where Jason's thoughts had gone, but Dick didn't seem to notice. "Tim comes in here to study Damian," he said exasperatedly.

"Hey, it's okay if the brat hangs out here after school if he wants to," Jason added, an idea blooming in his mind even as both brothers' heads whipped towards him. 

"I don't know Jason..." Dick began," Damian's supposed to be doing his homework right after school and..."

"I'll make sure he gets his homework done," Jason chirped. His smile grew, and if only Damian noticed that it was getting a little wicked, then that was their little secret. "He can sit right here at the front table," he said with that devious grin straight at Damian," Right where I can keep an eye on him."

Dick was faltering," I suppose if it's okay with Bruce..."

Time for the kill shot. "I'm sure the kid's just getting lonely at home, since you and Tim are here so often. He probably just wants to spend more time with you."

And while the Demon Brat's face became absolutely murderous, Dick's entire expression lit up into one of glee. "Oh, you're missing us, Dami?" his ear pulling suddenly turned into a bonecrushing hug (Jason almost felt bad for the kid; he's been on the receiving end of one of those famous Dick Grayson hugs. Like being crushed by an octopus)," Why didn't you say so? I'm so sorry, if you want to spend time here at the cafe with us, you can start coming here every day after school!"

The particular look of 'I'm going to murder you,' was hilarious on a ten-year-old's face and Jason couldn't wait to see what it would take to make him combust into a tiny, angry squirrel again.

........

*Two Weeks Later*

Tim sat at his usual spot in the corner, studying as usual, but this time accompanied with more glances at the counter than normal. It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Damian randomly started showing up at the cafe and sitting at the front table with a sour expression and his backpack strewn all over the table. Dick wasn't here today, but that didn't stop the Demon Brat from showing up.

It would be more of a mystery if Damian wasn't constantly glaring at his table every time Jason so much as brought him a glass of water. 

"So remind me again..." speak of the devil, Jason was now standing at Tim's little corner of study-horror with a smile and thoughtful expression. It was a handsome smile, crooked and sweet, and Tim's made his feelings about that smile quite clear. 

"When do you turn 18?" Jason asked. 

Behind him, Damian was scowling something fierce and one hand was rhythmically stabbing his notebook with a pencil. But Jason was ignoring it all. 

Tim grinned back up at him. "Three months," he told him.

That smile that he liked so much widened until it was near wicked. "Perfect," Jason rumbled and then -to the surprise of both Tim and Damian- he ducked down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Let me know if you need more coffee!" he called behind him as he sauntered off to deal with a cursing and screaming Damian. 

......

*One Month Ago*

"In four months, I'm going to turn 18, and I'd really like to take you out for a date."

Jason's head whipped up at that, nearly spilling hot coffee all over his hand. "What now?" he was sad to say his voice squeaked. 

Standing on the other side of the counter was one of his regulars, Tim, with the most awake expression Jason's ever seen him with and a determined look in his eyes. "Would you like to go on a date with me in four months?" he asked.

"I umm," Jason had to blink a few times -okay, maybe a dozen- just to get his thoughts in order. This was Tim. Tiny Tim who came in every day with a shit ton of textbooks, ordered insane amounts of coffee, and who Donna has been insisting he's been flirting with for two months now. (He's cute, Donna! What do you expect Jason to do in the face of a hot, nerdy boy?)

And he... wanted a date?

"Err, yeah," bumbled out of Jason's mouth before he could stop himself," But I gotta ask. Why four months? I uhh, I mean, this weekend's free?"

Tim smiled, a wicked smile that really had no business looking that good on his face. "Because I really want to climb you like a tree and you've made your opinion on dating minors quite clear," he said matter of factly, bringing up that one time Jason yelled at a 25 year old man coming in with his 17 year old date. (A call to the police was made that day)

And... yeah.

Jason made a sad little wheezing sound, his face turned insanely red, and that coffee was a bust as he accidentally filled the entire cup with the milk he was holding instead of just halfway. Tim grinned at him, then with a wink grabbed his coffee sitting on the counter and sauntered off back to his table. 

Goddamn, he was trying to kill him! Jason wheezed and shook his head to dispel certain... images. 'But what a way to go...'

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*Batfam fic-recs

*Some are Tim Drake Centric

**Some links are not working in mobile (and ONLY mobile) for some reason? And some titles that were bolded in the original post are ALSO not displaying on mobile correctly. Idk what to do about that, but you can still look up the fic, I guess.

The Bat’s Crest - livierambles

Note: I will always keep recommending this fic. It’s epic, thrilling, and hilarious and sometimes angsty. Also, everyone is confused, including the ones doing the confusing. Maybe especially the ones doing the confusing. Also, some Tim and Damian bonding, which is always nice.

Summary: Tragedy strikes the hero community when Bruce Wayne commits a crime so heinous even the best start asking for blood. However, as the heroes try to recover from the hit and carry out justice for their friends, a random assortment of people start acting oddly, including the current Speedy Tim Drake, a child hostage in Gotham, and a young man from an unremarkable circus amongst others. All of them seem intent on saving Bruce Wayne from the grasp of the Justice League for no apparent reason, going as far as betraying their previous allegiances.

Unknown to the Justice League, these people are equally confused. Clearly they're stuck in another dimension, but how do they get back? How did they even get here? Who else is stuck in this world? And how long will Tim's patience last? Back home, the Bat was a planetary symbol that struck fear in the hearts of criminals. In this new world, it has no meaning, save for the handful of stranded souls.

In the Shadows - Kieron_ODuibhir

(shortened) Summary:

“I’m not like you.”

The cowl still looked like something he was wearing, but Clark knew it was not. It flexed like skin when Batman narrowed his blank white eyes and said, “I can see you know that.” 

Chirp - AmariT

Summary: Every piece of the signal Tim unlocked revealed more locks, and by the time he broke through the last one, he was already mentally rehearsing his many upcoming talk show appearances. 'Yes,' he told the interviewer, 'it was difficult for me, a ten-year-old genius, to break open the worldwide alien conspiracy. That's why it took a whole hour.'

When the crackling audio started, he expected some weird alien language. Maybe squawks and high-pitched squeals mixed with musical woofs. Maybe they wouldn't talk at all, and images would beam directly into his mind. Maybe they'd talk in practiced English with a Midwestern drawl like their other resident alien.

Instead he heard a low, guttural voice growling out of his computer speakers. "Robin," it said. "Are you in position?"

A Better Cage - Mangaluva

Note: I was absolutely DELIGHTED to see a Young Justice Crossover with the Justice Lords (Earth-50) from the animated Justice League series, which is near and dear to my heart. I admit I haven’t really had much time to hunker down and read this, but even skimming, it’s an intriguing piece of work. Also, Justice Lords.

Summary: Wally's grateful to have woken up at all, really. He just doesn't know what to make of the world he's woken up in. At least they want to find a way to his world as much as he does, if not exactly for the same reasons...

Common People - AmariT

Note: The Bat boys are all Bruce’s blood sons, but it still feels very much like a found family. I haven’t really read everything in this series, but I feel the author has an amazing grip on all the characters. Lovely and heartwarming.

Summary: His whole life, Jason’s mom had told him his dad was Bruce Wayne, but he’d never been dumb enough to actually believe it. They lived in a rundown, one-room apartment in the worst part of town, and in every single picture he’d ever seen of that rich bastard he was wearing a suit or sipping champagne worth more than everything they’d ever owned.

But if he wasn’t Bruce Wayne’s kid, then what the hell was he doing sitting outside the man’s office in Wayne Towers?

Red Robin and the Hood - momoejaku

Note: Haven’t read this in a while, but it made an impression. Though it’s a fic set during the Red Robin arc, it very much is about both Tim and Jason. Plus, it fleshes out the Pru and Z a bit more, too.

Summary: Bruce Wayne is dead. Superman brought back his body, and the family mourned him, holding a quiet funeral in secret so that the legacy of Batman could live on. But not everyone has been able to put him to rest.

Reeling from the loss of Bruce, his identity as Robin and his trust in his family, Tim Drake sets out on a personal quest that will take him across the world to prove what he knows in his heart: that Bruce Wayne is alive.

Though intending to make his way alone, Tim reluctantly accepts help from his predecessor, Jason Todd, who knows from personal experience that death is not always as final as it seems.

Together, they are Red Robin and the Hood.

Liminal Spaces - Calamityjim

Note: Skimmed this only since I’ve been busy, BUT it does look well-written, and I’m always a sucker for alternate dimension/dimension travel intervention-type of fix-its. It’s a very specific trope.

Summary:

Bruce's habit of collecting strays is not limited by dimension.

Or

When Young Justice Batman comes across an angsty, seemingly abandoned by his Batman Tim Drake, he decides to step up to the plate and parent the crap out of him.

Little Bird’s Vengeance - KatHarkness-Katara

Note: Crossover with Avengers. Awesome fic with Tim and Jason and some Outsider POV (via the Avengers) of these dimensional stragglers. I think Tim’s team shows up in the later chapters, too. If you’re reading on mobile, it’s still very much worth reading despite FF.net’s horrible format and abundance of advertisements in the mobile version.

Summary: Why is life never simple? Red Robin's ended up worlds away from home once again, and now what's he to do? What do the Avengers want from him; do SHIELD have another agenda; and is there any way back? Pre-New 52. No slash. Rated for inevitable language/violent themes.

A Displaced Red Robin - dragonprincess1988

Note: Worth reading despite FF.net’s horrible format and abundance of advertisements in the mobile version. Well-written fic! EMOTIONS! I love them. Younger Dick Grayson is adorable, Tim is a competent fixer-upper for other people but not so much himself. He’s kind of angsty and making YJ Dick want to keep him (and YJ Bruce, too, if you read between the lines). On the plus side, seems like he’s making good friends with Young Justice Roy. This fic was written before certain episodes of YJ came out, though, and the fic reflects/will continue to reflect that. Still, I give it five stars.

Author’s Summary: Tim gets transported to the cartoon Young Justice world, and he's not sure he knows how to deal with it. Attention: If you want to know about Artemis or people from Tim's world the final note on my profile is for you. Also, a special thank you to angel-gidget over at Tumblr, who made the wonderful cover art for this story.

The Till-then From the Ever Since - Keiron O_Duibhir

Note: Fandom classic. Definitely a must-read for Batfam fans, in my humble opinion.

Summary: It began, or seemed to begin, with Jason.

Usually that would have meant something in the order of fire and explosion and probably at least one gunshot wound, but for once (as Tim said, sourly), it wasn't actually Jason's fault.

The Wayne Family Ghost - pupeez4eva

Note: Please read this. Especially if you’re sad or anxious or just have time. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s my go-to cheer-up fic. Absolutely hysterical.

Summary: In which Bruce realizes that having a legally dead son, who regularly hangs around the family, might be slightly problematic. 

Bloodline - chibi_nightowl

Note: Complicated family dynamics, this time centering around Tim, Selina, Bruce and, surprisingly, Damian. Jason and Dick make an appearance as supportive big bros, too. It works. Take a read, it isn’t that long.

Summary:

“Mr. Drake, I can’t think of a better way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. This file is for your first adoption. By the Drakes.”

Tim blinked. “My what?”

“You were adopted as a newborn by Jack and Janet Drake.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

Talon!Tim AU Series by keeptogethernow

Note: Found family, from a different angle. Cool fic and well-written.

Summary of Tso’ape Mumbichi, first in the series: Ten years ago, two people made a deal with the devil--unlimited funds in exchange for their child. And now it's time to pay up. But there's no way to ensure that the child will cooperate.

Shutterbug Series by goldkirk

Note: Exactly what it says on the tin! Found family.

Summary:

Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.

Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird next door neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.

Thursday’s Child - anthalogia

Note: Well-written and has found family and Tiny!Tim? Automatic win.

Summary:

He’s not the first child with nowhere else to go that Bruce Wayne has taken in. Dick Grayson was the first and the most high-profile – because no one would have thought Bruce Wayne was interested in ever raising a child, let alone the orphaned son of circus performers – but Jason was maybe just as much of a shock to society for being a street kid who came out of seemingly nowhere. Tim Drake is ordinary by comparison – his parents died in a plane accident. He can’t think of anything very special about him except that he met Bruce a few times when his parents hosted parties to keep in touch with Gotham society.

Or, tiny Tim Drake is adopted by the Waynes a little earlier than scheduled.

We’re Not Driving (How did we get here?) - TimTheToaster

Note: Short and sweet, a little angsty, and then very sweet.

Summary:

Tim stared at his phone, as if that would change what was on the screen.

Dick Grayson @FlyingDGrayson

It took some doing, and in some cases a little blackmail, but we've finally got the whole family together for a movie night! #WayneManor #movienight #familytime #schedulingisanightmare

15 minutes ago

Take It Back Now Y’all - TimTheToaster

Note: And Tiny!Jason has made his appearance. Also, Tim, I am begging you to please take care of yourself—ah, Bruce has made his appearance. Interesting. Also, I gotta say this author is good.

Summary:

There was absolutely no way this sunshine was from Gotham in April.

Not possible.

Which meant, Tim was no longer in Gotham, in April.

(In which Tim finds himself in the past, and tries to do the right thing. It's more complicated than he'd like.)

Takes a Little Time, Takes a Lotta Twine (To Get Us Back Together) - TimTheToaster

Note: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, beginning of reconciliation, and brotherhood. A satisfying, cathartic moment during the Red Robin arc to soothe your heart.

Summary:

Tim was in Gotham.

Tim had pretty specifically been avoiding thinking about Dick as much as possible for the last few weeks.

For the last year, really. No need to open that can of carnivorous worms.

Dick had other plans.

Everybody’s Heard (Bird is the Word) - TimTheToaster

Red Robin Era ANGST, but like, deliciously well-written. Also, protective Dad Bruce is always epic. Light bashing of Green Arrow and BC, though. But considering the situation (in this fic), kind of warranted.

Summary:

5 times Batman heard other heroes talking about his wayward brother,

And 1 time they were talking about his son.

A Choice to Make - scorbusfics

Note: fresh and interesting premise! Cool world building, too.

Summary: They have to choose. Dick and Bruce have to choose one person each to save, and one to disappear through the door.

“Send one of us,” Dick says fiercely, not for the first time. His face is dark and angry and desperate, eyes flicking from brother to brother. “Send one of us instead. I won’t choose.”

“Neither will I,” Bruce says.

But Tim knows.

Secret Places - RenaRoo

It’s ANGST, but the author knows how to use it well. Also, Jason’s line at the end killed me. Damn.

Summary: Tim Drake goes missing. The search to find him begins.

[daminettes]

Coming Home (1) - Hunger Games AU

hey guys! francine and i (aka @fsketchart) decided to collab for @april-angst-apocalypse!!! we kinda snapped doe

she wrote marinette’s pov while i wrote adrien’s pov, and we both wrote damians. i hope you guys like it!

It's the annual 100th Hunger Games.  As per every twenty-five years, they will be doing a special reaping.  This year, two families per District are chosen to sacrifice a child from each family to fight to the death in the arena.  After training for years, Damian is prepared to fight.  But is Marinette prepared?  Will Damian choose to save himself?  Will either of them come home to their families?  Afterall, there can only be one winner in the death match.

WARNING : Hunger games includes murder, we don't condone it & we don't write it in detail. However, if it can still be triggering for you this is not the best fic for you.  No shame if you're uncomfortable with it!  You take care of you and your needs first!  The hunger games has 24 children from ages 12-18 tossed into an arena, and are forced to battle with only one tribute allowed to keep their life.  If you're not comfortable, we hope you find an AU that better suites your tastes! 

 WARNING 2 : If a character is killed off, it's to highlight that everyone that was killed in the hunger games (as there can only be one winner) was killed off NOT because we "hate" the character, but because we felt like it would be more important to remember that the people killed were not faceless characters.  There were good people killed off, the hunger games doesn't ever really have a true victor.  Everyone loses someone or something in the end.  So if a character you like is killed off by someone else it's because we didn't want characters to kill off faceless people.  We don't want anyone to forget that the people who are killed were real people with families.

Marinette stepped down the wooden steps, slowly as they creaked.  Her mother and father were there, gathering their belongings.

“Come on, grab your things, we need to leave within the hour,” her father spoke.  Sabine blew out the candles, leaving only the natural light through the windows as their source of light.  Tom flipped the sign outside to closed, as he put on his worn jacket.  Marinette adjusted her braid, jumping when Sabine walked behind her and adjusted the ribbons.  Sabine tied a red ribbon in her hair with tears threatening to spill.  Sabine, silently held her daughter’s face in her hands, staring into her eyes, as she kissed her nose and walked away to the door.  Marinette followed her mother and father to the door, shutting it quietly behind her.

As they walked in the streets, no child raced ahead of their parents.  No child was jumping with joy.  They gripped their parent’s hands tightly, as they all stepped into the streets, making their way step by step to the center of the city.  Everyone was silent in the entire town, everyone scared.  The only sound heard was the tip taps of the shoes in the streets.  Everyone was heading in one single direction.

Many wore designer clothing, perfect colors, perfect hair, perfect shapes.  They were expected to be above perfection, nothing else was allowed.  Most people in their town were clothing makers.

This was, of course, was expected of District 8.  District 8, the textiles and fashion district.  Marinette’s family was one of the few who did a different profession, baking.  The Capitol expected nearly every family to deliver the finest quality of luxury clothing for them to wear.  No one dared rebel against the Capitol’s orders, not after the previous rebellion, where the Capitol wiped out the 13th District, who created nuclear weapons.  Each district was assigned a different task, each one was a slave to the Capitol’s wishes.  Marinette shudders at the thought.  So many were left dead from that fight, no children were spared.

Marinette gripped her father’s hand.  This year was the 100th annual hunger games.  Normally, each year they held the hunger games, where ages 12-18 would compete in the hunger games in bloodshed.  Two tributes, one male and female, of each District, would have their name reaped from a bowl and forced to compete in a death battle for the Capitol’s entertainment.  Another reminder that the Capitol controlled every aspect of their lives.  The Hunger Games only ended when one tribute was chosen.  Some people put their names’ in multiple times in exchange for food.  Other Districts like District One or Two, the wealthiest Districts, would volunteer to be part of the Hunger Games, believing that joining in the blood battle would be a high honor.  Marinette shook her head at the thought, before facing forwards once more.

Ahead of her, she saw Adrien.  He was walking with his father, with bags under his eyes.  Marinette couldn’t blame him, he lost many important family in the Hunger Games.  Marinette has lost many people close to her in the Hunger Games as well.  She walked over to him and took his hand, nodding assuringly.  Adrien refused to make eye contact, as his father pulled him closer to him.

Marinette remembered when they first met.  Marinette was doodling the people passing by the bakery.  She saw a beautiful boy with bright green eyes.  She immediately began drawing him, paying close attention to his eyes.  She could remember those eyes so clearly, and furiously drew on the paper, no longer bothering to look up at her reference.  She was so caught up in her sketching she didn’t even notice when said boy walked inside the bakery.  She finally noticed when he appeared over her shoulder, absolutely flattered by her work.  His green eyes lit up as he started posing, asking her to draw more.  He spent the entire afternoon at the bakery that day.

When they finally turned seven, her parents let them play in her backyard without supervision, as long as they remained there.  They would lie on their backs, with the grass tickling their toes.  They could smell the fresh air outside, the sounds of birds chirping and the grass blowing from the wind.  The sun hit their faces so brightly, as they stared at the skies.  They would spend hours, cloud watching.  Marinette adored the boy with green eyes and vowed to remain by his side.

Marinette and Adrien were cloud watching once more when they were ten, when Marinette noticed a small, tiny cloud out of the corner of her eye.  She smiled at the little heart-shaped cloud and tugged on Adrien’s jacket to show him.  When she looked at him though, his eyes were elsewhere.  She followed his line of sight, to see a beautiful girl standing near the fence of the backyard.  She was drying clothing outside, the breeze carrying her midnight hair behind her.  Each of her steps were elegant and graceful.  Each step was with purpose.  Never once did she trip or fall.  With perfect posture, she carried on her day.  When she looked over and noticed Adrien staring at her, she smiled softly and shook her head while chuckling.

Adrien quickly became fascinated with the girl with green eyes that could rival his own.  He tried to get to know her, and each day, he would come over to Marinette’s house, talking all about the girl with green eyes.  Marinette would just smile, and listen, chiming in here and there.

She never held it against him and moved on after a long time.  She tried her best to support him as his sister and began distancing herself from him.  But she always made sure to be there for him when he needed her.

As they neared the center of the city, Marinette braced herself.  Up ahead, she could already see the Peace Keepers up ahead.  The Capitol Peace Keepers were threatening District Citizens, ordering them to file in place, as the escort and advisor for District 8 stood at the podium.  They fired off warning shots at their feet as the children screamed.  Ivy who was selected as the coach for District 8, adjusted her hair as she stared at District 8’s citizens with disgust.  She ruffled her hair and touched up her makeup, with bright colors in her outfit.  It highly contrasted the outfits of District 8, who were all cloaked in dark colors, in hopes of blending in with the crowd.

Marinette followed her parents in line, blending in with the other terrified children, as the reaping began.

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“Adrien, wake up.”  A voice came that followed with a knock from behind his door. “We are leaving in an hour, get ready and go down to eat breakfast.”

“M-Coming Father,” Adrien muttered while struggling to get himself to wake up.

It's The Reaping Adrien thought to himself.  He dreaded this day.  Of course, his father refused to let him volunteer for the Hunger Games, not after what happened to his mother, but still, there was something that scared Adrien today.  It was his first time being eligible for the Hunger Games.  Just a short few months ago, he turned 12.  Now he could very well be walking to his death.  The chances of being picked were slim, but there was still a chance.

Adrien sighed and pushed the dark thoughts that came to his mind away and got out of his warm soft bed.  Light shined through his large window as he walked across his large empty room.  He slowly walked towards the closet and picked out his outfit for the day.  He reached into his closet and grabbed out the suit Natalie had left for him.  His father would never let him leave the house without looking up to standard.  He carried them with him as he made his way into the shower, and let the warm water try to calm his thoughts.

Adrien stood in the shower for about ten minutes before actually washing himself off. He just stood there and thought about how much his day could change him.  His tears blended in with the water, as he pleaded to whatever god that may be out there.  Please don’t let him end as his mother did.  He was still young when she died, but he could still remember fragments of that day.  His mother was pregnant at a young age with his father, and they were planning a beautiful wedding.  Everyone was supposed to be there, his friends, his neighbors, even the Dupain-Chengs.  But then came the reaping.  Almost no one thought Emilie would get picked.  Almost every year the lower class was selected, the rich seemed untouchable.  No one could fathom the idea of Emilie being chosen.  And yet she was.  And not a single person volunteered to take her place.  And so Emilie fought, and died in the Arena, after having just given birth to Adrien in the arena.  Gabriel was sobbing as he locked himself in his home, a home that was meant for a family.  Adrien, although young, remembered rewatching the hunger games on his father’s computer, and standing horror.  Watching that old video was one of Adrien’’s greatest regrets.  He knew some of the people in that arena from business deals, and he saw how they quickly turned into murdering monsters.  He turned off the warm water and was hit with a cold breeze, he quickly shivered and threw on his towel as quickly as he could. He made his way to his room, got changed, and headed downstairs.

Adrien quickly made his way down to the dining room and quietly sat himself down into his seat.

“Good morning, father,” Adrien spoke quietly, while shoving a piece of toast into his mouth and taking a sip of his tea.

“Good morning, Adrien.  Slow down we don’t want you choking.  Agrestes are not slobs.”

“Apologies, father...”

After the short conversation, they both settled in awkward silence, Adrien slowly eating his toast while Gabriel read a book that Emilie used to enjoy.  After finishing his toast and tea he beckoned Natalie forth to bring his dirty dishes to the washing machine.  Adrien cleared his throat, before looking at his father.  Gabriel turned to him with tired eyes.

“Father...if you don't mind...before we leave may I take a few minutes to visit mother's statue in the garden?”

Gabriel paused for a long time, as he stared at the table.  Natalie put a hand on his shoulder, and Gabriel looked up at Adrien.

“Alright, but make it quick.  We need to make it to the center in time for your reaping.”

“Thank you, father!” Adrien said while running towards the gardens.

As he made his way towards the garden he was hit with the pleasant smell of roses and daisies. His mother's favorite.

He slowly made his way towards the statue and plopped himself down.

“Hello, mother.  I miss you, like a lot…  Please give me your strength to get through this.  I hope you miss us too.  I love you,”  Adrien heard Natalie call his name.  “I'll see you soon, mother,” Adrien spoke while standing up and brushing away any leftover dirt from his pants.

Adrien and his father made their way to the center, with Natalie and the Gorilla following close behind them.

They walked in silence with the other hundreds of families.  Suddenly, Adrien felt something grip his hand.  It was soft and warm, as he looked down to see Marinette.  Adrien felt his father pull him closer to him.  Marinette dropped his hand and gave him a small, forced smile.  Adrien returned the smile before she walked off.

Gabriel turned to Adrien, softly speaking.  “Adrien, no matter what happens today.  I will always love you.”

Adrien was surprised, before hugging his father.  “I love you too, father.”

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Damian sighed while looking up at the ceiling in his room. It was 6:30 in the morning and he had no idea how this day would go. Just a measly two years ago he would’ve been excited, almost grateful for this day to come.  Yet now, after meeting his father, he dreaded this day.  He let another sigh escape him while he pushed himself away from his bed.

Training with Talia was hard. Extremely hard. Damian would spend multiple days with non-stop training for these games.  Talia told him that to compete in the games?  It would be an honor.  Many people in his District, District 1 of luxury goods, would pray to get chosen.  He should be prepared. He is prepared. But he doesn't want to be prepared.  Because after meeting his father, he realized how bitter it would be to die in those games, to turn into a monster in those games.  He’s seen what the arena has done to Talia and his grandfather.  He never wishes to become them.  Two years ago, Damian would’ve volunteered for the hunger games.  But now?  He will do anything to avoid them.  He is the last child in the Wayne family to be eligible for the games, with Tim turning 18 just a few months ago.  Damian was determined to stay with his new family, but that doesn’t mean the fear doesn’t go away.

Bruce knocked on the door to his room.  Damian called for him to enter.  Sitting down, Bruce sighed.  They sat in silence, neither sure what to say.  Bruce starts.

“Damian, I want you to know, this has never been easy for me.  It’s never easy for anyone.  And I know that this will be your first year entering into the Hunger Games.  It’s been hard, with several children.  It hurt me, even more, when Jason was chosen one year, and when no one volunteered to take his place.  But I promise you this, should you ever get chosen, I will make every deal, pay off any price, do anything it takes to make sure you don’t go in those arenas.  I will do anything to make sure you come home safely.”  Damian stared at Bruce, with nothing to say.  “I promise,” Bruce spoke, holding out his pinky.

“Father, what are you doing?”

“Your grandmother used to make pinky promises with me when I was much younger.  A pinky promise is never broken, Damian.  I promise you, you will come home safely to us.”  Damian nodded, and looped his finger with his fathers’.

Soon, Alfred called to them to begin the journey to the center of the city.  Everyone began dressing in their finest jackets, as they made their way to the door.

Damian sighed, leaving the entrance of his house. His brain was telling him not to move. To stay there. But his feet moved on his own, following his family .

“Hey, it’s okay, baby bird.  Don’t worry about it. You won't get picked.” Jason said ruffling his hair.

“He's right, Damian,” Tim chimed in.

“Hey, and even if you were picked, there’s a lot of children who want to fight in the Hunger Games, someone is bound to volunteer!” Dick included.

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” he spoke while lowering his head to try to prevent the tears from shedding.

“Don't worry Damian. We’ll protect you,” Bruce said while kneeling down to his level. “Don't worry. We promised to, remember?” He said while showing him his pinkie. “And we don’t break promises.”

Damian nodded.  Instead, he avoided eye contact.  “I understand, father.”

“Now let's go!” Jason cheered.

They all started to walk ahead leaving Damian behind.  Damian took a deep breath, as he quickly sped up his pace to catch up with them.

Soon enough, they were reaching the center.  They could hear the warning shots ringing out from the center of the District.  It was time to start The Reaping.

[bisexualsforprompto]

Day 30 Rivals AU

I couldn’t resist doing this one... This is an Anti-Bug AU where Marinette is a thief.

@daminette-december2019

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“Robin, Robin, Robin.” Anti-Bug laughed as she watched a struggling bird hero dangling from the ceiling helplessly, “Its like you never learn.” She walked up to him while he struggled above the vat of green bubbling acid. His shouts (most likely insults) were muffled against the tape on his lips.

“Don’t worry,” the bluenette said as she ripped the tape off him, “our rivalry doesn’t go as far as your death, but I’ll let you figure out how to get out of here.” She chuckled before placing the grandiose ruby in yo-yo. Anti-Bug looked back at him smugly as he tried to wriggle out of the ropes and gave him a flirty wink before using her yo-yo to propel her out of the ceiling. “Til next time Little Bird,” she called, “Au revoir.”

Damian rubbed his temples as he sat in his seat. It had taken him longer than he liked to get out of Anti-Bug’s trap the night prior and he was definitely grumpy about it. He was startled out of his brooding by a bluenette sitting down next to him.

“Brought you coffee Dove,” Marinette chirped as she pulled out a cup. He looked at her and gave her a slight smile of recognition. “Rough night?”

“Something like that.” Damian muttered as he took a sip of the coffee. “Better now that you’re here Angel.” He said placing the cup down and pecking her on the cheek.

“I heard Anti-Bug pulled off another robbery last night.” Marinette smirked.

“Yes, I guess she did.” Damian said through gritted teeth.

“Too bad Robin can’t catch her.”

“Robin can so ca-“ Damian shouted before seeing Marinette’s puzzles expression.

“I wonder what her endgame is.” Marinette said as Damian calmed down.

“What do you mean?” Damian asked his girlfriend. Marinette shrugged.

“Well she’s a thief right? But she never kills anybody and she returns all the things she steals.” She said tapping her chin while resting her head on Damian’s shoulder. “Maybe she just likes tormenting Robin.” Marinette laughed.

“TT.” Damian responded, “Doubt it.” Marinette smiled smugly unbeknownst to Damian. “I’m sure you’re right Little Bird.”

“What’d you say?!” Damian shot up forcing Marinette’s head off his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’re right Dove.” Marinette said, “Are you feeling okay?” She pressed a hand to his forehead.

“Yes, yes fine.” Damian muttered as he let his girlfriend rest her head on him again.

Marinette chuckled to herself silently, Anti-Bug: 1, Robin: 0.

“Why did you save me?” Robin asked as he pushed Anti-Bug off him. She looked at the warehouse which had gone up in flames. She was silent. “What’s your endgame?!” He asked her impatiently.

“Whatever do you mean Little Bird?” Anti-Bug purred as she looked back at Robin with a smirk.

“You don’t kill me, you return everything you steal, and then you save me!” Robin rubbed his temples, “Nothing you do makes sense! What’s your endgame robbery?! What do you want?”

“Maybe I just like seeing you pretty boy.” She winked before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Robin flushed and stood there frozen in a dazed stupor.

Marinette laughed to herself before leaving him and ducking behind an abandoned alley to detransform. She made sure he wasn’t near her before walking back home and whispering to herself,

“My endgame is stealing your heart Little Bird.”

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[salparadiselost]

Hiii!!! I love your demon AU so much. I was wondering if you could possibly write a snippet of an AU where police officer!Dick saves some demons or something as a police officer and he knows how to handle them and uses mimicked demon behavior to calm them and all his colleagues are like "where did you learn that? whaaat are you doing" and he gets to gush about his baby brothers and sister who are all demons?

Sure thing! I love Dick could be a good police officer and help to make a difference in bridging the gap between species.

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Dick knew that Jason hated him living in Bludhaven. He knew that Jason hated the fact that he was a cop and was putting his life on the line without the protection of a pack or a cape.

But there were some things that Dick needed to do without Jason’s approval.

Surprisingly, Bruce had been the one to understand that the most and helped Dick present his case to Jason.

The demon wasn’t happy, but he relented under the pressure of Head and the Head’s second.

Dick only stayed in Blud four days a week, returning back for long weekends in order to help feed the Incubi and settled pack bonds that got ruffled without one of their own. It was an easy schedule because the drive to Blud wasn’t that bad and Dick was more than grateful for the extra Friday to spend with his baby brothers.

That didn’t stop Jason from grumpily glaring like an affronted cat every time Dick packed his suitcase to return to Blud after his usual 3-day weekend at the Manor, though.

The Incubus was the worst mother hen out of all of them even if he vehemently denied it.

Dick sighed leaning back against the leather of the patrol car, idly watching as cars passed by. He chuckled as speeders suddenly pressed on the brakes in an attempt to pretend they weren’t just going 15 over. Dick wasn’t in the mood to actually pull one over and entertained himself with the panicking drivers.

The radio crackled and Dick listened as another officer spoke into the channel.

"Attention code 45 on East Street. Back up requested."

45... that was...

Feral demon. The highly dangerous kind.

Or, at least the cop who called it in thought the person was highly dangerous.

Dick jolted in his street, scrambling for his radio. "This is Officer Grayson. I'm on my way."

He pulled onto the street, turned on his sirens, and raced to the location.

His tires screeched when pulled up next to an alleyway that already had two other cop cars parked next to it. The lights were flashing and made the alleyway be bathed in bursts of red and blue.

He was too fucking late. He wanted to be the first one here to stop the damage before it could be dealt.

He flung open the door and rushed into the alleyway where four other officers were already huddled around was what he assumed was a demon. Hands were on guns, muscles were tense and there was a low, angry hissing filling the air.

"Grayson, good thing you're here. We have a pretty nasty one."

Dick bristled at hearing the demon get called a "nasty one". They were probably terrified, growling and snarling because they were cornered and outnumbered.

"Species?"

"A Succubus and an Alectos."

There were two of them? Dick only heard the hissing of one.

Dick broke through the group of other officers, shoving his way to the front, and stopped.

The Succubus was crouched on the group, half shoved behind a dumpster and hissing with all the fury her small body could manage. She couldn't be older than Damian, probably only 12 or 13. She hadn't grown enough to get a full, deep growl of an adult demon.

Behind her, a tiny impling shivered and whined in fright. He looked up with his multicolour eyes that constantly shifted hue in the light. He was so young that it hurt Dick's heart. The imp had only tiny nubs for horns, and clung on to the older demon fiercely.

The familiarity meant that they were probably siblings. Maybe adopted. Maybe with one child taking after their Mother and another taking after their Father.

They were definitely pack and the Succubus acted just as any demon would act to a packmate being threatened.

Dick could easily imagine Jason acting the exact same way, making himself as terrifying as possible to protect his implings.

But Jason, a full-grown Incubus with fangs and claws and snarl that could shake bone, was actually terror-inducing.

This Succubus with her high-pitched and stuttering snarl and her adorable baby brother peering over her shoulder, just looked heartbreaking and scared.

"Everyone get back," Dick ordered, sweeping an arm out. "I can handle this."

"Grayson..."

"I can," he snapped, "My siblings are demons. I know how to handle them."

The officer stepped back and Dick heaved a breath before walking forward.

The Succubus's eyes instantly snapped on to him and her growling became more panicked. Dick felt her desperately try to grapple with his emotions and bend them to her will, but her attempts were amateur. Dick was used to sparring with Jason, a highly trained demon who could wield his abilities like a knife, and he was more than capable of shutting down the Succubus's emotion grabbing.

He didn't let her manipulate his emotions, but he did open them, letting her know that he was safe and meant no harm.

"Hi," he said as he watched the Succubus taste his emotions. Some of the tension in her muscles began to ease and she tilted her head in confusion. Humans wouldn't normally know how to portray their emotions purposefully to a Succubus.

"I'm Dick. I'm not going to hurt you."

Her eyes flickered to the officers behind him.

"They want to take my brother," she said, her voice gravelly with a growl. "They want to take me."

An officer stepped forward, her face scowling. "We just want to bring them to the CPS. They shouldn't be out here alone."

Dick agreed, but he knew better than anyone that CPS could be just as dangerous as living on the streets from a young Succubus and an impling.

The Succubus stiffened and horror flashed on her face. Her eyes flickered between Dick and the other officers. She tried to snarl, flashing her fangs at them even as her eyes looked terrified.

"I won't let you take him. I won't."

Dick could see the situation quickly getting out of hand. The Succubus was slowly growing more frantic, the officers were getting tenser because of it. Dick needed to de-escalate.

So he shoved himself in front of the Succubus, breaking her eye contact with imposing officers, and he chuffed.

The Succubus startled at the sound, eye-widening and locking on to him.

Humans didn't chuff. They didn't know what chuffing meant, that it was supposed to call implings and let them know an older, protective demon was there.

But most humans didn't have demon brothers that constantly needed corralling and cuddling to feed.

The Alectos impling was the first to respond, chirping towards Dick and instinctively answering back to what he perceived as an older demon.

The Succubus was slower, but eventually, also let her growling die down and also chirped to Dick.

Dick gave them both his almost-purr and spoke calmly.

"I'm going to help you. You won't be separated. I can get you somewhere safe."

"But, trafficking..."

"I know and I know somewhere you can go where they won't touch you."

The Succubus blinked and Dick slow blinked back, finally easing the last of the tension in her muscles.

"How do you know?"

Dick gave her a soft smile and let her have a peek at the bright packbonds in his chest.

Her eyes widened in shock and she looked at him in a new light. "You have a pack."

"Yes, two of my brothers are Incubi, one is a Luciferean and my sister is a Wraith."

"And you're a human?"

"Yes, and so is our Head of pack."

She wrinkled her nose and it was the first time that she looked like a proper, innocent impling instead of a scared, out-of-her-mind kid.

"That's weird."

Dick laughed and offered her a hand so she could stand up. She hesitantly took it. The impling at her side chirped again and nuzzled into her.

"Yeah, I guess it is pretty weird, but I still love them."

Dick walked with the Succubus, motioning the other officers away and guiding her into the back of his police car. When they were settled, Dick heard her begin to purr for her baby brother and groom the dirt away from his face.

Dick couldn't help but smile to himself as he called to one of the Wayne Enterprises-sponsored demon shelters and told them he was bringing the siblings.

He couldn't save every demon he came across, but it brightened something hopeful in his heart whenever he could help just one.

He dropped the siblings at the shelter, relaxing as they finally got to somewhere safe. There were far too few places that were safe for a demon.

And as he watched the siblings retreat into the shelter, he ached for his own pack and his own siblings. He had the sudden fierce urge to chuff, even though the implings weren't there to hear him.

Maybe he could leave for Gotham a little early? Bruce certainly wouldn't mind having Dick drop by unexpectedly.

Dick pulled his cop car back into the Bludhaven street and tugged at his bonds. Everyone in his family tugged back.

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Daminette December Day 8: 'Robin Hood AU'

(This is like the AU that the dancer one took place in, but in medieval times, so it's like a parallel universe that's a few eons younger. Minuit is basically Chat but without powers, also, he's not Adrien.)

The French people knew him by the name he carried- A name meaning midnight, darkness, black. 

Minuit. 

The cat thief, the one who stole from the wealthy and gave to the weak and poor. Half of France admired him, and the other half loathed him. It was an ever growing controversy over whether he was a hero or not. The rich men argued that he was a thief, of course, and the poor men argued that he was a hero. It was a never ending war in the fight over the actions of a single man. 

That was what he was in Marinette's mind- Before she met him. 

"Lady Marinette, it's time to go meet your fiancé.” Her handmaiden told her softly, bowing as she entered the chamber. 

Marinette gazed at the balcony sadly, almost disappointed. As if she was waiting for someone. 

"Of course." She whispered, gathering her dress and walking out of the room, unaware of the glowing green eyes watching her sadly. 

---

"Your wedding to Monsieur Agreste will take place in three days, Marinette." Her mother reminded her. "Are you nervous?" 

Marinette was silent. No, she wasn't actually nervous- Well, not for the wedding day itself. She was nervous for the rest of her life with a man she didn't love. But what well-off family in their right mind would allow their only daughter to marry a thief that all the rich hated? 

"No, mama." Marinette answered softly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up wistfully. Catching a flash of black cloth, hardly noticeable in the background of the sky in the same shade, her eyes brightened. "I'll be retiring to my chamber now, mama." She could hardly contain the excitement in her voice. He was here! 

"Minuit!" She greeted happily when she came face to face with the cat thief, who was sitting on her balcony, waiting patiently for her like he always did. "You're here." She smiled, her heart fluttering and soft. 

"I'll always be here, angel." He replied softly, stroking her cheek gently. They sat in silence for a while like that, and then he asked the question that had been nagging at his mind for days. 

"When's the wedding?" 

Marinette turned away, not wanting to be reminded of the looming event ahead. She knew he was patiently waiting for an answer, but she couldn't bear to break it to him. 

"We still have time, right? You can delay it? Break the engagement off?" She knew him well- As composed and cool as his voice was, she could sense the tone of desperation in his words. 

"It's in three days, chaton." She whispered, finally turning to meet him in the eyes only to see pain crash into them like a typhoon. "I'm getting married in three days, Minuit." 

He shook his head, as if it would help the situation. "No, no." He wouldn't accept it. How could he? The woman he loved was getting married to another man- And if she was willing, that would be fine- But she was unwilling! 

"I'm sorry, Minuit-" 

"No!" 

He growled at her for the first time since their meeting, and then he dashed off into the dark, his black cloak shielding him from sight. Marinette broke down into tears, seeing her beloved run away. They were both just young birds in love, only to torn apart by an arranged marriage. Two broken hearts, shattered. 

---

The next day, it was discovered that the roses and lilies that had been bought in preparation for the wedding were stolen. By Minuit, no less. It had brought a little smile to her face, but the smile was quickly replaced by a pained, wistful, heartbroken smile as she thought about what she would say to him that night. 

It seemed she didn't have to waste her thoughts on it, because he never visited her that night. 

Or the night after. 

She was sitting on the balcony, watching the darkness swim and swallow everything black in sight. He had always used that to his advantage, she thought wistfully. He'd always been hidden, out of sight- 

And now that she had one more day before her marriage... 

She would only see him one more time. 

Right? 

---

Her fiancé was a nice, strong man. He was well known for his beautiful, glowing green eyes- He was tall, and wealthy, and had a good figure. He was kind, and generous, and extremely forgiving. 

Maybe a life with him wouldn't be that bad. The thought had grazed her mind briefly, and then she glanced at the sunrise in the early hours of the morning. The quietness always amazed her- The quiet sky, only occasionally interrupted by the chirping of the bluebirds awakening. 

"Marinette! You must be married today!" Her mother burst into the room, interrupted Marinette's peaceful sunrise watching in the early hours. "The priest had a dream last night. It'll be unlucky to marry tomorrow! You must be married today!" 

And just like that, she was rushed out of her room and quickly fitted into her wedding dress, properly tidied up and cleaned after hastily. 

"Mama?" She had asked quietly as the maids fussed around with the folds in the wedding dress, which, she had to admit, was gorgeous, really, but it was just... The man that she was marrying. 

"Yes, darling?" Her mother panted, busying around with the preparations being pulled one day earlier. They had replaced the roses and lilies had been replaced by a bunch of bluebells that had been anonymously delivered to the front door of the Dupain-Cheng mansion, so the family took it as a sign that the wedding was fated to happen on that day. 

"Madam, the gold veil is missing! It's Minuit again, he left a note!" A maid told her mother hastily, handing over a yellow parchment. 

"That dratted cat! Never mind, then. You, go get me the white dress in my closet. We'll make a veil out of that!" Her mother instructed, growling angrily at the thief under her breath. 

"Ac-Actually, miss, he left this in place to the gold veil.” The maid hesitated, showing the lady of the Dupain-Cheng household a beautiful silver veil, much more simpler and elegant (And lighter, too) than the gold one. There were some pearls sewn into the white and silver lines, and the veil was obviously very expensive. 

Madame Dupain-Cheng stared at it for a while before quickly shouting out some orders to make a few quick fixes, and within moments, the veil was on Marinette's head, hiding her dark blue bangs within the silver fabric. 

"What were you asking just now, dear?" Marinette's mother asked, fussing with adjusting the veil as Marinette winced a little. 

"Um, you've always said that my- My fiancé has green eyes- Everyone knows that- But... What other features does he have?" Marinette asked, hesitant. She'd never met her fiancé before... 

"Well, he has... Blonde hair, I think?" Mama Dupain-Cheng told her off-handedly as she continued to fuss. 

"Oh." Marinette sighed, going quiet for the rest of the minutes that ticked by slowly until the wedding bells would ring. 

---

She walked down the aisle, accompanied by her father as she tried to make her family proud. She would be marrying the heir of the Agreste family! That was the dream of many girls in the country, but... Only a certain dark haired cat thief was lingering in her mind. 

When the veil was lifted off, she gazed up to meet the darkest, yet somewhat glowing green eyes she'd ever seen. Dark black bangs covered his forehead, and a small smile graced his lips. 

"Will you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng," The priest started, and Marinette blocked out the noise, only paying enough attention to know when to say 'yes'. 

"I like this veil on you way more than the gold one." Her fiancé murmured under his breath, loud enough for her only to hear. It startled her quite a bit, and then she looked up, shocked, at him, only to see a familiar cat-like smirk. 

Minuit was the one who stole the gold veil and swapped it with the silver one she was wearing. 

"I see they've made some alterations, but, oh well." He smirked, still holding her hands tightly in his. "Do you like the bluebells? I thought they matched your eyes more than the roses and lilies.” 

Marinette let a little giggle escape. Of course! How could the dark haired man in front of her be the heir of the Agreste family? The Agrestes were well known for being blondes, she remembered. Blonde. She turned to see the supposed 'Mr Agreste' being another dark-haired man with blue eyes, and when she made eye contact, the man smirked. He knew, too! Behind her 'fiancé', there were also some other men with dark hair and blue eyes- His partners, she supposed. When she turned to glance at the priest, she realized that it was another (Slightly older) dark-haired man, with blue eyes-

The priest! 

Didn't the priest say that it was bad luck to get married on the next day? 

And if the priest was on Minuit's side, say, was family- 

Oh! 

Minuit had been planning the 'wedding' for the past three days. 

Oh! 

"Yes!" She grinned, bursting with happiness. 

"And will you, Da-" 

"Yes, I will." He interrupted the priest, who only rolled his eyes good-naturedly. 

Then he scooped her up and kissed her like no tomorrow. 

---

"So, these few days you've been hatching your grand scheme, no?" She asked with a laugh as they rode off in the white carriage that he had also prepared. 

He sent her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, angel. I was busy, so I didn't visit you." 

Marinette giggled. "Never mind those two days. You can make it up to me for the rest of our lives." 

He smiled fondly at her, thanking the gods that he had such an amazing father, brothers, and the very convincing 'priest' aka Alfred the butler. It had taken a lot of brainstorming and some swapping of the items and decorations and such to make things more... Perfect, but it had all come up beautifully. And now he had an amazing wife and Agreste could go and wonder where in hell his wife had gone. 

"Name's Damian Wayne, by the way." He grinned. "And now, you are Madame Marinette Wayne. Nice ring to it, don't you think, angel?" 

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