#he and babs hide it from the rest of the bats

[wolfjackle-creates]

Me again! I figured I'd send my second request as a separate ask so that you can answer them individually, but what about the Something to Feel story?

So I love that the dpxdc isn't as into shipping as some other fandoms. Like, it's obviously super present, but the ship is (usually) secondary to the plot. At least in a lot of the fics I read.

But I do like me some smut, too. And there's not nearly as much of it here as there was in my last major fandom (Good Omens).

When I discovered Dixon Dallas, his songs made my fingers itch to write something smutty. But the vibe just doesn't fit Aziraphale and Crowley. They need something softer and more devoted.

Then I started imagining Danny and Jason and ghost!instincts and, well. Here we are.

If you like the music, you might find this helpful.

I'm afraid I don't have more written yet. But I'm having so much fun with this fic I won't be able to put it aside for long. (Especially since I know it won't be a long fic!)

Actually, wait! I do have something I can talk about.

Barbara is just casually using Gotham's cameras to spy on her friends and family as one does when she sees something strange.

Jason has someone pushed up against a wall and is kissing them. And a guy at that. He'd never mentioned anything about being into guys before.

But... wait. Did the guy just punch Jason? And immediately run away? Why is Jason chasing after him? Are his eyes green? Better call Dick. See if he knows what might have set Jason off. The pits have never cause him to act like this before.

Basically, I want Barbara and Dick to get entirely the wrong idea about what is going on. They think Jason in a pit rage chased Danny down and assaulted him.

So Dick goes to confront Jason.

He finds Jason in his apartment making a pie and forming the dough for the top into rose shapes or something stupidly romantic. And Jason has to explain that "yes, it was all consensual, no I can't explain it, and yes I will be seeing him again. Do you think he likes cherry pie?"

[somnoir]

Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

[emacrow]

Bats don't know what to do as The Mockingbird and Time Mock them

That Edward Nygma wasn't a real person in the database or that the riddler actually got won one battle over Batman. Batman had tried to snoop through the apartment, but there was mostly always a person there alongside children.

Then there was a trigger of other rogues break out when there actually nobody in the apartment.

Not mentioning the real person behind riddler

Eddie Mockingbird Walker was born out of a 6 year affair between Edwin Walker, strict borderline insane Prisoner Warden, and beautiful red haired Judy Mockingbird, a former cleaning lady who was fired by the wife of Walker after finding out the affair.

Three years later, Judy Mockingbird was later a victim of a break-in and homicide, the only witness being a 3 year old traumatized Eddie hiding in a toy chest doodle with hand drawn puzzle murals, unfortunately that case was later put in the cold case files with not enough suspects.

Eddie was thrown through the wringer of several orphanages for 4 years, only to be refound by his grandmother Grethen Mockingbird, a former retired pianist who was unable to play anymore due a severe case of tendonitis.

A bright Prodigy to music and puzzles boxes made by his grandmother, a rare talent in school to the point the music teacher begged his grandmother Grethen to signed him in a tournament which later led to Eddie into the spotlight with the youngest pianist to make he audience weep with joy that catapult him all the way through several tournaments, winning each one, talkshows, interviews from age 9 to 22 year old.

He was known as Rose Thief of Hearts in the music community, the next living Beethoven they cried out, especially on how many ladies and guys fallen for his sweet, obvious charms and bright red hair that flow down his waist.

Becoming best friends with his half-sister, Madeline Walker, that he rarely met.

Tragedy struck when on The Chopin Competition, Gretchen Mockingbird died from cardiac arrest in the middle of her grandson's performance.

Eddie disappeared, being dragged off by Edwin Walker during the private funeral, which led many people to the theory of the whereabouts of the music Prodigy.

Then, the rest of the data file went missing until a year ago when Eddie Mockingbird appeared once more during a shocking news of adopting his niece and nephews who will stay anonymous after explaining a rather shocking tale with enough explanation on why he was away from media was extremely popular in the music culture.

Batman could only stare at the photo capture by Red Robin on the Batcomputer, tired bag eyed soft smiling Eddie Mockingbird at family diner. His black hair and eyebrow were gone, revealing a natural red hair that had grown down to his neck, wearing casual clothes with his niece, Jasmine Fenton, a teenage red-haired girl speaking with a soft look

A large massive man, named Jack Fenton that looks too alike to Bruce clumsily and failing feeding a little 2 year old baby girl in a toddler chocolates banana fudge ice cream with green bitd, while trying to stopping her twin brother flinging soft sweet peas at a giggling 5 year old toddler trying to air bite the peas.

A disgusted looking young entrepreneur who discoverered a much better energy source for phones that went world-wide, Tucker Foley, who was gagging at a Sam Manson, had a beyond burger and a salad, her middle finger pointing at him saying something to him.

Batman couldn't get near someone like him, or get a hint of his music albums that were also sold out even from 10 year ago to now with new albums that not even Jim Gordon would help him that Riddler is the famous pianist that he had a collection of his music, and he wouldn't let him 'borrow' them.

Jason had just started dating Jasmine, but he wouldn't tell them about what the riddler's plans were to the point of disconnecting and disabling all the trackers on his phones, even the backup ones with Cass and Babs!

He tried booking for Mockingbird concerts only to find out they were all booked to 20XX for the past 6 months after The Chopin Competition, not even attempting bribes, would shorten a 15 mile long waiting list.

This was driving Bruce a little mad as if time itself was mocking him!!

Part 3 here <-

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 9

WC: 1088, Masterpost

Cass hummed happily. Moving their new brother to the better safe house had gone so well that Cass was finally getting to meet him— to meet Danny! His name was Danny. Cass rolled the name around on her tongue, silently trying out out.

It was a good word day, a good day in so many ways, but Cass knew that the excitement of it all could make her tongue trip up. She wanted to get Danny’s name right this first time. Cass knew how much names mattered and she wanted to do the best by her new brother. Danny deserved the best, after everything he had been through.

Her arms were full of things that would hopefully help Danny continue to improve: soft clothing, a weighted blanket, a heat pack stuffed animal, and fresh groceries. Jason met her outside the elevator to help carry it all.

“Hey, Cass,” he said. His exhaustion pulled at his words.

He never tried to hide how tired he was from her, not like he did around the others. Cass knew it was because he knew that she would see past it, but it still felt nice to be the sibling that Jason didn’t mask around. (Dick still thought that he could get away with it.)

“Hello, Jason,” she said and took the opportunity to brush a kiss against his cheek when he leaned in to take the groceries from her.

It made his smile a little softer. “Thanks for bringing this stuff.”

“Of course,” Cass chirped. “Rules?”

“More guidelines,” Jason said. “No sudden or big movements, no loud noises. Metal sounds seem to set him off sometimes, so be careful in the kitchen. Oh, and stay where he can see you, at least at first. We figure we’ll have you over maybe one more time and then put you on rotation with us watching over him.”

“Yes, happy to help,” Cass agreed. She could follow those rules easily, even if they were more guidelines. “You need more rest.”

Jason chuckled dryly. “Yeah I do. That’s part of getting you and then Babs introduced. We’re still keeping someone awake in case he has a night terror or something.”

Cass hummed. Those were never any fun. “Hot chocolate?”

“We’ve got some on the cabinet. I’ll be sure to show you where everything is,” Jason assured her.

“Good. New brother now, please,” Cass said. She rolled her eyes when Jason gave her a look. “Yes, yes. Danny once in the door, not new brother. I know the ‘guidelines’.”

“Brat,” Jason grumbled but in that way that meant ‘I love you’.

It made Cass smile happily as they entered the apartment. She slipped her shoes off inside the door. Like the others, she had dressed in athleisure wear and a domino. She hoped it put their new brother more at ease than her mask would have with the stitched mouth. With the wide eyed way that Danny was watching her with, anything that would help him feel more settled was good.

She gave a little wave and smile. “Hello, Danny. I am Black Bat.”

Danny’s eyes flickered between her and Jason before he pulled one hand away from the tangle of himself him and Dick made to wave at her. “Um, hi Black Bat.”

“I brought things,” she said as she slowly lowered the bags onto the kitchen bar.

Dick perked up. “Ooh, candy?”

“Of course candy.” Cass didn’t bother to hide how she rolled her eyes at that. “But also…”

She tried to keep the noise down as she searched for the right bag. Pulling out the stuffed animal, she spun back around to face Danny and Dick. “For Danny,” she said, the soft, blue, teddy bear held in front of her face.

“Me?”

Cass hummed in confirmation and crept closer to the couch. She crouched down before she was too close, and held out the teddy bear towards Danny. He clearly wanted to reach out, but he held back. He was worried; she understood.

She hate that she did, but she did. She new too well what it was like to have something nice turned into a punishment.

“No tricks,” she assured him. “No payment. No catch. Just because, for you.”

Danny studied her for a long moment before he finally, slowly reached out to touch the teddy bear. When she didn’t pull it back, he took it and buried his face into the fabric.

“It’s soft.”

Cass nodded. “Yes. And yours.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” Cass assured him with a beaming smile. She backed up a little and sat on the floor.

“B.B. here might be looking after you with Hood and I,” Dick said as he let Danny settle back in against him. “But only if you’re alright with it. She’s the best though.”

“Favorite,” Cass said with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said from the open kitchen where he had finished putting away the food. He came up to stand behind her and she leaned back against her legs. “We all love you.”

“Yes.”

Jason snorted at her easily agreement. “Now Danny, do you want your big meal now or a snack now.”

“Do I have to?” Danny asked, softly, before snapping his mouth closed ducking back against Dick.

“Sorry Danny, but yeah,” Dick said. He brushed his fingers through Danny’s hair, but didn’t try to make him move. “Remember what you and Hood talked about this morning?”

The reply was whispered into the new blue bear. “That I have to try at last a few bites each time, even if I’m not hungry.”

“Exactly. But that sounds like to me like a snack might be best right now?” Dick waited for a nod. “Okay. And then a big meal later. Hey, maybe we can play a game to pass the time! It can be you and me against Hood and B.B.”

“Oh you’re going down,” Jason crowed, playing it up just enough to get Danny to peer out from behind the bear at them.

Dick gasped dramatically. “You would beat our dear,” a fraction of a pause where Cass knew Dick wanted to say brother, “esteemed guest? How could you?”

“Hey, alls fair in love and board games, you know that. But we’ll let you and Danny pick the game you want to lose at, won’t we B.B?”

“Only fair,” she agreed with an innocent smile. When Danny eyed her dubiously she couldn’t help but laugh. This new brother would be very fun to have around.

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AN: This part has needed the very ending for a good bit now and it finally got there! Cass is always so much fun to write, even if she takes me a little to get into the swing with. Danny seems a fan so far too! Now who might he meet next... ^_~

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[1nsan1tysan1ty]

Batman apocalypse au where no hero was able to stop the spread of some virus and it had infected most if not the whole world

The justice league is working in space trying to find a cure and figure out what the fuck is going on. The watchtower is a safe space for every hero as well but obviously everyone’s trying to not use it excessively

Remaining survivors have created groups and organizations and while there are many good groups of people, there are many bad ones too

//

I think it’s go something like this in the beginning:

Month one:

The World Health Organization is trying to contain patient zero(s). This fails.

The justice league is involved as the spreading of the virus doubles within just a few hours. The virus spreads quick and they can’t figure out how or why. People change within the first 24 hours. Those are no longer your loved ones, those are just the shells of once was

Month two:

The media has turned on the hero’s. They expected to be saved but what the hell dan a bunch of hero’s do about something that isn’t even a physical threat?

Chaos has already erupted and there’s mass panic. Stores are empty and doors are locked. Everyone is staying inside now

Month three:

All hell has broken loose. Most of the world’s citizens are just shells of who they were. Their only goal now is to infect and kill

//

Batfam and how they’re existing now:

Tim:

• He’s working hard with Bruce trying to find the cure. He’s working on land though

• I feel like he (along with the rest of the bats) would be more resistant to sicknesses. Plot armor? Probably. Some niche weird bat training? Also possible

• He’s barely eating or sleeping

• If he’s not finding a cure, he’s patrolling Gotham trying to save those he can

• Tries to not hurt the infected people at first but after four months, he stops trying to be gentle

Dick:

• He’s in blüdhaven and patrolling to see who he can save

• Every person he can’t save adds more guilt that weighs him down

• He tries to not hurt any infected person. He believes that the hero’s will find a cure soon and they can save these souls

Jason:

• He’s been leading children into safe house after safe house. Every living and not infected person in crime alley has been thrown in a safe house full of food

• Spends most of his time out protecting crime alley from the infected

• He strikes to kill. Nothing, not even Crime Alleys old citizens, will hurt the living ones

Damian:

• He’s been told to stay inside. As the youngest, everyone feels a need to of course watch over Damian

• He hates this arrangement until he realizes he has to watch over Alfred the cat, Titus, Batcow and his other pets

• He still sneaks out sometimes. Every member of the family is busy and thus, escaping is easy

• He tries to not kill any infected people as he’s pretty sure Father would be mad at him for breaking the no kill rule. He still kills then sometimes when it calls for it

Steph:

• Steph has been holed up in the clock tower with Cass and Babs. She goes out with Cass to gather supplies, patrol, and protect the perimeter of the clock tower

• She sometimes comes to the manor although it’s only when something has gone wrong. Seeing Steph at the manor has become an omen of bad news

• She’s actually avoiding the manor since there’s been more arguments. Everyone’s tired and refuses to sleep when they need to which is causing high tensions. Thus, she only shows up when she must

• She aims to incapacitate, not kill

Cass:

• Same thing as Steph. The Bats(except for Duke, Babs, and Steph) have not seen Cass since month two(let’s say it’s been about a year since this has happened)

• She aims to incapacitate, not kill

Duke:

• He switches between safe houses, the manor, and the clock tower

• Duke is the one who’s the best suited to get samples of infected. His immune system is better than the rest(meta human[canon? Idk]), he has the shadows to hide and protect him, and his stealth is the top of the game(you don’t become a dayseeing bat without having insane stealth)

• Updates the bats about the three girls since they barely come to the manor

• He aims to avoid confrontation totally to minimize his chance of being infected. He’s aware that he’s very likely to be infected but had made peace with it

Babs:

• Runs coms and is their Birds Eye View™️

• Stays in the clock tower because of her wheelchair. While she does have a Battle Wheelchair(is that what it’s called? Is that even canon? Idk guys😭), she opts to use it as minimally as possible

• She goes out to get more supplies but she’d rather stay inside. She can’t risk getting infected when she’s the only one available to run comms and search cameras n stuff

Alfred:

• Alfred is doing what he’s been doing for decades

• His guns sit in easier to access areas

• He will kill upon suspicion of infected(unless, of course, your one of his wards or lice in the manor. His old soul can’t handle killing another comrade)

Bruce:

• He’s been working day and night with zero rest or sleep. He only sleeps when it’ll kill him or he passes out

• He’s been in space longer than he’s been on earth

• The few times he’s at the manor is because he was forced to go home. That’s when arguments are the most heated. Bruce is annoyed he’s forced to rest, the bats are worried and it’s just not a good combo

• Bruce has the weight of YEARS of guilt on his shoulders. He’s spiraling and finding a cure is the only way he thinks he’ll crawl out of this spiral of guilt and grief

//

What do we think of this au? I’d love your guys’ thoughts!!

(Inspired by these pins: one, two)

[ghostf1ux]

5 Times Jason Saved his the Flock and 1 Time they Saved Him: Gasoline and Guns Don't Mix

Day 5: Fire

Words: 2.4k

TW/CWs: Guns, Violence, Fire (this one is pretty tame compared to my other fics)

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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Jason hums idly to himself as he walks up to the back entrance of the building, hands shoved in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His footsteps are light despite his steel-toed boots, though his presence is more clearly announced by the subtle little clinks of the two links of chains resting on his right thigh.

The Clocktower looms over him, casting a shadow despite the gloomy sky providing scant light. He comes to a stop outside the secret entrance, inputting his numerical code, eye scan, and thumb print before the door slides open with a hiss. 

The tower is still and nearly silent, only disturbed by the quietest of clink clink clinks in time with his steps. You'd never guess the information tech vigilante backing the Bats was ever holed up here, diligently working away at her massive computer setup all day and all night.

Which brings Jason to why he's here. He has a day off, for once. No cases need his immediate attention, he's uninjured (minus some minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises), and he's, most importantly, bored.

Babs has been helping Batman and his flock for a long time, and in doing so, has managed to fall into the same overworking-themselves-to-death pitfall the rest of them are usually in.

So Jason has decided to intervene.

A little birdie (Red Robin) had mentioned something about a high profile case that was requiring all of both his and Barbara's attention to figure out the culprit and track them down. With emphasis on the tracking them down part, figuring out who they were looking for didn't take all that long. They'd been working on this case for almost a week now, and with Babs also working on other cases, as well as helping the flock out at night and running the Birds of Prey, Jason was willing to bet she hasn't gotten any kind of break, or rather, hadn't given herself any kind of break.

So today he decided to pop by, drag her away from her screens, and drop her in front of another one in the form of a movie and late lunch. There was a new movie that came out recently that had actually caught Jason's interest, so he figured Babs might be interested as well.

He twirls his bike keys around his finger as he steps in the elevator, waiting for it to take him to the top of the tower. Out of habit, he glances around in a quick assessment of the elevator.

It's a good thing he did, because otherwise he never would've noticed the dent in the top left corner of the elevator wall.

Squinting up at it, it's immediately obvious that there used to be something there. He doesn't know for sure what it would've been, since he's rarely in here, but knowing Babs and knowing the placement, it was probably a camera. A camera that's distinctly no longer there.

Jason draws his gun from wear it sits tucked into his waistband, the metal a familiar weight in his hand. With the other he pulls out his phone, sends a quick text to whichever family group chat comes up first, not even paying attention to who may or may not be in it. 

If only they didn't have like seventeen of them.

He steps to the side as the elevator slows to a stop, using the reflection to see out the door while he hides around the corner.

The reflection is blurry, but there's one vaguely humanoid form at the end of the opening room from the elevator, waiting outside the door to the more apartment-like room that hid Oracle's real workspace. It doesn't look like the guy is looking, so Jason unsheathes the dagger he always has strapped to his ankle and throws it.

It hits its mark with a quiet squelch, the goon’s body hitting the floor with a thud muffled by the carpet.

Jason carefully steps out, checking the corners before walking around the edges of the room. He sticks to the shadows just in case the other cameras aren't disabled, and avoids the triggers for the traps that may or may not still be there.

Putting his ear to the door, he doesn't hear anything on the other side, so he crouches down to the guy he got with his dagger. It hit center mass, just like he planned, though it was a little closer to the center than he probably should've aimed. If the guy's wheezing is anything to go by, he probably punctured a lung.

“Oi, asshole, what the hell are you and your boys doing here?” Jason growls, slapping his face a few times to get him to focus. He just glares at Jason, who sighs. “Where is she?”

When he doesn't answer, Jason puts hand over the guy's mouth and twists the dagger. His scream is muffled against Jason's hand, which he just tilts his head condescendingly at.

“Shut up, it could be a lot worse. Now tell me where she is.”

The goon points unhelpfully to the door before passing out. Jason rolls his eyes, kicking him over to the side. The guy is probably going to die, but honestly he could care less about that right now.

He rips the dagger out of the guy's chest, holding it ready in his left hand and keeping his gun in his right. He's got near perfect aim with both hands, but most people go for the right hand first if they see it holding something and he would take a knife in close combat over a gun any day.

He opens the door, thanking Babs mentally that she doesn't have creaky doors, and peeks through the crack.

Through the reflection on the window, he can make out Babs looking almost bored tied to her wheelchair and being held at gunpoint. Almost. The tension in her shoulders gives away her stress– but not from the gun, she's too familiar with being held at gunpoint for that. Her focus is lasered in on something else. She's facing away from the door towards the exact opposite wall, with the barrel of a gun being pointed at her from behind. She's far enough away from the reflection that makes Jason's mental map place her in the middle of the room, which means the guy holding the gun is practically right in front of the door Jason is right on the other side of.

He toes the door open another two inches, enough that he can see a little more but not enough that a passing glance will see anything wrong.

Immediately he gets a whiff of gasoline, along with a glimpse of the other door opened to Oracle's workspace. 

Ah, so that's what she's so worried about.

Babs lets out a huff, tapping her nails against the arm of her wheelchair.

“You're not going to find anything!” She calls ahead of her. So there's more in there, probably trying to go through her systems.

“Quiet, bitch,” the one behind Babs snaps, flicking the barrel of his gun against the side of her head. She only glares, but in turning her head she ends up catching a glimpse of the window. Her eyes widen minutely, but that's the only tell before she's back to playing the victim.

“You two seem pretty focused with fumbling around with my system,” Babs continues despite the previous threat, “You could just untie the rope from my wrists and let me help instead of pouring gasoline everywhere.”

Jason grins when Babs passes him a glance and the slightest of nods. So there are two in the other room that are focused, huh?

He opens the door just wide enough to slip through and stalks up behind the first goon, the one holding the gun to Babs’ head. Without so much as an escaped gasp Jason has him in a sleeper hold and is gently lowering his unconscious body to the ground.

He passes Babs the dagger so she can cut herself free, then starts to move to wheel her out before she shakes her head, then jerks it towards the computers. Jason raises an eyebrow, gesturing between her, the clearly gasoline soaked floor, and the two men too focused on her screens to notice them. Her jaw clenches and she sends her signature bat-glare at him and–

Wow, she is scary. Jason actually backs up a little under the force of her glare. He forgot how scary she can be. Okay.

He allows himself to roll his eyes and silently mock her while she can't do anything about it before walking up to the two guys and knocking their heads together. The first guy collapses with a groan, the other guy just stumbles back while holding his head. Jason doesn't give him more than a second before he's blitzing him with a punch that breaks his nose and a hook that knocks him out cold. 

He shoves his hands back in his pockets and spins on his heel back to Babs.

“So, Barbie, what was that all about?” Jason asks innocently, jutting his hip out to make his stance more comfortable. Barbara wheels herself in, glancing around.

“Somehow they found me, wanted to find and erase something in my systems. Never specified what, though. Also never found it.”

“And the gasoline?”

“A back up plan,” she replies tersely. Jason hums.

“Well, this has all been really fun, but I came here to invite you to a movie and it starts in like twenty minutes.” He leans down to fold his arms on the handles of the chair when Babs sighs. “Cmon Barbie, it's been forever since you've taken a break. And we haven't made fun of a movie together in a long time.”

“...Fine.” She folds her arms across her chest and leans back in the chair, making Jason straighten with a gleeful smile, starting to wheel her out.”

“Fuck yeah. And I texted one of the group chats awhile ago, they can deal with all this shit,” he mentions, waving vaguely behind them at the bodies as they pass into the lobby room. Babs looks down at the first body. Jason follows her gaze, then shrugs. “I was in a rush, it's fine. Speaking of, can I have my knife back?”

She hands it back to him with a disappointed huff. He wipes it off on the dead guy's jacket and tucks it back into his boot before continuing on their way to the elevator.

Of course, it's when he hears the telltale sound of a safety being clicked off that he realizes his mistake.

He can't react before a wave of explosive heat sends both him and Babs careening forward, slamming into the opposite wall. Jason more than Babs because he was closer and she had a wall of muscle protecting her.

It takes him a moment to get his bearings after that, when his vision finally starts to focus and the ringing in his ears dies down. All he registers is the searing, oppressive heat bearing down on him from all sides. It makes him sweat uncomfortably and his lungs struggle to draw in enough breath– no, wait, that's the smoke. Smoke was coming from the fire.

Fire.

Gasoline.

Clocktower.

Babs.

“Barbara!” Jason shouts, or at least he thinks he shouts. All he can see is the blinding light of the fire where it's burning away the gasoline and spreading to every other flammable object in the vicinity. 

“Over- over here!” Her voice finally filters through the roar of the fire, but he can't pinpoint its location. Soon the ringing subsides, but it's just replaced by his heartbeat.

Jason opens his mouth to shout again but breaks out into a cough when he inhales a lung full of smoke instead. If only smoking cigarettes actually helped him build up a tolerance to something like that.

A dark blob moving catches Jason's attention, and then he realizes it's Babs. Not too far away, in fact, just separated by a small trail of fire caused by gasoline that was trailed after them when they left.

Fuck he was careless and let his guard down. And now all of this is going to be destroyed because of him.

He pushes himself to his feet and jumps over the fire, coming to Barbara's side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, quickly checking her over for injuries. She shakes her head, raising her hand towards Jason's face. He finds himself involuntarily flinching away from the contact, a guilt stabbing him in the gut at her wounded expression. 

“You're bleeding,” she states instead. Jason shrugs.

“Not the first time, won't be the last.” With that he works his arms under her legs and back to lift her bridal style, looking around for the exit. The elevator probably wouldn't be working due to the explosion, which just left the stairs.

Jason groans internally as he starts making his way there, dodging flames expertly and only breaking out into short coughing fits.

Eventually he manages to get the door open, but not without nearly sacrificing his boots because of how hot the handle is and the fact that he had to kick it open.

He races down a few floors before finally taking a second to breathe and figure out what the hell he's going to say.

“...Barbie?” He starts hesitantly, looking down at her. She has a conflicted expression when she meets his gaze, but he can't quite figure out why.

“Yeah?” Jason glances away.

“I… I'm sorry. That was… reckless. Should've been more thorough,” he finally gets the words out, keeping his eyes on the steps ahead as he continues down.

“Well, yes, but I didn't notice either. This isn't all on you, Jay,” Babs reassures him. It does little to actually soothe the guilt and blame clawing at him, but he nods anyway. “I have backup servers anyways, it'll just be annoying to reset up everything physically, but I can just make Tim and Bruce do that.”

Jason chuckles at that, but doesn't comment further.

Once they're closer to bottom after a long stretch of silence, Jason finally clears his throat awkwardly.

“...So. About that movie.”

“Might as well, not going to be much help here.”

“Should I let them know we made it out?”

“Nah, let's see how long it takes for them to find us.”

[kore-arts]

Au where Janet Drake lives

Tim was relaxing with Dick on the hedge between their houses when they both heard it.

Now Tim had a grin, knowing he wasn't the Drake who released that growl and shriek as he heard the click click of the heels he and his mother favored. Now if he could just figure out what she said, his mandarin being rusty. He giggles as he jumps down with grace to follow the beautiful fury his mother trailed

But Dick's hair rose on his arms. His eyes wide as he watches what had to be a demoness push open a gate that even he never knew was there. No alarms, no surprise yet to be seen on the gardener's face.

But Tim's reaction was… reassuring. As he follows his brother by emotion and vigilante bond his heart races.

Tim knew his mom. Janet Drake, the Dragoness of Artifacts and Business. Her eyes honed in on the sunbathing Bruce as she steadily walked with grace. Ah she screeched Bruce's name. He hides a grin as he perches on a chair, his mother long used to his eccentricity while in a comfortable place. Bruce's eyes are wide, truly caught off guard as Janet taps her nails on the seat she took. Her hat shading her face with her blood red lips twisted in displeasure.

“Do tell me dear Bruce. Whenever were you going to let me know my son is following you officially” Janet's nails click as her fire like tone wrapped around her words.

Tim… did not expect that. He already told her. His eyebrow raises as Janice grins

“I- wait. Tim, you didn't tell me that your mother was Jannie?!” Bruce exclaimed “whenever did you move back?”

Tim mouths ‘Jannie’ the nickname, feeling weird. Dick does the same and they look at each other.

He blinks slowly before it hits him

“Bruce. Please don't tell me you thought I was just a random kid named Tim Drake” Tim groans as Janice looks even more disappointed

Bruce's eyes look away.

Tim decides to be a menace and his mom nods in approval “Bruce. Bruce, did you even think about where I learned my detective skills? My ability to stalk you for years?”

Dick's little ‘’what the fuck' goes ignored

Bruce does look ashamed. His face red but not from the sun “I thought you just were a natural”

Janice and Tim both laugh at that. Both knowing that talent was earned not given at birth.

Tim presses on “oh and what about my knowledge of the Arkham Family? or how I already knew tiny bits of the league?”

“History hyperfixation?”

Tim blushes, yeah thats true. But he still shakes his head “No you Deaf Bat!”

Janice shakes her head “I understand you keeping me away because of the night activities Bruce. But no calls? I just have to see our boys on the hedge like the family version of Romeo and Juliet?”

“Hey! The hedge is comfy” Tim and Dick say at the same time. Tim winning the Jinx and getting handed ten bucks as Bruce sputters

“Jannie! No no! I thought you cut me off! Jack said so”

Janet's scowl deepens into something murderous. Her hair spilling out like black ink as she takes her hat off and holding it as she holds back her fury.

Dick's confused shout startles her “Uh! Little explanation here?”

Her eyes blink slowly as she looks at a shrugging Tim.

“Oh. That's right, you never actually met me. My maiden name was Janet Arkham-Woosan. I am one of Bruce's cousins. Albeit what most would say I am a Bastard born out of an affair in a very tiny village. Not that my sister is any different.” Tim giggles as Dick's face slowly cycles throughout emotions. Janet gently ran her hand through both boys' hair.

Bruce shoves his hands in his face and slowly drags them down “Jack's lucky to be dead.” It's a whisper before he straightens “well. It's lovely seeing you Jan. But yeah, This is my son Dick, The rest are inside”

Tim smiles and helps her stand “you gotta meet Cass! Oh and you'll adore Damian! He's such a serious little guy, almost killed me three times! Oh and Babs!”

Dick stares at Bruce as Tim practically drags his mother into the Manor

Bruce shrugs “Janet and Sandra were probably the two most important people to me other than Alfred. I did wonder where Tim got his penchant for the more subtle things. I am glad to see her. Honestly it wasn't even us finding out we were blood related that connected us as teens.” Bruce looks happy and haunted at the same time “we separated still, I was still out to discover myself and train. And they had a different path to that.”

Dick nods as he walks alongside Bruce “and that was? She looked weirdly familiar”

Bruce hummed. “Let's just leave it as Janet was not her birth name and Barbara is going to be even more surprised then I was to see her”

Dick startles hearing a shriek

“Lady Shiva?”

“Oh you've worked with my sister!”

[elizabethemerald]

A Shade Darker than Red: Part 12

Masterpost AO3

The mood in the Clocktower was tired, but celebratory. The three different teams had returned triumphant, though the mission had not been without its injuries. Danny alone was unmarked, he floated languidly above the others as they slowly returned to the Clocktower, only flitting lower to anxiously check over Jazz and Jason once they returned. 

Barbara had welcomed Cass, Steph and Danny back first. She had been so relieved that her Batgirls were safe. Steph had few cuts and bruises, and even with her brass knuckles, her hands were cut up from fighting the Talons. Cass, the girl who was practically Barbara’s daughter, was covered in injuries. She had clearly over extended herself to keep Steph from taking worse injuries. The two girls immediately went for the Clocktower showers to try and get the smell of the sewers off their skin and out of their hair. 

The Slaughter Swamp team were next back with Jazz utilizing a portal gun built into her suit to appear in the base with an unfortunately large cloud of midges. Duke got into the shower that Cass just abandoned with his armor still on, no doubt hoping to clean off as much of the muck from the swamp as possible. Tim took the time to strip down to civies before he got into a protracted argument with Steph through the shower door about her using all the hot water. Steph shot back that she had way more hair than he ever would and she had a right to use as much water as she wanted. Barbara made a note in her systems that if the Bats were going to continue using her Clocktower as a base, she would have to install more showers. 

Danny helped Jazz to shed her power suit, complaining good-naturally about the damage to the suit that he would have to repair. That was until she winced stepping out of the opened armor. Danny immediately zeroed in on the motion, and when she hesitantly lifted her shirt to reveal the mottled colors on her chest of several bruised and cracked ribs, his eyes started glowing a toxic, Lazarus green. The temperature in the Clocktower dropped at least ten degrees. He helped her to the couch that Cass and Steph usually slept on, and once she was laying down created some ghost ice to help reduce the swelling and pain. Babs guessed by the way his tail lashed the air that if Jazz hadn’t been successful Danny would have portaled back to the swamp and torn Grundy apart. 

His agitation only increased when a jittery and anxious Jason returned with Damian and Dick in tow. Barbara was worried about ghost mind control as they shared their report. Danny once again looked like he was about to fly off and wring the neck of this Fredrick Showenhower, but instead was comforting Jason and talking to him quietly near the ceiling. Dick had multiple injuries, including his own bruised ribs that he insisted absolutely had to be kept a secret, with a guilty glance up towards Jason. Dick also got a thorough scolding because apparently Damian had been fighting with a broken wrist and he hadn’t noticed. 

Duke and Tim did eventually join the rest of the family, fresh from the showers and thoroughly de-swamped. Duke had found a garter snake hiding in his body armor during his shower and kept double checking his clothes to make sure that he was snake free. Dick and Damian showered quickly then got their injuries wrapped up. 

Once everyone was settled on different couches, relaxing and recovering, Barbara arranged for food to be delivered. She wished Alfred was there to celebrate with them, but he was still on his extended “vacation” with the Kents. She was fairly certain that he was actually spending his time with a more intimate form of relaxation with his contemporaries, but quite frankly, she didn’t want to know, and he deserved to enjoy his time after having to deal with Bruce for so long. 

By the time food arrived and everyone was resting, some of them were nodding off into their plates as the exhaustion from the day weighed on them. Dick looked around before catching Jason’s eye. 

“So Jason now that the curses have been broken, what's next?” He asked. 

Jason sighed, and set down the ghost pizza he had been eating. He floated down to be level with the rest of his family, as the others focused again. Duke blinked and shook his head to shake off the clinging sleepiness. 

“I guess that’s one bad habit we all got from the old man.” Jason said, ignoring Dick’s flinch. “We can’t really relax while a mission is in progress.” 

“At least most of you don’t treat your entire life as a mission like he did.” Jazz declared. There were some who flinched again, reflecting on the shortcomings they inherited from Bruce. Though there were some who felt a sense of relief, knowing that at least they were better than him. 

“Next, I will use my authority as King to free Gotham from her chains, and place the burden on Jason’s shoulders.” Danny said. “If you are ready, I can do that now.” 

Barbara watched as Stephanie and Cass sat up and focused. They alone of the Bats had seen what Danny was truly capable of as the Ghost King. 

“And does that mean that Jason will be back?” Dick asked, desperation in his voice. 

Both Danny and Jason looked guilty for a moment. 

“Dick-” Jason started but was interrupted. 

“No! We did this whole mission, risked all of our lives, simply because you asked.” Dick’s anger and long unaddressed grief came storming to the front. “You said that Jay would be able to stay in the city.”

“I did.” Danny took on the regal posture of the crown. “And he will. But he won’t be human.” 

“But you-”

“Jason isn’t like me.” Danny cut Dick off. They had all seen Danny take on human form during their planning session. “Maybe if Bruce hadn’t intervened, if Jason had more time as a human, he could have been a Halfa as well. Now however, I am the only one of my kind.” 

They could all see the weight and grief in Danny’s eyes at his words. They had seen that same weight in Superman’s eyes and in Martian Manhunter’s. The weight of having outlived everyone else like you. They could see how it hurt even more, considering Jason could have been one as well. 

“But we have Jason’s body, we could dig it back out.” Tim seemed desperate, but Jason shook his head. 

“Timbo, I’m not going to possess my own corpse.” Jason said, his voice low and sad. “That’s not how someone becomes a Halfa. It’s about equality. Danny is fully human and fully ghost. He’s half human, half ghost. It’s balanced. It's why he’s such a powerful King.”

“The responsibility, the burden, that I am offering Jason is that of the City Spirit. He will be here to watch over the city and all of its denizens; human or ghost; cop, crook or hero. He will become the very streets you watch over, the very buildings you swing from. He will watch over you all in spirit and you will be able to see him as he is now.”

“And then what?” Damian all but demanded in his question. “Jason takes up his watch, and what about the rest of us? Do we continue to fight the endless battle against the evils that plague this city?” 

“All of you may not have to.” Jazz said. “With some of the curses on Gotham broken, those that fed on and corrupted the denizens, with Jason’s strength and not having to fight to heal an injury like the current Gotham spirit, some of the darkness that plagues the city may be eased. The never ending crusade may one day ease.” 

That seemed to leave the Bats flummoxed. Even Barbara didn’t know what she would do if she wasn’t Oracle. She could see the same confusion, the same fear on the faces of the others. Who were they if they didn’t need to be vigilantes anymore? Danny either could sense the question on their minds, or just knew from his own hero days what they were thinking.

“The future of Gotham’s cape scene is up to you now.” Danny said. “Each of you can choose what you want from life, and that doesn’t necessarily mean being a hero.” 

“What about Batman?” Tim asked. 

“What about him?” Dick growled, but Tim was already shaking his head. 

“Not Bruce, Batman. The symbol. Gotham needs a Batman.” 

“Does it?” Jazz asked, her voice placid. 

“Yes!” Tim declared. “Barbara put the numbers up.” 

Barbara turned back to her computer and with a few key presses put the data that the two of them had been running in secret. The data showed the rise of criminal activity, including organized crime and costumed rogues. It also showed a rise in injuries taken during patrols and a drop in successful arrests. It wasn’t extreme, but the data clearly showed a trend. 

“We may have beaten some of the causes of the problems we’ve faced, but we haven’t eliminated all of the threats to the city. And the struggle against the criminals is taking more and more out of us. I believe that the threat of Batman as a symbol keeps the criminal element restrained, not just in their normal activity, but in their actions against us as well. I’m not suggesting we ask Bruce back to the city, but I think we need one of us to stand up and be the symbol.” 

“Well what do you want Batman to represent as a symbol? ” Danny asked. Settling on the back of the couch, his arms resting on Jazz’s shoulders. Neither of them seemed surprised or concerned by the direction of the conversation. 

“Batman cares for the people of the city.” Dick said immediately, remembering his early days as Robin, before the crusade had consumed Bruce’s heart. 

“Batman draws the attention of the worst of the Rogues so they don’t target civilians.” Barbara offered, thinking how other than the clown most Rogues would rather match wits with the Bats, than random citizens. 

“Batman is a detective, he solves crimes others can’t.” Tim said, thinking of the hours spent in front of the Batcomputer researching different cases. 

“Batman does not kill.” Cass signed with a firm hand. 

“Batman used to be known for hating metas, things are changing and Batman should change with it.” Duke said, his voice soft and tenuous, the others nodded and patted him on his shoulder. 

“Batman raises up those who want to be heroes.” Steph declared, thinking of her own training and the training the others had gone through, and how it could have been better. 

“Batman is the best trained fighter.” Damian whispered, remembering the tales his mother had filled his head with about his father, before reality shattered those fantasies. 

Jason snorted from where he was leaning on the back of Barbara’s wheelchair, mirroring Danny leaning on the back of Jazz’s couch. 

“Sounds like you’re describing Cass.” 

Cass sat up startled. Her head whipped around, her eyes wide as the rest gave her smiles and considering looks. 

“I am not a detective. I needed help to read when I first started.” Her signs were more flustered than usual, then she looked at her hands, and her signs seemed to stutter. “I don’t speak. I can’t be Batman.” 

“Does Batman have to carry every part of that role by herself?” Jazz asked. “Haven’t each of you been performing those roles even when Bruce wore the cowl? You’re not alone Cassandra, Stephanie has an amazing skill with people, Timothy has deduced what even Bruce wasn’t able to. Where you might fall short, the others shine.” 

“Together you create something greater than Bruce could ever conceive.” Danny said, looking over the Bats, before looking to Jason. “You create something greater than even Gotham could.”

Cass’s hands shook as she signed to her family. 

“Are you sure? You want me to be Batman?” She asked. 

“Yes! And I’ll be your Robin!” Steph declared before she pounced on Cass and kissed her. 

For once, Cass was caught by surprise as well. 

.

When Cass and Steph were eventually separated, both blushing like mad, especially at the wolf-whistling and cheering of the rest of the family, plus Danny cackling like a hyena, the Bats and Phantoms settled. Cass was going to be Batman. The rest of the details could be worked out later. First they had to see to the exchange between Gotham and Jason. 

The Bats watched in awe as Danny summoned the Spirit of Gotham to the Clocktower. Steph earned an immediate light-hearted smack to the back of her head from her new sort-of, maybe girlfriend for ogling the spirit. None of them could deny however, how beautiful they found Gotham. This was the spirit of their home, how could they not find her beautiful? 

Jason once more knelt before her, while Jazz and Danny gave her respectful nods. The others bowed or knelt and spirit looked over them all with love shining in her eyes. She bid them all rise, and she greeted each of them by name, mentioning their accomplishments, and how she had watched over them. Tears glistened in their eyes as Gotham revealed the grievous wound in her side. 

Danny stood, his full regalia in place before Gotham and Jason. He looked them over closely before stepping around behind Gotham. She knelt, her head down, and Danny reached down and pulled her long evening coat from her shoulders. She panted and her shoulders drooped as if a horrific burden had finally been taken from her. She fell forward onto her hands as blood filled tears of relief dropped to the floor. 

“Gotham, Shadowed Protector. I relieve you of the duty you have carried for so long.” 

Jazz knelt next to the former city spirit and helped her to rise, wiping the blood from her face. All the Bats stood as one out of respect for what she had done for them their entire lives. Danny waited until Gotham could stand under her own power, when she gave him a nod he turned to Jason, who knelt as well. 

“Jason Todd, son of Gotham, Protector Spirit, Beloved Brother of King Phantom, I name you the new Spirit of Place of the City of Gotham.”

Danny gently placed the jacket on Jason’s shoulders. 

The Bats and the Phantoms watched as the weight settled onto Jason. He also fell to his hands, his breaths coming fast even though he didn’t need them any more. He grit his teeth and growled, taking the burden and making it his own. The evening coat shifted and morphed into an armored leather jacket. Lava flowed and flames roared across his body and Jason rose to his feet. His crimson, blood soaked helmet enclosed his head and burning, twisted rebar wings burst from his back. 

“May I present to you, Red Hood, the new Spirit of Gotham.” 

Jason stood there breathing heavily for a moment before Danny pulled him into a tight hug, that would have crushed any bones he had. The rest of the Bats surrounded him and hugged him, the flames licking harmlessly at them, as no member of Jason’s family had to worry about being burnt by him. After each of the Bats had slowly peeled themselves away from him, Jason pulled Gotham into a hug. He pressed his face to her shoulder as he held her. 

“Thank you for watching over me.” He whispered.

[rokishimizu4]

BatFam x Symbiotic Reader: Barbara pt. 1

When Red Robin was taken back to the Batcave, still asleep, it became very clear that there was something powerful out in Gotham and it was all hands on deck.

Alfred had made it very clear in the beginning that, from the scans and his own experience, that Tim was in fact sleeping, that his body and mind were getting the rest it deserved. That there was only simple bruising from hitting a brick wall, but nothing was broken.

It surprised everyone at first, but also so terrifying when he didn’t wake up until three days have passed, with Alfred making sure that he got food and water, which Tim ate and drank in his sleep to the surprise of everyone.

But in those three days time, Oracle was busy.

———

“What the?” Babs stares unblinking at her own computer in the Watchtower, going over the mysterious voice again and again. “There’s no fucken way that this voice has no owner! Even Bat’s computer has an identity for every beings from another dimension!” She growls as she tries another tactic, only to get another dead end.

“26 voices detected! But not a single one can be put to a face!” Babs screams into the night as she hides her face in her hands, groaning at the bullshit on her screen.

However, before she can throw herself a pity party, a familiar voice rattles her back into reality.

“Babs, you forgot to turn your com off.” Tim’s voice rings out, groggy like he just woke up from the best, and worse dream.

Babs takes little time replying as she saves what little information she got, shuts off her computer, and rolls towards the elevator.

“You’re telling me what you remember, or so help me.”

[aprocessionofthoughts]

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whumptober24 day 17-nowhere else to go fandom- dp x dc tw- mentioned neglect summary- Babe is still looking, and Danny and Jazz have very few options left

masterlist ao3 part 6 of TFR

Babara sat at the new console in the Clocktower. The breach had only extended to the computers themselves. It didn’t look like they had stolen any data or found the location of the Clocktower. But that just made the whole thing even more confusing. Why attack the computer system if they weren’t planning on stealing data? Was it just to try and keep them away? But anyone smart enough to destroy the compurs to such a level should know that this would only make the Bats look into things more.

Though, Barbara admitted to herself, they hadn’t actually made any more progress. She had tried her best to search more carefully, but nothing came up. It was like the information had been deleted. At least, Barbara thought, rolling her eyes, her computers hadn’t melted again.

And the GIW had been more subtle. The only thing they had been able to discover was that it might have something to do with ghosts. And the only reason they knew that was from overhearing some of the agents talking.

So, she had looked into ghosts but all that she found was superstitions and ghost stories. She couldn’t find anything connected with the government.

Bruce had even grudgingly called Constantine over. But the man had taken one look at the melted remains of her computers and turned around and left, muttering curses under his breath and telling them to stop investigating.

He had refused to answer any of their calls since then.

She wasn’t going to stop looking into this. They had melted her computers! They had to pay!

She wasn’t as emotionally stunted as the rest of the bats, she could admit to herself that she was using this to distract her from the missing kids. She still couldn’t find anything. It didn’t make sense! How could two normal kids disappear without a trace!

She searched for the name Fenton again. And again, nothing came up. Which was even weirder than if she’d had a lot of results with hundreds of people named Fenton. She looked at the map of the surrounding area near Wellsburg. There were a few towns, but nothing terribly interesting. Wait a second. Barbara squinted at the map. There was a clearing a few miles from Wellsburg. There was nothing of note there as far as the maps showed. But something seemed strange about the area. It almost looked like it had been edited.

It may be nothing. But with all the weirdness with the GIW, and her hacked computers, and the kids disappearance, and ghosts, it warnented looking into.

—-

“Are you sure about this? You know what Tucker said.” Danny said.

“I know. But just because he caught someone looking into the GIW in Gotham doesn’t mean the whole city is unsafe. Maybe the Bats just came across something online.” Jazz said.

“Yeah, but then Tucker asked Technus to help and according to Tucker, Technus melted their servers! Whoever it was is going to be even more interested now!”

“In the GIW though not us. And…” Jazz hesitated, closing her eyes for a moment. “We need help. You’re hurt, and we don’t have anywhere else to go. Babs was nice, and you sensed her honesty. If there’s any chance she might help…”

Danny sighed. He could tell Jazz was on the verge of crying again. And what she said was true. They were currently hiding in Wellsburge, but it wouldn’t be long before their parents arrived looking for them. They couldn’t go to Aunt Alicia, their parents would check there, and they didn’t know about any other family. 

Danny needed to keep Jazz safe. It was his fault they were running. And he had sensed only good intent from Barbara. 

“Ok. we can call her.”

“Thank you.” Jazz pulled him into a hug. “We’ll be okay. I’ll keep you safe.”And I’ll keep you safe, Danny thought, hugging her back.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

First meetings between the Chief and the Drake

Tim honesty doesn’t know why he has to work with The Chief (or whatever the hell he’s called back in good ol’ Fawcett)

Why does an entire pseudo family of magic users even have a tech guy??

“They have useful information on the group were dealing with Tim,” rang-out Oracle’s heavily disguised voice. Ready for further hide her identity behind the screen to his left for when the expected Marvel finds his way to the Bat-cave. “With all the magic issues we already have to power through without outside assistance I think its nice we have more to rely on than just Zatanna or Jason whenever they’re in town.”

Tim fidgeted in the Bat-chair, swishing the tea Alfred made for him earlier in his mug. “I know but the whole family is a deck of wild cards, how do six people capable of taking on Superman on an off day just pop out of the woodwork with no history other than ancient the kind Babs?” Tim took another once over of the cave security cams and aerial footage of the manor’s surroundings, “We only found out about the rest of the family two weeks ago because of that shitty Luthor-Sivanna team up, Cap has a whole team hidden away in his city or that Rock place he mentions once in a blue moon and he never mentioned there being more of him.” Tim flew his empty hand up in the air, “and now Bruce is pulling his hair out trying to research what his now a minor pantheon of ‘heroes that are probably weird ass new gods’ and is going grey-er than normal finding nothing!”

At the end of that mini rant Tim could feel the disinterested, patient look from behind Barbra’s monitor, “Got the bats out of the cave now?”

“Is that some kind of family saying?” Questioned a voice from the nearby medical platform, The Chief had bypassed cave security at some point unknown to Tim.

Good god Bruce needs some anti magic runes or something…

“Oh!” The man startled when Tim head snapped to his direction, hovering in front of the door of a containment room or when they need to hold someone infected with anything from new fear gas to a zombie virus.

Why is he just floating there? Shouldn’t he be by the elevator or the Zetta tube if he just got here?

“Sorry, I’m uh- heh,” he hovered down closer to the Bat-computer, one hand rubbing his neck nervously and the other in mock surrender. “Cap said I needed to pop by to pass on what we know on Dionysian cult practices and what the stuff you guys found exactly does?”

There was a tense moment, one normally shared between vaguely Batman like heroes and vaguely Superman like heroes. Where one looks the other over studying for the slightest hint of evidence to their theories in everything about them, their form, the choice in costume design, the body language, to even the slightest hair out of place. All done in a fraction of a second to not force the subject of the inspection into trying to hide anything after the fact, all while the other acts so painfully normal and human that it throws every speculation out the window. Too nervous in the face of a mortal man to be anything approximating an immortal being or god, but proven to be far too strong to be anything but.

His proclaimed older brother wiped the floor with a Superman infected by red kryptonite. He broke the man of steels arm and bruised multiple ribs subduing him so that he wouldn’t knock down another building. The Captain had been able to catch up to and outrun Wally when a bomb got strapped to his wrist and disarmed it while still flying faster than the man could run. None of the Marvels have documented limits in all the battles they’ve joined the league on, short of the minor annoyance of a magical attack. One of them is the dictator of a small country. They pop in and out of existence for superhero duties on a whim. Good god Bruce why did you have to rub this specific paranoia onto me?

“I’m going to hazard a guess and say our magic friend has arrived?” Oracles distorted voice snapped him from staring the lanky hero down, just now noticing the outstretched hand waiting to shake his. Turning back to the monitor Tim replied a curt, “He’s here.” Ignoring the childishly dejected look of the possibly thousands years old or freshly spawned being of magic to his right.

“So,” the hero in grey clapped his hands, “I can just upload the data we’ve got on them to the Bat-Computer here and just head out for you guys to do your, uh, Bat…thing?”

“That would be be-”

“Do you have the files physically on hand, on a drive, or on another device we’ll have to link to the computer?” Oracle interjected, startling both men.

“Oh, uh, well…” he began flexing and un-flexing his fingers, “I can literally kinda just, well I can basically upload everything I know in my head to what you’ve got here?” Probably realizing how odd even that sounded he rushed to clarify, “I-I’m basically like a magic technopath or whatever it's called, I can talk to machines and control them to a degree. Not like flinging keyboards with my mind or talking politics with a toaster levels of talk but I can just y’know,” he gestured between his head and the many screens, “Take what's up here that you need and put it in here?”

The man gave a unsure and lopsided grin, as if hearing how near absurd it sounded to have the ability to mix two polar systems together so seamlessly to be as simple as a data transfer between a computer and a human maybe human mind with magic. A force that has famously never worked well with modern machines or technology without major repercussions or those machines fusing with the person trying to mix them, the closest they’ve gotten that doesn’t instantly mutate the user or straight up explode is when Cyborg connects to New Gods Tech and even then its a gamble of if he can do anything with it or if it will infect him with some kind of virus.

He’s nervous mentioning it but he has an air of confidence like hes done this before, but also as if its common knowledge for him but something to withhold from Red Robin. Tim wonders if this is a universal power for his “family” but replays how he phrased it in his mind, he only said “I” and not “we”, it’s most likely a power specific to him or only he’s been able to master.

[delucadarlingwriting]

For the kisses ask! Barbie/Kira for 54, Meantán/Fi for 47, Fi/Emmrich for 31? Whichever tickles your fancy!

You spoil me <3

I had the best of intentions on doing all three, but I'll have to save the last one for another time.

Barbie/Kira for 54: sleepy kisses

The Wayhaven Chronicles, Book 3, In the SUV after the auction

All things considered, it wasn’t the worst night of Kira’s life. Sure, she was mind whammied in a cell for most of the night and Barbie was almost bled dry in front of an audience, but despite it all, she’s okay. Barbie’s okay.

She lets out a low, deep breath of relief and rubs at her throat, which Murphy had once nearly ripped out. There’s still some scarring there, but thankfully no one had pressed too hard for details when she said she’d rather not talk about it. Verda and Tina still throw her desperately worried looks from time to time, but it’s fine. It’ll be fine.

The SUV finally draws to a stop after what feels like an eternity. Ava meets Kira’s eye in the rearview mirror, before adjusting it to look more closely at Barbie. Barbie, whose head is resting on Kira’s shoulder, sound asleep. The height difference means she’s practically folded herself to manage it, but every time Kira had tried to rouse her Barbie had just limply smacked at her and grunted.

“I can get her inside,” Kira assures the commanding agent. Ava nods and kills the engine.

“Good work tonight,” she says, addressing the team as a whole. Farah pops up from the third row, grinning.

“Yeah, good job bashing the auctioneer over the head and dragging him straight over to us, Kiki,” Farah says. Kira’s cheeks flush up and she waves her off.

“Well, someone had to stop him,” she mutters. She’s not prone to violence usually, but she can’t lie and say she didn’t get any satisfaction out of knocking that awful man out. The number of people he hurt…Plus, he’d put his slimy hands all over Kira’s wife and that just won’t stand.

On Kira’s other side, Morgan chuckles. “Just wish I could’ve seen it.”

“I think you mean you wish you could have been there to help Kira?” Nate suggests from the front seat. Morgan blinks.

“No, I wanted to see Kira beat a guy up,” she says. Nate sighs.

Ava shakes her head, squeezes his thigh, and says, “Everyone is on a break for the next day at least. Let’s go get some rest.”

Nate melts, throwing her a loving look before moving to do just that. Morgan follows suit, Farah throwing herself over the back of the second row seats to follow her out. Ava gives Kira one more look before stepping out. Kira feels a burst of fondness for all of them. She loves this team.

With that though, Kira is left alone with Barbie in the dark cab of the SUV. She takes Barbie’s hand, toying with the stack of rings on her finger. They’d gotten married pretty quick after college. Probably too quick by most standards. Neither of their careers had really taken off at that point and they were broke as a joke. It had taken months for Kira to scrape together the funds to pay for the engagement ring. It’s probably the least flashy part of Barbie’s outfit, but she’d insisted on wearing it anyway.

Leaning up, Kira nuzzles against Barbie’s jaw. Again, she gets smacked and grunted at.

“Babs, come on, we’re home,” Kira says. Barbie rouses a bit then.

“Home?” she asks, rubbing at her eye and smearing already smeared makeup. She’s a complete mess now, after everything, but Kira still can’t help but find her stunning.

“Well, the warehouse,” Kira corrects. It’s not the house, but it’s a home of sorts. Both of them have grown more comfortable there over time. Barbie hums and tugs Kira closer to nuzzles against her neck. Her long eyelashes flutter against Kira’s skin and she squeaks, writhing. “Nooo, that tickles!”

Barbie gives a low chuckle at that. “Mm, but you’re so warm, my dove.”

“Let’s go be warm inside,” Kira insists, batting at Barbie until she relent. When she pulls back, she’s smiling down at Kira before turning to hide a yawn behind her hand.

“Not a bad idea. Ugh, I don’t want to shower,” Barbie whines, as she gets out of the car. Kira follows quickly, able to manuever better than Barbie can thanks to the Agency suit she’d put on. Poor Barbie had broken a heel at some point and is now walking around barefoot, except for the light covering of pantyhose.

“You’ll be really upset if we get in bed dirty,” Kira reminds her. Barbie loops their arms together as they head inside.

“I know,” she says. “So you’ll have to make it all up to me.”

Kira lets out a surprised laugh. “Me? What in the world did I do?”

“You didn’t wake me up with a kiss,” Barbie replies with a sniff. Kira bites down on a smile.

“Ah, of course.” She tugs them to a stop. “Then let me fix that now.”

It’s adorable how giddy Barbie gets about kisses, even now. She leans in slightly as Kira goes up on tiptoe to bring their mouths together. Barbie hums softly, sliding a hand behind Kira’s skull to cradle it. All the tension left in Kira melts away and she nearly sways when her heels hit the ground again.

“I really should have woken you up with a kiss,” Kira says. Barbie gives her a smug smile.

“Don’t forget this tomorrow morning,” she says. Then, looking up at a rapidly lightening sky, corrects herself with, “Or rather this morning.”

“Of course,” Kira says, snuggling up close.

***************************************************************

Meantán/Fi for 47: tummy kisses

Dragon Age: Veilguard, The Lighthouse

“Good morning, my princess. How are you doing this morning?” Fi asks, kicking the door to their bedroom closed. From the bed, Meantán groans and throws an arm across her eyes, her long, red curls splayed out against the pillows like a flaming halo.

“Who can even tell what time it is here? There’s always light.” she grouses. Fi laughs, shaking their head. Their wavy brown hair tickles just below their chin now. What with the world going to absolute shit, there hasn’t been time for a haircut. With their free hand, they rub at their jaw; they could use a shave too.

Later though. For now, they have better things to focus on.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fi leans over to press a kiss to Meantán’s forehead. She moves her arm just enough to peer at them over it.

“We don’t even have a window in here,” Fi reminds her. Then, looking over at the ocean of fish on the other side of the glass wall says, “Well, a window that looks into the actual Fade at least.”

“I can still tell,” Meantán says.

“So I take it you didn’t sleep then,” Fi says, worry fluttering through them. Meantán’s been having a rough time of it, more than most. She shrugs and cups their cheek in her hand.

“I rested enough.” Her gaze drops to their jacket, specifically their pocket. “What did you bring me?”

“Who says I have anything for you?” Fi grins when she pinches their cheek. “Alright, perhaps I did bring you something.”

“Where from?” Meantán asks. What with having nearly opposite sleep schedules, they tend to spend their time apart using Solas’ eluvian to explore the world.

“Rivain,” Fi replies. They pull out a large, round fruit from their pocket. “It’s a mango. We get them in Treviso sometimes. Have you had one before?”

“I’ve seen them,” Meantán says, sitting up with interest in her eyes. “I can’t say I’ve eaten one though.”

“Not surprising, for a dog lord. It’s pretty colorful after all,” Fi says, earning a smack to the arm that makes them laugh.

“Do I have to peel it myself?” Meantán asks, pouting slightly. Fi coos and rests a hand on her stomach. Though Meantán has reported feeling movement, Fi will have to wait a few weeks more for that.

“They’re a bit too juicy to do that here,” they admit. “I was coming to see if you’d join me for breakfast. Or I can cut it and bring it back in here.”

Meantán practically throws the blankets off herself. “Absolutely not, I’m sick of laying in bed.”

Fi laughs and watches as she slides off the mattress. She’s long and lean, and though she’s been disappointed by her lack of a baby bump, it’s certainly made moving around easier than it would be otherwise. Fi can’t help but be grateful it isn’t painting a huge target on her back. This isn’t exactly the best of times to be starting a family, but the moment they were both aware of it, they couldn’t turn back.

Life waits for no one and nothing. Not even megalomaniac elvhen gods.

Meatan give a long, luxurious stretch, her shirt (Fi’s shirt, they’d been wondering where it got to) riding up to expose her stomach. Without even thinking about it, Fi reaches out to pull her closer. She makes a curious noise, then smiles when she realizes what’s caught their attention.

“You didn’t say good morning,” she points out. Fi lets out a short huff.

“Good morning, little one,” they say. They hold the hem of the shirt up, then lean in to press a soft kiss to Meantán’s stomach. She giggles.

“Fi, you’re too fuzzy for that, it tickles,” she says, reaching down to rub at their jaw. They lean into the touch happily.

“Breakfast and a shave it is then,” they replies in a happy murmur. With a finger hooked under their chin, Meantán tilts their head back and leans down to catch their mouth in a slow, soft kiss.

“Breakfast, bed again, and then a shave,” she says. When they lift an eyebrow, she adds, “You were gone all night. I missed you.”

Fi shakes their head; she certainly missed part of them. Not that they aren’t delighted to oblige.

“Anything her highness wishes,” they reply, earning a fond eyeroll before Meantán tugs them to their feet and starts dragging them for the door.

[star-realities]

What are YOUR friends like? I’m dying to know!!! Not really dying of course I can wait until you meet them if you haven’t yet although technically you have and just can’t remember or haven’t experienced yet-Very tangled thing that is isn’t it? 🤭 If you haven’t which ones are you meeting? If you want we can even trade!!! I’ll tell you about mine too!!! I think you know them at least a teeny tiny bit already but it could be fun! ❤️⚡️

I don’t really… have many friends in my Bat DR hahah but I WILL talk about the fam

Also please share yours I’d love to hear it!!

Cassandra Cain

I love her SO much. Sweetest girl. Baddest of bitches. WILL kick your ass.

We do ballet together, and we patrol together :)

Stephanie Brown

STEPH!!!! She’s great. Not enough words. Amazing, showstopping, incredible.

We have a particularly close bond because I trained her to be a vigilante!

Barbara Gordon

Honorary big sister. Babs is everything I wish I could be. The OG. The COOLEST person ever.

She’s the one I go to about everything, the one I seek out if I need to vent, chat, laugh, cry, or just sit there in silence.

Jason Todd

We are attached at the mfin HIP. Trauma-bond and all that. He didn’t die so he’s not as angsty but wow can he still be insufferable (lovingly)

We were the only two kids in the family for a while (besides Damian but he was much younger) and we were both Robins so, obviously we became besties. My ride or die. We DO have a book club.

Dick Grayson

BEST brother someone could ask for.

Funny. Kind. Annoying in the best ways.

He saved me as a kid, so honestly? Can do no wrong in my eyes (/j). When I was younger he’d always take me to see the teen titans, and he teach me circus tricks.

Honestly just the coolest guy.

Tim Drake

Funny asf in that dry sorta way. Smart. PETTY AS SHIT, DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. Also someone please get that damn zesti cola away from him.

Did i know he used to follow us on patrol? Yes. Did HE know that I knew? No. I talked to him once but let him think he’d gotten away with his dumbass disguise. I’d kinda watch out and make sure he didn’t get too close to danger, but I thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t snitch to batman.

Duke Thomas

Do not let anyone make you think he’s the normal one he’s just as weird as the rest of us. He’s just better at hiding it lmao.

LOVE this kid! He’s the greatest. Sometimes I’ll join him on a daytime patrol if the previous nights patrol hadn’t been too rough.

Damian Wayne

Babey. Talia took him from the league wayyy earlier so he’s not as much of a little gremlin but he has his moments.

I ADORE this kid. He isn’t Robin right now, but wow it’s impossible to get him out of the cave so he’s an honorary team member atm.

I don’t really have any friends outside the family atm, I’m just gonna let it play out once I get there yk?

(Also I am aware there are more members of the Batfam…. So many… I will get to them okay these are just the ones I’ve got scripted for now lol)

[bat-of-fam]

Dick has done it more times than the rest of the Robins. And, even then, it's an amount you can count on one hand. (As Nightwing, anyway.)

He's pretty open with his battle status because it's useful for the team that he stays alert and in fighting shape so when he realizes he's bleeding from multiple stab wounds, he immediately updates whoever's on the otherside of the comm.

Obviously he follows it up with I'm fine, I'm just checking in, and the famous I can manage but thanks for the offer: which everyone knows usually ends in a catastrophe involving several new scars and lots of bandages if no one steps in. Which Babs talks to him about.

So, okay, he refuses be a burden, it's really bad this time--he yells into the comm. "Dad, I--I might need help here--"

The weapons in his hands are sluggish, but as he's running out of breath (probably out of blood), the shadow of the Bat comes swooping down from whatever building he was fighting on.

Tim did it once, on a particularly bad day, when Bruce was in one of his moods and he looked like he's about to throttle someone probably Jason because that's who he was arguing with and also threatening to send back into the grave just to ressurect him again, Dick just throws up his hands and goes "Bruce, stop."

But when it starts to get physical, and personal, and Bruce isn't listening--when Tim is slowly backing away into a corner because it's too loud and it's too much it's: "Dad, stop."

I'm scared, he leaves out.

Bruce freezes instantly.

Tim doesn't realize he's shaking--doesn't realize he has his hands in his hair and his knees tucked under his chin. He doesn't think it's gotten them to stop, so he keeps muttering "Dad, stop." under his breath, and maybe he blurs the lines between Jack and Bruce until Bruce kneels in front of him and takes him into his arms.

Damian says "Father."

Never Bruce, never Dad.

Until once, just once, he'd had to be put on high dose pain meds. Yes, he'd insisted that he didn't need them and that he'd been through worse--but truth be told, it was because he hadn't mastered proper control over what he says or does not say under the influence of pain meds. (He blames it on his Grandfather's faulty training. While his pain tolerance was admirable due to lack of meds, they hadn't prepared for what would happen if he was dosed with them.)

He has a nightmare of something going through his chest. Something sharp, and metallic. It leaves a gaping hole through him and keeps going--keeps pushing through muscle and sinew and--"DAD!"

(He vehemently denies this in the days to come, and threatens to cut anyone who dares to mention it again. Even Father.

Tim hides the footage of Bruce combing through Damian's hair and shushing him like a child. He is one.)

Jason.

Jason has done it a grand total time of one.

He doesn't ask Bruce to kill the Joker.

Tears in his eyes, pleas on his lips, "Please. Please Dad. Please tell me why."

and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.

hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.

but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you

“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me

“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.

[a-sour-nectarine]

A babysitter's guide to the bats: by Jason Todd

If, for any reason, I am not in Gotham, here's what you will need to know to keep the local bat population from killing themselves off.

Tim has to be fed and watered daily.

Do not leave Cass alone for more than 36 hours, you might find half the world's governments systematically dispatched if you do.

Damian needs to be hugged at least once every two days. He will not ask for these hugs, but Robin starts getting real close to murder if he doesn't get affection, and a murdery Robin is something Bruce and Tim cannot deal with right now.

Bruce can hypothetically take care of himself, but won't unless it's easy. Make sure the cave is stocked up on energy bars and protein shakes. He likes dark chocolate best.

Do not let Dick forget to sleep. He gets acrobat-y when tired, and if he breaks one more chandelier Alfred might actually quit.

Cass forgets to eat real food sometimes. She can no longer survive off tree bark, but will try anyway. Leave some blackberries outside her room or on the bench below the maple tree in the back and she will eat those instead.

Make sure Steph spends time with Alfred. They both get lonely without their bi-weekly tea and gossip hour.

DO NOT LET DUKE RUN MISSIONS. HE FORGETS THAT THE REST OF THE TEAM IS MORTAL.

Keep an eye on Babs, she has the means to dismantle every intelligence agency in the U.S. and is very close to finding a motive.

Sometimes Bruce and Tim forget that they run a company. Make sure they read their emails every once in a while, the board is ruthless and can smell weakness.

Tim is allergic to walnuts. He doesn't remember this. There is an EpiPen in the hall closet.

The no-metas-in-Gotham rule does not extend to Diana Prince. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You couldn't actually get rid of her if you tried. There is no Wonder Woman contingency plan. Don't look for it.

Titus has to be fed while Damian is at school.

Always make sure Red Robin has his third backup rebreather. He's recently decided he has a death wish.

Batcow is NOT allowed in the manor. If Damian tries to convince you she is, he is lying.

Selina will try to kidnap Damian or Tim. Let her, unless it's both at the same time.

If something smells like smoke, do not investigate on your own.

Do not let Duke drag you into a parkour contest. You will lose your dignity and maybe a finger.

If Tim falls asleep anywhere but the couch or his bed, wake him. We're trying to train his subconscious into taking care of him.

Bruce needs two hours of sunlight a day. The easiest way to trick him into it is getting Tim to play catch with him. It triggers his dad instincts.

Never agree to play hide and seek with Cass. You will never find her.

If Steph comes to collect Damian for "an ice cream date," she knows something you don't. Her big sister intuition is flawless. Send him with a couple hundred in cash and a can of mace.

The rest of the family:

Steph | Tim | Babs | Cass | Bruce | Duke | Dick | Damian

[meetmymouth]

out in the heartland : harry styles

summary: it’s harry’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him word count: 6k warnings: daddy kink, pegging, anal fingering & rimming

“Love, can you get us more crisps,” Harry calls from where he’s seated on the floor, a Playstation console in hand.

It’s another lockdown Monday where they turn Mitch and Sarah’s spacious living room into a gaming room slash studio– according to Mitch, bowls of crisps, cheese platters, wine glasses and other snacks decorating every surface as they play anything and everything from FIFA to Fortnite until their brains are too foggy and they can’t move their fingers properly due to alcohol in their systems.

Sarah and Mitch were kind enough to let them both quarantine at theirs for a while, and it’d been so much fun, spending time with Mitch and Sarah, cooking together, watching films and going on walks, and overall having a great time with their friends. As much as it was just another Monday in lockdown, it was a special one with today being Harry’s 27th. They’ve already cut his cake, one she’d made herself -and Sarah helping with the piping– decorated with maraschino cherries and sprinkles, and they’ve been spending the night drinking posh wine and screaming at each other while Harry and Mitch played FIFA.

With two bowls filled with more crisps, she makes her way back to the living room with a smile on her face as Mitch and Harry keep going on and on about the game, and Sarah teasing them both, asking whether they’d get a divorce soon since they’ve been arguing back and forth like an old, married couple.

They pause the game as Mitch says her name, “did you see the card Jeff sent Harry for his birthday?” He’s smirking as he takes another sip of his wine, and Harry throws a piece of cheese at him, earning a glare from the long-haired man.

“Not yet, what is it?”

“Jeff being a dickhead as per. He sent me a card, it’s between my book, there,” he gestures at his book on the sofa with his head.

She grabs the thick book, turns the pages until she finds the card with ease, and she feels her heart drop for some reason, eyebrows furrowing and palms starting to sweat as she turns to Harry. He’s watching her with a grin on his face, the others already laughing at what’s in front of the card as she takes it in her hands to inspect the shiny birthday card.

“’Happy pegging birthday’” she reads out loud with a monotonous voice. “Uh… okay. That’s– very funny.”

“He’s just being stupid,” Harry laughs, running a finger thorugh his hair. He sits up, mouth full of crisps, and extends his hand for her to hold. “Come here, let me feed you cheese.”

“Okay… uh, nice card.”

“I mean, I love you, Sarah, but–” Mitch starts, mouth full, and Sarah cuts him off with a glare.

“Do not finish that sentence,” she points the wine glass at him as the sounds of cackling follow behind.

They all laugh… except her.

It’s funny. It is. And she loves them, loves laughing with them. But now, with the card Harry labelled as ‘stupid’ in hand and a fancy, pink box with Harry’s name on it waiting for them, waiting for him upstairs, on the bed they’d been sharing since the beginning of lockdown, she can’t help but feel stupid, too.

Was that a bold move? Was she being too brave, or… stupid? Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but let a pang of shame and sadness engulf her for a moment, before Harry’s silky voice pulls her away from her thoughts. She accepts the hand extended and sits next to him on the floor, card now forgotten on the sofa, and she tries to occupy both her mind and hands with Sarah’s fluffy cat, giving his little head tiny pets as Harry rubs her back as if it would get rid of the tension she was feeling.  

“You okay,” he brings his mouth close to her gear and whispers, then presses the gentlest, softest kiss on her ear. “D’you need anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, H.”

It’s not until 2AM that everyone decides to go up to their rooms, not even batting an eye at the mess they made as they make their way upstairs with promises to clean everything in the morning. Now that she knows the box is there, on the bed where Harry can easily detect as soon as they open the door, her stomach begins growling but not because she’s hungry, but because she’s feeling anxious, and ashamed.

She has to do something.

“Hey, um…” she begins, stopping them both in front of the guest room they’d been occupying. “Could you– could you bring me water, I forgot to take my meds today.”

“Baby…” Harry says, hand going up to her cheeks to stroke there for a moment. “I thought you had an alarm… I filled your water bottle this morning and put it on the bedside table, come on.”

“No– Harry…”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I am, I just want fresh water.”

“Are you– are you serious?”

“Yes,” it comes out as a question rather than an answer and she bites her bottom lip, feeling uneasy under Harry’s curious gaze.

“You’re being kinda weird.”

“I’m not being weird!”

“Is there something you’re hiding from me?” He says with eyebrows furrowed and hand on his hip. “In the bedroom, in particular?”

“Don’t be silly.”

And as soon as he turns away, she knows she’s done for. It’s too late. She’s fucked. Everything’s fucked, she thinks, and he will hate her. Will never want to see her face again and probably ask her to leave as soon as possible since he won’t be able to look at her ever again without being reminded of her disgusting “gift”.

He goes in, of course he does, and she can’t help but close her eyes for a few moments before she joins him, hands sweaty and heart beating like there’s no tomorrow. She finds him near the bed, eyes focused on the box sitting in the middle of the bed, and she looks up when he does, finding him giving her a bright, heart-clenching smile as the dimple gets wider.

“Well, what’s this then, bab?”

His socked-feet makes a comforting noise on the carpeted floor, and he stops when he reaches where she’s standing, hands immediately finding her hips to bring them closer.

“Harry, please don’t open it,” it’s pathetic, she thinks, how desperate and anxious she sounds. Though, she can’t help but close her eyes when Harry’s hand finds the back of her neck as he strokes there with his thumb. “Don’t open it. It’s just silly. It’s a joke.”

“Baby, breathe. What are you even talking about, hm? Why are you– oh my god, darling, you look like you’re having a panic attack. You’re sweating, are you…” he squeezes her flesh gently, then guides her to the bed. “Hey, look at me– look. I’m not going to open it unless you want me to. Do you really not know me? I would never do anything you don’t want me to. Who do you take me for, hm?” It’s so gentle, his voice, it’s like honey is dripping down his mouth and she can’t help but watch the way his pink lips move. “Baby. Look at me. I love you. You’re so special to me, you’re my whole world. I won’t open it– I won’t, I promise. C’mere, babs.”

“I love you too,” she sniffs once, twice, then rubs her eyes.

“Wanna go to sleep... hm? Come on, bab, let’s go to sleep.”

Nights chase each other away, Tuesday kisses Wednesday and Thursday is spent with laughter and too much smoke and Friday finally arrives and it’s like a breath of fresh air, but she also thinks it’s due to the open windows and fresh flowers in the spacious kitchen. The box, containing the cursed gift of hers is forgotten, placed under their bed besides their suitcases, and everything feels normal. Almost too normal. So, she does what most people would do: look for ‘trouble’.

When Harry’s in the shower, she gets the box out and sits on the bed as she thinks about what to do with it. But, apparently, the stillness of the room was too good to be true as Harry emerges from the ensuite, hair still dripping-wet as he adjusts the robe, eyes immediately finding what she’s got in front of her, and the box that is now open, and a black leather piece hanging from the not-so-tall box.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he’s testing the waters, she knows. His eyebrows are furrowed, only slightly, and mouth slightly parted. “What are you doing, darling?”

It’s not a threat, nor asked with the intention of intimidating her. Alas, she feels threatened.

“I…”

“What is it?”

She sighs, feeling the cold sweat dripping down her back, and finally gives up. “See for yourself,” the box is thrust into his hands, and she leaves the room, leaving behind a confused, semi-naked man and a very expensive looking strap-on.

It’s not another fifteen minutes until Harry comes downstairs dressed in only a pair of joggers, and finds her on the sofa as she chews on her thumb –a bad habit really– while reading one of Harry’s books. He walks up to her with a tiny smile on his face, and curls into her side, resting his head in the crook of her neck as he breathes in the sweet smell and the now all too familiar fabric softener.

He waits for her to speak first, not wanting to upset her further, but all she does is sit there, and pretend to read until Harry lets out a sigh, and presses a brief, gentle kiss to her jaw.

“Can we talk?” He says, hands now resting on her thigh as his thumb strokes the skin there.

She sighs too, and fidgets under his gaze. “Not really.”

“Why not, though? We’ve been together for years. Why are you so scared of me, hm? Have I ever done something to make you feel like you can’t be honest with me?”

“No, it’s just embarrassing to me, Harry. And… seeing that card. And you calling it… stupid. I just feel like an idiot, please stop.”

Harry sighs, his breath hitting the side of her face. “Look at me. Look–” he reaches and touches her jaw. “I love you. I’m madly in love with you. The kind that keeps me up at night. The kind that makes my heart hurt in the best possible way. I’m so gone, baby, so fucking gone for you. You got me. I can’t leave, now, I’d never want to,” he presses his forehead to the side of her jaw, the damp skin feeling cold against her flesh. “Jeff on the other hand… can we not talk about him when I have these– these images in my head. Of you. Wearing that.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad but too bad, I feel like shite and am so fucking embarassed, you don’t get it.”

“I do, I fucking do and I’m trying to tell you how much I’d love it if you fucked me in the ass. Now, you either come upstairs and finish what you started, or–”

They’re both startled when Mitch enters the living room and drops the book in his hand.

He looks up at them, clearly not phased, and they both notice the AirPods in his ears as he kneels down and grabs his book, giving them one last look before disappearing outside to join Sarah in the garden. Harry though, he lets out a chuckle and turns to her, dimple tugging at his cheek, and extends his arm to caress her cheek.

“Come upstairs, baby.”

He says it easily, words rolling off his tongue, just like that, and she does. Of course she does because what else was she to do? She lets him take her hand in his, interlocking their fingers as he guides them up the stairs. Once inside the room, the door is closed, locked, and Harry takes the time to walk towards the window to close the curtain, and she can’t help but stare at his long, beautiful fingers over the soft cotton. Other than the thick, silver band on his middle finger, his fingers are ring-free, and despite adoring his soft, pretty fingers with his equally pretty rings, there’s just something so soft, cosy and familiar about Harry without rings.

He catches her staring because, of course he does. He sees her. Every movement of her eyes, trembling lips, shaky fingers, scrunch of her nose; he sees it all. And now, he walks towards her, a big grin tugging at his lips as he stops right in front of her, both of them aware of the box sitting on the bed but neither of them say anything as they hold each other’s gaze.

And just like that, she feels like she can finally breathe properly when she’s being pulled into his chest, hands finding their place on each side of her head as he starts peppering kisses to her face, first her forehead, then nose, and at last, his plump lips find their way to the place they know by heart, her lips.

It’s not rushed, not at all, Harry thinks they have all the time in the world so he takes his time with her. He knows it’s impossible, foolish even, but he swears he can see the marks his tiny but lustful kisses are leaving behind when he briefly opens his eyes. They’re everywhere on her beautiful face, from her lips to the corner of her mouth, chin, the side of her jaw.

“How do you want me,” he mumbles and it’s an uttered promise, somehow submissive though not completely, but also one that is full of love, trust.

She freezes for a moment, hands still on his neck, holding each other’s gaze and she watches as Harry walks to the bed, and he grabs the box. The shape of the object in his hands feels unfamiliar to the eye, the dazzling, hot pink dildo at the front makes them both swallow in anticipation and she knows Harry is clueless about what his next move should be.

It certainly wasn’t their first time trying out things in the bedroom. They were both ‘kinky’, as some would call it, they liked rough sex, the kind that left bruises and marks behind, but never anything like this. Sure, she did give him a rim job a few times, his darker, puckered hole made her mouth water and she wanted nothing more than to get on her knees and kiss and lick the flesh until Harry was a mess, coming in long spurts. He loved having his ass licked, he loved sitting on her face, with his big cock stuffing her warm, tiny mouth as he forced her to take everything in, moving his ass back and forth across her mouth as she tried to lick every inch of the bitter flesh, wanting to please him, make him fall apart above her.

But, despite Harry letting her lick his ass could be considered as a vulnerability or submission to some, she was always his submissive. She loved it; they both loved it. She also knew today wasn’t the day she would give up on that submission. No, today was all about Harry, and what he wanted, how he wanted it, and it was about her giving it to him. So she gives him a tiny smile, hands reaching to grab the strap-on from his hands, and he watches with great intent, pupils dilated and mouth parted.

She swallows, and looks up at him with apprehension. “I want you to use me,” she lets out, a shaky breath following behind. “I want you to… I want you to do whatever you want with me. I know this,” her gaze falls to the pink dildo surrounded by black leather of the harness. “It’s something we haven’t done before, at least… fully–”

Harry giggles, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers. “Fully.”

“Shh. I’m just saying that… we haven’t done this before but I still want you to be in charge, at least… at least–”

“You want me to be the Daddy, hm? You still want Daddy to tell you what to do, how to fuck him? Y’gonna be my little fuck toy? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Yes,” her breath hitches at her throat. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You’re so good to Daddy, darling. Always spoiling me, always looking after me, taking care of Daddy… how’d I get so lucky?”

“Daddy deserves it,” she looks up, waiting for his command to get naked and she can see it in his eyes, the hesitant gaze as if he wants to make sure she’s okay still even though he’s the one who’s about to get fucked.

“Go on then,” he mutters, hands going to his own joggers as he lets them pool around his ankles. He reaches up, brushing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “Get naked for Daddy and put it on.”

And she does, oh, she does.

It doesn’t take long, considering she only has a ratty t-shirt on and a pair of joggers, and nothing underneath. It doesn’t come as a surprise to him, her forgoing underwear, but they both can’t help but hold each other’s gaze a minute longer. She notices the fiery look in his eyes, pupils now looking like a pair of black buttons as his bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth.

She lets her eyes wander, gaze travelling from each puffy nipple that are now beginning to harden, to the hair on his chest, then the hair that’s following his happy trail, all the way down to his cock. She feels her heart clench in lust at the sight of his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein following underneath, and she just wants to get down on her knees and put it in her mouth. She remembers him asking her whether to shave or not a couple of weeks ago, and the thick pubic hair surrounding his perfect cock makes her mouth water, feeling content that she’d told him not to touch any razors.

She looks up at him again, to see the expression on his face and he smiles, hand reaching for her.

“Come.”

She walks towards him, the strap-on in hand, and a tiny whimper leaves her mouth when her hand finds her boob, long fingers trapping her pebbled nipple between them as he twists the darker nub, once, twice, and he lets it go only to slap it, causing her to gasp as she quickly tries to suppress the noise with her palm pressing against her mouth. It stings, but doesn’t hurt. Not at all. In fact, it frustrates her despite the tingling, stinging feeling between her legs. She needs more. She wants more.

“Get this on and get on your knees,” he mutters, hand now on her neck as he squeezes briefly, watching as she gets the strap-on on and tightens the straps. “You’re gonna get Daddy’s cock nice and wet before you can fuck his ass. Understand?”

She pairs her quiet ‘yes’ with a nod, mind too hazy to actually look into Harry’s eyes as her shaky fingers fiddle with the harness. The clasps make a clicking sound, very satisfying to their ears, and she swallows, getting on her knees in front of him. Clean, soapy smell of his skin chafes the tip of her nose very gently and Harry begins playing with her hair, hands stroking the side of her face before one finds the back of her neck, bringing her towards his hard cock.

“Take it in your mouth,” his thumb presses hard on her bottom lip, as if to remind her who’s in control despite the foreign object she’s been supporting.

Her gaze wanders, taking in his thick, leaking cock, and with one hand steady on his meaty thigh, she brings the other to his balls, humming when she feels them tight already. The wrinkly skin of it is soft and not at all unfamiliar to her. So, she leans in to press a flat tongue against his balls, not missing the way Harry’s thighs jerk in response, and she then takes them into her mouth. She hums at the feeling in her mouth as she alternates between sucking and licking them and Harry lets out a quivering sigh above her, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of her mouth around him.

He lets out a his when her teeth grazes over the area lightly. “Fuck, babe. You like my balls?”

Of course, there’s no time to respond, nor the possibility of her forming coherent words since he’s literally balls deep in her mouth, so she proceeds to hum around him, a few hairs there tickling her nose and lips as she sucks. With a pop, she lets them go and darts out her tongue again, travelling the warm, wet muscle from underneath his cock, to the tip. It’s a deep, pink colour, shiny and smooth, so she can’t help but wrap her mouth around the tip, earning a quick jolt of his hips from Harry as the action takes him by surprise.

She looks up, and sucks the tip as if it’s an ice lolly, and the salty taste of his pre-cum fills the insides of her mouth, fingernails pressing harder into his meaty thighs, and she wishes she could see the mark her nails left behind on his tiger tattoo.

Series of ‘fuck’s and ‘shit’s leave his mouth as he guides her head down his cock, and as always, she obeys while taking him deeper and deeper, her warm saliva coating his thickness and she moans around his warm cock as she brings her hands to his ass. While still sucking, she squeezes there, fingernails digging into the perfect skin of his ass and he lets out a hiss first, then pulls her hair harshly before pressing her face down his cock, a shaky moan following as she takes him deeper, her throat welcoming the warmth and thickness of his cock like it always does.

“You’re such a cock slut for me, aren’t you? Can’t keep that mouth away from Daddy,” he pulls her away from his cock, hands immediately going to her mouth to smear the pre-cum and spit all over her mouth and chin. "You wanted to treat Daddy for his birthday, hm?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good girl, darling. Always spoiling me, making me feel so, so fucking good,” he squeezes one of her boobs, twisting the nipple between his fingers before his gaze falls to the strap-on and the dildo secured tightly to the harness. He gets on his knees. “Make me suck that cock.”

The words, they just sound so hot, so filthy coming out of his mouth, making her weak in the knees as she swallows, and she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing there once before it travels to the back of his head. She feels in control, having him on his knees, at her command even though he’s still somehow in charge, and it drives her crazy, having this gorgeous man all to herself. 

She watches him as Harry’s curious gaze takes the pink dildo in. She knew it wasn’t his first time sucking a cock, despite the one now in his face being silicone. So when he goes in easily with her hands pulling him closer, she can’t help but whine at the expression on his face, eyes glittering and plump lips parted as he takes the cock into his mouth.

He coats the pink silicone with his saliva, eyes shut as if he’s trying to concentrate on an important task, pink lips looking like they belong there, around a cock. They look so sinful, yet so perfect as he bobs his head up and down, talking the cock further into his mouth and she tries to guide him but she knows he doesn’t need it. He knows what he’s doing.

“You look so hot,” she manages to let out, words coming out as a hum, low and quiet, and he opens his eyes, eyelashes fluttering at the whispered compliment. “You look so good, Harry.”

He takes it out of his mouth briefly, a string of saliva making a bridge between his bottom lip and the dildo, and she reaches there, smearing it all over his bottom lip just like he did to her earlier as she loved seeing him dirty.

His pink tongue darts out and he wraps his lips around the finger on his bottom lip. “Gonna get me wet now?” He hums around her finger and she feels her pussy clench around nothing.

“Get on the bed.”

As Harry gets on all fours, ass in the air, her eyes wander to their lube on the nightstand. Ignoring the heat in her stomach, she sits on her knees behind Harry and touches his ass, fingers caressing the soft skin, touching the tiny mole there before she leans forward and presses a kiss there. It’s a peck, a sweet kiss that turns into more as her mouth opens, tongue flat against the warm skin as she sucks the flesh, causing him to let out a happy grunt.

He whispers her name, the excitement making her nipples tighten once again, but she moves her lips towards the crack, not wanting to stop.

“That’s it,” Harry groans, “Get Daddy wet before you put that cock in him.”

It’s a godly sight. Him on all fours, at her mercy, it was exquisite, intense, dirty. But she wanted to get him dirtier. With her hand parting one cheek, she bites her lip, noticing his rim, puckered and surrounded by little hairs, and all of a sudden, she can’t wait to get her mouth on him, to see the hairs get darker with her spit as he squirms under her touch.

She gets closer, a grin appearing on her face when he lets out quiet whines and whimpers, and she exhales a sigh into Harry’s milky flesh. Her tongue, hungry and hot, darts out to lick his rim briefly, just to get him wet before she uses her fingers. His cock, now a deeper shade of pink, hard and thick, is peeking between his legs, moving left and right from time to time whenever Harry or she moves, and she can’t help but reach there.

Harry sucks in a breath as her warm hand meets his hard cock, and she lets out a moan when she feels the thickness of it in her palm. It’s hot, so fucking hot, and the smooth skin of his cock is still damp, so she brings her thumb to his tip and smears the leaking pre-cum all over it, then drags her finger down to his balls and squeezes once.

His perfect mouth lets out a pained whimper when she lets go and focuses on the beautiful rim in front of her. She leans forward, both hands now parting his cheeks, and spits on his rim before flattening her tongue and lapping across Harry’s puckered hole. It’s not sweet, far from it actually, but the salty, bitter taste makes her even wetter as she keeps licking and sucking around his hole, satisfied when she hears him whimper and moan. Once it’s wet and the hairs around his rim get darker, she pulls away and licks a finger into her mouth, then grabs the lube from the bedside table and places it somewhere by Harry’s feet.

It’s fire, when she presses her middle finger into his hole, and Harry lets out a groan, her finger sliding in with ease with the help of her spit. “So tight,” she mumbles when Harry pushes his ass backwards only a little bit to match the tiny movements of her finger.

“Move faster,” Harry says, voice low. “Add another one.”

The lube is now in her hand as she brings it to where her finger is, takes it out, and allows a generous amount to coat the puckered area where her finger has been. Harry groans at the feeling, hole clenching around nothing, and she rubs the area with the same finger she’s been using, and presses it in before taking it out. This time, her middle finger is joined by her index as she fucks into his ass slowly, taking her sweet time while admiring the way he’s been taking her fingers. The skin makes wet noises, and she knows if they weren’t so worked up, they would have a giggle about it, just like they often do whenever one of them makes a questionable noise while having sex.

This time, though, the sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of his ass makes her go crazy, and she knows Harry feels the same when he lets out a loud grunt, pushing his ass back in sharp movements, in hopes of getting her to fuck him harder and deeper.

It goes on like that for a while, and they stop when he’s opened up enough, Harry’s rim now looking sore and pink. Once the dildo at her front is lubed up generously, she taps his ass once, making him turn his head back to look at her, eyebrows furrowed in question and mouth still parted due to the tingling feeling at the tip of his cock.

“Go ahead, baby,” he murmurs, gaze lowering. “Fuck Daddy’s ass. I’m ready,” his voice, hoarse and low, rings in her ears as she lifts the dildo up to his ass, his now-pink hole.

One hand holding the pink dildo from the base and the other resting on Harry’s back, she starts pushing it in, whines and hisses leaving his throat as soon as he feels the silicone tip. She watches as the tip digs into his ass, slowly and with effort despite all the lube, and she can’t help but bring her other hand to her boobs, squeezing once before she places it back on Harry’s ass. He’s a mess, sweat dripping down his back, and she knows he’s trying to keep quiet as neither of them would want to get caught by the other couple despite having the door locked.

“Fuck,” he grunts, head lowering.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” he whimpers, ass trying to clench around the dildo but it fails due to how big it is. “Keep going, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

She holds him by his love handles, fingernails digging into his milky, smooth skin as she moves her hips, the dildo now halfway in. With Harry moaning, she takes her time to admire how fucking hot he looks underneath her, with his ass filled with the pink dildo, and she sighs, continuing to fuck into his ass with the shiny dildo. It’s incredible how well he’s taking it, taking her, his puckered hole now a sore-pink, wet, and she feels like crying, not knowing how to handle what’s going on. She loves him. She loves him so fucking much, and she knows he does, too. She feels overwhelmed with love and hunger as she speeds up her hips, the dildo now fully inside him as she fucks his ass.

He gasps and jolts when the dildo presses right up to his prostate. “Fuckin’ hell. Please keep going, fuck Daddy hard. Fuck me, baby– god, I’m gonna cum soon. Keep going, keep fucking me,” he rasps.

“You’re taking it so well. You look so fucking good.”

“Oh fuck– it feels so good. Fuck me harder, come on, fuck me.”

Feeling brave, she presses her fingernails into his ass cheek, then lifts her hand, a loud smack landing on his left cheek and Harry hisses, fingers curling into the sheets as he lets out whimper after whimper. She watches as the dildo disappears into Harry’s ass, the pink mark on his ass becoming redder and angrier by the second and she decides to press her front against his back, laying down on him as she fucks into him deeper, nipples getting ridiculously hard as soon as they make contact with Harry’s sweaty back.

She finds it easier to fuck him in this position, and she likes that they’re much closer now, mouths searching for each other as he reaches behind and grabs her ass, squeezing hard as she keeps thrusting hard and deep. With kisses placed against his sweaty neck, Harry tries to turn his head to where hers is, and they meet in a rushed, teeth-clashing kiss, Harry’s tongue darting out to lick into her mouth, but missing in the end, and licking the corner of her mouth instead as she lets out a whine, hand searching for his cock that’s now trapped between his body and the sheets.

He helps her, lifts up his lower body and she starts moving her hand up and down on his hard cock, head resting on the crook of his neck as her hips move lazily. He’s so hard, and she knows he’s close by the sounds he’s making, his hips jerking forward from time to time as little ‘uh’s leave his mouth, and she wants to help him. She wants him to cum so bad. She wants to be the one making him cum so fucking hard.

“Are you gonna cum,” she whispers into his neck. “Please, baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you liked getting fucked.”

“God,” with cock still in her palm, he tries thrusting his hips forward to meet the strokes of her hand. “Please– I’m g’na cum so fuckin’ hard. You’re so fucking hot, so fucking good to me. Oh my god, baby, it hurts.”

“Yeah? It hurts?” She squeezes the base of his cock, then touches his balls briefly before continuing her strokes. “You’re taking it so well. Come on, Daddy. I need you to cum.”

“God, I’m– oh fuck. I’m gonna�� Make me cum. Come on, make Daddy cum.” 

She squeezes his cock once again, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. When he lets out a choked breath, she knows he’s coming. It’s hot, sticky, and so fucking dirty, the cum coating her palm, creating more lubrication as she keeps stroking him lazily, dildo still filling up his ass, and with a groan, Harry reaches behind to smack her ass.

They stay like that for a while, with her still inside him as he tries to catch his breath, and she proceeds to match their breaths to the clock on the wall, feeling completely spent but still frustrated since the pool of wetness between her folds seems to be intensifying every passing moment.

After a while, Harry clears his throat. “Are you a dream?” It’s soft, only a whisper, and sickeningly sweet.

“Hm?”

“You’re a dream. You’re unbelievable– I love love love you,” he sighs, voice breaking. It takes him a few seconds to complete his sentence.

“No, thank you. I hope… I hope you liked it?”

“Fucking loved it. What about you?”

“I did. You did so good,” she touches his sweaty hair. “But,” she starts, legs starting to feel sore. “I’m still so fucking wet.”

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry, sweet girl–” Harry reaches behind and strokes her hip. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Yes, please.”

The strap-on now on the floor, Harry takes his time to admire her soft features, the sweat on her forehead and messy strands of hair sticking to her face. She rubs her eyes, and lets out a yawn, but her other hand reaches blindly for Harry, and he smiles, the gesture leaving his chest, his heart heavy and hot and full of love. He lets her hold on to him as she keeps rubbing her eyes, then he links their fingers as she opens her eyes to find him staring.

She gives him a lazy smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“All right, Shakespeare… mhm, come here,” she pulls him closer by his love handles. “I love you. Happy birthday. Again.”

“I love you so much. How is it possible to want you this much, hm?” He mumbles against her sweaty neck, not caring about the bitter taste of her skin. He watches as her smile widens, eyes tired and sleepy. “There’s a halo in your mouth.”

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