#i don’t understand why him hitting kids or dick/jason/tim when they’re grown-up..

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves Shorts

Grave Talks

I hope you enjoy this little short about some of the graves in the SFiRS 'verse, and I hope you enjoy this little snapshot into Oswald's past.

Without further ado, on with the short.

It didn’t take long after it happened before Oswald Cobblepot was watching his friend be lowered into the ground. He had known Liuxian for a long time, longer than he would admit to anyone else, and couldn’t believe that she was gone.

Oswald and Liuxian, more commonly called Ozzy and Lucy, had been friends in high school, when they had both moved to town. Ozzy might have grown up down the road, in the next town over, but Liuxian had grown up in Shang Hai.

Ozzy had loved Lucy from the minute they met, two awkward twelve-year-olds who didn’t fit in with their peers. Lucy had been the one to push Ozzy into ornithology, noticing his love of birds and pushing him to take it further. Some would say that Lucy was the reason he became The Penguin but Ozzy liked to think that Lucy was the reason he was around for his chick.

Pere and Gale had silently been standing next to Oswald, letting him lose himself in his thoughts. They knew how hard it was for the man, as he had so few friends. They knew that he needed the time to reminisce as he watched his oldest friend go into the ground. Pere and Gale had never actually known Lucy, Ozzy and Lucy having had fallen out of touch when Lucy started working the streets and Ozzy started actively fighting against Batman.

Ozzy swore that Lucy would have loved the two of them, that she would have introduced the two to Thana as her aunts, just as Ozzy was her uncle.

Oswald turned away from his oldest friend, towards the two women who stood at his side through everything and with a smile offered them his hands. “Shall we go?”

The trio of birds walked out of the cemetery, their arms linked and Oswald’s head down as he left more than just his oldest and dearest friend behind, he left a good chunk of his very being in the cemetery too.

-*-*-*

Jason looked at his grave, a grimace on his face. “Did anyone even visit me here?”

Dick frowned and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I know I did a couple of times before I was shipped off to Jump City.”

Tim leaned against his brothers and nodded. “I visited once a week for a couple of months then it turned into once a month. I arranged for flowers to be delivered every week after the headstone was put in. I made sure the flowers were native flowers and that they rotate them according to when the flower blooms.”

“That’s really nice but also really weird Timbers.” Jason ruffled his brother’s hair and smiled. “We should probably get back before Kutlat Saghira drives the girls and Duke crazy.”

“Your kid? Drive anyone crazy?” Dick laughed as he dodged a hit aimed his way. “Jace, Baby Wing is a sweetheart. We love him, and all of us would do anything to help the two of you. He’s the next generation of this family.”

“Shut up Dickhead.” Jason pushed Dick’s shoulder before the three set off back towards the apartment. “It’s not just him. Mar’i and Jai and Irey, they’re the next generation too. The four of them? They’re this family’s future.”

“So what you’re saying is any children the rest of us have are the next generation of this family, even if they’re technically apart of the same generation as someone apart of this generation of the family.”

“Yes Timmy. Why? Are you thinking of having kids soon?” Dick smiled and laughed as Tim blushed bright red. “If you do decide to have kids, you’ll let someone know, right?”

Tim shrugged and looked at his older brothers. “Thanks, for being so understanding of my situation.”

“You’ll always be our little brother Replacement, no matter what anyone else has to say about the matter.” Jason slipped his arm around Tim’s shoulders and pulled him close. “You can tell us anything.”

“Thanks Jay.”

[crimenight-a]

happy father’s day to the man who might hesitate at the mention of the word “father” but is nonetheless one of the best mentors/parental figures in the dc universe. bending over backwards for these children and refusing to even consider himself as righteous for doing so just because “that’s what anyone should do for a kid.” there’s times where the large, intimidating batman will bend down to play/talk with a child or to cradle a baby in his arms— there’s really nothing more cute than that! so, as usual, we love bruce wayne!

[fearfulkittenwrites]

Gala and “I’m allergic to bullshit.”

Word count: 2244

Link for it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26180371

Notes: Hey! This was beta'd by @3ambird​ , who is an amazing sweetheart and improves evertything they touch. Thank you for the help!

Galas were never fun. Bruce had hated them as a kid, and hated them as teen, and he hates them as an adult. Still, he has to maintain appearances, so he always attends. And as his family grew, his kids were forced to attend as well.

Dick Grayson was particularly good at socializing. After he moved past his teenage rage, of course. He used to get in passive aggressive arguments with the rich CEOs and company owners all the time. He still does, but at least now he was good at it to the point where it almost couldn’t be recognized as an argument, instead of jumping on the necks of greedy millionaires that bought land out of poor people.

That was an interesting headline.

Jason sucked at galas. Soon enough, he figured out that if he started enough awkward conversations, people wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore. Especially the creepy single older women, pinching his cheeks and squeezing his biceps.

“Say, Claire, what’s your opinion on the alarming rate at which the bees are disappearing? They say that’s because of all the chemicals we put in our food.” He’d smile, carefully holding his glass. Bruce would struggle to hide his gasp, because Jason, that’s the owner of the highest earning pesticides company in the country.

“Well, Roger, I’m certain that the legalization of abortions would be a great thing, considering that now your mistresses won’t have to be sent overseas to terminate the unwanted preganancies you give them, right?” He’d say, and Bruce would nearly have a heart attack, because Jason, that’s the president of Gotham’s conservative party.

“Oh, you see, Sandra, I think that gay marriage should not only be legalized, but encouraged. If straight couples were to cease existing, then no more children would be born, and honestly, no one needs any more of those snotty gremlins running around, ruining perfectly good tapestry.” And Bruce would faint, because Jason, for God’s sake, that is the leader of the Gotham’s Motherhood Association.

Tim wasn’t all that bad. He could be social with a little effort, and he was far more used to galas than any of the other family members, having grown up attending them. Of course, all of that was only valid when he wasn’t sleep deprived, which, considering all he had on his plate, was roughly 32% of the time. When he was running on three hours of sleep and seven cups of caffeine a day, trying to finish a project, run his share of the Wayne Enterprises, and manage school work, he became a bit more irritable and impatient. And extremely impulsive. Which is mainly why Bruce asked Dick to stand by his brother through most of the night.

“We both know you’re his impulse control, Dick.” He said, adjusting his oldest son’s tie “Remember what happened the last time he was left unattended for fifteen minutes?”

“He got into an argument with a young Creationist and dunked his own head in an ice bowl after screaming ‘Fuck God! I can hear colors and dinosaurs rule!’” Dick sighed, “Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Cass despised them, but Bruce insisted she should attend anyway. More often than not, she’d just stay at the table, tasting as many appetizers as the waiters would bring her, and shooting murderous looks at anyone who sneered at her. Bruce was relieved that at least she wasn’t cracking any bones.

Damian was... Better than Jason and worse than Dick. He had an unamused expression through most of the event, and would unceremoniously swat away any hands that tried to pinch his cheeks. Other than that, he wasn’t much trouble. The real trouble were galas all Wayne kids attended. The five of them could cause enough trouble when they were apart, together they were the embodiment of chaos.

And this was supposed to be a calm, slightly boring family evening. It really was.

But Bruce just had to bring all five of them.

Everything had to go just right. As they walked in through the red carpet, the media was eating up the image of the six Waynes dressed formally; Each of them had a tie color matching their hero uniform (a cheeky thing they enjoyed doing to play with the theorists minds), Dick had a dark blue one, Tim and Jason slightly varying tones of red, Damian had a green one and Bruce had a black one. Cass wore a long black dress that sparkled when it was hit by the light in just the right way.

The first sign was the reporter, who, while aggressively pointing a microphone in their faces, asked pushy questions about relationships and the like, nothing out of the ordinary, until he shoved it in Cass’ face and asked her if she could even speak. Jason almost broke the man’s nose. Bruce silently thanked God for Dick, who stepped in front of the man before that happened.

“Try some shit like that again pal, you’ll hear from our lawyers.” He led his sister inside, a protective hand on her back.

They calmed down. And Bruce still had hopes that this would be a quiet evening.

Looking back at it, he doesn’t know why.

Because as Dick and Cass were at the bar, ordering drinks, a woman stood next to them, trying to make small talk. Neither of them seemed too interested in her; she is a hassle at every gala, making weird advances on all of the boys. Today, however, she was a little more tipsy, and Bruce couldn’t quite make out what exactly the conversation was about, but Dick was clearly uncomfortable and Cass was fuming. The woman kept grabbing at him, sliding her hands over his tie, squeezing his arms. And then she squeezed his ass, and it took Cass less than a second to break her nose.

If they were any other family, Cass would have been thrown out of the party, but they were the Waynes, and you do not throw a Wayne out of a party. If she punched a middle-aged woman, then she punched a middle-aged woman. Bring her a glass of water and some ice for her injured hand.

Of course, it didn’t end there.

Bruce was still surprised he didn’t have gray hairs yet.

Because Damian had discovered and made friends with a stray cat in the garden, and Jason had a laser pointer, because of course Jason had a laser pointer, and the cat ended up knocking down not one, not two, but three expensive pieces of pottery, shattering them on the gravel floor. And when the house owner saw the damage, he turned pale and had to hold back his tears. Jason laughed.

“-tt-.” Damian stated, adjusting his suit “You owe that cat a favour,those vases ruined the garden’s aesthetic. Regardless, I’m sure father will be more than happy to compensate you for the damages.”

He walked back to the party slowly, passing by the man who would need some time to make it back.

Once Jason broke him the news, Bruce thought (and hoped) that that would be it.

But no, the night was young, and there was so much time left and the batsibilings for sure wouldn’t waste it.

The previous statement about sleep deprived Tim?

Well.

Tonight, he had to pick a fight with an essential-oil-loving, antivax mother. Simply because he liked to torture himself. And because nobody realised he was alone until Bruce spotted him in the crowd, eye twitching as a woman rambled about all the heavy metals and chemicals that vaccines had in them. He thought about getting to him, but he knew it was too late. There was no going back now.

“Well, you see Karen,” He started.

“Uuum, my name’s Patricia.” She interrupted.

“I’m a billionaire’s heir, I don’t give a shit.” He said “Anyways. As I was saying, the thing is, I’d rather take the chance of being injecting myself with mercury than, oh, I don’t know, get meningitis and fucking die?”

The circle went quiet. Another woman, wanting to dissipate the tension, tried to restart the conversation.

“I-I mean, I don’t understand why can’t they make something safer, right? Like, when we used to throw those smallpox parties, why won’t they make something that works like that? So that we can build a natural immunity instead of all of those chemicals.” She laughed awkwardly.

Tim slapped his own face so hard that it attracted a lot of eyes.

“How. Do. You. Think. Vaccines. Work. Susan?”

“M-my name is Mary.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He answered. And just in time, Dick swooped in.

“Hey, Timmy!” He greeted “Can I borrow this guy for a second?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he guided Tim out to the garden.

“Fucking idiots.” He muttered “I don’t know how they have so much money. They’re all fucking idiots, Dick. I’m surrounded by dumbasses.”

“There, there.” He said “Okay, we’re far enough.” He looked around “Go ahead.”

And Tim let out the most horrendous, rage filled scream any of those guests had ever heard. Because of course they heard it. Bruce sighed and shrunk on his chair.

“Better?” Dick asked as he finished, patting his back.

“So much.” Tim answered.

“You should’ve slept a little before this.”

“No way. I’m totally fine.” He answered “I had three cans of monster before we left, so I feel great.” Dick raised an eyebrow, worried.

“Whatever you say, buddy.” He led him back inside, tidying up his brother’s hair “Just... No more picking fights with moms tonight, okay?”

And Bruce thought that was enough. Bruce was certain that this would be the last incident.

But his kids just loved proving him wrong.

He thought that the best strategy would be to ask them to stick together, so that Dick’s responsibility and social skills would keep his feral siblings under control. He should’ve known it would backfire.

The last he checked, they were making small talk with some CEOs on the edge of the room, away from the dance floor. Jason, Cass and Damian seemed completely bored, Tim was clenching his jaw for some reason, and Dick tried his best to look polished and polite.

“So, I heard that Wayne Enterprises have a new project?” One of them asked, chest so projected forwards it looked like it was about to explode.

“Yes. Yes we do.” Dick said, smiling politely “We’re opening up a refugee housing program.”

“Oh, so that’s what those buildings are for?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed, opening his arms in a seemingly natural manner “We are building apartments to shelter them. It’s nothing fancy, but we can charge a cheaper rent than most, and not charge at all for the first six months, giving them a chance to properly establish themselves here.”

“Well, I must say,” Puffed up chest guy stated, “I can’t see why not to give them to good old Americans instead. There’s a lot of homeless people nowadays, you see.” He leaned forward as he talked.

Damian perked his head up, but didn’t say anything. Cass and Jason seemed to be listening. Tim’s left eye twitched.

“Actually,” Tim started “The company has very stable, successful projects to help the homeless.”

“I’m familiar with those, yes.” He arrogantly dismissed the teen “But, you see, I just can’t understand why not open the housing to tax paying Americans instead of some...”

“Potential terrorists?” Damian suggested, arms crossed, scowl on his face.

“...Foreigners.” He completed.

“Well, since you ask, we are currently planning on the possibility of eventually opening vague apartments to Americans too.” Dick answered, swirling the liquid in his glass around “But the priority now really are the refugees.”

“I don’t see why can’t we prioritize our own people.” He insisted “I’m simply concerned for the well being of our poorest patriots.”

Dick blinked.

And here’s why Bruce should have known it would backfire.

Because, yes, Dick was able to cool them down...

But they were able to fire him up.

And so, like the charismatic man he was, he covered his nose a little, rubbing at the end, and faked a loud sneeze.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” He started “You see, I have this strange condition.” Dick stared at the man in the eye, the guy who had bought an old building people were squatting at, just to demolish it and doom them to the streets with no care or compensation, and, knowing this and so much more, said “I’m allergic to bullshit.”

And his siblings went feral again.

Tim and Jason screamed an ‘Oooooooooh!’, Damian pointed at the man and laughed loudly, and Cass snorted, covering her mouth in surprise.

Dick didn’t break eye contact as he drank the last of his champagne.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He said “I have to go look for better company.” Dick left the empty glass at the nearest table and adjusted his suit, smiling “Have a nice evening.”

As he walked away, the gang followed close behind, all of them very excited about how Dick, the composed, calm, cool, polite and polished Dick Grayson-Wayne, had just burned a millionaire in front of his economic allies. As the party reached Bruce, the man once again seemed to sink into his chair. Dick sat next to him, radiating confidence and charm.

“Do I wanna know?” The man asked.

“No,” Dick answered, grinning but not looking at the man “No you don’t.”

[secondgenerationnerd]

Please write that follow up omg it sounds so good

Lol XD Sure!

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“Alright, Jon, you want to mince the garlic while I mix all this meat together?” Dick asks, handing over the four cloves.

“Of course!” The super moves over, pulling a knife from the block. 

“I feel like I should remind you to be careful, but I think the knife is in more danger of you.” Dick snorts, Jon laughing along. As Jon minces the cloves, still taking care to keep his fingers away from the blade, Dick asks, “Were Damian and Mar’i okay last night?”

“Embarrassed at dinner, but they were both eating pretty well. Mar’i was tossing a little more than normal, slept okay otherwise. Nothing to worry about, but if I think something’s wrong, I’ll let you know.”

Most fathers would be....less than happy to hear that from their daughter’s boyfriend. Dick, however, just nods. Thankful as always that Jon knows when to worry about Mar’i. Taking the garlic from the young man, Dick nods at him, “How’s school going?”

“AP Lit might be the worst class I’ve ever had.” Jon laughs, “Just read ‘A Modest Proposal.’”

“Ah, Jonathan Swift. Great piece. Kor’i read it once and didn’t realize it was satire.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” Dick laughs, remembering his former love with a warm feeling in his heart, “She didn’t understand why he would suggest eating children, when there’s more meat on grown adults. Actually named a few people we knew that would have been better to eat that kids.”

That makes the young hero laugh with the older. The living area door opens, Mar’i coming in with Damian. A soft smile forms on her lips as she sees her father and boyfriend laughing together.

“Grayson.” Damian nods his head as he sits at the breakfast bar. “I see you’re cooking. Didn’t think Pennyworth would allow such a thing after you nearly burned the manor down.”

“Nice to see you too, little brother.” Dick motions to a few vegetables on the breakfast bar, “I was going to make some zacusca for you. Didn’t think you’d want any mici. If you want to poke the eggplants and slice the peppers, I’ll grill them here soon.”

“Hi, Dad.” Mar’i laughs, floating over the breakfast bar instead of walking like a normal person.

“Hey, Starshine,” Dick kisses his daughter’s head as she hugs him hello, “How was Dinah?”

“Good. Set up a few more appointments.” Mar’i shrugs, then winks at Jon, “Dad, you’re not giving Jon a hard time, are you?”

“Of course I am.” Dick winks at her, “As his future father-in-law, it’s my job to make his life hard.”

“What will my job be then?” Mar’i laughs. Jon tugs her over by her hand, kissing her cheek.

“Make my life amazing.” Jon teases. The others come in to the laughing.

“Gross.” Lian snorts, “Uncle Dick, what are you doing here?”

“What? I need a reason to visit my daughter and little brother’s team?”

“We are Bats, Dad.” Mar’i points out, “Nine times out of ten, we’ve got devious plans.”

“Y’know,” Dick gets the charming smile that they’ve seen Mar’i get, “That reminds me of a story. First year you both lived with us. It started snowing.”

Damian looks up from the vegetables, “Grayson--”

“Ooo, must be a good story if Damian gets that look.” Jai laughs.

 The team settles around the living area as Dick tells the story. Reminded by the way he describes the snow fall, the look on Mar’i’s face as she watched the fluffy snowflakes settle on the ground, the smile Damian was trying to hide but they all saw, the laughter from all the batsiblings as they had their first real snow day that year that Dick is, and always will be, a performer. His description of Mar’i pelting Damian with a snowball the size of his head, under Jason’s ‘careful’ instructions, has all of them laughing. Even Damian smiles at the memory. 

Dick moves just like Mar’i, or maybe she moves like him? Always on the balls of his feet, like he’s ready to throw himself into a flip at a moment’s notice. Dodging his brother’s attempts at a hit. Though if Damian was really trying to hit his brother he would. He shows off his acrobatics same as Mar’i, both of them having a handstand contest on the back of the couch. Same habit of vaulting over the couch instead of walking around it. Same twisted sense of humor Mar’i has, the two of them slipping into Romani without a second thought.

Part of them wonders how he can act this way. What other person can act like this after a kidnapping? Even if it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, how can he act like this? But that part finds the answer as they watch him. The small squeezes on Damian’s shoulder. The affectionate nicknames, hugs, and inside jokes with Mar’i. Gentle questions to them both, asking if they want anything else to eat, if they’re tired. 

As Dick heads to the guest room to clean up before dinner, Damian catches him in the hall, “Dick.”

“Wow, first name.” Dick smiles at his brother, “What’s on your mind, Dames?”

“I just...I wanted to say...thank you.”

That makes the older man frown, “For what?”

“Just...I know you came today mostly for Mar’i...but thank you for not...not...”

“Not overly coddling you?” Dick guesses. The young man nods, unable to meet his brother’s eyes. Then Damian feels a calloused hand run through his hair, “You don’t thank me for checking in on you, Little D, okay? First rule of being a dad and a big brother: take care of the people you love.”

Damian nods. After a moment of hesitation, he hugs his older brother. Dick hugs him back, just as tightly as the younger man hugs him. Let’s Damian decide when the hug ends. The way he always has since Damian was younger. 

As Damian pulls back, he finally looks at his brother, “Dick, you know I...you know you, Jason, Tim, ‘Lena, and Cass...you all know I...”

Dick laughs and nods, “Yes, Dames. We all know. We love you too.”

[ellana-ravenwood]

Batfam moments I think about a lot and wish we'd have more stories of...

1. Bruce Wayne learning how to "dad" and making SO MANY MISTAKES. But we see him evolve over the years, and slowly getting used to it. He will always have communication problems, and have moments when he's a total jerk. Let's not forget he's only human, and we all have bad moments. Buuuuut, he’s the kind of father to go make a detour to buy his kids their favorite dinner (and yes, all of them, like before he comes home to Wayne Manor, I can see him go to différent take aways and bring back their favorite food haha). 

Or like, remembering exactly what they’re into lately and looking stuffs up on the internet to get up to date. I bet sometimes they’d talk about a band or video games and Bruce would be like : “Oh yes, I particularly like the battle mode of this blahblahblah” and they’d all be stunned haha.  I think he has a special way of loving. It’s not always obvious, out there right in your face, but it’s most definitely there. 

His children are his strength (as shown in many stories... In more stories in fact, that the ones that exists where he's a total dick to them). And he cares for them in his own way, which can sometimes appear cold and such, while it's just that he doesn't always know how to react. Like. We have to remember his background, it's not really surprising he has communication problems and such things. But he cares... So much. 

He's thé kind of dad that goes out of his way to please his kids, even if said kids don't even notice the small things he does for them because ya know, hé just does it and they're used to it and it's only as they grow up they truly realize how out of his way he went for them etc etc. À discreet , pure and différent way of loving. He knows them, hé truly does. “You don’t even know me !” one of them would say after a fight, out of anger, and he would answer : “I do.” confidently, and they’d be like : “PROVE IT THEN !” and Bruce would enumerates everything he can think of about them. Favorite color, favorite meal, favorite book, favorite tv show, hobbies, crushes, fears etc etc...Anyway. Yes. 

I just want scenes of him slowly learning how to be a father, and not being the best about it all the time, yet trying his best and it’s obvious he does. We forget sometimes what he went through, and what it truly means for him to adopt and take care of those kids. We forget often that he became Batman, mainly because he does not want any other kid to experience what he went through. Bruce as à father is far from perfect, and hé makes shit tons of mistakes, but he tries, and hé loves them deeply. I think that's why I really hate canon lately, they turned him into à mindless brute who genuinely abusés his kids. It's so, so, so bad, and goes against decades of stories. It's written by people that think "edgy" is à personality trait and what people nowadays love (which is totally false). I'm pretty sûre that for all the canon examples of him being à jerk to the Batkids, I can pull out about ten times more examples of him being à good dad. Again. He's flawed because he's human, and he's difficult to understand at times... But no one will ever make me believe he doesn't love his children with all his heart.

2. Young Jason being super surprised that Bruce is actually a very good cook because he always pictured filthy rich people never doing anything themselves...and Bruce being like : “You know, I was mostly raised by Alfred. Of course he would teach me basic house skills.” while flipping expertly the food in the pan. Alfred one day telling the kids something like : “Everyone always think Master Wayne is a bubbly idiot who cannot work his way around a house, but this is very wrong. He has been changing his own sheets ever since he was 7, and his parents already made sure that he would know what house work is, so he could treat the servants right by seeing how difficult it can be. When his parents died, I took care of him, and there was a long moment he would follow me around everywhere, maybe in fear that I would go, too...During those moments, I taught him a lot.” And then just Bruce showing à few things to his own kids, as à parallèlism to how him and Alfred were (and still are) ❤️.

3. A direct follow up of the one above, Bruce teaching his kids all kind of stuffs. How to play piano, how to fall without hurting yourself, how to cook, how to fight, how to ride a bike for those who didn’t know etc etc...A perfect mix of totally normal domestic stuffs, and of night vigilante stuffs. I bet he’d make up “escape games” for his kids on boring Sunday afternoons, because it’d develop a lot of their skills needed to be Robins (or whoever) AND is fun. I think the reverse totally works too, the kids teaching him things. Like, how to play that video game, how to use slang without sounding like an old man, how to paint his nails, blahblahblah. Just moments together, because they spend so much time with each others like, come on. They have hobbies too. And care about each others enough to want to know about it, and share stuffs etc etc. Growing together, ya know ?

4. More crossover moments with the entire family, not just one or two character : John Constantine being there to ask help for a thing (or not asking help but Bruce wouldn’t let anyone “tamper” with Gotham without him being there so...haha). Zatanna coming around to teach the kids some magic (just like her dad did with Bruce...not “real” magic but like, escape magic and all), or something. Green Arrow making à courtesy visit with his wife, son, and sidekicks. The Superfam and their strong bonds with the Batfam being shown more, and not always in that “rival” way. And like, all of them, not just one or two characters at a time. Sunday lunches at the Kent farm, gaming nights (to which Bruce is dragged to), friendly compétitions, blahblahblah.

5. “Baby” Dick having nightmares in the middle of the night of his parents’ death, and Bruce always being there. How Bruce understands and is always around for him. And reassures him. And on that note : I’m sure most of the kids have nightmares during the night, and Bruce becomes better and better over the years at soothing them. Oh also, if Dick, after he goes and lives in Bludhaven comes to sleep at Wayne Manor for any reasons and has a nightmare, Bruce will just automatically go to him...awkward and cute scene ensues haha.

6. Cass’ first words to Bruce. A very emotional scenes because...it’s the first time she speaks. And it’s clumsy and she’s not sure of herself, and her voice trembles a little. But she’s talking. I’m not sure what her first words would truly be, but most definitely something that touches Bruce. That move him. That make him realize how much he loves that kid.

7. Bruce taking Jason to a baseball game (pre-death Jason) for his birthday because that’s what the kid wanted as à gift. And then later, them going to a game once again after their reconciliation. A very big parallel between the two scènes ya know, as Bruce reminisces. Both end up with Jason hugging Bruce because his favorite team won. In the first scene it’s little 8/9 years old Jay excited and is all cute. In the post-death scene, it’s a grown up Jason who had been angry at Bruce for so long and finally forgave him, and who hugs Bruce without even realizing he does it, because he’s just happy...And it ends on Bruce’s face smiling like, he finally got his boy back.

8. Tim and Damian bonding. I hate it when they're only represented as hating each others 24/7. They had à rough start, sure. But they grew à lot... I just wish we could see them more actually learning to be brothers, accepting each others etc etc. Now of course they'd bicker. Like any siblings. But I bet they'd have à lot of common intérests and such. That they'd like to tease each others, but would genuinely like hanging out and all. 

Also Tim is à very understanding sweet person, hé might be annoyed with Damian at first... But he would be amongst those who get it, ya know ? Who gives him time/à chance ? Like Bruce at first did everything wrong with Damian. He was harsh and violent and used intimidation (things Damian was too used to...) thinking he needed that to get Damian to lose his old ways (until he realized how wrong he was and apologzed and took à gentler way...ah that was good shit right there, Bruce acknowledging it all and trying to be better... Not like this current canon Bruce who's an asshole and never suffers any conséquences of it...). Well I think Tim would be more understanding and realize... Damian is just à kid. And Tim is à big brother now ? His older siblings were there for him, it's time for him to be there too. Know what I mean ? So yeah. I wish we'd have more of them actually being brothers and bonding.

 Same for Dick and Jason. I wish we had more of them together before Jason's death, and after too... They've been brothers for à long time, their relationship from start to Jay's death to him coming back... Is so interesting. Also, same goes for Cassandra and any of them.

9. Tim getting genuinely interested about Wayne Enterprise, and going to work with Bruce. Asking à million questions and mimicking à lot of B's mannerisms. Dick never showed much intérest in the company, and Jason could've been à great "heir " to it all had he not die and all... I don't think neither Damian nor Cass would care much. But Tim ? First canonically he is interested. But even so, he's just that "type" of kid ya know ? I bet he'd be very excited about the charity side of it all, and find novel ways to to make the world a better place. After all Tim is thé only one of the Robins to not have à tragic background (at least at first, after je was also hit with loss and pain... ) when he first became Robin, and who helped Batman and all completely selflessly. Because it was the right thing to do, and for no other tragic reasons.

10. Damian learning/enjoying really normal basic things gives me life ? Like the boy grew up in such à specific environment, there's so many things he must've missed...Disney movies marathon, vidéo games, just having fun without any other purpose than to have fun (no training), knowing what it is to feel safe and warm... You know. I wish we'd just see Damian understanding and learning things he was just never given, that are just... Nice. Of course being Batman's son means his life can never be completely normal (and I'm not sure he could fully adapt to à normal life... People always seem to forgét the deep traumas he went through during his childhood, which is why he was how Hé was at first...aaaah Damian came à long way), but you know, hé can still expérience so many new things, with his siblings and all ? With his father who tries really hard ? With Alfred ? Just. Seeing truly Damian have that character development without backtracking on it all the time (you know how in canon stories he's à total brat, then gets better, then back to à friendless brat who hates everyone and so on and s forth :/). Seeing him wanting to become better, and actually having à nice évolution.

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When I'm sad, I like to headcanon scènes about the Batfam, stuffs I wish we could see etc etc haha. Here's just à few I thought about today. I just.. Love them so much, love to share my love for them, and néed to escape current canon a lot haha. Anyway. Here we are.

PS : Sorry for any typo, I wrote this on my phone, and since I'm French, the autoccorect is changing almost every English words to French ones and I might've missed à few mistakes it made ( which drives me crazy haha. And is why I only put 10 "scènes" and not more... Ah, for another post ?).

[xmalereader]

Jason Todd X Male Reader

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Request: Male!reader/Jason Todd? They met during one patrol where R saves Jay (being just like Jay)&they become friends immediately. Then R stays at Jay's place a lot, wears Jay's clothes to batfamdinners (Batfam notices this), they go out for food and when they come across the Batfam whenever they're patrolling together, Jay&R are always teasing the other, get into each personal space. One day Dick asks how long they've been together & they realise they're in love and they kiss in the rain *-*

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, flirting

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Jason and Y/n have been close friends for as long as they can remember, the two knew each other even before Bruce Wayne adopted Jason into the family. He was there when he received the knews about Jasons death and the news to when he came back to life and was reversing the rules that Batman had set. It took Jason a couple of months to recover and to start following the regular rules that were set down in the batfamily. Y/n always stayed by Jason’s side, that he actually had the guts to dress up as one of the bat members and patrol with Jason. He was always afraid of losing him.

They would follow each other around every time they patrolled together and would sometimes crack up jokes or even tease one another. Things were going well until Jason started to invite him over at his place, they would stay up all night either talking or watching a movie, sometimes they would cuddle in bed but that didn’t seem to give off any weird vibes between the two. They were so close that Jason would offer his clothes to y/n and he would walk around the manor wearing Jason’s oversized clothes as he either goes to the bathroom or to just walk around the gardens outside.

Dick was the first one to notice this, he noticed how close both y/n and Jason were when they would hang out together or just talk to each other. He was able to sense the teasing tone in there voices every time they spoke, sometimes y/n would tease Jason so hard that he would put him into a flustered state that shocked Dick the most since Jason was always a closed up guy and only spoke rudely to others but when it came to Y/n he spoke about him like he was his boyfriend. Soon, another question popped up in his mind, Are they dating??

Dick didn’t know what to think, it’s not like he was against people who liked the same sex it was just that it was a bit unbelieveable for him to think that Jason was actually dating someone that opened him up. Usually him and Damian would try to open him up but it always ended in a fight between Jason and Damian since they were always arguing with each other.

Tim on the other hand wasn’t as useful, he was always locked up drowning himself in coffee and focusing on his cases...felt like he didn’t even live with them.

As the months go by, both Jason’s and y/n’s relationship has grown stronger. One night they were out on patrol and keeping an eye out for anything dangerous. Y/n was sitting on the edge of the roof as he kicked his legs and hums to himself,

“Where is my little robin?” Y/n sang out softly as he continues to hum and stare out into the distance.

“Little robin? You and Damian dating or something?” He is startled by Jasons voice. He leans back to tilt his head backwards to see Jason standing behind him. “Nope, Damian is too sassy for me and I was talking about you. We always patrol together and yet somehow you ended up coming late, again.” He reminds his red hood as he stands up and giggled.

Y/n jumps down to Jason’s side, smiling as he wraps his arm around Jason’s arm and smirks at him. “Your never late, so tell me. Why were you late?” He asks and pulls his arms away and placed them on his hips. Jason could only laugh and shake his head. “I was just in the bat cave doing some research that Tim asked me to do.” He answers back. “Hm, that’s odd. Tim doesn’t usually ask for help.” Said y/n as he placed a finger under his chin and shrugs. “Well at least you were being a good brother and helping him out.”

The younger male turns around to proceed there patrol. He sits again and lets his legs swing back and forth and hums his little song again.

Jason could only stare at the back of Y/n’s head, he was slowly frowning from under his mask as he continued to watch the other sing to himself. Jason and Y/n have been friend for as long as he can remember and he really cared about him but lately his feelings for y/n have been changing. Yeah, he liked him as a friend but there were times when he would just want to grab his face and kiss him so hard that he wouldn’t even forget who kissed him but he was afraid.

Jason wasn’t afraid of anything but losing y/n was one of his biggest fears. He always doubted himself on confessing so he kept those feelings bottled up and far away.

Shaking his head he walks over to sit next to y/n, smiling a little as he glanced at him. He turns back to look at the city and just sits there and waits for anything to happen.

The two remained silent for part of the night, no crimes have happened so far and Jason was grateful. He didn’t feel like dealing with anyone right now since he was too busy staring at y/n. Before they could call it a night it started to rain, y/n raised a brow and held his hand out to feel the drops land on his hand. “It’s probably going to rain harder soon so we should head back and report to Batman.” He says. Glancing over to Jason only to see him staring at him. “What?” He says.

Jason slowly approaches y/n, he lifts his hands up to remove his mask. Y/n steps back a little in confusion. “Jason what-?” He opens his mouth but is cut off by Jason handing him his helmet. Y/n takes it and looks down at it, tilting his head. “What is this for exactly?” He questions. Tilting his head back up to see Jason staring down at him with a nervous look. “I just want you to hold it for a while and maybe use it to hit me.”

“Hit you? Jason, why would I hit you with this?”

“Because who knows if what I’m about to do is acceptable to you.”

“Jason-“

Jason placed a hand against y/n’s cheek and pulls him into a kiss. The kiss was moist since it was pouring down rain but it was nice and warm. Jason’s lips were soft and warm. Y/n lets out a small moan as he lets the helmet slip from his hands, hearing it land on the pavement he wraps his arms around Jason’s neck and deepens the kiss.

The two remained in the rain kissing for a good several minutes, this was how there first kiss was. Standing on top of a rooftop late at night and kissing in the rain.

That was four years ago.

Now that they have been dating for four years they have also been staying over at each other’s place. They continued to patrol together until y/n was the first one to retire from being a vigilant. He has recently gotten a job at an art studio and had become a teacher, he tried to balance work and hero nights a few times bit it always ended up with him waking up late and grading assignement were always late too. He even got to a point where he had to drink coffee every morning and he didn’t want to end up like Tim.

He remembers approaching Bruce and telling him that he was retiring, he gave his reasons and apologized. Feeling a bit guilty for leaving the team but Bruce was able to understand and still welcomed him into the family. He even invited him to have dinner with them tonight at the manor. Y/n couldn’t refuse the offer.

So, here he was sitting across from Jason as he eats dinner with the rest of the family.

“Can’t believe your leaving me, I thought we were friends!” Tim says out dramatically as he stabs into his spaghetti and whimpers. Y/n only laughs and shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you guys, I just cant focus with both work and patrol. But, I’ll still be around to visit. We all know that Jason cant live without me.” He teased as he sends the skunk head a wink.

Jason hides his blushing face and clears his throat, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He mumbled back and shoves food into his mouth to keep himself from talking.

Dick raised a brow and clears his throat. “Hey y/n, got any hot dates recently? I’ve got a friend who’s needing a date for Saturday.” He offers, he noticed the small glare on Jason’s face.

Y/n swallows his food and shakes his head. “I’ve already have someone.”

“You’ve got a girlfriend?” Damian asks this time as he smirks at him.

Y/n chuckled, “boyfriend,” he corrects. “Thanks for the offer Dick but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve of that.” He turns to face Jason. “Ain’t that right skunk head?”

Everyone’s heads turn to Jason.

“That’s right, so Dick stop hooking him up with dates when he already has a boyfriend.”

Dick only stares with a smirk. “I knew it! I knew you two were dating!”

“Wait there dating?” Tim.

“Who would want to date him?” Damian.

“Wait, Jason can date?” Bruce.

Y/n’s stared at them in shock, “you guys didn’t know that we were dating? I thought it was obvious...” he says shyly and stared down at his plate of food and pushed a meatball around.

“I knew!” Said dick.

“How long have you guys been dating?” Damian asks this Time as he eats some spaghetti.

“....four years..”

Bruce chokes on his water and coughs violently as Damian gags on his food and spits it out. While Dick’s mouth was wide open in shock and Tim was slowly processing everything.

“Four years?!” Damian shouts out as he stands up from his seat.

“What? You jealous, demon spawn?” Jason grins at his little brother as he twirled his fork around on his fingers.

“You wish.” Damian hissed out and glared.

“It’s not a big deal...?” Y/n shrugs as Damian slams his hands on the table.

“It’s a huge deal! Jason can’t be dating the most intelligent and attractive person in this family!”

“Ohhh, coming out moment.” Says Tim with an evil grin.

Damian blushed, “I’m not gay, drake!” He shouts back as the two began to argue and toss garlic bread at each other. As Bruce sits in his seat, sighing at the two youngest kids he has. “I don’t mind that Jason is dating y/n, just a little surprised but as long as they both treat each other well than I am fine with that.”

Y/n, Jason, and Dick were to only ones who heard Bruce since both Damian and Tim were still fighting.

Y/n smiles at Bruce and nods his head in agreement. “We treat each other well.”

Once all of that was settled both Damian and Tim were have a war with the bread sticks. “Kids these days.” Says Dick. “tell me about it.” Y/n says as he watched the rivalry against the siblings.

‘What-?! Jason put that bread stick down!!”

[disgrays-on]

for whatever we lose

Word Count: 2.0k Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne // Fem!Reader

A/N: I have to really state that he’s much older here for obvious reasons. This is my take on what I feel has probably been done before. I didn’t enjoy this as much as I thought I would, so I cut it off where I did because it was starting to get long and draggy. However, I still do hope you enjoy, nonetheless!

When you find out that Damian Wayne is gone, you do not cry. Instead, you are numb. Your fingernails dig into your palms but you’ve stopped feeling anything ever since Dick told you, as gently as he could, his voice cracking and his eyes red. You do not wail, nor do you sob.

Outside, Gotham is burning but you can’t find it in yourself to care. She has taken your husband, the father of your child, away from you and you do not wish to care.

You do not rage. You do not threaten, nor do you curse the cruel twist of fate for taking him away from you, again. Instead, you stand with head held up high and lips pressed tight as you silently watch the rest of his family break. Even with the stinging behind your eyes, or the constricting of your throat. Even with the thought of the child you were carrying growing up without a father. You would not let yourself fall.

Good, you think, Let Gotham burn.

There is a morbid acceptance that comes with the words. Deep down, you had always known that the life that your husband has led from his childhood, the same one he continued to lead up to his adulthood, would end just like this. With the inevitable, ultimate heartbreak - the unbearable, restrained grief that came with the heart-wrenching loss and then the sober and private mourning. You do not wish to give whatever twisted destiny out there the satisfaction from your breaking.

But when Gotham falls, you run.

The place you leave for is bright and sunny. The blue skies are always clear, and it’s always warm, always perfect. Getting away had made sense as the next course of action because you needed it. You needed to get away from his family, away from the memories of him, away from everything that had anything to do with him. It tears at you sometimes, the fact that you had ran in the face of havoc and chaos, away from the people who you had grown to call family. But then you remember that this was the same family that had pushed you to this, and the guilt dissipates.

He’s gone and the only thing you would allow yourself to focus on was the baby you were carrying. His kid, your brain supplies, but the thought of him still hurts you like nothing else ever would.

You’re well into your second trimester before his family reaches out to you. You had expected a visit much earlier because it wasn’t exactly as if you had been trying to hide but you can appreciate the fact that they’ve given you space. Dick comes to you first with the kind smile that you’ve always known him for, bright even as your eyes blurred and fingers clenched around the doorknob. He gives you a hug, carefully navigating around the bump and when you pull back, you can just about see the gloss in his eyes. You return to a newly revived Gotham the next day, clutching at the arm Dick offers to you in silent solidarity.

The manor did not change in your absence but it’s still home. It’s been home for so long that you’re not sure that you can see it as anything but home. His family - you suppose they were your family too now - has not given up on your husband. There had been no body, no legitimate evidence of his death, not one speck of his blood anywhere. You didn’t think death would be so cruel (nor would it be so kind) as to take him and then return him back to you a second time. You don’t have the will to tell them to stop, to just let him rest and let him go, because it isn’t exactly like you’ve done that either. And while you are grateful that he had such a steadfast family, you wouldn’t allow yourself to be deluded by unattainable fantasies.

In the aftermath of everything that happened, they hold a funeral for him. It’s small with family and close friends only, but there are still too many people and you find yourself struggling to breathe. The emotions finally hit you like a tonne of bricks, crushing you under their weight, realisation finally sinking in. This was why you had run. Because now you really had to face the consequences. Now, it really feels like you’ve lost him. You don’t know how long you stand there, politely smiling and thanking everyone who offers you their condolences, but the only way you’ve been grounding yourself is by pressing your palm gently over your belly and feeling the little movements your baby makes from time to time. You can already hear the headlines.

All of Damian’s friends, the comrades he’s gained over the years, the people whose lives he’s touched just by being the same old lovable man, are present. You don’t know if this is how it goes whenever one in the hero community passes but there are more people here than you imagined there would be. It makes you feel better, feel just a bit happy that all of these people cherished Damian as much as you did.

The months go by and now, you’re uncomfortable almost all the time.

His family takes care of you in his stead. They’re not him but it’s nice to be close to someone who could relate to what you were feeling, if not more. You find yourself in the company of Dick a lot more. He’s always been dear to Damian - they were close and the love they had for each other was clear for everyone to see. You sit with him, reminiscing all the good memories and swapping tales of your husband. You have fun reading to both your baby and Cass who tucks herself into your side. Steph helps you sneak out of the manor in the most ridiculous manners she can come up with just so you could eat the disgustingly greasy fast food you had been craving for. Jason makes you food, and the both of you find comfort in cooking together. Tim is a steady presence when you feel just a bit too lonely. Titus lays at your feet when you get too emotional over a scene during a movie binge session. Sometimes, his closest friends drop by and you catch up.

His biological parents take similar approaches with you. Talia sits you down and makes you tea, right after she’s stolen you from when you were distracted and alone. She remains quiet and sips her tea as her eyes remained trained on you, silently urging you to drink yours. While you hadn’t really reached out to her, it is no surprise to you that she knows. She sends you off at the end of the day after you’ve shown her the pictures from your ultrasounds, with a small but satisfied smile. Bruce seems no different, if only just a bit more touchy and withdrawn, both of which was understandable. The fact that he stays this way horrifies you slightly because that would mean that he’s always been this way, always been so broken and hurt. But still, he treats you kindly, supports you in the way he does. He accompanies you in the comfortable silence of the kitchen while you take small mouthfuls of your drink. The sun is barely up in the sky but you find yourself unable to sleep because your body is tired and sore and missing your husband.

The baby was as much his as it was yours so you understand their need to be close to you. As the months go by, it doesn’t hurt so much to laugh and smile anymore.

The child, your child, your perfect little baby boy arrives early in the morning, all pink and loud as he cries while the sun begins to rise outside. Your family is around you with tears and smiles as you welcome your child to the world with a watery laugh and tears of your own. He is beautiful and the parts of you that have been broken in the time that you have lost your husband slowly mends itself with the birth of your son.

He grows to be an incredibly charming toddler. He reminds you of your husband sometimes and while thinking of him still leaves a slightly bitter taste in your mouth, your son also gives you the most joy you’ve ever felt. He wrinkles his tiny nose when he gets angry, blowing bubbles and gurgling defiantly. His giggles are as sweet as a cool breeze on a warm day, and whenever he smiles, the people around him fall in love with him even more. Bruce sits with him in his study and talks to him in low murmurs. Talia casually appears every once in a while, she acts pleasantly, coos over your son and your family makes sure that the two of you are not alone with her when she does. His aunts and uncles take turns looking over him, some more excitedly than others.

Your son is rarely ever far from you, not when you can help it. When you’re busy, he’s usually in the care of one of the many available babysitters or tucked into a baby seat but when you aren’t, he’s always tucked in your arm, or hoisted up onto your waist and playing with the strands of your hair that he can reach. He has the sweetest smiles, and your heart flutters whenever he directs one to you. It’s been more than a year since you received news of your husband, but you still tell stories about him to your son whenever you can. You take his giggles and high pitched laughter as his way of contributing. You can’t help but laugh along with him, tapping his nose whenever he gets too adorable for you.

One morning finds him missing from his crib, and your heart almost stops. The panic sets in but before you can even react, the sound of his cute little giggles calls you to your husband’s study, a room that you haven’t had the courage to step foot into since forever. Thousands of thoughts race through your head as you make your way to the room, the anxiety and guilt weighing you down, and almost none of the scenarios end all too pleasantly. You had let this happen, had let someone come into your home, had let him take your child. When you push the door open, the sight that greets you stops you in your tracks.

A man sits in one of the armchairs that your husband used to frequent and you have to clench your teeth to rein your anger. You almost fail when you realise where your baby is. Your son is sitting on the lap of this man, babbling as his pudgy little fingers reached up to pat the man’s cheek just a bit too harshly. The man doesn’t react, doesn’t flinch. Instead, he chuckles, a deep timbre that sounds so awfully familiar. The hope that bubbles in your chest vanish as easily as it had come because there was no possible way for it to be true. While you didn’t think there would ever be a moment in time when you would be over him, the fact was that your husband was gone.

Your baby is still talking excitedly to himself, bouncing slightly in the man’s lap with eagerness, still blissfully unaware of the potential danger that he was in. You’re moving to snatch your son away, to get him away from the man, even before you realise it. If he got hurt because of you, you would never forgive yourself.

But when you get a good look at the man, time stops.

You know this man.

There was nothing that would ever, could ever erase him from your mind.

“Damian?” You gasped, all the emotions rushing back and crashing down over you. Your stomach twists when he looks up to move his attention from your son to you, with the same face you’ve been missing and the lips that you’ve been craving, and smiles.

[jaybeartodd]

Colleagues Pt. 10/17 -- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Warnings: cursing, mention of blood

Word Count: 2891

Tags: @sarcasmismyfirstlove @tsctd

A/N: My bad guys. It has been awhile but in my defense I had a crazy weekend. Good, but crazy. Also OMG I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!! Your comments mean the absolute world to me <3<3 Here is the next (long overdue) part and I hope you guys like it. Hugs and kisses as they say :):)

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You don your finest attire for your lunch date with Jay. So a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. After putting on a little make-up and brushing our your hair you do a little modeling in the mirror.

“Yeah, that is about as good as it is gonna get,” you say grabbing your jacket and heading out the door. 

You hear voices coming from the kitchen so you make your way over. Your peripheral vision catches the ballroom and you speed past it swallowing back the memories. You have managed to avoid it this whole time; afraid you will see the ghosts of the dead bodies of your coworkers lying on the floor in a carelessly painted massacre. You wonder if Bruce or anyone has been in there since the incident. 

You enter the kitchen to find Tim slumped over a cup of coffee while Alfred and Trey are sitting on stools hunched over a cookbook. Nick’s medication had kicked in so he is resting leaving Alfred and Trey together. They both seem to be enjoying themselves though.

“Hey Trey, I am going out for a little bit. Will you be ok?" he looks up and nods vigorously with a smile on his face.

“You look pretty, Auntie Y/N,” he says. You see Tim smirk into his coffee as he takes another sip.

“Thanks T,” you smile and walk towards him.

“What are we cooking?” you ask and he covers the book with his hands.

“It’s a surprise!”” he yells and you back up with your hands in your air surrendering.

“My bad, my bad,” you say teasingly.

“Trey is a very helpful cook, Ms. Y/L/N. It is nice to see someone is in this house,” Alfred says with bite. Tim looks at him over his coffee but Alfred continues looking at the book. 

“Are you ready for a kick-ass meal?”” you hear Jay say. Turning your head you see him whipping the air with his hands as he enters the kitchen. 

“I don’t know. You were taking so long I am starting to like the sound of Alfred and T’s meal,” you tease and he smirks.

“It’s all that hair gel,” Tim says stepping off the bar stool with his coffee. You laugh while Jay just narrows his eyes at his younger sibling.

“When can I see the knives Jason?” Trey asks looking up from his cookbook.

“Tt,” you hear in the doorway. Damian is standing there looking as angry as ever. Jay notices and a grin spreads across his face.

“Well considering it is the best one in Gotham,” this produces another ‘tt’.

You decide to play along.

“It is very impressive. I doubt anyone could top it,” this produces an exaggerated scoff. 

“Problem, Master Damian”” Alfred asks nonchalantly. 

“Todd’s knife collection is the equivalent of a child’s toy chest. If you wanted to see real knives you would see my armory.” Damian says arrogantly.

Why do these kids have such an obsession with knives? Must be a rich people thing. Or just a strange people thing.

“Really?” Trey’s eyes light up and he looks at Damian in wonder. Damian stares at him for a second before rolling his eyes.

“Fine. I will show them to you just for the sake of saving you from the inevitable disappointment that is Todd's collection.” Damian walks out of the room and Trey skips behind him forgoing the cooking for now.

“Just please be careful!” you yell and then have another thought, “And for all that is holy do NOT tell your mother!”

“An actual car, wow Jay you really pulled out all the stops,” you say with your hands on your hips staring at a convertible. Jay laughs and shakes his head.

“Yeah, definitely not. That is Bruce’s. This,” he dramatically removes a tarp revealing his motorcycle, “is my baby.”

You sigh in exasperation and he walks up to you. He places his hands on your hips with a sly grin.

“I promise it’ll be fun. I will go slow,” you raise an eyebrow,” Alright, slow-er..”

“Just,” you grab the helmet and place it on your head, “Don’t kill me before I am rich and famous.”

The ride is slightly less terrifying than the last time. Slightly. You do enjoy the feeling of safety when your arms are wrapped tight around his torso. 

The restaurant is a pub which confuses you as to why he needed a reservation at first but then you understand when you walk into the crowds at the front entrance. You grip Jason’s hand hard as he leads you squeezing past people towards the front. Jason gives his name and you are escorted to a booth on the second floor.

“This is really nice,” you say taking in the Gotham relics on the walls between the various TVs. 

“Yeah sorry it isn’t too fancy. I am just a lot more comfortable here then at Tiffany’s,” he says and you grin. 

“Tiffany’s is a jewelry store,” he looks confused, “But I know what you mean. This is perfect, really.”

You grab his hands with a reassuring smile.

“So I have a really important question for you...”

“Hit me.”

“What is it like to grow up with Bruce Wayne?”

“Oh, boy...”

Holding on to any of those earlier apprehensions is absolutely futile at this point. He looks at you with starry eyes and a lopsided smile causing an extra beat to your heart and a laugh that was rusty. The afternoon is about swapping backgrounds and ridiculous stories about your families. And slowly falling for this idiot who sucks at first impressions.

I can’t really believe anyone refusing you and Dick’s charm,” you say laughing. You two are holding hands walking down the street towards his motorcycle.  

 “Well, to be fair, you did,” he says smiling at the memory, “Multiple times.”

You nod your head grabbing the helmet from his bike.

“Yeah, but I guess you can consider me charmed,” you smile and kiss him quickly. He shakes his head disapprovingly and grabs your waist pulling you to him for a longer lasting kiss.

“Are you sure you have to go to the library tonight? I can think of better things to do...”” he growls and you swat at his chest.

“Yeah and I bet it’s all PG. Sorry Jay but school first,” you shove the helmet on,” And guys with motorcycles second.”

Once you return to the manor to grab your things, Jason insists that he drives you to the library but luckily you convince him that you are a grown enough woman to call yourself a taxi to get back to the manor.

With your book bag slung over your shoulders you wave goodbye to him as he zips off much faster than when you were on the back. Taking a deep breath you head up to the most private area on the top floor. 

You pull out your laptop and documents that you had from work. Alright, let’s get to forging.

You manage to pull fake billing statements to some companies that would hurt Wayne Enterprises but with just simple digging by the police, it could be falsified. Hopefully by then you will have Black Mask where you want him. Sorry Bruce, but you will have to do with a little bad press.

Your phone rings and you look at the time to find it nearing night. 

“Hello?”

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N. I heard you will be our lovely provider this evening,” an electronically altered voice comes from the phone. You swallow back the anxiety curling in you.

“Yes, that would be me,” you secretly want to applaud yourself for your voice not shaking.

“One hour, the address is...” he speaks quickly and you jot down the information on a nearby piece of paper.

He abruptly hangs up and you scoff. 

“Well goodbye to you Mr.” you whisper. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and contemplate the situation.

This could easily be a trap. But not going would be putting Trey’s life in danger...

Your thoughts rock stormily in your head as you sit jostling in a taxi. The scenery grows more dismal as you fall closer and closer. The image of Trey covered in dough after trying to help Alfred bake helps calm you down. And Nick chasing him in his wheelchair trying to clean him up. And Jason laughing at the ridiculous situation. 

“Ms. this is your stop,” the taxi driver’s voice breaks your thoughts.

“Yes, of course,” you say nervously and hand him your money.

You glance at the warehouse that fits exactly what you expected; drab, decaying and a place where criminal activity blatantly takes place in.

“Well, screw it,” you say under your breath and start towards the entrance. The night started falling awhile ago leaving a pink hue as your source of light.

You are about five steps from the entrance when you feel yourself being yanked into the alleyway next to it.

Your scream is muffled by a gloved hand over your mouth. Your assailant pushes you up against a wall.

“What the hell are you doing here?” a mechanical voice says and you finally open your eyes.

“Red Hood?” you say muffled by his hand still over your mouth. You shake him off of you and he steps back.

You give him a hard glare and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he repeats.

“Out for a stroll?” you say shrugging and flashing a nervous smile.

He remains in the same position clearly unamused. You shift your book bag farther behind you and he cocks his head obviously catching the move.

“Look, I don’t know how this is, hey!” you yell as he grabs your bag from you.

“I thought you were a good guy now,” you grumble. He ignores you and opens your bag.

He comes to your folder of fake Wayne Enterprises info you are delivering and starts flipping through it. 

“Okay, well-”

“You are handing over fake documents, smart.” he says and you catch a hint of pride in his masked voice. You can’t help but feel a little pride yourself.

“But you have to be the dumbest person alive.” And just like that he makes it magically disappear. You roughly grab the folder and bag from his hands. 

“You know, wait how do you know they’re fake? And what are you doing here?” you become very curious yourself. He doesn’t answer so you are just awkwardly staring at his ridiculous red helmet.

“Whatever, I have something to do to save my family, so if you will excuse me,” you turn on your heel but he grabs your forearm firmly.

“Do you honestly think Black Mask is just going to let you walk in there without hurting you? And even if he does not hurt you today, what is going to happen when he figures out those are fake?” his voice sounds thick with genuine concern but you shake that idea out of your head.

“I honestly know that if I don’t go in there, my family will be in danger.” You jerk your arm out of his grasp. Tears begin brimming your eyes but you keep them at bay.

“Fine, but we do this my way,” he says sighing. After only two encounters with the man both in disastrous situations you can only imagine what he is churning in that thick red head of his.

“Deal.”

Alright, one foot in front of the other. Simple walking. You know this.

This mental pep talk is what is currently propelling your feet forward into the building designated as the meeting point. 

You remind yourself not to look up to where Red Hood promised he would be.

“Don‘t look up at me. You will give us away.” he had said sternly,” And if anything remotely dangerous is even hinted at I am pulling your ass out of there.”

His words, although delivered rudely, give you some comfort in knowing you aren’t walking into this alone. You keep this in mind while standing in the middle of the room hugging the folder close to your chest. 

“Miss Y/N.” a deep voice from behind causes you to start. You turn around to find a man that exemplifies a bad guy. He is massive with a black tank top and cargo shorts to finish off the intimidation. He looks at you with a snarl as if you are a nuisance. 

“Yes,” you gather up that courage you have heard so much about to will a steady voice.

“I am here to retrieve something for my boss,” he says casually as if I am handing him faxes. He walks up to you standing a few feet away; far enough for breathing room and just close enough to be reaching distance.

You gulp and hold out the folder. He grabs it roughly and starts flipping through it. You hold your breath waiting for the a-ha moment when he realizes they are fake.

“Very nice, he will be pleased,” he says nodding. You let out a silent breath in relief. And Red Hood thought you didn’t know what you were doing. He lets out a sigh and you think it will end at that.

“Too bad your brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he says still looking at the folder. Wait, what? You take a cautious step backwards but he grabs your wrist and pulls you hard to him.

“Did you honestly think your brother could get away with not only attempting to leave the business but telling his lovely sister,” he gives a sly grin and you grimace at the close proximity, “all of our secrets.”

You struggle against him but he barely budges and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I was only told to leave a few scratches as a warning. Can’t hurt our prized Wayne employee.”

Your heart begins racing as the panic settles in. Anytime, Red Hood, anytime.

In response to the mental cry, a loud explosion sounds from the back of the room. There must have been other goons waiting in the background. The man holding you turns to the approaching figure.

“Hood, you traitor,” he growls.

“Rex, you handsome son-of-a-bitch.” Red Hood holding his arms out as if he is greeting an old friend. The old surly friend seems less amused.

You develop the brilliant idea of using his distraction to slamming your foot on his toes. It only results in your own foot throbbing and him looking at you confused. He throws you down hard onto the ground.

“Any last words, Rexie?” Red Hood asks pointing his pistols at him confidently. Rex returns with a mischievous grin making you uneasy.

“You are too gullible Hood,” as soon as he says it an explosion knocks over wall closest to Red Hood. You cover your head as pieces of rubble fly across the room. 

Through the haze of smoke you make out a glaring red helmet amidst the rubble. No.

“Now listen,” Rex walks over and grabs you by the neck, “You listen to us and keep your mouth shut and that won’t happen to you.” 

Your feet struggle in the air as all of the air is ripped from your throat. Finally, he lets you go and you break down into a fit of coughs as oxygen finds its way again.

“We will call.” And with that Rex leaves.

You rub your sore throat and scramble to Red Hood. You begin removing the rubble from his chest and press your ear against it. Nothing has ever sounded as beautiful as the heartbeat coming from him. 

You look up at his face in relief but freeze. His helmet is damaged along the left side of his face exposing a shadow of a beard and a piercing blue eye you had seen hours before. 

You stroke your shaky hand along his cheek and hesitantly start to remove the helmet when a voice from it startles you.

“Hood, come in. Are you there?” a broken electronic voice urgently asks. You shake your head and lean in.

“H-he’s here. He’s um unconscious,” you say completely stupefied.

You hear cursing amongst the static, ‘I told him not to touch it. I will be right there Miss.” The voice crackles out.

You take his hand and lean over his face. His head starts twitching as he comes to with a groan.

“Shit, Y/N? Shit,” he grabs at his damaged helmet as he realizes his voice modulator is broken, “I mean Ms. stranger I mean...”

You put your hands on both sides of his helmet and he shuts up. You gently remove the helmet and Jason’s eyes track the emotion on your face. His hair falls messily and a cut is exposed on his face.

“Jay...” you say gently and he looks at you nervously. You hold up his helmet and with every bit of class you can muster you yell, “What the fuck?!”