#jason here is kind of like bruce when he would lecture jason!robin about being reckless

[non-binary-lil-star]

Red Hood: That was insane! Your dumb ass shouldn't have thrown yourself in front of those goons, God I'm never going on another mission with you

Tim!Robin: but I had an opening! I-

Red Hood: You were reckless! You could have gotten yourself hurt and Batman would literally kill me

Robin: Batman doesn't-

Red Hood: I don't fucking care! That was so dumb, DID YOU GET DROPPED ON YOUR HEAD AS A CHILD, BRAT?!

Robin: BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WAS EVER HELD!

Red Hood: ...

Robin:...

Red Hood: ... Are you okay, kid?

Robin: ...

Robin: * fingerguns *

[ladytauria]

You have too many wips I want to know more about ;-; but I will be strong and only ask about the jaytim teenage fantasies

haha, you’re definitely welcome to ask about more than one!

jaytim teenage fantasies is a duo of fics that has jaytim acting out two fantasies they had as teenagers. tim goes first, and it’s honestly kind of an accident. they’re talking about crushes, and robin, and tim confesses that many of his earliest fantasies involved robin

he ends up narrating one to jason, while acting out portions of the scene—

“You’d rescue me—from a mugger, maybe, or from falling. You whisk me off somewhere safe, where you can make sure I’m okay… and lecture me about recklessness.” Tim’s mouth quirks. “I’m grateful. Not just for the save, but for everything. I don’t bother listening to the lecture.” Shocking. “Instead, I have to ask. How do you do it? How do you protect Gotham, and watch out for Batman, and still live a normal life? It must be so hard.”

Jason can picture it.

Being fifteen again, when Robin was losing its magic. When he looked around Gotham, seeing not the people they’d saved—but the one’s they hadn’t. The ones they failed. He’s fighting with Bruce more and more, questioning everything. Even school doesn’t offer an escape. And Dick—well. Dick is great, but busy. Distant. And always fighting with Bruce.

He’s lonely. He doesn’t think he’d realized how much, then.

And then—

There’s Tim, looking at him with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, faintly awestruck and painfully earnest. In Jason’s mind, he’s not 12, 13 as he would have been, but 14. 15, even. Younger than him, but not young.

“It is. I know it is, now, and even then I suspected. You brush it off, though. After all, you’re Robin. This is what you do. And I say, ‘Yeah—but. You deserve to get something back. To be taken care of.’”

Fantasy-Tim’s cheeks grow red, while real-Tim’s pinken.

“’Let me make you feel good.’ And I drop to my knees.”

Jason’s breath catches. He’s flushed. His skin prickles; his cock stirs. Teenage-him probably would have panicked and fled, or tried to stop him; face tomato-red. Fantasy-teen Jason stays, biting his lip, back pressed against the wall, thighs parting.

He wants. He’s nervous. But he needs this. Needs someone’s soft touch. Concern. Affection. Fifteen-year-old Jason needed so badly for someone to care.

“I know now it’s a one-piece, but in the fantasy…” Tim pauses, then smiles and says, “In the fantasy, the panties come down easy.”

Jason shivers. His nipples feel tight—his whole body feels tight, like he’s too big for his skin. Teenage-him, scaly green panties around his knees; cock flushed and red, drooling at the sight of Tim pretty & pink-cheeked in front of him.

The way his pulse would have raced; his breath quickened.

“I doubt I would have been very good at it. Even teen me could admit that,” Tim says. “But I would have made up for it with eagerness. There’d have been a moment, a pause where I tried to figure out how to start.”

Fuck. He can see the look of concentration on fantasy-Tim’s face; that little furrow between his brows, the determination in his eyes. The way his gaze would have flicked up, toward Jason, then steeled.

His hand around the base of Jason’s cock—the way real-Tim’s hand is wrapping around it now. He curls his fingers into the sheets, feeling almost bad for the way fantasy-Jason has to scramble at brick.

side b focuses on one of jason’s fantasies—being tied up in wonder woman’s lasso, being made to ask for and admit everything he wants done to him. they can’t get her lasso, so they decide to mimic it as best they can with some (modified) truth pollen and rope~

i don’t have anything written for this yet unfortunately—it’s been giving me trouble lmao

side a is mostly finished, i’m just considering expanding the beginning, haha. but i’m waiting to post them as a set!

[curious about my wips? send me an ask about one of the ones listed here.]

[normaltothemax]

He catches the mumble, raises a brow, but doesn’t comment on it. That’s surprising, Tim says, but it’s really not. Jason’s the last person that ought to be giving lectures about being reckless. About getting in over your head, alone, in a dangerous situation. Glass houses and stones, right? Jason’s a lot of things, but he tries not to be a total hypocrite.

That’s Bruce’s job.

Jason snorts, lips twitching. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly running a day spa, here. Feel free to put a note in the suggestion box, though.” There’s a reason Leslie’s the doctor and he’s not. Outside of the street kids, working girls and boys, and victims he deals with, Jason doesn’t know how to do soft and kind. He’s too rough around the edges for that. All sharp points and jagged corners.

Sighing, he softens just slightly. Tim would have to look for it to really see it. He also quits his hovering, satisfied that Leslie didn’t miss anything, and goes to lean against the wall, arms still crossed. “Didn’t think you did.” It’s the truth. Timothy Jackson Drake is a lot of things, and Jason doesn’t really like him most days—can’t stand him, on the bad ones—but he’s far from stupid.

“But, from what I hear,” he’s got sources everywhere, best not to question it, “you weren’t the only one they took. So, and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong,” but he doesn’t think he is, “I’m willing to bet you did your damnedest to get them to focus on you the whole time, rather than everyone else.” Because that’s just the sort of thing Robin does, even when stuck in civvies. Even when they’re not Robin anymore.

Jason can’t even call him an idiot for it, because it’s exactly what he would do, in the same situation. Better them than everybody else, right?

He actually chuckled, shook his head. “Oh yeah, Timberly, you are so boned.” Bruce would do the whole disappointed act, especially since Jason doubted Tim planned on telling him what actually happened. But Dean would be so much worse. Jason kind of wanted to be there when he found out. He’d totally get roped into helping play nursemaid, but it might be worth it, solely for the comedic value. “You should’ve seen Dean after I came back the second time,” he snorted. “Barely left my side for months. God, he’s such a motherhen. He’s gonna hunt those bastards down, and once they’re dead, just hyperfocus on you. Good fucking luck with that.”

he jumps when Jason finally speaks before sinking further into the bed. he didn't want to hear what Jason could possibly say. and it's almost laughable to think that he wasn't going to take the chance to berate him and remind him of how much lesser he was. "that's surprising," he mumbles. he knew that he should thank Jason for doing what he did. there had never been a guarantee that he was going to show up. he could have just as easily dumped it on someone else. or just had Babs send an ambulance.

Tim doesn't really want to spiral into that rabbit hole of why Jason had come himself.

if Jason notices the way that he shifts anxiously under the scrutiny when he sidles up to the bed, he doesn't say anything. he hated that he couldn't get away from the elder's gaze. he knew that he looked like shit. he'd be more surprised if he didn't. spending nearly three days being slowly drained of the one thing he couldn't live without wasn't exactly a spa retreat. "your bedside manner could use some work." Tim knew that this was just easier. telling each other what they could do better instead of trying to find the words to express any sort of emotion. he was just as guilty of it.

"i didn't go looking for them, if that's what you think. i took a short cut and well here we are." it's Gotham. being followed isn't really something that none of them weren't used to. it was the sheer speed that vampire's possessed that caught him off guard. he was in civilian clothes at the time. there was nothing that he could have done to get away or protect himself. it was just one of those wrong place wrong time things.

fingers rub at his face at the thought of either of them lecturing him. "both of them are going to suck in their own way." Bruce wouldn't have any real idea what happened to him and would pull his usual stoic glare of disappointment. but Dean… oh god Dean would be the opposite. he'd fuss and fret and probably yell with all the best intentions.

yeah they were both going to suck.

[catxsnow]

THOMAS WAYNE B.W.

Request: Hi love, I was wondering if you can do a batmom imagine where both her and Bruce have a child together but they have selective mutism where they only talk to Bruce, batmom and Alfred.

Warning: I didn’t really know what I was doing, fluff, LMAO Jason’s death 

A/N: I was really winging it with this one I hope it sufficed for you! 

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.8k

You and Bruce had been together a long time. Long enough that you had to cry by his side when Jason died. Long enough to help get through the pain of losing him and having Tim fill a void that he couldn't replace. Long enough that you knew the Batman possibly more than he knew himself.

Bruce loved you, he did for a long time. It wasn't until Dick had moved on from Robin did he realize how much he relied on you. Batman without Robin was dangerous, but Bruce Wayne without (Y/N) (L/N)? That would have been even worse.

Life with him was far from perfect but you had found perfection within each day and that was all that matter. No matter how many times you or Alfred had to stitch him up or lecture him for being so reckless, all that mattered was that you got to fall asleep next to him every night. As long as you were safe in his arms, that was all that he cared about.

After years of dating, you had gotten pregnant. It had totally been an accident, but the second that Bruce saw his son's face, he knew that he wouldn't trade it for the world. You had named your son Thomas, after his father. Bruce had nearly cried when you offered the name.

Thomas Wayne had been the exact kind of child that you expected. He loved his father, and he loved his older brothers. Dick was barely out of being Robin when Thomas was born. He was the only reason that Dick willing came back to the manor - and to visit you as well. He was the exact kind of older brother that you wanted for your kid.

Jason on the other hand... you didn't trust Thomas with him without you there as well. He was there for a lot of big moments with Thomas - walking, learning how to talk, potty training. Jason had surprisingly been willing to help - but also was wanting to put your son in less than ideal situations.

The batcave was their favourite place to hide away from you. Jason would show your son all those cool tricks he could do and half the time he would get so distracted he wouldn't notice Thomas walk off and try to grab something sharp and dangerous. It didn't matter, Jason quickly became his favourite and would nearly chat his ear off.

It was when Jason had died did things really change.

Bruce had lost himself. He became violent as Batman, more willing to teeter of his line of morality. He was a changed person, and if it wasn't for you he didn't know how badly he would have ended up. You worried about your lover, a lot. Nothing you did seem to be able to help him over come Jason's death.

It didn't just affect him, it had affect your son as well. Thomas had gone quiet, very quiet for any five year old. It worried you and Bruce. Jason's death had devastated him to a point that you didn't think he would ever be able to go back to his old self. He would talk to you and Bruce just like he always had, Alfred too. But anyone else that came near him? Silence.

You were sure that Thomas had become petrified that if he came close to someone again that he would lose them. Even Dick, the only other person he had known his whole life had been excluded from his life. You felt terrible for your oldest son - you didn't wish it to be this way. No one had.

When Tim came around, you thought things might change. Bruce was slowly becoming his old self again, though he was still haunted by the nightmares of Jason. He was turning back into the man that you fell in love with, the man that would spoil you and call you beautiful, even when you didn't feel like it.

Thomas still remained mute around Tim. He didn't seem to hate the older boy, but he was nervous around him. Tim didn't take this personally, he knew that trauma could look like many forms. He tried his best to make Thomas comfortable around him, while it seemed to make a difference, your son still wasn't the lively child he once was.

You and Bruce truly appreciated Tim for putting in so much effort with him. Sometimes, it felt like neither of you could ever get through to him - Tim was able to do that. You had taken Thomas to therapy, counselling, anything to try and get him to talk about his feelings - everyone you went to he wouldn't say word.

It was when Damian came around did you start to have problems. Damian was the blood son of Bruce, not you. Damian was barely older than Thomas meaning that you and Bruce had still been dating when he was born. You had known about what Talia had done to Bruce, the influence that she had put him under.

The second that it had happened, he had told you. You were mad at first, of course - some other woman had sex with your boyfriend how couldn't you be? It took you a while to understand that he didn't have a choice in the matter. Bruce had been drugged, this wasn't his fault, it was hers.

You detested Damian when he first arrived. He was a reminder of his mother, someone that you despised. Damian felt the same way towards you - just because you were dating his father didn't mean that you needed to pretend that you were his mother as well. He already had one of those, he didn't need another.

Thomas seemed to get angered with Damian quite easily. Damian would tease your son, he didn't understand why he didn't talk. It wasn't something that he had seen before. Not to mention that his people skills were already terrible from being in the League his whole life.

So, when Thomas came running into your room with tears streaming down his face, you had completely lost it with Damian. He was down in the cave with Bruce when you went storming down there. Your face had been tinged red with anger and you couldn't control yourself from losing your shit with the 'blood son'.

Bruce had never seen you this angry. The threats, the pure rage that you had against this little boy that had no right to just show up here and think that he owns the place. You were furious at him for teasing your son for being a mute. Bruce had tried to step in, unsure of what was going on with you but the second that he saw your glare towards him, he knew not to get in your way.

Damian had been through a lot in his short twelve years of life. But seeing you, the girlfriend of Batman, hold him up by the collar of his suit and threaten that if he ever made fun of Thomas ever again it would be the end of him? That made him a little nervous. He had gained a respect for you that day.

He also never bothered Thomas ever again.

"Clark is bringing his son over today" Bruce told you. The two of you were laying in bed. He was laying on his back looking up at the roof while you rested against his chest. You absentmindedly traced the scars engraved on his body. "He's the same age as Thomas and Damian, maybe they can get along."

You scoffed at the idea of Damian getting along with anyone his age. "Okay, maybe Thomas and Jon will get along," Bruce changed his statement. You wanted what was best for your son, maybe a little bit of Kent mentality would help him. He always liked Superman, it had been a while since he was able to visit.

"Dick said he was coming by today, too," you tilted your head up to look at Bruce. "I think he misses me."

"I don't blame him," Bruce pecked your lips. You wished to kiss him for longer, but a loud crash from downstairs pulled you back. Bruce sighed, it was rare that you ever got to spend mornings together like this, something seemed to always ruin it. "I'm going to guess that Dick got here early."

You sighed, but agreed with his assumption. The two of you quickly got out of bed and dressed for the day to see what the hell was going on in your home. The second that you stepped foot down stairs, you couldn't help but let a smile work its way onto your face. Thomas and Dick were both to make breakfast.

"What are my two lovely boys doing this morning?" You asked. Dick nudged Thomas and jutted his head towards the coffee mug on the counter. He grabbed the mug and brought it over to you with a grin on his face. "Morning, baby." You kissed the top of his head and grabbed the hot coffee.

"I wanted to surprise you and dad, and Dick offered to help," Thomas explained to you in a low voice. He was still weary of talking around Dick, but had come a far way from what he used to be like. You looked between the two of them, Dick's cooking skill were less  trusted than your trust in Thomas' - both of which were less than good.

"Thank you, Tommy," You smiled once more at him. "Your father is on his way down, should we get coffee for him too?" Thomas nodded his head and nearly dragged you over to where you kept the mugs. While he poured another coffee, you turned to Dick.

You happily accepted his open arms. "How's my other boy?" you asked him as you pulled away. After being such an important figure in Dick's life for so long, he was always happy to call you his mother.

"Good," Dick responded. Bruce had joined you downstairs and Thomas had much the same reaction with him as he did you. "He's coming along. I remember when he wouldn't even say a word if someone else was in the room other than you and Bruce."

"I'm proud of him," you agreed. "What I'm wondering, is how Alfred let you into the kitchen after last time." Dick laughed at you accusation - but it was true. He had to very persuasively convince Alfred to let the two of them cook you breakfast. "Your bacon's burning," you patted his chest, cutting off his laughing.

You had lots of struggles with Thomas as he grew up. Going through school was difficult. The teachers would get frustrated at him and the kids would bully him. You were sure if he wasn't the son of Bruce Wayne that he would have gotten it a lot worse. As much as you hated the title of being the most famous wife in Gotham, you were glad that some good came out of it.

Thomas had trouble making friends and he rarely brought anyone home to play with. It hurt you and Bruce to see your son so upset sometimes because of how different he was. For a while. Bruce considered training Thomas into being Robin - maybe it would help him gain confidence. However, the second that you brought up the idea to your son, he had shut it down.

You wanted what was best for him, and after all these years neither of you were sure what that was going to be.

If Bruce was any other man, Thomas would have been far to grown for him to be carried around. However, both of your favourite men came towards you with your son latched onto Bruce's hip. "Did you hear who's coming over today?" You asked Thomas, who shook his head. "Clark and his son, Jon."

Thomas looked more excited than you had seen him be in a while. Bruce set him down so that he could go finish helping Dick make you a... delicious breakfast, hopefully. You cuddled into Bruce's side, watching the two boys that you raised work together. The second you looked up at him, he kissed you.

In the corner of your eye, you could see that Dick was blocking Thomas' eyes so he wouldn't have to see you kiss. You giggled at the two of them.

Thomas may have struggled lots in his life, but he had a countless amount of people that were there to support him every step of the way. You and Bruce never once neglected your son because of his condition, it was a learning curve for you both but loving your son would always come first. You were sure Bruce loved him more than he ever loved you - not that you could blame him, Thomas had that affect on people.

Not long after you finished eating breakfast, which wasn't as bad as you or Bruce were expecting it to be, Clark and Jon arrived. Damian had joined you when you were seated in the dining room though didn't say much until you told him that the Kent's were coming over. Much like his father, he was wearing of the Kryptonians.

It had been years since you had seen Jon. He was still just a little toddler who couldn't say much and couldn't control his powers. Now, he was the same age as Damian and well surpassed him in height. Clark was friendly to you, as per usual. When he looked over at Thomas, he was astonished by just how much he had grown since the last time.

"You've gotten so big," Clark exclaimed. He knelt down on one knee to be eye level with Thomas. Although your son liked Clark, he still refused to speak to him. Instead, he let out a beautiful smile and then scurried back over to you to whisper into your ear.

"Tommy says it's nice to see you again. And that he's been drinking lots of milk so that he can get just as big and strong as you," you relayed his words. Thomas tugged your sleeve down again, correcting your statement. "Oh, sorry, hun. He says he going to get bigger and stronger than you."

Clark laughed and ruffled Thomas's hair. Jon, nearly skidded on the floor as he rushed over to Thomas. "Hi! I'm Jon," he stuck his hand out to shake Thomas', to which he did. "Dad says that me and you are going to be great friends."

Thomas nodded at Jon. He held a single finger up to him as if to tell him to just wait a moment. This time, he ran over to Bruce and got him to crouch down to hearing level. He nodded along as words were whispered to him and then straightened back up again when Thomas ran back to Jon.

"Thomas would like to know if you and Damian would like to join him for ice cream this afternoon," Bruce looked over at Jon. Before arriving, Clark had told his son that Thomas was a little different from the rest of the kids as school, but he was still a good heart-ed soul.

"TT, I suppose," Damian answered, crossing his arms. He didn't look to excited to be going but you also knew him well enough that he was quite fond of the frozen treat.

"I'd love to!" Jon grinned. Thomas gestured for him to follow to where you assumed was his room. You looked over at Damian and jutted your head for him to follow as well. Reluctantly, he did. That left you, Bruce, Clark, and Dick together. Clark surely came over for business about the Justice League but you didn't bother to ask.

"You raised him well," Clark complimented you and Bruce. He didn't expect Batman to be such a loving father. Thomas needed that extra bit of love more than the other boys.

"Did we?" You asked. "I just want him to be happy, I feel like most of the time he isn't. We've gotten used to his muteness but a lot of the kids at school make fun of him for it. I worry about him."

"You're doing great, (Y/N)," Dick assured. He brought you into a side hug and kissed the top of your head. Even those you raised him for much of his life, now it seemed that he was the one that would parent you. "Thomas is a great kid, I don't think that anything is going to stop him from being happy when he's got you."

A series of laughs could be heard from upstairs. The harmony of noise brought a smile to your face. Even though you had your ups and downs raising your child in this hectic life, he was still turning out pretty okay.

Maybe you and Bruce didn't do so bad after all.

[gaygent37]

Could you do an ABO where the reason why Dick left and Bruce adopted Jason was because Dick had a teenage pregnancy? and the dad is Roy and when Lian is born everyone lies about who the mom is and that Dick is just the cool uncle ho is always there and no one knows the truth except Dick, Bruce and Roy.

He was young, excited, and honestly really dumb. He thought he was invincible because he was Robin. Everyone loved him, and he was a ray of sunshine in Gotham. As Dick Grayson, people sent him compliments left and right about how adorable he was, and how lucky Bruce was to have him as a son.

And perhaps, it got to his head a little bit. Dick was overconfident and tended to get little reckless with adrenaline pumping in his veins.

Dick could still remember that night with startling clarity.

He and Roy had just gotten back from a mission. It did not even matter what the mission was for. All Dick could recall was that it was a huge success, and he was abound with energy. So much so that it triggered his presentation prematurely. Typically, people presented around the time they turned eighteen, but it is possible to present a bit earlier or later. 

Dick was sixteen and a half when his first heat was triggered, and he had no one else there but Roy. His pheromones were so powerful that he had triggered Roy’s premature presentation too. And so, the night went. 

The two of them - one deep in heat, the other in the beginnings of his rut - found the nearest flat surface and christened it all night long. Dick still remembered the feeling of his first alpha knot swelling inside of him and pumping his fertile body full of delicious alpha seed. 

Even in his heat-hazy mind, Dick was sure he knew exactly when it happened. It was a little shiver that ran through his full body and a tiny moan from his throat. Dick just knew. 

But the next morning, Dick ignored it, denied it, blocked it from his memory. He and Roy swore never to bring that night up again. They gave their respective mentors no explanation of what happened to cause them both to present prematurely on the same night. 

It was Alfred who convinced Dick to take a pregnancy test. A month and a half after the incident, Alfred finds out that Dick had been throwing up in his bathroom every morning. 

It took some yelling and a lot more denial before Dick finally broke down and told Alfred what had happened that night. Alfred was sympathetic, and he let the young omega cry into his shoulder for hours. He did not tell Bruce.

Alfred held Dick’s hand while Dick waited for the results of the pregnancy test. Then, he held the boy again when he started crying at the news. 

It was positive, but Dick already knew that. It was just that it was so jarring to see it on paper.

“It’s going to be okay, Master Dick,” Alfred said, pushing back Dick’s tear-matted bangs.

“No,” Dick sobbed, tears and snot flowing freely. “Bruce’s gonna fire me, and- and he’s gonna kick me out! And- And Roy-” He took a shuddering breath and started crying anew. 

“Master Bruce won’t kick you out,” Alfred assured. “I won’t let him.” Those words did little to soothe Dick’s worries, especially considering he did not deny that Bruce will fire him. 

Bruce took the news rather well.

He sat stoically behind his desk, staring at Dick, who almost shrank back under his gaze. 

“How far?” Bruce asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“T-Two months,” Dick mumbled, twisting the tissue in his hands. 

Bruce sighed, closing his eyes. He was silent for a long time. “I have a friend who is an obstetrician-gynecologist who specializes in... exceptional cases. She won’t say anything.”

Dick sniffled. He had been prepared for a sharp lecture on responsibility, but it never came. He nodded and asked the question that had been eating away at him day and night since he found out.

“Are you going to fire me?” he whispered. 

“You can’t be Robin if you’re pregnant, Dick,” Bruce said coldly. 

Dick nodded, understanding that much. “Then, where... where will I go?”

Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? You’re still staying here, of course. You just be...” he sighed. “You’ll just be a normal teenager. I suppose I’ll have to pull you out of school as well. I’ll see if Madame Beaulieu is still tutoring...” Then, he gave Dick a sharp look. “Have you told the father yet?”

Dick twisted his tissue some more. “Not yet,” he said. 

Bruce’s lips pressed together. “You should talk to him. Whatever you two decide...” He sighed again and shook his head. “I just hope it doesn’t mean I will have to see Queen more often.”

Dick cracked the tiniest of smiles at that. Maybe things really were going to be okay. 

“Roy, I’m pregnant.”

Roy’s bowstring twanged as it snapped against his forearm. “Shit!” Roy yelled before turning to Dick. “You’re what?!”

“Pregnant,” Dick said, much calmer than he felt inside. He handed Roy another arrow.

Roy stared at him. “Fuck, it’s mine, isn’t it?” he asked. He dropped his bow and crouched down, snatching the arrow from Dick and tossing it aside. “Was it- Was it because of... that night?”

Dick nodded, pulling his legs up to his chest. “Yeah,” he whispered. 

Roy sat down, dumbfounded. “Oh my god...”

“I know,” Dick said. 

“Do you know its gender?” Roy asked.

Dick shook his head. “It’s too early to tell.”

“Oh,” Roy said. “What are you going to do?” he asked, staring at Dick’s belly, which had yet to show. “What about Robin?”

“I’m not Robin anymore,” Dick said, still miserable about that. “But B is letting me stay. As for afterwards... I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t want a kid, Roy. Not right now at least.”

Roy nodded. “I know what you mean,” he said. Then, he looked up at Dick. “Can I...?”

Dick laughed and uncurled himself. “You won’t feel anything,” he said, but he still let Roy touch. “My OBGYN said I probably won’t show for a while since I presented really early.”

“Oh,” Roy said, still in wonder. “Can I feel when you do start to show?”

Dick smiled. “Sure, Roytoy.”

Past that point, everything went smoothly. Dick mostly stayed at the Manor, occasionally going to visit Roy, but Roy mostly came over. They spent many nights just cuddling together in bed, despite Bruce’s unsubtle glare sent in Roy’s direction the first few times he stayed the night.

Dick’s belly grew as the months passed, and the baby was very healthy despite Dick’s young age, and Roy came with him to the OBGYN to find out the gender.

“A girl?” Roy asked, his voice suspiciously high. 

The doctor nodded. “A perfectly healthy baby girl.”

Roy burst out crying, and Dick knew then that the baby was not going anywhere. As he suspected, Roy admitted that he wanted to take responsibility of the child after Dick gives birth. He even had a name picked out: Lian Harper.

Dick told him then that he was not ready to be tied down with a kid of his own, but he would like to be in Lian’s life, one way or another. They agreed on the plan and told Bruce and Alfred.

Bruce was almost relieved when he heard the news, and he was much more welcoming to Roy after that. Dick had the feeling that Bruce was not ready for the title of “grandfather” yet either, but he would not mind having a tiny child around in the Manor.

Roy did not tell Oliver anything until after six months after Dick had Lian. Oliver had been outraged, and he fired Roy for being irresponsible and for not telling Oliver anything. Roy had also lied and said the mother was some random girl he had met. Roy was not too upset about it, saying he and Oliver had been at odds for a while now.

Despite their heated parting, Oliver did pay for Roy and Lian to move into a penthouse of their own in one of the nicest areas of Gotham. It was fortunately close to the Manor as well, and Dick could visit them often. 

But Dick... he was free again. As soon as he had gotten back in shape, Dick upped and left the Manor, and Nightwing was born. 

Dick lived and breathed Nightwing. Most nights, towards the end of patrol, Dick would drop by Roy’s penthouse to say hi to Roy and to greet Lian, who adored her uncle Nightwing. 

Dick was so happy with Nightwing that he was almost accepting of the new Robin. Almost.

Jason was brash and rude. He had screamed and recoiled violently from Lian when he first met her because Lian tried touching his face with her jelly covered fingers.

At least Lian found it incredibly entertaining.

“DeeDee!” Lian giggled, holding her hands out and wrapping them around Dick’s neck instead. “Jelly!” She pointed at Jason.

Dick grimaced and laughed. “That’s Jason, baby girl,” he said.

“Jelly!” Lian laughed, waving at Jason again. Jason glared at her from a safe distance away. Her other hand went to Dick’s hair, her sticky fingers pulling at her hair. 

“Let’s go wash your hands,” Roy said, taking Lian from Dick. “You’re going to get Dickie all dirty. He’s supposed to be training Jason, and you’re supposed to have a nap now.”

“No!” Lian shouted, kicking her legs. “Daddy, no! Jelly! DeeDee!”

“I’m going to go put her down for a nap,” Roy said with a grimace, Lian’s fingers now in his hair too. “Work on that roundhouse kick, kid!”

Jason frowned at Roy’s back as he walked away. “I’m not a kid,” he grumbled, walking back to the training mats.

“Buba!” Lian screamed at Bruce when he walked by, still begging for someone to save her from the nap. 

Dick laughed at Bruce’s alarmed expression. Then, he turned back to Jason. “You kind of are a kid though,” he said. “Now, let’s try the kicks again. Make sure to keep your legs straight, otherwise you won’t get that impact you want.”

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I wasn’t sure how to end this, so it was a bit sudden. And there isn’t... really... smut in this, but I had no idea how to work it in. Still, writing this was fun, so thanks for the prompt!