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cainware · 2 years
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I feel like Jason becomes very protective over his siblings, like even Dick, post-reconcile with the family. Like this man is the Only Fucker that's allowed to fuck with them and make their lives difficult. He actively seeks out anyone that might mess with his family and makes their lives a living hell, and though he does do some shady shit sometimes, he'll always be cursed to care about the batfamily.
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ew-selfish-art · 10 months
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My brain is unwilling to let go of Twin AU prompts. Sorry for the long post lmao.
Jazz and Jason are getting pretty serious in their relationship, and honestly, they’ve both been hesitant to introduce their family members to one another despite constantly talking about them. They’ve been dating since she started her doctoral studies at Gotham U and she’s about to defend her dissertation, so it really is about time. He saved her in her first week as the Red Hood and he immediately felt at home with her (something, something liminal), she runs into him the next day at a coffee shop and thanks him for taking the time to help her. 
Identities are obviously blown. Jason knows that her brother works in ‘politics’ and her younger sister is a travel blogger, and that the three of them don’t talk to her mad scientist parents anymore. Jazz knows that he came back from the dead, his adoptive family had a slew of issues in addition to their hero-complexes and that he would be prepared to kill for any one of his siblings. Their communication skills are top notch. 
But then came the issue of actually meeting the family. Like Jazz knows all of the drama between the siblings but could not pick them out of a line up, or more importantly, know who to talk to if an emergency situation came up. Jason agrees, that yeah, it would probably be for the best if he could at least identify her little brother and sister if they had to like, meet at hospital or something. 
So that was the plan. Invite just siblings over to their shared apartment, no parents and no fuss. (She even called Danny ahead of time to tell him not to portal straight into the apartment, he needed to walk in the door like a normal person. They could share Ghost King secrets later.) 
Tim arrives first, he’d been working a case nearby and Jazz & Jason live pretty close to a nice coffeeshop, so he stopped along the way. He’d done some creeping to figure out that she drinks Chai so he brought one for her. Creepy and yet, endearing. 
Ellie comes in second from the window, launching into a story about how annoying it was to find the place with all the gloom, didn’t this city have any respect for the dead? Tim doesn’t get it but Jason is laughing along so Tim files it away for later. 
Dick comes in with a shit ton of Pizza he panic ordered, a fruit bouquet and two bottles of wine from Bruce’s cellar. Duke came along with him, a large tupperware of Alfred’s cookies. 
Then Steph, Babs and Cass show up, immediately treating Jazz like family while also being hella suspicious about the whole thing. She notices them looking at her hands and Jazz explains that no, they weren’t doing this because Jason proposed. Steph and Cass are annoyed at Jason but tell Jazz she could do better if she wanted. Babs is happy they aren’t rushing into anything (she’s the only one besides Tim that knows how long they’ve been dating- this is just to throw out a red herring for the others)
Everyone is getting along and having a great time, Ellie being a natural entertainer along side Dick, everyone trying to tell embarrassing stories about Jason. Loud noises are coming from the hallway when they realize that neither Damian nor Danny had arrived. 
Rushing out the door, the boys are alternating putting each other into choke holds and arguing about not being clones. Danny keeps phasing out of Damian’s grip and Damian keeps pulling out more knives. The hallway looks like it had been blown up and the two are continuing to yell at one another about going to a family dinner. Jason and Jazz just stare at them from the doorway, and wouldn’t you know it, they look like fucking twins. 
Jazz grabs Danny, Jason grabs Damian, and everyone is fucking confused. Both sides of the family can confirm growing up with the twins, that neither are a clone. Ellie helpfully supplies that she’s the clone and that opens a whole other bag of chaos. 
Eventually they get everyone to sit down for dinner and the night gets weirder from there. 
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flamingpudding · 10 months
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Next part of Ghost Kid in Gotham
Previous Part: 1
Next Part: 3
Literal Ankle Biter
"Fuck!"
"Red Hood are you okay?
Jason let out a grunt as answer before a muttered "I am fucking fine." followed and he attempted to shut off the coms on his helmet again. This was the third time Oracle had decided to reactivate his coms and fuck did he not want to deal with his siblings in his ears right now.
"You little shit, why do you have such sharp teeth?!" So far no blood had been drawn by these sharp chompers. But he would probably have bite mark shaped bruises.
"Oracle put his video feed on the Batcomputer!" He heard one of his siblings over the coms, great that was the last thing he needed right now. Swiftly he turned off the coms again but he had no time to remove his helmet to chuck it into one of the dark corners of his apartment as sharp teeth lunged for his arm again.
He held up his gun and the sharp teeth chomped down around the barrel of his gun. He let out a fleeting chuckle as he spied a grimace on his small attacker's face. "Ha, not so fun chewing on metal is it now?"
"HOOD WHY THE FUCK IS THERE ARE CHILD CHEWING THE BARREL OF YOUR GUN?!"
Wow actual cursing from Dick that must really look bad to them.
"A CHILD IS DOING WHAT?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. The magazine is empty and there is no bullet left in it." He yelled back into the coms as he dropped the gun, and with that the child, to the floor to finally take off his helmet to throw it into the kitchen. His siblings in the Bat Cave can have some fun staring at his title flooring there.
Meanwhile he stared down at the kid that was staring back at him from the floor, the gun no longer between their teeth. The kid was staring at him the same way it had earlier sitting on the ground like a cat ready to pounce on their prey.
When he had first entered his apartment he had noted that it was way colder than it should be. At first he had thought his heater might have broken but then two Lazarus Pit green orbs stared back at him from the darkness of his room. His first instinct was, of course, to pull out his gun and aim it.
Then his brain kicked in with reasoning and he started cursing Nightwing over the coms accusing him of attempting to prank him. Because he was the only one coming close enough to his apartment on today's patrol to pull off a prank on him and not trigger all the alarms that were set up.
He will never admit to the little scream that came through the coms before shutting it off as he flicked his lights on and found a literal kid wearing an oversized Nasa shirt perched on his living room table staring at him like he was the intruder to his own apartment.
Before he could even ask a question, that feral kid pounced with their mouth wide open, sharp teeth glinting in the bad lighting of his apartment and ready to chomp down on any of his limbs. He had gotten a hold of the kid a couple of times but every time the kid somehow managed to slip out of his hold. Before attempting to gnaw on his arm or leg again.
Of course his grunts had alerted his siblings every fucking time Oracle had to switch on his coms when he switched them off on fucking purpose. Seriously he did not need for his siblings to hear or see him struggling agains a fucking child of all things. In his defence the kid was fucking feral and obviously wanted to make him its new chewtoy.
"Okay kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He lifted both his hands letting his palms face the kid who of all things started hissing at him. What kind of child fucking hisses like a cat?! A fucking kid that pounces and attacks like a cat apparently.
Well there went his throw blanket as he swiftly ripped it apart and made the kid bite on that instead of his arm and tie the ripped off strip around the kids head. Once the kid was properly gagged with no choking danger, he wrapped the rest of the blanket around the kid so it wouldn't start thinking about using his hands and feet to fight instead of only its teeth.
"Don't glare at me like that. I gave you a choice." The kid was glaring daggers at him and he could only smugly smile down at them before he frowned.
Now that he finally got a better look at his small attacker, he noticed some things. For one there was the glaring fact that the kid looked way too much like the demon brat when he had been younger like a carbon copy. His first thought was that the kid was a fucking clone but so far any clone they came across was at least same age as the demon brat, that feral kid didn't look any older than seven or eight.
Second thing he noticed was that the kids' eyes flickered between the Lazarus green and a sky blue, both colors were glowing though. So was this a meta kid? Or considering the clone theory, a failed experiment the bitch Talia had dropped in a Lazarus Pit?
Then there was the fact that the Pit in his mind was strangely quiet and not the least bit aggressive or angry by the feral kids presence, no in fact the pit felt the calmest it ever had in a long time, even a little protective if he interpreted part of the silence correctly.
Who the fuck was that kid?
The sound of snapping teeth ripped him out of his thoughts and he stared down at the kid again just in time to pull his leg away from shape chompers. Somehow that feral brat had wiggled his way over to his legs and had also chewed his way through the makeshift gag that lay discarded at the kids former placement. "The fuck is wrong with you little shit?!"
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By the time Jason rolled with his bike into the Bat Cave, his siblings had fallen into a state of absolute chaos arguing back and forth, the footage from his helmet still playing on a part of the screen while a screen shot from the time the kid used his gun as chewtoy was taken and zoomed in to get a close up of the kids face.
Not that it helped considering the image was tat bit blurry but had enough quality that his siblings could see the kids similarities to the demon brat. Which probably was the cause for them arguing back and forth if that kid was a clone or some sort of experiment considering the age boy appeared to be.
"Jason?! What happened to the child?!" Of course it had to be Dick that noticed him first.
"Dropped him off the Wayne tower, what do you think?" He snarked back as he lifted the buritoed child that was aggressively gnawing on a gag made from bat wire. He rolled with his eyes at his siblings' gasps. Look they didn't have to deal with the kids biting or attemtping to bite them when they drove a fucking motorcycle. The wire was reassurance, after the kid managed to chew through at least three ropes, and two cloth made gags. The boy had razors as teeth and Jason had not been in the mood to risk crashing on his way to the Cave, okay?!
"Damn he does look like Damien but in small size." Tim mentioned as he got a little closer, curiosity getting the best of him before turning to the teenager in question. "Think it's a clone?"
"<tt> of course it is. Most likely a failed one Mother didn't dispose of for some reasons." Dick arched an eyebrow as Jeason just studied the youngest among them. The way the demon brat had said that felt wrong and by the way Dick was looking at the brat, he wasn't the only one that noticed.
"The fuck you want me to do with that little shit?" He was getting tired of holding up the kid like the boy was some prize he caught. Well he did catch that little biter in a way anyway.
Tim let out a shriek and jumped back from Jason and the kid, a syringe in his hand with a little blood drawn from the boy. The older could only raise an eyebrow as the younger gave the biter a wary look and shuffled back to create more distance. The kid still bound by blanket burrito on the other hand had managed to chew through fucking bat wire and was snapping and hissing in Tims direction eyes brightly growing green.
"Carefully he bites."
"His eyes they…"
"Glow Lazarus green, yes."
Really did he need to state all the obvious things to his siblings.
"We should just get rid of that thing." Oh gee demon brats, solution to everything. Just get rid of it. Even if it was a clone, he was holding up a fucking kid here. He may kill but even he wouldn't step so low as to kill a fucking child just cause it would be convenient.
"Now, now let's just figure out if the kid is really a clone or maybe a Meta." Ever the peacemaker Dick tried as Jason and Damien glared at each other while Tim made his way to the Batcomputer to analyze the little bit of blood he had been able to withdraw before the kid started snapping at him. Suddenly the blanket in his grip felt lighter than it had before. Staring at the empty blanket burrito a curse escaped his lips alerting his other two siblings.
"Where did the child go?" Dick asked panicked but let out a yelp as something rushed past his feet deeper into the bat cave.
"You imbecile can't you even keep a child contained?"
"Shut the fuck up, the blanket burrito was secure enough to at least get here with that feral biter. I wanna see you try to not get fucking biten by the kid when driving a bike!"
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captainsophiestark · 1 month
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Unexpected Guest
Dick Grayson x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: DC
Summary: Dating a vigilante sometimes leads to a few false alarm scares, but Dick Grayson couldn't be happier with how well his partner rolls with his crazy family.
Word Count: 1,410
Category: Fluff
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Crash!
My eyes shot open at the sound of a noise from the living room of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Dick Grayson. The man in question still snored peacefully next to me, annoyingly, but a quick glance at the clock told me why. It wasn't quite 5am, and Dick had been out patrolling until one in the morning. I listened carefully for any other noises in the apartment. I didn't want to wake my poor boyfriend up unless I absolutely had to.
After a few minutes of nothing, I heard another crash followed by a tense voice and what sounded like hushed swearing. This time, I didn't hesitate to roll over and whack Dick on the chest, hard.
His eyes shot open and he was half sitting up when I managed to throw a hand over his mouth to keep him from giving away that we were awake. My wide eyes must've tipped him off to something being wrong, because I immediately saw him shift from sleepy to ready for action.
Slowly, I dropped my hand from his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"There's someone in our living room. I heard two crashes and someone swearing."
Dick nodded once, then motioned with his hands while mouthing 'stay here'. He hopped off the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks from where he'd thrown them onto the dresser, then stalked towards the door with catlike grace and stealth. After a minute, I decided I couldn't just let him go alone, superhero or no, so I grabbed the bat I kept by my side of the bed and followed after him.
Dick popped out the door, and after a moment without hearing anything, I followed, bat at the ready. I found my boyfriend with one hand on his hip, weapons down, staring into the kitchen. I followed his gaze to find none other than Jason Todd in our kitchen, a mixing bowl and some eggs in front of him and a look with a significant lack of guilt on his face.
"What? I was after somebody and it dragged me all the way to Bludhaven. I needed a place to crash that was closer than Gotham."
Dick and I both shook our heads. As the oldest of a very high number of siblings, his apartment had become a second home base for every single other batkid. When we'd finally moved in together last month, he'd warned me I needed to be prepared for things like this.
"Glad you know to help yourself, Little Wing," said Dick with a sigh, waving one tired hand to Jason before turning and heading back to bed. I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me, then headed into the kitchen with a smile.
"My tax for you making me think I'd have to fight off an assailant with a bat at five in the morning is my own serving of whatever you're making," I said, taking a seat on one of the kitchen island stools. Jason raised an eyebrow at me.
"You're not going back to bed?"
"Nah. Unlike Dick, I got to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour last night, so the adrenaline dump isn't threatening to put me to sleep. I'd rather hang out with you, especially since you're a better cook than Dick and I combined. I'm not missing out on that."
Jason snorted, cracking an egg and resuming his cooking all the same.
"Dick contributes nothing to your combined cooking score," he said. "I'm pretty sure he's burned cereal before."
I laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. He's gotten better though. We watch the Food Network and look up recipes to make together, and I can trust him with way more than I used to be able to."
"If you could teach him anything it'd be a miracle," said Jason with a snort. I just hummed, trying to pick up some new skills of my own as I watched Jason cook.
"To be totally fair to him, I once forgot what I was doing and strained soup because I was on autopilot for pasta."
Jason barked a laugh, unable to hold himself back, and looked at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow.
"Really?" I nodded. "That's pathetic."
I just shrugged. "Yeah. But at least there's not a lot of places to go but up, after that."
"I guess so."
Jason and I chatted as he cooked and I watched, keeping our voices low so Dick could sleep—although, after the night he'd had, he'd probably sleep through a train in our living room. After breakfast, Jason decided to go down for a nap on the couch, passing out almost as soon as we'd put the last few dishes in the sink. I just smiled, threw a blanket over him, and wandered back into the bedroom to find Dick.
It was late enough in the morning now that my boyfriend was officially up and about, stretching by the bed with his hair still a little messed up from sleeping. I grinned and flopped down against the headboard as he crossed the room to the dresser to pull out clothes.
"How's Jaybird?" he asked. "Still a good cook?"
"Still a great cook. And he's good. He seems a little wiped out from patrols and stuff, though. He's taking a nap on the couch right now."
Dick smiled and shook his head. "I get up and he goes to sleep. Typical."
"Clearly he's avoiding you."
"Clearly."
Dick and I shared a smile, and then he sighed.
"I'm going to take a shower. Hopefully Jason will be up by the time I'm out, because I actually have things to do today."
I smiled, shifting on the bed to pull the covers over myself. "I'm sure you can be quiet if he's not. Wake me up when you're out of the shower, okay? A post-breakfast nap sounds too good to resist right now."
My boyfriend laughed. "Alright, will do. I'll wake you and Jason up when I'm out."
"Mhm. Good luck with him."
"Thanks, I'm gonna need it."
I closed my eyes, getting comfortable and ready for my nap, but before I drifted off I heard Dick's shuffling footsteps crossing the room to stand by my side of the bed. A second later, he sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight. I cracked an eye open to squint at him.
"What do you want?"
He grinned at me and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to interfere with your nap. I just... I wanted to say how much I appreciate you, and how good you are with my family. They mean the world to me, but I know having vigilantes dropping in at all hours of the day and night can be a little much to deal with. So thank you for being so wonderful about it, and about them."
I sighed, sitting all the way up and propping myself up on my hands to look Dick in the eye.
"Dick, I love you. And I love your family. Sure, it took a little getting used to some of the vigilante stuff, but the longer I know them the more I love them. You don't have to thank me for anything. They're my family too."
Dick absolutely beamed at me, wrapping one arm around my back and pulling me in for a kiss. I immediately reciprocated, tangling one hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. I smiled into the kiss and a moment later, Dick deepened it. We were right on the edge of escalating into something more, but both thought better of it at the last moment.
"I should take a shower," he said, still looking a little reluctant as he pulled away.
"Yeah, and you should stop interrupting my nap."
Dick snorted, rolling his eyes as he finally stood and headed for the bathroom. I grinned after him as he went, flopping back down onto my pillow only as Dick closed the bathroom door.
I took a deep breath and sighed, a smile on my face, as I closed my eyes for the second time. I heard the water start in the bathroom, and a faint smell of breakfast still hung in the air. I was surrounded by people I loved dearly, and who loved me right back. No matter the scare Jason had given me when he'd shown up, I couldn't ask for a better start to my morning than this.
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⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ Your Girlfriend's Hot When She Kicks Ass - I Know
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content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader warning: language and mentions of fighting but the author is like so terrible and can’t even describe a fight scene so yall should be fine author's note: by pop song, i mean painfully y2k song, im picturing a fun uptempo beat yall. i can already see the fake edits in my head
as much as she liked to deny it, y/n was a damn good fighter. she’d been doing it so long, it’d quickly began second nature to the daughter of poseidon. not even percy could beat her, the only title she wore with pride. though, the only better swordsman she knew was…luke. she tried not to think about him too much though, like most of camp half-blood. but…the roman demigods were a different breed entirely. they were trained differently, more stiff and solid. it was something that always intrigued her. which is why, whenever jason stayed at camp, they’d have a sword fight. she’d slide their names into the board, registering their spot for the afternoon. whispers and bets would quickly flow through the camp whenever she did that. jason and her were pretty even at this point, jason having won three fights and y/n having won two. leo could tell she was determined to win today from the way she avoided him, something about his face throwing her off as she grabbed an apple before scampering away.
“best friend or girlfriend, who’s gonna win?” travis questioned, presenting a hairbrush to leo like it was a mic as he made his way towards the arena, along with most of the camp.
“no comment,” leo winked back, knowing he couldn’t choose sides. plus, this was just dramatic training for the two, neither of them gave a single shit who was better. they just liked to have fun and this was one of their common denominators.
“ugh, no fun. connor’s got fifty bucks on jason,” travis groaned as the two sat in their front row seats, leo shaking his head at him.
“With?”
“mr. d,” travis shrugged like it was obvious.
the previous match was still finishing up, between clarrisse and one of her siblings, which she was basically throwing around like a ragdoll. leo winced as the poor guy was slammed into the ground, the air visibly leaving his chest. clarisse then dragged him out and towards, surely, the infirmary. Which would be empty, as leo could see will standing near the edge of the area, cupping his mouth and shouting his support of y/n, like he always did. sloppily written on his shirt was ‘team y/n,’ clearly done last minute with a sharpie. leo was gonna have to ask him for one of his own later, as the match was about to begin.
some pop song played over the speakers, y/n and jason laughing as they walked out. y/n raised her hand towards the crowd, waving as she was met with both cheers and friendly boos. jason bumped his shoulder with y/n and said something to her that the crowds couldn’t hear. she laughed more before motion towards the crowd to settle down.
“look at the crowd we’ve brought, jason. you’d think we’re famous or something,” y/n jokes, earning a few laughs. leo brought his hand up to his mouth and whistled, y/n’s eyes turning to him with a glimmer that was only saved for him. she winks at him before turning to jason and adjusting her armor.
“let’s give them what they want, yeah?” jason prompted, a small smile on his face as he nodded towards the crowds. leo couldn’t help but notice that jason always seemed to take on a playful demeanor during these little fights.
“same rules as always, superman?” y/n replied, swinging her sword around as she and jason started to circle each other. the trash talk was about to start, which is what made the two so interesting.
“of course…fish head,” jason tauts, bending at his knees. the two paused, waiting for the bell to ring so they could start.
a few seconds passed before the two straightened up and looked over at the bell, seeing percy struggle with it.
“dude!” the two shouted at him, percy huffing at them.
“it’s harder than it looks!”
“you’re making this anticlimactic!” will shouted from the stands, gaining support easily.
then a dagger smacked into the bell, easily ringing it. all eyes turned to where annabeth was standing from the stands, her hips jutted out.
“i’ve got 15 drachmas on you, y/n!” she called, y/n rolling her eyes before quickly dropping and rolling on the ground before popping back up on one knee, just barely missing jason’s blade.
“you walk like a mountain, grace. sealth is not your expertise,” y/n called, spinning with a swing that slammed against jason’s sword, the two of them basically face to face before jason shoved her off.
“you swing like you’ve got flowers for arms,” jason bit out, the two of them circling the other while they waited for an opportunity to strike. y/n scoffed at him, faking a swing to one side before pulling it back and making a stabbing motion. her sword smashed into his chest plate and he surely would have been sprawled out on his back had he not caught himself with a gust of wind, leaving the boy upright and a few feet away.
“scared, yet?” questioned y/n, straightening up and turning her shoulder towards the roman.
“am i supposed to be?” he replied, oohs and ahhs filling the crowd.
“don’t worry, you will be,” y/n glowered at him before taking the first swing, easily being blocked by jason, which is what she wanted as she shoved her body weight against his, sending them both to the ground. leo jumped out of his seat to get a better view along with everyone else, the adrenaline filling the crowd and they weren’t even fighting.
“you know, you’re girlfriend’s hot when she kicks ass,” travis managed to get out as his eyes were trained on the pair rolling around in the dirt. leo smirked to himself, also keeping his eyes on the two demigods.
“i know.”
“get off me!” jason called like a child, y/n’s hands shoving into his side as they both scrambled around in the dirt. jason shot his hand out, blowing y/n’s weapon out of reach.
“that was low even for you!” y/n called, kicking out with her foot against his shin before shooting up to her feet.
jason reached out with his hand to grasp her ankle but he was then smacked upside the head with a plastic water bottle. y/n shot a smirk over her shoulder at jason, who then threw the water bottle away and chased after her. y/n dove for her sword, rolling out of it as jason swung downward towards her. y/n just barely managed to get her sword upwards, groaning as she pushed against him.
“how’s it going down there, l/n?” jason gasped out, pushing harder.
“it’s pretty relaxing, grace, you should try it out!” y/n called, slamming her foot against his ankle, which caused the boy to lose his shove against her sword, which she then twisted out of his hand. y/n kicked his sword away before slamming backwards against jason, sending him straight to the ground, the blond breathing heavily on the ground. y/n raised the sword to his chin, gasping in breaths. the two stayed like this for a bit before jason got up on his forearms and y/n blinked a few times, like she was coming out of a haze. the crowd was on edge in silence, waiting for the verdict.
“wait- wait, did i just win?” she asked in shock, all the previous venom lost. jason laughed, nodding his head. y/n then scrambled to pull him to his feet, dropping her blade off to the side.
“i can’t celebrate if you’re on the ground,” she told him and then the crowd erupted, both with groans and cheers. there was the exchanging of money and goods, leo proudly taking ten bucks from clarisse, who stomped away.
“dude, i thought you said no comment?! the hypocrisy?!” travis argued in shock and leo looked at the boy as he began to walk away.
“i always bet on blue,” he winked, making his way over to y/n and jason, who were happily talking about the fight they just had.
“i gotta admit, i was scared for a moment there without my sword,” y/n told jason, undoing the straps of her armor and allowing it to fall off.
“oh, come on! after i missed that first swing, i knew i was a goner,” jason replied, waving the girl off as he put his sword away.
“we get it, you’re both amazing!” leo cut in, both of their eyes turning to the boy. y/n pressed a kiss to his cheek, leo’s smile widening.
“i’d say i’m the real winner,” leo started, wrapping his arm around y/n as he gave jason their secret handshake.
“how so?” jason questioned.
“i’ve got both of you on my side, i’ll be surprised if i leave any battle with more than a scratch,” he jokes and they all laugh, y/n cuddling up into leo’s chest. and he couldn’t even find it in him to mind that she was sweaty and her arm cuffs were digging into his side.
“it’s officially a tie, jase, what are we gonna do now?” y/n asks, looking over at the roman boy, who pretended to be deep in thought.
“same time next month?” he replied with a smirk.
“you’re on, sparky!” y/n cheered, taking his hand into hers in a firm shake, both making mental promises that they didn’t need to.
“i’ll bring a stapler next time, put the real fear of gods into you,” y/n tauts with a wink, jason groaning as he follows the pair out of the arena.
“you try to eat a stapler one time,” he huffs and y/n and leo laugh at his tone.
“hey, y/n, lunch on me?” leo prompts, producing a ten from his pocket with a smirk. y/n squints at him suspiciously but nods, knowing how he got that money without having to ask. leo looks over the girl at jason, tilting his head.
“you wanna come, man? i’ll let you pick where,” leo offered but jason shook his head with a smile.
“no, i'm good. have at it, you two,” jason told them, nodding his head as he walked towards his cabin.
he shot a glance over his shoulder at the two, happily laughing and closer than close. his smile seemed unstoppable, as he couldn’t imagine the two without each other. he was glad they found each other and then he was glad he found them.
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igotanidea · 9 months
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Shower: J.T x fem!reader
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Request: from the prompt list: "for sparring to turn into sex "+ "I told you to be quiet" + "they're gonna catch us" with Jason.
@parkjammys I'm sorry in advance, I know this is probably not what you had in mind, but I just couldn;t fight the urge to play and twist those prompts a bit.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!
A/N: It's written in the Ego!verse and can be read as a next part to Growing up
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„You got rusty” Jason smirked, while looking at Y/N’s workout simulation 
„Well, I’ve been in a cast for almost two months thanks to your older brother.” She scoffed brushing hair off her forehead. As if she didn’t know it took a heavy toll on her physique. She was panting after a beginner level program and absolutely hated it. It was like a cheek.
“It was NOT my fault!” Dick objected overhearing the conversation
“That’s just some poor explanation, Y/N” Todd mocked, making her clench her fists. “And you are not going to get back to shape and get cleared for the field if you keep it so easy.”
“Why don’t you cut your girl some slack, Todd? Even if she’s not capable of kicking your ass she can always go full meta on you.“ Tim muttered from the corner, too busy to look their direction while punching a dummy, but still not dropping the opportunity to torment his older brother.
“Oh, I am fully capable of kicking his ass.” Y/N panted “Right here, right now.”
“Is that a dare?” Jason lifted the corner of his mouth, his eyes glistening predator-like, eyeing her like a prey.
“Are you chickening out?” she pouted and tilted her head “scared of a girl, Red Hood?”
“Aren’t you scared of getting humiliated in front of the whole family?” he retorted taking a step forward her
“Do you want me to go full Ego on you?” he mimicked his movement and at the moment they were just standing in front of each other, inches away, their bodies almost touching while the other members of the family stopped their own workouts and focused on watching.
“Wouldn’t you like that, princess.” He whispered leaning over her, his hot breath on her face “I got some many thoughts in my head….”
“Do you two need a room?” Dick’s voice chimed in and brought them both back to reality. It’s been a moment since they were intimate (once again, the stupid cast!) and all they needed was a spark to forget all the surroundings and get lost in each other. But the audience was definitely not needed and upon Grayson’s words they practically recoiled from each other.
“Yeah.” Jason scratched his neck awkwardly “give me a room to pin her down.”
“Wouldn’t you like that” she laughed and it made him blush a bit. Shit. He would like that, but not with his sibling around.
“If you’re so smart and bold why don’t you go at me without using your little mind games?” he hissed clenching his fist. Fuck, he wanted her and if he didn’t start blowing the steam off that very second it would start to show.
“Promise not to go easy on me, Todd?” she spun around taking a stance on the fighting mat, facing him with that arcane look. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Then it’s a deal.”
“Wait!” Stephanie yelled “I’m opening the bets! 10 bucks on Y/N!”
“10 bucks?!” Y/N scoffed “so little faith in me, Steph! That’s pretty offending!”
“That’s all I have, y/n/n/, don’t let me down.” The blonde blew a kiss her friends direction and grinned.
“Ready you two?” Grayson rubbed his hand acting like a judge on the ring “set. Go!”
Neither Jason nor Y/N moved in the slightest. They knew each other too well to take  any sudden action, instead focusing on eyeing each other, calculating every gesture. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she took tiniest step forward and the real fight burst out.  
Y/N took a slide and before Jason with his tank build realized what was happening she was behind him, punching his shoulder blades and making him fall forward a bit, but still not enough to cause him to fully loose the balance.
“Backstabbing, princess?” he smirked turning to face her and throwing a punch which she blocked easily, grabbing his arm and twisting it, causing him to groan.
“Go Y/N!” Steph yelled happily and that sudden exclaim distracted her giving Jason opportunity to put his other arm around her waist and lift her in the air.
“Let go off me!” she yelled, kicking her feet desperately, hoping to reach his knee or calf, which she knew were more sensitive and prone to injury than any other part of his body, but failed at that, instead ending up being held like a unruly kid, arms pinned to her sides. “Damn it!”
“Giving up already?”
“You wish!” Y/N was quick to come up with contingencies and not only because Steph was now literally biting her nails watching the scene unravelling in front of her eyes. Since it was impossible to use her hands, Y/N swung her legs in the way Dick taught her and not without effort wrapped them around Jason’s neck ending up on his shoulders, strangling him, cutting the air supply, waiting for the familiar patting on her thigh – sign of surrender. 
“Aren’t you a bit too cocky, Ego?” he hissed, trying to throw her from his back, squeezing the ankle of her freshly healed leg making her yelp in pain and loosen the grip.
A mistake which made her end up on the floor, almost losing the battle.
“That hurt you bastard!” she cried out, real tears showing in her eyes.
“I’m not falling for that love” he went forth and in a blink of an eye pressed her to the wall. Their chest touching, moving up and down frantically due to the heavy breath. Was it just because of the fighting?”
“Jason….” she whined, trying to push him away.
“Don’t play dirty.” He whispered into her ear
“ME?” she faked innocence “you are clearly the one happy to have me so close, don’t you, baby?” AUCH!” the girl screamed when he pushed her even more into the wall, his eyes absolutely dark “your family is watching….”
Fuck.
He let go for just a second and it was enough for her to use that against him. In the end he was the one who ended up on the mattress, on his back with Y/N straddling his hips and hands on his chest pinning him down and …. Well…. Feeling something there.
“You think you won?”
“I…” she didn’t get to finish the sentence when he flipped her over, hovering over, his  bodyweight not letting her to get up. “Fuck….” She muttered
“You?” Jason muttered, pressing his body closer to her, whispering in her ear, making her hot and needy and all red. “I can do that….”
“Could you please stop?” Damian muttered, rolling his eyes “why is it so hard to stay professional? It’s just freaking disgusting.”
“So, seems like I won.” Todd grinned, getting up, too proud of himself about making Y/N a flustered mess on the floor.
“I hate you, Todd.” She brushed off his hand which he offered to help her up. “You almost broke my leg again!”
“You know I would never do that. Not to you, Y/N. But Riddler’s goons wouldn’t have any seconds thoughts. You need to be ready for that. “ she turned away from him, angry “Hey.” He put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around “don’t be mad at me, baby….. You know I can’t handle that.”
“Y/N!” Cass called from behind. She was the one who was watching the scene most carefully from all the siblings. Therefore she noticed the slight limp and bruising on Y/N’s ankle and had to make sure her friend was good to go “Leg?”
“I’m fine, Cass.” She sighed deeply “Sorry for making you lose the bet, Steph. Great job, Jason, congratulations, I guess.” She raised on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek briefly.
Probably last thing he needed, since instead of making him calm down the fight with her, feeling her body underneath him while pinning her down did exactly the opposite. And the feeling of her soft lips on his face only fueled him more. He needed her. He wanted her. It’s been too long since he had her.
“You did well, Y/N” Dick patted her shoulder as he walked past him “I think we all had enough for today.  Let’s just hit the showers.”
“Sure….”
Y/N moved towards the bathroom, adjacent to the training room. She knew Jason never meant to hurt her, but once he got into his Red Hood mode, he was oblivious to his own strength. And while fighting she was his opponent, not his girlfriend. And she wanted him to not go easy on her.
But still, it was painful and single unwanted tear flew down her cheek.
She wiped it off, angrily and slowly started taking off her sweaty workout clothes. But before any of them could actually hit the floor,  she felt hands wrapping around her from behind and let out a gasp struggling against the grip.
“Sh!” one palm covered her mouth silencing her in an instance “it’s me, baby. It’s just me.”
“Jace!” she whispered-yelled turning around to face him “what the hell are you…..?” she cut off, her eyes widening and wandering all over him. He was naked. Absolutely naked. And absolutely horny. Ready for action and the sight of him being so hard for her made her let out a moan.
“see anything you like?” he smirked so full of himself.
“Jace….” She whined, wrapping arms around his neck immediately pulling him to a kiss, pressing herself close to him.
Of course, she wanted and needed him too. Maybe even more than he needed her.
“Fuck, I missed you.” he gasped, hands wondering all over her curves, not able to satiate of the feeling of her so close, being so vulnerable in his embrace, so submissive to his every action and movement "I missed you so bad, baby.” Those calloused palms dived under the hem of her sport bra, painfully slowly lifting it up, forcing her to put her arms up and let go of him for a moment. Too long moment for her liking as the second that piece of material was gone she clung to him like a magnet.
“Mmmm.” She whined, feeling his lips on her neck, nibbling softly on the sensitive skin and massaging her breasts, pinching slightly on the pebbled nipples.
“You gotta keep quiet baby.” He smirked, now playing with the hem of her panties, caressing so close to where she needed him “Thin walls. Do you want everyone to hear you?”
“Hmmm.” She muttered mockingly taking a step back entering into the shower cabin, getting rid of her panties herself, completely exposed and motioning for him to follow “Hear us, baby. You’re not exactly the quiet type either. Come get me….” The girl whispered turning the water on, the broad stream dampening her whole body and hair.
She was never hotter.
Those lust-blown eyes, slightly reddened cheeks, plump and kiss-swollen lips …. Her body was practically screaming to him, so ready for more. She was looking at him with that sexy, lustful, seductive expression. All for his taking. With one stride he was next to her, pressing her whole body to his. Closer, closer, closer. And yet still not close enough. Her soft and silky skin, her every curve, all for him and he was not going to oppose to that gift in front of him. Passion and love consumed them both, hot water and the fogged bathroom  creating the steamy atmosphere only added to those feelings an fueled them.  
 “Baby…. Don’t stop, please, fuck, don’t stop” her hands found a way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands and pulling gently, pressing his head and mouth to her skin. “I want more.”
“Did I hurt you?” he suddenly pulled back looking into her eyes “is your leg all right?”
“It hurts….” She whined, pouting and reciprocating his gaze with the saddest, softest expression almost begging him to take care of her. In a very specific way.
“How can I make it better?” he whispered, heavily, resuming nibbling on her neck, causing another whine to slip past her lips.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing…. be … be soft with me today.” She begged “be gentle, baby…. It’s been so long, I forgot how you feel.”
“I’ll remind you. “
“How will you remind me?” she gasped when he bit on her collarbone, hickey already forming, her core throbbing and feeling so neglected, aching.
“I’ll kiss every part  of your perfect body. I’ll make you feel so good baby. I’ll get you high. Let me.”
“Take me, Jace” she moaned clawing on his broad back, his muscles tensing and flexing due to her ministration “now. Please, baby, please, I need you. I need you so bad.” she almost cried, all the sensations overwhelming her.
“Are you sure? Like you said, it’s been a while. Can you really take it?”
“Yes, yes please…. please Jason, please, please.” Tears started falling down her cheeks, masked by the streams of water on her face and he was quick to kiss all that pain away, lips brushing over her jaw and neck, nose rubbing nose before he captured her lips again. She wanted him to be gentle and he was going to comply. Just showing her all the love he had, without words, purely by action.
 “I missed this.” he whispered tracing a pattern up her inner thigh, causing her to spread her legs slightly “I missed being with you like this. Away from everyone, just us.”
“Mhmmm.” She shuddered when his fingers found their destination “Just us, baby. You and me. I’m all yours.”
“And I’m yours. Tell me how to please you princess. Tell me what you need. Tell me how you need. I want to know all your little fantasies.”
“No fantasies. Not today.” She shook her head “Not here. I want it simple. Just lift me and don’t let me slip.”
“I won’t” he promised quickly catching up what, how and where she needed, grabbing backs of her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her into the wall for support, one hand on her back, the other in her hair, massaging gently, tilting her head to get access to more of her skin.
“IT’S COLD!”she let out an involuntary scream taking them both by surprise.
“SH!!” he silenced her again “I told you to be quiet! They are gonna catch us!”
“Do you really think they haven’t realized you sneaked in here the second the training session was over? Please….” She rolled eyes “besides, do you really care? Come on, you have me in the palm of your hand, baby.” She wrapped her arms tighter around him, moving slightly up and down to create any friction and make him take some action. Much to her delight it got her a groan from the back of his throat and she shuddered at that sound “I’m quite the catch, don’t you think? And you can do what you wish with that” her seductive whisper In his ear seemed to finally spur him on.
“The best.” He responded pushing  in. Fighting the urge to just go all in with one thrust, but remembering what she asked him for. And instantly getting the reminder when she writhed with some discomfort, nails digging into his back. He loved that sweet pain, but was still mindful that it indicated that she was pushing past her limits.
“I won’t hurt you.” He whispered, rubbing her back reassuringly, trying to help her relax.
“I know…” she hissed feeling him push another couple inches in “I told you, it’s been….. a moment since we …..  and …. Mmmm.” The slightest frown appeared on her face and her mouth hung open for a while whilst her body started getting a memo of how good it was to have Jason inside her. How perfectly aligned they were. “Jace…..” she gasped out, already wanting and needing more.
“I can stop if you want.”
“Don’t lie to me, Jason. We both know you can’t stop at this point. And I can take it. I promise, I can take it. I want you whole. In me. Now.” she arched her back, trying to take in more of his shaft .
“You have me. I….” he hesitated. Words were still hard, but he felt the urge to say them. To assure her, that what he felt was true and that he cared for her.  “I love you baby. So fucking much.” His lips found hers once more and he bottomed out with one more push swallowing her scream as her pussy fluttered around his digits so deliciously. She was right, he didn’t really care about his family overhearing them going at it, damn, he was fucking proud and bragging about being the one to make her feel good enough to scream (suck that, Grayson). But that little sucker knew that forcing her to keep her mouth shut would result in her clawing on his back again. And he wanted that. She was all his. Her body, her mind, her soul, her screams and moans, her actions.
Everything.
Jason Todd was one selfish and possessive bastard.
But still caring.
“Jace…” she panted when he finally let her lips go, allowing her to take a breath. Not that she was capable of breathing while having him like this.
“You’re good? Can I…..?”
“Just…. Just a second….” She wriggled her hips, adjusting to the stretch, causing him to groan.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to lose it.” He warned, squeezing her butt cheek.
“Oh, I am being tormented here. Forced, used, attacked from behind, abused.” She mocked tearily “poor little me.”
“Forced, baby? Abused? I can’t really see you opposing very actively.”
“Just move you little shit.” She laughed lightly, patting on his shoulder, urging him to start thrusting. And he did. Slowly, carefully. It was easy to get lost in her, but this time he was not going to rush that intimacy. They had all the time in the world. Eternity to worship each other. The external world might as well stop existing and explode and they would be perfectly happy just moving in that sensual, intimate pace, holding onto each other. Living in the bubble they created from their passion and love.
“I….” she whined, throwing her head back, resting it on the tiles and feeling the fire forming in her belly. At this point, her body was on fire and she didn’t care whether the wall was cold or not “I missed this too, Jason. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I know….” he mumbled using the opportunity to kiss the exposed column of her throat moving towards her nipples, swirling his tongue around them, licking all the water droplets gathered there making her moan loudly “I’m fucking perfect for you.”
“Jace…..” she started moving against him, chasing her own high. She never knew that slow, soft loving could be so much better and more fulfilling than the rough, fast pace he usually set
“Hm?”
“Please…..”
“Please what?”
“Don’t stop loving me…. Just…. don’t …. ” shit, she was so close.
“I could never, baby. Just want to make you feel good.” He took a step forward, pressing her further into the wall and adjusting the grip on her back, making sure she would not slip.
“You are, but …. More. Please. Please, baby, please, oh, god” he didn’t pick up the pace but started moving harder on her almost making her snap “yes…yes, Jace, yes, baby.” She was no so loud there was not a chance those sounds didn’t echo through the whole manor. Most probably reaching not only the youngest but Alfred and Bruce as well.
Oh, well, that’s really (not) a shame.
“I thought I told you to be quiet, princess?”
“Fuck! Fuck! I don’t care! AH! Jason! Jace, baby, yes! Yes! Fuck! Please! God, baby, don’t …. So close…. Mmmm…”  
“You’re gonna come for me, baby? Right now? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”
“JA…..” he didn’t give her even the slightest chance to scream his whole name, pressing his mouth on her swallowing the other part of it, feeling her body shudder and shake in his arms.
She was so fragile, so vulnerable, so sensitive and so overstimulated that even when he himself came, she was still clinging onto him. Not wanting to let go. Wanting him to stay, to hold her like that, to shower (pun intended) her with aftercare, attention, affection. She just needed him close. Not in a physical way, but emotional. And if he were to pull out and get out of this freaking bathroom, out in the world, forced to face it, she would lose that part of him. She wasn’t ready to let go of her emotional Jason. Not yet.
“Stay.” She begged looking straight into his eyes. “Please, stay.”
“Baby….” He kissed her forehead, slowly dropping her to her feet, hands secured on her waist, making sure her shaky legs wouldn’t give up on her,  holding her close.
“I don’t want to go there….”
“Now you scared they heard?”
“It’s not that… I…. I need you.Not the one you are with your siblings. The you¸ you are only for me” she brushed her lips over his slowly, gently “please…”
“I know. And I’m not leaving you. How could I?” he pecked her lips “but we can’t stay here forever.”
“Why?” she whined, hiding face in his chest and massaging his back “It’s nice and warm and spacious….”
“Don’t you think someone will take interest in why the water in this particular shower keeps running for hours non-stop?”
“hours, huh?” she smirked, licking her lips. She was so damn ready for round two.
“I bet it would be Alfred. Do you really want that?”
“No.” she looked down, suddenly ashamed by the thought of the family butler being a witness to their workout and forcing them out alongside with making them clean the bathroom of everything they may leave behind.
Jason kissed her temple briefly and reached behind him to grab a towel and wrap her in it, slowly helping her dry herself, smile never leaving his lips. She was looking so tiny and adorable like this. In her post-coital bliss. He wanted to remember that relaxed, peaceful look on her beautiful face.
Only when they both were dressed properly and somewhat presentable they dared to take a peek through the door, making sure no one was around. As fast as lighting and as quiet as the mouses they rushed to Y/N’s room, ready for cuddling and a movie marathon, but much to their surprise they had an unwanted guest waiting for them there.
‘You are both disgusting.” Damian hissed
“And you are here cause you wanted to say it to our faces?”
“Yes. Just letting you know. Oh, and… Y/N. You should know you actually made Steph win a bet.”
“What?” she asked in confusion, brows furrowing
“There was another. Between Brown and Grayson. She bet we would hear you. Grayson had more faith in your self-control. And he’s angry about losing. Good luck talking to him about it.”
“Oh, damn it….” Y/N whined, hiding face in hands, turning red.
“What was it that you said when I told you they are going to hear?” Jason tapped his chin “oh, right, I don’t care. Well, don’t you now?”
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Batsiblings and the tradition of annoying siblings
“Do you wanna play chess Viking with me?” Damian asked Tim for what felt like the hundredth today. He knows that he should show patience but chess Vikings are absolutely the last thing he wants to do right now. He’d rather skateboard or hang out with Kon.
The look of annoyance was clear on Tim’s face, so much so that Dick’s laughter could be heard through the living room.
“What’s wrong Timmy? Gotta taste of your own medicine?” Jason taunts from his place on the couch, a wicked grin on his face.
Tim rolled his eyes, “I was never this bad.”
In perfect unison, Stephanie and Jason both yelled, “Yes you were.”
“Tim, you followed me around everywhere and your phases were the worst,” Stephanie said.
“Yeah you info dumped hard,” Jason adds and continues reading his book.
“Little Wing, you should be the last one talking about info dumping. Everytime I came home, I came home to a 3 hour plot discussion of anything written by Jane Austen,” Dick interrupted.
“Shut up!” Jason yells and throws his hand back like he's ready to the book at Dick’s head.
Dick only laughs at the display, “As if you’ll ever throw your precious book at me, Jay.”
Damian looks up from his phone, “Are you comparing me to Drake of all people? Don't insult me like that.”
“Insult you? Weren't you the one asking me to play that dumb chess game of yours?!” Tim screeches.
“It is not dumb! Your face is dumb! I only asked because....because-”
“Because you wanted spend time with him, Dames?” Dick suggested, a ghost of a smile.
“I’d rather get Alfred mad than willingly spend time with Drake,” Damian argues back and glares up at him
“Well go ahead. Be my guest,” Tim retorts back with a glare of his own.
“How this turn into argument?” Duke whispered to Stephanie. He’s newly adopted, been in the family for 5 months. He's gotten comfortable but things are still surprisingly amusing.
“Dude I don’t even know. Just ignore them until you hear a shatter or a scream.”
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Jason Todd x reader smut
~Cracked Mask~
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Jason Todd x fem!reader
Minors. Don’t. Freaking. Read. This.
Warnings: Smut, sex pollen trope, no Happy ending
Being the newest member of the bay family was hard.
Everyone already had established relationships and amusing dynamics. You felt kinda like an outsider.
That’s not to say that they weren’t welcoming. Duke has opened up about being new to the team and how it was a struggle to feel like you belong.
“But it’s all a mental battle.” He told you “Trust me when I say, We all want you here. And you are important.” He smiled.
What he said made you feel better, but it didn’t help with the awkwardness you felt just existing while the others shared old memories and worked as a unit.
It felt like you were being a nuisance when you asked for help, feeling like you were throwing off the vibe they had going.
Babs, although you don’t call her that outload cause it feels a little weird to call Thee original batgirl by her nickname when you have only worked with her for a few weeks, had made you feel comfortable in the new setting. She had shared helpful tips on how to read the other members of the batfamily during fights.
The only one she hadn’t told you about was Jason Todd.
Jason was the robin your remembered the most through you early teen years along with Tim drake in the later years.
Jason was a total mystery to you. You had been introduced to him your first day, and you had been on missions together, but he never made an effort to talk to you.
You won’t lie. He’s ridiculously hot. But he made you nervous. The other siblings approached him with sarcasm and jokes but you’ve seen him beat the crap out of some villains and the apparent different side he show when he’s with his brothers give you whiplash.
You think he’s caught on to your little crush as he purposefully makes eye contact with you and refuses to look away first. When you blush and look away and when you look back, he has a smirk on his face. Enough to make you blush harder.
currently your being assigned mission by Bruce. He usually puts you with him and Damian or with Duke during daytime patrol, but today…
“Poison ivy has recently attacked a chemical plant in bludhaven, she’s retreated to her home towards uptown. Usually I would take this, but the Joker has been setting off alarms so Robin and I will take care of that. Jason and Y/N will take Ivy. Tim and Cass get kiteman has trying to hard to be important downtown. And Steph will stay here if any backup is required. Got it?” He asked.
Everyone nodded and started off toward their respective vehicles. You didn’t know how to drive any other than Batmobile. You looked around and your eyes landed on Jason. He had his helmet in his hand while he responded to a text on his phone.
He looked handsome just casually leaning against the table with his head down. But Ivy committed a crime and won’t hesitate to commit more. Your time is important and you’re on the job. You’ll have time to stare at him from afar later, but right now you have a job to do.
You approach him quickly. “So what are we taking?” You ask as the rest of the team sped out of the batcave.
He points to his motorcycle. Shit. You have to hold on to him. You look back at him and he’s smirking again.
You put on your mask and get on the bike with him. You lightly put your hands around him, trying not to notice his hard muscles under your fingertips. Your mind starts to drift to what they would look like without his shirt on but get startled back to reality when he revs his engine and takes off into the night.
——
When you both are as quietly as possible enetering Poison ivys lair, you remember to put on the mask you have in your utility belt. You can hear your breathing in your ear louder than before.
Vines grab at you legs but you quickly cut them away. You book it deeper in with The red hood at your tail. “Poison Ivy!” He yells.
“You should leave you know, I don’t want to hurt you.” She said as she makes her way out of the shadows.
“Should have thought of that before you attacked a chemical plant.” You said, getting into a fighting position.
“Fine.” She said. Vines attached to your legs and shook you both around. You cut them while they had you in the air and fell to the ground.
You heard a crack when you hit the ground but payed no attention as you hurt the red hood grab a flamethrower and start burning the vines around you.
poison ivy screamed and hit you fast with thick vines you couldn’t cut through. She held you both up in front of her, and seethed with anger.
“Fine. If you think you’re so big and bad to start killing living things like that. I’ll treat you like a real threat!” She yelled. She pulled out a big pink flower and as in was in her hand it bloomed.
She sighed with joy when it sprouted then turned to face you too. “You want to be treated like Batman? Fine.” She smiled before blowing the pollen from the plant into your faces.
you couldn’t smell it at first having total faith in your mask and air filter. But when a pain started in your midsection, you screamed.
The red hood looked over at you and Ivy smiled. “Bye.” She said before the vines through you out of the building and into the street.
Jason tan over to you as you laid in pain. You were shaking with pain but were shocked to feel a Tingling between your legs.
Jason picked you up and grappling hooked you to a dark rooftop.
he took off his mask. “Y/N. What happened?” He looked at your mask and ripped it off your face. You coughed while shaking on the ground. You saw the clear crack across the front and the pollen stuck to it.
Jason swiped the pollen off with one finger and took a small sniff. He face contorted with an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.
“Shit. Um. Y/N we can’t go to Batman about this. Trust me it will be worse if she sees you like this.” He said as you coughed and shook. Was he really denying you medical attention right now. You felt like you were gonna die.
“I don’t care! Just-“you coughed”help me!”
He looked around almost unconformably. His eyes filled with something. And before you know it his hand was over your clothed heat. You gasped in shock but quickly realized you didn’t feel any pain, just pure pleasure.
He removed his hand and immediately the pain was back. And you screamed.
he put his hand back on your core and applied pressure. “Y/N you were hit with sex pollen. The pain will only get worse if you don’t relive your self.” He said.
You were so lost in pleasure that all you did was nod repeatedly asking him to just do it.
he looked shocked but his eyes were blown out with lust. “You want me to. Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes! Jason please! Make me cum!” You moaned with no hesitation.
That was all he needed before he was mercilessly rubbing your clit through your suit. You moaned loudly.
Jason kissed you quickly to shut you up. His lips were soft and his kiss was loving and slow compared to the ruthless pace he has on your clit.
“ More Jason!” You moaned against his lips. He got on top of you and slotted his hip’s between your legs.
you felt his hard length pressed against you core. He started rubbing his hard cock against your pussy, earning soft moans from you.
He rutted against you faster emitting grunts every so often. He picked up pace putting his head in the crook of your neck and he let out soft whimpers.
of course he whimpers, you thought.
“You’re so- so fuck.” He moaned if your ear as he picked up pace.
the friction of your suits caused you to quickly finish and left you wanting more.
Jason looked down and saw the wet mark on the front of your suit and how it grew. That only pushed him further. It turned him on even more.
“Ever since you walked into the batcave I’ve wanted you under me.”He grunts out. You moaned as the words reached your ears.
He wanted you.
his rutting becomes sloppy and animalistic as he groans and koans above you.
he starts kissing your neck softly. Which is completely different than the brutal pace he’s set.
He lets out a whine before collapsing on top of you. You wrap your arms around him just wanting the closeness.
a minute goes by before you both slowly come to your senses.
He quickly stands up and looks down on you and you desperately try to cover yourself up out of embarrassment.
“Shit. I’m- fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. When I smelt it to make sure I- fuck. We shouldn’t have- shit. Im Sorry.” He rambled before putting his face in his hands.
“Now what?” You ask as you stand up and face the opposite direction of him. “Like I don’t know how I’ll be able to look Bruce in the eye after. That.” You say as you just wish you had been given a different assignment.
“Let’s just go back and say the mission was a fail. Batman should have never given us this mission. He knows how brutal Ivy can be.” He says as he awkwardly picks up his helmet.
“let’s just forget this ever happened.” You say putting yourself back on the bike, pretending to not feel the tingle between your legs against the leather seat.
“Yea let’s just go back to normal.” He said.
you scoffed. “Yea the normal of ignoring me and me not talking to anyone.” You mutter.
“Y/N-“ Jason starts.
“No. Let’s just go. This was really weird. I want to go back home now.” You state feeling the embarrassment creep up your throat.
Not only did you just cum on this guy you only spoken five words to. But you just came on your bosses son. And he only did cause you were in pain. You felt like crying but you’d have to wait until you got back to the manor.
Jason simply nodded and got back on the bike and drove you home.
You only got laid causes he sniffed the pollen. The pollen made him say and babble crap he didn’t mean. You felt like an idiot.
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part 2
request are open!
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foundfamyanderes · 2 months
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PLOT BUNNIES IS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME
The reader can either be meta or regular human because there are various readers, but I honestly love your thoughts about the imagine!
I still think that it's peak comedy that: the majority of your dad's side of the family wants to fix you and your younger brother who with the least interaction with you admires and learns from you like??? 😭 What a dynamic.
In the webtoon and the Son of Batman movie Damian is shown to value bloodline, so I can see that as what makes him interested at first. Now, add the part that his sibling is a talented assassin, is smart enough to avoid the entire family, and her journal has actually helped him in missions and difficult situations. How can he not want to meet his sibling? Even if he's a bat he's sure that his sister has the wisdom to help him improve as a fighter. The testimonies from Cass, Jason, Tim, and Dick about your skills (and questionable morals) isn't enough to sate his curiosity too.
I can also see that the "Assassin's Guidebook" aka your journal helping Damian in missions too. There are guides on how to fight specific weapons, how to fix certain weapons, how to interact with specific clans, how to negotiate, etc. I have the feeling that if Damian were to show your journal to Talia she'll approve of it 💀
Thank you!! ~🐇😊
I do have to agree that it is peak comedy. The mental image of this smug little 12 year old who doesn't KNOW you vs. everyone else who knows better is too perfect to pass up! Like you are his 'i'm running away to see ...' if anything happens with the batfamily and that just shows how much trust + and blind faith he is placing upon your shoulders !
I do think the bloodlines would be a big part of getting to know the reader at the start as well. Because Damian was sort of reverse thrown to the wolves. And if there's one thing he would understand it's bloodlines and the rights of succession VS a fight to the death for it.. so yeahhh he's gonna be looking for the reader's guides at the beginning. Despite how much everyone doesn't want to talk about you... And the more he finds out the deeper he gets
ya know how everyone kind of flinches when they mention Jason's death, when you are mentioned it's worse... Damian probably isn't interacting with Tim, Cass or Jason who actually trained with you at the very start of coming in the family for plot purposes and they would actually talk about you without grimacing 😭
And with kids especially when you tell them they can't do or have something they get pissed and retaliate. I could def see dick trying taking your guidebook out of Damian's hands once he spots it. And that situation probably would be enough for Damian to finalize his decision to know everything about you...
Also For me personally definitely love throwing off the wall dynamics between all the characters or else I feel like the yandere genre goes stale. But for this scenario the more I thought about it I have some more insane fun little ideas!
~like I don't feel like we are acknowledging how in character this could be for Bruce-- like yes, despite how hard he tries to deny it. His training to become a vigilante was absolutely insane... And if his fling with a (meta only cult leader / another infamous clan leader on par with the LOA) resulting in the reader that is accurate. As much as he would try, there's no denying it. So STOP denying it Brucie!! 🙈 The reader is your kid! SMH at least buy em a pony or something...
~also I'm craving Alfred having no idea what the reader is to Bruce until they are 20+ just so he can be pissed at Bruce for keeping him out of the loop that much. He gets along with everyone, so I'd imagine the reader respects him in their own way- and wouldn't be as uppity as Damian was to Alfred at the start lol
But OMG would Talia ever love the reader in this scenario 🥹💜 I just know later on when Damian info dumps about you with your guide in hand. Imagine if it was in front of both his parents and the rest of the batfam, so Talia hits them all with the:
"If I had known someone truly competent was one of your father's children, you would have trained with them".
Like ouch 🤕😳, but she's still right because I love her! #girlboss
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Imagine Jason giving Eddie shit for having his hair pulled back into a bun and the shit eating grin he would give Jason as he says “ladies love looking at a pretty face when you go down your poor girl if you don’t know that”
Side note you single handed feed my perv Eddie addiction so thank you for doing the lords work
(ur welcome for perv!eddie <3 he exists bc of perv!muerta lmao. also i took some liberties and aged everyone up bc i'm grown and love to self indulge. and i also made it hopper!reader bc it's my party and i'll cry if i want to)
18+ minors don't look
You don't mind still living with your family. Your little siblings are cool, your dad doesn't charge you rent (which is important when you're saving money to move across the country), and your stepmom makes a kickass casserole.
The only thing that sucks is living across the street from Jason Carver, the dickhead jock from your high school years who moved in a few months ago with his newlywed bride. They aren't bad neighbors, and his wife is actually very nice (which makes you feel sorry for her, having to be married to that monster), you just fucking hate him. He used to call you fat and write rude graffiti about you in bathroom stalls, and he once felt you up in the crush to leave the gym after a pep rally.
Not to mention the time he rallied an angry mob to try and lynch your boyfriend.
The same boyfriend who's still very much alive, leaned over the front of your car with his hair knotted at the nape of his neck, trying to figure out why you can't start your engine. You lean against the driver's side door and just gaze at him, admiring the sheen of sweat that sticks his fringe to his brow and the poke of his tongue between his lips, the furrow of concentration on his face.
God, he's sexy. And god, you can't wait to get out of Hawkins and have him all to yourself.
"You're eyefucking me again," Eddie drawls, leaning into the car to poke at something.
"And you hate it so much you wore a crop top to stop me," you tease.
He smirks, glancing up at you through his lashes.
"We're gonna have to tow it to the shop," he announces, pulling his bandana from his back pocket to wipe his hands clean of grease. "Don't have the right tools here."
You groan, rolling back onto the door.
"That's gonna seriously cut into our moving budget," you whine. "Can't you just use duct tape or something?"
Eddie chuckles as he strolls to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.
"The owner of Smith's Towing owes me a favor," he tells you. "I'll see if I can call it in. And you know you can always pay me in head..."
You giggle, taking his face in your hands as he leans in for another kiss, tongue swiping at your lower lip. You're just about to start sucking serious face, maybe even grope him through his jeans, when your friendly neighborhood psychopath takes it upon himself to ruin the mood.
"I'm surprised she lets you kiss her looking like that, Munson," Jason jeers from across the street, having just come back from a run. "You look like a fuckin' pussy in that getup."
Eddie sneers, grumbling under his breath before putting on his best "fuck you, too" smile and raising his middle finger at him, tucking you in close to his hip.
"I'm surprised your wife lets you kiss her with that nasty ass mouth," you quip back. "Bet you taste real bitter."
If there's one thing you'll never not enjoy, it's Jason Carver seething over the fact that you, a little helpless woman, always have the wits to shut him up.
"My wife wouldn't be caught dead with a man like that," he spits. "If you can even call him that, with his hair like that."
"What, your wife didn't tell you?" Eddie chimes in. "Women like to see your face when you eat them out. That poor girl probably hasn't had an orgasm in her life. Least not from you."
Jason's on him in a flash, crossing the pavement in a matter of three strides and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt. You're between them before either can throw a punch, grabbing a wrench from Eddie's open tool kit and holding it to Jason's face.
"Knock it off, jackasses," you snap. "You're grown fucking men. Get a grip."
Eddie relaxes, holding up his hands and taking a step back. Jason spits onto the sidewalk, also moving away.
"Listen to your whore, Munson," he mutters. "Too weak to keep the little bitch in line."
Eddie snaps. He pushes past you before you have time to react, taking Jason by the throat and landing a blow to the man's cheek. The rings on his fingers hit like brass knuckles. You manage to get a hold of him before he can do much damage, Eddie spitting in Jason's face as you haul him backward.
"You talk about her like that again and it's your life, Carver," Eddie growls. "You hear me? I'll rip you to fucking shreds."
The threat is so serious it startles even you.
Jason wipes the blood from his face onto his sleeve, eyes wide with terror as he scuttles up his driveway and through his front door. Eddie stretches his fingers, knuckles raw from the force of his punches.
"Way to not look like a murderer, Eddie," you deadpan.
"That fucker already thinks I am," he hisses. "Might as well scare him off. He speaks to you like that again, I'll kill him. And your dad'll help me hide the body."
You want to argue but you can't. Jim Hopper would hide a body if it were the body of a man who insulted you.
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Heyyy you probs already know who this is but could u pls do slashers reacting to their s/o (who is an age regressor) asking them to be their caregiver :3!!
Ty ur amazing🙏🙏🙏 - ur Agere follower 💗🙏
BRO IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT😭 school gives me no free time! Anyways here's your request!
(Caregivers are basically people who take care of age regressing person (in this context) )
Info: they/them, sfw, Request open
Slashers being s/o's caregivers
Jason Voorhees
Dude already acts like you're a baby, so he wouldn't mind doing it more often
When s/o asked him about being their caregiver dude kinda didn't expect that? You trust him to take care of you? THE Jason Voorhees?? Yay💖
He enjoys taking care of s/o whether they are age regressing or no
He doesnt even need to know what is age regression and how it works. Jason just vibes
Will absolutely spoil them btw
9/10 sweet guy
Micheal Myers
👍
Dude doesn't care
He is a bully and probably thinks that "You are already acting like a crybaby🥱 so whats the diffrence"
Tbh he always vibed more with kids than adults cuz they often judge him for all the 'killing innocent people' ugh. So he doest really mind s/o age regressing
The cons are that he is acting like old grandad who has no clue how to child
The pros are that he will throw hands if somone is rude (tbh they dont even need to be rude towards s/o they just have to look at them for too long)
He sometimes doodles with s/o! You guys have similar artystyles😭
4/10 evil
Brahms Heelshire
Funfact! I refuse to belive that name Brahms fucking exists, tf is that name, it doesn't sound like an acuall name but some made up shit
Dude is kinda worried that he will do something dumb while s/o is regressing. Like what if he sets kitchen on fire or something😭
Makes all schedule for little s/o😊 when there's nap time, when to eat, ect. Cuz he would get so lost without the plan
Picks s/o up like sack of potatos
6/10 pookie tried
Billy Lenz
👁👁
BRO GETS MORE ALONG WITH S/O WHILE THEY ARE REGRESSING HELP😭😭😭
Dude is simple minded, and childish and
Yeah he sucks at taking care of s/o, like how could he know that little humans need to be taken care off???? Like??? Why would he give them food? Dude bearly knows how to boil water
Exept all 'taking care of s/o' thingy he is a good at keeping company! He shares snacks and watches cartoons with s/o!
Sometimes he likes to pretend that he's a rat and he bites their legs during nap/sleep time (he doenst care if they are regressing or nah he just does that)
2/10 will hiss
Vincent Sinclair
Has siblings, hes knows how to child
Makes nice food and will spoon feed s/o if necessary
Very good at reading emotions so if s/o isn't very talkative... dude knows what's up
Infodumps them about pokemon games and lets s/o play on his old Nintendo DS
10/10 knows how to child
Bo Sinclair
Definitely dad vibes
Picks you up and goes 'ew a child' and after few days hes like 'if something happens to them I'm going to kill everyone in this room then myself'
Tbh he kinda lets himself be silly around little s/o cuz they won't judge or tease him for it
Dude absolutely picks them up and play-fights alot btw
6/10 b(r)o
All x reader tags are purley to reach bigger audience!! I used 's/o' cuz thats what anon wanted🥱
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(Opinions Guys Idk)
Bruce Wayne has been a father for over ten years.
He's delt with any issue children vomiting on his shoes runny noses tears he's got you.
He's also buried his children been covered in their blood helped calm down panic attacks. He might not be the best but he's always tried.
There is however one tiny thing that he can say he's never prepared for no amount of contingencies ever can make him ready.
Any form of high society interaction with Tim.
Watching his third son with a smirk that's deadly convincing the richest to give practically all they have to him.
Manipulating board members, blackmailing politicians.
He looks so much like his mother.
Bruce sees his other children they look uncomfortable he once watched Stephanie yell at Tim that she doesn't understand him that he's horrible for doing it.
Jason calling him a rich prick which he was grounded for not that it has ever stopped his second son.
Another gala happened tonight the entire family was present and now watching once again all of his children even sweet Dickie lecturing Tim.
"Seriously Timmy it's just a little much don't you think"
"Boy Wonder that was disgusting who taught you to act like that"
"Timbers I'm all for fucking with people but what the fuck"
He sees the heartbreak painting Red Robin's face he can feel his own reflect it.
His tiny little sweetheart who learned at his mothers knee, his baby boy who works so hard for the company. Who's done tremendous things the only one of them to actually get the respect of the people of Gotham he can't watch it.
"That's enough," Growls out of him.
All of his children freeze looking at him Damian who has remained quiet looking at his brother with nothing but respect turns hurt masked.
"Your brother did amazing tonight, in a way this was an oversight on my part none of you were specifically trained how to act around the Gotham elite. Tim was raised by Janet Drake who was known as the dragon of Gotham".
They start to shift confusion practically pouring out of them.
He looks straight at Tim as he walks forward placing his hand on his shoulder.
" I might not alway agree with how your mother raised you I wish she did a lot differently sweetheart."
A sharp smile begins to paint both Tim's and Damian's faces.
They understand that he is speaking to both of them the only two to really understand.
"But she raised you to know that power that you hold to be able to rule which isn't something I could your siblings are wrong." He turns to glare especially at Stephanie and Jason.
"I'm not saying what you did is right morally it can be questionable however you both know what to do in situations like that experience that none of your siblings could ever have."
He breathes knowing he might anger his children throwing in their faces that they weren't born with silver spoons they have to fight and claw to be where they are.
"This is both Damian and Tim's territory neither are going into crime alley or the narrows and telling you what to do. You don't get to complain about how they were raised or how they handle situations you have no prior knowledge of." He sees that at least Dick is understanding a light entering his eyes
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So this is the beggining of a story kinda talking about the difference between how Damian and Tim were raised compared to everyone else.
This was something me and a mutual have been working on but we are disagreeing about it.
They think it's fine I don't know.
Could I get opinions because I personally think it is fascinating how Tim is raised versus others not in a negative or positive.
However I think the way we have done some of it mind you this is almost a twenty chapter fanfiction. Might be slightly not good.
I wanted to explain how Tim and Damian would have an advantage their mother raised badass sons who know how powerful they can be.
They were raised rich and with the world at their fingertips but I think we made it sounds very bashy I need thoughts please let me know.
This is only not even a chapter but I wanted to give something of reference.
I think the privilege is slightly too heavy handed and it makes it sounds like the Rich are better idk. 
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miryum · 8 months
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Sweetheart- Chapter 1
Summary: Jason Todd finds himself in a Groundhog Day situation and it won't stop until he finds his soulmate who's going through the exact same situation. But will you two stop being idiots long enough to too see what's in front of you? Not even the author knows...
Reader and Jason Todd have to repeat the same day until they realise they're soulmates, but once they do so, a soulmate mark will appear and their lives continue
Disclaimer: I know very little of the DC Universe (having never watched/read any of the movies/comics...) so please feel free to correct me on shit, but again, I took liberties with the ages and jobs (like, I know the majority of the Wayne kids aren't high school age and Bruce would never hand his job off, but I will stab canon until the pages of this fanfic run red with its blood)
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Principal Gordon sighed and leaned back in his chair. “What is it now, Todd?”
Jason shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea. Mr. Queen just doesn’t like me.”
“Or is it that you were being disruptive in his class and harassing Ms. L/n?” Principal Gordon raised a brow.
Jason chuckled and crossed his arms. “Harassing her? I wouldn’t call it harassing. Just some harmless flirting.”
“Mr. Queen said you were throwing crumpled pieces of paper at her that had inappropriate pick-up lines written on them,” Principal Gordon said. “You also disturbed Mr. Allen and Ms. Grace?”
“Bart and Artemis are exaggerating,” Jason’s leather jacket hung around him and he shoved his hands in the pockets. “Just some friendly banter. They’re too eager to rat me out. I would take their words with a grain of salt.”
Principal Gordon rubbed his eyes. He was counting down the days until Jason either graduated or dropped out- whichever came first. “Mr. Todd, this has been the… what? Fourth time you’ve been in my office this semester?”
“Fifth, if you count the day you were out sick and Mr. James had to deal with me,” Jason added. Principal Gordon hummed and nodded in agreement.
“You’re a good kid and you know how I know that?”
“‘Cause of my dad and my brothers and sister?” Jason rolled his eyes.
“No,” Principal Gordon shook his head and he softly smiled. “Because of your grades,” he pushed Jason’s transcript towards the boy. It showed near-perfect marks. “And because of your behaviour- excluding things like this.” Jason looked down at the floor and scuffed his shoe on the tile. “It’s not just Mr. Wayne who’s convinced you’re a good kid. It’s Mr. Kent and Ms. Prince, too. You help your siblings and are extremely protective of them. You have compassion and loyalty, Jason. You simply exhibit them in different ways.”
“Yeah, uh, thanks, Gordon.” Jason stood and avoided the principal’s stare. “Now, if you don’t mind, the bell’s about to ring and I don’t wanna miss any more education than I need to. You know me- need to fill up this big brain with as much information as I can!”
Principal Gordon huffed, his moustache twitching, but waved him away. Jason grinned, gave him a salute, and dashed out of the office, slinging his backpack over a shoulder. Once he was out of the door, he let the smile drop, blowing a piece of hair out of his face. Jason’s eyes flickered to the clock, and on cue, the bells sang throughout the school. Automatically, doors opened and the halls were filled. Jason weaved and pushed through the students, intent on locating one person.
“How was ol’ Gordon?” An arm was slung around his shoulder and Jason groaned and pushed Dick off. 
“How’d you find out?” 
“Cass texted the group chat.” Jason dug out his phone and swore at the numerous messages he found waiting for him. Dick and Cass were gleeful, Damian was being a little shit, Tim hadn’t said anything, and Alfred and Bruce were overwhelmingly disappointed in him. 
Jason shoved the phone back in his pocket, ignoring the messages, and scanned the halls. 
“Idiot little brother,” Dick dramatically sighed, hooking an arm around Jason again. “But I don’t know if you’re more stupid in academics or romance.”
“Can you shut the hell up?” Jason asked, punching Dick in the torso. He rounded the corner and there you were. “Cass! Can you not rat me out next time?” He directed his attention to his sister who was leaning by your locker. 
“Jason! Can you not interrupt my conversation next time?” Cass retorted, pushing off the lockers. You shot Jason a look of disgustment and he winked back. 
“Hey, sweetheart,” Jason saddled up next to you. “Did’ya like my notes?”
“Did’ya like the principal’s office?” you shot back. “They might as well give you your own chair from how much time you spend there. What’re you clocking in? Four hours a day? Wouldn’t you say that deserves some compensation?”
“You would think so,” Jason said. “But it turns out I need to join the union first.” You closed your locker and started off towards your next class. Jason wrestled your books from you and you begrudgingly let him. “What’s that?” His voice lowered and his eyes fixated on a point on your arm. 
“Hmm? Oh, the doctor had to draw some blood a couple days ago. They couldn’t find the vein right away so it left a bruise.”
“No one touched you, yeah?” He lifted a brow and you shook your head in reassurance. “Good.” He shifted your books to one arm and his muscles flexed. Not that you were looking. He ran a finger over the bruise. “You know you could tell me?” Cass rolled her eyes to Dick who snickered.
“I know, Jason. You’ve been adamant about that. Now, if you could give me back my necessary textbooks, I would love to go to Science.”
“Chivalry isn’t dead, sweetheart. Now where’s your desk?” 
“Mr. Todd,” Mr. Kent exhaled as Jason entered the classroom. “Didn’t you already grace me with your presence today? What are you doing back?”
“Good to see you too, Mr. Kent!” Jason grinned. “Just dropping off my girl and then I’ll be outta your hair.” 
“Not your girl,” you corrected, though you knew it was futile.
“If you’re not dating anyone, you’re my girl,” Jason shot back. “And as I don’t see a soulmate brand on your wrist, you’re still mine.”
“Hello Ms. L/n,” Mr. Kent tried to hide a smile at the antics of his students. 
You sat down at your desk and greeted your neighbour, Roy. “Hello Y/n. Jaybird… ” Roy gave a shit-eating grin to his friend. “How was Gordon?”
“You asshole,” Jason griped. A warning bell rang and he slowly started backing up towards the door. “Goodbye, sweetheart. I’ll see you in English.” You hummed noncommittally in reply. “Goodbye, shitface!” he called to Roy, throwing up his favourite finger. Roy blew him a kiss.
“He is whipped.” Your desk partner whistled. 
“No, he’s not,” you said. “I don’t know what we are, but I’m surprised he even looks at me, and certainly not in a romantic way.”
“Have you seen him hold anyone else’s stuff? That boy would burn the entire school down if it meant your safety.”
“Have you seen him with his girlfriends? Plural.” You opened your notebook as Mr. Kent started his science speech.
“And when was the last time he had a girlfriend?” Roy rested an elbow on the desk, completely ignoring the teacher. 
“Why the fuck are we still talking about this? Science and stuff are more critical than my non-existent relationships.”
“Y/n, I think your love life will always be the single-handedly most important thing to me ever,” Roy said honestly.
“Pity that there’s nothing to be interested in.” 
“You realise you inadvertently belittled yourself.”
“Yes, Roy, I’m aware.”
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Jason woke up to screaming and shouts. Another ordinary day. “Jason! Get up!” Tim banged on the door. “You’re gonna be late!” Jason groaned and covered his head with his pillow. 
The door flew open and Cass waltzed in. “I think I left my book in here last night.” She started rummaging around the nightstand. 
“Get out!”
“Come on, you’ll be late to see Y/n!” Dick called from the doorway before running off to shower.
Jason paused. Dick was right. He needed to get up so he could meet you at the school doors. Not that you wanted to meet him, but he was always there anyway. 
“Oh, there he is,” Cassandra laughed. “That lovesick fool.”
“Ah, shut up. What’s for breakfast?” Jason slowly stood, stretching his sore muscles. He had spent last night at the gym in front of the punching bag. The rest of his siblings had eventually joined him in the Wayne gym. Damian had challenged him to a sparring match in which Damian and Tim teamed up on him and barely managed to win. He was going easy on them.
“Albert made pancakes.”
“Sweet,” Jason tugged on his clothes and signature leather jacket. “Do you ever find it weird that Alfred is the owner of a multimillion dollar company and he still makes us pancakes?”
“Do you ever find it weird that Bruce is the economics teacher at our school and you still wind up in Gordon’s office every other day?” Cass found her book and started out of the room. Jason followed after her.
“Do you ever find it weird,” Damian called from the bathroom, “that Dad quit his job to start teaching the youth of Gotham City and handed his company over to his butler after I was born? Clearly, we know who the favourite is.”
“Do you ever find it weird that you guys are interrupting my shower?!” Dick stuck his head out of said shower, motioning for Damian to close the door.
“Do you ever find it weird that in a house of idiots,” Tim hopped down the stairs. “I’m able to stay sane?”
“Dude, same.” Cass fistbumped Tim and they shared a secret handshake.
When the family finally arrived at Gotham High, after Jason’s bacon being stolen by Damian, Tim absent on account of before-school extracurriculars, and Alfred flipping pancakes while sporting an apron over his suit, Jason couldn’t help but scan the crowd. It was a routine he had grown accustomed to.
You were stepping off the bus, talking to Artemis and Kori. “Go on, loverboy,” Dick snickered.
“Fuck you,” was his reply.
“Hey, Todd,” Cass called. “When we get back home, I’m gonna re-dye your hair. You’re losing the white streak.”
Jason groaned. “Fine,” he grumbled, biting back a remark that it wasn’t dyed. He had lost that battle a long time ago.
“What’re you reading today, L/n?” He snatched your backpack away from you, intent on keeping his chivalrous streak alive.
“The Fault In Our Stars, a reread,” you said. 
“You don’t have to prove it to me, doll,” Jason said. 
You took a breath at the new nickname, but were quick to bite back. “Prove it? I don’t know what you mean.”
“You don’t need to tell me you’ve read it before to prove you’re smart. You’re telling me it’s a reread cause you’re showing that you could be reading harder, more complex books but you “settled” for this one. But don’t worry, doll, I know you’re smart. Might even have to get you to tutor me.”
“I’ve seen your grades, Jason. You don’t need a tutor.”
“How sweet,” Jason placed a hand over his heart, pretending to swoon. “The Lady L/n thinks me as smart as she.”
“I never said you’re as smart as me,” you corrected.
“Care to make a little wager, then?” Jason held open the school door for you. Artemis rolled her eyes when he let it swing shut after you and she pulled it back open for her and Kori. 
“No,” you deadpanned. “Because I know whatever idea you have concocting in that little brain of yours will be degrading.” You paused at your locker, tugging your bag back. You said your goodbyes to Artemis and Kori, promising to see them later without a parasite named Jason clinging to you. 
“Get a better score on the English test today,” Jason proposed. “And I’ll leave you alone if you ask me to. But if I get a higher score, I get to call you my girl.”
“Absolutely not.” You shut him down but couldn’t help your competitive spirit spark up. “However,” you swung the locker closed and you could see a glimmer alight in Jason’s eyes. “If you win, I will allow you to take me on a date.” Jason’s lips parted and his tongue shot out to moisten them. His head tilted up, eyes still locked on yours. “Maybe you’ll finally get over your obsession with me.” Your throat closed up at the prospect. Not that you would ever admit it, but you liked the attention Jason was giving you. He made you feel special. He made you feel loved.
“Obsession?” Jason whispered. He adjusted his jacket, fiddling with the zipper. “Is that what- you know what, yeah.” His supposed confidence returned. “But I’d be worried, Y/n. I’m not sure I’d be able to get rid of you if you go on a date with me.”
Rid of you. “Yeah, sure. And this is on the likelihood you’ll get a better score than me in English? That is where I thrive, Todd.”
“Same, actually.” Jason smirked. “It’s my highest grade.”
“Then let the best student win.” You stuck out your hand and Jason shook it, ignoring the warmth in his chest he got from touching you. 
“I will.”
“Funny. I was just about to say that.” 
Jason brushed a hand over your bruise. “When you’re done with Fault in our Stars, have you read The Count of Monte Cristo?”
“No. Would you recommend it?”
“Highly.”
You hummed and grabbed his hand to pull him out of the way of a group of theatre kids. “I’ve always wanted to go to Monte Cristo.”
“Sweetheart, that’s an expensive first date,” Jason joked, gripping your hand tighter when you tried to tug away.
“Eh, maybe as a fifth date.” Jason felt his face ignite at your words. He would kill for the prospect of a fifth date with you.
“I have to ace this test, first and foremost.” 
“An impossible feat.” You elbowed the boy in the side before winking at him and darting into your first class. You collapsed into your desk, your smug demeanour collapsing too. When was the last time you had openly flirted with someone? 
“I can’t wait to plan the wedding!” Kori squealed. You groaned loudly in response.
Outside the classroom, Jason couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “You finally got an in.” Tim appeared out of nowhere and clapped him on the back. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.” 
Jason couldn’t find an insult to throw back, something that in itself spoke volumes. “How was Coding Club?” 
Tim frowned. Did Jason ever ask about his extracurriculars? “It was good…” he said slowly. “We’re designing this robot to-” he started rambling as Jason sauntered down the hall, looking as if he’d won the lottery. And he hadn’t even taken the test yet.
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Jason glanced over at you. You had finished the test a couple minutes ago and were now reclined in your desk, copy of The Fault in our Stars propped up and Jason could almost trace the crease between your brows at your concentration. He shook his head to clear the distracting thoughts and tried to focus back on the test.
Explain the significance of John Proctor proclaiming, “God is dead!” and then reciting prayers before his execution.
 Jason started scribbling out a reply and was soon caught up in his response.
Ms. Prince surveyed her students closely, looking for any sign of cheating. Her eyes locked on you. Ms. Prince always had a soft spot for you. You communicated and spoke up in class and definitely weren’t afraid to advocate for your beliefs. But she also noticed how you and Jason tested and battled each other. She noticed how the two of you willed each other to be better. You kept each other on your toes. Maybe that was one of the reasons she sat you next to each other. Maybe she could see the harbouring feelings. Maybe she just wanted to see some drama during the 160+ days she was stuck in school. 
Jason snickered to himself and Ms. Prince silently prayed to her gods that he kept his responses appropriate. She also prayed that you and Jason would figure out your feelings before the end of the school year. She wasn’t going to sit through your countless arguments and flirtatious comments for nothing.
The class eventually came to an end and Ms. Prince announced, “the scores will be released by nine o’clock tonight. Good job and good luck.”
Jason swept out of the room, giving you a wink akin to the one he received earlier that day. 
“He’s an annoying little bitch,” Cass muttered.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything, ‘cause he’s your brother, but yeah,” you agreed. “Incredibly cocky and self-absorbed.”
“Amen,” she slapped you a high-five before bidding you goodbye. Soon, one sibling was replaced by another and Damian ran up to you.
“Y/n!” he crowed, latching himself to your arm. “How’ve you been? Good? Good. Listen, do a guy a favour, will you? I’ve been with you this entire time.”
“What the hell did you do and am I going to get in trouble for it?” you hissed, but automatically pulled him on the inside of you, instinctively shielding him from any oncoming danger.
“Nothing, nothing,” Damian promised. He had learned early on that the answer to everything was deny, deny, deny. “But Dad may be finding glitter in his desk drawer right about now.” 
“Damian,” you groaned. “That’s a fantastic prank and I love you for it, but your Dad is not the type of person who wants glitter in their files. Next time get Mr. Kent.” 
“Ooh, good tip.” The boy let out a laugh that sounded a bit too evil for your taste and you refrained from smacking him upside the head. 
“Damian Wayne!” A shout came down the hall.
“Shit,” Damian clutched your arm. “Remember, I’ve been with you the entire time.” 
“I know the drill,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ve been graced with your presence far too much to not know how to act.”
Damian paused and studied you. You quizzically stared back. “I like you,” the freshman suddenly decided.  
“Thanks? I thought that was already established.” 
“I can see why Jason adores you.”
“Excuse me?!” 
“Oh, this is my class!” Damian beamed. “Gotta go before Dad catches me! Bye, Y/n!”
“Bye? But what do you mean-” The boy ran away before you could demand answers. 
“Y/n?” You turned around to find Mr. Wayne in front of you. “Do you happen to know where my youngest went?” 
“Your youngest? As in Damian? He was with me the entire passing period, but just went off to his next class.” The lie came easily.
Mr. Wayne sighed and ran a hand down his face. “You’re lucky I like you so much, Y/n. If you weren’t friends with my children, I would have half a mind to put you in detention.” 
“But you like me,” you reminded him, smiling widely. “So… you won’t.”
“As long as you accept my invitation to join us for dinner tonight,” Mr. Wayne negotiated. “It’s been too long since Alfred fed you and he’s starting to worry that Jason scared you off.” 
“I assure you, Mr. Wayne, Jason hasn’t done anything of the sort. And yes, I would be happy to join your family for dinner.”
“Good,” Mr. Wayne said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to track down my spawn.”
“Bye, Mr. Wayne!” You managed the rest of the day without any more surprises from the Wayne family. In History, Mr. Curry was clearly nursing a hangover, so he put on the “historical” movie Night at the Museum. During Gym, Mr. Allen (Bart’s father, a fact that the boy always lorded over you for no apparent reason) was adamant on playing baseball. Luckily, Kori and Bart were both on your team, so with the combined speed-Bart- and strength- Kori (you were always shocked at how much muscle she packed under her bubbly personality)- your team won by a wide margin. Other than the bet with Jason, it had been a normal day, one you quickly wrote off in the books. Ms. Quinn, the librarian, bid you an enthusiastic goodbye at the end of the day. 
“Hey, Alfred,” you said as you entered the Wayne Manor.
“Miss. Y/n!” Alfred smothered his smile. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. How’ve you been, my dear?”
“I’ve been good. And you? How are things at Wayne Enterprises?”
“Mr. Wayne left the company in good condition, albeit I’ve been making some changes with staffing and schedules. Our stocks have been rising and I can safely say that the company is in good hands.”
“That’s fantastic, Alfred. Though I can’t say I’m surprised. After running this household, running a company can’t be too hard.” 
Alfred was about to retort when Damian ran up to you. “Y/n! Thank god you’re here! I need help with my homework.” 
“You literally have four older siblings and a teacher as a parent. I don’t think you need me,” you said. 
“But, Y/n!” Damian whined and you questioned if he was a freshman, giving how he was acting like a kindergartner. “You’re my favourite!” 
“I can’t argue with that,” you conceded. “What do you need help with?” 
“Science! Dr. Isley is kicking my ass.” Alfred shot the boy a glare and Damian corrected, “She does not like me.” 
“Isn’t Tim better at Science? Or Cass?” After some debate, you finally gave in to the boy’s pleads. “How can I help?” Damian slumped down at the kitchen table which was already occupied by Dick and Tim. You figured that Cass was tucked in her room, independently doing her homework, and you pushed the thought of Jason out of your mind.
“I don’t know… just, help!” He opened his folder and extracted a worksheet filled with equations on density and force. You grimaced. You hadn’t done this in two years and wondered if you could coax the information out of the darkest depths of your mind. You had thrown the equations in the literal and metaphorical trash the second you stepped out of that class. 
You started walking Damian through the questions, simultaneously working on your Maths homework and frequently checking your email to see if your English score had been released. 
“Look what the cat dragged in,” a smooth voice sang in your ear. You elbowed Jason in the gut and he let out a groan. 
“More like, look what your brother dragged in.” 
“The scores just came out, sweetheart,” Jason smirked. “Shall we see who’s the victor?”  Cass groaned as she walked in, heading for the snack cabinet. 
“No! I need help from my future sister-in-law!” Damian cried. Jason turned red and looked away. Dick laughed loudly and even Tim pressed his lips together to stop a laugh.
“Damn right,” You held up your hand and Cass slapped it. “Cass and I are getting married and none of you are invited to the wedding. Except Alfred, of course.” 
“Of course,” Cass agreed.
“Just show me your score,” Jason tried to return to the topic at hand. 
“Fine,” you pulled up your email, a glistening new message from Ms. Prince in your inbox. Oddly enough, you didn’t feel nervous. You would be fine with either outcome, knowing you would never tell Jason to leave you alone. But he didn’t know that. Jason’s nerves were haywire, worried that the second you got your scores, you would tell him to piss off. “What’d you get?” 
“A 97, but technically a 92.” Jason proudly said. “I got extra credit.”
“Ms. Prince doesn’t give out extra credit!” you exclaimed. “What the hell?!”
“If you ask incredibly nicely and tell her it's for a good cause,” Jason said. “Then yes, she does.”
“You fucking told her about our bet, didn’t you.”
“Why yes, yes I did.” Jason looked incredibly proud of himself and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that cocky simper off his face.
“What bet?” Mr. Wayne strutted into the room.
“Nothing,” both you and Jason answered at the same time Dick launched into an explanation of the wager. Mr. Wayne side-eyed both you and his son before peeking at Alfred. Alfred gave him a small shrug in response. 
“Just make sure no one gets emotionally hurt, Jason.” Bruce said. 
“How come you’re telling me and not Y/n!” Jason stood up, looking aghast. 
“Because Y/n is smarter than that,” Mr. Wayne said simply. 
Ignoring his father, Jason rounded on you. “Seriously, doll, what was your score?”
You glanced down at the number on your screen and a silent war raged on in your mind. On one side, your pride stood tall, but on the other, your heart begged for something else. “95,” you blurted out. 
The room went silent. Bruce and Alfred exchanged a glance and Bruce immediately took out his phone and started typing away. Cass looked over your shoulder and hummed. Tim let out a low whistle and Damian cackled. Dick closely watched his younger brother with a pleased smile. 
“Wait, actually?” Jason asked. 
“Yes, Todd,” you sighed. “Actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bruce show his phone to Alfred. Alfred raised an eyebrow and you had an inkling of who Bruce had texted. 
“Damn, sweetheart,” Jason continued. “Did you throw the test on purpose?” 
“Just take the date, Jason.” You said, “I wouldn’t dwell on it. Though I am expecting you to pull out all the stops.” 
“You won’t be disappointed, sweetheart.” Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead and you pushed him away, ignoring the twists and turns of your stomach.
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flamingpudding · 5 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 18 - "We can't do this on our own."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: Slight mentions of DannyXBruce ship
A/N: Inspired by the comments and Reblogs of Prompt 17. I advise to read that one first before reading this, also posting this early because I won't have the time to do that tomorrow. Credits for inspiring this continuation go to @charlietheepic7 and @noxcheshire
After the babysitting disaster Dick had sworn Tim and Damian into secrecy about. The bat-sibling had quickly warmed up to the phantom children and invited them several more times to visit them at the manor. Damian had even doubled his efforts in getting along with them, still believing they were his half siblings, despite Bruce having tried to explain to them in private that this wasn't the case.
Of course that didn't mean that Damian wasn't butting heads with them at all, in fact they were only sitting together like this now because Damian and Dan had gotten into a fight about whether or not Phantom was an adequate partner for Bruce. Dan appeared to have taken offense to that in some form and declared that Bruce was the one not suited to be with his Mom.
The fight ended with Dani, five years old little girl Dani, kicking down both Damian and her own brother, before proceeding to sit on Dan while loudly yelling that he was risking their entire plan of setting up their Mom with Uncle Bruce so Auntie Valerie would stop trying to be their Step Mom. Which brought them back to their current situation of the five of them sitting together in the main hang out room.
Dan grumbled inaudible, arms crossed and glaring at the bat children assembled before him. Dani giggled, nudging her big brother's leg. "Don't go nonverbal now!"
"Nonverbal?" Dick couldn't help but question, causing Dan to snarl at him while Dani still smiled very brightly at them.
"Big Brother sometimes only talks in growls and snarls. Auntie Jazz said it's got something to do with what he's been through. Mom says big brother isn't socialized enough yet." The boy only growled, glaring at them while he pulled the little girl into a hug and made her sit between his legs, making Dani giggle once more grinning bridely. The two Phantom children were seated on a loveseat together now in the general hang out room of Wayne Manor. Dick, Tim and Damian sat across from them on the couch.
The bat kids exchanged glances. Bruce can try as he might, there was no hiding the relation he had with the Phantom kids. There were too many things that added to the fact that the kids had to be Damians half siblings.
Damian looked rather disgruntled, arms also crossed as he turned to return Dan's glare with the same intensity. "Father, may have been trying to hide you from us but his attempts at gaining Nightingale favor are just as pathetic as the excuses he has been giving us in regards to our relation."
Tim arched an eyebrow. "I was not even aware that Bruce tried to flirt with Phantom at all."
Dick patted Tims shoulder in mock condolence. "I have seen the Phantom-Batman dynamic since my days as Robin… It was horrible and painful to watch. Jason can attest to that."
"Mom is as dense as a neutron star." Dan muttered looking away from them.
As if realizing something Dani blinked a couple of times before staring wide eyed at Dick and pointing with one hand at him. "You're the menace Robin! You're the one that asked Superman to throw you high into the air so you could do flips! Mom even said that you asked him once if he could phase you halfway through a wall or turn you invisible to scare your rogues!"
Both Tim and Damian stared at their older brother unimpressed.
"I guess that did happen. Well back to topic!" Dick tried to deflect which sort of worked. But more because Tim got curious about something.
"I don't get how you guys know about us but we didn't know about you two at all. Phantom never mentioned either of you before, not even when he came to visit as Danny. Before we were told about him being Phantom." Tim muttered, completely ignoring Dick as he turned his attention to the two kids. The two children in turn exchanged knowing looks.
"Mom and Auntie Jazz were worried that big brother would get PTSD seeing the Justice League. That's why Uncle Bruce and Superman are the only ones who really knew about us." Dani explained looking up at her older brother who suddenly sported a feral grin, showing off suddenly very sharp appearing teeth. "Though Superman learning about us was more a spur of the moment than intentional telling him."
"Mom was so mad at him." Dan mentioned his sharp teeth glinting as he exchanged a feral look with his sister. It sent a shiver down the batkids' back, making them remember that the kid mentioned he had apparently murdered all of them before. The image of little ten years old Dan standing in a sea of blue fire and laughing like a maniac crossed their minds for a brief moment before they pushed the memories of the babysitting disaster into the depths of their minds again. "He would have beat him up if Uncle Bruce didn't stop him. Instead Mom put Supes through the lecture of a lifetime using us as his how-it's-supposed-to-be example."
"Oh and we met big bro J when Frostbite helped with his treatment!" Dani added clapping her hands together all cutely while her brother on the other hand ended up growling. "He still owns me a spar."
"That… explains nothing." Tim retorted, eyes narrowed at the two kids who only shrugged refusing to explain any more than they had.
Damian meanwhile ended up glaring at nothing as he crossed his arms muttering something about punishing Todd for having been in cahoots with his father and keeping his younger siblings from him. Dick smiled, their youngest apparently really like the thought of having two younger siblings of his own now.
"Can we please get back to topic? About these two trying to set up Danny and Bruce?" Dick tried once more, he really wanted to know more about this whole 'we attempted to set our mom up with Bruce' deal the two kids had going on.
"What is there to question, Richard? My half siblings appear to want for my father and their mother to be together." Damian huffed with his attention being on his eldest brother he did not notice the confused look Dani gave the older boy before looking at her own brother only for Dan to sport a mix of a feral and mischievous grin the girl soon returned when a look of understanding crossed her face briefly.
"So are you guys going to help?" Dani looked at them with big baby blue and pleading eyes. Dan gave them a red eyed glare as if daring them to disagree with his sister. "As big brother said Mom is a neutron star! We can't do this on our own. But now that you guys know you can help!"
The three bat-kids exchanged a look, though it appeared as if Damian had already made a decision on that matter the moment he learned that Phantom was the mother of his half siblings. Dick grinned, pulling out his phone. "If we are going to do this then I am calling in the cavalry."
In other words Dick was going to call in all their siblings as back up. They had been discussing making Phantom, aka Danny Nightingale, a more permanent fixture in their lives before after he had helped Jason. Now they had even more reason to do so with two baby siblings added into their lot.
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cyrwrites · 2 months
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Hi! Saw you might want to write some snippets and thought I’d pitch in with a small prompt ✨
When Damian enters the picture, Tim is terrified.
Not because Damian hates him, not because Tim thinks his place in the manor is threatened, no. Tim is terrified because Damian wants Robin.
And Tim is convinced that if Damian were to take the mantle, Red Hood’s ire would transfer from him to Damian.
(Potential for: misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, some sibling bonding, maybe even Jason-and-Damian-met-in-the-League… <3)
Why was it that people loved to hurt Tim? Damian - little creep that he was - was supposed to be different. He was a kid, for goodness' sake! Shouldn't children be more chill and less murderous?!
Tim didn't doubt the League's cruelty - he'd seen too much to ever forget any of it -, but he was only beginning to realize just how fucked up Bruce's son was.
All Tim was, in Damian's eyes, was his rival, so of course he wanted to make him kneel and concede defeat. Damian was staking his claim on Robin and, as always, it came at the cost of Tim's place in this wretched family.
Now, Tim laid against the broken glass, bleeding and a little disoriented from Damian's blow, because he'd been pushed into one of the cave's glass cases.
This had to be a new record. He'd been almost killed - again - by this brat, and less than twenty-four hours had passed from the last attempt. Even in his poor state, Tim counted himself as lucky because Dick had gravitated to the scene fast enough to prevent his (very likely) murder.
Not that Dick was of any real help these days, being his pacifying self as always, only speaking to Damian in a way that never failed to make Tim's stomach roll unpleasantly. 
Still, he was not going to let this go. Even if he was attacked for running his mouth, Damian had to hear this. Being patient with the kid was not paying off, and Tim could handle another assassination attempt if it was absolutely necessary. 
"Can you walk?" Dick asked him, hovering over him uncertainly.
"Sure, just let me-"
Tim only stumbled a little as he was helped to his feet, but he managed to keep himself upright for the most part. Immediately, he took stock of his injuries. There was going to be a large bruise on his temple, and there were multiple lacerations from the glass that had fallen on him, but nothing major. There was no loss of coordination. No nausea, and the dizziness was going away. He probably didn't have a concussion.
In short, he was fine.
"You don't want Robin, Damian," Tim states, looking at the little terror in the eye. Insultingly, the brat had already fashioned himself a Robin costume, and he was wearing it under the grey cloak he so favored. It was cringy how edgy he was, all the damn time. "I get that you're throwing a tantrum to take up the mantle, but you're not good enough for it."
Dick made a choked-off noise.
"Tim-"
"Are you kidding me, Drake? You are a weakling! How many times have you almost perished by my hand? How many times do we have to settle this useless dispute between us? I am the next best thing! I-"
"You're the most insufferable person in my life right now. Well, almost. If you took out your grandfather from that list, then you would be at the top of it right now."
"You insolent wretch. How dare-"
"Okay! Hold on!" Dick jumped between them, ready to diffuse and intercept any attack between them. "You two need a time out, alright? I understand that you don't have the best relationship, but you can't jump at each other's throats like this!"
"I tried to tell him, Dick. And he doesn't listen. I'm not going to let myself go down because he doesn't understand what it means to be Robin."
"Oh, I understand perfectly well, Drake. Your way was inefficient and outdated. In a city like Gotham, you are refuse from a time that settled for less- but it's high time to optimize."
Tim saw the attack coming and sidestepped it completely, automatically letting his bo out with a flick of his wrist.
Luckily, the blunt weapon wasn't necessary. Even if Dick was always trying to deescalate, he was still a fierce protector. Tim's brother wrangled the little brat under a strong restraining hold before he could get close to him, and Damian's jambiya dropped from his hands to the floor with an unceremonious clang.
"Release me, Grayson!"
"Not until you calm down! We don't do things this way here!"
"Grayson, you saw it with your two eyes: he provoked it. I am only dealing the punishment that's due!"
Super fucked up kid, Tim reminded himself.
"I was hardly provoking you," he scoffed at Damian's outraged face, who was still trying to get a foothold somewhere that wasn't the air. Unperturbed by Damian's efforts to kick him, Dick let his face contort into an incredulous expression at his words. "I'm telling you that you're not ready to be Robin. Listen, you get out of here looking like that, and Gotham will break you in no time."
"How's that not provoking him, Tim?" Dick despaired.
Damian looked about ready to explode, but Tim was not backing down.
"I'm merely being honest. Jason will hunt him down and return him to us full of bullet holes. He gets touchy when he sees that I'm out and Damian doesn't know enough of Gotham to outmaneuver... what?"
Dick looked sick.
"Tim... Timmy... Does Jason-"
"Well, yeah," Tim shrugged, hiding how awkward he was feeling under the combined stare of the demon brat and Dick's puppy eyes. He ignored the phantom ache of his thigh, knowing that it had healed okay (and resolutely not thinking about how close to his femoral artery Jason's bullet had landed). "You know how Red Hood gets with us."
"With me, yeah," Dick sputtered angrily. "But I wasn't aware that he was tracking you down too! I thought he left you alone!"
Tim couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance.
"After the Titans' Tower fiasco? No chance of that."
Dick looked ready to interrogate him, all but having forgotten about the captive in his arms. However, Tim never forgot and saw Damian's expression transition from anger to neutrality rapidly.
"What?" Tim snarled at the brat.
"So, you're saying I'm not ready to take up Robin because of Todd?"
Dick didn't startle but his fingers did a brief shake that indicated his surprise.
Tim could relate. Damian was almost tame, which was an attitude opposite to the one he had adopted before. But then his words registered, and now he was the one that was getting upset.
"We'll tell you about Jason in a minute, Damian. Right now-"
"I know him," Damian proclaimed, looking like a cat that caught a canary. "I know how to deal with him too."
"You saw him train in the League, you mean?" Tim asked. The familiarity of Jason’s name in Damian's mouth was repugnant.
"Tt, don't be ridiculous, Drake. That man is my brother."
"What?" Both him and Dick blurted out.
"It's none of your business," Damian scowled. Held up in the air by Dick, he looked ridiculous.
"No, no, no," Tim shouted, gesticulating as frustration mounted. "You can't drop a bomb like that and expect us to leave you alone. What do you mean that he considers you his brother?"
Damian smiled. It was little more than a baring of teeth.
"It means that I've already surpassed you, Drake."
Tim didn't get lost for words easily, but in that moment, he was physically incapable of responding. A tight ball of heat was blooming from behind his eyes, and he was not staying there to let someone like Damian witness his shame.
Trying to hold back the tears was futile; Tim sprinted away from the Batcave, ignoring Dick's calls after him. He almost ran over Alfred on his way out, just as the old butler arrived to deliver a tea set and a bunch of snacks.
Tim sincerely hoped that the old man hadn't been able to see him cry. He wouldn't be able to handle it.
To be fair, he seemed to fail at everything lately.
Tim squirreled himself away, hiding inside one of the many unused rooms of the manor, where he was the only thing living and making noise.
Sweet home.
For some reason, that thought sent him on another bout of ugly crying. He couldn't bring himself to stop, and instead, he cried and cried until there were no more tears to be shed.
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Tim woke up hours later with someone carrying. With new bandages wrapped around his injuries, he knew who had him instantly.
"Is it me?" Tim asked in a whisper. "Why does everyone hate me, Dick?"
His brother shushed him and kissed his forehead, strong arms tightening their hold on him.
"You're absolutely not the one at fault here," he assured him. "Not about Damian and definitely not because of Jason."
"It hurts. I'm never enough. Nothing ever goes right. No one loves me."
"I love you," Dick declared fiercely. There was hardly any light, but as the moonlight peeked through one of the corridors' windows, Tim swore that his big brother's eyes had lightened up until they almost glowed. "I love you a lot. I know I hardly ever tell you this, but it's true. You're one of the best things to happen to me, Tim Drake, and I'm really glad that you're here with me."
"But only as Tim Drake?" Tim said. "I know you were considering giving Damian Robin, Dick. I heard you talk to Alfred. You know that Robin is everything to me."
The pace of his brother's footsteps faltered before resuming at a snail’s pace. Tim waited placidly for a reply, almost drifting off.
"I wanted to talk to you first," Dick admitted in a small voice, "so you could hear my reasoning. I wasn't going to fire you... But Tim. You're so smart and capable. I can't help but think you're ready to spread your wings and be your own hero, not just a sidekick."
"Mmm, don't want to," Tim muttered, sleepily turning his face away from Dick. He slapped at his brother's chest, irritated at the sound of laughter coming from him. "Stop."
"Sorry," Dick apologized. "I'm just... You look so cute like this, Baby Bird."
"Mmm."
"I guess I forgot you're still a kid yourself."
"Mmm."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Not going to talk anymore. Just one last thing, yeah? Ready?"
Tim nodded sleepily.
"I want you to remember that you can always rely on me. You're not alone, Tim. Please look for me if you're ever in trouble. Please."
Caught in the cusp of dreams, Tim nodded, although it was debatable if he heard the last part or not.
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nerdpoe · 10 months
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TWINcognito mode Part 6(Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (lmfao nah they adopted Danny they ain't pretending anymore)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, AO3
Alfred looked up from where he was polishing the last segment of the giant penny, just as one of Master Bruce’s civilian cars came to a rather sudden halt. The doors opened to an unholy cacophony of shouting and adolescent rage, and an almost desperate Master Bruce attempting to gain control of the situation.
With a clatter of a dropped school bag, Master Duke stumbled down the stairs, looking as perplexed as Alfred himself was.
Miss Barbara appeared on the screen, looking very much like she either wished to throttle the shouting siblings or was about to retreat to her bed.
Miss Cassandra appeared on the screen as well; the only one of any of them who looked amused. Well bully for her, then. If only they could all be so lucky as to be in a different country at that moment.
“Master Tim,” Alfred started, raising his voice just enough to warrant a pause in the ongoing argument, “Would you be so kind as to tell us why you are dressed like Master Danny?”
That was the wrong question.
That was the entirely wrong question to ask, and Alfred knew the second he saw the expression on Master Damian’s face.
“Timothy thought that running away from his problems instead of facing them was the answer, as usual, and-”
“-I do not run away from my problem you insufferable little-”
“-Opted to trade places with Daniel instead of standing and fighting for him-”
“-So are you saying I’d able to win against Bruce-”
“-Now Todd is on the run with Daniel at his mercies-”
“-It’s fine; Jason seems to like Danny, he’s-”
“-Perhaps we should let Master Bruce speak,” Alfred interrupted, cutting into their particular version of bonding.
Master Bruce looked like he very much did not want to speak.
“...Master Bruce, please enlighten us as to the reason for this meeting.”
Master Bruce avoided Alfreds gaze.
“B tried to kill Danny.”
“I did not!”
“You are overreacting, Timothy. But yes, father did inadvertently attempt to murder the superior twin.”
“I’m sorry,” Master Dick’s voice echoed through the cave, as cold and as terrifying as his eyes, “Bruce did what?”
Oh dear.
~~~~~~
Jason threw his helmet against the wall in rage.
Danny, very helpfully, staggered over to it and brought it back to him, taking care to only scorch it a little bit with his uncontrolled energy arcs. Jason did not take it back.
“Do we feel better now?”
No, no he did not. 
“Jason, you gotta take Danny to the Cave; Dick’s on a warpath,” Barbara sighed through his earpiece, “I’ve muted myself on their side but he won’t calm down until he sees Danny. You know Danny will be safe there, and I’ll take over the security systems to guarantee an easy escape if I’m wrong.”
“Jason, why does Tim wear these suits?”
“Jason, please, just-”
“-I feel like my skin is fighting me-”
“-Take Danny to-”
“-Was the sky always pink?”
“-Shut up!” Jason snapped, only to end up with his own helmet braining him.
“You shut up, you…you fruitloop,” Danny hissed, sounding for all the world like he’d just gravely insulted Jason.
That was adorable, but Jason was too pissed to acknowledge that.
He did file it away for use later, though. As blackmail material, obviously.
“Okay, fine. I’ll take the little menace to the Cave, and I want a guaranteed easy escape.”
“Done. Good luck getting him on your bike.”
Danny struck one of the sloppiest fighting poses Jason had ever seen in his life, literally hissing like a cat. Jason heard a click as Barbara disconnected, the coward.
“You can’t or he’ll kill me! And I’ll kick your butt to prove it!”
“How does that make any sense?”
Danny attempted to throw a punch in response, but overbalanced and landed on his face, using his bad hand to attempt to stop himself. Jason watched apathetically as the younger of the twins dragged himself off of the ground and cradled the burned appendage, before making seal-eyes at Jason.
“You did this to yourself,” Jason said flatly.
The eyes started to water.
“But it hurts,” whined Danny.
“I don’t care,” mocked Jason, “Suck it up, pipsqueak, and get on the bike.”
~~~~~~
Duke was not hiding.
He absolutely was fucking not.
He was just…staying out of the line of fire.
Watching as the scariest version of Dick he’d ever seen glared Bruce, Damian, and Tim into silence as the eldest forced them all to wait for Danny to get there.
Duke opened his mouth to ask for maybe some clarifying information, possibly to learn what exactly had happened while he’d been at school, before closing it with a quiet click.
He wasn’t sure that drawing Dick’s attention on him would be a good thing.
Instead, he made himself scarce and waiting for oh thank god he could hear the motorcycle.
Jason came to a screeching halt, and looked just as pissed as Dick, and Danny was…stumbling like he was drunk.
“Dude, are you drunk?” Slipped out of Duke’s mouth before he could stop himself.
Danny immediately course-corrected to beeline towards Duke, which was very unfortunate because that would take him off of the vehicle pad and into the dark, deadly abyss between them.
Jason didn’t even look over as he grabbed Danny by the collar of his very expensive looking jacket and hauled him down the walkway.
“No,” Danny whined, making grabby hands at Duke, “Save me Duke they’re gonna make me suck it up!”
“Suck what up?” Duke asked, stepping out of his not-a-hiding-place and hurrying over.
“My hand,” Danny wailed, waving a bandaged hand in the air as proof.
Jason manhandled Danny to his front so he could shove him at Tim, who caught his twin and glared at the crime lord.
“You couldn’t be a little more gentle?”
“He burned my helmet and then hit me with it, fuck you.”
“As expected, even incapacitated Daniel maintains the ability to attempt to defend himself. Timothy, learn from this.”
Tim attempted to reach out to presumably throttle Damian, but Danny decided to fully lean on his twin and forced Tim to put all of his efforts into keeping an inebriated meta upright.
Duke diverted his eyes from their antics to keep focus on the bigger problem.
Dick.
Dick, who actually looked like he was slowly relaxing as his shoulders fell from their tense position.
Dick, who now looked much more likely to listen to people talk since he’d confirmed that Danny was…not fine, but would be.
“So…can we know what happened now?” Duke asked, really needing to wrap up whatever this was so he could get started on his…homework. Yes. That was what he was going to do.
“I’m a god,” Danny answered, completely serious as he hid his face in his twins chest, “I can see it all so clearly now; everything is connected and I control all the realms and tax laws need constant reformation.”
Duke, as well as almost everyone in the room, elected to ignore this.
Well, he would have, if it hadn’t been for Bruce suddenly looking very, very ill. Duke supposed he would; the rich were afraid of taxes, after all.
“Bruce?” Duke asked cautiously, drawing attention to the man, “Hey, tax reforms aren’t that bad, you don’t have to be scared!”
“Bruce,” Dick ordered, much less cautiously, “Spill.”
~~~~~~
Dick, contrary to what he let his family believe, did not allow himself to be blinded by familial love to what was right in front of him.
He did allow his emotions to get the better of him, he would be the first to admit that. Second, if he couldn’t say it faster than Bruce.
He was quick to anger, tended to catastrophize, and generally did not have a sleep schedule to speak of, which only heightened the emotions he felt on a daily basis.
And he had worked so fucking hard to overcome all of that.
He wasn’t proud of who he had been, but he was working to be better than that. Every day was a chance to be a better person, and he was getting better about the frequency he fucked it up.
When Tim had left on his date and left Dick with Danny, Dick had been able to read the excitement and nervousness in the younger twin like an open book. He’d also taken note that Danny did not seem as able to hide his emotions as Tim, and okay, maybe he’d taken advantage of that.
He would blame the cop in him if he didn’t know for sure it was the Bat.
It wasn’t that Danny wasn’t as smart as Tim, it was just that Danny wasn’t as crime-oriented as Tim. Danny wasn’t constantly on guard or gathering information or reading people’s body language. He didn’t have to.
Danny, Dick discovered within five minutes of Tim leaving, loved engineering and space and hyperfixated on the topics just like Tim hyperfixated on cases.
Honestly, they hadn’t even watched the movie right away; Danny had let slip that he wanted glow-in-the-dark stars and Dick had pulled up all open toy stores on his phone.
Danny, Dick discovered, gave away information he did not mean when he was lecturing about something he was obsessive over.
So Dick had gotten a ladder, let Danny ‘forget’ he could fly so that his little brother could order him around, and set about decorating the ceiling with every single constellation Danny could pull from memory. In between placing the stars, he’d ask small, inconsequential questions. Questions Tim would never answer, but Danny was so distracted and unsuspecting that he answered them right away.
The thing that stuck out to Dick, immediately, was the way Danny worded things.
“Because ever since we’ve been introduced, we’ve literally never hung out,” Danny had said.
“Do you have anything else to say?” Tim had asked.
Danny kept commenting how he’d never known XYZ about Dick, that Dick had never told him about whatever story Dick was regaling him with, informing Dick about whether or not he liked or disliked something, and just…acting like he’d never met Dick before, and was doing everything but outright saying it.
The most damning evidence Dick managed to gather, however, was how Danny would pause before being introduced to a snack. Like he didn’t know if he would like it or not, like it was new to him.
So Dick chose a movie he’d seen a million times before, something he could easily pretend to watch while he compiled what he’d found out in his head. 
It was an old movie, a cult classic, and the attention Danny was giving it indicated that he’d never even heard of it before.
So.
Danny was a clone, then.
If he had been an alternate version of Tim, he would have known some things about Dick’s personal tastes, and if he had been Tim’s twin from a different dimension, then at least some of the things they’d talked about would have overlapped.
But it was all new to him.
That left cloning.
Danny looked nothing like Kon, and Dick was certain that he and Superman had successfully shredded Tim’s cloning lab, soTim and Luthor were out.
But Tim had a lot of enemies.
The issue was finding out which one…
Tim’s spleen.
That would have been a good source of DNA material, and only one person had both the remains of Tim’s organ and the money to afford a cloning operation.
Ra’s Al Fucking Ghul.
It wasn’t enough that the freak was chasing his little brother’s skirts, he’d resorted to creating his own version of Tim to play with.
And Tim had gotten him away, without reaching out to the family for help. Again.
It would match Danny’s cover story about being deep cover, but it snagged on one thing.
Why hadn’t Tim taken Danny out with him when he’d infiltrated the League to get Bruce back?
So Danny had been in the League, and if he was a clone then that would explain…well, everything.
Dick watched Danny through the corner of his eye, noticing for the first time what his small fidgets were for.
Lightly rubbing fingers on rough surfaces, check. Reaching up to touch a specific area of his face, check. The small undercurrent of fear that would rise when the movie slowed, check. Deep, controlled breaths when the movie touched on certain subject, check. Slowly but surely burrowing his way into his oversized hoodie until the only skin visible was his face, check.
All pointed towards grounding himself, all pointed towards previous trauma.
Dick decided to ask for confirmation, without asking for confirmation.
“Man, I forgot how cheesy this movie could be,” he chuckled, leaning further into the couch, “Real assassins don’t move like that.”
Danny snorted, nodding in agreement.
“Way too many useless moves; they’d get seriously punished for the excess time it took.”
Yup.
Yup yup yup.
That was the League speaking.
And from how Danny had tensed his shoulders, how that flash of fear had briefly shown in his eyes, that was also experience speaking.
Dick had thought he’d protected Tim from Ra’s, but apparently Ra’s had found a workaround.
Dick wasn’t worried about brainwashing; that would have been the first thing Tim dealt with. 
Tim had taken this clone, cleaned him up, gotten him on his feet, and declared him his twin, and okay; that was their choice, and if that was what they wanted their identities to be, then that was what they were. They wanted to play a prank on the family? Fine, Dick didn’t have any issue with it.
He was thrilled to have another brother, if he was honest. Especially one insistent on being a civilian; that was one less sibling he had to worry about on his patrols.
What he did have an issue with, however, was that Ra’s had managed to traumatize one of his little brothers, and had done it with Dick none the wiser.
By the time the movie had ended, Dick had worked himself up too much about it, and could feel the explosive outburst teasing the edge of his mind.
So he’d all but run from the penthouse, and crime in Gotham that night feared Nightwing far more than it did Batman.
Presently, he could feel the explosion that had been building ease back as he watched Danny make a nuisance of himself to his twin. He watched them for another moment, before turning his attention to Bruce. 
Bruce, who looked like he knew something, but clearly had made a move without knowing everything.
All this talk about Bruce trying to kill Danny was making Dick consider putting that same fear he’d put into the criminal underbelly of Gotham that night into his father.
“Bruce,” he ordered, fighting to keep his voice level, “Spill.”
~~~~~~
Damian used Timothy as a distraction, grabbing Daniel’s hand and ensuring that its bandage was not removed or knocked loose. It was not going well; the hand was occasionally sparking and Daniel kept trying to pull it away.
Daniel only stopped trying to squirm away when he realized it was Damian who was touching him, whereupon he took it upon himself to transfer his weight from Timothy to Damian with a cry of “El-witwaat!”.
Damian used the momentum to make Daniel sit, allowing for the undamaged hand to wrap around him in exchange for free access to the injured hand.
He finally managed to re-tighten the slightly-burned bandage in time to listen to Father’s lackluster explanation.
“I was under the wrongful impression that Danny was from another dimension, and wanted to send him back so that his version of Bruce would not worry,” he started, laying out the most relevant facts and keeping his hands at his sides and his stance non-threatening, “I was unaware I was implying that I would send him to his death; I will no longer be pursuing that course of action.”
There was an unimpressed silence from Richard, before he spoke but a single word.
“Clone.”
Damian heard Father let out a soft exclamation, but tuned him out to look down at the twin plastered to his front.
Damian went over their past interactions, the way that Daniel had worded things, how Daniel interacted with the world; and Damian was surprised that Daniel had gone out of his way to never once lie to Damian, personally. Certainly, he’d lied to the others to keep the charade going, but everything with Damian had been worded so carefully that it had never strayed out of the realm of truth.
Damian did not feel betrayed by this.
He felt relieved.
He did not have to walk on eggshells, wondering if his current actions would stay on track for past actions. He no longer felt that he had to outdo a past version of himself that he could not recall.
Damian would begrudgingly grant that Timothy’s idea was an excellent training exercise in jumping to wrong conclusions, or accepting the facts presented before him without question.
The youngest Wayne turned to glare at Timothy even as the older twin-progenitor? Twin. Damian could see them as nothing else-attempted to console Daniel.
“Do you intend to throw him away, now that you’ve utilized him as a tool for your test?”
Timothy had always been against Damian, and Damian had always been against Timothy. They had a history of fighting each other, and were more likely to draw blood than to agree on something.
But Damian had never seen the look of hatred on Timothy’s face that his brother directed at him after he asked that question.
Good.
“He’s my twin, I don’t care where he came from-”
“-Good, then we actually agree on something for once,” Damian interrupted, not wishing to hear whatever monologue the buffoon was about to prattle on about.
Daniel was his brother, and the only brother he had a normal relationship with.
Luck was with Timothy, as Damian had been fully prepared to fight to keep it that way, and thought that Timothy could stand to gain a few more holes in his body.
~~~~~~
Bruce took in the scene in front of him.
Danny was coddling Damian, who was mother-henning over Danny in his own way. Tim hovered over them both, unsure of how to handle himself since his twin had attached himself to their youngest.
Jason had turned on his heel and marched towards the stairs, presumably to raid the kitchen, Dick had collapsed into a chair and was taking deep, meditative breaths, and Duke looked like he was having fourteen epiphanies at the same time.
Alfred stood with perfect poise and raised an eyebrow at Bruce.
“I’m so sorry sir; given that you had not informed me of your ongoing theories as to Master Danny’s existence, I assumed that you knew.”
It was blindingly clear that Alfred knew that Bruce had not known, and that not telling him was payback for Bruce not including Alfred in his research.
Barbara had chewed them out for lack of communication, and she had been right. If they had just talked to each other, then the massive misunderstanding he’d had wouldn’t have happened.
Fine.
“I also have to report that according to Constantine, he’s acting as the eyes for a god of some sort in this dimension.”
“Yeah, that checks,” Tim piped up, obviously distracted.
Dick stopped his meditative breathing.
Bruce turned slowly to face Tim.
“What,” Duke said flatly from behind him.
Tim looked a bit cornered.
Luckily, Danny had zero self-control.
“Beelzebub stole me from my Lair and put me in a mortal body and now I’m alive again and sometime’s people want to talk to me so Tim put a tracker in my leg.”
Bruce kept his gaze on Tim.
Tim kept his gaze on Danny.
“Tim,” said Bruce.
“Bruce,” answered Tim.
“Isn’t Beelzebub a demon?” Asked Duke.
“Beelzebub is a bitch,” clarified Danny.
“Language!” 
“Sorry, Alfred,” Danny moaned, before whispering to Damian, “But he is, though.”
“Why does he need a tracker, Tim?” Dick cut in, looking exactly how Bruce felt.
“He may have been a big name in the afterlife, and people can sometimes summon him and he’ll just…poof,” Tim mumbled, miming an explosion with his hands, “So the tracker alerts me if he just randomly jumps locations. I can set it to alert on your phones too, if you give me fifteen minutes.”
Bruce frowned.
The tracker was a good idea then; they’d be able to find Danny if he was summoned and retrieve him back home safely.
Dick looked rather like he’d swallowed a lemon.
“So you just…violated his autonomy?”
“No, he actually agreed to the tracker.”
“Cultists are scary and I like being alive.”
Damian nodded solemnly, fully agreeing with Danny’s decision.
Bruce sighed, electing to ruffle Danny’s hair as he walked past him to the BatComputer.
He had a PR shitshow to navigate, and Danny needed to sleep off the morphine before he made Duke’s head explode.
“So one of my brothers is a prophet?!”
Too late, it seemed. Duke was falling down the conspiracy rabbit hole that Tim’s boyfriend loved to swim in.
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