#nightwing also gets this treatment

[batboopp]

I’m tired of people confusing characters who are kind and caring people with being an extremely extroverted himbo that can’t defend themselves (Superman im talking about you 💔)

[jestersssss]

See how when I make a character playlist I take into account their canon tastes, the songs lyrics and their personality and not just filling it with whatever angsty song is trending? Very respectful, very mindful!

[necrotic-nephilim]

I started in DC by reading fanfics, but as I began to read actual comics, I started to be unable to read the actual fanfic that got me into it in the first place because it's so out of character.

But there are still some stories that I love to read because I love the found family trope so much, even if it isn't really accurate to the source material.

As a comics purist (sometimes), are there tropes that you like enough that you'll still enjoy a fic even if it's not accurate to canon?

oh my god this is SUCH a fun question. bc while i started with the comics, there were certain characters and/or character dynamics where i was exposed to the fanon before the canon (just bc it's hard to read everything when you start out just to read some fanfic) and so i've definitely experienced the fanon to canon transition. (*especially* with Jason Todd. i had only read 80s/90s stuff where he was already dead or the New-52 bc that was on-going when i got into comics and man. the fanon misunderstandings i had about him before i got frustrated and sat down to read all his pre-Flashpoint stuff were absolutely bonkers.) and aside from that, whilst i tend to prefer canon over fanon, i'm not past giving fanon its flowers for occasionally having really interesting insights. occasionally. so some of my fanon "guilty pleasure" tropes would probably be

Morally Grey Tim Drake - this is one where if you try to back it up with canon, i *will* get salty about it. of everyone in the Batfam aside from maybe Bruce and Cass, Tim has the *most* black and white morals. often his internal conflicts are routed in such an inability to compromise his moral views and it can cause him to clash with other characters. he's *very* stiff and rigid in his beliefs and is *rare* to compromise in even the smallest ways. i mean, DC has repeatedly used Tim Drake of Tomorrow/Savior/Gun Batman!Tim for a reason. it's to demonstrate that of everyone, Tim *cannot* have his morals compromised. there's no grey area for him. he's zero or a hundred, so if he tips over the edge of "too far" he tips *all the way*, and doing so is one of his worst fears, how he could go "too far" if he let himself. a couple panels out of context from Red Robin (2009) (which was a grief spiral for Tim to begin with) don't change that. now that said. if it's done *right*, i sort of love Tim being morally grey in fanfic. it takes a specific flavor for me, and it's incredibly important to include that mental spiral along with it, of him struggling to justify it. i don't have any interest in "Tim Drake is loosy goosy with Bruce's morals and has the highest kill count and no one knows teehee" bc it doesn't play with the interesting parts of making Tim morally grey, which are fracturing his psyche. but all in all, i think it's fun to put Tim in a morally grey area and i will read it in fanfic and i enjoy writing it a lot

Joker Junior!Tim Drake - i've not written it on this account (yet) but on my main ao3 account one of my biggest fics surrounds this concept. this is one of those "well *technically* it's canon but only in a specific very divorced from the comics universe and would not work at all in the main timeline" so, i categorize it as fanon in that 95% of fics exploring the concept are not doing so within the Batman Beyond universe, but the main timeline. i just love it. I'll take any excuse to whump Tim, but this concept is so fun. psychologically breaking Tim will always be my favorite pastime. there are so many ways to explore the long-term effects this could have on him, how it could affect the Batfam. i'm not a fan of it being used as a "gotcha" to Jason or Babs' trauma with the Joker to paint Tim as the Ultimate Victim, but it is fun to see how their relationships would be affected by being mutual victims of him. (i have a vague JayTim idea where TIm fully retires from being Robin after being Joker Junior and killing the Joker, making Steph Robin for most of his typical Robin era and Jason still tracks him down out of curiosity bc he wants to know what happened and all. very underbaked but i've got thoughts.)

Renegade/Apprentice of Slade!Dick Grayson - this is another one where yes, this happened *sort of* in canon, but i highly doubt most people writing Renegate!Dick have read or are actually pulling from Nightwing: Renegade. it's just an exploration fo the concept fo Dick being Slade's apprentice and i will always eat it up in any capacity. whether Dick grows up with Slade from a young age, or chooses Slade for whatever reason later in life. it's not anything that works in canon bc it compromises Dick morally (similar to the above with Tim) and therefore will always come across incredibly fanon in most fics. but i can't say i don't enjoy it. it's fun to make Dick a little morally fucked up and see what you can make him under Slade's tutelage.

Jason & Damian Meeting in the League -there's no world where i believe this could work in the canon comics. (maybe in the Young Justice cartoon i suppose, but even then i think it's iffy) i would go as far to say it's wildly unrealistic. i don't see a world where Ra's would let Jason anywhere *near* Damian, bc Jason was Talia's pet project that he didn't approve of. that all said, there's something very interesting about how they *could've* met and them potentially bonding during that timeframe. them being somewhat brotherly during this time because Jason sees Bruce in Damian and sort of latches onto the kid and Damian is full of wonder hearing real stories about Batman and Robin, then that getting violently ripped away by Jason leaving the League is fun to me. it's fun how that could affect them within the Batfam and all. it's super fanon to me, but i do not care. i will eat it up

Bad Dad Clark Kent/Good Dad Lex Luthor - i will admit as a late, i've been less and less kind to this particular fanon bc of everything i've argued with people about, *this* one seems the most pervasive as misunderstood fanon. i don't mind when fanon exists, my gripe is when ppl try to claim it's canon. and the *arguments* i've had over this with people who can never seem to cite an actual comic are... frustrating. but that said, i think there is something fun to this strictly in fanon. the duality of who you expect to accept Kon and who you expect to hurt him being flipped is just sort of fun for the occasional guilty pleasure fic. it can make Kon's internal conflict a bit more interesting. the same goes for the Jon favoritism from Clark, it's not a canon thing (and i rlly wish ppl understood how complicated the timeline of Kon and Jon is and any distance from Clark toward Kon isn't malice, it's that Kon is from a timeline that Clark does not remember in the current canon so Clark just straight up doesn't know the poor kid.) but it's sort of fun to give Kon that complex of being overlooked and forgotten sometimes. making Kon just a *bit* more Luthor than Kent will *always* appeal to me in fanfic, especially if he *knows* it's wrong but craves approval from anyone who will give it.

Good Dad Bruce Wayne - i'll die on the hill Bruce is canonically a shitty father. maybe not to the extreme some people write him as, but he's not great at it. that said, i enjoy it in fanfiction. sometimes, i just want silly fluff or hurt/comfort where Bruce finally gets it right and manages to comfort whatever Batkid is in the fic. one of my favorite fics of all time is hinged on Bruce being a good dad, so i think it's just fun to explore how good the relationships *could* be, if Bruce was slightly less of an asshole. i usually prefer him as an asshole, but there are times i want low stakes nonsense.

Gotham Rogues Having Soft Spots for Robin(s) - just about every Rogue in Gotham has done something absolutely irredeemable, and most of them don't like or care about anyone in the Batfamily. but if there's a fic where one of the Robins inexplicably is sort of close with a Rogue and they have a cute silly relationship out of it? I'll eat it up i fear. Steph and the Riddler are besties? I'll believe it. Tim and Scarecrow get along pretty well? give me ten of these. Rogues protecting Robins just hits a spot. the unexpected nature of the relationship, as well as the fact they see each other regularly, can make a lot of good fodder.

[rboooks]

DC x DP: The Adoptive Son

Danny Fenton gets lost in the Infinite Releams and without the Infinite Map, he has no hope finding his way home.

After wandering for weeks, he quickly realizes his human side is dying from lack of food and stress. With a heavy heart, he crashes lands in a new world, desperate for rest.

A new world that was seemed to behind in terms of technology. But he's not afraid of helping the world catch up if it means finding a way home.

He crashed in the middle of nowhere forest and after three days of walking by foot- too worn out to fly- he comes across Gotham.

Taking a page out of Vlad's book- as much as it makes him feel sick- he possesses people to get himself set up in the new world. He needs to find somewhere with enough money that he can build a S.O.S for his friends to find him.

And he needs resources to survive.

He finds a wealthy family who is so invested in breaking each other apart they didn't notice their sudden ease in wanting to adopt Danny.

Seemingly overnight, the Crowne family went from slowly collapsing to once more being at the top due to their adopted son Danny Crowne's genius mind. Despite his young age, his adoptive father allowed him to turn the family business from fashion design to medical and technical advances.

At age fourteen he sat within the board meetings slowly but surely taking over and raising the company's stocks and power.

They developed the first heart pumps, made leaps and bounds in cancer treatment, and created software and computer programs that and their prosthetics were the most advanced in the world.

There were rumors that the head design for all engineering projects- including the prosthetics- were all done by Danny Crowne. They were never confirmed.

Even business deals done by the Crownes were suspiciously so far in their favor many believed they were making deals with the multiple families of Gotham's underbelly.

That was also never proven.

Despite all the whispers about him, Danny Crowne was considered one of the brightest minds in Gotham. Everyone who spoke to him claimed he was a soft-spoken gentleman and was even compared to royalty from his regal composition.

Personally, Bruce has always had a bad feeling about Danny Crowne. He knows the boy is off in some way, all his Instincts scream danger when he's around.

At first, he was ecstatic to hear the Crownes had also adopted an orphan from a poor background. It had been a few years after he had gotten his ward, Dick. Despite it being five years since he first accepted Dick into his home, his ward had not made any friends besides Barbara Gordon. None of the elite children gave Dick the time of day pass making passive aggressive comments about him.

Then the news of Danny Crowne broke, and everyone knew he had practically been picked off the streets after the CPS had forced him into the juvenile hall as the only place that had space for him.

Just like Dick.

He had hoped that a similar past would help the two boys bond. He had tried pushing Dick into speaking to Danny, and had gone out of his way to personally invite the young man to a party he threw for all of Dicks classmates.

The first thing Danny Crowne did upon arriving at his house was step away from the crowd and study Bruce's home wiring. Dick later told him Danny made him feel strange, like the other boy would be one the loons they stopped during the night.

Bruce, stop pushing for their friendship.

Time moved on, but Crownes only grew in power, and by the time he took in Jason, Danny Crowne inherited his family assets after his adoptive parents mysterious deaths.

They began to look into Danny after Nightwing had discovered a trail of dangerous experiments from shell companies that all led back to Crowne Co. Jason also mentioned that a lot of street kids disappeared after Danny Crowne had turn his sights on them with a new charity program his company ran.

No one knew what happened to the kids and no one in the legal system seemed to care.

Bruce thought about the Crownes rise to wealth and felt sick. Had Danny been running a trafficking ring since his adoption? Had that escaped Batman's notice for four years?

Despite the fact they were still at eachother throats, both Bruce and Dick agreed to work togther to bring Danny Crowne down. How?

Simple.

Danny Crowne was openly bisexual and, according to Jason, who was half-raised by working girls, his eyes always followed Dick around the room.

Operation Honey Pot was a go.

(Danny didn't mean to stay here for four years but had built himself a home, and no natural portals were opening. He figured he could secretly construct his while helping abused kids find safe ways out of the city and start new lives. Technically illegal, no one had batted an eye when the kids vanished, so he figured getting them somewhere safe was more important. Indeed Batman had better things to do than track down kids in better foster homes. He test-ran the homes himself before placing the children. Yes, overshadowing made him feel bad, but he rather experienced the house before overshadowing the social workers into legalizing the stay under new names. He was sick of them sticking kids in juvenile halls just cause other foster homes were "out of jurisdiction".

At least his charities helped the age out kids succeed in life.

Now why was handsome Dick Grayson winking at him??? Gosh, that made him more nervous than all the lessons Clockwork forced him to take back when he was training to take the Ghost Throne. The classes helped him become one of the best CEO in the world, but they were also the reason he got into this whole mess to begin with. At least he looked regal when he spoke. )

( Part 2 ) (part 3)

[flawseer]

3000 AS character drawings

(Fathom, Indigo, Pearl, Albatross)

I appear to have developed an addiction to drawing dragons. There is no known treatment, so I have been advised to just ride it out and see where it goes. Here are some ancient Seawings:

Prince Fathom

Fathom is said to look remarkably similar to his descendant Turtle, or at least Darkstalker seems to think so. He could be an unreliable narrator who assumes all green Seawing lads look the same though, who knows.

When I picture Fathom, I imagine him as looking visibly marred by what he experienced. He is careworn and looks tired most of the time because, at night, spiraling thoughts and stress dreams are interfering with his sleep. His general physique is a bit oddly proportioned, with some areas of his body (face and extremities) looking more gaunt than others, indicating that he has rapidly lost weight.

Hoping he was able to return to some form of normalcy and make a recovery after the conclusion of the Darkstalker book.

Indigo

Fathom's childhood friend, bodyguard, and numerous other things. I have no idea what the plans of the graphic novel adaptations are with regards to the Darkstalker book, so I don't know if she will get an actual depiction any time soon.

I gave her a forward-swept, somewhat wild-looking head fin because I thought that was fitting for her character. It contrasts with the more put-together, rounder, or rigid appearances of the royals she is surrounded by.

Princess Pearl

Fathom's uptight sister and future Queen of the Seawings. As far as I know, the books never go into detail with regards to her color scheme. I imagine that, in terms of looks, she takes a lot after her grandfather, resulting in a light blue coloration. Some of these traits would then later be passed down the royal Seawing line until they resurface in her descendant Anemone.

I do sometimes think about what happened after the Darkstalker book. Does she believe her brother is dead? Or is it assumed he evacuated with the rest of the Nightwings? Did Fathom ever try to reconnect with her in later years?

Prince Albatross

Fathom and Pearl's grandfather and person of historical infamy. The graphic novels draw him very blue, but he is described in text as unnaturally pale, almost white. Really minor detail in his luminous patches: I drew them that way to suggest he passed his spherical markings on to Pearl (which she then got her name from) and the crescent markings were inherited by Fathom.

Also, his ear is frayed and worn. I imagine he developed a nervous tick where he squeezes and yanks his ear whenever he is upset due to his sister's constant abuse.

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Errata:

I initially wrote that Anemone is Pearl's ancestor. This was a nonsensical lapse of thought, as, barring questionable time travel plots, she is obviously her descendant. Corrected.

[richardsgraysons]

Heyyy…. May i request a wife reader x dick grayson… she is mad at him and is giving him a silent treatment, but he is so done with this that he starts annoying her by saying Mrs. Grayson after every sentense and closing tightly lids

anon this is so adorable. i am going feral. also i am so severely sorry for my IA-ness.

tags — just overall fluff. some light swearing

In hindsight, you should've known that this would entail not just dating, but also marrying a vigilante. How could someone blame you, anyways? You were sitting at home, about to go to bed, when Nightwing crashed into your apartment after being chucked across the city by some villain or the other.

He had a major concussion. You didn't know how to treat thrown vigilantes who definitely had a couple of broken ribs and a torn ACL.

What you did know was how to comfort a man who was clearly in pain, who was trying to stifle his screams, because let's face it, the vigilante life should clearly not be glamorized.

He felt bad for the wreckage in your apartment. Every week, there'd be thousands of dollars at your doorstep from him, ready to pay it off. He had to be rich. There was no way he was giving your entire salary in four months and a half.

Eventually, you figured out his secret identity. And instead of being angry about it, Dick Grayson felt awfully in love with a girl who was as intelligent as he hoped she'd be. Sure she wasn't a supermodel, but she made him laugh. She made him think. She wasn't easy to get along with at times, but she made him better.

Three years later, he put a ring on it.

"I told you," you snapped, "you just keep going in stupid situations, and normally, I wouldn't mind, but it's like you refuse my help or anyone else's."

Dick knew he had a really bad hero complex. He couldn't stand anyone else getting hurt because of his issues. "I can handle it," he responded. "And isn't it just annoying that you've been mad at me for the past two days? Can't you just give it a rest?"

"I'll give it a rest when you start accepting help from others," you responded, your brows furrowing. "God, you're so—you're so—ugh!"

Dick rolled his eyes and then smirked at you, that stupid boyish smirk that made your heart tingle and everything else disappear. "I'm so what, sweetheart? What am I, Mrs. Grayson?"

You glared at him. "Dick!" You huffed, both saying his name and the insult. "That's it. I want a cooling down period. Leave me and the kitchen alone!"

He grinned, looking back at you, a mischievous glance in his eye. "Oh, I will, Mrs. Grayson. I will."

* * *

Making dinner was one of your forms of therapy. Dick was starting to go out for patrol, much to your distaste, no doubt about to pick a fight with someone who would give him considerable damage.

You didn't want him to go, you wanted to keep him here and kiss him forever, but he would leave anyways. It's my moral duty to the people of Bludhaven to keep them safe, he had said to you one night. I could never bring it to myself to disappoint these people. To make them unsafe. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure people are as safe as can be.

And though you really disliked it, you knew that was one of the core reasons why you were so undoubtedly in love with him.

You turned around to grab the jar of pickles, still steaming from the fight, only to find that it was incredibly hard to open.

"What. The. Hell?" You hissed. You had opened it up just a day ago, and put it easily back, making sure it wasn't that hard.

Your face turned red and you looked at it again before trying to open it up, straining and groaning, only for your muscles to give out. There was only one explanation for this.

Your stupid, lovable, husband.

And after a few minutes of recollecting your pride, you stomped over to your bedroom where he was dressing. He was in the midst of putting the top half of his suit on, and your mouth turned a little dry when you saw him shirtless.

You were pretty sure that when the first time you saw him shirtless, literal heart eyes came out of your eyes. You gawked for a couple of seconds, admiring the contour of his muscles, only for him to turn around and smirk at you.

He knew what you were doing. Dammit.

"Hi, Mrs. Grayson," he teased. "Enjoying the view?"

"Shut up," you snapped, and held out the jar. "Open this up right now and stop screwing with my jars."

He smirked at you. "What's the magic word?"

"The magic word is 'I will beat you up if you don't open the jar up right now'," you responded, glaring at him. "Now. Open."

He laughed, tossing his head back, his voice echoing off the room before taking the jar. You watched intently as his triceps flexed when he opened the jar up with ease and returned it back.

"Thank you," you said, your voice having an edge to it. You were about to turn around before he grabbed you by the arm.

"What, no good luck kiss?" Dick asked huskily in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Even if I give you one, you'll still end up badly injured."

"C'mon," he murmured, planting a light kiss on your neck, his hands dancing on your waist. He squeezed your sides slightly. "I always fight better when my girl kisses me."

You looked up at him and snorted. "In your dreams," you responded, but he took this moment to crash his lips against you. You felt dizzy and couldn't help but to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When the both of you stopped, he laughed, looking at you breathless, his blue eyes twinkling in the night sky.

"Knew you couldn't be mad at me for that long, Mrs. Grayson."

"Shut up," you grumbled, punching his shoulder lightly. "Go save Bludhaven, Boy Wonder."

He stepped out the window and then turned back at him, smirking. "You know I am, sweetheart. And when I come back, I'm gonna finish what I started."

[punkeropercyjackson]

Genuine advice for people who joined the Batfam fandom because of fan content and are too scared to get into actual comics or not sure where to start:Please don't buy a single word 'Fuck canon!' people tell you about ANY Batfam member and i do mean ANY.They're lying to you to get you to sanatize them and deprive you of deserving to know what they're actually like because their peabrains can't process multilayered characters and relathionships in favor of bigoted stereotypes and writing that's insanely insulting to them and if you're a minor especially,they're lying to you about whatever they say about shipping the male members with eachother not being in*cest or ped0 too-Bruce has been Dick's adoptive dad since Dick's debut issue,he legally adopted Jason and Duke too,Damian's his bio kid and with Tim it's a bit more complicated but it's very much canon that they see eachother as father and son and Tim has lived at Wayne Manor at several points in canon and would be brothers regardless of anything else due to this but they also use that exact word to describe their dynamic and so does everybody else

This applies to Cass being their sister too because Bruce adopted her after they formed a dad-daughter bond a while into her being Batgirl but as Stephanie has a mom she lives with and has never seen Bruce as a parental figure nor he her as one of his kids,you're freegame to ship her with Tim or Cass and in fact i highly encourage doing both.Batfanon stans are once again doing mass lying(damn they should get a different hobby)by saying the four male Robins are the 'core' ones.Stephanie has been included in Robin stuff for a long time now and Duke dosen't get the same treatment due to antiblackness so THAT'S an actual 'Fuck canon!' moment so you should make it six Robins and know that the intention with only four is always misogyny and whitewashing(also just saying but those fanarts are always ugly anyway,they make them look like shitty anime boys instead of themselves)

Dick is an almost perfect eldest sibling and the other Batkids deeply appreciate him for it,he was Tim's Robin and him and Cass are his favorite siblings,Duke is Jason's favorite brother and vice versa but he's also extremely close to Cass,none of them make Damian go through 'normal youngest sibling treatment' because none of them are normal so they grew a sense of basic decency and Damian's closest to Dick and Stephanie and Stephanie's a canon csa victim so kindly keep your paws off her with your 'date all of your s/os siblings' jokes because she has self-worth and class,thanks

Ignore the original Red Hood and The Outlaws run and anything to do with Jason and Roy friendship in fandom and read the original Teen Titans run,New Teen Titans,Arsenal 1998,The Titans 1999,Green Arrow 2001 and Outsiders 2003 if you want to understand Roy too or at least ask around blogs centered on him for context.Ignore Tom Taylor's Nightwing run and Teen Titans 2003 and Batgirl of Burnside and anything by Devin Grayson(she's quite literally done irreperable damage to Batman lore and i wish i was kidding).Read Robin 1993,90s Young Justice,Batgirl 2000,Batgirl 2009,Red Robin,Son of Batman and literally everything Duke's in which i can provide a reading list for instead and i'm working on a megapost of all the Jason media that's actually good so new fans don't waste their time.I'm genuinely saying this to be helpful because 'fandom isn't activism' is a puratical priviliged phrase that should've never existed just like Batfanon shouldn't either

[forgettingcrowbin]

Some more dragons

To give more context to people! Yes this story sounds very silly but I was trying to make things work with the tons of headcanons I have lol

Geno (sky/ice), Fresh(rain/ice), and Error(night/ice) are all half-brothers (they share the same mother who is now dead) They live in the rainforest together between the Nightwing and Rainwing territories

Geno is sickly and often needs a scarf or blankets to make him feel warmer. He sustained injuries to an attack to the rainforest and Error found out he was an animus by wishing his brother to stay alive

Fresh is a very clever hybrid who can change the colors of his scales but not as well as full Rainwings. He tends to stay either bright colors mixed with his original white

Error learned he was an animus after an attack on the rainforest, he's best friends with Ink despite always getting mad at the happy-go-lucky rainwing (Error is cousins with Cross but that'll like never get brought up or found out by any of them)

Ink is just a regular Rainwing but is friends with the hybrids out of the village so people thing he's a little funky. He's an artist through and through and Error gives him a giant brush that makes his drawings come to life using his animus powers

Dream and Nightmare are both twin Nightwing/Sandwing princes (Nightmare got bullied too hard for being a "bastard prince" even though Dream is also one) Both are empaths and can feel other's emotions!

A massacre happens in the Sandwing Kingdom when the royal family (trying to stay pure) tries to kill Nightmare when Dream isn't around. Nightmare escapes, angry that his brother got better treatment than him, while killing many other dragons in the process

Blue is a royal Seawing guard in training even though his parents wanted him to be a cook and Red is a Skywing who is captive by the queen since he was experimented on by his father (scientist)

Reaper is an outcasted Nightwing due to accidentally killing people with just a touch (animus curse by xgaster) He uses it to his advantage with his Nightwing powers by being able to prophecy someone’s future or find parts of their past. He is known as this Reaper judge that gets sent for when giant disputes happen and the Queens of the tribes need to figure out who to punish. When he meets Geno, who is also animus touched to not die, Reaper is fascinated that he is able to touch Geno

The broad animus stuff is due to Xgaster (Nightwing who is part of a split tribe situation with eviler Nightwings lol) trying experiments on Nightwing eggs to make their dragonets stronger. I imagine its a group still like wanting to be better than every other tribe and resides in the old Nightwing palace

Cross is a Nightwing who is gonna stop his dad in the big storyline

MURDER TRIO! All of them are dragons that were outcasted and seen as incompetent or needed a home. They pledged their allegiance to the Sandwing prince Nightmare and promised to help him take the throne.

Dust is an animus prince in the Icewing tribe that went crazy after killing his siblings, he tends to be calm but becomes crazed easily and can kill easily with his powers (although he tends not to use them anyways and is just a very good fighter). He created a cloak to calm himself down and he tends to keep it over himself. He actually ran away because the judge (Reaper) was going to be sent to their tribe

Killer is a Rainwing that was captured and trained to fight in the now shut down Skywing arena. He was used as target practice for his changing scales and they even burned a target onto his chest so they'd always be able to see him even when his scales changed

Horror is a bigwings who watched all his sibs die during a famine in the Mud kingdom (due to drought). Older Mudwings tried to kill him for being a waste of space but he escaped and joined Nightmare.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Considering what Batman did in Gotham war with Jason

A fanfic exploring how everyone (especially Jason) of his children starts genuinely fearing him

Because it is canon that there are more situations where he hit and beat Richard then there are off him hugging him in the comics

He did his hardest to push Tim away he literally tried to kill Jason and then he just mentally broke him because he thought that it was the only way to make him stop being a criminal

He was straight up unsupportive towards Damian and even though he knows that Damian has no idea what a normal life is and how he isn’t allowed to kill anybody because he genuinely has no idea how to navigate society but instead of therapy he just gets berated for something he doesn’t fully understand (and while I don’t excuse his behavior or actions if he was given help like even Richard himself was enough to somewhat help him out at how to actually do things without violence a therapist could probably do much more for him but Richard already shows that just basic support was good enough for a start)

Like considering how he maybe loves them but his own mental health is so bad that the constantly hurts everyone around him

He should not even be near them if he truly loves anyone of them (except if he got psychological treatment and even then he should for the love and happiness of his kids just stay as far away as physically possible)

Batman is a mess and not equipped to raise children let alone vigilantes

he himself isn’t copping well enough to help anyone he is emotionally unstable and has lots of issues but he at least has a nanny who will take care of him when he is neglecting himself but Alfred can’t do everything for everyone and Bruce himself can’t help his family and later Alfred dies anyway making Bruce's kids dependent on him

But Bruce has no idea how to do anything for them (it is not in his range of abilities to play an actual parental role that doesn’t just mean give the kid a home over their head and food)

And while I love his character a lot over the years he is losing his path of justice more and more there are more situations of genuine concern then ever before

It just makes him seem so much more human than ever before

Because no human can live a live of vigilantism without getting more mentally ill over their whole career

After all the military discharges soldiers who are unfit for duty because of mental or physical limitations and problems

It is for their own sake but Bruce wants to fight that fight for as long as he lives

And he is dragging in more and more innocent children into his war against crime

At some point it will be to much like how Jason was killed then brought back wrong

Or Richard snapping and beating him for what he did to his brother who will never be able to fully recover from something that traumatic

Tim already knows that without robin Batman will become a monster even without crossing the line of killing

And then did everything physically possible to stop him from his self destruction

But Batman is made to self destruct there is no way he won’t break at some point (seeing as he already is breaking apart and in Batman beyond he is totally and utterly alone till Terry joins in

A fanfic exploring what would have happened if he was hurt by Nightwing after what he did to Jason is an interesting opportunity to explore

But because at the end of the day everyone knows that Batman is needed they are forced to let him live but they also know that he will actually truly snap if they are not there for him

So everyone starts living at the mansion and in fear of angering him (because there is no Alfred anymore to stop him)

They do everything to keep Jason away from him but they can’t move away anymore because Bruce disapproves at it

And Richard forces himself to interact as much as possible with him so that he focuses on him instead of his younger siblings

But the most important thing is to make sure that he doesn’t find out about their fear of him because they all know that this will make him truly upset (and by now they will never try to even play with fire anymore)

But also he is forced to raise everyone by himself

Has to make sure that Jason feels comfortable enough not to feel adrenaline because that is another problem altogether (which is hard when he immediately starts crying when being in the same room as Bruce)

Has to shield everyone from Bruce because nobody feels safe anymore

And on top of that make food and do chores (as the only good enough cook in the family and Jason no longer being able to do so) and teach the others how to do their chores despite them all being disasters at it (because no Alfred anymore)

And to somehow make it even worse he has to somehow convince Bruce to take care of himself while also trying to not make him any more upset

Then after a few years into that dynamic Bruce and past Bruce swap bodies

And while the whole league of the past and the past Batman immediately think future Bruce is an imposter because he behaves differently from how Batman would they simply tie him up beat him up

Past Bruce is surprised that everyone is at home and speaking to him and just assumes that it’s a good week but quickly realizes that something is wrong like how his entire family is going out of his way except for Dick how he seems extremely nervous about everything he says

How everyone is doing their best to keep Jason away from him

Main While the whole family assume he is having a good week and under no circumstances should they ever try to upset him in any way which is hard when he is constantly seeking them out and asking about Jason

By the point he realized what happens

He proceeds to go and beat up his future self and get therapy because he absolutely hates how everyone is afraid of him

That is not how Batman should ever be seen Batman is a sign of hope for the city not a monster hell bend on hurting criminals

[what0smart]

All Jon Kent Absolute Power 3 Appearances!!! Spoilers

I really enjoy the writing how Amanda knew should would need a back up plan as the Amazo bots showed their flaws and the resistance was still a massive problem so her turning to other universes is really cool. It really fits how deep her planing goes always having multiple options or back up plans, she’s like batman in that way. Also love seeing how angry she’s getting over this, I adore it when extremely controlling or confident villains lose their cool, it’s so satisfying. She seemed genuinely offended by what Jon did so I wonder if that time messing with Brainiac Queen’s head also did make her think of her like a daughter, or if she’s just trying to sound caring to manipulate her. I’m leaning more towards she unintentionally got attached to Brainiac Queen since this event seems to have a focus on Amanda and what happened to her family.

As for the Jon content, oh my god I adore Dan Mora’s art style and how he draw Jon as the tech leaves his body was so good. Loved that Nightwing’s voice and the memories of his dad gave him the spirit he needed to fight back. I’m so glad that Nightwing has been acting like a guardian to Jon, it’s so cute and one of my favorite additions of Jon’s relationships with other characters. That panel of Jon hugging Clark is so pure I love it!

NOT TO MENTION HIS FIRST THOUGHT AFTER HE GAINING CONSCIOUSNESS IS JAY AND IF HE’S OKAY??? Would have loved to see Jon save Jay but I think the both of them have gone through enough to where I’m okay with seeing them reunite in a safe house. Also Jon probably won’t have scarring from this but it will be a forever headcanon of mine that he does have scarring across his body and chronic pain cause it looked incredibly painful how they had to remove it. I give Jay the same treatment cause him and Jon have so many similarities between, when Jon got all of the tech removed I kept thinking back to that panel of Jay on the table getting experimented on.

Overall I’m still really enjoying this event and after all the updates I’ve been seeing I can’t wait to see more JayJon and Nia in Superson!!!

[rapz-rites]

Raindrops and Kisses

Damian Wayne x Meta!Reader

Background of how the Reader got get her powers and ended up at Wayne Manor

A/N: This goes along with Bestfriends and Girlfriends. Think of this like a prequel. This, you could say, is the foundation of their relationship. Also, I started this before I decided to switch to big girl paragraphs. So, if it randomly switches to regular paragraphs just know that’s me editing and revising it.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Reader being overdramatic, “natural disasters”, Damian being Damian, Reader making rash decisions

-In simple terms, when 2 meta have a kid there’s a possibility that the kid can inherit both parents’ powers

-Your mother was a psychic and your father could control any element

-That meant you had both their powers

-Back to the accident

-It wasn’t a particle accelerator, thank god… sorry Barry

-Jon unlocked his powers after being under duress

-You unlocked them after being under extreme stress

-Nobody truly prepared you for being a high school senior

-Especially at GA

-Gotham Academy

-A very pretentious school

-With even more pretentious snobby rich kids

-Were you one of the richest at the school?

-Absolutely 

-But the others didn’t need to know

-You were always an empathetic person

-It mostly had to do with your unlocked powers but still

-You could somewhat feel what others were feeling and just guide them through it if needed

-You didn’t know it could be reversed

-Your stress and all the negative emotions going onto people around you

-Not just in your house, but your neighborhood

-You didn’t think much of when your mother seemed stressed and your parents seemed a bit off

-Your father was the top scientist for one of the largest tech companies, Wayne Co.

-Or Inc

-You didn’t really care for where he worked as long as he’s home every night

-It made sense he was a pissier than normal

-Maybe the Wayne deal wasn’t going on the way he hoped

-Your mother was a surgeon

-Fitting right

-A surgeon being a psychic

-Though her psychic abilities were limited to people's thoughts and emotions

-So seeing her a bit agitated wasn’t too surprising

-Maybe a patient's treatment is going the way it was supposed to

-Or the lab lost a specimen again

-Your street was usually pretty quiet

-Normal for a neighborhood of huge mansions since many of the house were relatively far apart

-But as your workload was becoming more stressful to you suddenly honking

-Car honking

-What the hell is going on?

-You look out your window and see what seems to have been a car accident

-The drivers were arguing 

-Car around them were honking

-Suddenly police car and ambulance sirens were going off

-ugh 

-You just wanted some peace

-You just stared at the scene from your window

-Getting more annoyed by the second

-Maybe you should help out

-As you walked down your driveway one of the cars set on fire 

-You froze

-Luckily your parents saw you in the kitchen window

-They hurried to reach you

-Your mother was shaking you to try and get you in the house

-“Y/N. Y/N. Get in the house it’s not safe”

-You couldn’t move

-You let out a deep sigh

-Wind

-Suddenly the wind is blowing harder than before

-The fire spread across the fancy bushes and we’ll trimmed hedges of mansions 

-Police started to evacuate people from their homes away from the fire

-Firefighters tried to put out the fire with the water from the fire hydrants but it wasn’t letting up

-OMG JUST WORK ALREADY

-Water busted out from all sides of the fire hydrant

-And to top it off, rain

-Luckily it was pretty light

-There was so much chaos

-“Robin, Nightwing, and Spoiler you three evacuate the civilians”

-It was none other than Batman

-Your head he got worse

-Like a loud pounding in your head

-The ground started to shake, with cracks forming on the ground

-“EARTHQUAKE”

-Some people yelled

-Nightwing rushed to you and your parents after evacuating some of your neighbors

-“You guys need to evacuate. It’s not safe here”

-No duh

-The ground is opening up, it’s rain, there’s a fire spreading, the fire hydrant is gushing water

-Why is the fire hydrant still letting out water?

-Doesn't it have a limit or something?

-Night wing brought you and your parents behind the caution tape they set

-It was set at a 5 block radius from the fire

-Once behind the tape, you noticed a light on in the house

-You remembered that Mr and Mrs Ambrose went on a mini couples vacation 

-But their daughter was still home, they have 2 but the second is at this boarding school she wanted to attend

-She was about 2 years younger than you and a sophomore at GA

-You turned to Nightwing and see him trying to calm down a small girl

-“Nightwing!”

-You yelled his name several times but no lucky

-The fire was already on top of a house not to far from the Ambrose’s

-Robin noticed you calling for his brother but continues help the couple he was with

-Screw it

-You ducked under the tape and ran towards the house

-Your mom turned to check on you and noticed you were gone

-You we’re running to the Ambrose’s house

-She went to Robin

-“Oh my gosh! My daughter, Y/N. She went back.”

-Y/N

-That sounded familiar

-“Don’t worry ma’am. I’ll go get her.”

-Robin ran towards the house after you

-Once you reached the house you started banging on the front door

-No luck

-Robin reached you

-“What are you doing? You have to get back to your parents. It’s not safe and they’re worried”

-You rolled your eyes 

-“They’ll be fine”

-“Ok, but that doesn’t explain what you’re doing.”

-“Mr and Mrs Ambrose are on your annual couples vacation”

-“So?”

-You were think of another way to get in other than the front door

-“They have 2 daughters, Katlyn and Mariam. Mariam is at some foreign music school or whatever but Katlyn goes to my school, GA, and is home… alone!”

-Now Damian remembered you

-You were in most of his classes

-He took an interest to you after you had been paired for a class assignment 

-You treated his like a normal person and he found that refreshing

-He felt this odd feeling towards you

-He just thinks it’s just because you’re more tolerable than the rest of the kids at GA

-You remembered that they leave the back gate to the pool open

-“Follow me”

-Normally Damian wouldn't take orders from a someone his age, yet alone a civilian risking their life

-But he followed you

-Going through the back gate you reached the sliding door into the house

-Robin was just a step behind you

-“Katlyn!”

-You yelled her name at her window

-You could hear the rain falling harder and the faint yelling from the firefighters about the fire not letting up

-You felt dizzy and tumbled forward

-Robin quickly grabbed you waist, helping you keep your balance

-You moved his hands off of you

-“I’m fine let’s go”

-As you reached for the sliding door handle, Robin grabbed your wrist, and gently turned you towards

-“Hey”

-“You are not fine. Go back to your parents and I’ll get Katie”

-“No, and her name is Katlyn. And how would you know where to look? The mansions in these neighborhoods are huge for no reason by the time you find her you’d both be burnt to a crisp”

-you said popping the p of crisp

-As much as Damian liked your wit, you had girl to find

-“I-”

-“You nothing. I just got a bit dizzy that doesn’t mean- ”

-Robin shut you up with the only way he knew how

-He pulled you close to him by your waist and kissed you

-And you relaxed and let him

-Your hands rested on his shoulders 

-You couldn’t help but notice how soft his lips were

-Or how he smelt so nice even with the rain

-It felt nice and you wanted to keep kissing him but you knew you had to find Katlyn

-Then you both heard footsteps

-Robin broke the kiss, letting go of you and took a step back taking a deep breath

-You turned to see Katlyn rushing towards the two of you

-“I thought I heard my name. What’s going on? OMG you’re both wet. ”

-“Yea cause it’s raining”

-“There’s no rain”

-You were confused

-It was just raining

-“Let’s go”

-You and Katlyn followed Robin back to the others

-While walking you and Robin noticed the fire was completely gone

-As if there was no fire in the first place

-No damage to any homes

-How strange

-Police and Firefighters deemed it safe and everyone could go back it or their homes

-“So you both got me for nothing”

-Katlyn walked back to her house

-You were so confused

-You turned to face Robin again

-“So about the-”

-“Robin, we’re leaving. B leaving the rest to the police”

-And with that Robin left with Nightwing

-You walk back home to your parents in the kitchen

-That night they explained you that you’re a meta too

-“But we thought I wasn't. I never showed signs when I was younger”

-The three of you spent that night talking

-The next week at school Damian cornered you

-“Y/N”

-“You call people by their first names, what a surprise”

-Damian rarely called people by their first names

-Only his closest friends, and maybe some of the titans and leaguers

-“I’ll be giving you a ride to my fathers company today. Apparently there’s something our fathers want to tell us.”

-Oh right

-You knew your father worked closely with his

-But what you didn’t know was that your father closely worked with the Batman

-“Oh ok”

-After school, as you descended the stairs of GA, you saw Damian

-And of course he’s surrounded by his fan girls

-He looked up to see you

-“Let’s go Y/N”

-With that he opened the lino door for you

-“Thank you”

-You said as you got in

-You could sense the hatred coming from his fangirls

-‘Why is he leaving with her?’

-‘What’s so special about her?

-‘He picked that over me?’

-“Are you alright?”

-Damian said, snapping you out of your trance

-“You zoned out.”

-You hadn’t even noticed Damian getting in the car and driving off

-“Oh yea, totally”

-You ended up dozing off during the ride

-Damian woke you up when you had arrived

-You had been to the company a few times

-When you walked in you greeted Noah, the head of security

-“Let’s go Y/N. I don’t have time for this”

-You rolled your eyes 

-“Bye Noah”

-You followed Damian into the elevator

-Your brows furrowed as you noticed he chose the bottom floor, your fathers lab

-“Why are we going to my dads lab?”

-“You’ll see”

-You didn’t like that answer

-“I don’t want to see, I want to know”

-You wanted to hit him

-Luckily for him the elevator door opened

-You two reached your father’s lab

-Without a second thought, Damian walked ahead of you

-How did he know where he was going?

-You followed him until he reached a door

-DO NOT ENTER

-“We can’t go in there”

-Damian looked at you briefly before entering

-‘What a dick’

-There was barely anything in the room.

-A conference style table, some chairs, and a board for meetings on a wall

-However, on the wall acronym from the door was a metal arc and a small kiosk-like stand next to it

-Damian walked to the kiosk and started tapping away

-”What is this room? Have you been here before?”

-You were so confused

-Once Damian stopped typing on the kiosk, tablet, whatever it… something

-You didn't know how to describe it

-“Walk in” he said

-“What?! Are you crazy? I don’t know what that thing is going to do to me.”

-“Fine”

-He took your hand pulling you along with him through the portal (at least that’s what you hoped it was)

-By the time you and Damian had walked through the portal, you were clutching onto his arm, eyes screwed shut

-“Is it over?” you asked

-“You’re fine Y/N,” you heard your dad say

-“OMG Dad! What’s going on? Why is there a portal to-” you stopped when you looked around

-There were ceiling length windows… and the view was Earth

-“ARE WE IN SPACE??”

-You dad calmed you down before sitting you down and explaining everything to you

-Some of the stuff he said was repeated from last night, but some info was brand new to you

-You were trying to process everything being told to you

-”Ok. So, Bruce Wayne, your boss, is Batman and you work for him, both in him I guess. I mostly understand that. So finding out who the rest of the Bats are is easy if you know one of them. So, Damian is Robin who k-”

-You stopped yourself from almost telling your dad that he kissed you a few nights prior

-No father would want to hear that

-”You have a secret room in your lab that leads to the real secret headquarters of the Justice League, which is in space. So cool by the way. Okay, so I get mostly everything, but-”

-”But what Y/N” Damian butted in

-You almost forgot he was there, even though he was sitting right across from you

-“But what does it have to do with me?”

-That was the real question

-”Batman 02” you heard a feminine robot voice say

-You turned around to see Batman walking out of the portal, which is called the “zeta tubes” according to you dad and Damian

-“You’re here to be taken under my wing”

-Jaw dropped

-Not literally though

-“If you want to become a full time vigilante that's up to you, but you need to learn to control your powers or people will get hurt.”

I've never posted back to back before. 2 in 2. Don't get used to this tho cuz i might end up in a writing slump before you know it.

[distort-opia]

you know i often see people throwing around the claim "joker r*ped/sa'd barbara in tkj" (mainly to shame people for liking the joker or batjokes) even though alan moore has dedunked it at some point. like the only piece of media i can think of with joker as a rapist is the azzarello graphic novel which is shit and doesn't need to be accepted as canon. i know it's kinda of a touchy subject but i'd be interested to hear your thoughts

Well. You've pretty much said it, to be honest.

Even a cursory Google search will reveal that Azzarello's Joker (2008) is a one-off, non-canon story. The just as much stand-alone sequel, Batman: Damned has a grieving Harley Quinn almost force herself on Bruce, and yet I haven't heard people say Harley is a rapist. Hell, didn't Batman and Harley Quinn (2017) have Harley and Nightwing sleep together... with pretty dubious consent on Dick's side? And yet fans are able to acknowledge that these are not canon storylines and that the writer matters a lot-- in the case of the latter, it's co-written by Bruce Timm, who is infamous for his shitty portrayal of female characters (also see the animation Batman: The Killing Joke, in which Barbara very assertively has sex with Batman, because that's of course the only way a woman can exercise power). Actually, Barbara's character has suffered so much... there's even Batman Beyond 2.0 #28, in which Bruce apparently got Barbara pregnant, Dick's girlfriend at the time.

But we all dismiss these storytelling choices because we know they're idiotic. They go against the core of the characters, simple as that. Why is Joker not allowed the same? While what he canonically did to Barbara in TKJ was horrible, rape did not happen, and that's a fact. Any other implications of sexual assault can only be connected to Frank Miller's writing in the TDKR series (not canon), or that horrible (and again, not canon) book adaptation of TKJ by Christa Faust and Gary Phillips. Unfortunately, there are always some writers who think that it's just darker and grittier and cooler, more shocking to have Joker attempt rape or resort to sexual means of intimidation; though it's funny how it happens that these are also generally controversial writers for their sexist depictions of women.

But we do know why Joker is not afforded the same kind of treatment as other characters who got butchered by out-of-character stories, canon or otherwise. He's become the punching bag of the DC fandom; it's so easy to proclaim loud and proud these days how much you hate the Joker and want him dead. If you're an anti and looking to feel morally righteous and signal to your echo chamber how good and pure you are, it's a low hanging fruit to latch onto Joker and criticize him for all he's done. The problem, of course, is when these people start attacking actual, real-life fans over their fictional preferences, shipping or otherwise.

But to give a more general conclusion, and my actual opinion on the matter: Joker is a master manipulator. His main schtick is literally getting Batman to kill him by orchestrating all manner of situations; he manipulates his doctors, his henchmen, he manipulates Gotham itself through the media on countless occasions. The very reason why he did what he did to Barbara in TKJ was to manipulate her father into having a mental breakdown. Joker picks people to break and then breaks them psychologically, that is his MO. What he wants is to expose the people around him, he wants to show that deep down, everyone is rotten.

It probably becomes obvious why rape is inconsistent with this mindset. Joker isn't the kind of monster to make things happen by brute force, he's the kind of monster to manipulate people into the worst versions of themselves and then laugh at them as they hate themselves for it. He'll murder and torture and imply any manner of atrocity to make that happen, but the source of his glee is seeing people fall into the same dark pit, devoid of humanity, he's chosen to live in. (And don't even get me started on the fact that Joker was canonically shown to have been a victim of sexual assault himself as a child, in Batman: Streets of Gotham. As an adult, he's depicted as gruesomely taking revenge on the man who did it. Something tells me there's more than one reason why Joker would not resort to rape, and it goes beyond MOs or agendas.)

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I have been in the wof fandom for a while, since at least 2016, and I absolutely adore the creators in the fandom. I love getting to see how people view the books and making good critiques of the book series.

However, it annoys me how some people try to make claims that either don’t hold up or may have some validity at first, but falls apart when you put it in context of story of the books, or the world, or when you even just think a bit further about the point.

One of the things I have seen include Tui using Native American stereotypes in a tumblr post and using the fact that the characters (specifically the humans during the scorching) used feathers as accessories and were people of color. At face value, it seems like a valid claim, until you realize that all of the human characters are people of color and their societies don’t try to resemble that of Native American people in the books. Or the fact that the humans were the ones that stole dragon eggs and tried to use them as weapons of war. In total, I think there was one white person ever mentioned in the books (Axolotl).

Additionally, if you are going to talk about an issue in the fandom on a YouTube video, make it an actual video! By that, I mean if you intend to make a point about something, you don’t make a video that has no relevance to the topic at hand and then put the discourse in the description!

If you know the video I am referring to, the creator made a PMV for the fandom then put in their description why they aren’t making wof content anymore and that people should stop reading the books because of “Tui’s dangerous and bigoted writing.” I’m not saying that the person shouldn’t talk about issues in the fandom, but at least if you are going to do that make it its own video so people can actually SEE IT. Not everyone who clicks on a video will read the description, and when people go to read the comments, they are bound to get confused! (For context, the biggest thing being fought over was the freaking Glorybringer ship and how it is/isn’t pedophilia with op arguing it is).

I also watched the video they added in the link that was critiquing the “complacency in fantasy” (but mostly talking about wof) and it had some good points, until it went into saying that the Nightwings mirrored the Nazis and represented Jewish stereotypes at the same time and how it was “trauma porn.”

As I said before, some good points in the critique such as the treatment of Winter and the false DoD, and I get some of the points that the person was trying to make with how some subjects should be handled with more care such as arc 3’s slavery and the racism between tribes in wof, but other things such as comparing the Sandwings to Arab stereotypes without ya know, acknowledging how people that read the series treat the characters outside the books and how the books themselves handle their own characters (Such as Qibli and the whole Deserter winglet) is frustrating.

TLDR; if you are going to make a statement on fandom discourse or want to make an in depth critique about the series and want to make your point known, don’t relegate it to what basically equates to an optional footnote. And if you are going to make claims that relate to the real world, please back it up with evidence of both the in-text and information about the real-world facts (plus acknowledge at least some of the context around a series such as arc 1 and the fact that Tui is flawed but doesn’t mean that it can’t be enjoyed).

Sorry for the rant/long post, the way that some people handle criticizing the books and try to paint them like the worst thing ever just infuriates me because there is good and bad things about this series as all series are bound to have. Crafting a perfect story is hard to do and there will always be shortcomings in some authors stories, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy them or be inspired to create something that may improve or even tackle the issues within the books with more care.

I definitely understand what you are saying. As a Jew (Bar Mitzvah'd so I am connected to my community), the comparison to NightWings is pretty far-fetched and actually pretty offensive.

It's just like how people called Tigerstar a cat Nazi back in the day, when he was more like a racial purist, and even then he somehow was pro-race blending.

[scrollwyrm]

I’ve started drawing flowers as dragons for fun! I think it’s an art challenge too though. This is a sunflower!

Okay, now BACKSTORYYY! He’s a rain/night hybrid. His scales are dark brown and yellow at all times. He has a combination of the RainWing toxin and NightWing bacteria, where if he bites someone, they get the magical death spit treatment. Suntime is also important to him. He kinda got the short end of the genetic stick; his scales don’t change colour so he can’t camouflage, he can’t breathe fire, and his venom only takes effect when he bites someone, but he doesn’t care because he prefers to make music instead of fight anyway. His name is Sunflower because I’m lazy :)

[kiwisfics]

A/N: Don't read this if you don't like dark fics! Don't come at me if you don't like the content. Triggers are listed and the only non-"constructive" comments I'll take are about any triggers that need to be added. I said I was gonna post this like... three days ago but I kept going over it again so if I don't post it now I'm not gonna. JUST TAKE THIS! Let me know if I missed any uses of my SI's name when I was editing.

Context Needed: I normally keep the fics I write that are lore-heavy to myself, but since people said they wanted the dark fic… Reader is a rifter, which basically means that she’s capable of traveling dimensions, and is conditionally immortal. Reader goes by Black Robin and is implied to have a suit that shows a lot of skin and to have a flirty persona as a vigilante.

TWs under the cut because there's... a lot.

Light TWs: Self-loathing, reader diminishes her own worth, reader has past trauma with being left behind by people she cares about, Dick is giving reader the silent treatment at the beginning but it’s mostly pre-setting, canon-typical violence/blood mentions. “Good girl” gets used condescendingly.

Heavy TWs: Do NOT read this if you have any triggers related to rape/non-con. Nothing actually happens, but it heavily revolves around reader believing that it's going to. Seriously, don't read this if you don't like whumpy stuff, because you're not gonna like it. My love of whumper to caretaker shows through here. Lots of mentions of trafficking, reader is kidnapped by said traffickers, fear of rape/non-con, Dick is very mean. Like, seriously, he’s very OOC for the majority of this fic. Threats/implications of rape/non-con, inappropriate use of one of his escrima sticks (just in the mouth) reader has a spiral at the end where she’d convinced that Nightwing and Red Hood are going to rape her.

If it’s any consolation, this is technically hurt/comfort, so it isn’t all horrible. Just… most of it. Reader also forgives him far too fast in the end, but I can gladly share some more snippets of how this affects the reader character in the future. I’ve already got ideas for some short scenes that I’m gonna write.

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Nightwing was going to kill her.

He’d been explicitly clear: he didn’t want to see Black Robin out ever again. She’d nearly gotten herself killed, but she knew that wasn’t why he was so angry. He couldn’t have cared less about that, after all, she was a rifter and that meant that she was built to take pain and that death was a moot point. He was angry because she’d risked the mission, nearly let a trafficker that they’d all been hunting for weeks get away because she got too confident for her own good.

She’d snapped back at him when he told her that she wasn’t to wear the suit again, told him that he was just like Batman. That was the wrong thing to say.

He hadn’t talked to her since.

So, maybe she was trying to bait him a little by coming into Blüdhaven in her suit, maybe she was trying to get his attention back because she couldn’t stand being punished with the silent treatment. Maybe this was her fault.

Well, it was definitely her fault, but in her defense, she was thinking with her heart and not her head. She didn’t want to lose him, and in some twisted way, having him level her with lecturing and anger was still better than the radio silence.

She would have been fine. Nightwing would never actually hurt her. That wasn’t what went wrong.

Her suit didn’t have a panic button. It didn’t need one because she was forbidden from going out on her own even before she’d wrecked a mission and been benched. So, when she’d stolen a bike and made her way to Blüdhaven in costume while Bruce was off-world, Tim was with the Titans, Jason was off on a no contact mission, and Alfred was distracted with keeping Damian from abandoning his studies in favor of full-time vigilantism, no one knew where she was going.

She’d even been stupid enough to leave a note saying that she was heading home to visit family, and she wouldn’t be back for a while.

Alfred would have already found the note. Bruce wouldn’t start worrying for at least forty-eight hours with no word.

By then, it might be too late. Too late for her pride and her self-respect at least.

For now, she contented herself with growling and spitting at the traffickers, fighting the urge to be sick over the taste of her own blood soaking the rag in her mouth. She had no chance of picking the locks on the handcuffs, because she’d never gotten the hang of it while Bruce was teaching her, so she didn’t bother fiddling with them, instead preserving her energy.

If no one found her, she’d need her energy if she got the chance to run. They’d have to uncuff her from the chair if they wanted to-

She gulped, pushing down the thought.

Nightwing was going to kill her, but he was also the only chance she had of getting out of this without something worse than torture occurring.

She could see the leering. She could read the expressions. She promised herself that if she got out of this, then she was going to change the layout of her suit. She needed to cover more skin. She needed to flirt less with enemies too, apparently, because the men that had grabbed her had parroted some of her own lines back at her while they gagged her and dragged her back to this warehouse.

It was always warehouses. For once, she wanted to get dragged to a penthouse suite and get threatened and tortured by a classy villain.

Nightwing was going to kill her, but she couldn’t help the way that her chest lurched with relief and happiness upon seeing his form drop to the floor from one of the open skylights.

At once, all of the guns were on him, but, as suspected, he didn’t so much as flinch.

“Here to save your little friend? Awful bold to jump right in the middle of the warehouse full of men with guns, even for you, Nightwing.”

He tilted his head, the clench in his jaw speaking of rage.

She was sure she was saved, because even if he was mad at her and was going to give her a lecture that might have her in tears by the end of it, Nightwing wouldn’t hurt her. Dick wouldn’t hurt her.

“Save her? No. She’s just getting exactly what she asked for.”

Her stomach lurched this time, but it was with fear and a sickly cold feeling that crawled up her throat like it was being swarmed by ants.

Was she wrong? There was no way he would just leave her to her fate. He’d saved genuinely terrible people from situations that weren’t even as bad as the one that she’d found herself in, so there was no way he was going to leave her here, just because they’d had a fight.

Right?

The men’s guns all seemed to lower in the slightest bit, but they didn’t leave his form, “You expect us to believe you’re going to just leave her here? That you just dropped in for a friendly chat?”

“Oh, no. I don’t plan to leave her here. You just saved me the trouble of getting her pinned down is all.” He twirled one of his escrima in his hand, like it was a fidget toy instead of a dangerous weapon. “I appreciate you making my night easier, but I’m going to be taking her off of your hands now.”

So, he was saving her, right? He was contradicting himself, but she didn’t care what he said if he got her out of this.

“Thought you weren’t saving her,” the guns raised back to their full height, the leader scoffed, “you go play hero somewhere else for the night and maybe will give her back when she’s nice and broken in. Might not even charge you the full rate.”

She didn’t like having her suspicions confirmed about what they planned to do with her, but that was fine. She had guessed that, and it didn’t matter anymore, because Nightwing was here and that meant that these idiots were just delaying the inevitable rescue he’d come to pull off.

“Well, I guess you could consider it saving. After all, I might not be quite as into pain as some of your clients are, but you shouldn’t worry, I plan to make good use of her.”

What?

No, no, that wasn’t right. He was not actually implying that he was going to use her exactly how these men planned to. There was no way. He was Nightwing. He was-

They’d been flirting since they’d met, the kind of flirting that made everyone that didn’t know better think they were already an item. Even she knew that he was attracted to her, but… had she really pushed her luck this far? Had she really made him hate her so much that the only way he wanted to make a move on that attraction was like this?

She was having more and more trouble holding back on throwing up the meal she’d had before leaving Gotham.

“Yeah, right. You expect us to believe you want her as a toy?” The leader scoffed.

She wished she was that certain that he was lying about it.

Dick- Nightwing walked forward, still twirling his escrima as he approached her. The men parted for him despite keeping their weapons squarely aimed.

“Who could blame me?”

She could feel his eyes burning into hers even behind his mask. Her own mask was long gone, leaving him an unabated view of her frightened eyes. She was sure there was betrayal there too.

His escrima rested beneath her chin, and she forced her head back, trying to put distance between her skin and the weapon that she knew could easily shock her, “Look how pretty she is when she’s scared.”

She tried to muffle the whine that escaped her throat, but there was no way that he didn’t hear it.

What was going on? This was wrong. Was this- was someone wearing his face?

No, she couldn’t pin it on that, because no one knew about the way he’d yelled at her about never wearing the suit again, and there was no denying that was what he meant when he’d said she was getting what she asked for.

He really did hate her, then. She’d really, really messed up, and now he hated her, and for some reason the sting that knowledge made bite at her heart was worse than the fear at what he planned to do to her.

“And what kind of payment are we getting out of this? We could make hundreds at least by selling a vigilante, especially if we only rent her out. And this one can break over and over again, just to heal back up. She’d a goldmine of opportunities. Why would we just hand her over to you?”

Dick’s—no, no, she couldn’t think of him as anything other than Nightwing, because if she thought of him as Dick, then she was going to breakdown for sure; Dick didn’t hate her, Dick cuddled her during movie nights and carried her to bed when she fell asleep—Nightwing’s jaw ticked with irritation. Apparently, he hadn’t expected them to be so unwilling to give her up just because he wanted her to himself.

Was he waiting for this? Did he know what he was going to do as soon as he’d told her to never put the suit on again? Was he hoping that she would, just so he could use it to justify punishing her like this?

His empty hand trailed up her chest, just barely brushing her shirt, but it was enough to make a jolt go down her spine. He grabbed her jaw, the escrima stick brushing lightly against her cheekbone, “You’re going to let me take her without causing me any more trouble, because otherwise, I’ll be telling the Bat about your outposts in Gotham.”

Angry muttering began among the traffickers, but the leader remained silent, “That’s not much of a payment.” He hummed, like he was considering the offer, but anyone could tell that he already planned to ask for more, “Tell you what, you can take her out of here, no problem. I’m not interested in getting caught by a stray bullet in a firefight, and, honestly, keeping one of the Bat’s things seems like asking for trouble. She didn’t put up much of a fight, so you can walk out with her, after you give us a show.”

She gagged audibly on the rag in her mouth, tears finally escaping her eyes while she put renewed effort into forcing the rag out of her mouth. She wanted to beg and plead and cry. If he was going to do anything to her, at the very least she didn’t want an audience.

For his part, she could see his eyes widen just a fraction behind his mask, but the surprise quickly seemed to settle, and he flashed a smirk to the men that made her feel like she was about to start hyperventilating.

“Fine.”

No, no, no, no, no.

He pulled the gag from her mouth with the hand that had been against her chin, and she instantly opened her mouth to beg, but snapped it shut a millisecond later, her teeth clacking together almost painfully.

His escrima stick was resting against her lips, and his free hand was holding her jaw again, fingers squeezing against her cheeks in an attempt to make her open her mouth, but she wasn’t budging. She wasn’t stupid, and maybe cooperation would make things better in the long run, but she wasn’t letting him put his weapon in her mouth.

“Unless you want this to hurt a lot more later, you should cooperate right now. I’d hate to use this somewhere-“

Her mouth shot open before he could finish, fast enough that her jaw popped.

Okay, so she was letting him put his weapon in her mouth. She’d take the loss.

“Good girl.”

She hated that the praise stroked something in her, making her heart flutter even while he shoved the escrima stick past her lips and far enough into her mouth to hit her throat and make her gag.

Blood. Steel. An iron tang that made her brain go blank for long enough that she missed what he said next.

He didn’t appreciate that.

“Am I boring you?” He growled the words as his free hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head forward, making the escrima stick hit the back of her throat again with what was almost a bruising force. “I asked if you were going to behave, or if I was going to need to make you deepthroat this while it was on, but I guess I have my answer.”

Cold terror battered against her ribcage in place of her heart. All that was left in her chest was a black hole of absolute horror and fear that could hardly classify as a heart.

She didn’t realize that the sobbing in her ears was her own at first, too far into her own head and too tense while waiting for him to flick the switch to make this humiliation painful to know what was going on around her.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe!

And suddenly everything around her stopped and went deathly silent before gunfire began and the yelling of the traffickers became frantic and chaotic. The only words she picked up were “it’s the Hood!” and what normally would have made her think she was saved only made her panic more, because if Nightwing—the one that had held her while she cried and always agreed to musicals just because he knew she loved them—was going to use her as a toy, than that meant that Red Hood would too. She was sure he hated her too. She’d thought the way they bantered was fun and games, but she’d also thought that Nightwing cared about her and clearly, she was wrong about that. Nightwing had probably called him here so he could take out the frustration he had with her on her.

And then they’d tell Batman that they’d found evidence that she’d been trafficked and then they’d keep her locked up somewhere and- and- and- and- she couldn’t-

“Breathe.” A familiar hand fanned across her cheek, fingers brushing away tears that were immediately replaced with more, “Breathe for me, bird. It’s alright. It’s okay.”

She couldn’t. She couldn’t catch her breath, but the escrima stick wasn’t between her teeth anymore, so she could beg now. She could plead and promise to behave and maybe if she asked nice enough and they believed her then they’d let her go after they were done with her instead of keeping her.

“Please, please, I’m- I’m sorry, I-I’ll never wear the suit again, I promise. I promise.  I’ll be good. I won’t fight, I’ll-“

“Hey, hey, stop.” He pressed his hand against her mouth, not hard enough to force her to be quiet or to muffle her voice if she did continue to beg, but she silenced herself instantly regardless. “You’re okay, bird. Just breathe. I’d never hurt you. Never. There wasn’t a way to warn you about what was going on without cluing them in. I’m so sorry, bird. I really am.”

He sounded like he was about to cry, and the way he was holding her face in his hands certainly didn’t give her the idea that he was going to hurt her or force her down to her knees so he could-

“I could think of a hundred better ways to have gone about that, ‘wing.” Hood’s voice made her flinch and sink farther down in the chair she was tied to. She didn’t even move her legs or arms when he’d gotten the cuffs undone.

“I needed to distract them so you could get the files and I’m still injured. I wouldn’t even be out tonight if you hadn’t told me that they’d gotten their hands on her. If I’d tried to fight them, then they would have taken me out before finding you, so I don’t want to hear it. Don’t act like I wanted to do or say any of that.”

That was… fair. It wasn’t fair to her, but she had gotten herself into this situation and- she would forgive everything if it meant that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Actually, she’d let him hurt her if it meant that he wasn’t going to use her.

“Dick?” She whined out his name like a kicked puppy, tilting her face against one of his hands in a placating gesture.

“Yeah, bird. I’m here. It’s me. That wasn’t real. None of it was real, and you’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you, especially not me.”

Another sob tore from her throat, and she threw herself forward, into his arms. She was trembling and sobbing harder than he’d ever heard, and she was almost positive it was harder than she ever had in her life. His form wrapped around her, tucking her against his chest as he pressed his face against the top of her head and placed comforting kisses.

Jason sat on the ground behind her, one of his hands running circles against her back in an effort to assist in calming her, and it worked.

After her sobbing began to slow, Dick spoke up hesitantly, “I thought you would know. I never meant- I thought you would know that it wasn’t real. I thought you knew I’d never hurt you.” His breaths shuddered, “I thought you knew that I love you.”

“But you- you were mad at me. You told me- told me I could never wear the suit again and- and then you didn’t talk to me all week and I thought- I thought you hated me. And- and I came here to get your attention because you were ignoring me, so- so I would have deserved-“

“Hey, no. Don’t even finish that sentence.” His hold on her tightened and his voice turned even more tense, edged with anger, “No one deserves to be taken advantage of and you know that.”

She sniffled, tucking her face tight against his neck, and breathing in the scent of his suit and sweat. “You said you love me.”

There was a long pause, and Jason took it as his cue to leave, ruffling [Name]’s hair as he stood and headed out of the warehouse. He landed a boot against the ribcage of the leader of the traffickers as he passed by.

“I’m going to alert Blüdhaven PD. Half of their guys are probably on this group’s payroll though, so I’d get out of here before they show up. They’re probably hoping whoever shut down this location sticks around so they can fill them with lead.”

“We’re headed out now.” Dick stood as he said it, taking [Name] with him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung onto him.

“You said you love me.”

“I did,” he finally confirmed, “but I don’t think now is the time to talk about-“

“I love you too. So much.”

He went quiet again, feet still carrying them away from the nightmare that she’d just gone through, “I don’t expect you to forgive me for that.”

She tightened her hold around him, burrowing against him as a sign that she wasn’t holding any grudges, but also in an attempt to hide from the could Blüdhaven night.

“I knew you were after them. I shouldn’t have stuck my nose in it. I just… I wanted you to talk to me again. Even if you were angry. I… I don’t handle the silent treatment well and… it felt like you were leaving me behind, just like everyone else always does. It felt like you had decided I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore.”

“Never. I’ll never leave you behind, okay? I know that me saying that isn’t going to make you stop thinking that I might, but I’ll prove it, alright? I’ll never leave you behind.” He brushed his lips against her neck, and she couldn’t fight the light laugh that escaped as the gentle touch tickled her skin.

“Okay. I, uh, just… one thing though.”

“Anything.”

“Please keep the escrima sticks away from me for a while?”

 She could feel him cringe, but he nodded, “Yeah. That’s fair.”

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 14

"Hachoo!"

A sneeze woke you up from sleep. You sat on the bed weakly and fell back to bed due to exhaustion. Not only feel tired from the big action late at night, also caught a cold and fever after falling into cold water. Damn, you dragged tired body for a long time yesterday. Fortunately, you returned home safely. If you fell on the road, might be picked up as corpse.

"Woof!" Kirin ran into the room with his bowl in mouth.

Oh ya, you have to give him breakfast. You slowly got up, staggered into the kitchen and found Kirin's food. You returned to the living room found he had put the bowl on the floor, looking at you with bright eyes. You touched his head and poured it. You saw he was eating with relish, as he was having a big meal.

You took the leftover food back to the kitchen and put it away. You poured a cup of hot water and drank it. You wondered there was any spare medicine at home that could temporarily relieve the fever and cold. You opened and found a bunch of snacks. It seemed there was no other way, you had to go to find the doctor for treatment. It would be more uncomfortable if you delayed it.

Before leaving the house, you put on mask and hug Kirin. You put on the mask to avoid disturbing others. When you leave and go outside, you see on phone there is a clinic nearby and can reach it by walking. You understand the route then put your phone back and walk in the direction of the clinic. It is really uncomfortable to be sick. You walk unsteadily and vision is blurred.

You admire yourself very much. No matter how tired, you can still arrive at the clinic safely. You open the door step in. After filling in your personal information at the front desk, you sit in the waiting area wait for your turn. After about five minutes, a nurse comes to asks you enter. It is finally your turn. After the doctor gives a diagnosis, you leave and go to the front desk to get the medicine.

At this time, a familiar voice came, "Y/N?"

You looked in the direction, it was your friend's brother Tim, you waved politely, "Hello, what a coincidence."

He looked worried and puzzled, looking up and down at your body repeatedly, "Are you sick?"

You nodded slightly to him, "Yes, I have a slight fever and a cold. How about you?"

He took a pack of medicine put it in his backpack, "I came to get medicine for Dick, he also has a cold."

You coughed twice and exhaled, "Tell him to take care himself."

He curled his lips and smiled, "I should say this, you are sick, if I hadn't seen your eyes, I really wouldn't recognize you."

You remembered you were wearing a mask and long-sleeved clothes, laughed softly, "Hehe, so smart, I'm going back first, bye."

You took the medicine and pushed open the door of the clinic to leave. Tim felt something wrong and ran out of the clinic followed you. You looked back and saw he looked embarrassed and walked towards you. "Let me take you home. I don't want to see you faint on the road."

You pointed in the direction of the apartment and said, "My house is right there. No need to bother you. Bye." After saying that, you walked away, leaving Tim standing there alone in a daze.

Jason POV

A big operation at night, using a lot of manpower to capture a group of wanted criminals. The most bizarre thing is the fox, who is actually in collusion with the police. But to be honest, I really don't understand what the fox's intentions are. Every word she says is not what a decent person should say, but actions are similar what I do. I can't figure out what's going on.

"Hachoo!"

I heard a sneeze from outside , I got out of bed walked to the door open it. I saw a sick Dickhead in pajamas sneezing, holding a box of tissues in his hand to wipe his nose. I remembered he tried to avoid terrorist's self-explosion and save the fox late at night, but both fell into the water. It's a good thing not many people died. The most important now is the famous Nightwing caught a cold, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Dickhead turned around looked at me when he heard the laughter. "What?"

I put my hand on his shoulder l teased him. "Wow~ A handsome brave knight saved a stray fox. But you are so fucking miserable now~"

He wiped his nose pitifully. "Babybird, don't bully me~

I helped the weak Dickhead to the living room. I saw Bruce sitting on the sofa flipping through the work report with a distressed look on face. Demon brat was doing homework very quietly today. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I looked away ignored him. I didn't want to talk to him since the last time. I was angry because he wanted to reveal my secrets, and rude to Y/N.

I noticed Timbers not here, I sat on the sofa and asked, "Where Timbers?"

Dickhead lying on the sofa other side. "He helped me get medicine from the clinic..."

"TT..." Demon brat interrupted.

I crossed my legs, leaned my hands on the sofa, and complained to him, "Just fart."

At this time, Bruce put down his work and coughed twice, "Ahem, both of you stop."

I glared at Bruce complained with unhappy tone, "Hey, you know he's the one who's looking for trouble, right?"

Bruce held his hand exhaled nodded slightly, with an apologetic expression, "Jason... Actually..."

I raised my hand, opened my palm stop him then leaned on the sofa, "Don't apologize for him."

At this time, Demon brat stood up walked in front of me, his expression was extremely ferocious, "Hey..."

I raised my chin looked down on him, "Say."

He pulled his sleeves, looking reluctant to talk. "When will your friend... come to visit?"

I tilted my head, put my hands on knees, frowned. "Huh? The hell is your business?"

No one noticed Timbers had returned. He handed the medicine to Dickhead and sat next to me. "I'm afraid she won't come for a while."

Demon brat's eyes widened. "Why!"

I looked at Demon brat then Timbers, curious about what he meant. I bumped his shoulder. "Hey, explain."

He looked at me in confusion. "I went to get medicine for Dickhead and meet her in the clinic. She very sick. I almost didn't recognize her with a mask on her haggard face."

I felt distressed after hearing that. I stood up, grabbed Timbers' arm asked nervously, "How is she?"

Timbers shook his head and sighed, "I saw she couldn't walk steadily and I wanted to send her back, but she refused so we parted ways."

Dickhead was still lying on the sofa, and sneezed, "The princess of Babybird is sick~ The world is going to end~"

Bruce took a few tissues wipe Dickhead's disgusting snot, then looked at me said, "Jason, why don't you visit her?"

I looked at Bruce nodded slightly to show I understood. I left and ran back to my room to change the jacket. Damn, getting sick is so popular now. I took out my phone found her number and pressed the dial button. It was third time still no one answered. I guessed she might collapsed at home. I took motorcycle keys from table and left the room. When I went downstairs, I saw Alfred waving at me.

He handed me a beautiful bag with fruits in it. "I don't know what fruits Miss Y/N likes, but I hope these can help her."

I took it politely and smiled at him, "Thank you, I'm going out first."

I passed the hall saw Dickhead waving at me, "Babybird... your baby brother I'm sick too."

I said expressionlessly, "Take care."

I put on my boots, and Demon brat stood behind me with his hands in pockets. We were alone, and I was upset when saw him. After putting on my boots, I stood up stepped on the toes a few times, I was about to leave the house with the fruit Alfred gave me. At this time, he finally told me what he had been holding back for a long time, "I hope your friend will get well soon..."

I looked at him with a questioning expression, "Huh? Did I hear it right? Are you possessed?"

He pouted and looked away, "TT... I'm just concerned about her health."

I pulled him in front of me. "If you have the time to care about her, you might as well reflect on what you said last time."

I threw him there. Before opening the door, I heard him mutter to himself, "I am..."

I left the manor and rode my motorcycle to her apartment. The more I thought about the fact that she didn't answer the phone, the more I worried about how seriously she was ill and whether she awake now. However, it was useless to think about it. I arrived at the downstairs of her apartment building, wondering how I could get in without access card. I lay on the motorcycle tried to call her again, but no one answered.

I stepped into the lobby decided to give it a try. After fixed my hair, I walked to the front desk, put my things down, and politely asked the receptionist, "Hello, can you help me?"

The receptionist's eyes lit up and looked at me. She quickly fixed her hair, stood up from the chair, waved to me with a smile, and said, "Hi, how can I help you?"

I noticed her behavior clearly showed she liked me. I was happy but didn't show it. The receptionist was pretty, but it was pity that I was not in the mood. "My friend lives on the 12th floor, No. 9. Is she home now?"

"Is she your girlfriend?" The receptionist looked at me expectantly.

I smiled and leaned my hand on the front desk. "Nah, I'm single. But I have something urgent to do with my friend now. Can you?"

She blushed when she heard what I said. She didn't stop working hurriedly checked the information on the computer. Then she told me, "She just came home, seems unwell. She usually greets people, but today just waved and left."

I understood what Timbers said, "Then can I go up to see her? Actually, she ordered fruits from me. I waited for her long time but didn't come to pick them up, so I came to here."

I handed a bag of fruit, she checked to make sure there were no other illegal items, and gave me a pass "This is a pass to the 12th floor, it can only be used today. Please remember to return it before leaving."

I took the pass and winked to her "Thanks, good girl."

Before I left, she wrote down her contact and handed to me "This is my number, can we have cup of tea next time?"

I took a look didn't think about taking her seriously, but she helped me as a courtesy, I put her note in my pocket and waved goodbye "Keep in touch."

She followed me all the way until I stepped into the elevator pressed the button for the 12th floor. As soon as the door closed, she looked very sorry but full of joy. To be honest, I really no interest. After all, she is the type who is easy to get. She sees the men handsome and speak in sweet words. If she wants to sex directly, she will be the first to take off her clothes.

After reaching, I left the and looked at the trash can on the side. I took the note from my pocket, crushed it and threw it. I feel sorry for she expecting me, but I have a special person in my heart now, the only rare girl I have met in my life, the one I want to possess the most, and I’m not interest in this kind of weed.

I arrived and rang the doorbell. There was no movement inside, no response, but I faintly hear the barking of a dog, which should be Kirin. I tried turn the doorknob found the door was not locked. I opened it directly and saw her lying on the floor of the living room. My mind went blank and a feeling of fear spread over me.

I closed the door and rushed. I held her in my arms and asked nervously, "Hey, Princess, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

She opened eyes slightly and looked at me, "Hey..."

She closed her eyes and fell on me. I put my ear close to her chest heard the sound of her heartbeat. I was relieved instantly. It was good that she was not dead. I picked her up and took her back to the room to rest. From her current condition, she seriously ill. I put her on the bed and pulled a chair sit beside her bed. I took off my gloves, wiped the sweat from my palms, and touched her forehead. She had a fever.

I got up and walked into the kitchen. I saw a pack of medicine given by the doctor on the dining table that had not been opened. All the medicines were marked to be taken after meals, which meant she had not taken the medicine yet. I thought about applying ice to her to cool her down. I opened the refrigerator and there was no fever-reducing patch, but there were a lot of ice cubes. There was no other way, I could use the traditional method to solve it.

I walked into the bathroom find a small bucket to fill with cold water, and I noticed her bra and panties hanging behind the door. I felt a little embarrassed. I couldn't help imagine that kind of scene when I saw her lace bra and panties. But can't judge a person by appearance. I knew she had a great figure, but I didn't expect her measurements to be so amazing. I was careless and underestimated her. She was a fucking sexy hot figure.

The water flowing out of the bucket, I quickly turned off the and took the bucket to the kitchen. Before that... I couldn't resist my desire and took another sneak peek at her bra and panties. I saw many women's bras and panties on the bed, including naked. Only her bra and panties, although they were the common lace type, many scenes emerged in my mind.

Ok enough, I suppressed my desire went back to the kitchen. I poured ice cubes into cold water and soaked a small towel in the cold water. I took the things to the room and put them on the floor. After making sure the small towel was cold, I wrung it out and folded it put on her forehead. I sat on the chair beside the bed, holding her little hand tightly and stroking it gently. I felt the same way. No one had taken care of me when I was sick, and now it made me want to take care of her even more.

Y/N Pov

A chill hits you, even you were feeling uncomfortable now, this chill is so reassuring. You open your eyes slightly and see someone holding your hand. You look in the direction, and saw Jason sitting by your bed. You wonder how he got into the house, but you don't feel like thinking about unnecessary questions now.

His face looks tired, it seems he must be very tired from working the night shift. You hold his rough hand tightly, and he notices you opened your eyes. His worried expression turns into a gentle smile, he moves closer and touches your messy hair. You are deeply moved by his actions and can't help but smile, he also smiles when sees it.

Before you speak, he spoke first, "Hey, princess. How are you feeling?"

"Feeling better." You said with a smile.

He soaked the small towel in cold water again, wrung it out and covered your forehead with it, "Sleep a little longer and you'll feel better. You haven't taken your medicine yet, is there anything you want to eat?"

You blurted out "Ochazuke tabetai..." in a daze and fell asleep.

(I want to eat green tea over rice...)

Jason was confused, "Ocha?"

Jason Pov

I was confused. Before she went to sleep, I heard what she wanted to eat. But it was in Japanese, I couldn't understand. I used my phone type in the pronunciation and found Ocha means tea. Do need to drink tea when sick? Or is there any dish made with tea? I searched and saw a Japanese dish made with tea.

The recipe is written like this: Brew tea first. Boil water, add kelp and bonito flakes, add salt, and make soup. Mix the tea and soup in a ratio of 7:3. Then cook rice. Put sour plums and sesame seaweed on the rice, and pour tea soup on it. Finally, it's done.

It seems like a simple cooking method, but I'm not sure I can do it well. I rarely have the opportunity to step into the kitchen, let alone daily cooking. I have only eaten sushi in Japanese cuisine, and never cooked a pot of Japanese cuisine myself.

I scratched my hair. I didn't know the result until I tried. I decided try to make it according the recipe. She sick and her sense of taste was not good. Even tasted bad, she probably wouldn't able to taste it. What the hell was I thinking about? Be more confident, Jason Peter Todd. To conquer a girl, you must conquer her stomach first. Why the hell was I thinking about all that? The first priority now is make her eat and take medicine.

I put the basic ingredients on the table. I swallowed because nervous. I put the rice in the rice cooker and cooked the other ingredients. Generally speaking, it simple to make it according the recipe, but lost in appearance. I served a bowl of what I made and tried a bite to taste it. I chewed it in my mouth. I couldn't tell whether tasted good or not, but the tea taste was a bit strong.

I served her another bowl of rice to try, hoping she wouldn't mind my poor cooking. I took the medicine from the table and took it to her room. I put my bowl on the table with hers, and put the small towel on her forehead into the bucket. I shook her gently and whispered to wake her up. She opened her eyes looked at me, then smelled the tea.

Y/N Pov

A faint smell of tea hits your nose, Jason helps you sit slowly on the bed. He takes a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks and hands them to you. You take it and smell it. It is the Ochazuke you have always been thinking about. The smell reminds you the taste of your hometown. You put the bowl to your lips and taste the tea carefully. Tears can't stop falling from your eyes. It's not tastes bad, just you miss the time you spent in hometown.

Jason sat on bed in panic to comfort you. "Sorry, I didn't expect so bad! I'll go out buy you something else to eat."

You looked at Jason's nervous expression and laughed. "You misunderstood. I'm not crying because it's bad."

He stroked your back gently. "Then... why?"

You clenched the bowl of Ochazuke in your hand. "My family is poor, and the food I eat most often is Ochazuke. It's also one of my favorites."

He moved closer and gently stroked your tears with his fingers. "Really..."

You covered your mouth with hands and laughed. "But I didn't expect you really cooked it for me."

He puts his arm around your shoulders and lets you lean on, saying awkwardly, "I... just want be nice to you... what can I do?"

You rub his shoulders, "Then if you get sick in future, I'll cook for you."

He looks at you with a happy smile, "Really?"

You nod and smile, "Really, I'm not lying to you."

He can't take back the smile on his lips, "I'm really looking forward to the day when I sick."

You bump his shoulders, "Damn!"

He held his belly and laughed, and you laughing with him. He sat back in the chair, holding the spoon and Ochazuke began to eat voraciously. You laugh because it was the first time you saw him eat Japanese food. You took a sip of the tea felt so warm, then gently stirred it with chopsticks and ate it. He followed your way of eating, as he was adapting to the local customs.

After the meal, he handed you the medicine and warm water asked you to take the medicine on time. He left your room with a small bucket and a bowl after eating. You put the medicine in hand and poured it into your mouth swallowed it before drinking water. You lay back on the bed and a feeling of sleepiness came over you, proving the effect of the medicine began to show. You realized it was such a reassuring feeling to have someone take care of you whe sick. You closed your eyes continued to fall asleep.

Jason Pov

I poured out the thawed water, poured new cold water into the bucket, poured ice cubes in, soaked the small towel and returned to the room. I saw she had fallen into a deep sleep, her complexion had improved a lot. This was a good thing. I wrung out the small towel and covered her forehead, then used another towel to wipe the sweat off her neck.

I noticed she was smiling in her sleep, I laughed quietly in case she suddenly woken up by me. She looked like a baby in her deep sleep, and I suddenly had an inexplicable thought. I gently patted her little hand, just like my mother used to coax me to sleep when I was young, then I fell into a very deep sleep, the kind that could sleep until dawn.

I approached quietly and carefully, holding my breath and kissing her cheek secretly, giving her a goodnight kiss. She just slept quietly without any scruples or defenses. Even we are the kind of friends, we should have the basic awareness of keeping a distance from the other person. If I were a pervert who couldn't suppress emotions and desires, maybe I would be the lustful wolf who ate a harmless little rabbit.

I stretched out my rough hand and held her little hand tightly, "My little princess, I wish you a good dream."

I let go her little hand went to the living room see a sleeping Kirin. I gently carried him to Y/N's room. I went into the kitchen to wash all the dishes and put them aside to dry. I returned to the room sat quietly while taking out my phone to look at it. I suddenly thought something very important. I forgot to ask what she wanted to eat for dinner. I looked at her sleeping face chose to put the question behind me and ask it when she woke up.

Y/N Pov

In the evening, you woke up and found the small towel on forehead was no longer cold. You heard a snoring sound coming. You saw Jason sitting on a chair next to you, sleeping soundly, and Kirin sleeping beside his feet. You sat on the bed looked at their sleeping faces with a relieved expression. It was a peaceful scene that healed people's hearts.

You took out the thermometer to measure your body temperature, and you recovered from the cold. You got out of bed and walked out of the room quietly, saw the house was clean. There were several small towels hanging on the balcony, which the towels Jason used to cool you down just now. These small towels meant he had changed several towels for you. He was unexpectedly careful and thoughtful.

At this time, the phone in the living room rang, you hurried to see it was his phone ringing. It showed that Bruce Wayne's call. You took it into the room try to wake Jason up, but he already sleeping and snoring non-stop. There was no way to answer it. Wonder if something urgent that needed to be dealt with.

You press the answer button "Hello, Mr Wayne."

Mr Wayne was surprised and coughed twice "Hey, Y/N. How are you? I heard from Tim that you sick."

You smiled and said "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, thanks to Jason's care."

You can hear Mr Wayne sighing with relief "Great. Where is Jason?"

You look at him sleeping in the room "He's asleep, I'll wake him up now."

He smiled "No, no, I called to ask about your situation. Since you are okay, I am relieved. My eldest son just caught a cold and a fever too."

I stood on the balcony and chatted with Mr Wayne "Dick is sick too? The recent flu is terrible, I hope he recovers soon."

"Dad, his friend?" At this time, you heard Damian's voice coming from next to Mr Wayne.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Mr Wayne said in a puzzled tone.

"Can I talk to her?" Damian suddenly said, and you were surprised to hear it. "

You can hear Mr Wayne mumbling from the phone, can hear it clearly "Don't say the wrong thing again, you and Jason's matter is not resolved yet."

Damian blurted out "I know."

You feel a little pressured. Talking to a child like him who has a bad temper, you still have to greet him politely "Hello, is it Damian?"

"Yes." He answered calmly, and the topic ended immediately.

You are thinking about what to say next, he interrupted and said "How is your illness?"

You are confused, the sudden concern "Oh... Thanks to Jason's care, I'm almost well."

After a moment of silence, he said "Would you like to visit manor when you get better?"

Nani? Did you hear correctly? You didn't understand, but you still answered him calmly, "Okay, no problem. See you, I'll bring Kirin play with you."

He was quiet for a while then said in a happy tone, "Okay, no problem. Take care, bye."

He hung up the phone... You looked very surprised. How could he suddenly become so well-behaved? You couldn't believe what he said. He suddenly cared about you, and you were almost scared to death. Is it really going to rain red today? Or he possessed by evil spirits? Jason must be informed this matter, you ran back to the room in panic to wake Jason up.

You slapped Jason's face, "Hey! Wake up!"

Jason was awakened by your slap. He fell off his chair and woke up Kirin who was sleeping soundly. He sat on the ground with a confused look on his face. "What?! What the hell is going on!"

You put his phone on his face. "Is your brother possessed by a ghost?!"

He took the phone back with a confused look. "What do you mean? Which brother?"

You said nervously, "Damian! I just talked to him on the phone."

He sat up and grabbed your arm. "What the hell he say?! Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head nervously. "He said when I got better welcome to visit the manor..."

He blinked a few times, with a question in his mind. "Huh? Really?"

You nodded quickly and held his hands tightly. "Yes! Really!"

He looked away, with a serious expression. "Maybe he really was possessed by a ghost... I'll go home and take a look later. If it's true, I'll find someone to exorcise it."

You hold your cheeks, with a surprised expression "Oh shit..."

He touches your head comforts you "It's okay, I'll inform Bruce first."

He takes out his phone find Mr Wayne's number and presses the dial button. He turns on the loud speaker so you can listen to it. After a while, Mr Wayne answered the call, and Jason's first words were "Hey Bruce, your son is possessed."

You are holding back your laughter, Mr Wayne silent for a while and then says "Dick is sick, not possessed."

Jason clarifies "Your youngest son, Damian Wayne. He asked Y/N come to manor when she recovers."

Bruce silent for a while, and suddenly heard him shouting "Tim, help me see if Damian is also sick! Jason said he was possessed!"

You heard Tim "What! No way! Holy shit!"

"The house is haunted!" You heard Dick scream.

"Go to sleep!" Mr Wayne yelled.

Jason hung up the phone looked at you after hearing the mess at home. You both couldn't help but burst into laughter. You now know their family has such a funny side. It's so rude to Mr Wayne's family, but it's so funny you and Jason can't stop laughing. Next time you go to Mr Wayne's manor, you really don't know what expression to use to face them.

After laughed enough, you leaned on his shoulder, "Ha... That's so funny."

He also laughed, "Fuck... Shit..."

You both looked at each other at the same time, and suddenly it felt so weird to meet eyes at the same time. You seemed a little overwhelmed and avoided him, Jason blushed and avoided your gaze. There was air conditioning and fan in the room, but your body felt hot. You thought it was awkward, you should not lean on his shoulder, he noticed and directly hugged you to prevent you from leaving.

The momentary happiness turned into a subtle mood, and you didn't know what to say in response. He whispered to your ear, "Sorry, stay like this for a while and I'll go back, okay?"

You were in a state of confusion when you heard he was going back. He had a home and should go back, but you didn't want him to go back. It was the loneliness and emptiness were bothering you. You accidentally blurted out, "Can't you not go back?"

His body trembled, you stole a glance at his face, which became even redder. "Erm... This is too sudden."

You hurriedly moved away from him, shaking your hands and explaining, "No! It's not what you think! You see, it's already evening, I mean to ask you if you want to have dinner together before going home..."

For some reason, your face was so hot, could it be the fever hadn't subsided yet? You stole a glance at his current expression, and his face was still red. You lowered your head didn't dare him to look at it anymore. He coughed to ease the atmosphere, "I can stay for dinner... If you don't mind."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, "I don't mind! The Ochazuke you cooked is delicious!"

He was so surprised that he gritted his teeth and scratched his hair, "Really... As long as you like it."

It's damn hot now. You can't figure out whether it's the fever or the temperature change in the room. You blush and swallow, put your hand on his arm move closer to him. He sees your hand running across his arm, his breathing becomes a little rapid in his confusion. You realize you are not in the right mood and withdraw your hand.

He suddenly blocks your eyes with his hand, preventing you from seeing his expression. You can feel his breathing is disordered, you sit up straight nervously, not even daring to bend your back. You pinch your trembling hands, scared and confused because you can't see everything in front of you. His hands are also hot, and you are increasingly confused about whether these temperatures are yours, his body, or the temperature of the room.

Jason Pov

What the fuck is going on now! Why is the rhythm between us suddenly messed up! I have no idea what the hell is going on now! Why are we both in such a passionate situation! My breathing rate is so chaotic, my heartbeat is constantly accelerating, all my emotions are fucked up by her.

I blocked her view prevent her to see my expression. I don't know what she thinks of me, but she doesn't have to show she wants to be eaten by me, it's fucking erotic enough to increase my lust. Calm down, Jason Peter Todd. Calm down the fuck, don't cross that line, once cross it, you can't back to the beginning.

"Sorry..." I exhaled, and her lips showed a look of confusion.

It's just a topic for dinner, don't let your mind wander to other things, okay? It's damn hot, the room is hot, but actually my body that's overheated. I stared at her lips for a while, when I got close to her lips, I could feel each other's breath. Or I could just kiss and confront her, but the response might not be what I expected.

I backed off, I didn't dare to kiss her when I thought about the future. Her lips were right in front of me, I only needed to touch them lightly. It was such a simple thing, but I couldn't take that step. I was afraid of how she would look at me in the future, and our relationship would become distant and couldn't go back to original life.

I couldn't help myself, I kissed my hand that was covering her eyes and let go. Her eyes were full of charming eyes, which I liked the most when she only looked at me. What a beautiful girl can make me crazy. A disease can make me upset. A simple sleeping face can make me feel happy and confused.

My princess... What kind of spell did you cast on me to make me so fascinated.

"Jason? Are you okay?" She put her hand on my face with a worried expression.

I was confused like an idiot, but calmed down. "Sorry, was distracted. I'll ummm… bathroom first and cook for you. Wait for me."

I put my hand on the door looked back at her. She noticed my face and smiled brightly, which touched my heart. I really wanted to hug her in my arms. I opened the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I took some water and splashed it on my face try to wake myself up. Wait, bathroom... I looked behind the door and saw a set of underwear and panties...

"Fuck you..." I said to myself. I have never felt that underwear is so attractive and sinful in my life.

I left the bathroom and heard noises coming from the living room. I saw her and Kirin playing. Seeing how active she was, I didn't have to worry about her anymore. I stood aside watched her and Kirin jumping around. She hummed a Japanese song and clapped her hands while dancing. It was so healing today. Seeing the person I love the most so healthy and beautiful showing her lovely and charming side in front of me.

She noticed me standing aside and watching. She walked towards me with Kirin in her arms. "Kirin, do you want to play with daddy?"

I pointed at myself in surprise. "Me? Kirin's daddy?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, Kirin likes you very much. He even sticks to you when sleeps. I envy too much."

I teased her playfully. "Are you envious of Kirin sleeping with me, or jealous of not being able to sleep with me?"

She pouted and whispered, "Both."

This feeling so fucking exciting, it's just too blissful! I happily leaned over looked at Kirin, "Kirin, why don't you play with mommy first, and daddy play with you after cooks dinner, OK?"

"Woof!" He wagged his tail happily.

Then she acted like a spoiled child with a pitiful expression, "I want eat ice cream~"

I laughed and pinched her cheek, "You better go and rest, or I won't buy it for you."

I saw her sticking her tongue out at me then went back to the living room to play. It was so healing to be amused by her funny expression. I went into the kitchen get ingredients to prepare dinner. She hadn't recovered yet, so better made some light food. While I was cutting the ingredients, my phone rang. I put down my work and took out my phone. Dickhead calling, and I pressed the answer button.

"Babybird~ Didn't you come home for dinner? I miss my baby brother~" I could tell from his voice that he l still sick.

I put the phone to my ear and pressed it with shoulder "Nah, I have something to do tonight. I will go back to my own home after I finish my work, not to the manor, so don't have to leave dinner for me."

He sneezed and said sadly "You are biased! Take care of your girlfriend! Not your dear brother."

I complained angrily "Damn Dickhead! Alfred and others at home, not enough people to take care of you?! Do you want to ask Bruce to call even the private doctor!"

He suddenly laughed "Eh? It's not pure friendship between you two?"

I said embarrassedly "Fuck you! Shut up!"

His laughter came from the phone. This guy was sicker than expected. He suddenly muttered, "Y/N such a lucky girl~ Babybird takes care of her so attentively."

Suddenly I thought something to bully him, "Oh... I forgot, you don't have your dearest Kitsune lying by your pillow to take care of you."

He choked on his saliva and coughed, "Bastard Babybird!"

I laughed at him, "Oh ya, if Kitsune was naked at this time, then lay on your bed, using her seductive body to warm your bed, maybe would heal faster, I'm not wrong, right?"

He coughed even harder, "I'm hanging up!"

I teased him again, "Don't make weird noises in bed at night, be careful Kitsune hears it."

"Babybird!" I hung up the phone as soon as he shouted.

"What's wrong?" She poked her head out curiously.

I laughed and said, "Dick hasn't recovered yet. I just bullied him."

She pointed at me smiled wickedly, "You're so mean~"

I put my phone back in my pocket, "He's unlucky. Ah, and... I'm a mean person to begin with."

Chapter 14 End.

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