#roy can’t make Lian do anything

[roseandgold137]

D3 with Lian Harper maybe?

Roy: Lian honey can we please brush your hair now

Lian: no! I’m a wolf! 🐺

Ollie: yknow you’re going to have to brush her hair eventually kiddo

Roy: but she’s a wolf…

[ave-on-main]

“Pre-boot Roy's dynamic with Slade is what fanon wishes Dick's relationship with Slade would be” is a bad faith fanon myth.

I’ve seen this statement go around since Dark Crisis ended last year and wittnessed people actually believe it, so here we go: It’s not true.

First of, lets talk about what allegedly makes pre-boot Roy the person that fanon thinks Dick is to Slade:

One panel that gets taken out of context to prove the statement above is Slade talking about Roy as his “ace in the hole” in Titans (2008) which gets equated to Slade calling Dick a “trophy” in Dark Crisis (2022). In context, these two instances are not the same. Comparing them makes no sense. More on why in the Roy section of this little essay.

Another point of contention is that Rebirth Dick secretly works together with Slade to protect the Titans (2016). People claim that is a rehash of what happened when Roy worked together with Slade while Roy was the leader of the Outsiders (2003), but the premises are entirely different. In Titans Dick works with Slade to protect the other team members. In Outsiders Roy uses Slade’s intel and funding without knowing he’s speaking to Slade. He thinks Slade is Batman.

It is also worth noting that the Rebirth version has more in common with the Apprentice arc of Teen Titans Animated 2003. TT 03 came out at the same time Outsiders did. Slade was revealed to be Roy’s contact in Outsiders #21 (February 2005). The first time Slade appears as Batman is Outsiders #4 (September 2003), but it is not known to readers or characters that Batman is not Bruce. The Apprentice arc of TT 03 started in Season 1 Episode 11 (October 2003). The show didn’t copy the comics, nor assumably did the comics copy the show. It could be a weird attempt at synergy to reveal Slade in 2005 but it is unlikely because DC cared very little about synergy at the time. Worth noting though is, that Slade’s role in Outsiders is extremely limited. Once his identity is revealed, he is no longer part of the plot.

Now, in fanon, the Rebirth version of events is largely ignored. If anyone in fandom wants to talk about Dick working with Slade, they’ll mostly use the more thought out version of the show as a blueprint or the Renegade arc of Nightwing (1996). Both comic and show are also actually written by writers who like Dick unlike Deathstroke 2016.

That Roy is important to Rose’s developement isn’t true. She babysits Lian but she barely talks to Roy or any of the adult Titans while she appears in Titans (1999).  Nightwing: Renegade retcons that Dick was there while she babysitted Lian, but all Roy does is villify Rose, not once implying that he had anything to do with getting her on the Titans.

Equally as untrue is that Slade is actually obsessed with Roy over Dick. It’s a purely fanon take.

There’s also this conspiracy going around that Slade & Dick stans working at DC are retconning things to make Dick look better, which is, I can’t say it differently, an insane statement to make. Dan Didio erased the Slade-Dick rivalry from existance, so much so that Higgins could not use them in the same story even though he was writing both New 52 books. Seeley & King could merely put Deathstroke into Grayson (2014) as a papershield target practice. Christopher Priest dislikes Dick, which he not only states on his blog but is also obvious in his writing (Deathstroke #4). Interestingly, the people screaming about retcons ruining everything had nothing to say about Rebirth Roy being part of the NTT roaster while Grant attacks the team (Lazarus Contract).

Infinite Frontier ties Dick and Slade together once more, but it is almost all talk and no show. It’s a distant echo of their pre-boot relationship. There was zero build up to their reconnection. Frankly, a Dick & Slade stan would put a lot more effort into it. The only reason DC brought a semblance of their rivalry back was because of Red X nostalgia and it shows. Dick only dons the Deathstroke mask in Future State: Teen Titans to complement Red X and his hunt for Deathstroke in Teen Titans Academy is mention but never shown, not even as a one panel flashback.

Meanwhile Green Arrow is now the first hero Deathstroke fought (Deathstroke Inc. Year One) and Slade encounters Roy soon after (Infinite Frontier: Secret Files #2). DC is still trying to tie Slade to the JL rather than to the Titans.

But what are their actual Pre-Boot relationships?

Vastly different, that’s for sure. 

At first, Dick is largely tied to Slade because of Joey and the similarities (skill-wise) Slade sees in Dick. Later Dick’s ties to Slade’s children and what that causes makes respect turn into hate. 

Slade gets involved with Roy because of Cheshire and to manipulate the Outsiders by orders of Dr. Sivana. 

Roy Harper and Slade Wilson

Roy in Deathstroke (1991)

The first time Slade and Roy properly meet (aka actually share a word) is in Deathstroke The Terminator (1991) #18. They are both undercover and pretend to work with Cheshire.

Jade introduces Roy to Slade, and Jade “asks” for Slade’s help by using what amounts to a slave ring she can reactivate any time to control him. Together with her other underlings they set out to steal nuclear warheads.

Not knowing they could be on the same side, Roy betrays the team by going after Slade. Slade defeats him, and Roy is left in enemy territory.

Roy makes his way back after Cheshire has already nuked Qurac. The destruction makes Slade and Roy temporarly work together to apprehend Jade and reveal their allegiances to each other (#20).

While Roy is on the Titans when Rose joins the team in the following crossover event, she doesn’t interact one-on-one with him. All he does is give Impulse relationship advice because Bart is crushing on Rose (The New Titans #126).

Titans (1999)

Roy and Slade meet when Tartarus attacks H.I.V.E. which at that point is lead by an incognito Adeline Kane but don’t have a one-on-one interaction in thie story.

Their first true confrontation takes place later. Slade’s been contracted to kill Cheshire due to her nuking Qurac. As Slade and Roy fight, Slade mentions Nightwing as a comparison between the two, and even though Roy temporarly gains the upperhand, Slade escapes to go after Jade. (#22)

Rose starts to babysit Lian after the Deathstroke & Qurac incident, but weirdly enough, she barely shares a word with any of the adult Titans. She’s really just kind of there.

Outsiders (2003)

Roy believes Batman is giving him intel and is funding the Outsiders  (#6, #11) . In truth, the Batman who he’s been talking to is Slade.

It's when Dick learns that Roy hasn't been talking to the real Bruce, that Slade reveals himself. Slade fights Roy, taunting him about killing him and adopting Lian to make her an assassin. Slade realizes Roy isn't on top of his game and sees the five direct bullet wounds he's received on an earlier Outsiders mission. Taking pity, Slade decides to leave him alive (#21).

In #43 the Outsiders learn that Slade was hired by Dr. Sivana. The mad scientist saw potential in manipulating the team. It was not Slade’s idea to go after the Outsiders.

Titans (2008)

When Slade creates his own Titans team, Cheshire convinces Arsenal to join the team with her. She wants to use the opportunity to kill Slade. Roy pretends to have switched allegiances and joins the team.

Slade knows not to trust them. He uses Roy’s drug addiction against him by switching out Roy’s “regular” drugs with a substance called “Bliss”. (#27)

Later Slade uses Roy as his “ace in the hole” when the Justice League confronts them. He threatens to blow up his ship with a warhead. The League, lead by Dick as Batman, retreats as not to harm Roy. In this case, “always his ace” means the reason Roy is on the team is to be used as a human meat shield because other heroes still care for him (Annual #1).

At the end of this arc, Roy betrays the team and decides against resurrecting Lian and with that stops Slade from resurrecting Grant. Slade swears revenge on him because Roy literally did what the New Teen Titans did. “Killing Grant.” The Titans comic and the entire Pre-New 52 universe end with Roy and Joey deciding to reform the Titans because Dick still believed in the teams value.

Apart from the initial Qurac storyline, there’s no canon Slade and Roy story in which Dick doesn’t at least get mentioned.

Pre-New 52 Dick Grayson and Slade Wilson

New (Teen) Titans

Dick belongs to the six New Teen Titans that Slade originally takes on a contract against (New Teen Titans (1980) #02). Slade contacts the team soon after their first meeting to take them out. Dick plays the voice of reason during that second encounter and makes the Titans listen to Slade’s plan. Slade fails to kill them (#10).

During the Judas Contract, Slade learns Robin’s secret identity through Tara’s spying on the Titans (Tales of the Teen Titans #42). Slade attacks Dick in his office, telling him he won’t kill him if Dick doesn’t resist because H.I.V.E. wants the Titans dead or alive. Dick knows he can’t win a hand-to-hand fight against Slade and manages to trick him. Slade admires how Dick escapes, ascertaining that Dick is the leader for a reason. He’s the hardest to catch because powers don’t make a man. Just like Dick, Slade was the best even before he got augmented. It’s a first for Slade to loose his target. He blames it on being worried about the contract.

While Adeline and Joey get in contact with Dick, Slade delivers the Titans sans-Dick to H.I.V.E. (#43). Adeline proceeds to tell Dick how Slade became Deathstroke the Terminator. Afterward Joey and Dick team up to save the Titans (#44).

After Tara loses herself in her rage and dies, Dick concludes Slade and she were manipulating each other (Annual #3).

Dick remains in contact with the D.A. office to ensure the Titans are still going to testify against Slade but a Deathstroke imposter attacks Lilith. Slade’s attorney spins a defense out of the imposter (#53). Gar has his own plans for Slade while Dick and the Titans want to focus on aprehending the imposter. Dick gets sworn in as an expert witness on matters of identity, and he tries to use what Adeline told him about Slade in court, but Slade’s attorney uses Dick’s words against the Titans. Slade doesn’t go on further trial but will remain detained in prison and has a small confrontation with Dick. (#54)

Wildbeests are hunting the Titans and Slade gets hired by Dayton to save Gar and the others. He would have gone after them regardless to save Joey. He ends up searching out Dick’s apartment first, probably in hopes he hasn’t been captured yet (#71). Slade doesn’t realize that Dick is one of the Wildbeests he encounters, and the one who helpes Slade escape from the second Wildbeest.

The Wildbeests realize they have a spy and overpower Dick. Slade catches Pantha just as she finds pieces of Dick’s costume (#74). Slade invades the Wildbeest base, and Joey reveals himself to Dick and him (#75). The two end up fighting Joey, but can’t get through to him. Dick implores Slade to calm down and focus as they escape to Titans Tower. There, Slade stops Pantha when she attacks Dick shortly before the Wildbeests attack the base. Slade and Dick escape together. While Slade can’t believe Joey is doing this, Dick is the more realistic of the two. 

Later, Slade gets them out of a tough situation by morally questionably methods. Slade expects a response from Dick but gets a proverbial shrug (#76).

Shortly before their final confrontation with Joey, Slade decides he has no other choice than to kill Joey, which Dick is against. Slade kills his son because he knows the real Joey regarded the Titans as friends (#84).

Slade and Dick meet on the Titans Tower island afterward. Dick notices him, which according to Slade not many are able to do. Dick asks why he couldn’t be bothered to show up at the funeral of the son he killed. 

Dick attacks Slade in his grief over Joey, telling him to fight back. Slade does if only to tell him he lost someone too. Their fight ends when Dick admits he doesn’t get how Slade and Bruce can just keep bottling their anger up, he’d explode. Slade tells him that losing control hasn’t done him anything good and that he has to believe he freed Joey. He then shows concern for having injured Dick, but Dick denies his help, and they part ways without anything truly resolved (#86).

Dick in Deathstroke, The Terminator (1991)

Bruce calls Dick to get intel on Slade. While Dick knows how dangerous Slade is, he calls him a good man, to which Slade later responds by saying Dick’s wide-eyed and idealistic. (#7)

When Deathstroke gets into crosshairs with the Justice League and has lost much of his powers, the Titans set out to confront him. He encounters Dick and Koriand’r while he tries to escape. Dick tries to stop him and explains to him that if he’s an innocent man, he’ll stand by his side and help him get free of the charges (#14). In fact, the Titans saw what was happening to him on TV and Dick made the decision to help him or take him down depending on whether Joey dying pushed him over the edge (New Titans #89).

Dick and Slade end up working together when Eclipso tries to take over Earth’s heroes. Slade heads to Salvagion to get information about his current situation where he meets Nightwing, who’s been caught spying. Salvagion isn’t the enemy, though, Nightwing is there to retrieve information about Cyborg’s files to heal his friend. The files were lost when Titans Tower got destroyed. 

Dick and Slade fight against enemy mercenaries, who are attacking Salvagion,  and figure something is wrong. Dick then hires Slade and Pat to save the Titans.

By 1993 Dick’s appearances in Deathstroke and The New Titans apruptly ends because he had been taken back by the Bat Office. Editorial was quite strict at the time, demanding him to be written out of New Titans.

Slade in Nightwing (1996)

As Dick tries to apprehend an out of control Man-Bat, Slade shows up to do just that with tranquil darts, shooting Dick too in the process (#17). Dick learns that Slade has been contracted to capture Man-Bat alive and knows Slade doesn’t work cheap, so he and Barbara figure out who Slade has been hired by.

Dick ends up fighting Slade on a boat, treading barbs throughout, and ultimately taking Slade out long enough to escape with Man-Bat (#18).

While Dick’s working at the BPD, Dick one day comes home to find Slade in his apartment (#79). Slade reveals that he’s searched him out because he has a contract in town. Dick and Joey were such good friends, Slade feels it’s fair to tell him. Dick asks for the name of Slade’s target, but Slade hasn’t come to betray all of his cards, he’s simply trying to make a deal, so Dick stays out of his way. Dick considers calling for backup, but there’s no one he wants to put in Slade’s path.

During his police work, Dick sees Slade again and goes after him. They have a short confrontation in which Slade reiterates for him to stay out of the way, but Blüdhaven is Dick’s city, he’ll protect everyone in it. Slade threatens Dick and shoots when Gannon Malloy, Dick’s partner at the BPD, draws a gun at him. Dick saves him but gets shot in the arm (#80).

The Batfamily visits him at the hospital, and Dick asks Cass for help with Deathstroke. She fights Deathstroke and retrieves a disc from him that reveals who the target is (#81).

Dick succeeds to save Amy from Slade’s first attack, fighting Slade until he takes advantage of his injury. Dick tells Amy to run, stating Slade won’t hurt him. Even though Slade implies that he will, Slade doesn’t further fight Dick, going after his target instead. Dick ignores his own safety to attack Slade in close proximity again. It allows Amy to get far enough away for Slade to temporarly stop his hunt and punch Dick unconscious.

Dick remains by Amy’s side as much as he can, stopping Slade from shooting her by dropping bills on him and fighting him long enough to tell him that Dick s overbidding the contract put on Amy.

Slade responds by saying that he always knew that Dick had a heart (#82).

When Blockbuster dies some time later, new villains want to take his spot and as Dick learns Deathstroke will be the hired help, he considers how he can stop them while Slade knows his secret idenity (#110). Dick hunts down Westbrook to get into contact with Slade. By the time Dick returns home, Slade has received his message (which leads to the famous shower panel) and Slade witnesses how Dick has gotten involved with the Blüdhaven mob (#111). Dick tries to convince Slade that he is one of the bad guys now, but Slade claims he doesn’t have an interest in seeing Dick be a “selfloathing mercenary” now that he has to take care of Rose.

Dick wishes Rose good luck after both Grant’s and Joey’s deaths, and Slade ultimately decides through Rose’s input to let Dick train her. Rose tells Dick she was a nanny to Lian (paradoxially because he knows. He was there in Titans (1999)). They save Sophia Tevis and Rose tells her father, asking him if Dick gets to have a private life from them, which Slade replies to with “obviously not” (#112). 

While Rose and Dick investigate another crime, Slade seeks out Amy Rohrbach, telling her he won’t hurt her because she is permanently off his hitlist. He can still kill her family, though. He is searching for Sophia Tevis behind Dick’s back and confronts Dick with her existence and proof that Dick in fact remains a hero (#113). Rose’s training continues, and while Slade does not trust in Dick’s loyalty, he lets him investigate the villains Slade is currently working with (#114). Slade decides to monitor Dick as he sends out Rose and Dick to hunt Superman. Dick has been given a glove through which Slade can monitor and change his heartbeat as well as hear what is going on. Dick uses the fight to show Rose that the ideology of her father is wrong. 

When Dick is later confronted by Slade, who is threatening to kill him, Dick reveals that Slade cannot kill him for two reasons: 1. Slade killing Dick would cause Rose to betray him and 2. that Slade has always failed to kill him and that it never fails to make him mad. Slade lets Dick go, but knows Dick is messing with something too big for him (#115). 

After Slade betrays Dick, Dick plants geiger counters in Slade’s house and makes sure Rose learns that her father has been poisioning her with the Kryptonite in her eye. Slade and Dick are fighting during the conversation. Slade tries to stay in control of the situation, but Rose ultimately believes Dick, especially when Slade tries to silence him even though Rose wishes to hear what Dick has to tell. Dick makes sure Slade knows he’ll get back at him someday for what he did to Blüdhaven (#117).

Titans (1999)

This Titans story takes place before their fallout. Deathstroke is fataly wounded by Tartarus and goes to the Titans for help. Dick reluctantly offers him a temporary place on the team, but not without putting a tracker on him (#10) and reminding Slade continuously that if he fights with the Titans, he must follow their rules (#12).

Deathstroke brings Dick up while fighting Roy, claiming Arsenal is no Nightwing (#22) and Rose later becomes the carekater of Lian but hardly talks with the Titans on panel.

Teen Titans (2003)

When Slade defeats the Teen Titans by manipulating several young heroes, the original Titans aren’t happy about it. Dick tells Slade to leave (#45). When he doesn’t, Dick and he fight while the other Titans take on his crew. During the confrontation, Slade taunts Dick, but Dick still stops Cass from trying to kill him.

When Slade tells the Titans they’ll never be able to trust Rose and Joey, Dick replies that they have proven themselves and will always have a place on the team. Slade gets away, revealing it was all a test to see if his children will have a good life with the Titans (#46).

Infinite Crisis (2005)

After everything that has happened with Grant, Joey and finally Rose, Slade blames Dick for his misfortune (#7). (The page this panel is from was apparently accidentally erased in the digital version of this issue. It can only be found in the digital collected edition and the print editions.)

Batman & Robin (2009)

Talia hires Deathstroke to kill Dick by letting him take control of Damian’s body. She states that Slade has a “long and eventful history” with the “foolish young Batman pretender”. Slade has waited a long time to get rid of Dick per his own words (#11). Slade wants Dick to know who is going to cripple him, so Talia intensifies the neural bond for Slade to be able to speak through Damian. They are working together because they have both lost their children to the hero community because of Dick.

Damian is resisting the control, which makes Slade unable to do much more than to reiterate his desire to kill Dick. Dick electroshocks Damian, knowing Damian can handle it, but Slade likely can’t because of his enhanced senses making him more vulnerable while connected through the neural link. Slade goes into shock, and Dick later searches him out after infiltrating Talia’s base to give him payback. 

Titans (2008)

Deathstroke makes a deal with Mad Hatter, which causes his group of Titans to cause havoc in Arkham Asylum. Dick, then Batman, stops him from taking an inmate with him (#28). Slade calculates whether fighting Dick is worth it and decides to do so. Dick is still furious at Slade for what he did to Damian.

Dick is forced to let Slade get away to save two Arkham guards but pursues him, getting confronted by the new Titans team Deathstroke is leading (#29). Dick and Roy shortly work together. Dick tries to convince him that he is not a villain, but Slade tells Dick Roy is now on his side.

Slade and his Titans are able to leave while Dick deals with the freed inmates off-panel (#30). Ray Palmer point out to Dick that he is taking the confrontation badly, initially only blaming it on the appearance of Slade, who Dick has fought “more times than any [hero]” (#34). Slade reveals to Roy that he chose him for the team to ensure the League could not act in fear of putting him in mortal  danger. Dick gives the order for the JLA to fall back but both Slade and Roy know they’ll still be pursued.

As usual, Dick and Slade share a snarky exchange before the serious fight begins. Dick leaves Slade to Ray while he engages with Roy. The hero Isis stops the fight because they are in her land. Dick makes it known that they should have killed Slade long ago but retreats with the League, giving Roy hope in the process to stand against Slade’s goal (Titans Annual #1).

Conclusion

Fans who enjoy the Dick-Slade dynamic whether at DC or in fandom aren’t erasing Roy to slot in Dick. Slade obsessing over Dick isn’t a new concept. He grew obsessed because their paths crossed many times over the years, and Dick has ties to all three of his children. Slade never felt obsession toward Roy.

If you want your fanon Slade to be obsessed with fanon Roy, and you want to transform canon moments, go ahead, nobody is stopping you, but don’t pretend it’s canon simply to erase Dick.

And before you all come with the Gar argument: Simply because the Gar-Slade and Dick-Slade dynamics came up around the same time does not mean they are the same. Gar and Roy are mostly tied to Slade through one person (Tara and Cheshire). Dick was initially tied to Slade through Grant (as were the other NTT) and then Joey, but their dynamic transcended that to something much more personal and the groundwork was laid by Wolfman himself when he made Slade point out how much Dick's capabilities remind him of his younger self.

The Slade-Dick dynamic is unique because it was allowed to transform and build-upon with each appearance (except for Dixon's). Enemies turning to frenemies then bitter enemies is not a story usually experienced like this in comics. It happens, but it happens as a backstory or under the same writer, not in real time.

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Howdy! Could i make a request for arsenal Roy harper from young justice?

Lian is adamant that reader is her uncle Roys boyfriend.

Reader teases Roy about it everytime it happens (for this, I'd prefer that Roy is coming to terms with being bisexual, and reader is also bi)

Pairing: Roy Harper x male!reader

Summary: Roy is babysitting Lian when she once again refers to you as his boyfriend. shenanigans ensue

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAA Finally I have written something again and hopefully I will manage to do it more in the next time. I will probably work on my Roy Harper Requests first because...well...he's my husband. Thank you for everyone who's supporting me :3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Roy Harper was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Lian, his niece, bouncing around the room with boundless energy. Well…he called her his niece. At some point he just got tired of the whole ‘Yeah i got cloned and that clone had a child with an assassin’-talk. But he liked Lian. He really did.

"Uncle Roy!" Lian's voice cut through his thoughts as she came to a skidding halt in front of him. "When is (y/n) coming over again?"

Roy raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. He almost hated how easy the mention of you made him smile. "Why, Lian? Getting bored of me already?"

Lian giggled at that. "Maybe! And besides, I wanna show them my new art project."

"Your art project, huh? You know I’m really not sure if (y/n) has time to come by today. You know how busy he is with Uncle Dick and the whole crew”

Of course Roy loved Lian. He loved hanging out with her, even if babysitting was not on his usual agenda. But the thought of you being out there on a mission without him made him…he wasn’t sure. He didn’t like it.

Lian's eyes widened innocently. "He’s there without you? I thought he was your boyfriend.”

Roy nearly choked on the glass of water he had been drinking, caught off guard by Lian's bluntness. At this point it shouldn’t even surprise him anymore. Lian did mention it a lot. He had no idea what made her so insistent that he was dating you.

It wasn’t even realistic considering you were way out of his league. (he would never say that outloud)

"Well, Lian," and of course in that exact moment you had returned to Will’s apartment because who are you to say no when the little girl begs you to come by. Roy was hoping you hadn’t heard anything but his hopes weren’t high. "I don't know about being Uncle Roy's boyfriend, but I do like spending time with him."

Lian's face lit up with excitement. "See, I told you!" She pointed at Roy, triumphant. "I knew it!"

Roy rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a warmth creep up his cheeks. "He said he likes hanging out. He also likes hanging out with Dick and Will and Kaldur.”

You chuckled and draped an arm around Roy's shoulders. "He’s right, Lian. Cut your uncle Roy a break. We’re just good buddies.” you looked over at him, giving him a quick wink. “Even though I do like hanging out with him the most.”

Lian rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly unconvinced. "Sure, just good buddies. Like I believe that."

Roy groaned playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You just chuckled. “Wonder who she got that from.” he lightly hit Roy in his side with your elbow. “Surely not from Roy Harper who never manages to keep his mouth shut.”

“Hey!” He gave you a playful pout.

“To be fair, Will isn’t better so it might just be the Harper gene.”

“Oh wait, I can show you the picture I drew!” Lian grinned and skipped out of the room, leaving you and Roy alone. 

Roy sighed, looking at you with a mix of exasperation and affection.

"You know, one of these days, she's gonna get it into her head that she's some kind of matchmaker."

You laughed, leaning in to bump your shoulder against Roy's. "Well, can you blame her? She's got a great judge of character. Can’t blame her for wanting me in the family either. Do you have like…arrow family game nights"

Roy's gaze softened as he met your eyes, not being able to hold back from giving you a soft smile. "You're something else, you know that?"

You winked again. “I’m gonna take this as a compliment, Arsenal.”

The way you looked at him made his heart skip and it was hard to deny that he had some feelings towards you. 

You knew of course. Or at least you thought about it. You were the last person to just assume Roy’s sexuality especially after the guy apparently had been frozen on ice for some time and now had to pick up on all the stupid shit you do as a teenager. 

Like figuring out your sexuality which you thankfully already had behind you. And you were really glad about that. Because you know how hard it is. Especially if you have literal world ending scenarios to worry about.

He opened his mouth to say something when Lian raced back into the room.

“Here, Uncle (y/n)! Look!” she said and held up a piece of paper to you.

Roy leaned over your shoulder to also catch a look at it. His breath hitched in his throat.

It was the usual colorful and stickman drawing you would expect of a small child. It took you a few seconds but you eventually managed to recognize the figures in the picture. The small one and the big one were Lian and Will. There were Oliver and Dinah, and Chesire on the other side. And on the far left of the drawing were two figures that were unmistakably you and Roy, holding the others stickman hands and having a few hearts drawn around each other.

You moved to kneel down in front of Lian. “This is really beautiful.”

“You like it?!” her eyes were basically glowing.

“We like it, right?” you looked up at Roy.

Roy was a bit speechless for a moment, hoping no one was able to see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Yeah…yeah it’s nice.”

“Yay!” she excitedly started jumping around in a circle.

That’s when you heard your front door open. “What are we being excited about?” Willa asked while walking in.

“I draw (y/n) a picture! He likes it!” Lian said with a wide grin, running over to her dad.

“Really? That’s–” Will stopped when he looked at you and Roy. “...are you two crying?”

And you were TOTALLY NOT getting really emotional over the child’s drawing of you.

“No.” both you and Roy said at the same time.

“...ooookay” Will slowly nodded. “Well..eh…thank you for babysitting, Roy.”

“No problem.” Roy awkwardly looked at you.

You looked at him at the same moment before looking at your watch. “...I know this really great Italian place. Hungry?”

“Are you paying?”

“Aren’t you using Ollie’s credit card? Isn’t he like a billionaire?”

Roy looked at you for a moment. “...good point. Let’s go.” 

With that Will watched you two leave the apartment after you both said goodbye to Lian.

“...they are going on a date, aren’t they?” he looked down at Lian.

“No. They are just very good buddies.” she giggled while going back into her room to get another picture she drew for her dad.

Will just decided not to question it.

[mstrickster]

What's a secret talent that each side of your ships have? Like, is one of them good at card tricks or is secretly a really good artist?

Batfam:

This fandom was very hard because most of these people are super people. Therefore, They are good at a lot of things, it’s kinda apart of the job. The secret part was what threw me.

Jayroy: It may be just me, but I feel like Jason can play an instrument really well. Now I am not talking a guitar or something rock related. I am talking a violin or piano. I say this because It probably had to take a little bit to enroll him in school or in a nearby school. So, I could see him being at home for a little bit and just bored out of his little mind. However, he is a resourceful kid so he soon found the library. And because Wayne Manor is Wayne Manor, they probably have a piano or some other instrument in the library. They’re just that extra. That or Jason was extremely bored home alone and asked Alfred if he could teach him something. So, Alfred taught him to bake and to play the violin. For Roy I feel like his secret talent would be singing. Especially since nobody probably expects it. However, I could just see him singing a lullaby to Lian and just having the best voice. There are only a few people in his life that I’ve ever heard him sing besides her. Jason probably and I could see Dinah also being someone who he sung for. As well as a few members of the Teen Titans. Probably not the guys because they would rag on him, but Donna and Kori would be super sweet about it.

JonDami: This one was a hard one because of Damian. He was very forthcoming with his talents when he entered Bruce's life. I can’t see Damian ever hiding his talents. That is unless it’s something that he thinks his family would shame him for. Especially with Dick and Bruce, Damien really strives for their approval. So, I can’t see him doing things they don’t approve of without hiding them. Now I don’t believe he would ever do anything truly terrible because he is a hero. However, I can see him doing risky things that they wouldn’t approve of. Like he is very good at daredevil activities. So, his hidden talent would probably be an extreme sport or activity. I could see him being a rock climber. One of those climbers that will try to one up themselves all the time. To the point where he’s hanging off a cliff trying to get to the top of a mountain. It isn’t truly dangerous because he does have Superboy on speed dial so to speak. However, Bruce and Dick would be horrified. Jon is hard as well. However, after some thinking I could see his secret talent being something involving speaking. His parents are news reporters, so he is very eloquent. Also, his mother is Lois Lane so I could see him being very good at debating. He would use his reporter skills to dig up information and he would just annihilate his opponent. His mother would be so proud.

Timberkon: For this trio I think they are very multitalented. Mainly because there are three of them. For Bernard, I can see him being a master hustler. He is so good at bluffing and playing dumb. He doesn’t even need someone to support him, he can make do just by playing other people. The funniest thing is no one believes that he is doing it on purpose. For Kon I can see him being a baker. He is being raised by Ma and Pa Kent, so he probably gained those secret family recipes. He got recipes that only Clark, Ma and he knew. He can also taste a dish and tell you what it needs just from taste. For Tim this was a hard one because I don’t think he is the most guarded out of the group. However, after some thought I think he would do really well at gaming. Any kind of gaming. He strikes me as the type of person that can break down a game to its core elements and beat it easily.

Birdflash: I keep hoping these will get easier as I go on however, they just keep getting harder and with that intro let’s talk about Dick. Now he is the oldest child so he is probably very good at a lot of things. However, I am going to base what I think is secret talent is on his upbringing. Due to the fact that he grew up in a circus I feel like his secret talent would be crafting or like resourcefulness. Dick strikes me as the type of person who could MacGyver his way out of any situation. He is quick on his feet and is usually thinking one step ahead. Also given his upbringing he could also be a survivalist. I know this doesn’t make sense in the DCeased universe but that’s what I’m going with. Moving on let’s talk about one of my favorite speedsters. Wally is a hard one because again he doesn't strike me as anyone that would feel the need to hide their talents. Not because he’s overconfident like Damian but more because he just doesn’t see a reason to hide them. However, if he did have one that he wanted to hide I feel like it would be something useful. Therefore, I think his secret talent is sewing. I say this because I feel like his clothes would get ripped and torn and worn down a lot because of how fast he runs. Therefore, he would need to know how to mend them at any given time. I know he has Iris but she’s not always available, so I feel like he had to learn it to just help himself out. That or I could see him knowing how to cobble and fix shoes for the same reason.

StephCass: For Stephanie I feel like this is not so much a hidden talent as it just is unexpected. For me I think her hidden talent is her intelligence. She is probably so much smarter than everybody thinks. Now I say this because first of all her best friend is either Tim or Barbara. Now I’m not saying you have to be smart to have a smart best friend. However, I feel like Tim and Barbara were drawn to her for her quick thinking and smart mind. Also, her father is a super villain, she has to be intelligent to know how to stop him. However, it is a hidden talent because she’s often overshadowed by those that more openly show their intelligence. Despite her upbringing Cass strikes me as a very gentle soul. Therefore, I could see her secret talent being something that is helpful to animals or plants. I would go with gardening. Her skills in seeing things the way she does would be super helpful in plant parenting. She also could find it a nice break from her other more strenuous hobbies. Also, it is cute to imagine Alfred noticing her skills and setting up a little plot for her outside.

The Mighty Ducks:

Banksway: So, I want to start with Charlie. I could see his secret talent being cooking or baking. He probably had to cook a lot as a kid if Casey was taking a night shift. Therefore, I could see him developing his true skill with it. However, it’s not something he really focuses on so people don’t realize that he’s actually good at it. I feel like Adam is the one who’s good at cards. I say this because he probably had to attend a lot of stuffy events growing up. Where his only entertainment would be something small like a deck of cards. I could see him playing with his siblings and just destroying them. He likes to play dumb though, so people don’t think he’s good at all. That is except for poker he cannot play poker to save his life.

Gerreau: Guy is the fashion expert of the group. He has a way of putting together outfits that are just so perfect. He strikes me as a person to be able to look at somebody and knowing the event they are attending and find the perfect outfit in no time flat. In fact, in the future, he probably is Connie’s stylist because he’s just that good. Connie strikes me as somebody who is very good at a lot of things. So, I could see her hidden talent being something that she is able to use to benefit herself. Therefore I would say it's probably either public speaking or speed reading. We know she goes on to be a senator and both of these would extremely benefit her job.

Tammy/Fulton: Fulton strikes me as a craftsman. Like he likes to work with his hands. He is probably very good at making things from furniture to like little knickknacks. Like I could see him having a workshop at home where he works on his construction layouts as well as other projects. For Tammy I feel like she would be very good in a fight. Like she strikes me as somebody who understands how her body moves and could take down somebody twice her size. Like you want her on your side in a bar fight.

Wudoza: This is another one that was hard to think about. I could honestly see Kenny being the one who can do magic tricks. He strikes me as kind of an only child and my headcanon is he actually lives with his grandparents. Therefore, I could see him picking up magic as something to do when he was bored. It’s also a positive way to fuck with people without the risk of them getting mad at you because it’s magic how can they get mad at you for magic. Now I chose Luis’ hidden talent just because I think it would be funny. Even though he can’t stop I feel like he would be very good at balancing. Like unless he’s directly running into something I feel like he’s very good at keeping himself upright. He could probably also rock a balance beam. Again, I don’t have any backing for this I just think it’s funny.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

TW: Mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, yandere themes, angst

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You know, I always imagined that it would be me who wouldn’t get to come home to you and Lian. That the worst outcome I could have imagined at the time would inevitably happen and I would die to some crook or villain on the job no matter how hard I fought. I feared the day I wouldn’t get to hold the two of you in my arms again, to feel your warmth, to be able to be with my happy little family ever again. That’s where my mind would always go, but I never once considered that it would be either you or Lian that I would end up losing in the end. I wouldn’t let myself be eaten alive by that thought because I would never let that happen. Ever.

But it did. It fucking did and I couldn’t do a damn thing to keep it from happening. I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t do anything as you lay dying in my arms. I felt your warmth slowly leave you. I heard your shallow and labored breaths until they finally stopped. I watched your life fade from your eyes. And I experience it all over again and again every time I close my eyes. No matter how hard I try I will always be reminded of the moment I lost one of the most important things in my life. The reoccurring feeling of helplessness, the hole in my chest, the emptiness that now consumed my entire being; none of it will ever go away. Not even going after the person who killed you could ease any of my anguish. It didn’t take away from the feeling of having my heart ripped out of my chest every time Lian cried out for you, asking where you were and when you would come home again. It didn’t do a damn thing but give me something to take my frustrations and guilt out on, and even that didn’t last long.

I can’t begin to explain how hard it’s been without you, how much I haven’t wanted to continue living without you. If I could I would end it all just to be with you again but I can’t leave Lian behind. I can’t do that to her and I know you wouldn’t want me to. I have to stay for her, make sure she’s taken care of first and foremost, then and only then could I not feel guilty about doing something so selfish.

I know I have to stay strong, especially for my daughter, our daughter. I need to keep going for her. I need to keep fighting for what remains of our little family, but the fight in me is getting weaker and weaker the more time passes. My will is slowly waning to the point of giving way and that selfish part of me just wants it to hurry up, to let it all go and be able to end up where I want to be.

But I have to remind myself it’s not about me, not now. Where I want to be isn’t where I need to be and that has to be my focus. And it will be. I will continue to fight, to live for what’s left of our family. I promise. And when the time is right we’ll be reunited once more, together again but until then please continue to wait for me. And just know that I’ll never stop loving you, my heart will only ever beat for you and Lian. Nothing will change that. No one ever could either.

Always Yours,

Roy

[arkhamslvts]

hi hi the same dilf roy harper anon here…

hear me out. roy wouldn’t do anything for weeks until one day he just snaps. taking you against the counter, while shushing you to say quiet because you just put lian down for sleep.

OHHHH YEAH ANON ABSOLUTELY

you’re a nice babysitter, you go grocery shopping and take lian to the park and make nice dinners. on top of that you’re stunning, you’re smart and you smell like vanilla and coconut, and roy noticed immediately. but he always tells himself it’s wrong, it’s not appropriate for him to try anything, you’re there to help him with lian, nothing else.

but fuck, it’s summertime, it’s warm out and now you’re wearing sundresses and shorts and roy just can’t handle it. so when he comes home late at night to see you in the kitchen, tidying up in that tight brown sundress. he snaps. kisses to your neck, your hand in his hair, and then a hand clamped over your mouth “shh.. angel.. gotta be real quiet.. don’t wanna wake her up now”

and then maybe you’re a little more than lian’s babysitter.

[sarcasticbambi]

Enchanted Chapter II

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Marinette has decided. 

Jagged Stone should never, ever be allowed in another of these Wayne Galas.

If he’s normally difficult to handle by himself, then he’s absolutely insufferable now that he has company that eggs him on!

Now I understand why Penny almost begged me to come…

Not only does she have to take care of Jagged on a daily basis as his manager and long standing friend, now she also has to reign in his childhood friend because lord knows what would happen if they were to be left unattended…  

Honestly, Marinette was expecting more from this Bruce Wayne guy. Jagged talked her ears off about how amazing of a friend he is and all his accomplishments and the work he does for charity and the community. Even Penny joined in saying how great he is.

But, so far, all she’s seen of this guy is him drinking his brains out along with Jagged and making themselves look like fools.

And none of his sons seem to be around to reign him in either. be it because he’s like Jagged and can’t be reigned in, or they just don’t care enough to do it. 

Hopefully they aren’t as bad as he is at these events…

Now that she’s done the whole “introduce to the childhood best friend” part of her duties as her honorary Uncle’s plus one, she’s going off and as far away from these “grown adults” as possible. 

Maybe I’ll be able to find the gentleman from the balcony - ahhh - what are you thinking, Marinette?! 

She had removed her mask while in the corner she found in the garden - wearing a mask all night long is tiring and restricting, even if she insists on using it to keep her identity secret until she feels comfortable sharing it with the world. 

She wasn’t expecting to turn around and make eye contact with the gentleman on the balcony. It was quite a distance from where she was, but after years of being Ladybug, all her senses have been greatly amplified - eyesight included - so it came as no surprise when she managed to make eye contact with him, if only for the fact that it allowed her to see his beautiful green eyes.

Maybe Kagami IS right and I do have a thing for green eyed men…

It’s such a pity that it was a short encounter, being interrupted by Luka calling her back inside to meet the famous Bruce Wayne.

Stealing one last glance his way, she placed her mask back on and turned around.

Now, after having complied with her duties as a plus one, she’s basically free to do whatever, and she’ll take advantage of that and try to find the mysterious green eyed, ginger gentleman. 

Maybe mingling with the socialites of Gotham would help in finding him

The thought made her shudder, but for some reason something told her that she needed to meet him. And if there’s anything the Kwamis Guardian training has taught her, it was to trust her instincts, and right now, they were SCREAMING at her to at least find out his name before the end of the party.

The reason? She did not know, but she also did not completely mind it.

So, with a new mission in mind, she left off to find him.

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After dropping Lian off at the kids section, Roy moved to the bar hoping to find Jason.

And if he paid more attention to the people in the ballroom in search of the midnight haired Garden Fairy, no one needed to know.

“Who are you looking for?” Jason said, startling him out of his musings.

“Wow, are you ok dude? What got you so distracted that you got startled by that??”

He was so lost in his mind that he didn’t even notice he’d reached the bar and Jason had approached him. 

He’ll never let this go if he knows that I got distracted over a woman

“Sorry, I was just thinking about having to leave Lian alone” please buy this, please buy this. Roy knew it was a losing battle, but he could at least try, right?

“Yeah, yeah. dad of the year award and all that bullshit, congrats. I mean who’s the woman that got you distracted like that, you idiot.”

“It’s not-”

“And don’t give me that crap. I know you Roy, you can deceive yourself, but you definitely can’t lie to me. The only reason other people fall for it is because they’re either not trained like us, or they don’t know you. Now spill them beans bitch.”

“Fine.” and with a long sigh, Roy explained about how he found a Fairy out in the gardens and how he felt like he absolutely had to find her again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- I’M SORRY- HAHAHA- A FAIRY! A GARDEN FAIRY HAHAHA! you’ve definitely been playing too many fairytale fantasies with Lian!” Jason said between gasps of breath while trying not to die of laughter. 

Roy knew that this was coming, but it was just ridiculous. Come on, he’s a dedicated dad and “Garden Fairy” was definitely the most suitable of names for the beauty in the middle of the well cared for greenery!

“Haha, we got it, it’s hilarious! Are you going to help me find her or not?” Roy rolled his eyes when Jason was still gasping for breath and trying to stifle his laugh at the same time, which wasn’t exactly working.

“I’m sorry, haha, I will! Of course I will! Just thinking about the last time you got laid makes me want to cry for you, so of course I’ll help when you show interest in a woman for the first time in almost 6 years now. She could be the one you know!”

insert deadpan look “Are you for real now Jason? And I’m the one playing too many fantasies with Lian? What about you and your romances? Aren’t you sticking your nose too far into the books at the newest book store around the corner of that one safe house?”

“Hey! Those books need to be read. They’re masterpieces that you’d never even imagine yourself to be able to understand. The sentences are immaculate, the plot is well plotted, no holes in a single chapter. The reading is so smooth it’s like laying on a bed with brand new silk sheets, it’s-”

“Ok nerd, I got it! You like reading them and I’m an idiot who will never get it, now get your romantic brain to work and help me find her”

“Alright, alright. Bossy much?”

“I heard that.”

After all the bickering, both men turned and discretely glanced at the crowd while making short conversation, looking for Roy’s mysterious Garden Fairy.

It took a bit, but finally, his eyes found her form. For some reason, she was now wearing a red, black and gold mask that she wasn’t previously wearing in the garden, and that may have contributed to how long it took to find her.

She was talking with a family that owned some sort of textile company in Old Gotham, but her eyes were glancing around the room, seemingly looking for something. Or maybe someone.

He didn’t like alluding himself, because it could not be true, and the disappointment would be too much to handle. But she really seemed to be looking for someone, and each time she failed to do so, he could see her nose scrunching - even with the mask - and the disappointment was clear in her bluebell eyes.

He was begging every entity to have her eyes meet his, and it seemed his prayers paid off, because not even a second later, her eyes landed on his. He saw recognition flash through them and a bit of pink took over the part of her face he could see. He was happy to see that reaction on her, it meant that she wasn’t completely uninterested as he had feared she would. 

He started moving towards her and hoped he could convey in their conversation with their eyes, just how fascinated he was to have found her in those gardens earlier and that he would like to know more about her.

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Marinette saw the ginger gentleman from the balcony move towards her, and from his eyes, she could tell he was just as interested in finding out more about her as she was about him.

So, turning away from the prospective business partners, she moved towards him, eventually standing only a couple feet from each other almost in the middle of the dance floor. 

Glancing at the people already waltzing, she turned towards the ginger gentleman, an invitation clear in her eyes.

He took a step closer, hand reaching out for hers, and in the smoothest voice she’d ever heard, he asked her for a dance.

She placed her gloved hand on his inviting one, and that was all he needed to pull her closer and start the waltz that would change their lives.

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[scourgeofgotham]

♡ trophy ♡

part two

warnings: kidnapping, noncon vibes, manipulation

word count: 2500+

"You're gonna be her new mother..." he whispered, you were still a bit shocked by the whole situation. He had a daughter… Roy was looking at you with happiness in his eyes.

"I have a daughter... She's three years old and she's the sweetest girl ever," he said with a smile, "You'll love her." He placed his hand on your cheek.

“She needs you to take care of her, I can’t do it all by myself. She needs a mommy, and you’re so kind.” He kissed you, “and caring.” He kissed you longer this time, “you’re so good at cooking and baking.” He mumbled against your lips, he pulled away and smiled at you. “I remember all of those amazing baked treats you made for me.” He recalled, back when he was apart of the titans. “You’re gonna be a perfect mother for our children.” He grinned. “Now, will you come with me and forgive me?”

“I’m not going to forgive you Roy,” you whispered. You couldn’t forgive him, you weren’t gonna give in this easy. He was shocked. He was holding his breath for a moment. "What?" he asked, he looked at you with pure shock on his face.

"Please... I can do anything for you to forgive me, baby." His words were filled with desperation. “No—You tried to kidnap me, I slit my throat to escape you,” you whispered. He was speechless. He stayed quiet for some time before speaking. "Baby, no... You don't understand."

"I loved you and I still love you." he whispered. He took a deep breath, he was ready to beg you. "Baby, please forgive me... You're everything to me."

“Lian needs you…”

“If you don’t come with me willingly then I’ll take you by force…” Roy whispered into your ear. “You don’t have to stay here… I can take you back to Star City whenever I want.” Roy threatened.

Your eyes widened. You didn't want to come with him. "P-Please, no," you whispered. You were scared, and so worried too. You hugged yourself tightly, you were still feeling scared. "D-Don't do this..."

Roy seemed nervous after you refused to go with him. His hands were shaking and he was breathing a bit harder. "Come with me, babe," he said, "We belong together."

“No…” you whispered.

"Why not? Please, come with me," he begged. "I'll give you everything you want," he promised, "Anything you need, honey. Just... Just please, come with me."

“You’re just going to take me by force… You might as well do it,” you whispered. “You don’t care about my feelings.” You looked at him. “I’m not willingly going with you.” you sternly said. He seemed a little sad at hearing your response. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks and he was trying to force you to look at him.

"Please, angel," he said, "We are meant to be together. I know everything happened so fast, but... You're my everything, darling."

His hand reached out towards you and it moved your cheek softly. "Don't make me do this, babe... Don't make me use force to bring you back. I want you come willingly.”

“I’m not changing my answer.”

He was filled with sadness and disappointment, this was so disappointing for him. He placed his hand over your mouth, to make you stop. "You belong with me, Angel," he whispered. "We belong together, we do, babe." His grip on your mouth was tight. You tried to shove him off, yet there was no hope. He was getting more aggressive. You tried to shout and ask for help, but his hand was over your mouth. He was so tall and big, you couldn't push him off. "You're going with me, you have to, baby," he whispered in your ear, "You belong to me." You were trapped underneath him.

His grip was incredibly tight over your mouth, you felt a bit scared. He was breathing heavily and you were struggling. "You're mine," he whispered, "You belong with me." He started to kiss your neck, his voice filled you with fear. He pulled something out of his pocket— a needle. He stuck a needle into your neck and injected you with something. He took the needle out of your neck and got off of you. You felt incredibly dizzy and your body felt so heavy. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and you felt like you lost the strength to talk or do anything. He started to take out your iv and got you prepared to leave. Roy was smiling, he felt happy thinking about the fact that he was finally gonna get his angel.

“You're all mine now, angel." he whispered, "Now... Now we can go home..." You could hardly keep your eyes open. He picked you up and he was ready to take you to the car. You were so tired, you felt weak and everything seemed blurry. Your eyes were so heavy and there was no way you could stay awake. You fainted in his arms.

He opened the door for your room and lookes around before making his escape with you. He carried you through the emergency stairway exits. He made sure to stay out of visible eyesight if one of the medical staff caught him— it would all be over. He left the hospital with you in his arms, he was taking you back home. There was no way you could stop him or run away now.

He placed you in the passenger seat of his car and buckled you in. He started the car and started his trek across the country to Star City. It was late in the night and the streets were incredibly quiet. There didn't seem to be anyone around and Roy was very pleased by that fact. He finally got you after so long. He was just thinking about what he would do with you when he got you back to his home. First he had to make a few stops, then he would start driving to Star City.

After several hours, you finally woke up. You looked around, confused and scared. Roy was driving and he looked in your direction. "Glad to see you're awake, angel." He smiled softly.

“Where am I?”

"You're travelling back home with me, babe," he said. He looked at your eyes and your mouth. "And don't worry, you'll have to get used to your new life, but soon enough you'll be incredibly happy." he said with a smile. "You belong with me, Angel." he whispered. Your stomach immediately grumbled. “How many days has it been since the night at the park?”

He stayed quiet for some time, he was thinking what to tell you. "You want to know how many days it's been?" he asked. He couldn't lie... But he wouldn't tell you the truth either. "A couple of days, Angel," he said. He had an innocent look on his face and it looked as if he wasn't gonna tell you any more than that. You realized you weren’t wearing the scrubs the hospital staff placed you in anymore. You were wearing a matching grey sweatsuit. He noticed you were eyeing your clothes and he chuckled, “I had to get you something comfortable to wear, plus we won’t look as suspicious. Hope you don’t mind me changing you, Pumpkin.”

You groaned as your stomach grumbles once again, “Can we get some food?”

He looked in your direction and he gave you a small smile. "Sure, babe, you can have anything you want." He stopped at a fast-food restaurant and he started to get out of the car. "It'll take a minute, just wait for me here, angel," he said, he was about to go inside. He got out of the car and left you in the car, alone. This was your chance to escape. You were still feeling a bit weak and you hadn't had the chance to realize what's going on.

You saw him opening the restaurant's door, he was completely oblivious to the fact that this was your chance to escape. He closed the door behind him and you were now alone. You had a few seconds to make a decision. You heard his phone buzz and it took your attention away. He left his phone in the car… You picked it up, it was Dick…

You put the phone in your ear and remained quiet, you were hoping he wouldn't hear your voice.

"Roy? Are you there?"

“Roy. Did you take my little sister? She disappeared. Her doctors called Bruce and told him that she disappeared after recovering from her throat being slashed. You were her only visitor.” Dick stated.

You froze at hearing those words. Dick was looking for you?

All of a sudden you see Roy coming back to the car. You immediately hang up and put his phone back. Roy opens the car door, and smiles at you. “Can you hand me my wallet, Angel?” He reached out. Your heart was racing, you were terrified at this moment. You handed his wallet to him, your hands shaking tremendously. “Thank you, Angel.” He smiled. He grabbed his wallet from you and closed the car door, and went back inside.

Before you could think of getting out of the car and running away he was already walking out of the restaurant. He got in the car and handed you the bag of food. “Let’s go find somewhere nice to eat.” He smiled. He drove to one of the parks in the area and parked his car, overlooking the beautiful greenery.

"Are you okay, baby? You look worried.” He caressed your cheek. “I’m okay, just hungry.” You whispered. "Hungry?," he laughed softly. He placed a hand on your leg, he was looking at you. "Did you miss me, Angel?" he said, his tone was so sweet and he sounded so innocent. He loved how naive you were at the moment. "You gotta try the burger from here, it's delicious, babe," he told you as he reached inside the bag. He took out the burger and he was giving it to you.

"Say Aaaah!" he asked you in a playful tone, he was trying to get you in the mood to eat. You giggled and took a bite. You swallowed and took it from him. You looked down and saw he got a milkshake as well. He smiled at your laugh. Roy's mood immediately improved, he was feeling happy again.

You thought to yourself, maybe he will make a slip up if you were showing him the affection he craved…You needed to make him think that you were falling for him. You got up from your seat and slid over onto his lap.

You looked incredibly cute and he was feeling even happier when you got closer and got on his lap. You leaned against him. "You’re adorable, angel." he grinned.

"No one is gonna take you away from me," he whispered. You finished your burger. He took your trash from you and put it in the now empty fast food bag. His arms snaked around you, you started to melt in his arms. You were so close to him at this point... You could feel his heartbeat and you could feel his hand caressing the back of your head.

"My angel..." he whispered softly, he felt happy being so close to you. He was caressing your face, and he was feeling so lucky to have you in his life. "Are you comfortable, angel?" he asked, his lips were so close to your ear. You nuzzle into his chest and nod. You were starting to feel some love for him…

He was running his hands through your hair, you couldn't stop smiling. You felt the love for him, the feeling was beginning to grow inside of you. He had gotten exactly what he wanted... And it made him incredibly happy.You got off of his chest and looked at Roy, if only he had revealed his feelings for you normally… If he has just dated you… You started at his lips and just wanted to kiss him.

He was waiting for you to look at him like that... He wanted your lips on his lips because that's what he desperately wanted. You couldn't stop the feelings from growing inside... You couldn't stop what you both felt for each other. Your lips were finally on his and he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. You kissed him. You kissed him. You kissed him.

He had been waiting for that moment and he was incredibly content with the outcome. You both couldn't take your lips off of each other and the moment felt so perfect. It felt like a fairytale. The way he kissed you was so soft and loving and you felt so safe in his arms.

You willingly kissed Roy, and it felt sooo good. His kiss was rough and passionate, He moved you, so you would straddle his legs. Roy’s hands running up and down your thighs. He was breathing heavily, Roy felt like he was falling in love with you. Your kiss was making him feel so happy and so excited, he felt like a happy boy. He held you close to him. He started groping you ever so slightly.

You felt safe with him and that was something you had never felt before. You were making him crazy and he felt like he couldn't control himself when he was near you. His hands were moving all over your body and you couldn't control it anymore. You were getting more and more into him, you couldn't stop your feelings...

His lust started taking over and the thought of you being so needy on his lap was enough to make him lose control. He just couldn't stop himself now, his entire being was filled with lust and passion, he just wanted to feel you all day and night. You felt his fingers running over your clothed pussy, making you shriek. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.He was kissing you so passionately, like it was his first and last kiss ever.

He kept kissing you slowly and passionately, his hands were touching your body in all the right places. Roy's hands started caressing your body and he was feeling so happy being that close to you.

He didn't want this moment to ever end...

He kept kissing you, he felt so much love for you. It was a love that he'd never felt with anyone else before... You were the perfect girl for him... And he wouldn't allow anyone to take you away from him. He pulled away from your swollen lips.

"I love you, angel," he said.

He moved your hair away from your neck. "I love you, Angel," he whispered while biting your neck ever so slightly. “Roy…” you pushed him into the driver’s seat and got off of him. You were panting heavily, you didn’t think he would take it that far…

He was panting as well, you were both so out of breath. Roy was trying to get his breath back, he was trying to calm down for a few moments. "I needed this, to feel you as close to me as possible..." he sighed sweetly.

“C’mon, your daughter is waiting for us…”

[belle-of-a-time]

Because the rot consumes here’s

Batfam-Soul Eater AU

Bruce is a weapon and he’s a gun. And he fucking hates it like Despises it

Talia turned him into a death scythe but lord death never makes him transform. He’s just a strategist and a teacher now.

Talia is a witch but she hid it until after she made Bruce a death scythe.

Also Bruce’s like honor code is a little different here since “no killing” is kinda silly when the only reason the academy exists is to kill kishins he thinks A: everyone is constantly teetering on the edge of madness all the time. And B: it is a moral failing if you succumb to the madness. Which is why he didn’t go after the joker after Jason, because doing so would have been giving in to the madness.

Dick is a meister

He bounced back and forth between Barbara who is a grappling hook and also a meister and Kori who is some sort of lava cannon or something.

Barbara got Severely hurt during a fight while wielding Jason and had to stop for a while. She’s back at it though, helping Bruce as a strategist and as like “Mission Control” Bruce is guiding her to take over for him someday.

Dick now fights with Wally who is his like electric escrima sticks because speedster=lightning in my mind.

Jason is also a gun but he thinks it’s Very cool. Barbara was with Jason when they were assigned to take down the joker who is a kishin egg. He killed Jason and severely injured Babs.

Jason was revived by Talia because obviously, using the black blood and he was overtaken by the madness for a while before being pulled back towards sanity by his friends.

Hes partnered with Roy now who Does have A daughter Lian. Teen pregnancy stuff. You get it.

Tim is a meister. He can resonate with anyone but he really struggled to find a weapon he really clicked with. So he fought by directing his soul wavelength for a while.

He met Bernard who is a bo staff and they clicked and are now partners.

Steph used to fight by herself using a non person weapon, no one is really sure where she got it. But now she and Cassandra are partners and No One but Steph and maybe Bruce and Barbara know what kind of weapon she is all anyone can tell is that she’s something small, she can also see soul wavelengths.

There’s a good chance though that when you see Steph alone that Cass is actually transformed and concealed somewhere on her person

Duke is a weapon who fights alone (like Justin law) I don’t know what kind of weapon but it’s something weird and COOL he’s got to be really super cool. It definitely glows and he can like “enchant” (not really the word I’m looking for but it works) it with his soul wavelength to like resonate/boost his own attacks.

Duke is the closest to becoming a death scythe of the batfam.

Damian is PISSED that he wasn’t born a weapon. He really really wants to be a death scythe, so it bums him out that he can’t.

I think it’s really funny if he Is actually a weapon but he’s even more repressed than Maka so literally no one knows.

That or Talia tried to ensure he’d be a witch and it backfired somehow and locked away his weapon transformation instead.

He’s partnered with Jon who is a sword

Damian is absolutely determined to make Jon into the youngest death scythe ever

Jon does not particularly care either way he definitely wants to become a death scythe but isn’t super bothered by timeline but if that’s what Damian wants god damnit he’s going to try his best!! Jon is very Tsubaki core to me. They are the tsu/blackstar combo of the batfam.

Back to Jason, Bruce understands Jason’s struggle with the madness and just really really wants his son to talk to him but he never ever gives ANY indication that he’d react well or even Want to talk to Jason about anything. Especially when he keeps reacting so high and mighty and preachy when Jason is Worse at dealing with the madness than anyone else.

Other—non batfam—headcanons

Clark and Lois are a death scythe/ meister combo In that order. They’re off doing shit constantly and Kon ends up basically taking care of Jon most of the time.

J’onn is a teacher (also a weapon) at the academy in my mind the like struggle with madness is split off onto Bruce but the like rest of stein is in J’onn mixed with Sid’s like dad energy.

J’onn is the teacher that Everyone goes to for advice about basically anything.

Also J’onn is a weapon who can change form like Tsubaki can but he’s got A Lot more forms. He can see wavelengths. And attack with his own wavelength. He’s basically super overpowered but he hardly ever has to fight.

Barry is a death scythe nuff said

All of the like magic users in the justice league including aquaman because… fish. Are witches

Zetanna’s witch form/animal form is a lion because she gives me ringmaster vibes? Idk.

Constantine’s animal form is the wettest saddest rat you’ve ever seen. It’s also huge. Also he is Literally trading off pieces of his soul and he looks SUPER freaky to anyone who can see souls

The main villain of the arc is the league of assassins. Run by witches. The academy and the justice league witches team up to take them down. They’re trying to turn the joker into a full blown kishin using the black blood which is a stand in for the Lazarus pits. I’m thinking like full on Pits of the stuff and everyone has to donate blood to the pits every time they walk past. All these assassins are Covered in self inflicted cuts so they can donate their blood.

When people displease Ra’s they get bled out into the black blood. Like draining an animal style. So ominously hanging over the pit by the ankles bleeding out into it are like a lot of bodies. And in the center in like a cage half submerged in the blood is the joker and they bring him all the souls after the people bleed to death.

They do kidnap J’onn at some point, also Tim, and Bernard, and idk Lian for the drama

So rescue mission! Also kill the joker! Is the main finale.

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 11

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: panic attack | 8k includes: aftermath of bombing, cooking w jason and lian, hurt comfort, xbox w roy, jayroy smut, ANSWERS- FINALLY! (maybe ;p)

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 11: Bambi | ao3 - wattpad

A few days later, they get you everything you've asked for, along with your favorite ice cream and two bottles of Moscato. You roll your eyes when you see the latter, picking up the post-it-note attached to them that reads, ‘drink responsibly ;p” 

Fucking Roy, you shake your head and close the fridge with your hip. 

At the very least, you're grateful you won’t have to go grocery shopping for them again.

The past few days, they'd been in and out with Damian, but either Jason or Roy would stay with you and Lian when the other left.

You hate and love being doted on like this, but mostly you just hate that you need this much protection. A bombing is a serious matter, after all. God, what kind of sentence is that? You snort humorlessly to yourself as you take in your odd predicament.

It seemed someone had bombed your apartment with the intention of killing you, but who'd want to do that? It's too targeted to be random; you know that much, but none of your digging has brought anything up so far.

It's you and Jason today. He's currently FaceTiming Roy with his headphones in, seemingly talking about possible leads on what happened. The police hadn’t even reached out for a report or anything, which was more disturbing and led you and everyone else to believe the cops had already been bribed off, but by who, exactly?

The cards are stacked against you and all you can do is sit by and watch.

“How long did it take the two of you to get through this shit?” You hold up the piece of paper you'd written for them toward the camera so Roy can see what you're talking about. You're seriously impressed they’d managed to get everything you need. 

Roy shoots you a Cheshire grin through the screen of Jason’s phone. “Babe, I’m flattered you think I got you that shit. If you let me loose in a store, do you really think I’d get anything remotely close to what you put on that list? No, ma’am, shit was all him,” He points directly into the lens. Roy then turns to the side with a smirk as he looks off-screen, giving you a drool-inducing view of his cutting jawline. Meanwhile, Jason blushes at being caught. 

“You still remember what ice cream I like?” It’s more of a statement than anything because you really can’t believe it. 

He looks at you, actually looks at you and it catches you completely off guard, “You practically lived with my family. Of course, I remember.” 

His deep green eyes meet your own, making it seem as if all the years have been torn away like wrapping paper. Aside from the one night in the dark of the moonlight, when was the last time you’d been able to look into them like this? No, you don’t want to remember how long it’s been. 

It's like a constant game of tug of war. 

One moment, you feel like you have a handle on the situation enough to understand what's going on, then they'll say something or do something that flips everything on its head.

You sleeping in their bed, the domesticity of the entire situation, Jason remembering your favorite shit… But there are still too many walls, too many unsaids and unanswered questions, coupled with the fact that you still somehow feel like an outsider.

Eventually, answers will have to surface. 

“If that’s all it takes to impress you, you might want to up your standards.”

Always back to humor.

You give a light smile and focus back on Roy on the screen, who's squinting in the sun. You can tell he’s trying to shade the screen because his fingers keep accidentally blocking the camera. 

Jason and Roy go back to chatting about their days and Lian when a thought occurs to you.

“How are you guys going to fuck if I’m here?” Jason spits out the coffee he’d just taken a sip of while Roy hacks similarly over the speaker. 

“Jesus, princess,” Roy wheezes and looks around, shaking the camera in the process.

“What? I’m quite literally sleeping between the two of you and I doubt you get much alone time as it is with a kid.” They're too busy staring dumbfounded at you to respond. “Seriously! It’s a genuine concern. I already feel so imposing.”

“Again, you’re not imposing,” Jason nudges you, forcing you to look up at him. “Seriously.”

You nod and look at Roy, who’s wearing a shit-eating grin, “What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m just thinking about you thinking about us fucking,” Your face scrunches up in disgust but offer nothing further because, hell, that was what happened- how can you deny it? “Oh, this is good,” Roy snickers and you feel him looking directly at you as if he were in the room. “This is so good.”

“Can you just shut up for once?” You huff with a roll of your eyes. You look over at Jason when you feel him tense against you. “What?” A quick look at Roy shows he’s in the same flustered state. “What’d I say?”

“Nothing,” Jason manages and keeps his focus completely on Roy, whose shit-eating grin only continues to grow.

“What are you two about to get up to while I’m gone?” His eyebrows wiggle up and down animatedly until Jason quite literally hangs up.

You throw your head back and laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole to your boyfriend.” You watch together as Roy spams Jason’s phone with numerous failed FaceTime attempts on top of chains of crying and broken heart emojis. “Holy fuck, never mind. I understand now.”

It’s Jason’s turn to laugh as he shoots Roy a quick ‘love you’ text before silencing his phone.

Before he can hide it, you manage to catch a few of their previous messages and try to make sense of what you see. ’Two Face,’ ‘bomb’ and ‘organization’ stick out to you, but Jason’s quick to shield it from you as soon as he catches sight of you looking. 

You sheepishly glance up at him for being caught, “I take it you have some info?”

“Like you haven’t already been doing your own research,” His eyes narrow slightly at you as he analyzes your reaction. 

You merely shrug. Of course you’ve been using your skills to look around for some kind of paper trail, but so far, nothing has come up.

“When the time comes, we might need your help.”

“What does that even mean, ‘when the time comes?’” You huff in annoyance, “You know, I’m getting pretty tired of this back and forth and vagueness. Do you have information or not?”

“No,” He lies easily.

You turn away to prevent him from seeing the tears that begin to well up.

Why does everything have to be so confusing? So forbidden, yet feels somehow obtainable at the same time. It's a constant game of tug of war in the cruel purgatory you've been trapped in with them for five years.

Jason says your name, “Look at me.” You remain turned away, but your thighs still press against his on the couch. “Don’t be a fucking brat about this. It’s for your own good- for your safety,” He tries, no pleads, but you refuse to listen. 

“For my own good? Fuck you,” You turn back around with a push of your finger into his firm chest. “I’ve been doing shit on my own, by the way, for as long as I can remember. I don’t need to save me like some white fucking knight over shit that I know I can handle just as well.” It’s hard to miss the intensity of rage behind your eyes. “If anything, there’s no ‘might. You will need me.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Your name is hollow on his tongue as it pierces you with a calculated coldness. “It has to be this way.”

You curse but allow him to turn your head easily. You stare into his tender gaze, leaving your stomach to swirl as your fucked up game of tug of war continues. "You're no martyr, Jason." 

He ignores your jab, eyes searching yours for something you don’t know how to give him. “I can’t see you hurt again.”

It’s so simple and yet rings out deeply in your aching chest.

You frown, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Sure, the street thugs, coffee shop robbery and apartment bombing have all been scary, but the Wayne Gala with the Joker all those years ago is what he always seems stuck on.

He leans into you, tracing gently at your throat where the lunatic had carved your scar, his calloused fingers tickling you in their wake. Your eyes flutter into a half-lidded gaze as his eyes rise from the patchy scar to your lips. 

“There’s always some reason,” Your voice is a whisper in the quiet of their living room as it trails off. 

The coffee machine bubbles and whirs as it brews, but aside from that, neither you nor Jason seem to know how to break the awkward silence that currently resounds.

“Some reason for what?” His low voice reverberates in a gravelly tone that has you shifting uncomfortably in arousal.

Some reason we can’t be together.

Some reason we can’t be open with each other.

“Nothing,” You shake your head and lean in further, testing just how close he'll let you get. “It’s nothing.”

His eyes start to close as yours do. It helps you momentarily forget how fucked up this entire situation is for Roy as you both lean in. You tilt your head first and he follows in a slow, meaningful dip that steals your breath away. Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as you meet his approaching warmth with your own, allowing your eyes to slip shut just before your lips meet.

Are you dreaming?!

“Tell me you want this,” His gruff voice fans temptingly across your mouth.

Instead of responding, you keep your eyes shut, allowing your eyelashes to flutter against his cheeks, “I never took you for an idiot, Jason.” 

“Oh, really?” You feel his eyes on you.

“How much more obvious could I be?” You slightly open your eyes, backing away, but he quickly pulls you back in. His gentle hands caress the sides of your face before gently resting his forehead against yours. “Hell, we’ve been like an Austen novel ever since you screamed at me all those years ago.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He chuckles lightly, “‘M sorry about that, babe.” 

“No, I know,” You reassure him as you search for something, anything to stop you from finally closing the distance. 

It’s Lian’s loud whine, though, that ultimately pulls you away from each other as if you’ve both been simultaneously struck by lightning. 

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” She tramples over to the couch and plops down with crossed arms between the newly created space between you and Jason.

You nearly choke at the same time Jason says, “Woah.”

You look at each other as her words sink in, then quickly look away with burning cheeks that match Jason’s own. His eyes follow you as if waiting for a response, but how are you supposed to know how to do something like that? 

It isn’t like Jason's correcting her or anything. Is it your job to? 

You get up and go to the kitchen in lieu of a response to start searching for something to make, all while Jason’s large presence follows behind you like a shadow. 

“You’re actually going to cook for once?”

“Don’t make me regret it,” His voice is still low and thickly coated in arousal. You feel yourself clench around the steady supply of slickness that had accumulated from your intimate moment together on the couch.

You open their fridge and bend over slowly, accentuating your ass on purpose as you arch down towards the bottom drawer to pull out a shit ton of sauces and the fresh ginger and cilantro Jason had gotten for you. Meanwhile, he turns on the stove. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Lian comes up to tug at your leggings. “Can I have pizza, please?”

“Lian, you’re killin’ my Thai vibes.”

“Was Thai?” She wrinkles her nose at the ingredients in your hands as you dump them on the kitchen island. “Is it good?”

You nod and lift her up onto the island to help you add the liquid ingredients into the stock pot. “Especially because you helped make it, right?” 

“Oh, yeah,” She nods proudly at Jason as you hand her a spoonful of oyster sauce to add. “I’m a soup chef.”

You smile and flick her on the nose, “Sous chef.”

“Yes, soup chef,” She looks at Jason very seriously as she takes the lemon grass stocks next to her and dumps them into the pot. “It means I help cook.”

“You’re a very good soup chef, then.” Jason takes her tiny hand and places it under his bulky, scared one as he helps her scoot the ginger and onions he’d just cut in with the rest of the ingredients, “That’s a good girl.”

You blush at his praise and turn around to focus on preparing the chicken, but you feel Jason’s heavy gaze on you. You have half a mind to turn around and flip him off, but think better of it if only for Lian. 

He knows exactly what he's doing.

“Thank you, daddy.” 

He chuckles lowly as you refuse to meet his gaze and moves the pot from the kitchen island to the stovetop, sideling up right next to you.  

Much to your chagrin, it appears like he has no plans of letting your flustered state go unnoticed. You feel his body press against yours, relishing in the shared contact like the touch-deprived heathen you are.

He looks down at you with a light smirk as you press further into his immovable muscular form. You’re both pushing into each other’s sides when the door clicks open and Roy walks in. 

“Oh damn,” You and Jason look over to Roy at the door, but your mouth quickly drops at the sight of Roy in a tank top and low-hanging sweats.

It’s only as he sets down his duffle bag that you notice his towel strategically covering his prosthetic.

Why won’t he just show it to you already? 

Does he really think you're so shallow that you'll think differently of him?

He smirks. Instead of the usual cheeky one, it borders on wicked. 

He watches as you follow his every movement and lifts up the hem of his shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face to tease you. It seems that Jason’s annoyed ‘tch’ only spurs him on further because he then shoots a coy wink your way.

“Where were you at again?” It comes out more breathy than you’d like, but holy shit is he putting on a show. 

“Gym?” He tries while you openly continue to eye up his glistening muscles. Eventually, Jason’s seen enough and flicks red curry paste on your nose.

“Hey!” You reluctantly rip your eyes from Roy to whip around and smack Jason across the face with a huge splash of soy sauce.

He snickers as he wipes at the remnants of your assault. “Fuck you, babe. That's for hitting on my boyfriend.”

“I was not!” You insist as you hurl the leftover ginger root at him, but he catches it easily and throws it back at you. “Ow!”

He looks you over smugly, “Never use a weapon against someone you wouldn’t want them using back on you.” He remarks smartly as Roy grabs Lian out of the line of fire with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jason slips across the kitchen on leftover soy sauce but uses the momentum to trap you against the counter. “Next time, I’ll be sure to throw the cilantro instead-OOF!” You exclaim as he runs into you, practically knocking the wind out of you in the process.

He chuckles darkly, refusing to let you out of his grasp.

You know it’s Jason and that he’s just joking, but the laughter, coupled with the feeling of being trapped, causes panic to spill to the surface.

You try to laugh, but it comes out as a pained breath. Jason quickly senses something is off and searches the depths of your eyes for confirmation that you’re not all there. You try to swallow the panic down, but it traps painfully in your throat and only furthers the intensity of your shallow breathing.

“Sorry, little bird,” You tense in his hold. His eyes narrow immediately as yours go out of focus and your uneven breaths increase.

That name.

The last time he'd used that name on you had been all those years ago. You’ve definitely been caught off guard by it and it puts you back in a really vulnerable place.

Jason disappears from your frantic view as the past takes over the forefront of your vision. Unwanted memories of Joker’s scarred, bloody smile that showcased his vile teeth with every maniacal crack of his laughter slam into your skull. 

Your hands find their way to your head in a fruitless effort to stop the thoughts as you smack back into the counter ledge behind you.

Jason’s concerned hold around you dissolves into the deranged henchmen. You feel your eyes go wild as you struggle wildly to get out of their overbearing grasp. They're too close. Your throat tightens to the point it feels like you're drowning for air and your uneven, shallow breaths quickly turn into erratic gasps. 

Your hand absentmindedly raises between the little space between you to soothe the tingling ache that spreads from the top of your scar to the bottom of it. Jason follows the motion easily and removes his arms from around you, but it’s too late. Your vision is already closing in.

You panic after having staved off the nightmares for so many years by burying these memories deep down. 

Not deep enough, you guess.

Roy, having safely deposited Lian on the couch, runs back into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the shift in mood. The redhead uses both of your distracted states to grab the soy sauce and lemon juice to douse you both with a mischievous chuckle. 

“FOOD FIGHT!”

In your distorted state, it only adds to the horrors that are already bearing down upon you. 

The lemon stings your eyes and the raw skin on your throat where you’d been scratching. All the overwhelming sensations boil over until you’re screaming and falling to the floor with your head in your hands.

“Woah!” Roy instantly drops the bottles. They clatter to the floor as he rushes to your side, though the crash against the tile floors only spurs further hysteria. Your chest heaves as another wave of panic punches you square in the stomach.

You can’t breathe.

Somewhere in the haze of your perturbed thoughts, you hear Jason tell him to back up. It forces you to remember that, yes, this is Jason’s voice and yes, you're still in his and Roy’s kitchen and not in the confines of the manor’s cabinets.

You desperately suck in the scent of Jason and Roy, along with the fragrant soup on the stove and whatever shit Roy had spilled on you, before you're finally able to come back to the present moment.

You’re hugging your legs to your chest as you pathetically cower against their island cabinets.

Joker’s laughter fades from your head, leaving a resounding pounding in its wake until you’re left with the stark quiet of the real world.

The boiling pot and Lian’s worried coos are the only sounds that fill the room. Lian sounds closer than if she were still on the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to move any part of your body just yet to check.

“Hey, hey!” You feel Roy and Jason’s hands grabbing your own. You look up at them quizically only for your face to morph into terror at the sight of blood spilling from your fingernails. 

“I didn’t…” You shake your head worriedly and touch lightly at your neck to confirm that, yes, you’ve just scratched your scar raw. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Jason insists, slowly reaching a hand out toward you. “It was my fault.” Your stomach clenches at the memory of what he called you. You visibly wince as you fight against the memories that threaten to come back. They back off again and you feel like crying, no, wait, you are crying. “Find your anchor,” At his words, you force your eyes to stay on his. He nods when he sees you focus on him and brings a finger underneath your chin in a comforting manner. “That’s it, come back to me,” Jason says your name and you have to force yourself to regulate your breathing again.

All you can do is repeat sorry as tears splatter onto your huddled knees. 

Roy returns to your side. It's then that you notice Lian’s absence and cry even harder. She 's probably traumatized and it’s all because of you. All you can do is repeat sorry as they clutch you against their sturdy chests while you crumble to pieces. 

Jason murmurs against your right ear while Roy coos against your left, both rubbing light circles against your back. You allow Roy to pick you up and immediately nuzzle against his freckled, still sticky neck from remnants of his workout. Roy deposits you onto Jason’s lap and you waste no time curling into his neck, which smells a hell of a lot better than Roy’s. 

He comes back with a med kit and hands it to Jason, “I’ll be right back. I need to check on Lian.” You visibly pout, not missing the pitiful looks they send your way. 

You hate it. Hate that they can see you so vulnerable, no matter how many walls you put up, while they both remain surrounded by fortresses.

Your bottom lip quivers under their careful concern and soon enough, you’re forced to shove your head into the crook of Jason’s to stifle your sobs. You’ve done enough damage to that little girl already; she doesn’t need to hear you wailing, too.

Again, the only words that seem to make it past the thick lump in your throat is, 'sorry' as your tears and snot steadily leak onto Jason’s shirt. Nevertheless, Jason pulls you tight against him and lets you cry it out.

Eventually, your pounding headache overcomes your ability to cry and you sit there sniffling until Roy returns. "Sorry for being such a crybaby."

“You aren't a crybaby,” Jason assures you.

“You’ve even said it yourself,” You lamely remind him of what he’d said after the manor party. 

Roy chuckles fondly at the memory, but you cut it off with a single, pointed glare in his direction. He puts his hands up in faux surrender and starts playing gently with your hair. You can’t help but melt into his delicate touch.

“That was about Bruce, Joker is a different story,” Jason points out, all while watching your interaction with a tender gaze. “Listen, neither of us are mad at you, so you can stop with all of the apologies.”

You don’t recall much of eating, let alone how the Tom Kha tastes as your body floats through the motions. You want to will away the remaining tendrils of terror the Joker holds over you, but they refuse to relinquish themselves over your thoughts.

“I bet you’re drained. Let’s get you to bed.” You allow them to lead you to the bathroom, drifting weightlessly behind them in the auto-pilot-like haze your body has shut down into.

You don’t even bother with your routine as you strip from your clothes and gratefully accept the t-shirt Roy throws your way. You take off your underwear with little shame and throw it in their hamper before slipping into their bed in between them.

You ignore their widened eyes as you shamelessly curl into Jason’s firm chest, leaving their eyes to widen even more. Roy quickly gathers his bearings and moves to attach himself around your back like a leech. This is how you all end up falling asleep. 

•••

The light filters through the large window in their room and you hiss at it as you curl further into the body next to you, breathing in their addicting morning scent and moan.

“Mmm. Good morning to you too, princess.” 

You crack open a tired eye to see Roy’s lazy smile coupled with messy red hair splayed out against the pillow you're sharing.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Roy.” 

He snorts, drawing you closer to his chest, which you easily let him. From this close, it’s easy to ignore the aching remains of your pounding headache from last night. You feel the remnants of nausea from your episode, but you don’t want to worry him with anything.

You whine when he gets up and motion for him to carry you, “Jesus, you’re just as bad as Lian.”

You roll your eyes and laugh when he comes up to pick you up bridal style. 

“Thank you,” You reply earnestly, knowing you only would’ve made a fool of yourself if you’d gotten up with your legs feeling as unsteady as they do.

Roy carries you past Jason, who’s playing dolls with Lian on the floor, to set you down on the couch before plopping down next to you. You lounge on the couch, half watching as they play some sort of Barbie gladiator brawl Lian had created and half spacing out until.

Eventually, Jason sets the Raquelle doll down and makes to leave.

“I need to go over some stuff for work, so I’m going to head out,” Jason says as he stands, brushing imaginary dust from his jeans as he does so. “Is that okay?”

You startle when his eyes meet yours, drawing you from your thoughts. 

“Me?” You ask unsurely, looking at him in confusion. “You’re asking me?”

He shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but you see right through him, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You startle slightly when he walks over and leans down to embrace you. You’re barely able to return the gesture before he heads off to get dressed as if nothing had even happened in the first place, leaving you completely stupefied.

This? This is something you could definitely get used to.

The entire day, much to Lian’s chagrin, is a never-ending downpour, effectively eliminating any hopes of hers to go to the park like she’d been begging about ever since two days ago. It's all for the best, considering you hardly have energy left after last night and your body will hardly cooperate as is. Eventually, Lian gives up on toys and cartoons and snuggles you extra hard. 

Meanwhile, Roy starts up a game you’ve never heard of and offers you the controller, “Wanna play, babe?”

As a force of habit, you automatically look around for Jason to see if he’s heard but quickly remember that it’s just you and Roy. You smile lightly, rejecting the controller in favor of cuddling into his side. He allows you to easily, even going as far as to draw you closer to his side when he maneuvers his arm to be around you while still being able to play.

You and Lian watch Roy in sleepy silence as he fails the same boss fight six times in a row before you shift with a tiny laugh and grab the controller, “You’re not paying attention to your health and you’re shi-sucky at dodging. Give me this thing.”

“Sure thing, princess,” You blush as he continues to stare at you even after you’ve unpaused the game. “Are you feeling any better?”

You bite your lip, content to focus on the virtual battle at hand while escaping from your internal battle until Roy asks. You allow yourself to get lost in the game just a bit longer until Lian squirms against you to face you with an exaggerated pout face that rivals your own from the night before.

“Hey! Dad asked you a question!” You try to stifle your giggle at her sleep-ridden, slightly slurred sentence, but she hears it anyway. She furthers her pout by crossing her arms petulantly.

“You’re right,” You pause the game to pet her hair gently before turning your head to face a grinning Roy. 

He still has you trapped with his arm around your shoulder and uses the position to gently drag his prosthetic finger in tantalizing, nearly ticklish circles. You couldn’t get any closer to him unless you were actually sitting on top of him, which didn’t sound awful at all, yet you fruitlessly tried to close any remaining gaps between you as you squirm your side further into his warmth.

“Good,” She pokes you in the stomach and you flinch slightly at the pressure. “Now tell dad you’re sorry.” 

You look from her to Roy and internally curse as your cheeks heat up.

Roy’s shit-eating grin is enough to have you rolling your eyes, but your blush speaks volumes as to how you’re actually feeling about the situation, “Sorry, Roy.”

“Who’s Roy?” Lian squints at you like you’re slow. “That's dad.”

Roy snorts and you’re two seconds from beating his ass, but you appease Lian nonetheless, “Sorry, dad.”

“How sweet,” Roy coos your name and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up and over to meet his gaze. You gulp lightly. 

Your eyes flicker from the deep green of his eyes all the way to his red, blush-stained lips.

“Do you ‘cept her apology, dad?”

“I do,” His voice rasps lowly as it fans across your face, which is now mere inches away from your own.

“Good,” She huffs. You feel her settle back into your side, but you're entirely focused on Roy. “Now answer the question.”

“How old are you again?” You joke.

She settles back into your hold and motions for you to continue.

“I’m tired and still scared and tired of being scared… So it’s just a lot. It’s hard to talk about s’all.” You mutter out the last part, wanting desperately to get back to the game, but Roy takes the controller from your hands before you can.

“Remember when you said being scared is normal?” You groan when Lian throws your own affirmations back at you. You don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a difference between being a toddler robbed at gunpoint and you, a grown-ass woman who still can’t get over something from years ago. “I love you,” She says finally. 

At her unexpected admission, you and Roy share a quick glance with each other, leaving her to fret as if she's said a bad word. Roy pauses his game and focuses his attention solely on you and Lian next to him, leaving you to blush under his watchful green eyes. 

“I love you too,” You uncurl partially from Roy’s side to draw her to you in a half hug. “Now, come nap with me.”

“No, naps are for babies.” She giggles as she attempts to flee from your arms. You only put up a little fight before letting her run across the couch to the opposite side.

“Hey! I’m not a baby.” You hold up your hands like she’s forcing a secret out of you, “All I’m saying is that Superboy loves naps.” 

She stops suddenly in your grasp and you know you have her.

“You don’t know that,” She insists petulantly but crawls back into your arms, anyway like she can't decide if you're lying or not. 

You’ve never really hung out with Roy alone and it's nice to know that, even after all these years, it isn’t awkward at all. Even if most of the day has been spent in silence, Roy still manages to make you feel at ease. It's incredibly endearing, though you’ll never admit it out loud. You find yourself truly basking in your time with him and Lian.

You don’t know when you doze off, but a particular booming thunder startles you from your nap. You nearly snuggle back into your sleep when you hear two sets of snores harmonizing above the sound of the torrential downpour outside. You shift, stirring Roy from his sleep.

He shoots you a questioning brow as you untangle yourself from the two sleepy Harper’s to stand. 

“I need to shower,” You whisper and lean over his slumped form to absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. 

You try to ignore how easily he leans into your touch, how delicately his red lashes flutter closed against his freckled cheeks, but you can’t. In fact, it’s all you can think about as you go through the motions of washing and drying yourself until you realize you’re naked in their room with the door unlocked.

You quickly get dressed in a pair of shorts and a random t-shirt you find folded on the dresser that smells intensely of some sort of woodsy cologne before returning to the living room. You easily snatch the controller from Roy’s grip and take over with a challenging smirk. “What?”

“You,” He flicks you roughly on the nose, “are lucky my etai yazi is here and I can’t curse.”

“Whatever,” You stick your tongue out at him only to gasp as he grabs it. “Heh! S’not hair!”

“What was that, princess? Something about it not being fair? Didn’t quite catch that.” It’s his turn to smirk as he leans in, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yeh, a weal puthy,” You jest back.

He erupts into a fit of laughter and you manage to free your tongue in the process, but he grabs hold of part of the controller, “You’re still annoying as ever, I see.”

You huff, securing your grasp on it, “Yeah, same to you.”

“Cliche,” He smugly tugs the controller towards himself.

You tug it right back, “Roy, it’s touché.”

“Oh,” He sheepishly ruffles his hair. “Well, touché touché then!”

You giggle lightly, watching as his face softens at the delicate noise, “That’s not even how it works!” 

He snatches the controller from you and springs from the couch to get away from your grasp. He holds it above your head, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of jumping for it like he’s undoubtedly waiting for. Instead, you stomp his foot, effectively bringing the controller back down to your height. relinquishing his hold on it. You quickly grab it and waste no time racing back to the couch where Lian, who's managed to sleep throughout the whole ordeal, is still snoring.

“Not fair,” He whines as he rubs soothingly at his foot. “You played dirty!”

“What other games do you have?” You ignore his pain in lieu of moving to crouch in front of their TV stand. You make quick work of flipping through the disks you see, but nothing catches your eye- that is, until… “Oh, no way, you have Skate 3?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Roy rubs his face mirthfully while he watches you bend down on all fours to reach for the game that's stuck between the wall and the console.

You finally manage to grab it and stick the disk in and try to crawl backward when Jason walks in to see Roy seriously eyeing your ass and joins in. “Damn.”

You startle at Jason’s deep voice, hitting your head on the shelf you’d been reaching under in the process, “Shit!” You want to absolutely disappear as you're forced to wiggle backward until your head is clear of the offending shelf. You stand up as soon as you're free of the damned TV stand. 

“You good?”

“Mhm,” You nod a bit too quickly and bristle when they start to chuckle. “Shut up.”

“Daddy!” Lian rushes up to Jason, who lifts her up into a spin. You catch Roy beaming out of the corner of your eyes and feel a pang of longing in your stomach. “You got us McDonald's?”

Lian scurries off with her happy meal with an excited screech that you can’t help but laugh at.

Roy ruffles her hair as she rushes by him before going over to kiss Jason. “How was work, baby?”

Jason set down the greasy bag of food on the counter. “Unproductive.”

“Oh,” The sound of disappointment in Roy’s voice matches the look on Jason’s face. “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. Same shit for me too; don’t forget that.”

You nod, knowing the feeling. Or, well, at least you think you do from what you're picking up on.

In the stress of the last day or so, you’d completely blown off one of your gigs. Even though shit was hitting the fan and you technically didn’t have an apartment, you know you'll still probably be forced to pay out the remainder of your lease. Plus, it's not like you can just force yourself on their household and become another financial burden to them when they already have Lian to look after. 

Hell, you're already taking up space in their literal bed. You can’t not help out financially if you continue to live here but damn… You're going to go broke. 

It's a fear of yours after having lived with thieves. It's the whole reason you went to college and graduated early- you can't afford to be like them. You won't allow it. And yet, here you are, neglecting work.

“Why is our daughter playing Skate of all god-forsaken games?” You follow Jason’s gaze to the couch, where Lian is poking at the controller with half an apple slice half sticking out of her mouth.

“Lian, do a kickflip!” You snatch a sandwich out of the bag and go over to where she’s randomly mashing the buttons yet somehow nailing the moves. 

You all finish dinner quickly and they disappear off into the room while you finish the skate competition you started before yawning. It's definitely time for bed. You slump down to the floor to turn off their Xbox and follow after them. 

At first, you don’t notice anything as you go about rifling through one of their dressers for a sleep shirt. You still don't notice anything when you toe off your panties and throw them in the hamper. It’s only when you’re checking if the coast is clear to slip off your shirt that you hear it.

Jason’s soft, needy moans, Roy’s satisfied grunts alongside the slapping of wet skin together.

No fucking way.

You think about Roy’s rosy, damp skin from the other day and can’t help the moan that escapes. At the realization that the only thing between you and their naked bodies was a singular, thin wall, you bite your bottom lip.

You feel your clit throb in response to their escalating noises and know that if you’re about to do what you’re thinking about, you better do it fucking quick. 

You already feel close as the memories of your previous session in this room flood to your mind while the real sounds play out from the bathroom next door. The image of Jason bottoming for Roy while your shampoo and body wash still pollutes the bathroom only spurs on your imagination that they want you, that they're doing this on purpose, that it isn’t just an obsession.

You force yourself to move in time to their audible thrusts, not even bothering to cover up the obscene noises sputtering from your mouth the closer you get.

Their rhythm picks up and you tremble as you force yourself to follow along with the toe-curling pace. You know it's only a matter of time before the pressure building icily in the heat in your lower abdomen releases.

“Fuck me,” You hiss as you quite literally think about that.

You know you’re completely fucked when Roy’s voice cracks pathetically around Jason’s name, echoing for your pleasure as it bounces around the tiled room.

You're still coming down from your high when they emerge nonchalantly. You quickly close your legs together when you hear Roy ask if you're in the room.

“Oh, damn,” Jason says. The sight of your trembling form on their bed is all the answer they need.

“I guess you guys did figure out how to fuck with me here,” Roy drops his dumbfounded look and the towel he's rubbing his hair with to chuckle in disbelief. 

Your face flushes as he openly stares over the naked expanse of your legs tangled in their sheets. You tug the hem of Roy’s t-shirt you borrowed but realize quickly that it hardly covers anything anyway and release it in favor of covering the scar you’d bloodied earlier.

This apparently pisses Jason off. “What would you say to me if I covered up my scars?” He raises a pointed brow at the action, joining you on the bed in only his boxers.

“Why would you do that?" You stare at him quizzically as if it's obvious, which, for you, it is. "They look hot.” 

He draws back, seemingly dumbfounded that you've said such a thing. 

Hell, even you're surprised with yourself as your hand subconsciously smacks itself over your mouth as a barrier to prevent any further stupidity from leaking out.

“Told you, Jay,” Roy says smugly.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Roy gulps under the sudden heat of your eyes, “Hiding your fucking prosthetic from me like I’m some shallow bitch.”

You look down at your hand in betrayal. Wasn't it atop your mouth to stop the bullshit from spewing?

It's Roy's turn to look completely baffled, “That’s not what it is at all, princess.”

“Well then,” You begin fiddling with the covers, “seems like we’ve all got our shit then, so leave me be.” You huff but still pull Jason close to you. You're glad when he doesn’t put up a fight as you draw the covers over the two of you.

You feel the heat of Jason’s cheeks as he blushes, drawing him into you while pressing yourself against his boyfriend. You lightly nudge Roy to put his arm around you to cuddle, which he obliges easily. 

You fall asleep with the remains of your orgasm coating your inner thighs.

•••

When you wake up in the middle of the night, both sides of the bed are cold and completely empty. In your sleep-hazed panic, along with the scalding memories of the attacks over the past few days, your first instinct is to check that Lian’s safe.

Your feet quietly carry you across the hall only to find her dead asleep in her bed. You move to close her door softly and go back to sleep when you hear a window latch from the main room. 

You tense, freezing as you wait for further noise and, when none comes, you race back to the master bedroom to look around for a weapon. You know these motherfuckers are strapped, but where would they hide it? You quickly find a loaded gun, rolling your eyes when you find it nestled amongst a shit ton of lube and dildos in Jason’s nightstand. You force yourself to push their earlier session in the shower from your head as you wield the gun. 

A gun would definitely do a lot more damage than a ginger root… Jason's words of warning come to mind while you survey the hallway, ultimately finding nothing.

The foreign weight of the metal serves as a constant reminder that you have absolutely no idea how to wield the damn thing.

Your hands shake slightly as you gather the courage to check around the corner, only to immediately retreat. You only barely manage to withhold your terrified gasp as you press yourself against the hallway wall at the sight of a giant shadow moving across the living room.

Shit.

Your breathing halts without your permission.

There's a groan, then a voice shushing.

Your eyes widen owlishly. There's two of them?

Your head slowly peaks around the corner to confirm that, yes, there are two men in the apartment.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Oh, motherfuckingfuck.

You steel yourself, realizing you're going to have to confront them sooner rather than later.

Does the universe really want you dead this bad?

You see the first man fiddling with the lamp by the couch and figure that, while his friend is still hanging halfway through the window, this is the best time to make a move. 

The first man's back is to your position and you soon realize that now's the time to attack. You use the darkness as your cover, avoiding the squeaky spots on their hardwood floors as you traverse behind their various pieces of furniture until you reach the end of your cover.

It's now or never.

The dude looks to be well over six feet tall from where you stand, but you won’t let his height nor your semi-naked state phase you. You’ve dealt with worse. Much worse... You shake your head, dispelling your spiraling thoughts in order to ready yourself for the attack.

You manage to muster up the courage as you avoid the last weak spot on the floor. You press the loaded gun into the dude’s back just as he flicks on the lamp.

The light clicks on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the scene unfolding in front of your very eyes. It's only then that you’re actually able to make out your attacker’s features.

Red Hood.

You gasp at the realization, cursing yourself instantly when his head snaps your way.

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” Red Hood robotically tones while holding up his hands in lax surrender. You don't falter, keeping your aim steady on his back, even going so far as to press the gun further into the leather of his jacket.

“Or just in general might be nice,” You retort deadpan as you position yourself in a way that creates a buffer between the two men and the hallway. “Just because you’ve saved me doesn’t mean I won’t cap your ass for breaking and entering, buddy.” You nod at the man who's still hanging halfway in the window and halfway out, “I’m talking to you too, arrow boy.”

He groans again, whether in pain or embarrassment, you aren’t sure, but it’s enough of a distraction for Red Hood to flip around and disassemble your gun before you can even realize it’s been taken from your hands. 

You stare up at him, completely shocked and, deep down, a bit turned on.

You’re weaponless and Lian’s door is the first door in the hallway.

Okay, no. Not turned on- you're scared as fuck. Who are you kidding?

“We’re not here to hurt you.” He pushes you lightly down on the couch and, in your shock, you let him. 

You remember your outfit choice too late and quickly tug the hem down over your crotch as far as it'll go, but whatever he’s seen, he’s seen. The damage is done, but, true to his word and regardless of your undressed state, it doesn’t seem like he's going to hurt you.

“Stay put,” He warns and retreats backward toward the slumped-over form of the arrow dude from the coffee shop. You watch as Red Hood lifts the man with some effort, shaking your head when you realize how many questions this is prompting.

“If you’re not here to hurt me, why are you here, then?” 

“You were right,” Red Hood’s warbled, robotic voice sounds against the silence of the apartment while he carries the slumped man over his shoulder, ignoring your question entirely.

You click your tongue in annoyance, crossing your arms as you get up to follow behind him petulantly. Just who does he think he is walking around the apartment like he fucking owns it?

“I know.” But you don’t know; you just like being told you're right.

He makes a robotic noise you assume, no, hope, is amusement as he sets arrow dude down on the kitchen island and turns on the main light. 

You maintain a wary distance from Red Hood as you go to check on the man bleeding all over the countertop Jason had just cleaned. You quickly piece together that it’s most likely Roy, as you’re almost certain that it’s a match to his prosthetic hand. Your revelation still doesn’t explain why Red Hood's here, though. 

“Roy?” You try. He nods, slipping off his domino mask to look at you. Your heart stops beating for the second time tonight. His eyes are wincing in pain and you look down to find a dagger embedded in his thigh.

“We owe you an explanation,” Roy says, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion as to who exactly the 'we’ in this situation is.

Roy and Red Hood??

You look over at the hulking, helmeted man in question quizzically, wishing he’d just up and leave already.

You let the silence of the situation settle over you. 

You look away from his red helmet and take Roy’s prosthetic hand into your own, turning it over in a brief inspection, “Think I’ve heard that one before.” You keep an even gaze on them from the corner of your eyes, “Don’t think I ever actually got one.” 

You sigh as you set his hand back down on the counter, turning to meet both of their stares. 

The vigilantes in front of you seem to cower under your heavy gaze, which, under any other circumstances, would be totally comical, but you can’t ruin the hold you have over them when you have them right where you want them.

They aren’t getting out of it this time; you're going to make sure of it. 

Your mind is already racing with speculations and connections after Roy’s vigilante reveal. Soon, your conspiracy-like theories quickly spin from your head and into an audible, verbal mess.

“So if you’re arrow dude…” The wheels are turning so loudly in your head that you don’t even hear Roy’s groan of shame. “Then,” Your eyes keep shifting between as your thoughts race around Jason and Roy's matching duffle bags and odd hours. “And then… What?” You thought back to the Wayne family teaching you self-defense. All that bullshit about 'hostage training' was all cover up for... “Wait, no.” And the Wayne Gala, which meant- Damian… No, Bruce, Jason, “No way.” 

You finally come to a conclusion, blinking owlishly at the men in front of you. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

A/N: dun dun DUUUUNN let me know what ur thinking i promise i dont bite :p

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Band-Aids and Ice

Roy waited anxiously at the door, pacing back and forth and shoving the curtains aside harshly causing them to fly up with a flourish before gently falling back into place.  Nox meowed questioningly each time looking up at Roy as though expecting an answer.  "No, I don't see her yet," he growled without looking at the cat who seemed to know his question was answered as he reached up to the low window ledge, resting his front paws on the ledge and looking out the window.

Roy grunted and started his pacing again, pausing only momentarily when he thought he heard Maggie make a noise in her crib. She wasn’t due for another feeding quite yet, but she’d been going through a growing spurt so it was entirely possible she would need to be fed earlier than usual.  He let out a quiet breath of relief when he didn’t hear any more noise. That was at least one less thing to worry about

He stared at his phone accusingly and clicked it on to check his messages again for an update to Marinette's last message.  The message was hardly informative.  It gave just enough information to make him worried and if it wasn’t for Maggie and Lian sleeping peacefully in their crib and bed, he would have gone out to find her already.  But as it was, he had to stand there and wait for her, no more helpful than Nox.

He whirled around when he heard Nox meowing excitedly and scratching at the front door, which finally creaked open a few moments later.  Marinette pushed through tentatively and Roy instantly held out the bandages and bottle of frozen water.  “Bandaids and ice,” he rushed out.

“What the hell happened?”  Panic bled through his voice as he examined her carefully.  She was dripping with sweat, which was hardly surprising in the current ungodly heat that stuck around even long after it had turned dark.  From the front, it didn’t look like anything was wrong, certainly nothing to explain her ‘Fell.  Going to need bandaids and ice as soon as I get home’ text she sent about half an hour into her run.

He awkwardly held out the box of bandaids and bottle for her again, but she pushed past him with a small whimper and a slight limp.  “I think I need to take a shower first.”  Roy nodded.  “Sorry.  Thank you,” she added quietly.  “I just…” she wiped her eyes.  “I need to get this sweat off of me.  It keeps getting in my eyes and the cuts and it hurts… more and…”  She cut herself off with a whimper.  Her eyes looked pained as she held her hands out and searched around for something.

He was next to her in an instant.  “What’s wrong?  What do you need?”

“I can’t… there’s nowhere to…” she whined loudly and pushed her hands against a dry area on her shorts, the pained expression easing slightly as she held them hard against her shorts.  She looked back up at him a few moments later, pain etched deeply in her furrowed brow and pursed lips.  She took a deep breath before pulling her hands away from her shorts to show him.

He hissed sympathetically at the sight.  There were wide, deep scrapes spanning the width of the heels of both palms and now that he looked a bit closer, he could see patches of blood on her running shorts and sports bra where she must have pressed her hands to stem the bleeding on her long walk home.  “Yeah, that looks like it hurts,” he said gently. “What happened?  You were just going for a run.”

“I fell running downhill,” she explained as she made her way to the bathroom.  “My foot caught and my brain kept going ‘fall in the grass, fall in the grass fall in the grass’ but my feet just kept… going.”

Roy hissed louder when he saw her back.  There were bits of grass and pollen stuck on her, but the scary part were the patches of road rash on her shoulder, ribs, and he was sure if he looked a bit lower, he’d see more on her hip.  She turned quickly toward him but followed his eyes and realized what he was looking at.  She craned her neck to try to see her back.  But hissed again immediately at the stretch to her skin.  “Is it bad?”

“You can’t feel anything?” he asked softly. The rash wasn’t bad, but he was sure it would still hurt like hell.

“I don’t feel much of anything beyond my hands right now.”  She stopped in front of the shower and looked at it uncertainly and back to her hands before returning her gaze back to the shower.  “I don’t…” she looked at her hands again, her eyes catching on her ankle for the first time, noticing the blood seeping into her sock from a gash in it as well.  Her attention was ripped back to her hands as a sudden flash of pain struck.  She searched for a place to press her hands to alleviate the pain but everywhere she looked seemed like a terrible idea.

She tried unsuccessfully to wipe the sweat out of her eyes and let her gaze settle back on the shower.  “How am I supposed to take a shower?” she whimpered.  “I can’t…” she looked at her hands apprehensively.  “I can’t wash my hair like this.”  She looked up at Roy.  “Can you wash my hair?”

“Of course,” Roy assured her.  He raised his hands to rest them comfortingly on her shoulder but realized just before making contact that may actually cause more pain than comfort after her injuries.

She suddenly whimpered loudly and glared at her hands.  A sudden realization seemed to come over her and her head whipped toward the door.  “Am I being too loud?  Am I going to wake up Lian and Marguerite?”

“You’re fine,” Roy assured her.  “Their doors are closed, and I haven’t heard a peep since you left.  Let’s get you that shower.  Do you need help?”  He motioned toward her clothes.

Marinette reached down to take her sports bra off but stopped before she got anywhere new.  “Can you…” she motioned toward it.  There was no way she was going to be able to get it off without crying.

Roy smiled softly and helped her take it off, being very careful not to touch the scrapes on her back or her hands.  As soon as it was off, he knelt down and helped her take her shoes and socks off.  He turned the shower on while she slowly took her shorts off, hissing as she pushed them past her hip.  She twisted to look at her hip and winced.  That was definitely a nice example of road rash she had going on there. It was a miracle her shorts weren’t ripped to shreds.

“Let me know how the temperature is,” he prompted, watching her carefully as she stepped in.

Marinette couldn’t hold back the contented sigh as the warm water flowed over her, but the relief was cut short by another pang of pain that shot through her hands.  She pressed her hands against the shower wall, but the relief only lasted a few moments before the pain returned making her whimper again.  The worst part was the unpredictability.  Certain things would cause the pain to flare up pretty reliably, but for the most part the pangs were random, happening regardless of what she did.

She startled slightly when She felt Roy’s fingers in her hair, working shampoo into her roots and pulling it through her hair. His moves were smooth and gentle, soothing her and pulling her focus away from the pain.  “You know this is considerably less sexy than I thought this night would go,” he commented.

Marinette barked out a laugh and looked over her shoulder to shoot him a pointed look.  “I’ll have you know, having the person you love wash your hair is one of the top ten sexy tropes out there.  When I tell my friends, they’re all going to swoon.”

His fingers paused for a moment before returning to their ministrations in her hair.  “Less sexy when you’re hurting,” he said quietly.

She moved under the shower stream to rinse her hair.  “Feels less sexy than I was led to believe.  I’ll grant you that,” she agreed quietly.

They finished the shower working together to put conditioner in her hair and wash her off with no words, but a number of concerned, loving looks, unnecessary, lingering touches, and soft, adoring smiles that continued when she stepped out of the shower and he helped her dry off. “Can you get dressed while I get the bandaids for you?”

Marinette hissed as another sudden twinge of pain shot through her palms.  “Yeah, I can work on that.”  Roy kissed her temple and raced out of the room, to get everything prepared for her, careful to step over Nox, who had made it his mission to guard the bathroom door for her.  By the time she’d gotten dressed and made her way to the kid’s bathroom, Roy still wasn’t ready.  When he finally noticed her, he motioned helplessly toward the boxes of stuff he’d set out on the counter.  “Why don’t we have more large bandages?  We really should have more.”

Marinette chuckled and picked up a large non-stick pad and placed it gingerly on one of her palms before holding it out for Roy, who instantly picked up some first aid tape and began taping it on.  “We’re not heroes anymore.  The demand went down,” she reminded him.

Roy harumphed and finished taping her other palm before moving to her ankle.  “Think it’s overkill?” he asked assessing his work.

Marinette looked at the extremely excessive amount of tape, ensuring that there was absolutely no movement in any of the bandages, with a fond smile.  “I think it looks perfect.  Thank you, babe.”  She leaned forward to reward him with a kiss.  “I love you.”

Roy smiled and pulled her closer by her good hip to steal another kiss from her.  “Anything for you, Fire Flower.”  He leaned down to give her another kiss but stopped just short at the sound of a small wail from down the hall.

“Perfect timing,” Marinette giggled.  She pecked his lips and started toward Maggie’s room.

“As always,” he huffed playfully, following her down the hall.  “Do you need me to get her for you?”

Marinette looked down at her hands accusingly.  “Yeah.  I should be able to nurse her just fine, but I don’t think I can change her diaper or reswaddle her properly, not tonight.”

Roy narrowed his eyes at her and wagged a finger at her as he passed her and walked backward into Maggie’s room.  “Suuuure.  Can’t change a diaper but can nurse her just fine.  I know your tricks, Mrs. Harper.  You don’t fool me.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Fooled you enough to marry me,” she scoffed.

“Fooled you enough to marry me,” he corrected.  He picked up Maggie and bounced her a few times, cooing at her quietly.  “Didn’t I, sweetheart?  Yeah, I did.  Daddy did. Daddy.  Can you say Daddy?”

“So, we’re both fools,” Marinette smiled.

“Love makes fools of us all,” he quoted.  He smirked at Marinette’s raised eyebrow.  “Jason says it all the time.  Every time one of his brothers does something stupid for someone they like.”

Marinette hummed as he handed Maggie off to her.  “And how often did he say it to you?”

Roy froze and turned to her slowly with an innocent smile.  “Never, of course.”

Marinette scoffed but her lips pulled up in a smile. “Hear that, Marguerite?  That’s the sound of Daddy lying,” she cooed softly. She looked up at Roy through her lashes. “But we love him anyway.”  She returned her gaze to Maggie.

Roy crouched next to the rocking chair, giving Marinette and Marguerite quick kisses and resting his arm around Marinette. “And I love you.”

Marinette nuzzled into his embrace.  “And that, my darling, is the sound of Daddy telling the truth.”  Roy huffed a laugh and pulled her closer, grateful that she was now safe and secure and in his arms.  He rested his head on hers letting a contented smile settle on his lips enjoying the world being as it should be, if only for a few moments.

[gotham-mockingbird]

Day Off

So this is my first fic on here idk what I’m doing please enjoy

Summary: Basically Jason and Roy leave Lian in the hands of Grandpa Bruce while they fuck shit up and they have a nice day together

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*Bruce POV*

I type out the last bit of the report I’m working on as Jason’s motorcycle, followed by Roy's, comes to a stop three levels above me. I sigh, knowing both of them being here is either going to be a complete disaster, or give me amazing memories to look back on in the future.

I turn as they approach and immediately gauge it will be both, because Lian, in all her six year old glory, is running full speed at me, “GRANDPAAAAAAAAAA!”

I smile and scoop her up as she hugs me tightly before turning to the boys, “Let me guess, Kory is out of town and Biz can’t be left alone with a child? Dick is on a date night and there’s no way you’re letting anyone else watch her?”

Jason shrugs, “Plus it’s been a while since you’ve watched her, and she’s obviously missed you.”

Lian pulls back from her hug, “I have, guess what? I have a loose tooth. Daddy says when it comes out the tooth fairy will give me money for it if I put it under my pillow. How cool is that?!”

I chuckle lightly, “That’s so cool, which one is it?”

She opens her mouth really wide and points to her front right tooth and without closing her mouth asks, “Wanna see it wiggle?”

She doesn’t wait for a response and wiggles it anyways, making me smile, “So cool.”

She removes her hand from her mouth and giggles as I turn back to Jason and Roy.

They both sigh before Jason comes over to us and taps Lian’s nose, “Be good for Grandpa ok? We’ll be back tomorrow, we love you.”

She giggles before calling out her I love you as well and we watch as they drive off on their motorcycles. 

I smile to her when they’re gone and the roar of their engines have faded, “Do you want to get cookies from Alfred and watch Encanto?”

Her eyes lit up as she squealed, “YES!”

I chuckle and set her down in the chair in front of the computer before turning on Cocomelon, “Stay right here and don’t touch anything, I’ll be right back, ok?”

She nods enthusiastically before getting drawn to the screen. I go to the lockers and change as quickly as I can, removing as much of my black eyeshadow as I can while also trying to get ready as fast as possible. 

I walk out of the lockers and Lian is right where I left her, so I go and pick her up once more, making her squeal in surprise, and turn off Cocomelon. We make it upstairs where Alfred has already made two mugs of hot cocoa, one in a pink princess mug and significantly colder, and one in an oversized superman mug that was normal hot cocoa temperature. 

She gasped and smiled widely before wiggling out of my arms to hug Alfred, “Grandpa Alfie!” 

He smiled and bent down to hug her, “Ah, Mistress Lian, it’s such a joy to see you. I heard you and Master Bruce were going to be spending the evening in tonight so I’ve made some hot cocoa and there are cookies in the oven.” 

She pulled away giggling, “This is gonna be so much fun, come on Grandpa let’s gooo.”

I chuckled once more before grabbing our mugs and following her skipping form down the hallway, “Thank you Alfred.”

He just smiled as we disappeared into the living room. I set the mugs on the table and turned around to see Lian climbing on the couch before she gasped, looking over at me wide eyed.

She smiled, and shook with excitement, “Can we build a blanket fort?”

I smiled, knowing it’s been a while since this living room has seen a blanket fort, “Let’s do it. Go ask Alfie for some blankets and I’ll rearrange the living room for it.”

She giggled, “Sir yes sir,” and ran out of the room.

I smiled brightly before rearranging the couches, chairs, and table out of the middle of the room. I faced them so the backs were facing the middle, making it easier to build the fort. She came back in with a bunch of blankets stacked up in her arms and I snorted a bit before taking them from her.

“Thank you.”

She giggled some more and ran around the living room a bit, “Alfie says he’ll be here with cookies and more supplies in a few minutes.”

She grabbed her hot cocoa and sat on the table before taking small sips of it. It wasn’t long until Alfred came, dropping off cookies as well as supplies to make the best blanket fort Wayne Manor has ever seen. He also left with a small warning to not make too big of a mess and that I will be cleaning it up when I’m done.

Lian giggled some more as she helped me set everything up, making sure to put the darker blankets on bottom and the more colorful ones on top, so anyone walking by will see that it’s a princess castle. We agreed on making the door be her small sleeping beauty blanket that’s one of the pinkest blankets in the manor before filling it with stuffed animals and blankets.

I also hauled the T.V. in there so we didn’t have to crane our necks to watch it. Lastly, I grabbed the cookies and our refilled mugs of hot cocoa, and we settled in to watch Encanto. I wrapped a fluffy pink blanket around myself (Lian insisted on colorful blankets being in the fort as well as on the outside layers) and Lian curled into my side, her Wonder Woman blanket around her shoulders.

We watched the movie, Lian commenting every once in a while and singing along to all the songs. After the movie ended, she got her energy back and sprung forward, excitedly talking about the movie.

I chuckled, “What next?”

She giggled, “Can I paint your nails?”

I sighed, “Sure, Stephanie’s probably upstairs with Cass still, maybe she has pink?”

Lian gasped, her eyes widening in excitement, “I’ll be back,” before rushing out of the fort to ask Steph for nail polish. I chuckled before cleaning up a bit, taking our empty mugs and the empty plate to the kitchen where Alfred was washing the dishes. He grabbed them from me before I could offer helping, and directed me right back to the living room, telling me to enjoy my time with my granddaughter and get some rest.

On my way back to the living room I saw Lian maniacally laughing and running down the stairs with a bottle of pink nail polish and a bottle of purple nail polish. I smiled and shook my head at her antics before climbing back into the fort and waiting for her.

She crawled in not even a minute after me, panting and grinning, “I found the most coolest awesomest name for this place. I wanna call it Sparkle Palace, and I am the Princess and you are my royal subject.”

I smile at her declaration and bow my head a bit, “Well Princess Lian of Sparkle Palace, what will you have me do first?”

She giggled, “Hold out your hand for me so I can paint your nails. The Princess needs practice.”

I chuckle and give her my hand, “Anything for you, M’lady.”

She giggled before opening the pink nail polish, “We also need a password, so no one can get in but us.”

I thought for a second, “How about rainbow unicorns?”

Her eyes lit up, “Perfect. Let’s put on Trolls while I paint your nails.”

I chuckle and put on Trolls before she starts to paint all but one of my nails on the right hand, and one finger on the left hand hot pink. She sang along to the second Trolls song as she filled in all the other nails left with purple nail polish.

When she was almost done I got a text from Jason in a group chat with Roy, ‘How’s Lian?’ 

I smile at his protectiveness before sending him a video of Lian singing to Trolls and painting my nails. Both him and Roy respond at the same time with different renditions of this situation being adorable. I just smile and close my phone as she finishes her work.

She dramatically pulls away from my hand, “DONE!”

I smile and look at her work, “Very well done, Princess. I’d have no one else paint my nails but you.”

She beamed at me, “Make sure you let those dry so you don’t mess them up.”

She seemed to get another idea as she gasped again, looking back to my face with pleading eyes, “Can I do your makeup? You can do mine too! I think the kit I have here has rhinestone stickers too. Please please please please please?”

I chuckle, “You’re the Princess of Sparkle Palace, do you know where the kit is?”

She nods enthusiastically, “I’ll be back, stay here.”

I chuckle as she rushes off once more. I heard Alfred walk in and leaned out of the fort, careful of the wet polish on my nails. He was smiling down at me with two new cups of cocoa and a plate of cookies. I smiled and thanked him, taking the tray carefully.

“You know, I’d have to ask the princess of this fine Sparkle Palace, but I’m sure you’re allowed the password. It’s quite an exclusive place.”

Alfred smiled and laughed softly, “I bet it is. You two seem to be having fun.”

I nod, “She’s getting the makeup, and probably the hair ties and clips.”

He smiled, “I am well aware of Princess Lian’s plans. She ran past me giggling maniacally.”

My smile widens, “Look at my new nails. Jason seems to think it’s adorable I let her paint them pink. Steph probably convinced her to do purple as well.”

Alfred smiled softly, watching me beam up at him and ramble about my granddaughter painting my nails with the guidance of my not-daughter. He just shook his head and told me he would be in the kitchen if we needed him and walked out. 

I smiled to myself as I set the hot cocoa and cookies aside, noticing this time both the mugs were pink and purple. I shook my head knowing Alfred did that because he was listening in on the initial ‘Princess Castle’ conversation.Lian came in a minute later, a sizable makeup kit in her hands with Steph following, and equally as sizable makeup kit in her hands.

She set in down just inside the fort before smiling, “Have fun you too,” she bowed to Lian, “Princess,” and looked over to me, glee in her eyes, “Peasant.”

She ducked out of the fort laughing, and I turned to Lian who was getting out different types of makeup from each kit. I watched her get everything set out before she turned to me, unfiltered happiness radiating from her in waves, making me smile even wider.

She started getting to work, using pinks, purples, and glitters before trying her best at eyeliner and finishing off with red lipstick. She then decided that to finish the look she would put my bangs into a small pony tail sticking straight up with a small pink bow clipped at the base. She gave me the mirror and I looked her work over.

I smiled and set the mirror down, “You did a really good job, I love it.”

She had messed up on the eyeliner big time, I had pink eyeshadow covering the bags under my eyes and all the way up to my eyebrows, the blush was way too pink for my pale skin, and the lipstick was a bit wonky, but Lian had done it, and that was good enough for me.

She giggled before pushing everything closer to me, “My turn my turn my turn.”

I chuckled and pulled her closer, “Alrighty then. What colors do you want?”

Her eyes sparkled, “I wanna match!”

I nodded, “Pink and purple it is.”

I grabbed the eyeshadow and told her to close her eyes before gently applying it. After both her eyes had pink I switched to the purple and put that on as well before adding the sparkles and liner. She giggled as I added the blush to her cheeks and then finally the lipstick. I told her to turn around and I put her hair into a french braid, followed by a matching purple bow.

She took the mirror and stared in awe for a little before giggling and throwing herself at me in a hug, “I love it, thank you.”

I chuckled and hugged her back, “You’re welcome, now, how about we find those rhinestones and I do your nails while we put on Frozen?”

Her eyes lit up again, “Ooh yes, rhinestones!”

She ruffled through the pink makeup case before pulling out a couple sheets of rhinestone face stickers. She giggled as she took the rainbow unicorn sticker and stuck it to my right cheek. She then took the crown sticker and stuck it to her right cheek. Before grabbing the nail polish and handing it to me stating she wanted to match.

I smiled as I put on Frozen and started doing her nails exactly how she did mine, all while she was enraptured by the movie. It didn’t take too long to do her nails so I grabbed her hot cocoa and helped her drink it so her nail polish didn’t come off as we watched the movie. By the time the movie ended, her nail polish was dry and it was probably close to ten at night. Lian yawned a bit, but I knew better than to ask if she was tired. It was then when I heard two sets of footsteps approach before stopping at the doorway into the living room.

Dicks voice called out, “Bruce, Lian?”

Lian giggled and whispered in my ear to ask them for the password. I smiled and stuck my head out of the fort to see Dick and Wally. I smile at them and they smile back, highly amused at the fact that I have awful makeup and a funky hairstyle.

“Welcome to Sparkle Palace, Princess Lian has asked me to ask you for the password. Only people who have the password can enter.”

Dick laughed while Wally smiled brightly at me, “How do we get the password?”

I held up my finger as I felt Lian tu on my sleeve and ducked back in so she could whisper in my ear. I nodded along before sticking my head back out.

“You get the password by speaking with the Princess, but I regret to inform you that the Princess isn’t taking any meetings until tomorrow morning.”

Dick pouted a bit, “Awe come on, not even for her Uncle Dick and Uncle Wally?”

I tilted my head for her to whisper in my ear again and chuckled at her words before turning back to them, “The Princess says, especially peasants such as you.”

Wally laughed while Dick gasped in mock offense, “Excuse me? Peasant? Let me have a talk with this Princess of yours.”

I hummed, “Again, she isn’t taking meetings until the morning. Come back then.”

I retreated back to the fort to see Lian holding back her giggles and smile at her, noticing Wally and Dick’s footsteps retreating. She yawns again so I grab a napkin that Alfred brought with the cookies and wipe the red lipstick from her face, not wanting it to get everywhere, before wiping mine off, as well as some of the heavier parts of the makeup she put on, making sure not to wipe it all off.

We turned some of the lights off in the room before turning on Moana, one of her favorites and snuggling up under the blankets, lying back on a bunch of pillows. It wasn’t long before Lian was asleep, laying right on top of me, her pink fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around us both. I pulled the hair tie and bow from my hair and watched the movie for a small moment until I eventually fell asleep as well.

*3rd POV*

Jason and Roy showed up to the Manor pretty early in the morning, getting done doing their deviant activities earlier than they thought. They put on sweatpants and sweatshirts over their suits and shed their weapons before heading up to the Manor to find Alfred, Bruce, and/or Lian.

They immediately found Alfred in the kitchen, smiling and drinking some tea before seeing them and smiling even wider. He stood without a word, setting his tea on the counter and beckoning them to follow, so they did.

Alfred led them to the living room where they saw a massive blanket fort, made up of mostly pink blankets with a piece of paper taped to the outside reading ‘Sparkle Palace. Current Princess: Princess Lian. Also Grandpa is here too’ written in glitter pink pen in Lian’s messy six year old handwriting. The boys smiled before Jason pulled the Sleeping Beauty blanket to the side to see Bruce asleep with Lian on his chest, using him as a bed, makeup and rhinestone stickers still on both their faces. 

Jason smiled even wider and took a couple pictures to send to his siblings. He knew just how bad Lian was at makeup, being six years old, so he knew what Bruce was currently sporting was a very toned down version of her work, but he also noticed how well Lian’s makeup looked, as well as the braid. He smiled even wider, deducing that Bruce knew more than he let on. 

He chuckled and let the blanket fall before dragging an equally as amused Roy Harper out of the living room, “We can stay here tonight, I’m sure my room is still the same way I left it a couple months ago.”

Alfred hums, “Indeed it is, I even put your favorite blanket on the bed when I noticed Princess Lian was going to be staying the night.”

Jason smiled at the old man he considered a Grandfather, “Thanks Alf. Get some rest, will you? I’m sure everyone else is fine. Considering the stunt we just pulled, the others should be having a quiet night.”

Alfred hummed, “I shall do my best, now get to bed, both of you, and don’t fall asleep in your suits again or I shall wake you with a soe to the face in the morning.”

He boys both let out a chorus of ‘Yes Alfred’ before going to Jason’s room and changing into pajamas before flopping into bed and snuggling up to one another to fall asleep. Before they did, though, Jason sent out the picture of Bruce and Lian asleep to the entirety of the family - Justice league, young justice league, and rogues who know his identity included.

That morning was interesting, Bruce walking into the dining room with pink and glitter makeup smeared across his face and a sleepy Lian on his hip. Lian with the same makeup smeared across her face, her braid messy and both of them with their rhinestone stickers and matching nails. The family that stayed at the manor all awed at them and Bruce immediately noticed the weird air.

He turned to Jason and Roy, “What did you two do?”

Roy smiled into his orange juice as Jason showed him the picture. Bruce stared at it for a second before smiling softly and asking Jason to send it to him. Jason tried to hide his smile in his glass of milk, but failed as he sent the picture. 

The rest of the day was spent with many people commenting on the picture and Bruce ignoring them in favor of figuring out just what the fuck his son and son-in-law got themselves into while he was babysitting, but finding he didn’t really care since no one died and he got to spend time with his only grandkid (for now). Although all the explosions are a bit of a concern, they were handled pretty well, so he overlooked it.

What can he say? It was a fun day with his granddaughter.

[butwhyduh]

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Sleeps in underwear on couch

Hits on all female relatives

Ask your not pregnant sister when she’s due

Wears flip flops and wife beater shirt to dinner

Spoils the football game to your uncle

Pretends to be drunk a lot

Jason sighed heavily while bringing the paper in the apartment. He could already smell soldering iron before he walked inside.

Jason sighed heavily while bringing the paper in the apartment. He could already smell soldering iron before he walked inside.

“Roy! Where you at?” He called out.

“Bedroom!” Roy replied. Jason walked back to him.

“What the hell is this?” Jason asked slapping the flyer on the counter. Roy pulled off his goggles and sat down his iron.

“Oh, well we need some holiday money. Lian needs some stuff and our funds are a little low and I know you wanna stay in Gotham over the holidays so I thought it was perfect, right?” Roy said grinning like he was a genius.

“You didn’t think to ask?” Jason asked him.

“I thought you’d be cool. Plus you were doing bat stuff. Anyways there’s like a 100 posters all over the city already and no phone calls. Who knows?” Roy shrugged picking up the iron again.

“Where did you even get this picture? You just cut out the background on mine? And where are you in yours? Did you do a photo shoot??” Jason asked.

“Don’t be silly. A kid going to school for photography took it when I visited the reservation last year. Anyways, no calls, no worries, right?” Roy shrugged. “But a little money would be nice.”

“I guess…”

A phone started ringing on the counter. Roy hopped up. “Hey, that’s the date phone! We got someone,” he said excitedly before answering.

“What happened to no calls,” Jason grumbled.

“Yep! That’s us, how can we help you?…. A date to impress your family…. All weekend… you have that money up front? You can wire it today,” Roy said slapping Jason on the shoulder excited. “I know just the guy to impress your family. Tall, dark, and- oh, you want the redhead? Sounds good too. Email me your info and it’s a date!” Roy said before hanging up.

“So you have to impress some poor girls family all weekend? You can’t even get through a wayne meal without breaking some etiquette rule,” Jason said with an eye roll.

“That’s why you’ll train me dude. Hey! Another call!” Roy said before answering it again. “Yes, that’s us! … that weekend we have tall, dark, and handsome available…..You want him to ruin things?…. Can do! Email us your info and we’ll figure out a plan,” Roy ended brightly.

“Seriously? Ruin someone’s holiday?”

“Yeah, all weekend too. Not bad making $2K just joining a holiday,” Roy grinned.

“I don’t know if there’s anything I could regret more than agreeing but I’ll do it,” Jason conceded.

“Pack your bags, your going to Grandma’s house in Connecticut!” Roy grinned. Jason sighed.

“I hate you.”

“Sure bro.”

Part 1

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Tw: Mention of breeding kink, pregnancy

This is regarding a request I have but I can’t help but believe that yandere Roy, Kory, and Jason have their own individual breeding kinks. But it only gets so much more intense when all three are in a poly relationship/obsession with their darling.

Roy can’t help but fall in love with the idea of getting the darling pregnant, not only to have a child with them and bind them even more to him but also to give Lian a sibling or ten. Not to mention seeing them progressively swell with his child growing inside of them really gets him feeling some type of way.

Kory feels that having a child/children with the darling will only connect them all the more. Whether she’s the one caring the child or the darling is (depending on the darling) or even both, and she believes that the more children they have the more connected they become to each other.

Jason would be petrified to become a father but the thought of his darling caring his child is just something far too good to pass up. The more he thinks about it, envisions it, the more he wants it to become a reality. Not to mention a child would keep his darling tied to him and anything to make his darling all the more his, Jason is completely willing to do.

But mix all three together and their joined desire to breed their darling only grows all the more fervent. They may get a little possessive and jealous when the darling is or isn’t caring their respective child but that all goes away for the most part when the child is born and their little family grows. But one isn’t enough. They’ve just gotten a taste of something they’ve all been deeply and desperately yearning for, there’s no way in hell that they’re going to stop at just one. Best of luck to their darling though cause they’re gonna need it.

[littleblueteacup]

While I’m here...

Random Bat Family Headcanons, because if God can’t stop me then neither can my anxiety!

The Justice League keeps a scoreboard and day counter for how long it’s been since one of the Bat Clan has broken into the Watchtower. Spoiler is winning (30 break-in’s to-date), but Red Hood was the last break in and he brought cookies.

As the Wayne Family, they all have favourites of the Bat Clan, with their reasons varying from “I saw her (Spoiler) call Batman a bitch one time” to “He (Signal) passed the Vibe Check.” As the Bat Clan their answers are based on who they can tolerate the most that day. Red Robin has been recorded saying “Red Hood or Robin, they’d both probably throw me off a building if I asked them to.” to the very vocal distress of Nightwing in the background. The only consistent reasoning is for those who say “Oracle. She could fight God and win.”

Dick has taught his family Romani as a way to stay connected to his birth-parents. He would’ve taught Bruce and Alfred how to Fly, had build and age not been factors, but he’s taught all of his siblings as much as he can (part of the reason the flips, spins and other such moves became a staple in any Robin’s fighting style)

Is it fanon that Jason makes Death-jokes? I feel like that’s probably fanon... Anyway, Jason not only makes Death Jokes but goes out of his way to make them. And the other bat-kids join in (except Dick). It’s one of the few sure-fire ways to get Jason to smile before caffeine and 8 am.

Jason = Theatre Kid, Cass = Ballet Kid, Tim = Band Kid, Damian = Literature Kid. Dick = That One Proud Parent In The Front Row. Prove me wrong.

Stephanie does dramatic theatre on the rooftops during patrol with Tim and/or Jason. It baffles or amuses the Hell out of anyone who sees it.

Tim pack-bonded with a tortilla one time. Then Bart ate it. Tim didn’t talk to Bart for a few weeks.

By the time they reach 25 all of the bat-kids have claimed kids in their own area of Gotham, and the kids know that they have protective vigilante parents, who would do anything for them.

Cassandra makes quiet noises for random things. When she dances her head is full of the little sounds.

Stephanie sings along to the music of songs rather than the songs themselves. 

Tim was pushed to learn several instruments as a child, which he did because he wanted to make his parents proud. The best bonding between he and Damian happens over several sheets of music, a pot of tea and many, many glitter pens.

Continuing on from the last one, both Tim and Damian have habits of picking apart music to see if they can guess what different instruments are playing. This has lead to a score board being kept by their siblings, and several fight over comms when Babs gets bored.

All of them have gotten into the habit of reading to the younger kids they have access to, which is why Roy Harper has walked in on Lian being read ‘The Red Death’ as a bedtime story before.

[daringyounggrayson]

whumptober day 10: hospital + ice chips (AO3)

Roy is reading Lian her bedtime story when he hears a knock on her door.

“Yeah?” Roy calls. Normally, he might be annoyed at the interruption, but he knows for a fact that the only other person in the Tower right now is Dick, who’s currently recovering from a GSW and the surgery fixing it required.

Dread pools in Roy’s stomach, knowing that there’s exactly one reason Dick would seek him out during Lian’s bedtime routine right now, and it’s not boredom.

The doorknob turns, and then there’s Dick—he’s pale and clammy and hunched forward slightly like he can’t stay upright, one hand pressed against his chest. He takes an audible breath, then uses the air to ask, “Can you take me to the hospital?”

Roy nods grimly, quickly closing the book and climbing out of Lian’s bed. “Lian, honey, go put on your shoes and a jacket, okay? We’re going on a car ride.”

Lian doesn’t argue, recognizing the emergency for what it is. She jumps out of bed and grabs her shoes from her closet.

Roy goes to Dick’s side, places a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Dick takes another breath before speaking. “My chest.”

“Okay,” Roy says. “You stay here, and I’ll find your shoes. Do you need anything else?”

Dick gives a small shake to his head, and Roy looks at him closely, takes in the tight grimace on his face and the glassy look to his eyes.

“How about your wallet or your phone, you need those?”

“Oh. Yeah, probably.”

“Lian, watch Uncle Dick, I’ll be back in a second,” Roy says. He walks away at a calm yet brisk pace, only breaking into a jog when he turns the corner and no one can see his panic.

Roy stops in his room first to shove his shoes on, slip into a jacket, and grab his wallet and car keys. Then he races off to Dick’s room, and while it’s easy to find a pair of shoes and a jacket, it takes a minute to find the guy’s wallet. By the time he makes it back to Lian’s room, Dick is on the floor, and Lian is standing over him, her hands on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

“It’s going to be okay,” Lian tells him in a soothing voice as Dick hacks into his elbow. “Daddy’s going to take you to the doctor, and you’ll feel all better really soon.”

Roy rubs her head. “Thanks, kiddo.” He squats down to join Dick on the floor and puts Dick’s shoes on for him, then helps him slip into the jacket. Together they make their way to the car, and Roy wonders how long it took Dick to make it to Lian’s room, how he managed to stay upright without someone supporting him and guiding him along the way. He wonders why Dick didn’t just text him.

Dick more-or-less crashes into the passenger seat, but he does manage to buckle himself in before leaning forward to rest his head against the dashboard, clutching his chest with both hands and trying to take controlled breaths. It’s miserable to watch, but Roy tries to focus on getting Lian in her car seat before peeling out and driving off of the island.

“Almost there,” Roy says ten minutes into the drive. “You’re doing great. Isn’t he, Lian?”

“Yeah!” she shouts in support. “You’re being so brave, Uncle Dick!”

It’s telling how awful Dick feels when he doesn’t respond to Lian, just groans.

Roy reaches out to rub Dick’s back. “Almost there,” he repeats.

Five minutes later, Roy pulls into a parking spot. He unbuckles Lian first, then moves around the car to grab Dick. He’s trying to figure out how he’s going to walk Dick to the door and hold Lian’s hand at the same time when he notices that she’s already grabbed Dick’s hand. So, together, he and Lian walk Dick inside.

Dick makes it through triage and comes out with a clipboard full of paperwork to fill out. Roy takes it from him wordlessly, filling out all of the things he knows. Then he hands it back to Dick to fill out the remaining sections and calls Ollie, asking him to meet them at the ER to pick up Lian.

They’re only in the waiting room for a couple of minutes before Dick is called back. He changes into a hospital gown, and a nurse sets him up with a pulse oximeter, a nasal cannula, and an IV. She also takes some blood and attaches Dick to an ECG to make sure he’s not having a heart attack or something. Then she’s off, promising that a doctor will be with them shortly.

So they wait.

Dick is half-asleep and coloring with Lian when Roy’s phone pings. It’s a text from Ollie, letting him know he’s out front.

“Grandpa Ollie’s here,” Roy announces, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He leans toward Dick, asks, “Will you be okay on your own for a few minutes?”

“Mmhmm,” Dick hums, handing Lian his crayons, which she dutifully takes and puts away.

Lian hugs Dick goodbye. “Feel better soon.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dick says and presses a kiss into her hair before she hops off the hospital bed and walks out of the room, hand held tightly in Roy’s.

It’s probably the fastest Roy has ever said goodbye to Lian, and he’s back in two minutes.

Dick is coughing again when Roy gets back. “Roy,” he rasps and straightens out his arm to show Roy.

It’s bloody. Dick is coughing up blood.

“Shit,” Roy breathes. “Okay, you’re going to be fine. I’ll, uh, I’ll get a nurse, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”

He leaves the room at breakneck speed and nearly runs into a doctor trying to enter. Roy points his thumb back toward Dick’s bed. “Are you here for Grayson?”

The doctor checks her chart. “Yes, Richard Grayson.”

“Perfect timing, he’s coughing up blood.”

oOo

After an examination and a chest x-ray to confirm, Dick’s doctor determines that he has a pulmonary embolism, probably a complication from his recent surgery. The clot is too big to treat with medication, so Dick has to go back under the knife. Immediately.

Roy spends most of the time Dick’s gone nervously bouncing his knee. He knows he should probably call someone, let the others know what’s going on. He texted Donna when they first got to the ER, but he hasn’t given her an update since. Dick hadn’t asked him to contact anyone, and it’s not even like Roy could get a hold of Bruce—Dick told him he was off-world. Still, Alfred would probably like to know, will probably be upset when he finds out after the fact. But Roy can’t bring himself to make the call, can’t bring himself to speak period.

It had been his job to watch Dick tonight, and now everything’s gone to hell.

Finally, a surgeon comes out looking for him, and thankfully with good news: The surgery went well and Dick is resting in a recovery room. They even invite Roy back to see him.

“Hey, short pants,” Roy says quietly as he takes a seat next to Dick. “How ya feelin’?”

“Ask me later, I’m tired,” Dick mumbles.

Roy smiles a little, exhales through his nose. Dick looks like he just had surgery and he’s a little loopy, but he’s okay. Dick is okay. “I’ll circle back to that one. Do you want me to call anyone for you?”

Dick huffs. “I have a phone, I can call anyone myself.”

“Alright, fine by me.” Roy tosses Dick’s phone at him, excited to see where this is headed. “Knock yourself out.”

Dick frowns at his phone, then drops it on the bed. “You do it, my throat hurts.”

“Sure. Who do you want me to call?” Roy asks, pulling out his own phone.

“I don’t care,” Dick whines, letting his head loll to the side. He stares at his IV pole and rubs his throat.

Roy puts his phone away. “Do you want some ice chips?”

Dick’s face lights up and he grabs Roy’s arm. “I love ice chips. Do you have some?”

Roy grins, stifles a laugh. “I’ll get you some. Sit tight.”

“But I’m lying down.”

Roy ignores him and asks the nearest nurse for some ice. He brings a cupful back to Dick, who accepts it eagerly.

When Dick plops the first spoonful in his mouth, he looks at Roy again, and with utmost sincerity, he says, “I love ice chips.”

Roy nods in understanding, and Dick goes back to focusing on his ice. Roy only takes it from him when he starts to fall asleep so it won’t make a mess. Dick makes no protest, and Roy watches him as he sleeps, taking in his relaxed and very much alive form.

Dick takes a sudden, long inhale. “What’s going on?” he asks, voice somewhat slurred as he opens his eyes and looks around the room in confusion.

“You had surgery,” Roy reminds him. “You were eating ice chips, and then you fell asleep.”

“Hmm.” Dick closes his eyes again, then blinks them open. “You wanna hear something funny?”

“Sure.”

Dick smiles a little. “My doctor told me I had a pulmonary embolism.”

“Right. And why is that funny?” Roy asks, brows furrowed.

“Surgery increases your risk of having one, so that makes sense, but do you know how you can lower your risk?”

“Tell me.”

“By moving!” Dick exclaims, laughing a little at the end. “That’s never been a problem for me—if anything, people usually want me to move less. And then Iget a pulmonary embolism?”

Dick laughs again, and Roy joins him, though it’s clear he doesn’t find it as funny as Dick does right now. Later, Roy will think about how much it sucks that Dick did everything right, and he still almost died.

Dick settles, shifts in his bed. A frown tugs at his lip, probably in discomfort, and his laughter is forgotten.

Roy wants to ask how he’s feeling again, but he decides to hold off.

Dick’s hand fumbles against the bed, looking for Roy’s no doubt. Roy grabs it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Get some rest,” Roy tells him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”