#sorry if this is Not News to people or if Jason has had some serious growth vis a vis this entire mindset but like.

[ragnarokhound]

"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

[charliedawn]

(is it alright if I send a request?! Feel free to ignore this if not. I've heard there are some new rules regarding that?) So what if their s/o had to travel somewhere outside the country/state (could be something work/family related) for like a week or so, which Slashers would take it the hardest/easiest (basically who has separation anxiety and who is chill lol)?! Hopefully this makes sense, sorry for bad english?! I have a feeling Brahms (and maybe Jason) are in the first category, but your stories are always full of suprises so 🤷

Mature themes mentioned. You've been warned.

Jason would be the worst when it comes to abandonment issues. He would be too afraid of you leaving him forever.

He'd come up with various excuses to make you stay.

He'd wrap his arms around you and refuse to let you go. The man is touch-starved. He'd beg to come with you.

If you didn't let him ? Well...I think he'd be miserable.

Jason *whines and cries against your shoulder while holding you close* : "Stay. Please. Stay."

For him, to speak takes tremendous effort—so when he does ? That means it is important.

Do not leave the poor man alone without anything to contact you with, or you'd come back to a mess. He'd have turned the whole house into a target practice.

And believe me, you don't want to be in the way of his machete...

Brahms would be close second after Jason. He'd make you stay by any means necessary.

Brahms *breathes heavily* : "DO NOT LEAVE ME !"

His parents told him they would be gone for only a few days—but they never came back.

He wouldn't let you do the same.

He tried to get Greta to stay, but it failed. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Brahms *grabs you and groans* : "If you leave me, I'll find you...I'll find you, Y/N."

The way he uttered your name made you shiver. Brahms would be close to a break down if you were gone for a few minutes. Imagine his state if it was for more than a few days ?

The moment you got back, he'd be borderline hysterical and crush you in a bear hug—crying and sobbing for you to never leave him again.

Bo has serious abandonment issues as well but—unlike Brahms or Jason—he would be more radical in his ways to make you stay.

Bo *grabs your arm and grits his teeth* "OH NO YOU DON'T !"

Bo was hated by his mother and it only aggravated his loneliness until he became...well...very self-centred and afraid of the pain.

The moment he gets attached to someone—their freedom is of no interest to him whatsoever.

Bo would rather tackle you to the ground, attach you or even have sex with you for you not to leave him.

That redneck isn't a quitter. Good luck trying to make him stay away.

"WHO THE F*CK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO LEAVE ME, HUH ?!"

Yeah...He's not going to cry, but you might. Sorry.

And in the category worse abandonment issues we also have Vincent. Of course the other twin wouldn't be very far from the first.

Vincent is...gentler than Bo ? He wasn't hated by his family. He was actually rather liked.

So, his wouldn't be as bad—but still.

There is a reason he wanted to make all his wax statues from actual people. He is scared of being lonely...He likes to be surrounded.

And since all the people in his town treated him and his family as freaks—he couldn't make a lot of connections apart to his brothers.

He was lonely. And hence, he'd be afraid to lose the only person he ever cared about than them. You.

So, he'd be very hesitant to let you go and try to make you stay with gifts and soft touches. Try to make you understand how much you mean to him before eventually letting you go. Just so you know that you'd be taking a part of him with you.

You might be surprised, but Pennywise belongs to the category of the slashers who would be very upset by the lack of physical proximity.

Indeed, even though he hates physical touch, he is still clingy when it comes to the presence of the people he loves—one of the reasons why he stays with Penny.

So, he'd be upset, a little bit more moody than usual without you around. He'd be constantly looking at the road and unconsciously hoping you'd come back.

Pennywise *sighs deeply to himself* : "Come on, you old clown...Don't be so stupid. Come on. Stop thinking about...about..."

He'd fight against his inner demons and believe that you'd come back on your own...until the very end.

"...Oh, you're leaving, human ?"

Surprisingly enough, Penny isn't as clingy as people think he is.

He does like physical contact a lot and would be very sad to see you go, but he also knows he is a god and would be able to get to you whatever happens.

Penny is confident in his abilities, maybe too much.

So, he'd keep a smile on and giggle while waving to you when you go.

But, remember...

He's always watching.

You try to escape ? He'd know.

And he'd hunt you down. He'd make you regret ever trying to escape. He'd drag you back if he has to.

Penny *giggles darkly* : "Aww...Poor poor Y/N. Don't look so sad. We'll be together forever. Isn't that what we wanted ?"

Freddy would take it badly, but old habits die hard. He'd find a way to blame you and move on...no matter what.

"Ya think you can hurt me, huh ? Well, I've got news for you, ~sweetheart. You can go. I can always find ya a replacement."

Douchebag attitude is Freddy's defense mechanism.

You want to leave ? Fine. He'll find a way to fill the hole. Booze. Brothels. Chaos...

Whatever he can do, he'll do. Freddy needs a moral compass in order to stay in check. You and Michael fill that position.

But, if you're gone ? Then, Freddy would be missing an important part of his functioning mechanism and would go back to his old ways.

He'd be lost. Trying to find himself all the wrong ways all over again...

For his safety and others, make sure to remind him that you care for him from time to time—especially if you're going somewhere he can't follow.

And be sure to invite him into your dreams from time to time. 😉

Michael would remain himself. He'd watch you go and stay impassive. Because he knows it wouldn't change a thing.

He expects you to never come back. It would be better.

Every time he takes a knife in his hand, he wouldn't find that tingling feeling...the little voice in his head telling him to kill you.

He wouldn't be so afraid of hurting you every single day. He wouldn't have to lock his door every night because he's afraid he might wake up with your blood on his hands.

He'd even tense up when you come back.

You *smile when you see him* : "Well, hello there. Missed me ?"

Michael : "..."

You *smile falter* : "Oh...Well, okay then."

Michel *slowly approaches you and slowly hugs you*

He did miss you. He just didn't know how to tell you...or stop himself from grabbing the kitchen knife and plunging it into your heart over and over.

Michael would die before hurting you, but it doesn't mean he isn't a slasher. Or that your love for him isn't dangerous.

Arthur would put his feelings aside and try to appear cruel.

"You think I care ? ~Oh, sweetie. I've spent most of my life caring about people. Not anymore. Not ever again...So, if you want to leave me ? Go ahead. There's the door."

You have to understand, Arthur has been hurt most of his life...by life itself.

He was never lucky. He never had any friends. He was basically alone most of his life.

He wouldn't want to be kept down, and so wouldn't want the same for you. He understands the need to leave. More than anyone else.

He'd prefer you leave than stay and be miserable—like he was. So, he would never stop you from leaving, no matter if there was a risk you wouldn't come back.

Arthur *smiles and holds your hand* "...Please. Don't let me stop you. Be free."

If you want to leave ? He won't stop you.

Because that's how much he loves you.

He'd let you have your freedom. No matter what.

"I'm going out.", you said.

"Have fun, honey.", he replied. He didn't even look up from his newspapers.

"I may be out for a couple of days.", you added—waiting for a reaction.

"Sure. I'll be right here when you come back.", he answered and smiled—but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Jack is a ghost. He doesn't really have feelings anymore and can sound cold sometimes. But, it's not because he doesn't care. It's just he knows what it is to have responsibilities.

He failed at being human—and he wouldn't want the same for you.

He would of course be worried that you'd leave forever, but honestly ? He'd be happy to let you live your life as you intend.

He doesn't have abandonment issues.

Matter-of-fact, he's the one who leaves most of the time. Of course, he wouldn't want your relation to stop so suddenly and would prefer you to come clear to him.

He wouldn't get mad, but he'd feel a little more dull and emotionless inside.

He'd become even more of a ghost than he was—but wouldn't let you see.

Jack *smiles before you close the door* : "...Bring back a souvenir, alright ? Something...something nice."

And that would probably be the only attempt he'd do to hint that he wants you to come back.

[dc-marvel-life]

Slipped My Mind

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader 

Summary: Bruce forgot a very important day and the whole family is making sure he knows it. He tries to fix the mistake before you get home

Word Count: 917

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Bruce was sitting in the Batcave on the bat computer going over some files after a night of patrol. It has been a strange day for Bruce because no one is giving him the time of day today. It all started this morning when he woke up to an empty, cold bed without you. He didn’t think too much about it because you both are busy people with jobs. You own a very popular restaurant downtown. 

Alfred comes down to the Batcave to give Bruce his nightly coffee. Once Alfred is next to Bruce he just throws down the tray in front of Bruce. Bruce looks at Alfred wondering why he just did that, but Alfred just has a straight face. Bruce lets out a sigh and nods his head. He picks up the coffee and spits it out.

“Alfred why is the coffee cold and bitter” Bruce grabs the napkin on the tray and cleans his mouth. 

“I bet that is how Mistress Y/N feels about you today,” Alfred says under his breath then walks away. Bruce looks at him wide eye not understanding where that just came from. He ignores it now and will talk about it later with him. Right now Bruce is tired and just wants to see and cuddle his wife. 

After a bit, the boys come back from patrol. They didn’t want to work with Bruce tonight. They didn’t give a good reason. They just mumbled under their breath and left. 

“How was patrol tonight boys?” Bruce asked trying to make conversation since he was being ignored all day.

“Why do you care about how patrol is when there are more important things to be worried about right now,” Jason says taking off his helmet. Bruce looks at Jason with narrowed eyes trying to understand what he means by that. 

“Jason is right and you need to do better or you are going to lose her,” Dick says with anger behind his tone. 

“Lose her..” Bruce says to himself.

“Have you not noticed that she hasn’t been here all day because I have and miss her!” Damian yells. Bruce starts to think; are they talking about you not being here?

“Y/N isn’t here because you have forgotten your 10-year anniversary,” Tim says out loud. Bruce's heart stops for a second and he looks at the date. They were right, it was you and Bruce’s 10-year wedding anniversary and it has slipped his mind.

He stops everything that he is doing and runs out of the Batcave. He takes off the suit, gets into one of his many cars, and drives to the nearest store at this hour. He goes in and buys everything that you like and rushes back home to get everything set up for you. 

After about an hour you arrive home after a very long day. You go up to your shared room with Bruce and open the door in awe. There are rose petals everywhere with lit candles and all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks. You look at Bruce with a serious face.

“Are you cheating on me?!” you say angrily. 

“Why would you think that?” Bruce says confused.

“Baby, I love you and everything but you aren’t the most romantic person in the world sometimes. You know how to treat a woman very well but you don’t really show it too much. Now I come home on a random day and this is all done. I have to think that you are cheating on me and got caught” you explain and Bruce starts to laugh.

“Oh, this is great. You also forgot” Bruce smiles and walks over to you.

“What did I forget?” you start to think about what was so important about today, and then you remember. Today is your anniversary. 

“Bruce I am so sorry that I forgot. I was so busy this morning getting stuff for the kids. Dick was wearing too small of clothes, so I went shopping for him. Jason needed new guns because somehow he lost them. Tim needed new computer parts. Damian has a field trip so I had to drive to the school and drop it off. Barbara needed help getting somewhere today. Then the restaurant was understaffed tonight so I had to jump in” You ramble on but stop one Bruce pulls you into a hug and leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away. 

“Happy anniversary dear. We both forgot and that’s okay” Bruce says and you both laugh at it.

“Wow we really did forget, but it has been the best 10 years of my life” You give Bruce a chaste kiss. 

“Now I haven’t been able to see my wife all tonight and the boys have been giving me the cold shoulder because they think you are mad at me for not remembering,” Bruce says.

“Let me go talk to the boys and explain what really happened,” you say and try to leave Bruce’s hold but can’t get out of his strong grip on your waist.

“Now we still have a few hours left in our anniversary and I want to spend it taking care of my hard-working wife who has been on her feet all day,” Bruce says and picks you up with ease.

“I like the sound of that” You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck and kiss him. You both spend the night remembering why you got married in the first place. 

Masterlist

Request are open

[thebisexualdogdad]

WFA Jason or Dick (your choice) Dating Damian's teacher Imagine pleaseth

Dick Grayson x Male!reader

Damian Wayne was an interesting student to say the least and when you called his father in for a parent teacher conference you were quite surprised when a handsome man about your age showed up instead of the Bruce Wayne you frequently saw on TV.

"I'm sorry are you a parent?" You ask him.

"Oh no I'm Damian Wayne's brother Dick, our father Bruce wasn't able to make it so he asked me to come instead," he explains.

"Well as nice as it is to meet you Dick I called your father in to talk about some of Damians… behavior issues which I should really talk to Bruce himself about," he states.

"Don't worry he's just as frustrating at home, he knows he's smarter than most people and has a big head because of it… you should see him argue with our other brother Jason, pretty funny actually when he confuses Jason with big words but anyways, we have a very… close family and we all take part in raising Damian so whatever you have to say to Bruce you can say to me too," Dick tells you.

Damn was he charming.

"Okay well have a seat then," you say.

You guys ended up talking for over an hour which consisted a lot of Dick telling you about their crazy family antics making you laugh harder than you had in a long time.

"This is probably really weird to ask but would you like to get dinner with me sometime Mr. Y/L/N?" He asks boldly with a smile you just couldn't say no to.

"I usually have a no dating my students parents policy but since you aren't a parent… I would love to and please call me Y/N," you smile back at him.

"It's a date Y/N," he says happily.

After a few dates you became officially boyfriends but you decided it was best to keep your relationship with Dick a secret until it got more serious.

Though Jason found out a month in because he has a habit of going through Dicks phone to annoy his older brother and stumbled upon some flirty texts between you two.

After six months you and Dick agreed it was time to tell his family so Dick set up a dinner telling them he would be introducing them to his new boyfriend.

Jason was particularly excited to see Damian's reaction and of course he started filming when there was a knock at the door

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend… Y/N," Dick says cheerfully.

"Richard! You're dating my teacher!" Damian shouts.

Tim chuckles and whispers to Stephanie, "guess we're getting a dinner and a show."

The entire dinner Damian was glaring at Dick while the others were trying to get to know you.

"So Y/N how long have you been a teacher?" Barbara asks.

"This is only my second year teaching," you reply.

"How fun, you get to deal with a problem child like Damian early on in your career," Jason teases.

"Damian certainly isn't a problem he just doesn't exactly like to socialize with the other kids," you say wanting to assure Bruce you didn't think negatively of his son.

"Because they are learning basic algebra I already know advanced Calculus," Damian scoffs.

"Bruce, have you ever considered enrolling Damian in the gifted program?" You ask.

"I have but Damian can learn whatever he wants at home but the only way for him to spend time with kids his own age is at school," Bruce explains.

"Plus if Damian had been in the gifted program I never would have met you," Dick says leaning in and kissing you sweetly.

Damian rolls his eyes while Cass and Duke aw at how cute you and Dick are.

At the end of the dinner Dick walks you out to your car.

"I hope my family didn't scare you off," he jokes.

"Your family is great Dick, I just don't want to make things awkward with Damian at school," you tell him.

"Damian will get over it he always does and besides the school year is almost over in a few months you won't even be his teacher anymore," Dick says.

"Well… they are actually thinking of bumping me up a grade next year so there's a chance I'll have him again in the fall," you chuckle.

"I'll talk to him, promise," Dick laughs kissing you goodnight before you get in your car and drive off.

Dick heads up to Damians room where he finds him throwing daggers into a target on the wall.

"Okay Damian be honest with me, do you actually have a problem with me dating your teacher," Dick questions.

"Of course not, I actually like Mr. Y/L/N, he's far better than my teacher last year," Damian replies.

"So then why were you giving me the death glare all night?" Dick says confused.

"Because Richard, what if you screw things up and I can't go to his after school extra credit study sessions anymore, I consider those people acquaintances and some of them are even intelligent," Damian states.

"Hold on, why do you assume I would be the one to screw things up? You know what, not the point, anyways, if for whatever reason Y/N and I were to break up we would never let it affect you or your education. Most of your future teachers are not going to be as understanding of you as Y/N is so we gotta take advantage of a good teacher while we can," Dick jokes.

"Good. Do not break his heart Richard," Damian says throwing a dagger past Dicks ear and into the target behind him which doesn't even phase Dick.

"Again why am I bad guy in this hypothetical situation??" Dick huffs.

"You have a good talk boys?" Jason says strutting into Damians room.

"Jason you have got to stop snooping," Dick sighs.

"How else am I supposed to know about my brother's secret boyfriends before everyone else," Jason grins.

"Wait you knew Richard was dating my teacher this whole time?" Damian huffs.

"Gotta go… patrol stuff," Jason says awkwardly exiting the room.

Well at least Dick would be happy to report to you that Damian approved of your relationship.

[laundrybiscuits]

“Who’s Eddie?”

Darren doesn’t sound jealous or anything. It’d be a little hypocritical of him, considering he’s got a boyfriend and all. But Darren’s stayed the night a few times, more than anyone else Steve’s been sleeping with lately, and Steve thinks they’re getting to be pretty good friends at this point, and Steve’s been trying this thing lately where he’s more honest with his friends.

“Why do you ask?” Steve’s stalling, and he knows he’s stalling.

“You say Eddie sometimes in your sleep. Just wondering. He an ex or something?”

“No. Not an ex. Just a guy I—just a guy I liked, when I was a teenager.” It’s not completely true, he doesn’t think. But it’s close enough.

“Never got up the courage for a sweet little farmboy fumble?” Darren’s a city boy, and he likes to tease Steve about his supposedly agrarian roots even though Steve keeps telling him he’s never even been on a farm. (Aside from harvest festivals, and apple picking, and 4-H fairs, and his grandpa’s—okay, Darren has a little bit of a point. Not much.)

“He’s dead. He died,” Steve says. They’re just words. They can’t hurt anymore.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” says Darren, because Darren is not actually an asshole. He’s looking carefully at whatever Steve’s face is doing. Steve doesn’t know. Tentatively, he asks, “Was it because…?”

“No,” says Steve. Then he backtracks. “Maybe. Partly.”

Hunt the freak, right?

It wasn’t Jason Carver’s teeth in Eddie’s guts, but if things had broken a little differently, if they hadn’t had to worry about the human monsters in Hawkins…Steve thinks a lot about how it might have gone. Sometimes he hates Eddie for not being just a little bit more normal, and then he hates himself for thinking like that.

Steve has never said yes to a guy named Jason. It’s so fucking stupid and pointless. Maybe he’s missed out on the love of his life by turning down Jason Jones or whoever, and it's not even like Jason was the only one responsible. But he just can’t. He can’t.

He thinks it’s probably not even about Eddie himself, like as a real person. Eddie was just some guy, some kid, who was funny and handsome and sweet and wild, who loved the things he loved as if nobody had ever told him not to. 

A lot of people had told him not to. 

Eddie died because of ravening nightmare beasts and one superpowered evil dude with a god complex.

Eddie died because he liked playing a game about stories and magic.

Eddie died because some people, the people who raised Steve, the people who Steve used to love and look up to—those people couldn’t understand him, and thought that gave them the right to take away his life.

Growing up, Steve had always thought of himself as a lifelong Hawkinsite, the kind of guy who sticks around and puts down roots. But when Robin had asked him to go with her to New York, near the tail end of '86, it had been so easy to say yes. Leaving Hawkins behind had felt like escaping the jaws of a trap, even if it meant leaving a limb behind. They’ve been to Paris and London and LA, staying in filthy student hostels and drinking cheap wine, living the kind of life that had once seemed as make-believe and impossible to Steve as the kids’ wizard games. 

Steve dates men, now. He thinks that would have seemed even more impossible than Paris to his sixteen-year-old self. 

He still dates women sometimes. He’s had a couple girlfriends. Mostly, though, he’s not looking for anything too slow or serious, and that’s easier to get with men once you know where to look. He’s got Robin, he’s got the kids to see on Thanksgivings and Christmases, what else does he need? 

They’d moved out of New York around '91. Rent got to be too much, and Dustin had just bought a place in Oak Park with his then-girlfriend because the kid U-Hauls faster than a lesbian. 

So now, they share an apartment on the north side of Chicago, close to the lake. It’s pretty nice. Steve’s pushing 30, bartending six nights a week, and Robin answers phones at a fancy dentist’s office in the Loop. It’s been a lifetime since they’ve run from anything with too many teeth under the wrong sky. 

“Tell me about Eddie,” Darren says into the silence that's been stretching out too long.  

Steve closes his eyes.

“He was brave,” says Steve. “Every single day of his life, he was brave.”

(Now with follow-up!)

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Friends | Surprise

Sam and Tucker were acting weird. They hadn’t had any arguments about animals, or meat, or who’s turn it was to have the Doom controller… nothing.

It was suspicious.

And yeah, okay, they were all 16 now, so they could maybe just be getting more mature. Danny, himself, had stopped being a gremlin to Vlad, which after two years had actually messed with the guy more than anything Danny had done, so that was a plus! The Fruitloop had spent the last few months constantly on guard, expecting some prank to befall him. It was fantastic!

But back to Danny’s dilemma.

His friends were acting weird, and Danny couldn’t help but think it was because of the Big Reveal.

No, not Danny telling his parents about Phantom. That had gone well enough, as by then they’d realized that Phantom was helping and sentient, not just a pile of malicious ectoplasm.

No, the Big Reveal had been from Danny parents, who after hearing Danny’s confession has given one of their own:

Danny was adopted. In itself, not a big deal. They were still his family, they all still loved one another, it didn’t really change anything.

No, the Big part of the Reveal had been the fact that his birth father was none other than Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne.

Apparently, as a just-legal adult he’d had a pretty serious thing going on with a woman named Selina Kyle, but she left him at the alter when they were both 20, only for her to discover her pregnancy. By then, Bruce had taken in an orphaned Dick Grayson, and Selina had decided that she didn’t want to overwhelm him with a newborn on top of a nine-year-old. But she also didn’t think she’d make a good parent, but wanted to be sure the baby would be safe and loved and cared for, and so decided to look for a family herself.

Eventually, she’d come across the Fenton’s file on her advocate’s desk, saw that they were rejected due to their ‘line of work’, and decided to check them out.

Anyway, long story short, she liked them, they loved him, Selina used some of her ‘contacts’ to get the paperwork sorted and legalized, and Bam! New baby Daniel Thomas Fenton, ready for action!

… Yeah, Danny thinks Selina was probably into some stuff, and left Bruce because of a scam gone wrong or something.

But again, he’s waaay off topic. His friends are being weird, he’s like 87% positive it’s about his birth parents, and now they’re both obsessively checking their phones like—

Knock knock kno— INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRU—

“Oh, sorry about that, we must have missed one when we were disabling them. Please, come in!”

Aaaand now there’s apparently people over? From the noise, it’s like five people or so, though they all walk so quietly on the carpeting it’s hard to tell, even with Danny’s enhanced hearing. He turns to ask his friends if they remembered his parents saying something about guests, only to see two identical grins.

‘Uh oh. Those looks combined usually mean bad news for me. Maybe I should take off while I’ve got the chance?’

Unfortunately, his friends knew him too well, and they both instantly blackmailed him with embarrassing Phantom PhailsTM videos.

So stayed he did, and down he went, once his mom called for them. The entire way down the stairs, his friends are grinning and smothering laughs and just generally acting like elementary school all over again.

Taking one, bracing breath, Danny prepares to see whatever the h*ll kind of prank his ‘besties’ have set up for him, and turns the corner into the living room.

…’Is that Bruce f*cking Wayne on our couch?!’

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Indeed. Indeed it is, along with Dick Grayson, who grins and ruffles his hair; Jason Todd, who offers an eye roll and a fist bump (and hoo-boy, that’s some very corrupted ecto in there, Danny’d better check that later); Tim Drake, who very distractedly shakes his hand before diving back into a conversation with Mom about their security system; and Damien Wayne, who gives him the stink-eye and only very grudgingly shakes Danny’s hand as well after Bruce nudges him into it.

So. That’s a thing, now. Meeting his super-famous estranged family members because his friends thought it’d be good both as a ‘parents-blew-themselves-up-and-Danny’s-not-a-legal-adult’ back-up plan (which, Danny can admit, is necessary, after he’d already had to put out several fires down there this month), and of course, a great prank to play. No doubt Tucker has several videos of Danny’s gaping.

After the awkward introductions comes an even more awkward dinner, though thankfully the atmosphere is due to all around lack of conversation skills and not a re-run of Night of the Living Food. (Thought Danny’s pretty sure he saw the meatballs wiggle a bit)

Eventually, everyone winds up at the front door, with yet even more awkward goodbyes and see-you-laters and a few, yes, awkward hand shakes.

By the time they door closes behind them, with a promise to join Danny and his friends at the mall tomorrow, he has decided one thing, for absolute certain:

‘I am soooo getting them back for this! Watch out for your own surprises, friends.’

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In case you’re curious:

Bruce- 36

Dick/Barbara- 25

Jason/Jazz- 18

Tim/Steph/Team Phantom- 16

Duke- 14

Damien- 12

[ambelle]

What I don’t understand is how or why that one kiss between DB in the present constituted any type of response (emotional or otherwise) when DK weren’t together at the time? SERIOUSLY! He couldn’t in good conscience even take her on a proper date because he was too busy flirting with Kory and obsessing over Red Hood and Scarecrow. Dick literally had Babs threatening to eat her pet goldfish; suggested them skipping the gala and hunting down Jason. He was so determined to find them that he was using Tim (a strangers) leads; saw Jason and ended up in an accident (on his motorcycle when Bruce Wayne has a fleet of cars). Let’s not forget, Dick was with Babs several more times after that kiss: the hospital, her office (where they both heard the bogus video that Scarecrow made to discredit the Titans) the bar where they used to hang out and created that stupid plan for the team to surrender themselves to GCPD 🙄 However, they never kissed again - not even when he left Gotham. Whatever was supposed to be going on with them is in delusional people’s minds and per the narrative was over before it even started. The vision of Mar’i in the Lazarus Pit was just the nail in the coffin for DB as it gave Dick renewed hope to try (again) with Kory.

Hey anon, I feel your frustration radiating through my screen.

long answer sorry

My conclusion is that some people deliberately ignored how undercooked and one-sided Dickbabs was on the show. Why? Your guess is as good as mines. Maybe one of my previous guesses was correct and they just enjoy being pissed off.

No one can say if the show had done Dickbabs they would have pulled out all the stops...because they did do Dickbabs...and it was embarrassing at best. They fought a majority of the time and "dated" for 2 eps never actually making it on a date. The ship never even sailed. They for real butted heads did a lot of case work, kissed once, then broke up. And seeing Mar'i made him so giddy he came out the pit a brand new man and started flirting with her mom.

But doesn't it feel like beating a dead horse repeating this sometimes? Like we all watched the same show yet somehow their takeaway is Dick was dead serious when he told Babs she could always come with him. That exchange between Dick and Babs is called tonal aporia. Similar to a rhetorical question the answer is known and they don't really want one. It's just being said as a funny gesture. Not everything is literal which is why they were both basically laughing as they said it.

I don't even dislike Babs and I'm glad there was no love triangle or humiliation or overlap here for Dick Babs and Kory. Had no desire to see Kory crying over them like people claimed she should have been.

But hey at least the discourse over this half-assed ship is almost done for good right?

Almost to the end now hang in there LOL

[lucky-katebishop]

Casting the Batfamily - Dick & Tim

Hi! I’m very new to the DC fandom so I may be wrong but I wanted to add my own two cents! I watched a video by Nando vs. Movies who did this, and I had some major reservations about his choices so I wanted to throw my hat in the ring! I’m doing Dick and Tim today because I have no idea for the others at this particular moment. Feel free to tell me your own fancasts! Also, I’m tired so my justifications won’t be great, I’m mostly working on vibes. (Also the pics SUCK sorry I made this on desktop)

Dick Grayson

1. Armani Jackson aka Travis from Honor Society

-this would be a Dick who’s a bit younger, probably when Jason is just becoming Robin

-in Honor Society, Travis is extremely charismatic and he’s sweet but I could see an edge to him that would require him to play Dick

-Travis in the movie kept dating a girl even though he was gay and I feel like Dick would continue to put himself in a situation like that just because it made other people happy, you know?

-He has a really good natured vibe to him that Dick has

-I didn’t originally want to put him because I don’t want well known actors, but I think he’s new enough that it really wouldn’t matter all that much

2. Hunter Doohan aka Tyler from Wednesday

-Tyler in the show is charming enough for Dick and Dick is a super charming guy

-He’s capable of playing a serious role but he has that sweetness and that feeling of loyalty to him

Tim Drake

1. Jake Ryan aka Woodrow from Asteroid City

-he’s pretty serious in this role, so I got major Tim vibes

-I’m serious, as I was watching this movie all I could think about was Tim

-so Woodrow in this movie is a genius but he also has a pretty big heart and softness to him (aka Tim)

-he’s around a good age to play Tim, the only reservation I have is the athleticism but, hey, body doubles 

-Woodrow in this movie is surrounded by adults who act like children and children who act like adults so... yeah, basically the batfam

-I see major potential here!!

-you probably don’t know who this is so I’ve enclosed a video clip from the show I’m talking about. This will be a harder sell...

2. Ali Khan aka Joshua from Everyone Else Burns

-he kind of gives me Wayne Family Adventures Tim vibes

-this would be a Tim where Damian is already part of the family and it’s post saving Bruce from the time stream

-he’s goofy but also can play a serious role, he’s afraid of letting his family down but also he can’t help but go against them when it’s important

-I know he’s not athletic or anything, and Joshua isn’t even portrayed to be a genius and it’s pretty much the opposite of my other choice, but this is a Tim who has mellowed out a bit. He’s older, he’s more hardened and cynical, but he can’t help but be a good person in spite of that

Those are my choices. Argue with me in the tags and comments. Give me your choices. I know I didn’t sell that well, but I can’t stop thinking about this!!

[browniesarethebest]

Hey I’m a HUGEEEEE fan of your writing ! Its so much fun to read and its just AJISHAKUSBEJAKJSJBKSJAKHSHS , ok sorry anyway can you please do a jason centric fic from batkid reversal if you want to :-)

Aw thank you! Sorry this is so late!

The first time Jason met Batman, he tried to hit him with a tire iron.

This was after he was discovered stealing the Batmobile’s tires, so Jason was not feeling great about his chances, but instead of getting the shit kicked out of him, he somehow found himself in the Batcave, meeting the rest of the mythical Bats.

Jason couldn’t help but stare around the Batcave in awe. It was filled with all sorts of trophies from Batman’s fights with supervillains. Jason especially wanted to check out the dinosaur in the corner but had a feeling he should probably stay where he was.

Shadowbat looked outraged. “Father, are you serious? You just took in Batgirl less than a year ago.”

“You’re rate of adoption is growing exponentially, B,” Spoiler added, “I think you’re developing a bit of a problem.”

“Wait. Batman wants to adopt me? Does that mean I get to become a superhero too?” Jason asked, eyes shining at the idea.

“No.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Shadowbat glared at Spoiler before turning to Batman. “Need I remind you what happened to Kid Bat when he was starting out? What could have happened? Taking in Batgirl was one thing, as she was already trained, but you are asking for another disaster if you take this one in.”

“What happened to Kid Bat?” 

Jason was ignored as Spoiler spoke, “Where’d you even find this kid, B?”

“Crime Alley. He was stealing the tires from the Batmobile.”

There was a beat of silence before everyone turned to stare at Jason. Jason eyed the heroes, wondering if this was the part where he would get beat up for stealing from Batman.

Spoiler whistled while Batgirl held out a fist. “Ballsy. You’re gonna fit right in, kid.”

Jason hesitantly fist-bumped Batgirl before looking at Spoiler. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Jason was shocked when she removed her hood and mask and held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, kid. I’m—”

“Stephanie Brown?” Jason’s jaw dropped. He looked around at the others. “That means...”

Batman pulled his cowl back, revealing himself as Bruce Wayne. 

The others watched as Jason looked around at the rest of the Bats, mentally tagging the rest of the Waynes. His eyes scanned over them again before settling on Batman.

“How the hell has no one figured it out? Like, now that I’m seeing it, it makes so much sense that the Waynes are the Bats.”

Bruce ignored the seething glare Damian sent him and smiled at the boy. “People see what they want to see. You’d be surprised at how little effort some heroes put into covering their secret identity and still stay low-profile.”

Spoiler (Stephanie Brown!) snorted while Jason furrowed his brows. He was sure Batman was making a dig at someone, but he wasn't sure who.

The rest of the meeting sped by in a blur, and Jason soon found himself lying in bed, dressed in a pair of Tim Drake's old pajamas. His new room was practically the size of his old apartment. It was bare, but Mr. Wayne and Stephanie had promised to take him out tomorrow to get things to make the room his own after filing the foster paperwork.

Jason didn't really know how to feel about that. Everything was moving so fast. Jason wasn't even really sure if he wanted to be fostered. He knew it would probably lead to adoption, like it had for the rest of Bruce's kids.

It beat living on the streets at least.

He did know that Damian Wayne didn't like him—that much was obvious. Jason didn't think the man had another facial expression besides glaring. Maybe it had something to do with what happened to Kid Bat?

Tim Drake.

Jason wasn't sure what to make of Tim. He had been pretty quiet during their first meeting. He hoped Tim didn't hate him. Of all the heroes in Gotham, Jason looked up to Kid Bat the most. Kid Bat was a, well, kid going up against supervillains and still managing to stay bright and funny. Jason had seen him take down a couple of muggers once, and it was a memory Jason thought about often. Jason had often felt powerless in his life. With Willis. With—With his mom. With the street thugs who chased him down to beat him up. Kid Bat was a symbol that he didn't have to be powerless—that just because he was kid didn't mean that he had to take it lying down.

And maybe now that Batman was taking him in, he could become a superhero too. He could inspire kids the way Kid Bat inspired him.

It was a nice thought.

He'd have to think of a name.

Jason was excited about all the new possibilities at his fingertips but soon fell asleep (his new bed was comfy). In the morning, he would go to with Bruce, Stephanie, and Cassandra to get his foster care paperwork filed before being whisked off to get clothes and decorations for his new room. He would spend his days learning how to bake with Alfred, slowly winning Damian over with in-depth literature discussions, and training with Bruce, who caved quickly to Jason's pleas to learn.

As for Tim? One day, the older boy took Jason aside after training and told him a story about a boy who was pushed away, leaving him vulnerable for the Joker to take. Thankfully, everything worked out in the end, but Tim never wanted Jason to go through what he did. He told Jason that he thought long and hard about what to do. He knew he couldn't convince Jason to not become a hero—there had been no convincing him, and he could see the potential in Jason.

It took everything in Jason not to cry when Tim handed him the Kid Bat costume. Tim told him he wasn't particularly attached to the name and that maybe Jason could help him find a new name?

Clutching the fabric close, Jason agreed to help Tim with a trembling lip. Tim smiled and pulled Jason into a hug. He murmured into the younger boy's ear, and the tears finally fell.

"Welcome to the family."

[algumaideia]

Nico quotes- Son of Neptune

Until that morning, her brother Nico had been the most powerful demigod she knew. The others at Camp Jupiter saw him as a traveling oddball, about as harmless as the fauns. Hazel knew better. She hadn’t grown up with Nico, hadn’t even known him very long. But she knew Nico was more dangerous than Reyna, or Octavian, or maybe even Jason.

...

Nico didn’t appear scary. He was skinny and sloppy in his rumpled black clothes. His hair, as always, looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. Hazel remembered when she’d met him. The first time she’d seen him draw that black sword of his, she’d almost laughed. The way he called it “Stygian iron,” all serious-like—he’d looked ridiculous. This scrawny white boy was no fighter. She certainly hadn’t believed they were related.

...

Um, anyway,” Nico continued, “Saturn probably faded back to the abyss. We all thought the war was over. Now it looks like the Titans’ defeat stirred up Gaea. She’s starting to wake. I’ve heard reports of giants being reborn. If they mean to challenge the gods again, they’ll probably start by destroying the demigods....” “You’ve told Reyna this?” Percy asked. “Of course.” Nico’s jaw tensed. “The Romans don’t trust me. That’s why I was hoping she’d listen to you. Children of Pluto...well, no offense, but they think we’re even worse than children of Neptune. We’re bad luck.” “They let Hazel stay here,” Percy noted. “That’s different,” Nico said. “Why?”

...

“Frank.” Nico smiled. He seemed to find Frank amusing, maybe because Frank was the only one at camp who wasn’t uneasy around the children of Pluto.

...

“No,” Nico said. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. I can’t interfere. Percy has to find his own way at this camp.” “Is he dangerous?” she asked. Nico managed a dry smile. “Very. To his enemies. But he’s not a threat to Camp Jupiter. You can trust him.” “Like I trust you,” Hazel said bitterly. Nico twisted his skull ring. Around him, bones began to quiver as if they were trying to form a new skeleton. Whenever he got moody, Nico had that effect on the dead, kind of like Hazel’s curse. Between them, they represented Pluto’s two spheres of control: death and riches. Sometimes Hazel thought Nico had gotten the better end of the deal.

“Look, I know this is hard,” Nico said. “But you have a second chance. You can make things right.” “Nothing about this is right,” Hazel said. “If they find out the truth about me—” “They won’t,” Nico promised. “They’ll call a quest soon. They have to. You’ll make me proud. Trust me, Bi—” He caught himself, but Hazel knew what he’d almost called her: Bianca. Nico’s real sister—the one he’d grown up with. Nico might care about Hazel, but she’d never be Bianca. Hazel was the simply the next best thing Nico could manage—a consolation prize from the Underworld. “I’m sorry,” he said. Hazel’s mouth tasted like metal, as if gold nuggets were popping up under her tongue. “Then it’s true about Death? Is Alcyoneus to blame?” “I think so,” Nico said. “It’s getting bad in the Underworld. Dad’s goingcrazy trying to keep things under control. From what Percy said about the gorgons, things are getting worse up here, too. But look, that’s why you’re here. All that stuff in your past—you can make something good come out of it. You belong at Camp Jupiter.” That sounded so ridiculous, Hazel almost laughed. She didn’t belong in this place. She didn’t even belong in this century.

...

Dakota belched. “Ambassador from Pluto, they call him. Reyna’s never sure what to do with this guy when he visits. You should have seen her face when he showed up with Hazel, asking Reyna to take her in. Um, no offense.”

...

“Nico is kind of mysterious. He makes everybody else nervous, being the son of Pluto, and all.”

...

Nico put his finger to his lips. Suddenly all the Lares went silent. Some looked alarmed, like their mouths had been glued together. Percy wished he had that power over certain living people...like Octavian, for instance.

...

“I came looking for my sister. Death has gone missing, so I thought...I thought I could bring her back and no one would notice.” “Back to life?” Hazel asked. “Is that possible?” “It should have been.” Nico sighed. “But she’s gone. She chose to be reborn into a new life. I’m too late.”

[thedevilsrain]

I’m sorry Jimmy Page did WHAT?? Can you expand on all that??? (I know he sucked but wooooooowww it just gets worse and worse doesn’t it?)

yea man sure!

(put under a readmore, it gets upsetting)

so this part, you can just fill under "gossip", nothin exactly criminal here, its just to show that hes an asshole. in 1970 (when he was a well grown adult of 26) he got married to a woman, then proceeded to cheat on her (will elaborate. dont worry) for a decade, including when she was pregnant and when she had her baby

now the actual, like, criminal part (and if i get any "well thats not under the age of consent" comments i swear to god)... this is pretty widely known, widely available information, widely photographed, widely in newspapers, that he had a "relationship" with a 13 year old girl, who herself used the term "basically kidnapped" to describe how richard cole took her to JP's hotel room. heres a source, here's another, and here's the entire wikipedia tab dedicated to it

this next part is complicated, because i'm assuming it's not something people hear much about, even if it is one of the first news that show up when you google jason bonham's name. he appeared on the howard stern show (no comments lol) and commented how, when he was sixteen, JP, himself an addict, gave him cocaine

BUT, two weeks later, he retracted the statements, and gave a PR response on his website how all of it was untrue. heres a source and a screenshot in case roIIing stones goes to shit

like i said. it is complicated. he retracted the statement, but i just cannot imagine someone making up a story (especially someone like bonham) that someone as rich and famous and important as page would give him hard drugs as a teenager

not only that, i think everyone has at least one story of a family friend offering them something when they were a little too young. but thats just me

back to gossip! like the leo after him, he keeps getting older, but they say the same! 79 year old page has been in a relationship of six years with professional 33 year old weirdgirl poet scarIett sabet (who, fun fact, is over a decade younger than his oldest daughter of the same name!) since 2014, when she was 24 years old and he was 70! however, they've admitted to knowing each other since she was twenty-two! source here, an source there!

he was also married to jimena gómez-paratcha from the mid-90s, when she was around 23 and he was around 50, to 2008, in a period where they had two children, and he adopted her daughter! source here

and thats it! a callout post for a recently 79 year old millionaire. being genuinely serious, however, i dont judge nor care abt people who like him. some people have their limits on who they like, some don't, and thats fine. the world is a beautiful sphere of contradictions. but i do hope this explains why i am filled with dread every time i see that man's balding, frog looking grin. maybe it's just his ponytail really

[iwishiwasbatman]

Masked Love (Part 2)

Pairing- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC

Warnings- death; violence

Summary- Elana struggles to get over Jason as the other Titans arrive in Gotham and new criminal activity starts to happen. An old friends in law enforcement helps to unravel the mystery behind the new issue and brings in an old enemy to help.

Word Count- 4,720

I hadn’t come out of my room in a while. Dick had even tried to get me out to welcome the other Titans to Gotham, but I just told him I didn’t feel good and to send my regards. He didn’t buy it, but I wasn’t really trying to sell it. He left me alone anyways. Eventually, after laying in my bed for hours, going through mine and Jason’s old texts, I had come out and gone down to the main room to say hi to the rest of the Titans.

“Elana!” Dawn smiled her beautiful smile, holding her arms out for a hug.

“Hey, Dawn,” I returned her smile and went in for a hug. She squeezed me tight and I felt that sense of safety you would only find in a parent. Dawn gave you that feeling.

“How are you doing?” she asked, pulling away, but putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Coping,” I smiled weakly.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything, I’m right here.”

“Same goes for me,” Kory said, walking up to us. I gave her a hug, too.

“Thank you guys, really. It means a lot to me,” I told them sincerely.

“Of course.” Dawn smiled.

“Elana!” Gar rushed up to me while Dick and Conner walked in. Gar and I did our hand shake that ended in a bro hug. It was a little something we came up with to pass time at the Tower. “I’m sorry about Jason,” he said on a more serious note.

“Thanks Gar,” I said. “Hey Conner.” I looked at the doorway where he stood.

“Hi, Elana,” he greeted cheerfully. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, thanks for asking,” I thanked him.

“Did the lion finally come out of her den?” Dick joked. I punched him on the shoulder.

“What did I ever do to you?” I glared.

“Well, for starters, you punched me.” He smirked.

“If you keep running your mouth, I’ll punch you again,” I threatened with a sweet smile.

“You two fight like children,” Kory laughed.

“You wouldn’t even know they’re adults.” Dawn shook her head.

“Hey, I thought you were on my side.” I crossed my arms.

“Whatever, drama queen,” Dawn chuckled.

I turned to Gar and Conner. “You boys want a tour?”

“Of Wayne Manor? Totally,” Gar said excitedly.

“Sounds like fun,” Conner agreed. I gestured for them to follow and led them into the parlor to start the “grand” tour.

—————————

I spent an hour leading Gar and Conner around the Manor and I had almost forgotten all my problems. Almost. As we finished the tour, Dick had come to get me because Babs needed us.

“Her name’s Anne Williams. She a thirty-four-year-old marketing consultant. No record, no religious groups, no terrorist affiliations,” Barbara informed us as we walked further into the precinct.

“Married?” Dick asked.

“She’s a widow. She has a seven-year-old daughter,” Barbara answered.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“We’re looking.” Babs led us into the monitor room. There were nine screens set up and on one of them showed a woman with a terrified look on her face, who I assumed to be Anne. She was at an ATM, just staring into the camera. Something was clearly wrong from the look on her face.

“She looks terrified,” Dick pointed out. The video kept playing. She put on a red hood of some sort. Finally, she moved away from the camera and dropped a bag in the middle of the floor, next to some other people. Then, she hurried up the stairs. Seconds later there was an explosion coming from the bag and the camera went out. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I didn’t expect that at all.

“She killed four people,” Babs said. “Hasn’t said a word since we brought her in. She just brought in this note,” Babs crossed her arms as the man in the chair next to us brought up a picture of the note, “asking to talk to Nightwing.” The note was unsettling. Reading “I need to talk to Nightwing”, it looked like someone carved into the paper, the words scrawled close together and jagged. The other side of the note looked like a set of instructions with variables and numbers.

Dick crossed his arms and sighed, looking over at me. His face read a question of whether to go talk to her or not. I shrugged. Maybe it was a good idea to see what she had to say.

“Okay,” Dick sighed. “I’ll go get him.” I laughed at his hiding of his secret identity. I got glares from both him and Barbara. He walked off and on his way out, he hit me on the back of the head. I rubbed where he hit me and looked at Barbara. She was still glaring.

“What?” I exclaimed. She shook her head. “So…” I sat on the desk, “how are you?”

“You are such a child.” She shook her head. “Come on.” She gestured for me to follow her into another room where I could see Anne through what I assumed was a one-way glass pane. “How are you doing? I realize I didn’t ask you yesterday after storming out.”

I glanced over at the man next to us, but he was talking to someone on his walkie talkie and walking out. “Why does everyone keep asking that? I’m fine. I’m not the one who died,” I answered.

“Elana, you have to stop being so hard on yourself. It’s not your fault he’s gone.” Barbara put a hand in my knee in a comforting manner.

“Oh my- Dick talked to you, didn’t he?” I chuckled, annoyed.

“He’s worried about you, and frankly, I am, too,” she admitted.

“You shouldn’t be. I’m an adult and I’ve been doing this for a long time.” I looked away from her, signaling to end the conversation, though I could feel her eyes on the back of my head.

Through the glass, I watched Dick walk into the room wearing his Nightwing suit.

“You asked to speak to me?” Dick addressed her. She looked absolutely terrified. I could kind of understand, but Dick wasn’t that scary. She started stuttering, barely making a sound. “Can you speak?” he asked her. She shook her head and uttered an “uh uh”. “The red hood you were wearing, was that something to do with the Joker?��� She looked like she was about to cry, but only shrugged. “Why do you wanna talk to me?” Whimpering, she pulled up her sleeve, revealing something I couldn’t quite see. “Who did that to you?” She kept whimpering. “Am I supposed to call that?” I looked at Barbara in confusion. Dick turned to us. “735…” The woman sitting next to Babs, who had come in moments ago, started writing the numbers down. “720…2660.” I realized it was a phone number.

Babs punched in the number and I leaned in expectantly. The laptop started pinging to trace the call and the whimpers from Anne grew louder. A woman’s gasp of pain made my head shoot up to see Anne with a look of pure agony on her face. I stood up quickly.

“You okay?” Dick asked. If the situation wasn’t as bad as it was, I would laughed at his stupid question. Anne groaned in pain. Her whimpering grew even louder as she looked at her arm. “Hang up the call!” Dick yelled to us through the glass. “Hang up the call!” Barbara and the woman rushed to do just that, but Anne had started foaming from the mouth.

“Make it stop!” she let out a bloodcurdling scream and snapped her own neck. I was taken aback, to say the least. My eyes went wide and I flinched. Dick looked back at us bewildered, then back at Anne’s body.

—————————

I was sat up on the edge of a table in Barbara’s office, absentmindedly flipping around a dagger in my hand. Dick and I were waiting for the commissioner to came back to talk about what happened only a half an hour ago.

“They found Anne’s daughter walking around the bus station an hour ago also wearing a red hood. Elana, get down,” Barbara said, wheeling in. I rolled my eyes and put my weapon away, hopping down. “She said some strange man in a mask snatched her out of bed. So, Anne wasn’t working alone.”

“Or he was using the kid to coerce her,” Dick offered. “No money, no political manifestos.”

“Doesn’t sound like a Joker copycat to me,” I sighed.

“So what does he want?” Dick asked.

“What’s any terrorist want? Create chaos, paranoia, fear, the noisy kind,” Barbara answered, a slight quiver in her voice. “Toxicology report came back. The woman had a subdermal drug delivery system in her arm. Our guys said it was some sort of Flakkid derivation.” I nodded, pretending to know what that meant. “Like, nuclear bath salts. They juiced her with some serious chemical strength.”

“A bomb in pharmacology points to a science background,” Dick said.

“Maybe military,” I added.

“Well, that narrows it down a few hundred thousand.”

“Probably with a mental health issue, too. Might help narrow the profile,” Dick suggested. Barbara stared at us like she was conflicted.

“I wasn’t gonna mention this, but for cases like these, we’ve been using a consultant,” she sighed. “Like a profiler. And we’ve gotten good results, but you’re not gonna like it.” I furrowed my eyebrows at her words.

“Okay,” Dick said.

“You’re really not gonna like it.” She crossed her arms. “Scarecrow.”

“What?!” Dick and I exclaimed in unison, though I was much more enthusiastic.

“Are you crazy?! He’s a psychotic bad guy. Psychotic bad guys play mind games and back stab everyone,” I told her.

“Told you you wouldn’t like it,” Babs said. Dick stomped up angrily.

“You know, Batman put him in Arkham years ago for a reason,” he told her aggressively.

“Oh, he’s still there. He’s just helping us on the side,” Babs said.

“He’s nuts!” I hissed.

“You’re taking advice from a crazy person,” Dick backed me up.

“It was Bruce’s idea,” Babs said as Dick began to walk out. He stopped and turned back around. “He thought that Crane had value and so far, he’s been right. When it comes to profiling the criminally insane, I hate to admit it, but he’s the best that we’ve got. And after what happened today, I think that we need the best.” Dick and I shared glances and we knew what had to be done. “I’ll call ahead. Make an introduction.” And so did Barbara. I nodded and followed Dick out of the precinct.

“What is she thinking?” I asked Dick, settling into the passenger’s seat.

“She‘s not. Bruce apparently snapped a while ago and we didn’t even notice,” he grumbled.

“Why would he even suggest that? It doesn’t make sense. Scarecrow is a manipulator. Bruce of all people should know not to trust someone like that,” I complained.

“Well, at least when the inevitable betrayal happens, we get to say I told you so,” Dick offered.

“I love saying “I told you so”.”

—————————

After all the necessary check ins, Dick and I headed to talk to the madman himself. We walked down the dimly lit halls of Arkham with an escort.

“What cell?” Dick asked.

“He’s on the end. Only one down here,” the guard told us. Dick nodded and began walking down toward Crane’s cell. I followed. We got to the bars of the cell and Dick spoke up.

“Dr. Crane?” The man had his back turned to us and was messing with something I couldn’t make out.

“Weed,” was all we got. I rubbed my eyes in annoyance. “Look, if you want my help and you do, then I’m gonna need some high quality flour. I’m talking seventy-thirty sativa. Lemon lyric is my favorite, but I’m not a name brand only guy. Just get me in the ballpark. Anything above twenty-five percent THC. Then we can have our little tet-a-tet.” I banged on the bars to get his attention. Crane turned around.

“You’re doing the stoner act, huh?” Dick asked.

“It’s not an act. It helps my brain slow down. Arkham really isn’t a venue for depressants,” Crane answered. I rolled my eyes.

“Gotham PD actually has you on the payroll?” Dick asked. Crane settled into his chair.

“I don’t know, but when I’m a good little doggie, they give me my treats,” Crane sighed. This was ridiculous.

“A woman killed herself today, doctor. Very strange case,” Dick got to the point.

“I heard,” Crane chucked, causing me to narrow my eyes. “She asked for a new guy. Nightwing. Poor Batman. I mean the dude has one little murdering screen and all of a sudden he’s yesterday’s news, right?” He chuckled again. “You got rolling papers?” Dick stepped up to the bar and handed him paper. “Ah, love you brother, love ya,” Crane said.

“Somebody installed a subdermal drug pump in her arm.” I crossed my arms, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“Yeah, Barb sent over a cheat sheet. The vicious little guy, this one, but if we’re being honest, I mean, a subcutaneous drug pump,” Crane laughed. “That’s too clever. Got to give an A+ for originality.”

“The victim was a mother, afraid of losing her child. So afraid, in fact, that she murdered four strangers,” Dick said.

“Right, right. You know when Barb, when she said your name, it, uh, rang a bell in my head. The, uh, carny kid that Bruce Wayne took in for PR. You’re that Dick Grayson which means this lovely young lady with you is Elana Queen.”

“I am right here. You can address me individually,” I sighed.

“You know who we are,” Dick said, ignoring my comment.

“Now, your story’s biblical, brother. I mean, you ditched a family safety net, you flee swinging Wayne Manor. And then years later, like the prodigal son, home again, home again, jigity jig.”

“I didn’t come here to talk about myself. If you have the file, maybe you have a few ideas,” Dick said, clearly annoyed.

“Well, do you have a light?” Crane asked.

“No, sorry,” Dick answered.

“That’s okay. I got connections.” He reached under his chair and pulled out the file. “Yes, the file. Well, um, my best guess, and it’s just a guess, is that, uh,” he messed with the papers, “he somehow knows who this Nightwing character really is and he has some sort of jealousy complex.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it.” Crane nodded. “Maybe he has a background in explosives, so maybe military construction, maybe just an internet move.”

“Okay,” Dick sighed, annoyed.

“I could’ve told you that,” I mumbled to Dick. “Actually, I believe I did tell you that.”

“It’s nice to see that higher learning wasn’t wasted on you, doctor. Thanks for your help.” I turned to walk away, Dick behind me.

“The Bird’s Opening,” Crane said. We stopped.

“What?” Dick asked as we both turned around.

“It’s the Bird’s Opening.” Crane got closer to the bars. “It’s one of the oldest known openings in chess. It was made famous in 1855 by Henry Edward Bird. It’s a classic king-pawn opening. The two are connected, relying on each other. The king moves stealthily in the shadows, while the pawns are sent into the teeth of destruction so that he may advance.”

“You got all that from the police cheat sheet?” I asked skeptically.

“Yeah.” He held up the picture of the note that came with Anne. “The note. It’s written on the back of the page torn from a chess manual. It’s just his opening move.” I looked at Dick, who had the look that he had when he was trying to figure something out. “How’s that for my higher learning?”

“You want a gold star?” I asked sarcastically.

“Just put in a good word for me with the commissioner,” Crane said and returned to his seat.

“Come on,” Dick said, gesturing for us to leave.

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I was sitting on the edge of a table in the Cave, not really listening to Dick as he tried out combinations from the Bird’s Opening. Dawn and Kory walked in and went to see what Dick was doing, so I figured I’d better start paying attention.

“Is it some kind of code?” Dawn asked Dick.

“The Bird’s Opening. Chess moves,” he answered. “I’ve been running the pieces and board numbers through the computer. Looking at all the combinations.”

“For what?” Dawn asked.

“Telephone numbers, bank accounts. Needle in a haystack.”

“The Bird’s Opening, Robin. It can’t be random,” Dawn pointed out.

“Anne lived at 2289 Bluebird Way,” I remembered aloud.

“Let’s get a list of all the Gotham streets with bird names,” Dick said, typing into the computer.

“There’s five in Gotham,” Dawn read. “Bluebird, Condor Court, Finch Street, Falcon Way, and Eagle Crest.”

“We’re good at this,” I said to myself.

“I’ll see if the numbers correlate to the actual addresses and the addresses of the next victims.” The door to the Cave swung open and shut loudly, revealing Hank.

“I pedaled as fast as I could,” he laughed. Both Kory and I went over to hug him. “How you doing?” he asked Kory as they hugged.

“Great,” she smiled.

“Hey, kid,” he looked at me. “How ya feeling?”

“Like the next person that asks is gonna end up thrown out a window,” I sighed, going in for the hug.

“About time, brother,” Dick said. I looked over at Dawn, who did not look happy. This had to have been very awkward for her.

“So are we suiting up?” Hank asked. Before we could do anything else, Dawn spoke up.

“Hank, upstairs, now.” I looked over at Dick with an nervous look because of her tone and he returned it. Hank was about to get chewed out.

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I had gone to check a building matching some of the numbers on Finch Street, but came up with nothing. I hopped on my bike and right as I did that, I got a call from Dick saying Babs needed our help for a bank robbery. Apparently, the only reason she called was because they were all wearing red hoods.

Dick went to talk to Babs, but I stayed up on a nearby roof. I wasn’t one of the more public Titans, so showing up with them while police and reporters were around wasn’t a good move. Dick and I had talked out our plan in advance. We thought that Anne and these people were connected through the guy in the mask. That he was running it all. Dick has suggested maybe these “robbers” were being forced into this like Anne was with this mystery guy using her kid. And though I had cautioned against it, he thought we should go in and try to talk these people down.

“Stand down,” I heard Barbara yell to her men. This was my cue to make my way down. I joined the others right as they made it to the door. We walked in all together and I activated my bow. As we walked in, we saw men with their guns pointed at people behind the counter.

“Wait!” Dick yelled. The men whipped around.

“Stand back!” one of them shouted.

“Easy,” Hank said. “Everyone just relax.”

“You don’t have to do this. Look, we know somebody took your children and forced you into this. We’re gonna find them and bring them back to you, safe and sound,” Dick said.

“Found the kids,” Conner’s voice came through the comms. “Safe and sound.”

“The kids are safe. We’ve found them,” Dick announced.

“Nobody needs to get hurt,” Dawn said. “This is over.”

“No. It’s not over,” one guy said. “Not yet.” He took off his mask right and pointed his gun at us as Gar’s voice came through the comms.

“Those people in the back, they are the parents.” It all made sense. This was a set up. Aw, crap.

“Now it’s over,” the guy said. The person behind him rolled out something that I didn’t realize was an explosive until too late.

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Things could’ve gone worse. We could be dead. We had made it out with only a few cuts and bruises, but the criminals got away with quite a bit of money. I had told Dick that I wasn’t sure talking would do the trick and that we couldn’t just assume details. Did he listen? No. Was I right? Of course. Which is why I made him go talk to Barbara by himself. She was gonna kill him.

Now, I was sitting in my room, going through pictures of Jason. The Manor just didn’t feel right without him. So much, in fact, that I decided I wasn’t going to sleep here. I had an apartment only a five minute drive away. That’s where I was going to sleep.

“Hey,” Dawn said, peeking her head in and dragging me back to reality.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Mind if I come in?”

“Not at all.” I patted the bed to tell her she could sit. She came in and settled down next to me.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Pictures, nothing special,” I said.

“Would those pictures happen to be of Jason?” I chewed on the inside of my lip and looked down.

“Maybe.”

“Hey.” She put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay to feel things. Jason was your boyfriend and you lost him. You can’t torture yourself by trying to suppress your feelings.”

“That’s harder than it sounds,” I let out a weak chuckle.

“I know.” She offered a sad smile.

“So,” I decided to change the subject, “how badly did you tell Hank off?”

“Oh,” she laughed and leaned back. “It was pretty bad.”

“Poor Hank. You can be scary.”

“Yeah, poor Hank,” she echoed quietly.

“Feelings are weird, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Tell me about it,” she replied with a soft laugh. “It’s like you never know what they mean and when you think you know, you’re way off.”

“Right! Or maybe it’s just boys.” We both laughed. “We should go see if the others need help with this Bird’s Opening,” I said.

“We really should. They are probably completely lost without us,” Dawn added.

“It’s true, we are the real brains of this operation.”

“I’ll go see if Hank is back while you go check on the others,” Dawn said. I nodded. We got up and headed downstairs. I went to the Cave where Gar and Kory were playing chess while Conner sat at the table, reading something.

“I’m problem solving,” I heard Gar say as I got to the bottom of the stairs. “The Bird’s Opening. The answer’s right in front of us. It’s hidden in plain sight.”

“Hey Lana,” Kory greeted me.

“Still trying to figure out the Bird’s Opening?” I asked.

“You know it,” Gar sighed.

“Hey, speaking of the Russians, this guy, uh, this guy, Bobby Fisher, had the fillings removed from his mouth because he thought the Russians were using it as a radio chest,” Conner laughed. I did too. It was funny.

“Stop,” Gar said.

“It’s a fact,” Conner stuttered.

“Hold on. Fisher took out his own fillings?” Gar asked.

“I’m not sure if I should talk or not…” Conner said awkwardly. Gar looked deep in thought.

“He did it because he thought the Russians were trying to beat him,” Gar laughed to himself. “It was a defensive move.” I started to get what he was in about and moved closer. “We’re looking at this the wrong way. The answer isn’t figuring out more of the Bird’s Opening moves, it’s how we beat it.” He turned the board so that he was playing the against the Bird’s Opening. “Conner, top five defensive moves against Bird’s Opening.” Dick came downstairs right as Gar said this.

“I wouldn’t,” Kory stopped Dick from speaking up. “He’s on a roll.” My head swarmed with ideas and thoughts of what this could mean. Gar was absolutely right when he said we were looking at it the wrong way. Now we just had to figure out what the right way was.

“Fromm’s Gambit, uh, the Modern Defense, uh, Fianchetto, Hobbs Gambit…” Conner read off.

“Hobbs?” I asked.

“Unsound, but nonetheless interesting and uncommon,” Conner read.

“No, not that. Hobbs Powder Group. They used to make explosives,” I recalled aloud. Dick went over to the computer and began pulling things up on Hobbs.

“Batman and I shut them down for street dealing,” Dick said. He pulled up a location. “There’s a 911 call, two minutes ago, coming from the Hobbs building.” The voice of the 911 operator came through and I listened intently.

“A man. I saw him take this woman from a building. She was screaming. He had a gun,” the caller said, clearly in distress.

“Where are you?” the operator asked.

“Outside the Hobbs building. He took her inside. He had a hood over his head, a red one.” I looked at Dick and exhaled heavily.

“It’s a bogus call,” Dick said. “Leading them into a trap.”

“Call Barbara,” Kory told him.

“Yeah, I don’t think she’s taking our calls,” I sighed.

“We have to stop those cops,” Dick said. We headed off to get suited up. “Let’s get the spike strips.”

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I arrived at the west side of the Hobbs building, fully suited. I crept toward the building, seeing as I parked further away so that no one would hear me coming. Slinking in the shadows, I went unnoticed by the two men that stood at the entrance with guns. I drew my bow and aimed at the first guy’s hand. The arrow flew right through it, causing him to drop his gun and yell in pain. The other guy began shooting in my direction, even though he couldn’t see me.

As soon as he went to reload, I put an arrow in his shoulder and charged. The guy with the arrow through his hand came at me with a poorly swung fist. I easily grabbed it and yanked his arm behind him then kicked the back of his knee, sending him to one. I hit him in the head with my bow, successfully knocking him out.

I ducked under a punch at my face from the other man and rolled back. As he tried again, I dodged his fist and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him forward and elbowed him in the face, then took his head and brought my knee to it. All it took was a tornado kick to the head to knock him out.

I moved further into the area to see if anyone else was around, specifically cops. Seeing that it was all clear, I radioed in.

“West is clear,” I announced.

“North is, too,” Dawn’s voice came crackling through the comms.

“So is east,” Kory said.

“Nightwing?” I asked. It took about ten seconds, but he responded.

“Clear,” he panted.

“Are you okay?” Kory asked.

“Fine, just had to fight off more than I expected,” he said, still breathing heavy.

“You could’ve called me for backup. I had to deal with two,” I said.

“Let’s get back to the Cave,” he said, ignoring me.

Once at the Cave, everyone went their separate ways after a short talk about what just happened. Apparently, we got absolutely nothing except for a couple thugs. I found that hard to believe.

“You’re telling me that we got nothing?” I asked Dick once everyone else was gone.

“Yep,” he answered, his head clearly somewhere else.

“That doesn’t make any sense. They make a fake 911 call, only to have a couple of bogeys there, who the police would easily be able to take care of. And I saw no one in a red hood, unlike the other times we’ve dealt with these people.”

“I don’t know,” Dick sighed.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Are you sure you didn’t see anything?”

“I said I didn’t, now drop it!” Dick raised his voice. I blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. He looked at me with an annoyed expression before sighing and turning to walk away.

“Hey!” I said. “You do not just get to walk away after yelling at me for thinking logically about a mission.”

“Look, Elana, it’s been a long day. I’m going to get some sleep and you should, too. If we really need to, we can talk about this in the morning.” With that, he walked away, leaving me in the Cave all alone and with one thought. He definitely saw something he didn’t want me to know about.

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Part 12 of Discovering Safety

For the last two weeks Tim had been forced to sit around waiting for Jason’s problems to be solved by someone else. His older brother was constantly stressed and it grates on his nerves because the only thing he can do is comfort him with his presence. 

While the world isn’t as prejudiced towards omegas as it was a century ago, it is still common for them to be harassed by alphas who want to become their mates. Tim is sick of this particular fact of life and his hatred of the treatment of omegas as second class citizens has only grown over the years as he experiences first hand the way some of his fellow alphas think of them.

On more than one occasion he’s had to deal with some presumptuous alpha trying to force their way into Jason’s life and while this new threat is the first to really bother his older brother it isn’t surprising. Tim had seen it happen to several omegas over the last few years, although it was less secretive who their ‘admirers’ were.

The gala is going as well as he’d expected, filled with people happy to be a part of the charity work, most of which he has come to know over the last four years of living in Wayne Manor. He had listened with everyone else as Jason had officially started the event with a speech, then lost him as they both started making their rounds of the room.

He is speaking with one of their potential partners for a new business venture, when he sees Jason step outside onto the balcony alone. He immediately excuses himself to follow after him and speeds up as he sees a stranger follow his brother, only a few steps behind him. The two are out of his sight for three excruciating minutes as he crosses the room.

He reaches the doors that lead out to the balcony and is dismayed to see that not only is Jason nowhere to be found but the other man he had seen has also disappeared. As he starts panicking he realizes he hadn’t told anyone what he had seen and turns to let Bruce know. It becomes unnecessary though as Dick comes storming out desperately searching for Jason as well.

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Sorry it's short again this week, posts will be a bit short from here on out.

Just a reminder that I will post any necessary warnings for serious topics if they are needed, so there should be no unpleasant surprises <3J

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Yandere Brahms Heelshire (2/5)

Word count ; 4.0k

Songs : Cries in Vain 

*Edited:3

Bring… Bring…

From beside me, the phone suddenly started up. Who’s calling this late in the evening? It was already eight p.m. I sighed, setting my bookmark in the almost completed sci-fi novel.

I rolled to the other side of the bed, accidentally squishing Brahms into me, and lifted up the old-fashioned device. “Hullo?” I greeted in annoyance.

“Oh my god, bitch.”

“Ryleigh? Oh my god! Thank god you called, there’s no signal or WIFI or anything out here so my cell phone doesn’t work!” I exclaimed, fully scrambling to the phone.

“Girl, I’ve been spamming you like crazy! And who the hell wouldn’t have WIFI these days, are you good?” she complained.

“I know right? Dude, this place is crazy, but in the tamest way possible - god, I really need to catch you up. Also, I love you and miss you dearly, you should definitely come the hell over here for vacay.”

“Woah, woah, unlike you, I’m a sane person who doesn’t bunk in a stranger’s house in a completely new country. But… I could be swayed. Anyways, tell me the tea.”

“Well, I’m doing a job for potential crazy people. I’m… babysitting a doll. I think they’re still grieving the death of their kid, because Brahms definitely existed at some point. But these people are super old.”

“Seriously? Makes sense they don’t have WIFI if they’re crazy old people.”

“Yep. Checks out. On the plus side, I’m babysitting a doll and I’m living in a house that’s the size of a castle. I’ve been in at least ten rooms, but there’s four floors, and if there’s about six rooms down each hallway… Hell, there could be up to fifty rooms. It’s insane, one of these days I gotta go exploring.”

“Fucking definitely. Maybe it’s one of those old houses that has secret passage ways in the closets,” she agreed.

“Mhm, exactly. And besides this, I’m really able to just… relax and work on myself. I’ve gotten back into jogging and eating healthy. I have so much time to do self-care. I used to describe myself as a people person, but it’s so great to be by myself t.b.h.”

“I get that. I know I usually don’t talk seriously, but I was worried. Especially with all the problems Jason caused. That guy’s psycho and your mental health was destroyed from that. I’m proud of you for making the right decision.”

“Thanks, babe. So, what’s been going on back home?”

“T.b.h., I should definitely take the same path you did. There’s still no work available in this town, and my part-time job won’t take me back,” Ryleigh fussed. “Oh, b.t.w, people are missing you. I keep telling friends you went abroad and they congratulated you. And were you serious about vacay-ing to England? ‘Cause I’m totally down for that.”

“You’re always welcome. I don’t know when they’re coming back, but in a mansion, it’ll be easy for you to sneak around once they come back.”

“If they’re so rich, there’s gotta be some hella good wine, right?” she inquired. “All rich snobs have that.”

“No, sorry, I tossed it all out. You know I’m trying to sober up. No beer, no wine, no coke - nothing,” I replied, sitting up and pulling Brahms to my chest.

“Aw, man. Oh - I forgot to tell you the most important part of the day, although I’m not sure you want to hear it,” she chuckled nervously.

“Oh, god. Spill.”

“Well, uh, the other day I had to call the police because a certain dickwad broke into my apartment,” she started.

“Oh my god. Oh, my god. I’m so, so sorry —“

“Girl! No! Shut the fuck up, no. Anyways, let me continue. After a thorough investigation of my house, I don’t think he found what he was looking for. And he definitely had at least a few days in prison - that is, if his rich bitch parents don’t bail him out again.”

“Holy shit. Ryleigh, I’m sorry he’s harassing you again,” I apologized, trying to hold in the tears.

“No way are you apologizing. This isn’t your fault. At all. Jason’s insane. He’s a bad person. You don’t deserve this and neither do I, but eventually he’ll let up. And besides, he can’t find you and I’m definitely gonna kick his ass the next time he shows his face.”

“That town ain’t big enough for the both of you, huh?” I giggled, already sufficiently comforted by my best friend.

“Exactly! See, you get it. Hey, do you have a pen?”

“Yeah,” I said, reaching over and tearing a piece of a page out. Sorry, book.

“My number is - ***-****-****.”

“Okay, thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow night, aight? You called me right as I was winding down for the night.”

“You’re kidding! Isn’t it only eight or something?”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ve really managed my sleep schedule the past few days.”

“I applaud you for your efforts. Call me in the morning for you because no way in hell am I waking up this early again. Like, I love you, but mornings are ew.”

“Got it. But won’t you already be drunk by five?”

“Ha-ha. Very funny. Love you, bye bitch.”

“Bye bitch, love you too.”

I hung up and set the phone down. If there was anything I missed currently other than the occasional urge was my best friend. But it was worrisome. Hopefully… No, Jason wasn’t going to find me. Things were fine.

“And, on this note, Brahms, I’m hella tired, my tiny porcelain dude. Time to hit the hay while my stalker is potentially on the way.”

~~~

Make the bed, check. Brush my teeth, check. Kiss the cute doll good morning, check. So, having completed my morning rituals, I picked up Brahms and opened my bedroom door. Why I felt the need to close it in the first place, I had no clue.

I opened the door, but I was surprised when a paper fluttered across the floor. “Huh?” I crouched down, picking up the yellow sheet. My heart raced as I recognized the cursive writing —

Brahms’ rule sheet.

I gulped and decided to observe my surroundings. Brahms’ room was across from mine. The door was wide open. There must’ve been a consistent draft last night… Yes, that made sense.

I grabbed the paper and balled it up in my fists. That paper seriously pissed me off for giving me such a fright. I tossed it into the room and shut the door.

“Man, Brahms, that scared the hell out of me. For a second, I lived in a world where you were haunted,” I tittered. “Anyways - time to fix the trauma with some toast.”

I evacuated the hallway and raced to the kitchen. I was in my yoga pants and crop top, as I was probably going to go for a run soon. Nothing was more refreshing than being covered head to toe in sweat and barely being able to walk, you know?

So, I spent my morning productively. I finished showering just around lunch time and went to the kitchen, where I’d left Brahms sitting in one of the high seats. I should make a tuna Sala sandwich for lunch —

“Ah, Miss Y/n, I was wondering where you were!”

I screamed when, upon entering the kitchen, Malcolm made an appearance. The kitchen was probably stocked up, but for the second time, the man had scared the hell out of me - and it was unwelcome after the incident that morning.

“Malcolm! We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I exclaimed, glaring playfully when he keeled over laughing.

“And you’ve got to be more on guard, Miss Y/n,” he managed out. “I do make my rounds every weekend, after all.”

I huffed. “Touche.” I leaned against the counter. “Sticking around for lunch? I do make a mean sandwich.”

“Well, not to be a free-loader, but I figured you could use some company. Plus, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, since I know the… doll situation is odd,” he accepted.

I got to work, taking out a bowl and the necessary ingredients. “Well, it’s not really any of my business. All I needed to know is that Brahms is a great teddy bear.”

“Really now?” he snickered. “The doll tends to creep me out, but to each their own.”

“I like dolls. I know people usually think that because they’re human-like they’re creepy, but I find comfort in a mini-human friend,” I giggled. I dumped tuna, cheese, and mayonnaise into the bowl, stirring. “How’s your week been?”

“As good as any. If you couldn’t tell, except for this part of my job, working at a store’s pretty boring. This is the most interesting part of my week - not to mention, I’m talking to a pretty girl.”

“Smooth,” I tutted, poking his chest teasingly. Malcolm was a fairly attractive man, I acknowledged that. But I wasn’t planning to make any moves until I thoroughly got to know him. I felt too hollow from all the friends with benefits I had, and not to mention my experience with Jason. So this time, I wanted to enter a real, good, serious relationship. “Can you get out some bread and plates? We can boil some vegetables, if you’d like.”

“Only sandwiches for now.” He did as asked, so I spread the mixture on some bread and formed the sandwiches. I finished my work with a satisfied sigh, quick to take a bite. “My my, manners, we should sit down first.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “God, that’s such a British thing to say. ‘My my! Manners!’” I imitated.

He shook his head with a grin. “You’re in a country full of us, so watch it, lady.”

“How intimidating. Anyways, aren’t my sandwiches incredible? I’d make a great housewife,” I bragged, digging into the food as I sat at the dining table.

“Don’t quite be so full of yourself, I have yet to see evidence that you can take care of Brahms, a doll,” he teased. “But yes, it’s delectable.”

“Hey now, I said ‘wife,’ not mom,�� I defended with a pout. “Besides, that’s a little sexist. Maybe I don’t want kids.”

“O - Oh, I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention —“

“Calm your tits lover boy, I was just joshing you,” I reassured. “How can I not when you’ve got such a ‘delectable’ accent?”

We finished our sandwiches, and I noted that the house probably needed some general repairs, as I heard distant creeks all over the house. I collected his plates after a polite back-and-forth about doing the dishes.

“Are you planning to stick around or do you have work?” I asked, stacking the plates.

“Well, aside from the delivering groceries and eating your lunch, I was planning to ask you out. I figured you’ve been cooped up in the house enough that maybe you’d be interested in watching a movie?”

I bit my lip. A movie. Not the pub, not a club, and not a bar. What could go wrong? Malcolm was nice and I could use the excursion. “Sure, yeah. No pressure, but it’s solely depending on you for me to have a good time,” I said with a wink while heading into the kitchen.

“Well, m’lady, I’ll try not to disappoint. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”

~~~

I stared at my suitcase, comparing my options. It was technically a date, so wouldn’t it be good to wear a dress? But we were still just going to see a movie, and it’s not like it was formal… I bit my lip and stared at the doll. Smiling mockingly, I held up an outfit of jeans and a t-shirt and the dress.

“Well, Brahmsy? What do ya think?” I took a second, eyes switching between the two outfits. “You’re right, jeans and shirt makes me look hot.” I laughed jovially, tossing the dress onto the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

Long story short, I had a shower. A nice, comfortable shower. Once I hopped out, I almost had a heart attack when I saw the bathroom door cracked open. Ever since the paper accident, I’d been paranoid like an idiot. I was about to get dressed she I heard a loud thud from the hallway.

“Malcolm?” I called, but there was no reply.

I wasted no time pulling on my clothes before investigating, because if I’d learned anything from horror movies, it was that dying in a towel was embarrassing.

I wrapped my hair up in the towel and sighed when another knock sounded in the hallway. “Malcolm, just give me a moment!” I shouted. I paused when I saw the bedroom door slightly cracked.

I didn’t leave the door open.

No, no, Malcolm must’ve arrived. I sighed and tossed the towel on the bed instead. I didn’t want to keep him waiting. Out of habit, I waved to the doll as I exited, having grabbed my purse.

Wait, where was my dress? God, I was such a klutz, did I take it into the bathroom? Whatever.

A creak came from the hallway. Oh. I bet Malcolm was trying to scare me. To keep the joke running, right? I clutched my purse to my side, rolling my eyes as I entered into the dimly lit hallway.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Malcolm —"

I wildly investigated my surroundings. There was no Malcolm. Was I just hearing things? I knew he had a sense of humor, but the man would never dedicate to the bit this thoroughly.

No, I knew what I heard —

Why was the room door open? Okay, I was scared. I let out a squeak and went to retrieve my little inanimate buddy. Cradling the doll in my arms, I was able to gather enough confidence to investigate further.

“Well, Brahms, looks like we’ve got a potential home invader,” I whispered. Other than being my emotional support, Brahms was a weapon; and no way in hell was I hallucinating what I heard. Someone was in the house with me.

I entered Brahms’ bedroom. I steeled myself. My eyes surveyed two potential hiding spots. Under the bed and in the closet. I stepped into the room, taking one glance around. Anxiety took over. Nope, nope, nope, I wasn’t equipped with a proper weapon. Time to escape this house.

But then something caught my eye. I couldn’t help it as my feet automatically trudged over to the bedside table. Brahms’ rules. I reached out, lifting the paper. Was that heart always scribbled on the paper? Was I simply overreacting, and it was a copy that’d always been there?

I squinted my eyes.

Oh.

Oh, no.

The paper was crumpled. No, not crumpled, un-crumpled.

This was the paper I’d thrown.

As if on cue, the bedroom door slammed shut. A scream tore at my throat, ready to dart into the corner, but I had been locked in. My brain went on autopilot and, tossing Brahms onto the bed, I rushed over to the door. I jiggled the knob in vain.

“Help! Please! Take what you want and leave!” I screamed desperately. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t see. The world was spinning around me.

I was trapped. There was someone in the house. I was in danger. Malcolm. I needed to get out, Malcolm would save me. Don’t lose your head, Y/n.

I stumbled back and fell onto the bed. Focus. Focus, Y/n. “Ceiling,” I choked out. “Ceiling, lightbulb. Lightbulb.” I felt around the bed, grasping and pulling the sheets until I felt the doll’s hands. “Doll. Brahms. Brahms. Doll. Ceiling. Lightbulb. Bed. Brahms. Brahms.” I held the porcelain child in my arms, rocking it. “It’s okay, Brahms. You’re okay. I’m… okay… Breathe, Y/n…”

I forced my eyes shut. I focused. Come on, Y/n, nothing would be solved by panicking. You were strong. You had to be. Whoever was in the house clearly wasn’t trying to hurt you. They were just trying to rob the house. That’s why they locked you in. Yes, that’s why I was locked in.

I opened my eyes and pushed Brahms off. I could do it. I sat up, getting right to work. I could try to break the window. “Brahms, keep watch,” I announced, determination in my tone. I went over to the dresser, grabbing the old toys and hurling the against the window. Every single one bounced right off, clattering on the ground. But, cracks were beginning to form, and that motivated me.

The window was small. And I was on the second story. I knew the glass would cut me, and the fall would hurt. But I had to get out. I would get out. And that’s when the miracle worker ended up right in my hands. A paper weight made of stone. I stood right in front of the window and hurled the rock at top speed.

The glass shattered. But the wood barricade was still intact. So, I raised my foot kicked clean through. Pain shot through my body as the glass cut through my jeans and stabbed into my leg.

I began pushing it out further, and every time I lost balance, it cut deeper. However, I kept pushing. Even with blood pooling at my feet. I kept pushing.

I let out a gasp of relief when it shot through. I stabilized myself. I thought things were going swimmingly, but I suddenly heard footsteps racing towards the door. Oh no. I had to move fast.

The knob was being turned. Come on, Y/n, move. I pushed the other half of my body through the window. The glass tore at my chest, my waist, everywhere. Blood and sweat was mixing together.

The door suddenly slammed open. The footsteps were approaching. With one last push, I sent myself hurling out the window, not without the twist of my foot on the way down.

I screamed.

My vocal cords were fried the whole way down. I didn’t have enough strength to coordinate my limbs, to protect my head, as I fell. All I could do was flip my body over mid-air.

“Malcolm!” I screeched.

The final thing I saw was a looming figure with short, dark hair from the second floor. And then things went black.

~~~

Laughter. Laughter was coming from the living room. My feet automatically moved towards the sound. One of the laughs, I knew like the back of my hand. But the other was unfamiliar, a high-pitched, bell-toned giggling from a woman.

Before my eyes could behold the scene, I could already smell the smoke. I entered the living room to confirm, that indeed, Jason was on the couch with a woman, smoking. They had been engrossed in a conversation, but paused when I entered the room.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” the woman grinned, winking. She was leaning on the couch, facing my boyfriend.

“Hi, who are you?” I inquired carefully. Jason had already scolded me for losing my shit last time I found strangers in the apartment. He said I was emotionally out of control. That I didn’t know how to think straight because I was jealous and insecure. So, I bit back a bitchy tone. I didn’t make assumptions.

Jason waved his hand, the smoke trailing. “Vanessa. My coworker.” He was staring intently at me. He was waiting for me to ask questions. To get upset. To make assumptions.

I wasn’t going to. Not now. I wasn’t going to… be that way. The way he said I acted. I should just focus on fixing my hangover. I could trust him. He was just trying to get a reaction. Vanessa was just a coworker.

I walked past them. Suddenly, the lights flickered. I paused. The lights flickered again, but this time, they flashed read. They kept flashing. My vision was getting blurry. I stumbled back.

The scene around me changed. I was in an empty hallway. The walls were metal. I was walking backwards, even though I was supposed to fall. I felt like I was falling.

A figure. His figure approached. With each flash, he was closer. In the cascade of red light, I saw his expression. The same expression he had when he was angry. Furrowed brows, a ferocious glare. But he always had a smirk. Not a grimace, a smirk. As if he enjoyed it when he was angry at me.

And then he was in front of me. And I fell. Back onto the metal, even if it felt like a fluffy cushion. I couldn’t feel anything. I was petrified as he loomed over me. He was a predator stalking his prey. The shadows swallowed his face, but I saw his eyes. His eyes filled to the brim with sexual intent.

I couldn’t breathe. My face was forced to the side by a slap. The slap echoed the hall. My ears were ringing. I couldn’t breathe. There was beeping in my head. I couldn’t breathe. The beeping was so loud, I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe.

I gasped and shot up, being met with an instant surge of pain through my body. Tears immediately sprung to my eyes when I felt restraints on my arms. My vision blurred and I struggled against the restraints.

Hands grabbed my body. They grabbed my arms, pushing me onto the bed. The light was dim and a person towered over me. It was him. It was him. It was him —

“Y/n, calm down, you’re safe!”

I froze upon recognizing the British accent. Malcolm. Malcolm…

I clasped his hands and intertwined my fingers with his desperately. Malcolm was here, so things were safe now. I blinked and breathed. In and out. In and out. In and out.

“Malcolm,” I whispered tediously.

I became ruefully aware that I was shaking. I took in my surroundings. The pale-tiled ceiling. The beeping from a heart rate machine, of which had spiked. The rails of a hospital bed. My leg in a cast. And best of all, Malcolm, peering down at me with nothing evil in his eyes, only concern and care.

My lips trembled and I tried not to cry again. I already embarrassed myself enough. I let go of one of his hands, clutching his other closer.

“Y/n, what happened? I drove up to the house and heard you screaming, next thing you know I found a shattered window and you. I was scared to death,” he started shakily.

“I love your accent,” I rambled. “Your accent - the best. That accent is phenomenal. I - I… There was an intruder. I was taking a shower, and then, and then, I heard something in the other room, so I checked, then I was locked in, and then, I - I needed to escape, so I tried to leave through the window, but I had to be quick because the person came in, and then I… I fell. But! But I saw him, her, whoever. They watched me as I fell. I swear it, Malcolm, someone was trying to hurt me.”

He clasped my shoulder and massaged it slightly. It calmed my nerved. “I believe you. I’ll send the police right over to investigate, okay? But you’re okay now, you just need to rest.”

I shut my eyes. “…But what if that person goes back?”

“The police will deal with it. Just rest. I’ll be right here.”

“Wh… what happened to me?”

“You have an almost broken leg and the glass cut you pretty hard. The doctors said you lucked out, since there’s no head trauma and no permanent damage,” Malcolm explained slowly.

“Oh… I’m sorry you have to deal with this, Malc —“

“Don’t apologize. Although this isn’t exactly how I thought the first date would go, the hospital is a little romantic, don’t you agree?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Didn’t think you were a sadist.”

“Only when it suits me, my dear.”

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.