#spoiled black batsis

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A little request please? Bruce remembers taking batsis to her first hair appointment when she first moved into the manor

ohhh I love doing black!batsis lore. okay, okay!

For those of you who are new to my black!batsis, Bruce adopted her at like 3-4 years old and she's been with him ever since. So Bruce was managing her hair with pig tails and plats up (he did take the time learn about hair texture and porosity. he avoided unnecessary heat and chemicals) until may be second grade and he thought it was time that she started getting her hair done professionally. He stayed with her the whole time to make sure she was comfortable with the whole process. Hell, he wrote down tips for washing her hair. She was probably just getting regular box braids or mini twists. He cried a little bit when she was finished and she was Daddy's girl through and through. She was like "Daddy, look," and would do a little spin. She will forever be his little princess.

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 12]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol, Attempted Kidnapping, CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 9.9K

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Notes: Not my inner Jason Todd fan coming out in this one lmfao

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2009

“(Y/N), this is Jason, he’ll be staying with us for a while.” Your father told you this one day. A boy stood behind him, and you could see the trouble behind his eyes. Or maybe it was more of the way he looked down on you, sure he was a head or two taller but that doesn’t mean he could act that way, or at least that’s what your mom always told you, don’t let people look down on you for being you. So, you matched his ego, as best as a child could at least.

“Isn’t this the boy who tried to steal your tires?” You asked him.

“Hey,” the boy snarked.

“Be nice,” your father said sternly. Your’s and Jason’s mouths zipped shut. Bruce looked between you both. “Jason, Alfred will show you to your room, (Y/N), behave.” His voice, although stern, had a warm familiarity to it, one that threw Jason for a loop. Then, Bruce marched off to his office to do whatever Wayne work he needed, leaving you and Jason behind.

“And who are you supposed to be?” You huffed with your arms crossed. Jason only stuck his tongue out toward you and walked over to follow Alfred up the stairs. You, now fuming, followed after him. “Hey! I asked you a question!” You demanded an answer.

“He’s the new Robin, Miss (Y/N),” Alfred explains.

“New one? What happened to Dick?”

“He’s spending more time with the Titans,” Alfred explains. “Now, your father expects you to get along with Master Todd, or to at least be civil with him,” Alfred implores.

“Father?!” Jason gasps.

“Get along?!” You two clearly had different priorities.

“Yes, now, go, Miss (Y/N), make sure Master Todd is comfortable,” Alfred says before walking off. “And, before you say anything, I will know if you ignore him,” he says and you pouted in response.

“Fine,” you grumbled while dragging the dufflebags in.

“I can do it myself,” Jason took them from your grasp and hauled them in.

“Alfred told me to help!”

“I don’t need help!”

“I don’t care! You haven’t seen Alfred when you don’t listen!” You grabbed the other bag. “Geez, what’s in here? Rocks?”

“None of your business!” Jason pulls that one in too and pushes you out of his room, shutting the door once you are out, but it was timed wrong, and the door hit the back of your head harshly. Your eyes blacked out for a second, and your vision didn’t come back until you were on the floor.

“Ow!” You winced loudly and glared behind you, but the door remained closed. You looked down at the floor, tears pooling in your eyes. “You’re such a meanie, I’m gonna tell dad,” you sniffled before running off.

Though, if you had decided to look back just a bit longer, you would’ve seen that Jason opened the door as soon as he heard you shout, and was already a foot out the door to check if you were okay before you ran off.

“Geez, she’s such a spoiled baby,” Jason huffs. If you ran off like that, you’d be fine. He told himself this as he walked back into his room to unpack, and he told himself this as he kept unpacking, but the more he told himself the more worried he got. “Ugh, I hate it here already,” he walked out, wandering the halls of Wayne Manor. He didn’t even know where to start, though. He’d just arrived here today and now he’s on some goosechase to find his whatever’s daughter. “Hey, uh… (Y/N)? Where are you?” He calls absently. “You okay?” He listened closely, trying to see if he could hear you anywhere. He’s always wanted a little sister, but now that there was one in front of him he’s not too sure, he didn’t know they would be so… whiny. Then, luckily for him, he heard your voice in one of the rooms and he followed it before opening the door carefully and only a little. You were standing in front of a telephone, your back to the door and both hands holding it while you spoke to someone on the phone.

“Hello, I am calling from the Batcave, can you hand the phone to Nightwing please?” You rocked on your heels, standing atop a dangrous pile of books that wobbled every time you did so. “Hi, Dick, when are you coming home?” You asked quietly. Jason couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation. “He’s mean…” your voice was so fragile. “Dad and Alfred told me to be nice, but I don’t think he likes me.” You waited for a bit, probably listening to Dick. “I know we just met, but it wasn’t like this when we met… what do you mean it was exactly like this? Nuh uh! At least you were trying, I was the one being mean then but I know better now… well, yeah, I know not everyone can be like you! But… I miss you, come home soon, okay?” You waited for a bit again. “Okay. I’ll be nice to him, I promise. Bye bye,” you hung up the phone, leaning forward slightly to reach where you were supposed to but it back and, just as Jason thought, the books slipped under you, and he was running inside faster than he could think, catching you by the shoulders before you could fall forward and slam your head on the desk.

“Geez, (Y/N), you’re just asking to get hurt!” He shouts.

“Nuh uh!”

“Why did you think that was safe anyway?!” He places you on the ground and you zip your mouth shut.

“My older brother says that if I can’t say anything nice then I shouldn’t say anything at all,” you shook your head.

“Hello? I just saved your life!”

“You should’ve just let me fall so the front part of my brain gets smushed too!”

“You’re such a brat!”

“You’re a jerk!”

“I don’t even know what I was thinking coming here to check on you!”

“Me neither!”

“Fine, I’m leaving!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” Jason leaves first and you jump on the couch. A few seconds later, the door cracks open just slightly.

“How does the back of your head feel?” Jason asks without walking in.

“Alfred put ice on it earlier, it’s okay… I told him I fell down the stairs,” you said quietly and you heard Jason laugh outside, but quickly he stopped.

“Did you tell Bruce?”

“… no.” And you had no intention of actually telling him either.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

~

2022

“Alright, exam 2,” you clapped your hands together and looked among the crowd of students. “As you’ve all known, this is a mock hunt. Behind me is a controlled part of the woods and standing along the perimeter of the circle are various other knights to make sure you don’t get lost and bigger monsters don’t come in. To pass exam 2 and to enter the Knighthood, you must return with a specific beast, alive or dead is up to you. Right now, Marion is handing out tile cards with the beast you are to find,” as you instructed this, Damian took the circular card from Marion and flipped it over. Behind it looked to be a fox-like creature with antennae on it’s head and between its ears. “Does everyone have a card? Okay then, go!” You blew the whistle and the teens rushed past you and into the forest, all of them running for a head start on the competition, while Damian stayed behind. You looked at him in a way to ask what the hold up was.

“Just letting them have a chance first,” he says.

“Wow, so chilvalrous,” you chuckled.

“Alright, I think even Niers caught something by now,” he rolls his shoulders back and sports a confident smirk.

“Niers? Oh, baby brother’s making friends now, huh?”

“Friends might be pushing it but if I’m planning on staying here for a while I’d might as well get close to some people.”

“Right… huh?” Your smile falls and you turn to him, but he was already running off into the forest. Staying? Oh no. No, no, he can’t stay here, not when he has a life set up for him in Gotham already.

“Whoa, you look worried,” Carter walks up to you and hands you a water bottle.

“I think Damian wants to stay here with me,” you muttered.

“Is that so bad?”

“Yeah, very.”

“Why? You two seem really close, everyone’s talking about how quickly he ran through the first exam, and I’m pretty sure he’s about to ace this one too, he’ll be a good addition.”

“He’s a teenager, Carter.”

“So are all of them,” he nods toward the forest.

“He has a good thing going for him in 617.”

“So did you.”

“But… argh,” you groaned and dragged a hand down your face. “They’re looking for him right now, I bet. Our family.”

“And they won’t find him,” Carter shakes his head. “They don’t have the tech.”

“I know that, but… I don’t know, I just have this weird nagging feeling that there’s this big picture that we’re both missing, you know?” You bit the tip of your thumb, but eventually you shook it off. “Whatever, we’ll just wait for the recruits to come back,” you dismissed the notion, but Carter wasn’t too convinced. You could tell from the way he shifted his weight onto one leg and about the wary glance he gave you but, with multiple easrs listening, he knew not to say anything more.

~

2010

Your feet rocked back and forth, peeking from behind the curtain to see who was in the crowd. You really didn’t expect much though, your dad was always busy at this time, your mom too, Dick was always preoccupied with the Titans nowadays, and even Alfred had a family event to go to.

Then again, there was Jason. But he wasn’t really interested in anything you did, he was more focused on whatever it was that Robins did, always sticking around by your dad, always training, and even when he wasn’t you didn’t want to bother him since it was so rare he’d get a day off anyway. Plus, he was probably patrolling tonight with your dad, so you didn’t even bother to ask him.

But, it would’ve been nice if even one of your family members showed up today. You felt a wave of stage fright wash over you when you looked at the piano, a small hobby you’d picked up when you heard your dad listening to a piano album in his office one day, and you were as enchanted by it as he was. When you expressed interest in it he was quick to find you a tutor so you could excel, and you were always grateful for that. If only he had the time to see the result, though. You couldn’t be upset, though.

It was kind of cool, having your dad be a superhero, that is, it just wasn’t cool that you couldn’t brag about it at all. And it was even cooler that your brothers were as fantastic as they were, you’d always watch with silent awe whenever they’d train and you’d always cry when one of them would come home hurt, and every time your dad promised you that they would return home alive. At your age, maybe, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of them not coming home at all.

“(Y/N) Wayne, Tchaikovsky’s Valse Sentimentale,” your tutor announces. You walked onto the stage carefully, ignoring the stares as you did so, but soon you had to turn to the audience, not because you had to, no, but because of the commotion you heard suddenly. The door opened quickly and someone rushed in, obviously disheveled and patting the stray hairs down while he smoothened out his suit.

“Sorry, sorry, excuse me,” Jason ducked his head and walked quickly down the aisle, he walks in front of a few people. And you felt your heart soar. He came, he came to see your recital, and as soon as he was situated, he waved at you and shot you a thumbs up, and you grinned at him, curtseying quickly before sitting at the piano bench. Your hands rested on top of the keys and you took a deep breath before starting the song.

Now that you thought about it, while your hands moved across the piano in a way that was impressive for your age, every time you practiced this song Jason was in the room with you. As soon as you’d enter he’d follow after you, say something to tease you and get your riled up, before disappearing for a moment, only to come back soon after with a book in his hands while you practiced. And every time he saw you focused on a piece he’d never say anything, he’d only ever chime up after he noticed you taking a break, and once you fell back into your practice he’d stop again. But he was there. And you never really thought about it until now, as he watched among this crowd of strangers. He’s probably heard this melody enough times to know how to play it himself, and still every quick look at him showed you that he was as impressed as the rest of the audience.

And when you finished the piece, his cheers were the loudest. As soon as you hit the last chord he was out of his seat cheering for you, and sure, it was embarrassing, his voice seemed to bounce off the stage, but it made your whole chest fill with warmth. You stood up from the bench and curtseyed again before walking backstage.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” Jason was quick to follow you and your tutor noticed the interaction.

“Oh! He’s my brother,” you pointed him out and the tutor nodded.

“Here, I gotcha something, kiddo,” Jason pulled out a pink rose and handed it to you. “I saw someone giving them out in front of the auditorium, so I figured I’d get one for you,” he says. Then he pulls out another one. “And this one’s from Dick, he couldn’t make it, but he told me to get one for him,” he says.

“Thanks, Jay,” you smiled. You looked behind him.

“Bruce isn’t here,” he says. “Something came up,” he quickly adds.

“That’s okay, I figured dad wasn’t going to come anyway,” you shrugged and held onto the two roses tightly. “Thank you for coming! You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, you didn’t even invite me,” he says sarcastically.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come,” you frowned. Jason hesitates and takes a deep breath before he rubs the top of your head with a playful roughness. “Hey! It took forever to do that!”

“Of course I want to come! You’re my little sister!” He says and you inhale sharply.

“I’m your what?” You asked him quietly. For a year now you’d been trying to get closer to him, for a year you’ve spent time with him whenever you could and whenever he didn’t chase you out of his room, just because you didn’t want him to feel alone in that big wide mansion. You didn’t want him to feel the same loneliness you felt. And just now, at this moment, you felt seen. You’d considered Jason a brother the day you met him, your father was never the kind to just bring anyone in, and being together this long only solidified that bond in your head, but never did you hear Jason acknowledge it until now.

“Aw, geez, don’t make me say it again,” Jason’s cheeks dust with a light pink and you smiled, a real one this time that even reached your eyes. Jason side eyed you and sighed. “I didn’t think I even needed to say it, you’re my sister,” he repeats. “And, I’m here to fulfill older brother duties, so why don’t we go grab ice cream?” A mischievous smirk rises on his face and you gave him a confident nod.

“Yes! Definitely!” You were almost too excited. You’d always seen your friends go out with their families after school and you always had that secret hope that one day you’d see your dad come out of the car instead of Alfred, and when Dick moved in you had hoped he’d be the same, and sure sometimes your mom picked you up but she was never the kind to take you around Gotham, nor was it even safe to do so, but now? After your recital? This is like a dream come true!

“Good, I know a place,” Jason pulls your coat out of his backpack and wraps it around your shoulders. “Just hold onto me, yeah? Just in case.”

“Yes!” You pushed your arms through the sleeves and followed close behind him out of the auditorium.

Maybe you did take Jason for granted sometimes, you weren’t really being fair to him sometimes. There would be days you’d compare him to Dick, but that wasn’t something you should have done. They were two different people, you knew that. Dick, he’s a good brother, but when it comes to being in a team and a leader he had to put the Titans first and you understood that even if you wished he chose you instead. Jason, now that you really thought of it, he always put you first. He came here today, and you knew that he didn’t have to. You could see his very poor attempts at hiding the bruises on his hands and arms while you held his hand to walk across the street, you saw the way his face winced when you first grabbed onto it. Even the suit he wore had mud caked on the bottom of the trousers that was messily wiped off.

After that day, Jason seemed to be the one to pick you up more often than Alfred. No matter how beat up he would get, or how busy patrol was, ice cream after school was a must.

~

2022

So you all waited, each knight staring into the woods with bated breath. And as the hour passed with small talk and careful glances, it was only natural that everyone grew tense.

“The recruits should be running back by now,” you looked at your watch. Carter leans in toward you, checking the time as well.

“Yeah, just about,” he agrees.

“Damian should’ve been here by now,” you added quickly after. Sure, he was in new territory, but you knew him well enough to know that he would’ve adapted quickly so… where is he? “Actually, where is anyone?” You asked.

“It’s a little too quiet,” Carter looks into the woods. You pulled your phone out and Dailed Alex’s number, it took a while before it finally connected.

“(Y/N), we might have a problem.” And that was enough to get you to charge in.

“Cap! Wait! We can’t just interfere!” Carter called after you. He looked to the other knights behind him and rubbed his head harshly. “Henry! You’re in charge, if any of the recruits come back tell them to wait out here,” Carter ran after you as soon as Henry nodded.

“Tell me the situation, Alex!” You said.

“High level beast, knocked out a few of our guys already, I don’t know the full details yet but I’m en route too.”

“Have you seen Damian?!”

“No, I’ve been keeping an eye out for him too.”

“Dammit,” your eyes were scanning the area constantly. “Damn,” you skid to a stop just as a daemon charged past you and bang it quickly fell to the ground with a bullet wound shot through. Carter took this chance to catch up with you, handing you the rifle and urging you to keep running.

“That definitely shouldn’t have been here,” you watched the daemon struggle one last time before stilling completely. “Damian?!” There was no response. You knew he could handle himself, usually, but that anxiety you had for your siblings never went away. The way your heart would clench at the thought of either of them getting hurt, either of them getting abandoned, it terrified you. And the monsters here are so different from the ones in Gotham. At least in Gotham they talk, here they just kill. No rhyme, no reason, just horror.

And you just sent your brother out here to get one of them. Stupid. He barely knows how any of this world works.

Becoming an older sibling was something you never really thought about, it came naturally to you according to Tim and according to Dick you were perfect at it. But never did it stop that fear. Whatever fear you had for your older brothers, the way it increased ten-fold after what happened to Jason, and the way it grew when you saw the first Robin who was younger than you… how the hell did those two do it. At least you knew Tim and the others could handle themselves, but what about you?

You who could hardly defend yourself, you who would call them straight home just to help you with something as mundane as getting rid of a spider, for all you knew they could have been fighting some intergalactic monster and then there you were, at home and safe.

And now here you were, aiming your rifle at the daemon twice your size. Oh, how Dick would have a heart attack if he saw you now, and how Jason would cry. Even seeing the way Damian’s shock manifested was enough to make your heart heavy once again.

The sister they once knew was gone, and only you remained.

~

2012

“Dad?” You walked into the bat cave, your hands automatically rubbed your arms up and down. Would it kill him to put a heater down here?

“What is it, (Y/N)?” He was at the bat computer, neither looking at you and just barely acknowledging you. You kicked at nothing in particular.

“Where’s Jason?” Your question cut through the silence of the cave. You were used to your brothers being gone for a good chunk of time, and usually they told you an approximate time of when they’d be back. And this was no exception, right before Jason had left he had told you he’d be back in a week tops, he even promised it. He promised because there was a book signing that you both wanted to go to, to be honest you hadn’t even heard of the author, you just wanted to do something with him, anything. He’s just been so busy, in and out with missions and always off doing something that you couldn’t follow him into. But it’s been a month now. Whenever the missions would run long you’d usually get a postcard or a call from them, but it’s been silent on his end. He wasn’t picking up his phone or answering your texts. Alfred only eyed you warily before turning to your father.

“You have to tell her eventually,” he says quietly. His voice, however, echoed around you. Your father stayed still. Was his breath actually shaking? 

“Tell me what?” You took a shaky step toward him. Your father, however, remained silent. 

“Master Bruce,” Alfred says again. “He’s her brother as much as he is your son,” he says. He stands up and removes his mask so you could see him completely. It was amazing, as soon as the mask came off, there was your father. He walked to you slowly and put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t…” his voice was choked up. “I don’t expect you to understand this yet, (Y/N),” he says.

“Where is my brother?” You asked him again. By now, you were fully aware of what your father and your siblings did at night. You always had an idea from what they’d tell you, and it was only recently that you heard the details. You had found out on accident, actually, when Jason tumbled in late one night into your room on accident. He miscounted the windows, his room was right next to yours, after all, and that night you happened to be up late watching a TV Show, so imagine your surprise when your brother landed beaten on your rug. You knew that what they did was dangerous. But you trusted your father enough to keep them safe until the end, he always did, he promised you he would. But his silence scared you.

“I think… Dick would’ve been better at telling you this,” he sighed and dragged a tired hand down his face until it covered his mouth. He looked to Alfred, who only shook his head. “Jason’s dead, (Y/N).” He was always so blunt, but something about what he said terrified you.

“Master Bruce, at least try to be more gentle with your words,” Alfred says. Bruce held his hand up to stop him.

“She deserves to know the truth,” Bruce says. “She was closer to him than I ever could be.”

“The relationship between siblings is far different than the relationship between father and son,” Alfred shakes his head.

“Did I hear you wrong?” You asked, your own voice was wavering. Bruce reached out to you again and his hands held onto your shoulders awkwardly, then his hands came down in front of him instead. It was a solemn sight, one you weren’t used to seeing on him.

“No, (Y/N), you heard me right. His body should be flying in by tomorrow,” he says. You shook your head again. Why did he sound like that? Why did he sound so… heartless?

“You promised.”

“I know I did!” His voice roared and you stepped further away from him. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“No, no… it’s…” you stopped the words before they came out. It’s your fault. You wanted to tell him that so badly, but just by seeing the way he was now, you knew the truth, or at least you hoped you did. He wouldn’t have let Jason die, he wasn’t a monster. “I’m gonna go.”

“Where? It’s late, (Y/N).”

“Mom’s.”

“It’s dangerous in that neighborhood at this time.”

“I don’t… I can’t be here right now, dad,” you shook your head and, before your father could say anything more, you turned around and left the cave.

“Miss (Y/N), please, stay tonight, you can go to your mother in the morning,” Alfred was the one to follow you, why wasn’t it your dad?

“I don’t want to be here right now,” you pulled your jacket from the coat rack.

“I know it’s hard, Miss (Y/N), but no one can protect you right now,” Alfred insists. No one? At all? Dick’s busy, you know that, and you know he doesn’t like coming home anymore, but your dad is sitting at the computer right now not doing anything as far as you know. “Miss (Y/N), Jason wouldn’t want you to act this way.”

“Well, he’s not here to tell me that anymore, is he?” You rubbed the tears out of your eyes before they had a chance to roll down your face.

“(Y/N),” Alfred calls to you again, more stern this time, and you pivoted on your heel.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?!” You burst. Alfred only sighs and hands you your scarf.

“At least stay safe on your way there, I’ll drive you to your mothers,” he says. “It’s dangerous for a young girl such as yourself to be walking alone in Gotham,” he implores. You looked at your hands. Pristine. Near perfect. And whenever you thought about Jason’s, whenever you would hold onto his hands when you were younger, you never thought about how rough they were compared to yours.

“Okay, Alfred,” you wrapped the scarf around your neck. You were young, but you were no stranger to death. It seemed to surround this family. Your father’s enemies, Dick’s parents, and now Jason. You hated to admit that death was as much a part of this family as you were. “Thanks, Alfred,” you followed him out. You didn’t want to think about it. Because no matter how bad things got, Jason always came home. And now you have to deal with the new reality that the last memory you had of him was his back, because you were too tired to wake up properly to say goodbye.

Goodbye. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. You wonder what his last thoughts were.

~

2022

Damian, meanwhile, was occupied.

“Niers! Duck!” Damian shouts. As soon as Niers bows his head, Damian pulled the knife from his belt and flung it at the beast who towered over him. And the beast roared, louder than before, it shook the forest around it and it instilled fear into the all the recruits who had bound together. It’s eyes were crazed, bloodshot, and frantically searching the group for whatever. As soon as the larger monsters came out, all of the recruits were quick to regroup, something about strength in numbers. But that plan backfired because now an impenetrable fear shook the group, and it debilitated everyone except for the one who has seen much worse.

“Where are the Knights? They should be here by now!” Retta’s hands dug through her hair and Damian watched her carefully. Sometimes, he forgot that it wasn’t normal for him to be used to these situations. Whatever frustration he felt from this huge group not being able to find it in themselves to step up to action he tried to push down. The beast snarled, staring into Damian’s eyes and locking him into a face off.

Damian takes a deep breath, it wasn’t moving, it was almost like it was studying him the same way he studied it.

“Hugo, hand me your sword,” Damian says quietly. Hugo was still. “Hugo, give it to me.”

“It’s mine, I can’t,” Hugo says.

“Do you want to die?” He hisses. Hugo flinches and, with some hesitation, hands him the sword. Damian takes a step closer to the beast and it growls, causing him to flinch back for a moment before regaining his composure. Slowly, now, he approached the monster. Just moments ago it was on a rampage, striking fear into the recruits and even injuring a few in its rage, but now it was still, the commotion had died down, and the beast had been in a guarded stance since then.

And then it roared. It roared and charged the group. And Damian held the sword up, ready to strike, but he didn’t get the chance. Not when the array of magic circles surrounded the monster and the bang of a shotgun rang out. The bullet lodged into the beast’s shoulder and the magic circles kept it in place.

“Recruits! Fall back!” Your voice was commanding, but it was a welcome sound to the teens who had seen a true monster for the first time.

“Follow me!” Carter’s voice was next, sword at the ready just in case. “How long can you hold it, Xander?” Carter turns to Alex, who was too focused to respond. Alex’s hands shook as he brought them together, bringing the magic circles surrounding the creature closer to bridge the gaps.

“Just go, we’ll follow close behind,” you answered for him, reloading the shotgun and holding it up.

“Sister, wait!” Damian shouted before you could take the shot. “It’s not dangerous! It’s just scared!” Damian shouts. You looked at him, and you took a deep breath, then you brought your finger to your lips as if to tell him to be quiet. So Damian shut his mouth.

“Monster’s feel no emotions, Damian,” you said loudly to negate his previous statement in front of the other teens. “Fall back with the rest,” you aimed your rifle again, noticably hitting a nonvital spot. Damian nodded and followed the others away from the scene.

“I can’t hold it for long, (Y/N),” Alex says.

“I know, just give me enough time to look at it,” you answered. You slung the rifle across your back and approached the beast, and soon it stopped struggling. It stared at you and you looked around for any sort of identification and… bingo. The dog tags were near hidden by the beast’s fur but you could just barely make out the writing on it. MM-93. “Okay, break!” You backed up and Alex separated his hands, causing the magic circles to separate entirely before dissapating. The beast breathes heavily, staring at you intently, before whimpering, turning around, and leaving.

“Damian figured it out fast.”

“He’s a bright kid, that one,” you huffed.

“Let’s head back, we’ll tell them that the beast as subdued,” Alex catches his breath.

“Should I just pity induct them all in?” You asked.

“That seems rather unfair,” Alex shakes his head. “We’ll review the footage of the test and go off of that.”

“How the hell did it get close anyway? Who’s in charge of this sector?” You asked him, keeping your guard up in case more daemons were around.

“I was,” Alex answered quietly. You shot him a worried look.

“Losing your touch so soon?” You tried to joke.

“Somehow, it slipped through my radar, nothing can do that,” Alex responds. “Whatever it is, whoever they are, they’re getting smarter,” Alex was on edge. “What’s your theory, (Y/N)?”

“I know they’re human, and that’s about it. Mixing human and beast DNA, it’s…” you couldn’t find the right word for it.

“You don’t need to say it,” Alex shakes his head. “The one we have in captivity right now, I know you went to see it earlier, how’s its progress?”

“Slow, it’s been near impossible to get any samples from it,” you shook your head.

“And its identity?”

“Unknown,” you shook your head. “We’ll discover more later,” you nodded, ending the subject as you and Alex left the woods.

“Recruits, good job,” you said after mustering a confident facade. “There was an unforseen circumstance, and you responded well. Usually many people would run away and think only of themselves, but instead you came together, and that thinking is commendable. We’ll review the scouter’s notes and whatever footage we have to grade all of you equally since we were unable to fully complete the test, return home until then, you’ll hear from us soon,” you instructed. But the air was still tense. “The beast has been taken care of, carefully,” you finally said, and some people seemed relieved while others seemed skeptical. Regardless, they slowly dispersed, except for a small group that had found their way to your kid brother.

“You should talk to them,” Carter urges.

“Yeah, yeah,” you handed him your rifle and approached the group. “So why are you all hanging around?” You asked. For the most part they seemed awestruck that you were even looking at them.

“I believe they’re big fans of yours, sister,” Damian says with a snarky tone.

“I still can’t believe your sister is the Captain Wayne,” Lowen whispers.

“What? Want an autograph?” You joked.

“Could you?” Retta’s eyes shone. You didn’t think they were serious, but when they pulled out pieces of paper you were surprised, hell, you never even did this in your last universe.

“Uh… sure?” You took a pen and scribbled a messy signature on all of them. “I’m sorry about that scare earlier, our job is to control the testing environment and yet multiple high-level beasts found their way in, it’s good that you’re all uninjured,” you said.

“Damian was cooler though!” Niers chimes in. “He was ready to fight the daemon before you all showed up!”

“Was he now? I believe it,” you nodded. “Actually, now that I’m really looking at you all, you’re staying in the dormitories, right?”

“How’d you know?” Luciana asks.

“Well, I am close with your siblings,” you smiled. “And you’ve all been grouped together since Academy days so I know of your faces,” you nodded. “Except for you, Hugo, new addition?” You turned to Retta.

“Uh, ah,” she stammers. “Yeah! New addition,” she brings him closer to the group.

“Good on you all then, I’ll just grab Damian,” your hand habitually rubs the top of his head and he glares at you.

“Don’t embarrass me, sister.”

“Oh, please, it’s part of the job description,” you grinned. “Go then, don’t let us hold you up,” you urged the group to disperse and, once they did, your expression fell.

“You’re smart for that,” Damian says.

“For what?”

“Alleviating the mood,” he says.

“Of course, it was an error on our part, we can’t have them shaken up for something they’re not responsible for. Plus, we don’t want people thinking the Guard has lost their touch,” you said. Alex and Carter make their way over to the two of you. “We’re heading back, I have a lot to train this one for if he’s going to be staying awhile,” you said.

“Naturally, Captain, we’ll handle things here,” Alex reassures you.

“Leave the report on my desk, I’ll handle it tomorrow,” you nodded. “Damian, let’s go, I’m about to crash course you on everything you need to know to make it here.”

“Right…” Damian nods. “I’m ready.”

~

2015

The mask was still stuffy no matter how often he wore it. But, if it kept his identity a secret the best, then it would have to do. With vigilant eyes and ears, he stood above Gotham city. It was almost the exact same as when he left, and that was a problem. One he would have to deal with himself if Bruce couldn’t. But, amidst the grumbles and schemes, there was one voice that seemed to echo above the others.

“Do you even know who I am?!” That voice stopped Jason dead in his tracks. He looked around him. No, how could this be possible? “Aw, hell, I didn’t think I’d ever use that line,” the voice slurred. Jason ran toward that voice and immediately saw you. You were trying to tug your arm away from whoever was holding it. “Get your… Get your hands off of me, asshole,” you tried to yank it again, but your drunk stupor hindered you. Jason turned away, he had things to do, important things. Besides… he was sure Dick would’ve come running to help you.

But that didn’t stop him from watching from a distance. Why weren’t you fighting back? Where’s Dick? Or anyone? Were you out alone? Hell… wait. Jason did the math in his head and, once it clicked, he was behind you and the stranger in moments. You had completely passed out while the man tried to lug you along with him, but he stopped his movements when he heard the click of a gun behind him.

“Who the fuck?” The man turns around and Jason didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. “Fuck you, who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?” The man shouts while he clasps his side. Jason paid no mind, instead he hauled you over his shoulder. “Fine, take the bitch for-” Jason only responded by kicking him against the wall before continuing out of the alley. He adjusted you enough that you were slumped against his back, holding onto the back of your knees securely while your arms hung loosely over his shoulders. Then, as if this wasn’t enough, he suddenly felt you sniff his shoulder.

“(Y/N), are you kidding me?!” Jason nearly drops you.

“Ooh… you know who I am too?” You asked. “Mm… Sauvage Men’s Cologne, I didn’t know vigilantes cared for what they smelled like,” your words were laced together.

“Well, I didn’t know daughters of billionaires just went around barhopping when they’re underage.”

“I’m not underage!”

“Yes you are!”

“How would you know?” He felt your glare, but he just shook his head and you knocked against his helmet.

“Why not take this off? Isn’t it stuffy?” You asked.

“No.”

“Ugh, you’re stubborn,” you rocked back and forth and Jason nearly lost his balance. “You know what? Now that I say that, I only knew one other person who wore Sauvage!”

“Yeah, yeah-”

“But I always told Jason that it made him smell old,” you laughed.

“It did not!”

“Oh! You know Jason too then?” You pulled your phone out and held it in front of his face.

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Jason groans.

“Look, look, this is me and my brother, like, three years ago,” you showed him a picture of the two of you. Jason’s shoulders relaxed now, he hadn’t seen that picture for a while. It was taken by Dick at one of the galas, you’d somehow pranked him by shoving his face into cake and, while he was not amused in any way, you laughed until you couldn’t breathe. “Wait, sorry, that’s a shitty picture of us, I swear I have nicer ones,” you tried to scroll through your phone, but the more pictures you went through the more embarrassing they got.

“Why the hell do you have so many pictures of m— of him?” He asks.

“Why not? He’s my brother.”

“Was.”

“Is,” you corrected him. “Death doesn’t separate people, people do,” you knocked your head against his shoulder. Then he heard you snoring. Jason groaned again and readjusted you along his back, he didn’t even know where to take you, really, he just couldn’t leave you there. Imagine this sight, the Red fucking Hood carrying (Y/N) Wayne to god knows where. He wasn’t stupid enough to just drop you off at the manor but…

He instead found himself struggling up the fire escape of a much too tall apartment complex. Six flights in, he paused and took a deep breath.

“The shit I do for you, (Y/N),” he curses and presses on until he reaches the top floor. He bends down to set you on the patio bench, but somehow you found a way to cling onto him. “Come on, (Y/N), let go.”

“Jay?” Your voice slurred. “Your finally home, that’s good,” you spoke to yourself mainly.

“I’m not Jason.”

“I know,” you muttered while Jason tried to put you down again. “But you remind me of him, so let me just pretend, okay?” You yawned.

“Jason Todd’s dead,” he says harshly. “Let go, (Y/N),” he pulls you off of him and stretches his aching back. He sits down at the other bench and your eyes remained closed. “What… what would you do if he was still alive?”

“Smack him.”

“Why?!” Jason’s head whipped toward you.

“Fucker missed my recital… it wasn’t even worth playing the piano anymore,” you adjusted yourself so you were comfortable.

“You love playing the piano,” he said softly.

“I loved spending time with him,” you corrected. “Some of the only times I saw him and we weren’t arguing were when I practiced,” you slung your arm over your eyes.

“Did you miss him?”

“Always, he’s my brother,” your voice was slow. “He wouldn’t miss me though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“All I ever did was annoy him,” you tried to sit up, but your spinning head kept you plastered to the chair. “He would always complain about how much of a hassle it was to watch over me, he hated when he had to play babysitter. He always wanted to…” you hesitated, “he always preferred being with my dad. My dad does some cool stuff as a job and Jay always cared about that more, having to do anything with me was a drag for him. So, I miss him, a lot, but I know he’s having the time of his life without me.”

Jason listened carefully to your rant, and at one point, you just quiet, not necessarily expecting a response at all. Your words sunk into a whisper, and soon they became snores. He did miss you. He’d always wanted a little sister, and to him you were the best one he could have ever had. Any chance he got he would brag about you to his teammates. Watching over you was one of his favorite things to do, he could take a break from patrolling, and he could spend time with you. Someone who was fundamentally so different from him. He who grew up on the streets and you who was born with a silver spoon.

“What about your other brother?”

“Dick? Oh... we don’t talk much anymore,” you shook your head.

“What?! Why?”

“He moved,” you shrugged. “And he has his own thing going on, I can’t bother him with dumb stuff like…” you zipped you lips shut.

“Like what?”

“Like changing my tires…” you mumbled. Jason’s shoulders slumped. “Or fixing my faucet, or… or picking me up from a party I didn’t even want to go to… I can’t even call him anymore because he’s so busy, he never answers,” you kept ranting. “And I don’t want to bother him, everyone has their own thing going on, and plus I have Google so I can figure things out, I always do.”

“Aren’t you rich? Why isn’t your dad helping you?”

“Oh, dad doesn’t give a fuck about me,” you laughed. “I renounced the family business for good and now… now it’s like I don’t even exist to him,” you scoffed. “I mean, you saw me, I was way out past midnight with some stranger, and dad never checked up on me once. Even now, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“How so? You’re still a stranger,” you shrugged. Your phone rang and you looked down at it.

“That your brother?”

“Yeah, Timmy,” you yawned.

“Timmy?”

“Mmhmm…” you declined the call and turned over on your stomach.

“At least answer the phone!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine…” you waved him off. “Good night,” your breathing evened out.

“At least one of us is sleeping soundly,” he leans against the balcony. He glanced at the sun rising over the harbor and he shakes his head. One night wasted, apparently. He makes a move to remove his helmet, but stops as soon as he notices the woman staring right at him.

Selina was frozen in her spot, her glass of water had shattered under her a while ago now. Did she just witness the Red Hood bring her daughter up to her balcony? Apparently so. The Red Hood only turned and left the way he came, but not before writing something down and placing it into your hands. She was outside in seconds, she looked down the fire escape, but the new vigilante was out of sight. Besides that, she moved to you. You were out like a light, but aside from that it didn’t look like you were hurt anywhere. No, if anything, this was the heaviest she’d seen you sleep in a long time. Curiosity got the best of her, though, so she took a look at the note.

‘If you ever need to pretend again.’ And a series of numbers.

~

2022

“Alright, baby, let’s see this,” Jason swings the pocket watch in his hand and cracks it open, taking some time to stare at it’s face. He turned it to the side, looking at the overlapping hands on it, and he was just about to twist the knob when Tim interrupted him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jason, don’t play with that thing,” Tim snatches it from his hands. “We don’t know what it could do yet or how it works,” he says.

“Okay? And how are we going to figure that out if we just stare at it?” He takes it back.

“Jason, I’m serious, this is the only lead we have on those two, if you break it then we’ll be back to square zero,” Tim grabs the chain.

“Tim, chill out, it’s fine!” Jason strengthens his hold on the watch.

“No! Jason, I have to study this before it breaks!” Tim tugs on it.

“It won’t break!” Jason tugs back.

“It might!”

“It won’t!” And, once Jason tugged it for the last time, a bright light surrounded both of them.

When the light had subsided, both of them collapsed onto the ground, Tim landing hard enough on Jason that the latter slammed his head onto the asphalt. The pocket watch tumbled out of Jason’s hand and landed a few feet away from him broken.

“Ow…” Jason rubbed his head harshly. “Yo, Tim, you good?” Jason pushes himself off of the ground and helps Tim up next.

“Other than a headache, I’m fine… where are we?” Tim rubs his head too before looking around. The two seemed to have landed in an alleyway, the bright skies were pierced by tall buildings with winding fire escapes and various other powerlines and, shockingly, someone zipping above them on a flying skateboard.

“Wherever it is… I’m pretty sure it’s not Gotham,” Jason says after shaking off the initial shock. 

“Aw, hell, Jason, I knew you’d break it!” Tim picks up the pocket watch, the various hands on its face had bent and broken on impact with the ground, and the front of the pocket watch was marred with scratches. Tim swallows harshly, but before he could speak any more a shrill scream behind them caused both of the boys to assume an offensive stance.

“Oh my god!” The woman shouts, trying to tug her purse away from a burglar.

“Ha, basic,” Jason steps forward and punches the burglar square in the jaw, the latter knocking out and dropping the purse in the process, which Tim easily caught and handed back to the woman.

“Are you alright?” Tim asks, but the woman shies away, clutching her purse tighter, and runs off just in time for a whistle to be heard next.

“Hey! You two! Stay right where you are!” The voice shouts next and Jason and Tim turned around just as an officer approached them.

“Right over here, officer,” Jason points at the knocked out criminal, a smug and confident grin on his face.

Only for the officer to handcuff Tim first.

“Excessive violence with probable cause is against the law, young men, you’re coming with me. State your names now,” he makes a move to handcuff Jason next, but he’s quick to move out of the way, although the officer was quicker.

“Don’t tell him our fucking names, Tim!”

“Christ, Jason!”

“Tim and Jason, okay,” the officer scribbles down both names.

“Dammit.”

“Fuck.”

“Follow me, boys, I just have a few questions,” the officer says.

“We can just knock him out and run for it,” Jason whispers to his brother. Tim shakes his head.

“No way, we have to play it safe for now, figure out where we are.”

“I can hear you both, you know,” the officer glances back. Jason groans and Tim elbows him on the side. “We’ll sort things out in the precinct, until then, you have a right to remain silent,” the officer began to list of their rights and Tim could only groan while Jason rolled his eyes.

And when the two were unceremoniously thrown into a cell, they were even more annoyed.

“What kind of fucked up justice system is this that we get punished for helping someone out?” Jason grumbles.

“You dislocated the guy’s jaw,” Tim grimaces.

“We always do shit like that in Gotham.”

“But we’re not in Gotham, Jason,” Tim reminds him. “I have no idea where we are, for all we know we could be in a whole other dimension with no way of going back because you broke the one lead we had!”

“I didn’t break it!”

“You did!”

“We did!” Jason corrects him. Tim just shouts in frustration and buries his head in his hands. “Man… if I was going to get jailed for anything I would’ve hoped it would’ve been for something cooler than punching a thief,” Jason crosses his arms. “Why are you so quiet?”

“I’m trying to find out how I’m going to survive with you of all people.”

“You little shit,” Jason spits.

“I don’t even want to deal with you right now!” Tim’s hands tense up around his head and he takes a calming breath.

“Alright. What’s fucking you up?” Jason crosses his arms and Tim huffs.

“Nothing!” He shakes his head. “Something, maybe.”

“Okay, hit me then,” Jason adjusts so that he could fully face Tim. 

“Figuratively or literally?”

“Whichever one,” Jason shrugs. “You’re taking this whole thing a little too hard, Tim.”

“Don’t you want to find (Y/N) and Damian?”

“Of course, I do! But, Tim, chill out. Nothing will come out of us freaking, and the more time we spend doing that, the more time those two could be stuck somewhere dangerous,” Jason says. “So what is it, Tim? What’s on your mind?”

“It’s just…” he huffs. “I feel like if I didn’t… if I didn’t confront (Y/N) so early on maybe she would have stayed longer is all…” he says quietly. Jason leans back against the wall. “I know it hit all of us hard, when (Y/N) passed away, and when she came back, if that was even her, I don’t know I just…” Tim grabs the pocket watch. “I felt so relieved, like we all had a chance at a do over, but you should have seen the look on her face, Jason, when I asked her,” he says.

“What did she do?”

“She didn’t care,” Tim mutters. “Like… like she’s been back for a while, but she never thought to come back here. And when I did see her here she looked so disappointed, I can’t place it, when I saw her she looked upset not relieved, not happy, not…” he shakes his head. “I don’t know, I keep hearing that you knew her best, what do you think?”

“Me? I knew her best? Try Dick!” Jason’s jaw drops.

“Dick was the one who told me that!” Tim says. “Hell, I thought I knew her best, but even now I wonder why she does certain things and you always have the answer! So, what do you think, Jason? Why wouldn’t she have wanted to come home?”

“Well, was this ever really her home?” He asks.

“Of course it was!”

“I don’t think so,” Jason rocks on the chair now. “Even when I first got there, she’d been there longer than I was and she was still so uncomfortable in the manor,” he shakes his head. “Wanna know what I think? I think we all owe her some sympathy. I wasn’t here for the big fight that happened with her and Bruce, when she renounced being a vigilante, but I do know that that changed everything,” he says. “She already felt alienated in that house before, so putting it out there, maybe, was the final nail in the coffin.”

“That fight…” Tim mumbles. “You’re right, it was really big.”

“What exactly happened?”

“Well… I don’t know the details myself, I was just starting as a Robin too, and I think I blocked out a lot of it. To be honest, I think Dick would remember more than I do. I just remember we came back from a mission, it was rough, I had bandages all over already and when (Y/N) saw me she lost it. I’ve never seen or heard of her standing up to Bruce until that night. And Bruce took it well, he was really careful about his responses until (Y/N) said that one thing and then…” Tim caught himself. “It’s not your fault, Jason. You were dead, and she was angry.”

“What did (Y/N) say?” Jason’s voice was low.

“She asked ‘why are you repeating what happened to Jason?’” Tim said quietly. “Then, more arguing, and (Y/N) finally said ‘if death is so okay with you then I don’t want to be next in line. I will never be a vigilante.’ And I don’t remember much more after that, who wants to remember their sister shouting like that? Dick had to break them up.”

“Metal,” Jason shrugs.

“Jason! I’m trying to open up for why I care so much!”

“And I’m applauding my younger sister for standing up to the guy, she was always afraid to do it.”

“And the second time she did she died.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jason sneers.

“I know it’s selfish of me to say it, but I wanted to spend more time with her,” Tim says. “I was juggling so much with being a Robin, my family, and school that I didn’t get to really sit with her,” he says. “And she was always there for me. She would move schedules around and drop things last minute if I called but if she called me? God, it was her or the Titans and you know how that goes. So when I saw her in the manor, and all, I just wanted to talk to her. But, no, instead my skeptical ass chased her out before I could even apologize.”

“Well, your skeptical ass was right, so we can’t be mad at that,” Jason says. “Who knows what goes on in that kid’s mind? I don’t even know, if she wanted to do something it was easier for me to help her rather than stop her, you know? That’s Dick’s thing. I’d rather I know what the hell she was up to so I’d know when to step in,” he shrugs. “Maybe this is another one of those things, some crazy escapade. I know when I came back to life shit was crazy, I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know why I was here, maybe it’s the same for her, who knows?” Jason grumbles.

“Maybe you should ask her yourself.” Tim and Jason turn toward the front of the cell, and Damian crossed his arms.

“It’s your lucky day, boys, you’re getting bailed out,” the guard huffs next to him. “Next time, don’t leave your ID screens at home,” the guard nudges his head to the side, signaling for them to get out of the cell. Once Tim walks out, the guard shoves the box with their belongings into his arms.

“Right, yeah, of course, officer! We’ll remember to bring them next time,” Jason says a little too loudly. The guard pushes them out of the door and into the waiting room in between.

“Damian! Holy shit, man, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jason exclaims. Tim looks at the pocket watch, trying to piece together the connection.

“Well, I’m here,” Damian says nonchalantly. “Didn’t think I’d run into Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum though.”

“Geez, at least have some tact, we almost went crazy because we had no leads,” Tim says.

“Actually, yeah, you’re a little too calm and collected right now, just what have you been up to?” Jason asks skeptically. “And what’s up with the fit?” Jason raises an eyebrow, just now noticing the uniform Damian was wearing.

“I just had a little help, is all,” Damian mutters. “Anyway, I’m just here to pick you two up, we’ll share notes on the way.”

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DC REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Batmom

Batfam

Batsis

Bruce wayne

Tim drake

Dick Grayson

Jason todd

Damian wayne

Garfield logan

Rachel roth

Dc

@myriadimagines - making them breakfast

@gangrenados - the crush state

@thedailyimagines - imagine being the venom host in the dc universe

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Batmom

@ellana-ravenwood - jason todd(ler)

- mama's boy(s)/girl

- is....father drunk?

- each tattoo is a story

- mother's love:bursts of affection

- can you be friend with your husbands ex-girlfriend?

- my mother's apple orchard

- the bat(mom) glare

@xoxo-mylove - missing everything we never had

@reveluving - hugs

@ragingbookdragon - make all the cookies

- GROUNDED

- you're my favorite son

- i have too many children

- i saw it coming when you threw the first punch

@kimberly-spirits13 - batmom with scarlet witch powers

@cipheress-to-k-pop - call mom

@the-daydreaming-show - all of us pt.1

@c-nstantine - milf stuff

- chaperoning

- batmom dying

- fur babies

- ___

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Batfam

@kimberly-spirits13 - how the batfam teacts to dick and jason dating a black widow hc

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Batsis

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - being the oldest sibling

@strangeshoepatrolbandit - batfam x batsibling

@book-place - sulking at the gala

- way the cookie crumbles (child!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - talk shit get hit

- Possessive hand holding

- Squishing the other's cheek

- ___

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - little daredevil (blind!batsis)

@andieperrie18 - fine line of bs

@c-nstantine - first kiss

- spoiled!black!batsis

- jason and black!batsis

- cooking kiss (hal jordan)

@remakethestars - being batman's daughter would include

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Bruce wayne

@ellana-ravenwood - can the batman get flustered?

- making bruce wayne blush

@alienguts - lost

@toastedkiwi - reader finding out about damian being bruce's son

- unexpected visitors

@reveluving - ___ ♡

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Tim drake

@kimberly-spirits13 - how you earned the respect of the batfam as tim's s/o

@butwhyduh - tim drake with a praise kink

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Dick Grayson

@moonlit-imagines - watching your favorite shoe with dick

- cuddling with dick

@xu-ren - for good luck

@cipheress-to-k-pop - animal instinct

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Jason todd

@ghostdrafts - ___

@blondwhowrites - dating titan!jason todd

@dragon-chica - jason todd mama's boy appreciation

- batmom and jason thought

@lightwing-s - please don't leave me

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Damian wayne

@current-interest-writings - affection

@ladyagagaslefttoe - cartoons and cuddles (batsis)

@thesuperiorrobin - husband!damian wayne

- who?

- ___

- crazy idea let's make out

- boyfriend!damian wayne

@mattmvrdockbabe - sunglasses

@yandereorg - show stopper

@dragon-chica - i want to see my little boy

@skylwitch - just let me love you, my dear

@gatorbites-imagines - platonic alien male reader x damian wayne

@toastedside - banana toast

@multifandom-of-madness - batfam when they're alone with famous!y/n(damian wayne)

@lilxberry - nightmares (batmom)

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Garfield logan

@cipheress-to-k-pop - dating beast boy would include

@myriadimagines - comforting gar after what he went through with cadmus

@romeulusroy - gar telling conner all about you

- taking the fall for you

@6rookie-writer0110 - romantic headcannon

@catxsnow - believe in you

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Rachel roth

@louscartridge - dating rachel hc

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Who’s laughing now?

For the sweet @jokersqueenofchaos​ 🤡😈💝

Hope you’ll enjoy this gift!

Many will tell you that Gotham is a city riddled with crime. And they wouldn't be wrong: for many years, the city has been home to criminals of all kinds, from mobsters like Carmine Falcone to dangerous madmen like the Joker.

All had a common enemy: the man known as the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman. 

But among these criminals, one woman stood out.

This woman was called (Y/N) (L/N), but the population called her "The Red Queen" because of the blood she shed to obtain her criminal power. People described her as intelligent, calculating, manipulative, impassive, seductive, and sadistic. For this reason, they compared her to criminals like Harley Quinn, Jane Doe, and Poison Ivy.

And like most of the criminals in Gotham, she hated Batman and wanted him gone.

However, one person didn't see it that way, and that was the Joker.

The Clown Prince of Crime was not happy that someone wanted to break his toy.

So he declared war on this newcomer who was beginning to encroach on his playground. Instead of being afraid of it, (Y/N) was amused to know that the Joker was out to get her.

Besides, she also had another ambition: to bring Gotham's greatest criminal to his knees.

And she wasn't going to hesitate to put obstacles in his way...

It is what the young woman did one evening when she saw the Joker and Batman confront each other for the umpteenth time. 

Determined to spoil her rival's fun, she armed herself with a bazooka and aimed at both enemies before pulling the trigger.

In a split second, two solid nets caught the Black Knight and the Clown Prince of Crime.

"What the hell is this? Who would do this to me?" the Joker snarled as he tried to shake off his restraints.

"Just ask our surprise guest!" snarled Batman as he glared at (Y/N), who stepped into the light with a triumphant smile.

"You again?" the psychopathic Clown ranted.

"I'm glad to see you too, dear Joker," the woman quipped.

"What do you want now, (L/N)?" asked Batman.

"What do I want? Simple: I'm a bad girl. And like all bad girls, I love to break other people's toys. And you happen to be the toy of this crazy guy in make-up! So you know what you're in for!"

The Joker broke free from his ropes and rushed at (Y/N) with a dagger in his hand:

"Come here, you bitch!"

"That you think!" sneered the woman before kicking the psychopath in the torso, sending him flying into the background.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Batman managed to free himself before confronting (Y/N). Unfortunately, the surprise effect was short-lived, and the young woman managed to hit the Dark Knight back. 

The Dark Knight knew that the woman known as "The Red Queen" was a formidable manipulator, but he did not expect her to be a skilled fighter as well. Every blow she dealt him weakened his defence. If she continued like this, (Y/N) would end up breaking him a limb!

Fortunately for the Gotham Knight, the Joker came back and attacked (Y/N):

"We're not done yet!"

Narrowly avoiding the stab, the young woman pushed Batman into a corner and faced the Joker:

"Come on, Clown. Let's see who gets the last laugh!"

With a terrifying laugh, the Joker went on the attack again and tried to wound his opponent several times, without success.

As the two enemies fought with unprecedented violence, Batman took the opportunity to neutralize and bind them.

"Untie me now, Batsy! Or I swear you'll regret it! And you too (L/N)!" the Joker shouted.

"Oh, stop whining! Anyway, it's all in the past, Batsy: once my lawyers get me out of jail, I'll take care of you and your clownish jerk!"

"Hey: watch out! You're next in line for a bullet in the head!"

As the two criminals bickered, the police arrived and took them to a detention centre, waiting to find what to do with them.

As (Y/N) and the Joker made their way to the prison, Batman wondered how this confrontation between his two enemies would end...

A few days later.

At the Black Mask club, (Y/N) was enjoying her freedom while sipping her favourite cocktail. 

This time, her lawyers had been particularly effective. She only spent one night in jail before being released on a mistrial. She smiled as she imagined the look on Batman's face if he saw her free!

As she thought of the Dark Knight, she also thought of the Joker, her new number one enemy. Since she hadn't been able to kill Batman because of the Clown, she had used her energy to undermine his influence on Gotham. But there was one element missing to ensure a complete victory over this psychopath.

Sad sniffles caught her attention, and she turned her head in the direction of the bar. She was surprised to see Harley Quinn sitting at the counter with her head in her hands! 

Her mind quickly came up with a new strategy: with a bit of luck, (Y/N) had the opportunity to strike a fatal blow to the Joker.

Sitting down next to Harley, the mobster asked:

"Are we having a bad night?"

The psycho barely looked up and (Y/N) saw a glint of sadness in the Harlequin's eyes.

Showing sympathy, she asked:

"Come on, talk to me: tell me what's going on!"

In a shaky voice - no doubt due to her alcohol consumption - Harley confessed:

"Mr J dumped me!"

Inwardly, (Y/N) was gloating: this news was the perfect opportunity to advance her agenda. She gently stroked Harley's shoulder:

"You poor thing! That's no way to treat your girlfriend!"

Harley replied:

"He says I'm useless, that I'm always in his way. But I do everything to make him happy!"

She shrugged wearily:

"But then, he's never happy!"

"What an ungrateful man! After all you've done for him, I thought he'd show you some appreciation!"

(Y/N) glanced discreetly at Roman Sionis, the owner of the place, who was also one of her business partners. He was sitting at a table talking with Victor Zsasz, his trusted henchman.

She knew that he hated Harley and that if he knew she was no longer under the Joker's protection, he would not hesitate to send Victor to kill her. 

Although Roman hated the Joker even more, and if he were not so afraid of him, no doubt he would have tried to kill him already.

Continuing to comfort the lonely psychopath, (Y/N) declared:

"You know, I think this breakup is a good thing for you..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Of course! I mean, if everyone finds out you're not his girlfriend anymore, things will go to hell! But you're lucky: I like you, Harley, and I need a strong woman like you on my team!"

At these words, Harley seemed interested:

"You... Would you want me to work for you?"

"Exactly. Unlike that crazy clown, I know when people are doing a good job, and I know how to reward them. You'll be free to do whatever you want, without worrying. And what's more, you'll be treated as my equal! So what do you say?"

Harley Quinn mused: sure, the offer was tempting, but she wouldn't want to betray her Pudding. Although, the latter had not hesitated to abandon her several times when he tried to escape from Batman. And then, (Y/N) seemed so kind. It was worth a try!

She nodded:

"It's okay. I'll go with you!"

"Great! I was sure you would do the right thing!"

"What do we do?"

"You go back to my place, sober up your vodka and get some rest. We'll talk about this tomorrow!"

She gestured to her bodyguard, who came into the room and she ordered:

"Take her away and tell Fred to drive her home. Tell him she is my guest!"

"Yes, ma'am. And you?"

She smiled.

"I'll stay for another hour or two. I have a conversation to have with Mr Sionis."

"As you wish, Madame."

As the bodyguard escorted a drunken Harley, (Y/N) rose from her seat and walked to Roman's table.

"Good evening, Roman dear!"

Turning around, the gangster offered her his most charming smile.

"(Y/N), my dear friend! Is everything all right with you?"

"I'm having a very nice evening. Oh, I almost forgot: good evening, Victor!"

"Madam (L/N)," the thousand-scarred killer replied.

"Why don't you have a seat, beautiful? What have you got to tell me?"

Smiling mysteriously, (Y/N) replied:

"It so happens, my dear Black Mask, that I have come to talk business with you."

This answer intrigued Roman, who asked:

"Oh yes? And what do you have to offer me?"

"I have a proposal you will be unable to refuse. And I know you well enough to say that!"

Roman put his martini glass on the table and sat up.

"I'm listening. What is this tempting proposition?"

"It has to do with the Joker and how he's going to die!"

Hearing this, Victor's and Roman's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam.

"You intrigue me, dear Red Queen. Tell me more!"

"If it includes me skinning him alive, I'm interested too!"

She leaned towards the two men and whispered:

"If you follow my plan to the letter, this Clown Prince of Crime will be history by the end of the week! Here's what we'll do..."

Five days later. Gotham Harbor.

Sitting on an empty can, the Joker was beginning to lose his patience: Harley had better not have brought him here for nothing! Otherwise, he'd cut her up himself! 

Adjusting the collar of his jacket, the Clown Prince of Crime saw Harley Quinn arrive.

"About time! You know I've been waiting for an hour?"

"Sorry, Mr J. But I'm sure what I'm about to say will make you happy!"

"Oh, really? And what could interest me to move?"

Smiling like a little girl who has discovered a secret, Harley replied:

"I know who's behind the Batman mask!"

Hearing this, the Joker clenched his fists to the point where his knuckles turned scarlet: how could that little weasel Harley have guessed his nemesis' biggest secret? 

"What do I care, you pest? It's none of your business!"

He snapped his fingers and ordered two of his henchmen:

"Teach that scatterbrain a lesson!"

But as Harley held her baseball bat tightly, ready to defend herself, several black cars appeared, and armed men got out, pointing their guns at the Joker and his men.

The Clown Prince of Crime turned to his ex-girlfriend and asked:

"Did you invite them?"

"Hell no."

He heard a familiar voice.

"No need for Harley to tell us anything to find you. Just follow the sound of your voice!"

The Joker turned and saw Roman Sionis getting out of his limousine, followed closely by Victor Zsasz.

"Well, if it isn't Sionis. What are you doing here?"

"Let's say I'm here to settle a case. And that Mr Zsasz here would like to add a new scar to his collection! I figured you'd fit the bill!"

The Joker laughed.

"Say you want to kill me, that's all!"

He gave his most menacing look.

"You wouldn't dare, you rich brat! You need me to run your business, but I can do it without you!"

"But you're not irreplaceable either, you psychopathic clown!"

The familiar female voice pissed off the Joker: all that was missing was that bitch! 

And (Y/N) appeared, surrounded by three bodyguards. Her confident walk and triumphant smile did not say anything good...

"What are you doing here?"

"Guess, if you're as smart as you say you are..."

The psychopathic clown thought before answering with a laugh:

"You want to get rid of me too? I guess neither you nor Sionis are smart enough to understand that I am Batman's greatest enemy and the greatest criminal Gotham has ever known. None of you can do anything against me."

He shrugged.

"But since you're here, you might as well distract me! Guys, gut these three jerks!"

No response. The Joker turned to his henchmen and saw that they were standing still.

"What are you waiting for? Attack!"

Suddenly, his men collapsed one by one, and the psychopathic Clown found that they all had knives in their necks. How could this be?

At the same time, men and women dressed in black with masks over their faces appeared.

(Y/N) smiled:

"Tell me, dear Mr J., did I ever tell you about my Shadows? You see, Ras Al Ghul has his assassins, the Court of Owls has its Talon, and I have my Shadows. They are remarkable and efficient assassins who are loyal to me."

"So what? You're going to send them to gut me?"

"No, I'll leave that pleasure to my ace card."

The Joker raised an eyebrow:

"Your ace card? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You'll soon find out: it's right behind you!"

No sooner had the Clown Prince of Crime turned around than he felt Harley's baseball bat hit him hard in the jaw.

"Wow, right in the face!" laughed Roman.

"Sure, boss!" sneered Victor.

Falling to the ground, the Joker looked up to meet Harley's dark gaze. In that instant, he knew Harley was his enemy, and she would show no mercy. The Joker knew very well who had turned his Harlequin against him, and he had to admit it was a good move. It would be funny if he was not in mortal danger...

Another blow from the bat in the ribs and knees abruptly pulled him out of his thoughts. Coughing in pain, the Joker heard his ex-girlfriend say ironically:

"So, Mr J., do you still think I'm a scatterbrain?"

(Y/N) walked over to the Joker and pressed her foot against the psycho clown's ribs, making him wince in pain.

"I wanted to thank you for this priceless gift, my dear Joker. By kicking her out, you have deprived yourself of a valuable ally. Now, if you'll excuse me, Roman and I have a bat to shoot! But I'll leave you in good company!"

She turned on her heels and left, calling out:

"Harley, Victor, I leave him to you! Have fun!"

As she walked away with Roman, the Joker saw Harley and Victor approaching and smiling menacingly at him.

Knowing that he would not escape unscathed, the psychopathic Clown braced himself for Harley's next swing of the bat:

"So, Mr J., who's laughing now?"

What was certain was that tonight, the Joker would not be laughing...

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Rose Gold Days Pt3

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Pt2  Pt4

Dick was having a good night on patrol, it was a quiet night, maybe with two or three simple thieves that he handed over to the police without much fuss.

His mother was visiting that week, having found an important clue to the terrorist Hawkmoth's reasoning, she stayed at the mansion while the bats computer accelerate the investigation. The protective spells his mother always put on him were doing their thing under the keblar suit and all the latest generation armor.

With his father it was the same, awkward demonstrations of love and many fun workouts. The highlight of his life recently was when Bruce told him that he was proud of him.

It had been a few weeks ago, Mari was out of town, so Nightwing and Batman had gone on patrol together. Bruce always stayed on the roofs of buildings, running and using the hook simply for the widest jumps. But Dick liked to swing, pirouette on the air and land theatrically, a part of the circus boy would never come out of him.

Batman could see that, and he simply allowed him to do his tricks while probing the streets.

After stopping a gunfight in the middle of the street, batman and nightwing were back in the cave. With dick chattering about his possible occupation as a cop when he grew up. In the middle of talking about how much he wanted to help civilians inside and outside the suit, his father interrupted him with:

 “i'm proud of you son”

To simply ruffle his hair and continue the routine after the patrol. Dick froze in the middle of the batcave garage until Alfred asked him if everything was okay.

That night, by video call Marinette saw her son with the biggest smile of all, while talking to her about his plan to become a police officer. He hadn't even taken off his suit when the call ended a few hours later.

When nightwing entered the batcave thinking about the family's plans for the night, he certainly didn't expect to see a dirty and beaten 9-year-old boy next to his parents.

He seemed to be nervous, scared, and angry, looking at batman and ladybird as if they were going to bite him. As soon as he fully examine him, nightwing got excited

“Do you guys got me a baby brother?!”

Everyone in the cave got nervous. Batman put a hand between the boy and his son, fearing that Nightwing would get too close to Jason, or Jason would try to hit him.

Ladybird tried not to show too excited at the prospect of her beloved Nightwing with a little brother.

And Jason was just trying not to collapse on the ground, definitely stealing the Batmobile's tires was not a very good idea, now he would die in the hands of the vigilantes, what a way to die for an orphan.

“Nightwing sweetheart, we are going to talk to Jason here. Please wait up stairs.”

Nightwing didn't argue, he could spy on them perfectly on his trapezium in the hidden room. The echo in the Batcave was impressive.

He began to think what kinds of activities they could do if they started being siblings. Would they allow him to be vigilant? Would he go to school with him? 

Was it a requirement to be a black-haired boy with blue eyes to be adopted? Why did Mari and Bruce want to keep those traits on the line?

Nightwing was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't really hear anything they were saying until his father entered the room.

"Nightwing come down for a moment, we need to talk. Nothing serious, I just want to know what you think about it." Batman spoke. Nightwing only took a few somersaults to hit the ground.

Batman took a few seconds in silence to admire his son's abilities. Although Mari also did gymnastics and stunts, he was still disturbed and impressed by the movements of Ladybird and Nightwing.

"So ... Jason ... He ..." Batman couldn't find a proper way to start.

"Will you guys do it my little brother? Can we play on the trapezoids together? Will we go to school together? Say yes, pleaaaaaaaase.“ Nightwing grabbed his cape by the shoulders, in a futile attempt to shake him. Just managing to hang up on Batman… he still wasn't very tall to say.

Batman visibly deflated, relieved that his son took the idea of having a brother well. Of course he didn't expect any backlash, they were talking about Nightwing / Richard, a teenager who was all charisma, smiles, and justice.

Batman carefully dropped the vigilante. "So if so, we should go with Mari and Jason. Remember that he is new to this situation, it is understandable that he is nervous, if he wants to tell you where he comes from it will be his decision.”

"I'm not ten years old anymore batsy, I can manage to meet my little brother without problems."

"We'll see"

Ladybird put a hand gently on his shoulder.

"You can reconcide your answer if you're not sure Jason. We don't want to pressure you into anything, we just want you to be better"

Jason hugged his legs sitting in the main computer chair. "As long as I have food and a roof everything is fine, ladybird" His eyes were opaque, tired of life on the streets for a child.

Ladybird felt her chest clench a little more. "Jason, honey. We want you to join our family. Not only are you an act of charity, you may not feel comfortable with many things, but we want you to be well above all things.

Jason relaxed, but not quite. Ladybird knew it would take time. He was not like Dick, who upon arrival needed hugs and conversations about his nightmares.

Jason was a little more battered by life, neglect and general evil in Gotham, but he was still a child who needed guidance and love.

She was sure he and Dick would connect very well.

*Seven days after Jason´s arrival*

Jason was still insecure around adults, but he instantly became attached to Dick, much to his delight.

Despite his trademark smile, and the constant comforting touches that Jason was not used to. It was great to have an older brother, and a house, food, and real parents ...

He was fortunate that it was winter break, so Dick spent the whole day showing him around the mansion, and telling him anecdotes about his life at the mansion and before the Dupain-Cheng Wayne adopted him.

As for Bruce and Marinette, they were patiently waiting for Jason to get used to it.

They had both agreed that raising another child was going to be difficult. But they already had some experience, Bruce was in his best mental and emotional space, and Marinette had better control of the terrorist situation in Paris along with more experience in motherhood.

The rules about becoming a vigilante or hero were in place.

Bruce worked on his communication, and Marinette lessened her maternal paranoia.

*Two months after Jason´s arrival*

As soon as Jason settled in with Bruce and Mari, Dick had the brilliant idea to take another family photo, after all they now had a new member.

Jason began to express himself smoothly, showing a special interest in weapons and books.

Perhaps in another family things would have become complicated with his interests. But Bruce was a spoiling father with Marinette backing him up.

So the library of the mansion was very well dusted, three more shelves with different books were added. The Batcave's armory expanded, and Mari quickly put her protection spells on Jason, as soon as he began practicing under their supervision.

During free afternoons, Jason would be in Bruce's office, reading by his side while Bruce worked on the paperwork.

Other days he would be with Dick playing video games or sharing a mystery series in the projection room or in his own rooms.

And he would also meet Mari in the gardens, lying in a hammock while Mari sang for him and worked on his sketches. Or in the second kitchen, with Dick and him waiting to try the desserts she made first.

As family activities there will always be meals, movie nights, outings, and training.

Jason had already decided that he also wanted to be on the vigilante job. Motivated by his time on the streets, and decided to protect the children who suffered like him, but did not have the same luck.

When he saw that the painting on the main stairs had been changed, for the family portrait in which he had posed. He felt something warm in his chest, an inexplicable sensation that made his eyes water.

Twelve-year-old Jason Dupain-Cheng Wayne Todd was very happy with his family.

School sucked, but Mari and Bruce were always on the lookout for him. He was very good in his fighting classes, handling weapons and in parkour.

He didn't have many civilian friends, but the Titans and Roy were everything Jason wanted.

Dick was starting his police training, so he wasn't in the mansion all the time now, but he had no plans to walk away while Jason was still at school.

His mother had given Dick the miraculous dog, his kwami Barkk, always accompanied him, even in his new training.

Jason had been handed the Miraculous Ox, with his Kwami Stompp when he had earned his right to be on the field.

Red Hood appeared in support of Batman despite Marinette's concerns.

Batman did not want magic in the vigilantes, and his family could respect that. But it was not an impediment for the kwamis to be active.

Bruce was very pleased with the development of his second son on patrol. And Jason was more than happy to swing between buildings and hit thieves.

Things were calm and happy, the Dupain-Cheng Wayne family happily unaware of a certain ten-year-old stalker who was watching his hero, Batman, Nightwing and Ladybird closely.

Yeah… Jason literally wouldn't know what hit him next time.

Certainly meeting your new brother kidnapping him wasn't a good start. But no one would say that to Timothy Jackson Drake, so it will be quite a show.

[black-streak]

Waiting for the Worms- In the Flesh.

Part 16

No editing, we die like men: ill prepared and confused. Did I read this over even once before posting? Nope.

Warnings back fully into effect. Have triggers? Just go ahead and avoid this. Don't want to spoil anything, so I wont say which, but guys, you've seen my other chapters for this. You know better.

This was actually fun to write with my weird view point that's both in the moment and yet so disconnected.

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Following Damian back into the living room, she saw the group all gathered around their phones, whispering amongst themselves. Approaching soundlessly, she peeked over Juleka's shoulder, catching sight of the screen at the same time Jason did. 

The Joker. He had escaped Arkham once more and now held a broadcast, obviously attempting to get the attention of the Batman. Apparently he set up a new game for them to play. To make matters worse, the prize for winning? The return of Robin. A young looking boy in a different form of the Robin suit was shown for only a moment, glaring at the camera in his face. The timer was set and the broadcast cut. 

That location, it was far closer to their own location than the Wayne manor. Bruce wouldn't make it. It was her and Jason all over again. 

Jason.

Turning on her heel, she took a deep breath and swallowed hard to settle the anger rising in her throat and took command.

"Damian, see to Jason, keep him calm. The pit is about to take hold," she spoke calmly, Damian nodded and lead the taller man away as she turned towards the group watching her every move, "I'm setting out. Jason is likely to come with me. You'll watch over Damian in my absence. I do not expect any of the kwamis to wish to transform with me, but if you decide to, you'll need to be morally ambiguous unlike Tikki or Plagg. Neither of us will be held back or redirected. You'll have to accept whatever comes of this," looking away from the kwamis and to the bristling teens in front of her, she hardened her gaze, "Unless one of you has experience with the Lazarus Pits and their effects, you will stay away from either of us or that building. Judging by the gasps I hear from the kwamis, they will enforce this for me if you decide not to heed my words."

Stalking into her room once more, she started to drag out bags, open compartments in drawers, pull off seemingly decorative pieces from the walls. Longg approached her carefully from the side.

"I will transform with you. The others would feel more comfortable if one of you were superpowered and I'm morally gray unlike the main set."

Nodding, she took his piece carefully, "I need you to make my suit stealthy. I will not be caught due to bright colors."

"The suit will match your will," he reassured.

Transforming, she took in the multiple shades of grey and black lining her body in waves, selective holding pouches hidden within the fabric. Placing her knives about her body, she found a retractable bladed staff along her thigh. Perfect, one less large piece to carry. 

Grabbing a mask, she slipped out to find Jason mostly calm. Taking his hand in hers, she led him to the bathroom and handed him his own clothes back from the league missions.

"He won't be transforming?" Marc inquired.

"His body is more riddled with madness. It's less than it would be had his soul been dipped as mine has, but I've had time to tame and curb the insanity. He hasn't. Add superpowers to the mix?"

"He'll level a city," Plagg spoke up.

"Exactly."

"And you're taking him with you?" Kagami growled out, obviously against the idea.

"Would you rather I leave him here so he can accidently kill one of you and hate himself for the rest of his life? Besides, he has no attachment towards Damian yet. I'm not risking it," her tone brokered no arguments and Jason emerged in that moment. He immediately went into her room and pulled out a gun from her side drawer, muscle memory letting him navigate the place as his own. He put it in the holster on his thigh and went towards her equipment, still out and waiting for him, sifting through until he found a larger set of machetes, grabbing them and a second mask before rejoining her at the window to the fire escape. With just a glance towards the other they knew their minds were in sync.

"Damian, stay and watch them," Jason ordered, the kid nodding at his given mission, turning towards the team with crossed arms. 

With that, they climbed out and took off across the rooftops.

…

The run went by in a blur of motion neither could remember. Now they crouched on the edge of the building the Joker was supposedly in, scoping out the entrances. She could feel Jason practically vibrating at her side and traced spirals along his spine to keep him mentally in place.

"Shhh, focus on my instructions Jason. Those voices aren't as important as our own," she murmured, finding an unguarded door. The idiot never used obvious doors, so of course the clown wasn't focused on them as much as the windows, basement and roof access. The door she found looked like an old employee entrance, easily overlooked. 

"Jay?" Before she could finish the inquiry, he moved forward and picked the lock, letting them in, keeping in front of her.

"Based on the lighting in that video, I'd guess they're keeping him further up. What do you think?"

"Likely midway up, seventh or eighth level."

They skirted their way up staircases, quietly knocking out anyone they found on their way up. Occasionally they stopped to practice deep breaths, as the further up they went, the more vivid the green in their eyes glowed. Both could sense the impending catalyst and tried to press the insanity back. They wanted this to be on their own terms.

At about the sixth level, Jason found himself having to hold Mari back, having almost torn out a guys throat for simply struggling too much in the takedown. 

"Not worth it. Not yet."

Breathing heavily, the voices dropped back to reasonable levels, allowing their continued movement. Mari found herself meditating as they went, recentering herself. One of them had to stay fully self aware and she knew it had to be her. Jason needed someone to watch out for him in his first true rush, not to panic in the middle when no one could hold them back. She would be there the way Talia had been for her. As Damian normally was.

At the ninth floor, they found their target.

Marinette felt borderline insulted at the difference in treatment.

The current Robin was swinging upside down, bound in rope and gagged. 

They had been chained to an operation table, beaten to a pulp with every moment too long the bat took. This boy didn't even have a guard on him. Sure, there were boobytraps set all over the damn place that they painstakingly dismantled one at a time, but even still. Not a scratch on the kid's face. Shaking the thought, Mari chided herself. Her anger was reserved for the people who put them in this situation, not some boy that was obviously dragged into the adults' personal issues. She knew when they escaped and the madness leveled out, relief for his unharmed state would course through her like a tidal wave. For now, she felt contempt and resignation. When the last trap finally fell apart, they heard his voice.

"Batsy! So you finally decide to show on time for one of your pretty birds?" It called, still not in view.

Jason bristled in her peripheral and she yanked him around quickly to focus in on her, aware of the hanging kid's eyes trained on them.

"Save Robin. He can't. He won't. We know this. Do what he didn't for us. Save. Him."

Jason's pupils blew under the mask and a growl tore from his throat as he turned towards the masked child, letting the anger direct itself into righting the injustice done unto him.

Marinette turned back towards the voice, creeping forward, bladed staff withdrawn and extended. She watched its shadow as it twisted along the walls. Finally, it turned the wrong corner and she slammed the side of the staff against him, letting the staff glide along their body as they were forced back, the tip catching their chest and opening a gash through his suit.

Joker jolted, gasping and confused, "You're not Batsy."

A feral grin grew upon her face, "No, but I'm so much more fun, wouldn't you say?" she activated wind dragon, blowing him further back across the room until he stumbled and fell onto his back. He quickly grabbed up a device and smiled maniacally, holding it up to view, starting a spiel about what it would do if he pressed this particular button, blah blah blah. She wasn't here for his rambling. Activating electric dragon, she launched herself into the device, shorting it out into a useless hunk of metal. Reappearing in front of him, she drew out her blades, only to hear quiet feet land in the room over. 

"And what exactly did you have in mind, girly?" He asked, licking at the corner of his mouth in a weird tic sort of a way. 

Placing a grin to rival his own across her face, she tilted her head, "It is not what I'll do that should concern you. Rather, what I'll allow him to do," she watched annoyed confusion flicker across the clownesque features as Jason appeared at her side, a second set seeming to approach her from behind. Reaching back, one hand grabbed a thin shoulder in a harsh grip to keep the kid in his place, the other went to her side to grip a broad shoulder in a more crushing grip to keep Jason from moving too soon. She turned and looked into masked, violently green eyes.

"Do you want to?" A nod. "Will you regret it?" A shake. "Will you take back your mind when it's over?" Another nod. "He's all yours, Bird. Get it out of your system, find me when you're done." A growl.

She let go and turned towards the kid, bodily backing him up into the other room, out of view.

"You don't want to see this."

"Who are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I'll figure it out either way. Be nice if you made it easy though."

"Hmm, how does one become a Robin? Oh yeah, the previous one either leaves or dies."

"You don't mean," the kid's eyes widen.

"He shouldn't of allowed another one. Isn't one child dying for his cause enough?"

"It's not like that," he grew defensive.

"Isn't it though? Whether you wanted it or not, if anything happens to you, it's because he decided another child could fight actual murderers."

"That's beside the point, I need to stop them," he tried to push past her only for her to activate wind dragon and pick him straight up and out of the building to another rooftop, letting him go at the top, though grabbing his grapple as she reformed.

"Do you recognize this part of the city?"

"What are you doing? Let me back in there," he sounded panicked.

"Breath, little bird. Do you recognize where we are?"

"I- yes. I recognize it."

"Do you know how far it is from Wayne Manor?"

"What does that-" he attempted playing dumb.

"Do you?"

"Of course I do!"

"I know you do. You're a smart little bird. Very well learned. You know how long it takes to get here from the Manor as well don't you? And what time the broadcast went up?"

The kid's face darkened, and while he obviously didn't want to admit it, he could obviously make the calculations.

"He wouldn't have made it on time."

"It was on purpose. Joker wants to remind him of his greatest failure," the teen, she realized, rationalized.

"Batman isn't the only one Joker reminded. People don't take kindly to reminders of their dying day."

"So you two are?"

"Undead? In a funny way, yes. And absolutely riddled with destructive insanity."

"You don't seem it."

"I've had time to repress it. Learn control and stability. Him, not so much. This is his first relapse. There's no preventing it. Only directing it. I figure taking out an actual child murderer, who has tortured and ended the life of hundreds, including the sick and dying would be an alright outlet."

"It's immoral."

"We both know the only reason Bruce won't kill is that he wouldn't stop once he started. He'd lose control entirely. It's nothing to do with morality. Otherwise he wouldn't turn a blind eye to the select hits Alfred made in his time."

"How do you know so much?"

"How do you?"

"I figured it out on my own and decided for him."

"Very clever of you. But you didn't decide for him, he let you and took advantage of your determination. I'm sure in more ways than this one." She picked his arguments apart, remembering the way Talia detached Damian from herself. She didn't like the idea of manipulating a kid into disowning his own family, but a toxic situation was still toxic. She'd contact Alfred later to get back in touch as well as a better read on the situation.

As the teen became frustrated once more, he moves towards her to get back his gear only for Jason to drop next to them, breathing heavily with blood dripping down his arms and from the blades across his back, down onto his legs and the ground surrounding.

He seemed to slowly come back from the insanity, leaning into her, "I killed him. Fuck, I killed him," he gasped. 

Marinette reached up and stroked his head in soothing motions.

"It's okay, Jay, it's okay. He deserved it. You hate taking another's life and feel the weight of it, but it wasn't a life that was regrettable to end," she whispered, remembering the words that assuaged her own guilt.

"The-the Joker is dead?" The teen before them whispered.

Jason peeked up at the little Robin before them, the green sparking for another moment, "He made another? Replaced us? The mantle should have died when you did. Dick should have stopped him," he groaned out, hatred and fear pulsing in waves.

"Oh shit, you're the last Robin. Jason," the teen's breath caught, half in awe, half dread.

"Yeah, the last. Why? You shouldn't be here," his voice quivered.

Mari handed the grappling gear back over, looking him directly in his hidden eyes, "I know you're going to tell him Jason's back. That he killed the Joker. I'm sure you'll even mention me. But I'm sure he'll notice our own message."

"And what would that be?"

"We were the ones to save you. Not him. Let me know if you ever need an escape from that nightmare."

With that, she lead Jason away, having heard his breathing even out and calm moments before.

"Let's go home," she whispered in his ear, getting a soft nod and taking off back across the roofs.

[gobydana]

Have You Ever Cared?

Hi! Could I request a batfam x batsis reader fic where she’s not a vigilante and everyone thinks of her as a spoiled trust fund kid and say some pretty mean stuff to her during an argument causing her to storm out. She’s killed and nobody really does much. So when she is resurrected she stays off the grid and leads a simple life until the batfam finds he and confront her where she reveals how hurt she is.

Batsister was a lot of things, biological daughter of billionaire Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s party child, twenty-some year old with no real path in life, living off her father. Or well that is what one would think if they read the tabolids or even talked to her family. As one of the only family members not in the superhero business. The gossip columns loved to feature her. Who she was out with, where she was partying, what car did she wreck. Her family loved to get on her case. Why didn’t she go to college or do something besides chilling at home. Why waste the money on drinking, being the party persona Bruce took on for many years. 

Tonight was one of those nights, only it seemed worse. Maybe it was due to the non-stop shit she got or maybe just today she didn’t want to deal with it. Either way it didn’t seem to stop and just kept coming. 

“They said you were drunk and saw you driving.” Bruce about yelled as he pushed the car away. 

“I wasn’t drinking.” She hollered back. 

“Really? Then do you just suck at driving? Can’t find the line?” Damain added in. 

“C’mon sister, we can’t have two family dissapointments. Just drunk driving?” Jason said from a top the stairs. That got him the bird. 

“When are you going to grow up.” 

“Father can’t get you out of trouble all the time.”

“What if you cause someone else’s injury? Did you ever think about that?

“Stop being the billboard for trust-fund child. Like c’mon can you actually use that brain in your head.” 

“I can’t believe we are related. Are you sure you are Bruce’s kid.”

“Enough!” Bruce yelled among the insults shooting out. “I am very disappointed in you.” He said with the most even, cold tone he could. 

With that batsister left towards the door not wanting to hear anything more. She couldn’t take it anymore. They of course wouldn’t listen to her but take the word of the press. It’s not like any of them were around enough to even get to know her. That’s why she knew they wouldn’t know where to find her. 

She went to the graveyard. It was her safe place, minus certain times of the year her family really didn’t come here. She walked towards the only two people  she hadn’t manage to disappoint in life: Thomas and Martha Wayne. She sunk down in defeated and started talking to the tombstones. Having the feeling at least someone would listen to her. 

“Your son hates me again. Family wouldn’t even listen to. Thought I was drinking and driving all cause of some Instagram videos taken of me not driving in a straight line. You want to know why I couldn’t drive? I was crying again. Had the stupid police radio on and heard bat down. Didn’t know which was got hurt, but judging by the sling on Jason’s arm going to guess it was him. They don’t know what it’s like. Finding out the same time the public does when one of them gets hurt. Every time I am home I see a new bruise, stitches, broken bones. Don’t they care that one day I might come home and find them gone? Hell doubt anyone would even tell me if they died. I probably would find out from the press.”

“Got into that university for a degree in chemistry biology. Think I might just pack and leave. Would they even care? They give me shit cause doing nothing, but they don’t know what goes on in my life. If they did, they would know I was applying. That the press’s opinion of me hurt my last chance. Been trying so hard. I am going to pretend you are proud of me though. So at least one or two Waynes would be.” 

She brushed the tears off her face. The thing she would never let her family see. Stay strong until she was alone. She was a Wayne and they were strong. But times like this she couldn’t be. After a few hours she knew she had to go. The rain was starting to come down and the moon was already hanging high in the sky. Grabbing her backpack, she walked towards the road. Starting tomorrow she was finding her own place and living a  new life. Maybe move to Metropolis. 

The dark night, slick roads, and her black clothes made her hard to spot. It didn’t help she was walking from the graveyard to the main road. That might be why the driver didn’t see her. The tears in her face cloudy her vision so that she didn’t see the car until it was too late. The last thing she registered was red blinding pain as the car made contact with her body at 45 mph. A driver who didn’t even care enough to stop but instead drove away. 

From the shadows though stood someone who did see. Someone who recognized her and knew of her family, Both as civilians and with capes. Someone who wanted to get back at Bruce and see him suffer. So Talia stepped out of the dark and picked up the bleeding girl. Batsis had died upon impact, but that didn’t mean she had to stay dead. Her father had a way to fix that. 

Green and pain was the next thing she remembered. It was almost glowing green as every injury she just suffered came flowing back. Her yells and pleas for it to stop echoes in the dark cave. Finally she found her way out towards the end of the pool where Talia and a guard were waiting. She explained everything to her and what happened. 

The first thing she asked was about her family. They might have been mad at her, but truly they would mourn her at least? But when Talia showed her newspapers and camera that she hacked into the manor, it surprised her. No mention of her death or the accident. Her family was acting as if nothing happened. Just carrying on like normal. When each of her siblings died and her father, she cried for days. Often feeling like she couldn’t get up each day. 

Everyday she found herself checking on her family with the same results. Talia saw the girls spirit died a little each day. After a few weeks she handed the girl a wad of cash and some new clothes. Gave her a chance that once she wanted more than anything. A do over, living a life not as a Wayne but as herself. She took that chance and left the compound to another world. It wasn’t long before she found a job and a place. Settling into life away from the family who didn’t care. 

It would be months before someone found her backpack. Bruce went to the cemetery to visit his parents' grave. On the way out he saw the backpack hidden in the bushes. At first he thought it was a normal one until he saw the W.E pin that she always had on hers. Closer look saw blood that was long ago dried up. The weather got to the backpack, no doubt being there for some months. He thought she had left mad at them, to another city. But maybe it was something else. He took the bag to examine further. 

Back at the cave, he emptied the contents. He was surprised at what he found. A college acceptance letter to pretious program, volunteer shirts from an orphanage the next town over, notebook and pencil, and her wallet. So much of it surprised him so much he didn’t know about his own daughter. Soon he found himself lost in thought he didn’t hear Talia come in at first. She knew he would be at the graves today and made sure he would find the backpack. 

“She died you know.” She said with hands up as he stood up with a batarang in hand. “A hit and run. Her killer just drove off without a care in the world.”

He sank down into the chair with a sad realization coming over him. She hadn’t been avoiding them, she had been dead. The rest of his kids were coming down the stairs at that moment for patrol. Every single one stopped in their tracks as what she said echoed in the cave. Not one knowing. 

“DId you?” He started with her only to cut him off. 

“Yes. SHe is alive again and if you truly cared about her, you would stay away from her. What family doesn’t know that one of them is dead. Prioritizing cape life over your own blood?  She died alone thinking you all hate her.”

With that she left. Bruce couldn’t say anything but waived the rest of them off to patrol. While they were gone he went up to what was once her room. Some place he hardly walked into since she was a child. He could still remember when she was younger and wanted it decorated pink. A pink glitter canopy hung over her bed. She was so happy to help him put it up. THat room no longer existed. Some time between now and then she painted it a different color. 

On the dresser was pictures of all of them. She was younger in 

most of them. Thinking back it had been a while since he had done anything with her. Between Gotham and the league, something was always pulling him away. Different college applications clouted her desk along with an old text book of his. Looks like she was teaching herself different science items. A police radio sat on the bed side table with a wrinkled sheet. On the sheet had all the code names the police used for the different bats. She must have been listening at night. Further discovery of wrinkled up tissue told him more than he ever knew. 

Through out the next week, they all found parts of her around the manor that surprised them. Jason found the book he recommend she read before his death as Robin laying on her bookshelf. It was worn out and no doubt been read a  few thousand times. Damian discovered that she had a sword hint half painted. It was going to be a gift for him. Dick found the old letters he use to write her when he first left the manor and started on his own. It appeared he was the one who stopped writing. Tim found his old camera and pictures in her room. Duke saw she wrote down his parent’s birthdays as a reminder for herself what days might be hard for him. 

It was Bruce who went looking. Everyone else thought maybe the best thing was to let her move on. Him though, he just couldn’t give up. She was his daughter, an only child he got to raise up. He had baby pictures of her and more growing up until the pictures stopped. He couldn’t give up on her. He might have found the man who hit her and threw him in jail with a lot of bruises, but none of that could make up all he forgot. 

He remembered as a child she was fascinated with France. Claimed she was going to live in southern France one day. So on a hutch, he went there. A few weeks later he saw her. It was in a small village near a university. She was working at a café. He sat across the road and watched her. The whole time, she looked genuinely happy. Something that didn’t happen in Gotham. 

That night he followed her home towards a small flat where she lived with a cat. She turned around when he came through the window, just starring at her. 

“Wonder if you were ever going to come. Was it better without worrying about a press nightmare living at home.” She asked. 

“I didn’t know you died.”

With that she threw up her hands. Of all he could say, that is what he said. SHe exploded. 

“I died and saw you all move on. You didn’t even know? What thought I just up and left. Didn’t even care to find out where? Did I ever matter to you? Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. I was second string to everything. Sorry missed you birthday, had to go save the world. I wanted a Christmas morning with my family? Too bad Joker broke out. I seem like I am hungover? Nope been up all night crying because the police reported one of you asses were massively hurt. Seven I wanted to go trick o treating but nope went to a fellow soliciaties party because the bat was too busy to take his child out. The damn league saw you more then me. I debated often just joining the rogues because then maybe you would pay attention to me. Nope just caused you problems that you couldn’t ignore. Put the Wayne name in the spotlight and you started paying attention to me. 

“I didn’t know.” 

“Is that all you can say? LIke I know you weren’t a man of many words but c’mon. How hard is it to say you are proud of me? To ask about my day just once in awhile instead of scolding me? Well guess what, I am proud of me. I am starting my degree of chemistry biology while working at the cafe. I made friends here who are friends with me not because of my family but because of me. No more wondering if I am good enough for you or good enough to be a Wayne. I am good enough for me. So there’s the door, don’t let it hit you on your way out. 

That night Bruce grabbed sleep at hotel and video chat with the family. Each one of her brothers ashamed that she thought she wasn’t good enough. For the next year, they came separate and slowly got her to be at least friendly with them. No doubt they could never undo the damage done but they tried to be a family. Bruce thought has the longest road. 

For the longest time he could never get the picture of her as a little girl asking for story before patrol. But over time he slowly saw her for the brilliant young woman she had become. He started talking time off from Batman to see her. Wanting to not waste more time. He almost lost her for good due to his own stupidity. Seven years later when she graduated with her doctorate, he made sure to be there with the family front row. He had missed so many memorable moments he wasn’t going to miss that one. 

Over time she also started to forgive them. The sadness and loneliness that had made a permanent place in heart had finally left.  She finally heard her father say that he was proud of her. That was something she never thought would happen. Also as a promise to her, he never came as Batman. Only as her father, Bruce Wayne. The family started to inform her more of when they got hurt instead  of her finding out herself. ANd some days when she came home to two of her brothers crashing on her couch bickering, she couldn’t be happier. 

Tagging: @the-shadow-of-atlantis @superwhoteen @speedypan 

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Jelly Bean (Batfam x toddler!Batsis)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Angst, Psycho  Word count:~2835 Summary: (Don’t wanna spoil)

You loved school. 

Learning new things, spending time with your friends, playing on the playground and having fun in general. It was awesome.  So, like everyday, you basically jumped out of your bed when Alfred woke you up, got dressed in a violet princess-y dress with a bat-symbol on the chest-part which Duke has given you as an I-hope-you-accept-me-as-your-brother-gift (you did) -it soon became your favourite dress and you wore it at least once every two weeks much to your fathers dismay and all your other siblings delight, you don't really know why- and hurried down to join your family at breakfast.  You, being your usual cheery self, happily told Damian about the dream you had, while eating the scrambled eggs Alfred had placed before you, not noticing the tiredness of all your siblings, even though your aura alone made them happier and a bit less-tired, since even your excitement about so little things, like the fact that you met a talking cucumber sandwich in your dream, was contagious.  When you'd finished eating you hopped into the car (with a little help from Alfred), wiggling the whole way to your primary school and basically ran to your class after hugging Alfred goodbye.  Being a first grader was great. No tests, no grades and only nice teachers.  One of those teachers was Miss Tanser, your class' teacher and one of the nicest persons you knew. She always joked during lessons, sang catchy songs with the class and never got angry or furious about anything.  That was also why she was your favourite, which was the reason for you being extra happy that it was Wednesday. Wednesday meant you would have Miss T in the last two periods and she ends the class with jelly beans like she always did on Wednesdays.  The time flew by and soon enough you sat beside one of your friends in the first row of math class, listening to Miss T talking about addition and subtraction, doodling small bats -your favourite animals- in your exercise book when the bell rung.  "I guess that's it for today kids," Miss T said, went back to her desk and pulled out a bag of heart-shaped jelly beans. She went through the rows, from the back to the front, giving everyone a bean, until she arrived in front of you, sticking her hand into the bag. When she took it out again, it was empty. "I'm really sorry, but I think that was the last of it." A small pout made its way onto your face and you looked at the desk in front of you, slightly sad, but when you heard Miss T clap you looked up at her smiling. "You know what, I think I still have a bag of them in my car. How about we quickly run over to it and I'll give you a jelly bean."  You smiled and nodded, packing your stuff up in record time. Patiently, -since you knew that it was Harper's turn to pick you up and bring you to your violin class (and she always took quite a bit to arrive at your school)- you stood beside the door and waited for Miss T, who still needed to clean her desk up. 

When Miss T and you arrived at her car, she opened it up, reached into the glove compartment and came back with a hand full of normal shaped jelly beans in intense green-ish colour. You picked one out and smiled at her, but before you were able to say thanks she said: "If you don't tell the others, you can have all of them. Those are my favourites." At first, you were a bit hesitant, but when you saw her encouraging smile you took the beans. "Thank you very much Miss Tanser," you said politely, slipping two of the sweets into your mouth. They tasted kinda strange, but as they were Miss T's favourites you didn't want to offend her with not eating them and so you just took them all in your mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed them.  You turned around, wanting to go back to the front of the school and wait for Harper when you suddenly felt dizzy. Before you even registered what happened, you stumbled onto the floor only to be picked up by someone, not being able to see who before everything went black. 

(Back at the Bat-cave) Harper was sitting in the cave sobbing, surrounded by the whole Bat-Family, telling everything she knew. When she arrived at your school, she wasn't greeted by you as she usually was. A bit confused, she searched through the school and asked everyone she met, only to be met with ignorance.  "I-I sho-sho-should have been there earlier," she said after she finally calmed down enough.  "It's not your fault," Bruce said, even though he was basically going mad on the inside, not bearing the thought of losing you. He just couldn't. Ever since your Mum, Selina Kyle, set you down at the front step of the manor, saying that she didn't want you to grow up as she did and that she'd still be there for you, just not as much as before, he was head's over heels for you (in a platonic way). Your little smile brightened up his days and your innocent was his anchor in the great, deep sea of darkness that was his mind nowadays. He had lost so much in his life, he couldn't lose you too. Gotham couldn't lose you. You weren't only his anchor, you were the city's as well. In those time's of depression, you were the ray of hope that made the civilians hold on and believe in a better future. But if you were gone... Bruce couldn't imagine what would become off him and this city. Dick wasn't any better. He knew that you were the glue that kept this family together. No matter how bad things went, how hard Tim and Damian fought or how pissed Jason was at Bruce, a single look at you made them calm down and overthink their decisions. They just couldn't bear the thought of making you sad or not being able to see you if they messed up bad enough. You were the heart and the soul of the family, without you everything that had been build up, Damian finally calling the others his 'brothers' (even though very rarely), Tim sleeping at least three hours a night, Jason joining the team again and even playing along with Bruce's rules, Cass feeling included and loved, Duke feeling like he belongs to this family, Steph and Harper having people to talk to even in their darkest times and Babs having been able to work through her Trauma and getting back to her old-self, would be gone. Leaving behind a broken family and even more broken people inside it.  Jason was angry...no. Not angry, furious. He wanted to tear apart whoever or whatever was the reason for your absence. You were with distance his most favorite sibling. No matter how dark his times, one look at you and he felt like it was worth it. Like everything he's been through was worth it as long as he knew you were safe in his vicinity. But now you weren't. And he wanted to burn the world down to get you back. Tim was slightly numb. His sleep-deprived mind hasn't quite caught up to the fact that you were, indeed, missing. You couldn't be. You were always there. How could anything happen to you, Gotham's little Angel, cutest Baby for five years in a row (and most likely next year first time 'cutest child'). It was impossible, at least in Tim's eyes. Soon enough he'd realize what was happening and he, too, would go crazy in worry. Damian was quite similar to Jason. He was burning with fury, but deep inside, somewhere only you had a place, he was 'so'-close to crying. You were the first person he was truly able to love. The first person he let into his heart, not regretting it for one second. Without you he'd still be the bratty-little-devil he was when he came to Bruce (he's still a bit bratty but in an acceptable way). He couldn't lose you now. In fact, he couldn't ever lose you. It would break him. Cass was dying inside. She loved you with all her heart. You couldn't leave her like that. She was supposed to watch you grow up, teach you how to dance and make you the best fighter there ever was, even better than herself. She was supposed to keep you safe and sound, she would never forgive herself if you were hurt. Steph was also furious, who dared to take you away from her? From all off them? You were her first sister and she wouldn't let anything happen to you. How would she ever pair you off with a cute dude/girl (that she had checked at least ten times over) on her wedding, if you weren't alive by then? How would she ever make your hair and make up for your first school-prom and glare (with her other siblings) at the boy (or the girl) who would take you? All those sister moments would possible never happen and alone the thought of that made her want to cry.  Harper felt extremely guilty. If only she'd been there sooner. If only she'd come in a car instead of the bus like she usually did... If only... All those scenarios went through her head, all of them ending with your safety, making her believe it was truly her fault that you were missing now. How could she ever forgive herself, how could her (new) family ever forgive her? If you won't come back, she wouldn't be able to stay anymore. Duke was not any better. He'd only had you as his sister for a short term of time but if anything would happen to you he'd try to kill everyone and then himself. You were his connection to the 'real'-life. You were keeping him grounded in this new (admittedly exciting) vigilante-life. How would he get through that without you? 

Bruce and Tim searched through every data bank and looked at the security footage from the area around your school, while the rest of the Family was strolling through the city, searching everywhere for you and Alfred was waiting for a blackmail call with conditions to get you back. Nothing. No call, Nothing. It seemed like you never left the school, but since Cass and Damian had looked through every corner in the school twice, that was impossible. Even though he knew that his Family could do a better job, Bruce was just about to call the Gotham Police Department, when finally: A call. It wasn't what they expected but still helped. Now Every second was counting.

(Back with you) 

You were shivering from fear as you sat in the room that was decorated for someone your age. Usually, you would have found it fantastic, but right now you wanted nothing more than to be back at home with your Daddy and your siblings. You had woken up in the trunk of a car, tied up, unable to move and still a little bit dizzy.

When the car stopped and you heard a door open, you closed your eyes and pretended that you were asleep. When the trunk was opened, the cold air surrounded you and made goose-bumps appear on your skin. They got even more intense when two soft arms grabbed you and pulled you out to the car, carrying you somewhere (you were too afraid to open your eyes). But before she was able to carry you far, you remembered something you Aunt Babs had once told you. It was a fairy-tale. Hansel and Gretel, who were brought to the forest with the intend off them getting lost, but they managed to find their way back through a trace they'd left. Not sure what else to do, you carefully ripped your bracelet (that you Dad had given you for the emergency, with his private and Mobil number engraved) off of your arm, trying to be as discreet as possible and let it fall to the floor. You could only hope it would be of some help. A few seconds later you were set down onto a bed, but you let your eyes closed until you heard a door close.  That's how you've found yourself in this room. You've already tried to open the door and the window (which was darkened), but they wouldn't budge. Tears welled up in your eyes and you curled up in one of the corners in the room, sobs shaking your body.  That's when someone opened the door. You looked up to see Miss Tanser staring down at you and for a second hope flooded you.  "I don't know what happened," you sobbed, sitting up slightly, "Please, can you please bring me home?" She smiled, ducked down to your level and hugged you, making you cry into her shoulder.  "But you are home, sweetie?" she said, almost hurting you with how hard she hugged you.  "What?" you squeaked and tried to wiggle your way out of her arms. "This isn't my home. My home is with my Daddy." She immediately let you go and moved back, staring at you with such a delusion in her eyes that even you -a five-year-old- could recognize it.  "No sweetie," she started and caressed your cheek, causing you to lean away, "This is your home. With me. Your Mummy." Utter confusion filled you.  "What? My Mummy is away with my Auntie's." Miss T chuckled coldly. "No No No. I don't know why you believe that. I am your Mummy. You've been taken from me for a while, but now we're back together and I'll make sure that you'll never be taken away from me again." You violently shook your head and made fists with your little hands.  "No! I wasn't taken away. I want my real Mummy and my Daddy," you cried, letting your temper get the best off you. You felt a sharp pain at the side of your face, causing tears to slip down your cheeks, not yet understanding that your favorite teacher had just slapped you.  "I AM YOUR MOTHER! AND UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU'LL BE GROUNDED IN YOUR ROOM!" she screamed and rushed out of the room, locking the door after her.  Crying, even more, you curled up again, falling asleep from all the drama and the exhaustion. 

You woke up from the sounds that reminded you off those movies that Jason always watched or those video games that Dick and Tim played. Scared, you hid under the small desk in the room, when you heard Miss Tanser scream: "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME! SHE BELONGS TO ME! NO ONE WILL EVER SE-" there was a loud thump and she stopped screaming, but before you could come out, another thump was hear-able but way closer and louder.  "Y/N?" you heard someone shout, followed by footsteps in the room. You tried to stay silent, not knowing what to do, but you couldn't hold back the small whimpers that escaped you. The footsteps got louder and you curled up, even more, closing your eyes when a shadow fell over you.  "It's okay, we're here to bring you back to your family," a deep, but a slightly familiar voice said. You opened your eyes and were greeted by the face of the one and only Batman. "Can you please come out?" You thought about it for a second but slowly shook your head. "Why not?" the hero asked you softly. "I-I want my Daddy," you whimpered scared. Batman sighed and raised his hand, causing you to flinch and close your eyes in fear. But, instead of what you expected, he spoke again, saying: "It's me, princess. Can you please look at me?" The voice sounded now exactly like the one of your father.  You looked up, expecting Batman, but seeing your Dad instead. "Daddy?" you asked confused. "You're Batman?"  "Yes. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't be here sooner," he said, his eyes slightly watery. Immediately you came out from the desk and hugged him as hard as you could.  "Shaqiqa," you heard someone shout and another pair off arms grabbed you and you were hugged. You looked up to see Robin look at you with relieve, but you only knew one person who called you 'Shaqiqa'. You raised your hand and put it on his cheek.  "Dami?" you asked and he just sheepishly smiled at your father.  "It's okay. We'll explain to you everything when we're back home, okay princess?" Bruce said, taking you from Damian and carrying you out of the psycho's house, careful to not let you see the riot that they'd caused in the rush to get you.  All of your siblings, even Bruce, decided to start your training now, that they'd never feel as helpless as they'd fell today. 

[squiddybeifong]

Meeting the Sirens

Harley could honestly admit to never paying attention to how amazing plants were at camouflage. It made sense to a certain extent with the natural world, but when one mixed Raven’s darkness with Pam’s powers, it gave the impression that Hell could be nothing more than a jungle on fire.

Sapphire eyes watched as cacti scuttled closer and vines slithered along the walls, hidden by the usual shadows. Their leaves curled in on themselves before they aimed towards Raven and the shadows darted away, forcing the plants to scramble into better hiding as Pam tried to keep the upper hand.

Harley ran a tongue over her teeth and forced out a laugh, sliding in between her kinda-girlfriend and her kinda-niece and tossing an arm around them both. “Come on, you two!” She pulled them close until their cheeks touched, spinning to beam at Talia and Kitty, “We can all get along, can’t we?”

Three glares and one look of pure apathy greeted her suggestion. “It’s bad enough you brought her--” Selina started, not taking her glare off of the assassin.

Ivy continued her sentence, all but sneering at the teen, “But why the fuck would we ever trust a hero?” The botanist’s glare deepened, the vines shifting in preparation again.

Emerald eyes widened half an inch as Raven forced to vines to stay in place, the darkness freezing the walls around them. The two superpowered women stared at each other for a long moment, uncaring to how Harley sheepishly squeezed their shoulders.  

After an impossibly long minute, the clown started to squirm and the Titan shrugged, “Your grudges are fair enough.”

She lifted her hand and made sure that Poison Ivy saw the magic fall away from her palm. Raven silently lowered herself until she stood on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her jaw once before offering an olive branch, “But from what Harley’s told me we both despise Zatanna.”

The redhead raised a brow, a humorless laugh escaping, “That’s it?”

“I’m also an empath.” Pam straightened her back at that information. Raven glanced at Catwoman out of the corner of her eye, addressing the green-skinned woman in front of her, “And I’d imagine that while I’m not as fond of her as you seem to be, we all don’t mind Harley dragging us away with her shenanigans.”

A pale hand raised from underneath her cloak, “That’s at least two things we have in common.”

Talia finally spoke up, “Three if you count having powers.”

Selina snorted at her interjection and Harley turned to them, her eyes brightening up as she tried to get her two friend groups to get along. Pam and Raven didn’t seem that close to killing each other, so she focused on getting Kitty and Talia from trying to glare each other out of existence, “And I bet you two have stuff in common too!”

Almost immediately after the words left her Harley sucked her teeth, wincing as she remembered the last time they had met. Raven shifted at the emotions in the room, letting out a silent hum as her shadows drifted closer to her.

Amethyst eyes flicked to Ivy as she let out a huff, “Not this again.”

The teen didn’t ask, but her question was loud in the air. Talia kept Selina in her line of sight as she shifted to explain, “We’ve had the same lover.”

Raven arched a brow, her mild amusement obvious even despite her hood shadowing half her face. She tilted her chin towards Ivy, “Batman seems to just attract criminals, doesn’t he?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Yes,” Talia hummed, displeasure rolling off her in waves. “He surrounds himself with more and more incompetence after every switch.”

Harley emphatically nodded her head at the statement behind her words. She patted the assassin’s arm, “Oh, so Batman ditched you? That’s rough, buddy.”

Selina narrowed her eyes despite the haughty smirk on her face, her hands curling into fists as she shot out to the goth, “He ditched her for me.”

“Wait, so you were the rebound? That’s rough too, Kitty.” Harley seemed to catch herself, her head snapping back to Talia. “I, uh, I mean…”

The blonde glanced at Raven, looking for some emphatic help. When nothing came she rushed out, “That sucks, my gals who can hopefully be pals?”

Raven crossed her arms over her chest, “This is an awful conversation.” Violet eyes turned to the botanist and she inched closer, “I’m sensing at least four deaths that have taken place here in the past two months. Care to show me around?”

Her request was met with a curious stare. After a contemplative moment the vines seemed to relax around them, a tangle of flowered stems curling to make a sort of hallway near their feet. A lazy grin curled black-lipsticked lips.

“Sure,” Ivy waved at the mystic to follow and away they went. Green shoulders shrugged, “If Robin--no, he’s a different bird now, right?”

“Nightwing.”

“Yeah. If he asks, they were all eco-terrorists that went missing.”

Raven snorted, her face curious as Pam added, a lilt to her voice, “There’s also a bunch of mushroom patches over their graves. They’re just full of poison; you’ll love them.”

The demoness perked up at that, “Any death caps?” Pine eyes flicked to her and Raven amended, “You’re Poison Ivy. I’d expect you to have at least a few of this planet’s best.”

“I’ve got better than that. Look up there,” Raven followed her pointed finger, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a white patch clumped along the rusty rivets. Pam watched as she floated up a few inches until they were practically the same height. A rare smile curled the stoic’s face, “I didn’t know Gotham was humid enough to support destroying angels…”

“You don’t know a lot about Gotham just yet.” The redhead nudged her elbow, starting to walk again. She bit her lip and decided to give this hero one allowance; if Harley loved her and she seemed morally gray enough to mingle with Batman’s enemies, then Raven was not yet trustworthy but slightly okay in her book. “And you can call me Pam, by the way.”

Raven tilted her head, giving the siren a thin but genuine smile, “Pam, then. Shall we go?” She motioned to where the vines were laid out for them to follow, “Those spirits aren’t going to be put to rest otherwise.”

Her words got an ‘Aha!’ and a snap as recognition filled the redhead’s aura, “Is that why all of our stuff has been moving around when we aren’t here? I told Harley no one alive was stupid enough to keep breaking into our place…”

Harley watched them go out the doors with a pout, turning back to see Talia had a hand on her sword’s hilt and Cat was tense, poised for a fight with her claws unretracted, if curled into fists.  

Quickly skipping in between them, the blonde tried to stall.

Her hands clasped in front of her chest as she wiggled her shoulders, thinking of something, anything, to prevent the fighting before it really began. Not that she couldn’t take care of any brawls, of course, but her friends were supposed to be getting along, dammit!

When nothing came to mind, she thought of how she’d distract the Joker whenever he got in his funks. And while neither of the two villainesses in front of her seemed opposed to potentially joining her in bed (though that was more up Pam’s alley, honestly), the answer came to her: both Kitty and Tally Marks were awful when it came to withstanding annoyances.

Her eyes bright, the blonde spoke a single word.

“Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo--,” Harley held it for a few seconds, paused to take a breath, and continued on as long as she could, “--oooooooooooooooooo…”

A clawed finger jerked out to press against her lips, “Shut up.”

Talia tensed at the move and Harley twisted away to speak up again, “Right, right. Cool, cool, cool, this is so cool that we’re all meeting again like this.” Harley rubbed at the back of her neck as her eyes darted around the room, considering asking the cactus where Ivy and Birdie went off to.

But she was the bridge and she had to stall the inevitable fight (again). The clown clicked her tongue and spoke freely and impulsively, “So, you two both fucked Batsy then?”

Neither women moved but two green glares landed on her. Deciding that she had to out-tension them both, Harley flipped one of her pigtails over her shoulder, “Hey, at least y’all got something in common, amirite?”

She rocked on her heels, “I mean, jeez. Wanting to cuddle with raspy-voiced bats. I know that feeling.”

That got Talia’s attention. Her eyes didn’t stray from Catwoman, but her temple tilted towards her friend, “Are you in love with my Beloved as well?”

“Ugh. Gods, no,” Harley’s face scrunched up at the mere thought. Shaking her head, she puffed her chest and buffed her checkerboard nails on her shirt, “I’m more-a Fidget kinda gal, myself.”

When neither reacted the blonde looked between them, her eyes comically widening, almost in slow motion. Blinking rapidly, Harley let her astonishment fill her voice, “Please say you guys remember Fidget? He’s one of Disney’s best characters in one of their best movies. Of all time.”

Selina couldn’t hold back her snort and Harley waved her thinly-veiled mockery aside, answering the look of confusion on Talia’s face, “He was the bat in ‘the Great Mouse Detective.’ Great film, by the way.”

Blue eyes smugly bored into Cat’s face, “Waaaaay better than ‘the Aristocats,’ despite the lies Kitty may believe.”

Smiling, she strolled back to face her favorite evil heiress, “Now I wouldn’t so much as ever think of fucking him --y’know Kitty’s the furry of the group-- but I can see getting to know the baby. Maybe even plan a heist or three after Rati--”

Selina drawled out, “Don’t spoil her.”

Talia watched the way Harley’s face lit up, “So you have seen it!”

“Yes. You make us watch it all the time.”

“Well I didn’t realize you were so busy thinking of a different bat the whole time. I just figured you purring about milk was a feline thing. Sorry for assuming, Kit-Kat.”

Annoyed, an irritated sigh forced its way out of Talia. She rolled her jaw, her fingers drumming against the metal of her sword’s guard, “You two tire me in the worst of ways.”

A high-pitched laugh escaped Harley as she dove into a hug, her palms hastily wrapping around Talia’s waist to prevent the assassin’s sword from being unsheathed. Giggling against the taller woman’s shoulder Harley sighed into the air, “Ray Ray was right this is just awful. We can find a different connection besides Batman, right?”

Talia and Selina didn’t stop their glare-off but the blonde paid them no mind, her words coming a beat faster than usual, “Like how we all break the law! Or how you both really appreciate having me in your lives? Oh! What about how both your names end with ‘A,’ that’s gotta be worth something!”

Her nose scrunched as she kept thinking, the idea coming to her effortlessly after a few seconds of silence, “Oh! I got it!” She held out her hands, making a square out of her fingers and closing one eye as if painting a picture in the air. Harley’s grin was loud in her declaration, “Strawberry milkshakes.”

Selina let out a huff through her nose, “Neutral ground won’t keep us from wanting to kill each other, Harls.”

“You never know. That’s what happened with Tal and Rae and me. Oh!” Blonde brows jumped an inch above sapphire eyes as a place came to mind, “How about we go to that burger diner that the Bats sometimes goes to.”

Talia tilted her head to the side, knowing the girl’s connection to the city’s protectors. “I doubt Raven will agree to that.”

“She’ll agree. But it’ll be reluctant.” Harley pitched forward and aimed a finger gun to both, her smile widening to a grin, “Just like your truce.”

Two aggravated sighs came from her words and Catwoman’s lips tightened in annoyance, “Not likely.”

Talia glowered when the blonde clasped her hands above her collar, Harley’s growing pout accompanying her dilating eyes, “No. We’re not as susceptible as the other two to your looks.”

A lazy laugh slipped out of the blonde, “Something else y’all have in common?”

The assassin’s glower deepened at her words. And while she’d never admit to the troublesome way Harley’s eyes grew and her lower lip quivered, Talia had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her resolve. Without putting too much attention on her rival, she knew Catwoman was doing the same.

Olive eyes rolled in annoyance and Talia sheathed her sword, grumbling out, “I won’t attack her tonight.”

Selina shrugged one shoulder and retracted her claws. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced between the two, “These meetings only last the night, correct?”

“Yep!” Harley popped the ‘P,’ practically bouncing on her feet at the way the tension in the room was lessening. The clown looked like a kid in a candy store and both Bat-lovers rolled their eyes.

“Then I guess we can get along for a few hours.” The Cat glanced at Talia out of the corner of her eye, a tiny smirk quirking her lips, “For Harley’s sake.”

“Agreed.”

[writersfailure]

Depressing dilemma

A/n: so this was requested by @rage-regretseverything. I’m sorry it’s gonna suck. Also I don’t have depression (10% sure that I don’t) so um… Yeah this is gonna end badly. Also, I’m horrible at titles so if you ever have any ideas send them to me please Description: due to a bunch of bad things in her life batsis develops depression. ******************

You walked down the hallway of your school, your earbuds firmly entrenched in you ear. Your music was turned up high. Your head hurt a little from the volume but it was worth it.

You had to drown those jerks out one way or another.

Your plan had been working so far. You couldn’t hear any of the things they said about you. That meant that you could pretend that you’re alright. The school day was almost over and you were about to go to your locker when one of the buds got yanked out of your ear.

You whirled around, trying to grab it back. The person who stole it laughed and you gritted your teeth. Of course it was one of the jocks. They seemed to love getting on your nerves.

“Give my earbuds back.” You growled. The bully laughed again.

“No I think I’ll keep them. After all, can’t your daddy just buy you another one? Or does he just not love you enough to?” He said. You could feel a rage boiling up from inside you.

You were an orphan. And as any Gothamite knows, orphans are collected by Bruce Wayne. He took you in after your parents were murdered and tried to make you the next batgirl. He enrolled you in Gotham academy and all the spoiled rich brats loved to get a kick out of bullying the newest pity case.

It didn’t use to be this bad. When your brother Damian attended school, he would scare off the bullies. Unfortunately he got expelled which meant you were defenseless.

Oh wait. Do you still think you’re batgirl? No, you only trained for a few weeks before Bruce realized that you weren’t a great fighter. You still wanted to help with the family business. So you got a few lessons from Tim, permission from Barbara and you were the new oracle.

Which meant that unlike your brother, you can’t scare off bullies with your awesome fighting skills.

“Just give them back!” You shouted. You shoved the jock a little, trying to get the object in his hands. He laughed and shoved you much harder. Your head hit against the wall and you started to get dizzy.

He knelt down and got in your face. You tried to back away but he grabbed you. “Don’t ever think for a second that you’re worth something. The only reason that Bruce Wayne ever adopted you was because he pitied you. He wouldn’t hesitate to send you back to the streets where you belong.”

Without warning, a fist came crashing down on your face. You groaned as he hit you in the eye and were cussing him out as he walked away. You could already feel part of your face swelling.

Lovely. Now you have to try and hide this from a family of detectives. You heard the bell ring and started to run. You hoped that it was Alfred who was picking you up today as you ran outside.

Instead of a limo though, there sat a blue motorcycle. You could make out a black haired boy standing in a swarm of girls. You put your head down hoping that Dick wouldn’t notice your black eye.

“ Hey little bat! How was school?“ You lifted your head at his greeting and he gasped. “What happened to your eye?” He asked as he rushed over.

You made up a story about how you tripped and you knew that he didn’t believe you. Thankfully, he let the matter drop.

The ride home was filled with awkward silence and as soon as he pulled in the drive, you were running to the house. You didn’t feel like getting interrogated any longer.

That plan didn’t last long. You opened the door and walked right into a wall of muscle. Dammit! Forgot that Jason was visiting today.

“Hey sis! Wha-” Jason trailed off when he saw your face. “Who do I need to kill now? Don’t try lying to me like you did to dickhead over there. I’ve been punched in the face enough times to recognize a real black eye.”

“It’s none of your business Jay! Why can’t you people just leave me alone?!” You shouted as you ran to your room. You laid down on your bed and cried into your pillow.

Somedays it just felt like too much to handle. Everybody expected so much from you. Between school and being oracle there was just so much pressure. You couldn’t let your family know about how you felt. I mean, your brothers go and fight crime daily and they all know what it’s like. The only difference is that you’re not getting the crap beaten out of you each night.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep. Maybe everything will be better when I wake up **********************

Downstairs, the boys were getting a little nervous and concerned. It was past dinner time and you still hadn’t come down to eat. They were talking to each other trying to figure out how to help you.

They all had noticed your happiness fade away. You used to be like Dick, you were the optimistic one of the family. But over the course of a few months, you were becoming sullen and slowly started isolating yourself from them.

They all knew that it was some form of depression.

“We could talk to y/n. Then we’ll hear everything through her point of view.” Dick suggested. The others shot that one down fast.

“She’ll just lie to us or leave the room. It wouldn’t work and then we’ll have to deal with her being annoyed with us.” Jason said. They agreed with him.

“At the very least, we need to get the sharp objects out of her room. I doubt that she would hurt herself but better safe than sorry.” Tim said. A chorus of agreement sounded in the room.

“Why don’t we tell father? He could most likely handle this better than us.” Damian suggested. Only Dick agreed with that plan.

“Let’s leave him out of this for now. Alfred knows what’s happening, he’ll probably tell Bruce at some point.” Jason said. He looked at his watch and sighed. “Almost time for patrol. Timbers, demon, why don’t you two go check on y/n.”

The boys nodded and began climbing the staircase to your room. They heard sobbing from you door and they quickly charged in, hoping that nothing had happened to you.

They had walked in on you having a nightmare. Damian ran to your side and started trying to shake you awake. It didn’t do much. Tim heard you whispering to yourself and he felt his heart break a little.

"She’s asking for her parents. Y/n’s probably dreaming about the night they died.” Tim said. Damian nodded and worked harder to wake you up.

You see, not only had your parents been murdered, they had been murdered in front of you. Someone had broken into your apartment and had stabbed them to death. The intruder had tried to kill you too but that’s when Bruce had broken through your window.

You whimpered in your sleep and slowly started to open your eyes. You saw your brothers and immediately wiped away any and all tears so they couldn’t see. Too late though.

"Y/n, are you okay?“ Tim asked. You nodded your head quickly and looked away.

"No you’re not. L/n, tell us what’s wrong. We need to get ready for patrol and we can’t afford for you to be emotional like this.” Damian said. You glared at him and took a deep breath.

"I’m fine. I just had a bad day, alright? I’m completely capable of doing my job no matter what you think. I’m not completely useless.”

"No one said that you were useless y/n. Just calm down a little. Maybe you should take a night off, relax a little. We can handle it by ourselves.” Tim said.

You started to panic. You knew that he was right. They could handle patrols and missions without you, they’ve done it by themselves for years. The bully’s insults about you being worthless started to repeat in your mind.

What if they realized that they didn’t need you? What if Bruce saw what a waste of space you were and decided to send you back to the streets? What if….

Tim and Damian both noticed you getting lost in thought and saw you start to tremble. Neither of them knew what was going through your mind. Tim assumed it was from your nightmare.

"Tell the others that y/n is taking a night off and so am I.” Tim whispered to Damian and the younger boy left the room. Tim sat next to you on the bed and wrapped his arms around you.

You had started crying again. You tried to hide it a first but when Tim hugged you, you let the tears come. You buried your face in his shoulder while he rocked you back and forth. You stayed like that for hours.

A knock on the door brought got your attention. You and Tim looked and saw Bruce there. Tim stood up and left, leaving you two alone. “Is there anything you want to tell me y/n? The boys said that you were having an emotional moment.”

You sniffled and wiped your eyes again. “It’s nothing. I had a bad day, that’s all.” You muttered. Bruce sat down next to you and held you close.

“You can tell me anything y/n, you know that. So please tell me, what’s wrong?”

You sighed and sniffled again. “This is going to sound bad. I should’ve done something other than just stood there and take it. The one kid at school called me worthless and I just let him get to me. I also had another bad dream.”

Bruce hugged you and sighed. “Next time y/n, tell us. We don’t want to see you like this. Your brothers would do everything in their power to make you happy and cheering you up after some rude comments is basically the one thing that they can do.”

(Bruce was still a little salty about a few mistakes the boys had made last week. It’s a long story but let’s just say that it involved blowtorches, tequila, and an extremely flammable warehouse.)

You smiled and hugged your dad back. “Come on, your brothers want to say goodnight before they go to sleep.” He said as he stood up. “Oh and if you remember the name of the child who said those things, don’t tell Jason or Tim. The last thing I need to give us a lecture about the no-kill rule or why Tim isn’t allowed to hack government websites.”

A/n: I’m sorry it’s bad. I don’t know if the person who requested this wanted self harm in it or the things that come along with it. I’m gonna make this clear right now. If you want me to write a suicidal/self harming reader, you have to specifically request that. I’m not saying I won’t write it, I’m just saying that you need to actually ask for it not imply it.

[c-nstantine]

Can't Keep My Hands Off You

Description: Inspired by a comment from @blckbarbiedoll

Warnings: Creampie, quickie, car sex

Word Count: 0.8k

Y/N smoothed her dress as she stared into her reflection in the mirror of her and Roy's shared apartment. This dress was different than her usual 'princess' style but it looked great on her nonetheless. While it was floor length, there was a slit in the silky material that ran up to her hip. That in combination with the corseted bodice that pushed up her breasts, she looked damn good. She had her hair done earlier that morning to install a long black lace front with a middle part.

"Damn, I am a lucky man," Roy whistled as he approached her from behind. He was practically ready to go outside of his bowtie being undone. His hands found her waist and lingered there as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"We look good," She said turning to him and fixing his tie. It had become a habit of theirs for her to do it.

"Maybe too good to go out?" Roy entertained lightly with a smirk. Y/N smacked his chest and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, we're going to be late," She pulled him by his coat sleeve and led him out the apartment door.

-

At first, Roy was concerned when Y/N told him to pull off into a dark alley just thirty minutes before they had reached their destination. He figured that she was sick or something but then she told him to get in the back seat. He used to pray for times like this when they started dating.

"No panties? You just wanted me to fuck you in the backseat," He said as she ground into his lap. The perk of wearing a dress with such a high slit is that it is easy to fuck in.

"Roy, please," She whined into his neck. Her lips pressed into his neck just above his collar to avoid staining. His hands slipped between them and he rubbed her pussy ever so slightly. His fingers just barely grazed her clit and she let out a small whine.

"Fuck, you're wet already," He groaned and tapped her thigh so that she would raise her hips. He made quick work of belt and zipper before sliding down his pants and boxers. His tip was dripping with precum and flushed red.

"If you ruin this dress, no sex for a week," She spoke as she lowered herself onto him making sure that neither of their fluids got on her dress. She let a loud sigh as she adjusted to his length.

"Yes, ma'am," Roy's grip on her hips tightened as he helped her ride him in the tight space. The car began to rock back and forth but neither of them could be bothered to care.

Y/N's hands gripped Roy's shoulders for support and sure every once in and while her head would bump the roof of the car but that was nothing to the pleasure that she was feeling. One hand left her hip and trailed down to her clit. Her pussy clenched tighter around him as he played with her clit bringing her more and more pleasure. He watched her mouth drop open forming a small 'o'.

"Roy, I'm gonna-" Her voice faltered as she approached her orgasm. Roy took control of her hips and did the work for her. Her moans got louder and louder as she came on his dick.

"Where do you want me?" Roy grunted while trying to keep himself together. He tried his best not to cum until she told him where. His neck and face were flushed red.

"Inside, baby, inside," She instructed him still slowly moving. She let out a whine as she felt his warm seed enter her. The two of their breathing turned into pants as they murmured 'I love you'. Y/N placed a long kiss on Roy's lips and smiled.

"I'll get the baby wipes," Roy spoke after a few moments of contentment. The two of them tried not to make this a frequent habit but as her father's daughter, it never hurt to be prepared.

-

"Hey, Dad," Y/N immediately greeted her father as they found him through the crowd of people in the venue. There was some classical music playing that made her feel like she was in Bridgerton.

"You look gorgeous as always, Y/N, even if you're an hour late. Roy," Bruce hugged his daughter and just eyed Roy as he normally does.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne," Roy waved from behind Y/N. He didn't know when he would get over his fear of Bruce. Every time he got close, he remembered that Bruce was also Batman.

"It's called being fashionably late. I'll go start my rounds with the old people." Y/N said before disappearing into the crowd of people with her shimmering dress. Roy watched as her hips swayed side to side and she blew him a kiss before conversing with some old billionaire.

"The next time you two are 'fashionably late', you might want to make sure she doesn't leave any marks on you," Bruce placed on hand on Roy's shoulder and pulled him closer. Roy's face flushed red as he reached for the right side of his neck as he remembered what Y/N did to his neck.

"Yes, sir," He spoke quickly and looked down to his shoes. He's really got to learn to resist Y/N.

Taglist: @flyestvenustrap @megamindsecretlair @blxckdesire @prettyvintageafternoon @lilbanas @certifiedloverwoman @melissa-ashe @hoyoooo

[blackbatpurplecat]

My Thoughts on “The Pact”

Finally got around to play The Enemy Within’s second episode and man, Telltales’ versions of known Batman characters are really cool!

Warning: SPOILERS ahead!

So what’s the plot?

While the cops and the Agency tidy up Riddler’s mess (and corpse), three explosions rip through Gotham. Some bad guys are breaking into three different places across the city and Batman takes on the biggest heist at the GCPD arsenal.

Who does Batsy meet there? None other than Luchador Bane! After a nice dose of Venom, he wipes the floor with the Bat, steals all the guns with his henchmen, and leaves Batman behind under a pile of rubble. Before our hero falls unconscious, he manages to call for help (either Gordon or Waller). Whoever he’d called frees him, Bats informs them about Bane and returns to the Batcave to get patched up.

A half-naked (oooh yeaaaah) Bruce and a concerned Alfred check out the other two places the baddies had broken into. One’s a biotech lab where everything and everyone got frozen (MR. FREEEEZE!!!) and the other’s a bank Harley Quinn robbed. Bruce realizes that he’s in no shape to take them all on as the Dark Knight so he chooses the undercover approach.

Bruce meets up with Joker at the bar from season 1 and convinces him that now he wants to join Joker’s group of friends. They go outside, hot-wire a car, and a third person joins them. The woman Joker’s deeply in love with, Harley. But the Joker/Harley dynamic is completely different this time! He’s the innocent boy in love while she’s playing him like a fiddle. In his presence, she acts all cute but once he’s out to get her a slushie, she shows a face of cleverness, determination, ruthlessness, and sternness.

She’s suspicious of Bruce and has him steal a Phalanx Key, an electronic device that can open any electronic lock, as well as an EMP dispersal device from WE. Batman also informs Waller about his plan to join the Pact to take them down and Waller tells him to get them out in the open so the Agency can arrest them.

Back at the Pact’s hideout, Bruce can convince the majority of the group to count him in for the next heist: They attack a truck from the Agency to retrieve a large container. Via communicator, Bruce urges Waller to show up but she refuses. Depending on the player’s choice, either Bane or Harley gets left behind by the Pact and arrested by the Agency. In my case... well, let’s just say that Joker was heart-broken and angry.

At the hideout, Bane opens the container to reveal Riddler’s frozen(?) corpse. Now they’re only waiting for the last piece of the puzzle to start... whatever they’re planning. And who shows up to deliver that piece? CATWOMAN!!! The episode ends with BatCat looking quite surprised at each other.

Another awesome episode!

A little bit shorter than the first episode but it was extremely entertaining! Mostly because of Joker and Harley. As I’ve said their dynamic took a 180 degree turn! Joker’s completely head over heels in love with her, he’d do anything for her, even gets jealous when Harley starts flirting with Bruce. You get the feeling that his love for her is actually genuine. But Harley’s obviously only using his naive, impressible mind to get what she wants. Whatever that is... But I have the feeling she’ll bring the worst out of Joker, she’s SO not a good influence on him.

Harley’s design is a bit weird but at least she’s black/red. I’m thankful for that. And I kinda dig her hairstyle. Wish I could pull that off. ^^

I know many won’t like this new and different take on the Harley/Joker relationship but I really enjoyed it! And man, Harley’s so scary! Finally, she’s not just a blond ditz getting slapped around. Now she’s cunning and manipulative. Awesome!!!

Bane looked interesting with his wrestler mask and pornstache but hey, why not? The only thing that bothered me a bit was that YET AGAIN he’s portrayed as a brawny dude while a woman is the brains behind the operation. In the comics, Bane is BOTH, brawns AND brains. That’s what makes him so dangerous. He’s strong but tactical. He figured out who Batman is, I mean come on! He’s still part of my group so I hope he’ll show more intelligence in future episodes.

And I am SO happy to see Selina again! Unfortunately, that nice cliffhanger had already been spoiled so I knew she’d show up but well, I have to live with it. Can’t wait to see why she’s there, what is her goal - and, for that matter, what the fuck is the Pact’s goal?! Are they going to revive Riddler? Chop him up? Do they need his eyes or fingerprints? We shall see.

Now we have to wait another month for episode 3 and the anticipation is killing me already! I bet we can decide if Bruce reveals his relationship with Selina or if he pretends not to know her! Hellooo awesome fanfic trope!

One last thing: The Bruce/Joker relationship in this episode... It can only be described with... it got gayer and gayer with every scene. One shot even looks as if Joker’s jerking off next to Bruce... And when Joker gets jealous because Harley’s giving Bruce too much attention, I was not sure WHO Joker was actually jealous of...

[melyaliz]

Sunflower Girls

Summary: Thor and Jennifer come up with a way to get Maia laid. Bachelor style! 

Pairing: Roy Harper x OC, Thor x OC, Loki x OC

Notes: Part two! Because… I don’t have enough story ideas or anything like that -she said sarcastically as she drowns in a million story ideas- Not to mention this is over 9 pages long -shoot me- 

Also because -much like how I treated real school- I am procrastinating my Highschool AU

Maia owned by @royslittleharper​

Annabella owned by @the-shadow-of-atlantis​

Mentions of Layla which is owned by @jayne-writes​

Tagging:  @guns-n-lilies @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules​

“I had to get sunflowers instead of roses,” Jen said as she walked into the bar greeting a smiling Dick Grayson, Jason was behind him already on his first beer.

“How are roses going to get Maia laid.?” Dick asked.

“Perfect those are Drifa’s favorite flowers!” Thor billowed behind the two men as he suddenly appeared. Dick almost jumped out of his skin letting out an unearthly shriek. Next to him, Jason started choking on his beer.

“Meet my new partner in crime,” Jen said beaming as she gently patted Jason on the back as he gasped for air. “So are the challenges ready partner?”

“Unfortunately they would not let us use any sort of weaponry but Annabella suggested other feats such as beer pong and darts.”

“Well I’ll be at the Pool table,aignal” Jason said taking his beer with him while Dick still sat in shock looking up at the God of Thunder who was dressed in civilian clothes. A black t-shirt that read Gotham across the chest with the bat signal in the sky and a pair of clean blue jeans.

“Those sound much safer if not as interesting as what I’m sure you had in mind.” Jen said picking up her drink from the bar.

Thor nodded looking down at her, a small smile on his face, “you are so true, humans truly don’t know how to have real fun.”

“Aww I don't’ know I thought we had fun last night.” This earned her another thunderous laugh.

“That we did Jennifer!”

At the sight of Maia walking into the bar, the large Asgardian waved excitedly taking the large bouquet of sunflowers. Behind Maia was Annabella and Loki who wasn’t looking too thrilled to be in this disgusting hovel filled with Midgards.

“Wait, what did you guys do last night?” Dick asked as Thor took Maia’s hand leading her back to the bar to get a good seat.

“Watched the Bachelor, think I could win at a game of Pool against Jason?”

“Depends, did you read a book on how to win?”

Jen couldn’t help but laugh lightly as she pushed him, “oh shut up.”

“Make me, bookworm,” he said leaning forward playfully messing her hair.

Having an Asgardian try and start an impromptu competition in the middle of a bar may not have worked out if it wasn’t Gotham and he wasn’t the famous Thor. The people of Gotham love anything that would distract them from the dangers of living in the city. They also love heroes and Thor was one of the big ones.

The DJ had the games set up and couldn’t even finish saying the rules before a ton of beautiful girls were clamoring for the God of Thunder’s favor. It didn’t help that Thor was a friendly drunk complimenting every woman and telling them how talented and smart they all were. Making everyone just excited to compete and have fun.

“He always does this,” Loki said, arms folded over his chest, “Making everything about him.”

“I think it’s cute” Maia giggled as Thor was showing a girl who to play darts while telling her she was a worthy opponent. It was all praise and compliments as he handed out sunflowers to each girl.

Next, to them, Annabella couldn’t help but laugh as she face-timed a rather salty Faith who was in New York with Gigi. To say the youngest Batsis was jealous was an understatement.  

“I can’t believe I’m missing this!” She cried as Jen came up next to Annabella to say hi while Dick took her turn at the pool table.

“Little Warrior! I brought you a gift last night.” Thor bellowed as he came up as well hearing the young girl’s voice.

“You did! What is it?”

“You will have to see when you return from your adventure with the Pink Princess”

“Hi Thor!” Gigi giggled waving from behind Faith as she held a large bowl of ice cream covered in pink strawberry syrup and rainbow sprinkles. The red-haired girl sat down next to her best friend taking a bite out of her ice cream while Faith frowned.

“I want to compete in the Thor games!”

“Yeah, you’re too young,” Jen said taking the phone from Annabella, “Just have fun on your sleepover with Gigi.”

“It’s going to be so much fun!” Gigi squealed, “I got masks and the Notebook, Amber said every sleepover needed that… and Ice Cream!” she held out her bowl. Maia winced at the sight of the sugary mess.

“I love ice cream but what you do to it should be illegal.” Gigi was about to respond when Thor took the phone to show them around the bar and meet the contestants.

“Hurry up and get back here!” Jason shouted from the pool table, “I challenged you not Dick!” Jen laughed walking back to the table.

“I don’t think I’m going to get my phone back,” she said glancing over her shoulder as Thor.

“He really spoils Faith doesn’t he.”

Jen was about to respond when she was cut off by Thor letting out yet another thunderous laugh at something that was said on the screen.  

“He has a nice laugh,” Jen remarked shooting the cue ball missing her mark.

“Oh no,” Jason said lining up his shot, “I know what that means…”

“I already slept with him if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jennifer said as Jason made his shot, “also, for your information, not every person who’s laugh I like I sleep with”

“Oh really?” another ball went in.

“Yeah, I like your laugh.”

“You do?” Jason asked looking up at her, an eyebrow raised.

“I honestly just like seeing you happy”

This earned her an eye rolled and poke with his pool stick. “You are so cheezy.”

“What about my laugh?” Dick asked looking up from her phone that he had been furiously texting and sending pictures too.

“It’s ok”

“What!?!”

Jen snickered taking a sip of her jack and coke, “you have a nice laugh too Grayson”

“Thank you, Jennifer,” Dick said before going back to texting. Jen frowned as she noticed Dick take another picture in Maia’s direction before typing something else.

“Who are you texting?

“No one”

“If you’re texting Roy don’t.”

“Why?”

“Your texting him aren’t you”

“Why can’t I text my good friend?”

“Maia needs to get laid tonight not deal with the endless emotions that come with her relationship with Roy Harper.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means when those two are together they spend the whole time trying to prove that don’t want to bang each other senseless” Jason said making another shot at the table.

“What he said,” Jen said handing Dick her pool stick “also help me, Jason is kicking my ass.”

Back at the bar Annabella was now had Jen’s phone and was snapchatting with the two young girls while Maia added commentary. Around her several guys were cheering the women on. They had a betting pool going. The bartender was even giving out shots had had fondly named “The Asgard” to anyone who could guess who would win and how they won. Loki had ended up joining in on the fun winning himself several shots. Maia was more worried about what would happen when he lost but when another guy, Sam, word for word guessed how a game of beer pong would go Loki gladly handed him his shot.

“You win this time Midgard”

Sam laughed while the other men looked on nervously. However, the victor didn’t seem fazed at the idea that he had just beaten the God of mischief who had always tried to take over the world more than once.

“To my Good luck charm!” he said handing it to Maia, “I’m more of a beer guy.” he added winking at her. Maia giggled as she took her drink.

“Hey”

“Roy?” Maia choked on the delicious shot she had just taken as she looked up at the red-haired man standing in front of her. Behind him, at the pool table, Jen was hitting a very apologetic Dick while Jason laughed.

“I’m swear to god Dick! I’m going to tell Layla all your deepest darkest secrets!”

“Oh come on Jen, don’t be mad at me!” Dick cried at Jason’s phone buzzed. Picking it up he answered it before handing it over to Jen. Faith’s voice was on the other end.

“Listen sis, I have an idea.”

“A new contestant has arisen!” Thor’s voice thundered and the small group of onlookers watched as he walked up to Roy handing him a sunflower. Roy just looks at him totally confused.

Next to him, several of the bar patrons erupted into cheers. “Roy, Roy, Roy!”

How they knew his name, was beyond him.

“Ok, why is my brother having Roy compete?” Maia asked concern written on her face as Jen came to sit next to her.

“Just drink your mead or whatever and don’t worry about it.” Jen said handing her another drink. Next, to her Sam laughed.

“Oh hey, Jen I didn’t know you were here.”

“Hi Sam, how are you?”

To have a sober Roy compete against a bunch of drunk girls wasn’t fair. Not that Roy stayed sober long. However, that made it worse since Roy seemed to have better aim and agility when he hits a certain level of drunk.  

He quickly became a fan favorite between both the onlookers and other contestants which meant the drinks continued to flow in a steady stream. 

“If I don’t win I hope you do,” a pretty brunette said handing him a large beer.

“Yeah,” another girl said nodding, “I always knew Thor swung both ways.”

Roy paused his drink halfway to his lips, “He what?”

“I mean it’s pretty obvious, the looks he would give Captain America on the TV…”

Roy felt himself sweat as his drunk mind suddenly pieced together what was going on. All the comments on Thor’s amazing body. The fact that he was the only man competing, “What, what do we win?”

“It wasn’t really specified but since this is a Bachelor game I’m assuming a night with the blonde god.” the brunette said shrugging as she took a sip of her blue drink.

“Hmmm and is he EVER a god” her friend giggled glancing over at Thor who was handing a sunflower to another girl.

If Roy had been sober he might have bowed out gracefully. However, he wasn’t. 

So with the cheers of the bar, he decided he couldn’t back out now. Mine as well win the game and just live with the jokes later. Or that was what his drunk mind decided.

And win he did. 

And there was much rejoicing throughout the bar.

“Does this mean Roy has to sleep with my brother?” Maia laughed taking another drink of her Asgard cocktail. The bartender, at Jen’s request, had made her a full glass instead of a shot.

“Nope!” Annabella said pushing Roy toward Maia, “It means he get’s the Asgardian of his choice, and we all know who he would choose.”

“Yep, you guys are a fan favorite,” Jen said holding up her phone where Gigi and Faith are sitting on Gigi’s floor with a large sparkly sign that read “Team Dumbass” with a sunflower next to it. Both girls had dark green goop on their smiling faces. “Seems like you were a hit at the sleepover”

Roy walked slowly toward the bar, completely drunk at this point. All the sunflowers in his arms and a goofy smile on his face. “I win,” he said showering Maia with them. Maia giggled gathering up the few that had fallen onto her lap.

“My hero.” she said Roy leaned closer to her.

“You saved my heart” he whispered

Maia looked up at him blinking a small smile on her face, “My heart was waiting for you.”

“I love how beautiful you look tonight”

“I like the way that shirt hangs on you.”

“I love how you take care of Lian.”

“I love how much you love her.”

“I couldn’t be happy when you were gone.”

“I thought about you every day.”

Roy leaned forward gently kissing her, “I love you with everything” he whispered as he kissed her again pinning her to the bar.

Dick, who had been filming Roy’s victory laughed as he zoomed in on the passionate makeout session. “This will make amazing blackmail” he snickered.

“Yeah, and now they can’t act like they aren’t in love” Jason added slinging his arm over a pretty blonde he had befriended after she had lost during the third round, “We’re a couple of friends my ass”

The idea hit Jen like a bus, “Dick can you send me that video?” she asked

“Of course, but it’s my leverage,” he said, Jason turned to Jen, confused.

“You’re not the blackmail type… what are you planning”

“Nothing that concerns you.”

“Wow you sleep with a god once and now you’re totally rude.”

“Wait you slept with a GOD?” Annabella said, “What…” she suddenly paused her gase turning to Thor who was lifting his arms several girls hung off his biceps. “You’re sleeping with Thor?”

“Slept, there’s a difference.”

Jen signed as she walked into her apartment pulling high heels off tossing them aside. Guardian let out a joyful bark running up to her. Cleopatra watched the peasant dog from her perch on top of the counter. Her long fluffy white tail moving back and forth with annoyance.

“I’m so glad to see you too” Jen cooed kneeling down to pet the dog, “Wana go snuggle, my true love?” she added burying her face in the dog’s soft fur.

“We did it!” Thor cried appearing in Jennifer’s apartment nearly giving her a heart attack. Guardian let out a growl backing up slightly startled. Jen let out a soft laugh stroking the dog calming her.

“Faith really is an evil puppet master when she wants to be isn’t she.”

“The Little Warrior will become a great leader someday.” Thor said proudly.

“Yeah, if she ever starts believing in herself.” Jen added fondly. “But I’m glad she has people like you in her life helping her.”

Thor blinked unsure of what to say to that. It was such high praise coming from the Little Warrior’s only family. The way, Faith talked about her sister it was obvious that they were both very important to each other.

They stood in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own drunken thoughts.

“Ah, and before I forget,” he said pulling out a sunflower from his back pocket. Slightly crumpled and broken. He had been saving it all night for her. She had seen him doing it. Guarding that one flower as he told every girl they were worth it. Cheering everyone one on and even if they lost a game making them feel like they had won. Jen hadn’t been sure why he had kept that one flower to himself until now

“The final sunflower,” he said holding it out for her.

Jennifer took it feeling her heart drop. Fuck, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. She wasn’t the girl who got the flowers. She was the one who helped everyone else get their flower. Find their true love. Learn to be happy.

She wasn’t the girl who got the rose in the end.

She wasn’t the girl who was supposed to fall in love.

‘So did you guys have fun last night?’

Maia groaned as she sat up looking at her phone as Jen’s text popped up. Shoot what had she done?

'We just ended up passing out, nothing special' she lied as she glanced over at Roy’s naked sleeping form.

'Oh really….? Because that wasn’t what it looked like was going to happen when we shoved you in that cab.'

Maia gritted her teeth, dang it Jen! Why did your nights always end up like this? Although to be fair, the older O'Neal sister had promised she would get Maia laid.

'What about you? I had a feeling Thor didn’t leave alone last night and it wasn’t with a sunflower girl.'

Jen sighed looking over at the god passed out next to her in bed. Running her fingers through her hair she looked back at her phone before shooting off one last text. 'Let’s just say he ended up with a sunflower girl and I may have broken my one and done rule.’  

Thor mumbled in his sleep burying himself deeper into the pillow snuggling up closer to Jen’s body wrapping his strong arm around her waist. Gently, as to not wake him, Jen laid back down curling up next to him.

Maybe just this once she could be someone’s force to be reckoned with.

––Bonus—

Two days later a rather awkward Roy and Maia sat in Jennifer’s office.

“I don’t know why we are having a session.” Maia said looking around the room, anywhere but Jen’s eyes. “I haven’t had an episode in a while.”

“Yeah and if you wanted to hang out with us just ask.” Roy laughed trying to look relaxed on the couch. Jen sighed looking down at her phone pulling up a video.

“I have something to show you guys.” she said before pressing play and holding it up for them to watch.

“My hero” Maia’s voice echoed from the speakers.

Both Maia and Roy sat there slightly pale as they watched themselves pour out their very souls to each other and everyone else in the bar.

“I love you with everything,” Roy’s voice said before the video went black.

“Shit” Roy whispered cracking his knuckles, Maia looking as taken aback.

“I don’t remember any of that” she mumbled.

Jen gave them a weak smile as she put her phone away, “I figured and I won’t tell anyone but… really guys?” she looked at both of them studying them, praying her words would make the impact she wanted. “You should put aside all this denial and just be happy.” Then, getting up, she walked out leaving Maia and Roy just sitting there in stunned silence. 

[c-nstantine]

blurb #029

Black!Batsis work so well because Roy doesn't know how to tell Y/N 'no' and Y/N has never been told 'no' (blame Bruce) a day in her life. It's perfect.

[c-nstantine]

Snooze

Description: Inspired by the song Snooze by SZA

Warnings: It gets kinda heated at one point, the word hoe is used

Word count: 1.0k

I can't lose when I'm with you

If you were to ask her siblings, Y/N was never to be disturbed while she was sleeping. It was like signing a death warrant to wake her. Her beauty and skincare routine required at least ten hours of sleep. However, the one person she would break the routine for was Roy Harper. 

There was something about him that made Y/N crave more. They had spent hours on hours just talking. She didn't care about how late they stayed up or what they talked about but she loved spending every moment possible with him. 

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

"Do you ever think it's kind of funny how we ended up together?" Roy asked as he and Y/N lay on their bed. It was particularly late and Roy had just gotten back from a mission. He rested his head on Y/N's shoulder and hugged her closely.

"What do you mean?" Y/N responded, not fully grasping the question.

"I mean you're like a model, socialite, billionaire heiress and I'm recovering drug addict vigilante with a kid," Their relationship had made Roy insecure several times. He knew that she loved him and that should've been enough but sometimes it felt like he was competing with the world. 

"Technically, that makes you a DILF," Y/N joked while nudging Roy's head with her shoulder.

"Very funny," Roy replied.

"On a serious note, I wouldn't trade you or Lian for the world," She said leaning in for a kiss.

You just too important

"Y/N?" Bruce asked as Y/N was packing up her childhood room in the manor. Sure the bedspread, rug, and curtains were still there but everything that had made it Y/N's room was gone now.

"Yeah, Dad," She responded while looking through an old photo album. 

"I just want to know how serious this thing with you and Roy is. I figured that you two crushes on each other as kids but I didn't know that..." If there was an award for being bad about conversing with your own children, Bruce would be the defending champion. 

"We'd actually start dating?" Y/N tried to fill in the blanks in the conversation. 

"Yes but not in a bad way," Bruce really should come with subtitles of what he means to say when he speaks. Perhaps, then he would be able to converse with his children without hurting their feelings. 

"I've dated my fair share of people. Like a lot of people, it's what the tabloids say we have in common, but Roy is the one person I keep coming back to and I don't know why." Y/N explained to the best of her ability. 

"You love him," Bruce realized. 

"I do,"

Nobody do body like you do

Roy had Y/N pinned against the door as he kissed her neck. Y/N was sure that she would combust at any moment. Roy knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, and what to say to get her excited. 

"You gotta be quiet, I just put Lian down for a nap," Roy whispered as Y/N let out a particularly loud moan. 

"It's hard to be quiet when you do that," She whined as they moved to the bed with Roy on top. His hair fell just over his eyes but even then, Y/N could feel his gaze on her. 

"I know, that's the best part," Roy Harper was nothing, if not a tease. Roy smirked as he headed further south. Kissing her hips and waist, Roy made Y/N feel loved. He knew plenty of people wanted her for the physical but he wanted her to feel cherished in the intimates with him.

I can't lose when I'm with you

"Are you gonna leave me?" Y/N asked. She hated getting attached to those that she dated because when they broke up, she was always the problem. 

"Why would you think that?" Roy asked walking out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still in hand.

"I'm a lot. I'm spoiled, high maintenance, a bit of a hoe, and my brothers want to kill you when we hold hands in public," She listed out a few of the reasons why people broke up with her before. 

"Yeah, but I knew what loving you was signing me up for," Roy said with a dopey smile and Y/N could only hug him in response.

I can't just snooze and miss the 

moment

"I like us like this," Y/N whispered as they watched Brandy's Cinderella with Lian. Lian sat in between them on the couch while holding the popcorn.

"Like what?" Roy whispered back, his eyes leaving the TV screen.

"You, me, Lian. Our little family," Y/N responded with a smile. 

"Hushhhhhh," Lian through popcorn at the both of them. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N said eating some of the popcorn that was thrown at her.

You just too important

"We should get married," Y/N spoke randomly on one Friday afternoon. They weren't doing anything special. Roy was making them sandwiches for lunch and she thought at that moment there was nowhere that she would rather be than with him.

"Yeah, I brought the ring already," Roy said nonchalantly while looking for potato chips. 

"Wait, are you serious?" Y/N asked while taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Asked your dad and stuff, too. I even got advice from Oliver which was a bad idea because he suggested I propose to strippers but Dinah told me to find a perfect moment," Roy was glad after a certain age he stopped listening to Oliver's advice. He swore as he got older the advice got more and more unhinged.

"Let's go, right now," Y/N said as she finished her sandwich.

"Like right now, right now?" Roy asked.

"Yeah, we'll pick up Lian from school. I'll call my siblings, Bruce and Alfred. You'll call Oliver and Dinah. The Titans, too," Y/N said picking up her phone.

"I thought you wanted a really big wedding with a ballroom gown and everything," Roy had been following her wedding Pinterest board and promised that every detail would be perfect.

"That's back when I thought I'd never get married for love. I don't care how it happens. I just want it to be you," She kissed his cheek before looking for her car keys. 

Nobody do body like you do, you do

[c-nstantine]

first time requesting kinda nervous 🙈

but would you consider batfam being worried bc of how into stocks batsis is? i’m not sure whether they’d be concerned or amused

don't be nervous, everyone is welcome to request!! i'd like to think i'm a chill person

@b4tm4nn

Bruce has now dedicated a section of his stock to her and allows her to invest it as she sees fit. He thinks it's funny when batsis gets more things right than his advisors. He then decides to put her in charge of all of his stock and she has made a considerable amount of money from it.

Sometimes Tim and her will do little competitions to see who can make the most money off their stock over the course of a few years. She always wins because Tim would forget about it after three months.

I'd imagine that she'd use some of the money she'd invested as a fund for Damian to have with no strings attached.

Dick and Jason will randomly call her with a stock question and then just hang up the phone. Jason called to ask if should invest in a coffin company at 2 am once.

Cass kinda lets her rant whenever about how there's inflation in the market or some bullshit about how bitcoin is ass.