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redsray · 26 days
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Batkids playing any kind of board game but make it extra competitive because whoever wins gets to choose what Bruce wears for the next gala.
Bruce, in a sparkly top and skinny jeans:
Reporter: Ah, who chose your outfit tonight, Brucie?
Bruce: That'd be my eldest, dear!
Dick, behind him, full into the gala persona: Flattering, isn't it? He should wear it more often, don't you think, sweetheart?
Reporter, flushed: Oh, absolutely.
Bruce (to Dick): Get a new fashion style. Please.
Dick: Never.
Reporter: Who would be responsible for your wardrobe tonight, Brucie? It's certainly a statement.
Bruce, head to toe in a pink suit and Hello Kitty accessories: Gorgeous, isn't it? All the credit will have to be given to Jason, though, I'm afraid.
Reporter: Your second son, if I'm not mistaken?
Bruce: The very one.
Jason from across the gala hall, trying to not cough up his drink with laughter:
Tim, next to him: He's pulling it off, though. Little spins and everything.
Jason: Still ridiculous. That's Batman right there, Timbo.
Tim, snickering: The Dark Knight, huh?
Bruce, dressed in a collared white shirt, sweater and skirt, looking like he just came out of a light academia novel:
Reporter: Wow, Brucie. Who do we thank for that wonderful outfit choice?
Bruce: Ah, flattering, is it not? Tim's choices when it comes to fashion are wonderful, if not a bit simple.
Tim, nodding from behind him: Only the finest satin skirts. Charming, right?
Tim, to Bruce: Don't call my style simple, Mr. all I wear is black.
[Jason handing Dick $10 in the background because Bruce does, in fact, pull off a skirt.]
Reporter: Oh lord, what a gown! Who influenced your fashion choice tonight, Brucie?
Bruce, in a long green and black gown with gold accessories, nothing short of royal-looking: I fear only one person I know could choose an outfit as gorgeous as this one.
Damian, proudly next to him, in a smaller, matching gown: Only the most exquisite. You lot in this flimsy country cannot compare.
Bruce: Yes, Damian has a fine taste in fashion. He gets it from his mother.
Damian, quieter: Well certainly not from you.
Bruce, dressed in an elegant white dress shirt, long black pants and a corset with red accessories, a fan in his right hand:
Reporter: What an entrance! Anyone to give credit to for the wardrobe, Brucie?
Bruce: That'd be my daughter, she certainly shines with her choice of clothing.
Cass, grinning with a matching fan: Very pretty.
Bruce: Thank you, Cass.
Reporter: Woah, that's certainly new. Any reason for this choice of clothes, Brucie, dear?
Bruce, in a snapback cap, loose jeans and a band t-shirt, complete with rings and a chain around his neck: Well, all of my children are creative, but... Duke might just take the cake for this one, love.
Duke, losing his absolute shit next to Jason, Dick and Tim: You look great, B.
Steph doesn't usually go to galas, but she participates in the game nevertheless. If she wins, god help Bruce, because it's a gamble with her. He either ends up wearing a gorgeous outfit with eccentric and trend-setting accessories or literal checkered pyjamas. Worst yet, he has to say he picked it himself, since he can't directly blame Steph.
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cynthia-a · 28 days
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I crave more fics of tim where he goes to galas and literally engaged in psychological warfare
Like i want him to do that either to make some dumbass who insulted their family to shut up
Or
Just for funsies since they are a chaos goblin
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mochinek0 · 3 months
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Daminette December 2023: 22-You're Drooling
CONTINUED FROM 'HIDING IN THE SHADOWS'
Marinette had adjusted quickly to working at Wayne Enterprise part time. True to his word, Damian never mentioned her actual identity. Damian had taken to asking for some designs. She never mentioned it, but she may have enjoyed measuring him. Damian took to teasing her, claiming she needed a step ladder to completely measure him. She would glare at him and go back to her deisgns.
Marinette sat comfy in her sweater dress and legging, at her home, when the doorbell rang.
'Who could that be?'
She opened the door to see Damian.
'What is he doing here?'
"Uh, come in, Mr. Wayne." Marinette spoke, opening the door wider.
"Damian." he stated.
Mari blushed, "Please, come in, Damian."
Damian entered her place. He could see her desk littered with designs and some stuck to the wall.
"Am I interrupting?" The Wayne heir questioned.
"More of...getting a head start." She answered, "Right now, I'm taking a break."
"I wanted to ask you something." Damian declared.
"Another comission?" Marinette asked.
"Yes and no." he replied.
Marinette looked at him confused.
"As you are aware, I have to go back to Gotham for the Wayne Gala." Damian declared, "I do need a suit for that."
"Okay." Mari answered, grabbing a notebook from the counter to take notes.
"I was hoping you would accompany me....as my date." Damian stated.
Marinette flushed at his suggestion.
"Of course, my date would need a design of her own and who knows; maybe, she will gain more clients." He continued.
Marinette glared at him, "You planned this."
"I like to make sure I'm prepared." Damian answered, "You can always say no to being my date."
"Would we be co-workers?' Mari asked.
"No." He spoke.
Marinette smiled, "Then, I'd love to. I'll work on your design and make sure it's up to your standards."
Damian moved closer, "When will I see your design?"
"That night." she replied.
Damian smirked, "Then, I'll wait."
Damian sighed. He was waiting inside of Marinette's hotel room. His father had insisted that he stay at the manor, even though he had brought someone back from Paris. There was no way he was letting Marinette stay at Wayne Manor with his family.
"Marinette." Damian called.
"I'm coming!" She called back.
Marinette opened the door and stepped out. Damian couldn't believe his eyes. The Wayne heir had seen Marinette stressed out, he had seen her excited, drunk, but never dressed like this. Her dress even went with his suit. Marinette walked right past him.
"Are you coming, Damian?" Marinette questioned, at the door.
Damian nodded and opened the door for her.
The Waynes were shocked to see Damian at the gala with a date.
"I love your dress!" Selina cried out, "Where did you get it?"
"I designed it." Marinette smiled, "The same with Damian's suit."
"I take it you're the one behind his new look in Paris." Bruce stated.
"When he asks." Mari answered.
"So, he's a client of yours?" Tim questioned.
"I do have exclusive clients, but Damian isn't one of them." Marinette declared.
Selina grabbed her hand and whisked her away, into the crowd.
"Who is she really?" Bruce questioned.
"Is she a target?" Jason asked.
"She is a girl from Paris." Damian answered, "I asked her out."
The Waynes were suspicious, but they could see Damian's eyes didn't wander away off of his date.
"Baby bird has got it bad." Dick whispered.
Tim handed him a napkin. Damian took it and looked at it, confused.
"You're drooling." Tim declared.
Damian wiped his mouth only to find nothing there. He threw the napkin to the floor and walked off in the direction Marinette had left with Selina.
"So?" Bruce asked, once Damian was far enough away.
"He definitely likes her." Dick smiled.
"Tim?" Bruce pressed.
"She works at Wayne Enterprise in Paris." He stated, "Seems she works part time and doesn't really need to be there. She has a giant clientele on her own. She works in the sewing department."
"What?" Jason asked.
"Damian's date is a famous fashion designer. She makes millions." Tim declared, :She doesn't even associate her business with us."
"So, then why did the brat hire her?" Jason demanded.
"Pretty sure he likes what he sees." Dick answered, "He ran off after her, like five minutes ago."
Damian watched as many people went up to Marinette. Some were complimenting her dress. She managed to swap business cards with some of them, too. The only one to bother him was a guy who kept offering her a drink. Marinette shook her head and pushed the glass away. Damian began to walk closer when he saw the guy put an arm around her and stoke her arm. He could see she was getting upset. Damian froze when he saw they guy lean in and whisper in her ear. The Wayne heir quickened his pace. As he got closer, he saw the guy rush away.
Marinette spotted Damian and asked, "Do you mind if we get some air?"
"Not at all." He answered.
Damian placed his hand on her lower back. He felt her tense up under his hand. Damian waited to see what she would do, if she wanted him to stop. She looked up at him.
"After you." Damian spoke.
Marinette nodded and kept walking. Damian followed behind her, making sure no one else disturbed her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, once they got outside, "I saw that guy touch you."
"Yeah." Marinette answered, "He started saying how he owned a penthouse and wanted me to come look at it."
"What did you say?" Damian questioned.
"That it sounded lovely." Mari smiled, "And....I would bring my date, Damian Wayne, to join. He ran away after that."
Damian chuckled, "I'm surprised you didn't hurt him."
Mari scoffed, "I'm at your family gala. Not to mention my own reputation on a different continent."
"I see." Damian spoke, "So, what did you imagine?"
"Grabbing his arm and dislocating it, followed by a knee to his stomach and if he tried anything, a kick to the balls." Marinette replied.
Damian laughed, "You are a wonder, Marinette."
Marinette blushed at his compliment and quickly turned to look over the balconey. Damian moved to stand behind her.
"You look amazing tonight." He whispered, moving her hair to one side.
"I-Is that so?" she asked, "I'm glad I could meet your expectations."
"You exceeded them." Damian spoke, before kissing her shoulder.
Marinette gasped at the slightest touch.
"I don't think we'll have much time out here. My brothers have grasped my attraction to you quickly." Damian declared, "They are likely going to ruin the night for us."
Marinette giggled, "Is that right?"
"Perhaps we can continue this at your room, after the gala." The Wayne heir suggested.
The designer smiled, "It would be nice to.....indulge in what I have seen working with you."
"I have to say, Miss Dupain-Cheng." he whispered, "I wouldn't mind indulging, as well."
Marinette turned to face Damian, placing her hands on his chest. Damian placed hia hands on her hips and brought her closer. Marinette leaned up. Bruce opened the door and realized his mistake. Marinette quickly turned away, while Damian was glaring at him. Bruce quickly cleared his throat.
"I need you inside." Bruce spoke.
"Fine." Damian growled out, "Let's go."
Marinette nodded. Damian placed his hand on her back and led his date inside. Bruce followed at a distance. He could see Damian smiling at Marinette and if they blush on her face was anything to go by, it seemed their feelings were mutual.
'The boys were right. Damian hired someone who he wanted in the family.'
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random-sparks-98 · 8 months
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Art dump for the outfits everyone will wear to the Gala in chapter 7 of ‘Sunlit Gotham’
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 7 months
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Janet Drake I see a lot of oh she was a shitty mom which alright I love some angst.
However, fuck that my personal headcannon is she was maybe absent sometimes but that's it, because she was teaching her kid to destroy businesses to bathe in his enemy's blood.
To walk in and know he is the most dangerous person in the room.
Janet Drake brought Gotham to it's knees she scares Batman.
Sometimes Bruce catches sight of Tim and is transported back in time to the Gala where someone tried to fuck with Tim and watched as Mama Dragon fucking ended their bloodlines.
BAMF Janet Drake who took no shit and raised her kid to do the same. Tim was raised by a girl boss while Jack Drake was the useless man following after his wife.
The sound of her heels still haunts the nightmares of gala attendees. 
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sugarlily1 · 2 years
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Random rich lady at a gala: I think your just confused, I mean, aren’t you a little young to know that you like boys?
Tim: And aren’t you a little young to be on your third marriage Brenda?
Stephanie, Dick, & Jason: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH
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smstika-blog · 3 months
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first piece of digital art
I'm sorry for what I'm about to post my thought process was what if I drew my live action fancast batfamily at a Gala so here it tis it took me two weeks to make and i am a beginner but any tips would be appreciated.
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The Batgirlfriends have escaped the Wayne Gala (they only went for the excuse to dress up)
@idkstuffiguess
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Image Description: This is a digital fanart of Batgirls Steph Brown and Cass Cain from DC Comics. They are sitting on a the ornate railing of a marble balcony, with a marble flower pot of roses in the foreground. Cass is on the left and is tucking a rose behind Steph’s ear. Cass is wearing a blue dress and red shoes which complement Steph’s red outfit and blue shoes. They are wearing matching pearl barrettes. It is nighttime. There are round paper lanterns strung in the trees behind them, which glow warmly. There are fireflies in the trees in the background. End I.D.
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sarcasticbambi · 7 months
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Enchanted Chapter I
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“Why did I agree to come again?”
Was the thought running through the heads of two people, neither knowing how the night would end for them.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in one of these events, miss…”
“MDC, Monsieur. You can refer to me as MDC”
“Right… MDC you say…”
“...”
“So, what brings you to the Wayne Gala this year? Oh,I hope you understand the curiosity, it is the first time you’re participating in the event after all.”
Just because you make it sound polite, it doesn’t mean you’re actually being polite you-
To say Marinette was done with the fake and pretentious high-class pigs was the understatement of the century. 
Just because you have enough money to be invited here doesn’t mean you’re all that. It just means that M. Wayne will have more money to donate to the associations that will actually use it for something productive.
But then again, she too was invited so it’s not like she can say much. However, she never covered her words with honey to insult someone.
“I’m here as M. Stone’s plus one” “Wasn’t M. Stone’s plus one his manager Ms. Rolling?”
“No! Haven’t you heard? This year he invited his  designer!” 
Here comes the gossip…
“You mean the very exclusive designer known for working with Clara Nightingale and being the only one capable of keeping up with his extravagant personality?”
“I hear they keep themselves anonymous and so never go to galas and such even though many high-profile personalities invite them everytime.”
“THAT designer?”
The way they all turned to look at her could only be described as a predator ready to launch on their prey.
The compliments were very appreciated, even if her confidence sometimes made her think otherwise. Honestly, if it were in any other situation she’d probably be a blushing and sputtering mess, but considering that it came from these old people with nothing to do but flaunt their money all day, well, lets just say that she felt no remorse in putting the mask of professionalism that often came with dealing with annoying press *cough*Alya*cough* as Ladybug. She just wasn’t sure if the red and gold mask was enough to cover the glare she was sure was on her face. It sure wasn’t enough to cover the deadly annoyed aura she emitted.
“Yes, I-”
“M! There you are! Dad and Penny are looking for you!”
“Oh, Luka! I’ll be right with you! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems I’m needed somewhere else. Wouldn’t want to leave M. Stone waiting now would we?”
If Marinette saw the pale faces of the people remembering a certain disaster pertaining to the impatience of one Jagged Stone, neither her nor Luka mentioned anything. And so, the pair of best friends left the group of pretentious old people to their gossip and judging words covered with honey so thick it might as well give you cavities. “Is Uncle Jagged really calling for me?”
“No, but I had to intervene, you looked ready to murder those people with your glare alone!” Luka said with a chuckle. “Ugh! Stop laughing, it’s not funny! Why did I even agree to come again! This is exactly why I’ve rejected all of the invitations!!”
“Well, you know how dad can be…” another chuckle
“Don’t I?! He threatened to destroy one of the suits I made him! And not just any suit, but the one specifically  made to open the stage on his upcoming tour!”
“It can’t be that bad, I mean, you made them almost 100% Jagged proof so no accidents could happen right? Even if he tried I’m pretty sure it’d be very difficult to damage them beyond repair”
“Oh no, you don't understand. He threatened to have Fang “play” with the suit! I may have made them Jagged proof, but they’re hardly CROCODILE PROOF!!”
“... You don’t really believe he’d go that far,do you?”
“Oh dear Luka, I don’t need to believe, I know so. And you want to know how I know that? Because he actually had the audacity of sending a picture of the suit dangling in front of Fang and the little menace looking at it like the most delicious snack ever!!!”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
The silence that fell upon them was the comfortable kind, the one that wraps you like a warm blanket on a cold evening. Even though their relationship didn’t work, they didn’t let that get in the way of a very understanding friendship. Both parties know how to appreciate and lift each other up when needed, especially with the weight of the responsibilities held in their shoulders.
“I think I'm going to stay on the side for a bit. I'm pretty sure if I have to continue another one of these fake conversations, I'm going to say or do something I'll regret and maybe get Uncle Jagged in trouble.”
“It’s ok, after a couple months of following dad to these things I know how bad they can be. And by the way, you - more than anyone else really - should know that my dad doesn’t need you being honest with these people to get him in trouble. He gets himself in trouble all the time! Honestly, I can't say with 100% certainty that trouble isn’t somehow his middle name.” The snort that followed this comment was somehow covered well enough to look elegant, how he did it? She’s still trying to figure it out.
“Yeah, I’m well aware” a soft smile appears on Marinette’s face, memories of various chaotic fittings coming to mind when thinking of her honorary uncle. Sometimes she wonders how Jagged and Anarka managed to give birth to the most quiet (and shy, in Juleka’s case) kids she knows, considering their personalities! Kagami is the only exception to the rule since her quietness and composure comes from years of training and discipline.
“I have to go find dad, you know he needs someone to keep him in check and Penny is trying to get a night to herself. Are you sure you’ll be ok?”
“Yes, I'll be fine. Go find him and help Penny keep the few years that Jagged has yet to make her lose to stress” Marinette said with a giggle.
“Ok, but be safe. If you need anything just call and I’ll be right here.”
“I didn’t know I brought my mum with me.” She said with a roll of her eyes “Don’t worry, I’ll just stay on the side of the room, I’ll even text you if I decide to go and check if the gardens are as amazing as they claim.”
“Ok. I’ll see you in a bit then, you know dad wants to introduce you to his friend.”
“Oui, oui, now leave so I can people watch and judge if these macarons are good enough.”
After one last reluctant look at the petite girl he now considers a sister, Luka left to find his dad.
Marinette walks to the table holding the array of snacks and picks up a pink macaron, turning it side to side judging its appearance first and then taking a small bite. It’s not as good as the ones she bakes with her parents back home, but considering all she has eaten in the US in the past week, suffice to say that it was up to her standards. She would not mind having a second one.
Resting her back against the marble pillar at the corner of the room, she settles with people watching for the time being. Wandering bluebell eyes land on the group of kids on the other side of the room where they were playing with each other, before spotting the tall ginger gentleman in a crouch speaking with a little girl. At first she was suspicious, but judging by the little she can see of the interaction - the little girl giggling at something the man said - she relaxes a bit more, guessing it’s someone she knows or is acquainted with.
After people watching for a couple moments more, she gets bored and decides to indeed check the famous Martha Wayne Gardens, perhaps she’ll even get a strike of inspiration, who knows. Sending a message to Luka so he doesn’t worry,  she moves along to the exit, unaware of the little green eyes following her form.
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Roy Harper was definitely not listening to Jason Todd ever again. No matter what.
“It’ll be fun!” he said.
“I’ll be there with you the whole time!” he said.
“Lian will have fun!” he said-
Ok, that last one is true. She is enjoying herself and playing with kids her age outside of school. But still, WHY DID I AGREE TO COME TO ONE OF THESE THINGS? The suits are uncomfortable, the people are annoying, Jason is off somewhere (probably at the bar avoiding the dangling pieces of meat that can’t seem to understand the word ‘no’) the list goes on and on!
Turning around, Roy leaves to go check on the kids. He knows he doesn’t need to worry, the Waynes would obviously only get the best of the best, security included, so he knows his daughter is in good hands. But he still prefers it when he has eyes on his little girl, no need for unnecessary troubles…
And Jason can make fun of how she has him wrapped around her pinky all he wants, later.
Not like you can say much right, Uncle Jay Jay?
Going up to the little kids group, Lian spots him immediately and runs up to him, mischief clear in the same green eyes he sees everyday in the mirror.
“Hey baby. Everything good?”
“Of course daddy, I’m a big girl now! You don't need to go around worrying about me!” she exclaimed, puffing her little chest up and making herself seem taller to get her point across.
“I know princess. I’m sorry for doubting your capability of not getting yourself in trouble or not creating chaos”
“*le gasp* Daddy!” The grin that appeared on his face betrayed the look in his eyes. He would do anything to protect his little girl, mischievous or not. He’d do anything for her, hunt the whole world down for whatever she asked and from whoever had it, if only to be able to keep that smile on her little face everyday.
“I don’t get in trouble! Trouble is the one to always find me! What do you want me to do, ignore it? You yourself said that it was rude to ignore people..”
Oh Lord. She knew exactly what she was doing, and there was absolutely nothing he could do, so with a resigned sigh he looked up at his daughter again and cleans the little bit of cream from the pastry she was eating earlier.
“Was the cream puff so good that even your cheeks wanted a bite?”
“Yes! You should try some yourself!” The little giggle she released hid the glance she threw at the masked lady on the other side of the room.
“Let's go then.”
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Glancing around, the gardens were indeed quite beautiful. It’s a pity that Martha Wayne passed away, because even though it’s been years since the accident and someone else is in charge of it, it’s very obvious that the foundation of the garden is still the same as it was some twenty years ago.
With the care she is sure the gardens receive everyday, she can see why they’re called the best gardens in Gotham after the Gotham Botanical Gardens. But that is only because it’s Ivy who’s taking care of them - it doesn’t matter how good you may be at caring for plants, no one can beat Poison Ivy’s ability of bringing them to the best of their potential. 
It’s not long after moving around the gardens that Marinette hears her name being shouted from the entrance of it. 
guess it’s time to go back to that insanity. It was good while it lasted
Getting up from the bench she found around one of the several fountains, she fixed her dress and moved back inside.
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Seeing Lian try and “sneak” another cream puff from him, Roy decides that that’s enough. 
“Come on little troublemaker, enough cream puffs. Your daddy won’t be able to endure another sugar high session.”
Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary people, this single statement brings forth the most challenging battle Roy has ever fought - and if you know about his… nightly past time, you know that he’s had several and very complicated battles, some even had him on the brink of death!
I introduce you, ‘The Pout’, by Lian Harper!
Obviously, Roy can never say no to his precious little girl. Who would be able to after seeing ‘The Pout’. At this point, not even Jason can say he’s managed to achieve such a feat!
“Princess, baby, light of my life, don’t do this to me. Please!”
“But daddy, just one more!” ‘The Pout’ intensifies…
“You said that last time too…”
“I promise! I’ll even get away from the table! We can go outside to the gardens!” 
If Roy wasn’t so desperate to get his daughter away from the pastry and snacks table, he would have been able to identify the glint that appeared in his daughter’s eyes whenever she was up to no good. But alas, he was too busy.
“Ok honey, one last one and that’s that! You promised!”
“Yes, yes. Now let’s go into the gardens! I saw a fairy move there and I DEFINITELY need to meet her!”
“… a fairy?” The look of confusion on his face spoke volumes.
“YES! She was wearing a gold and red dress! And her hair was so pretty too! It shone in the light! I’m pretty sure only fairies’ hair shines like that!”
Thinking it was another one of Lian’s fairytail settings where he’s required to play along and help her uncover mysteries or save someone (*cough*princess Lian*cough*), Roy just sets her down, holds her hands and guides her to the closest balcony. It’s too cold outside for them to actually walk around the garden, but it’ll be fine to stay on the balcony where they can oversee them. Should be enough for whatever adventure Lian’s mind conjured this time. 
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“Daddy look! It’s the fairy!”
Looking out the balcony towards where Lian's small fingers pointed, Roy finally understood what she meant when she said she saw a fairy. 
There, standing in front of the fountain with a glass of what he can only assume to be the expensive champagne being handed around the party, stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. Luscious strands of midnight hair fell down her back only to stop at the small curvature of her back. The strands were so dark it shone blue in the light of the full moon that for once was visible in the dark, gloomy and foggy sky of good old Gotham.
Her red dress fell down to the crisp grass he was sure Alfred kept at the exact same even height every single time. Whoever made the dress, knew for sure what they were doing, because it seemed to float even though he saw it drag through the grass  when she moved. Although there wasn't much he could make out from the distance he was observing her, he could still see the shine of the gold lining and details in the dress with the small movements she made. 
And wasn't that a blessing. Because when she moved, he was able to see a bit more of her features; the pale skin that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, and the blue orbs that shone as bright as the bluest of sapphires to have ever been found, looked in his direction, and he was sure that time stopped right then and there. 
Like some kind of spell, he was entranced by the beauty that stood feet away from him surrounded by the most beautiful of greenery, making her fit for the word his daughter had used to describe her: a fairy. A Garden Fairy. He should tell Alfred that he did such a good job at keeping the garden in shape, that it was blessed by the presence of the most ethereal of fairies.
After a couple seconds of eye contact, her attention was given to something else - probably someone calling her, from the way she seemed to react. And so, after another glance his way, the Garden Fairy (as he’s decided to call her until he finds out her name) turns fully towards the building and starts walking inside, finally vanishing under the big balcony he was standing in.
“Awww, she left Daddy!” his daughter spoke for the first time since getting into the balcony with him. Or he’s assuming it was the first time, since he was completely  entranced by the Garden Fairy and would probably not have heard any comment from his daughter. Which, by her mischievous smirk, was a very accurate assumption.
“She was very pretty wasn’t she? I told you she was! Did you see her hair? I told you it was amazing! I also want hair like hers!!”
“Yes, yes she was. And you were very right, she does have pretty hair. Maybe we should get back inside to get away from the cold and maybe find this Garden Fairy of yours to get some hair tips?”
“That’s a great idea! Let’s go!”
Picking up the 6 years old, Roy turns around to head into the salon, when his daughter gets his attention again. And the look in her eyes? It spelled trouble.
“But Daddy, I never called her Garden Fairy!”
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snowberryangel · 13 days
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forced to study born to attend galas with bruce wayne while sipping on champagne and secretly sneaking out to make out in the bathroom 🥂
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magicandstories · 17 days
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lil Timmy doodle
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redsray · 1 month
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Wayne gala but all of the batkids were forced to go so now they are SET on giving Bruce the biggest headache ever while also entertaining themselves. read: they have a bet going on who can have the most ridiculous headline in the paper the next morning. some honourable mentions include:
Bruce Wayne's (il?)legal Ward(?) Stephanie Brown Claims to 'Always Have at Least Three of Bruce's Wallets' on Her Person. (With Interview! "Always have to be prepared, y'know? S'not like he'll notice one is missing.")
Eldest Wayne Son Richard Grayson Seen Falling Face First Into the Chocolate Fountain at Recent Charity Gala: Proceeds to Get Back Up, Laugh it Off and Return Thirty Seconds Later Unphased. (With Bonus Interview! "My hair just falls back into place perfectly, even after exposed to melted chocolate 30 seconds beforehand.")
Jason Todd-Wayne's First Public (Official!) Appearance Since He Returned: Everything You Need to Know, From Claims of An Alien Kidnapping to Punching the Newly-Hired Bartender! (With Exclusive Interview: "He looked at Cass weird. Creep. Should send him to those aliens.")
Bruce Wayne's Youngest Damian Wayne Denies Bringing Mysterious Pets to Recent Gala; Allegedly Does Not Notice the Hoard of Animals Hidden Behind Him, Including a Cow. (With New Interview: "Pets? Here? Foolish. All of my pets are safely in their wing of the manor. Do not disrespect their name.")
Timothy Drake-Wayne and His Gala Experiences: Wayne Middle Child Is Caught Falling Asleep At Multiple Tables During the Charity Gala, Claims to 'Not Know What Sleep Is' When Asked. (Bonus Interview! "Sleeping? At tables? Please, I have some class. What even is sleep? Is this a new social custom I am unaware of?")
see also: Timothy Drake-Wayne Denies Ownership of Skateboard Placed Under Bruce Wayne's Chair Despite His Name Clearly Etched On the Back.
Bruce Wayne's Newest Ward Duke Thomas Accidentally Spills Punch On His Guardian; Proceeds to Make Wayne Thank Him Because 'That Suit Was A Fashion Disaster'. (With Exclusive Interview: "That suit looked like it was picked out by Dick. That's not a good thing. It looked better with punch spilt on it.")
Eldest Daughter of Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Reported Hiding Behind Each of Her Siblings in Succession Throughout the Recent Gala; When Asked, Each Sibling Denied Seeing The Young Woman. (With Added Interview: "Fun game. Hide and seek, with paparazzi. Fun to scare.")
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mochinek0 · 3 months
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Daminette December 2023: 15-Lost A Bet (SUB)
Damian wouldn't say he hated someone, but he hated Marinette. She was a new employee at Wayne Enterprise and she was a giant distraction. He would catch himself watching her.
'This has got to stop!'
"I want to make a bet with you." Damian announced as Marinette walked by his office.
"Fine." Marinette spoke, "What do you get if you win?"
"If?" he chuckled.
She smiled, "What if I win? I'm very competitive."
"I would prefer you work in a different section." Damian spoke, "What do you want?"
'Pfft. That's all he wants? Me out of his way? I'm not telling him I'm leaving to a different section in two month; he can suffer.'
"I want you to take me to the Wayne Gala." Marinette announced.
'I knew it! She is just like all those other girls.'
"And before you start flattering yourself, " Mari spoke, "I want a way in, to promote my own fashion line. Being with you helps."
"so you are using me as a business tool." he stated.
"Isn't that what every woman who dates your father does?" Marinette asked, "Promote their next ballet recital, movie premiere, Broadway show, or modeling catalog? I figured you Waynes were use to it."
"He dated those woman." Damian spoke, embarrassed by his father's background of woman.
"Oh." Marinette whispered, "Well, I'm not asking to date you. How about an invite then? You won't even have to talk to me, if you don't want to. Let alone e stuck with me for the entire night."
"Agreed." Damian smiled.
Damian sighed in frustration. Marinette had won their bet and certainly was using the gala to her advantage. He never expected her to come so dressed up. Being in the office was one thing, but seeing her in a gown was another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a social butterfly, much like his father. She spoke to everyone without a worry. It became a bigger problem when other guys kept offering her a drink. It seemed like the whole gala had their eyes on her.
Damian growled and made his way over to the middle of the crowd. He put his arm around her waist, immediately gaining her attention.
"Marinette." Damian spoke, "I have been looking for you.
"Mr. Wayne." Marinette answered back.
He smirked, "It is after hours."
Mari gulped, "D-Damian."
Marinette looked away, but he could see the faint blush on her cheeks. Damian smiled at her reaction. Several guys took note that the Ice Prince was smiling at the designer and quickly made their way to another side of the room.
"My stepmother wanted to see your latest creation, I believe." Damian declared.
"Oh?" Marinette questioned.
Damian kept his arm at her waist and guided her through the crowd.
"Are you ok?" he whispered.
"Yes." she whispered back, "Were you just trying to get me awy because if so, I didn’t need your help."
'I was trying to help!'
By her pout, he could tell she was upset.
'I don't know why she would want to be with those idiots anyways.'
"Thank you again, Marinette, for making my dress." Selina spoke, seeing her.
"Of course." Mari smiled, "I enjoy making your outfits."
Damian remained silent, realizing that Marinette already was acquainted with his step-mother and likely her friends.
"How was the mob?" Selina asked, taking a sip of champagne.
Marinette shrugged, "A few customers, but other than that, a few trying for a good time."
Selina watched out of the corner of her eye as Damian gripped his glass a bit too hard. She smirked.
"You should take one of them up on their offer." she suggested.
"I should?" Marinette asked confused.
Selina looked over to the mob, ignoring Damian's glare.
"The hell she should." The Wayne heir growled.
"Marinette is a single, desirable young woman, Damian." Selina answered back, "She has needs as well."
Mari looked down at the floor, blushing red.
'I certainly wasn't expecting my sex life to be somehting my bosses' family talked about. I wonder what made Selina change her mind. Before, she was telling me never to leave with someone from one of these things.'
Before Marinette could ask, Damian grabbed her and pulled her out towards the garden.
Selina smirked as she watched them walk away.
'Now, where's Bruce? He owes me $100.'
Selina spotted Tim and made her way towards him.
"Do you know were Bruce is?" she asked.
"Uh, I think he stepped out for a breath of fresh air." Tim answered, "Why?"
'So he already got bored and left to roam. Did he really think no one will notice him gone?'
She sighed, "Tell him he owes me $100."
"Wait!" Tim exclaimed, "What?"
"Yeah. We had a bet." Selina replied.
"Hold up! Is this about getting Damian a date?" he questioned.
"Yep." she spoke.
"Dammit!" Tim whined.
"Why are you upset?" Selina asked, "Do you not want him to be happy?"
Tim pulled out his wallet and handed her $100.
"He asked you to pay me?" she rebutted.
"No." he pouted, "He made another bet with me that you would succeed. I thought you wouldn't."
Selina laughed and took the money.
"Who did you set him up with?" Tim asked out of curiosity.
"The designer." she smiled, "He seemed really upset with her getting attention. I told her she should take advantage of the cesspool and go home with one of the. Your brother grabbed her hand and took her outside after that. Thanks, Tim."
Tim watched in shock as she walked away. He had no idea his younger brother had a crush on their new designer.
'Didn't expect him to be the possessive type. Scratch that, Talia waltz in here like she owns Wayne Manor, all the time, and Bruce still lets her, as long as she behaves. Looks like Bruce, but has Talia's attitude. I need to stop making bets with Bruce.'
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pericreatesstuff · 5 months
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more blurbs from that timkon no capes au (inspired by enchanted by taylor swift)
If country boy wanted to play, Tim would win.
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Acting as if nothing had happened at all.  Acting as if his stupid gentlemanly-ness wasn’t making Tim want to throw both of their glasses on the ground, grab him by the collar, push him against the wall and kiss him absolutely senseless in front of almost all of gotham’s high society!! Which he should not do.  No matter how appealing it sounded.
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You simply can’t be raised by Janet Drake without picking up the vindictive joy she got from watching others squirm.  “Mr. Kent” he greeted, a sharp daring smile covering his face. “Lovely to see you again” 
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He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his champagne and turning to look at Conner, who’d been watching the previous interaction like a tennis match that was being played with knives in place of racquets. A fair metaphor for any high society interaction.
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Watching in shock as the boys exchanged a few more words before Timothy turned away and Conner stared after him with what Clark really hoped wasn’t a lovesick smile.  “Grounded.” Clark muttered. “Conner is so fucking grounded.”
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 Clark did not trust that. He did not trust that at all.  Janet Drake was fucking terrifying. Clark thought she was lovely, really, but he wanted to spend no more time than necessary in her presence.
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Clark wanted to tilt his head to the sky and scream ‘what did i ever do to you’. Or perhaps go and get a very large glass of whiskey from the bar. Clark did not do either of these things. Instead he turned to his nephew, who was still staring after Timothy Drake longingly, and sighed.  Judging on Conner’s facial expression alone he was already long gone for the youngest Drake. Meaning that Clark’s lifelong plans of staying as far from the Drakes as possible was going up in flames before his eyes.  Grounded. So Fucking Grounded.
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Clark continued, ignoring Kon’s embarrassed pleas. “And as long as everything is safe, sane, and consensual, I couldn't care less about your sex life. I do not want to hear any details, unless you want to talk about it or you have questions of course, but please for the sake of my sanity do not have sex with Timothy Drake.”  Conner, who was about 20 seconds from covering his ears and screaming, looked at the man incredulously. “What is your deal about this?” he asked. “Did you bang his mom or something?”  
It should be out by the end of the week, just need my beta to read it over and get it through some light editing!
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p-arapsychology · 1 year
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Thinking about Jason Todd, forced to attend a gala with Bruce, mad about it, and stepping up to a podium to fuck with Bruce say a few words.
Jason: Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention. I have--
Reporter: An update on the Gotham Renewal Program?
Guy in the back: A boyfriend?
Jason: Chronic depression. *steps down.*
Crowd: *Blinks*
Bruce, bleary-eyed and sinking into his chair: Can't take him anywhere.
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