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luvly-writer · 1 year

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"But oh..Cara mia”

Ch. 5: We needed the context

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Toxic Relationships

Author's note: Originally, chapter 4 and 5 were supposed to be one, but it was too long so I have to cut it into two. Enjoy!

Taglist: @lorosette @prettyacademia00 @nanas-teatime

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Babs paused to drink water and take a deep breath. Everyone else stayed in silence, processing what was going on.

They all knew Dick and Yn's relationship was rocky at best. They had their peaceful moments but it was still terrible. Yet with all the context Barbara had provided, the only thought in their heads was "What in the actual fuck?" Stephanie spoke up, "Honestly, I don't know how everyone around them could handle all of this. I'm getting a headache just listening." Duke and Cass nodded numbly. Damian was baffled, how could these two people that were known to be anything but hateful, be nothing but destructive to one another. Jason was just staring into the abyss. He had talked about this before with Barbara and Yn. He knew what was coming next and he knew that what Barbara would tell now, would be the main reason for the present-day issues. Tim was eating everything up. His mind was going a mile a minute. This had been the one question he had never been able to answer and he was anxious to finally understand what went wrong. Finally, Barbara continued. "Like I said, the arguments they had at the moment, allowed me to see details I had missed before. I would see how Yn's distance hurt Dick, how he would constantly search for her everywhere, how his words were the only ones that could bring her to tears. Oh, it was truly catastrophic. You never knew what was going to happen, whether it was Bruce and Dick or Yn and Dick. Finally, Dick moved to Bludhaven at 19 and Yn was allowed space to breathe. One day, however, my curiosity got the best of me and I cornered her and asked her what truly was wrong. I used all the evidence I had gathered and presented it to her. She had no fight left to give me.

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Barbara had invited Yn for a sleepover at her house. They had this a million times, yet this one felt different. Yn was a junior now and was working her ass off for a summer scholarship at MIT before her senior year. They finally had a break to sit down and relax. The day had gone great so far, both went to see a movie, did some shopping, and enjoyed some of their time together. Soon it was nightfall and in normal sleepover tradition, they decide to stay out late. Bruce had given them the night off, wanting the girls to enjoy some me time because they deserved it. Barbara was laying on her bed and Yn sat on the mattress she usually slept on whenever she stayed over. They were both scrolling through their phones. Barbara was working up the courage to ask Yn about all the things she had doubts regarding Dick. Finally, she sat up, took a deep breath, and called out her name. "Yn", The girl looked up from her phone and once she saw Barbara's anxious expression, she climbed up and sat in front of her, "Barbie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"Yn asked worried about her friend, and so Barbara began, "We are best friends, right?"Yn nods, "and you'd tell me everything, right?" Yn nodded again, "Even if it is about a boy you deemed to hate but started to have feelings for and said boy is my ex?" Barbara laid it out there. She knew she should have had a softer approach, but that would have given Yn, time to evade the question and topic like she had so expertly done many times before. Yn tensed up and her eyes widened. She then asked, "What do you mean, Barbara?" and Barbara deadpanned at her, "Yn, you can't possibly believe that me, YOUR best friend in the entire world, wouldn't notice it. You avoid any conversation with him, you avoid him as a whole, you care about him, you care what he thinks of you, you care for him, YN, don't lie to me anymore. Don't carry such a big burden yourself, we are best friends, almost sisters, I'm here for you." Having said that, Yn burst into tears, "I hate him, Barbara, I hate him so much! But I hate even more, that I can't completely hate him because it's him!" Barbara pulled her friend into a hug. "and I tried so hard to get rid of these feelings, I tried Barbara, but they won't go away!" the young girl wailed. Barbara held her friend and allowed her to calm down so that she could explain everything. Once she did, she began her explanation, "It began when he came back from the Teen Titans, he was different, not just physically, but emotionally too, he felt different. I thought of it as just a silly crush because he had grown up and he looked soo good and he had matured. I said to myself that it was all looks and just like the time we met, once he opened his mouth, all the charm would go away. But oh Barbara, it didn't, the feelings didn't go away! We still kept on fighting but he made it nearly impossible to not like him. Do you know how many times we had to be tied together, with me smelling his cologne and just having him near me. And he had gotten smarter too, I never wanted to admit it, but his tactics were amazing. Then one night, I went down to drink water and I heard whimpers coming from his room. He was having a nightmare. I tried to wake him up, and help him. At first, he was disoriented and called me Slade, which I was confused by. I helped him breathe and relax his mind. After he had calmed down, I gave him the water I had taken and stood up to leave but he asked me to stay. He looked so vulnerable and broken so I did stay. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it and told him that most times when you talk about nightmares, they don't repeat themselves. And so he started telling me. He told me about Slade, how he was manipulated by him and taken as his apprentice, he told me of how he put the Titans at risk, and how even after he was defeated he was still hunted by him for some time after and it was killing him from the inside. Thankfully, the Titans were able to find a cure. After he told me everything, we decided to stay there and talk.

We had never really actually had a civil conversation before. I asked him about his life at the circus and if he missed it. He told me about his parents and about everything there and how he did miss it sometimes. I told him about my parents. He asked about Puertp Rico and I told him about every summer when I spend half of it in Puerto Rico and the other half on Themyscira and how Diana always tried to help me maintain both of my heritages alive. He taught me a few words in Romani and I taught him a few in Spanish. It was a great moment. Then The day after, it felt as if something had changed. Whenever he had a nightmare, he would text me or call me and he would tell me about it and we would talk for hours on the phone. Those hours of vulnerability were the highlight of my days. Then both of you became a thing and I didn't want to lose you, Babs. I knew that from his side, there were no feelings aside from a partner in the hour of sadness, but I knew there were feelings on my side and I wanted to end them. So I distanced myself. You must believe me, Babs, I wanted to get rid of those feelings. If I had to choose between you and him, I would choose to stay by your side before anything. Yn said panicked and Barbara reassured her with a smile, "Im not mad, Yn. You never acted on them, On the other hand, you distanced yourself. I know you would never try to hurt me. I'm not mad at that. I'm not angry at you. Well a little, but not because you feel that, but because you felt as if you needed to suffer alone. I'm always here." said Babs and a fresh round of tears overtook Yn, she continued her story, "Then you guys broke up, but I still didn't want anything to do with him, I felt disgusting, liking my friend's ex. By then I still hadn't identified that what I felt was..." YN didn't want to say it, because saying it confirmed it, "Love?" finished Barbara and Yn did a face. Barbara couldn't help but laugh at her friend. "It's not bad! You can say you love him Yn!" Yn looked at her exasperated and said, "No Barbara, we will not confirm this by saying it, there is no it to confirm, it is a meaningless crush, and infatuation at best, IT WILL LEAVE" It made Barbara laugh again and say, "You are so deep in denial, but continue" Yn glared at her, making Barbara laugh once again and continued. "Then, my kidnapping happened and Slade took me and tortured me, Barbara I was so scared cause I knew what had happened to Dick and it was going to happen to me. Slade thought that the only person whomst he was causing damage to was Bruce and I didn't want him to know, Dick was close to me too cause then it would be worse. Yet he still found out, and Barbara that was terrifying. He truly is a monster. When I was rescued, Dick slept by my bedside the majority of the time. He would visit and those moments of vulnerability came back again, this time it wasn't me providing the support. One time, I even expressed that I would sometimes feel used and that he only saw me as a therapist but he reassured me that what was between the two of us was different. He didn't put a name to it, and neither did I but I just viewed it as two people finding solidarity over the same traumas. It was all fine while I was in recovery, but once was done, I distanced myself again. Barbara, I hate these feelings so so so much. Then, he began to fight with Bruce and he took it out on me. I thought we would be past that but we weren't. Even if I knew he wasn't in the right headspace, I was not going to allow him to step over me and treat me like shit, and even if I knew he never meant the majority of the things he said to me, they still cut worse than a knife! Oh, Babs! GOD FUCK NOOOOOO! I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY!" she said, her final words being muffed by her friend's shoulder as she tried to comfort her. The two girls stayed a while, Yn calming down from the intensity of the moment and Barbara processing all the information given to her.

Finally, Yn whispers, "How'd you know" and Barbara answered, "The change was visible to everyone. We all knew something happened. What exactly? No one knew what to say, but we knew. We could tell you guys had changed." They stayed in silence for a while, but Barbara wasn't going to let these sleepover be ruined by feelings and sadness, so in true best-friend nature, she turned to Yn and said, "Taking out ALL of the trauma and shit, YOU like Dick Grayson! YOU!" she teased. Sensing the teasing tone in her best friend's voice, Yn took a pillow and smacked her, "Shut up, no I don't" and Barbara laughed out, "Oh yes you do! You so do. You don't just like him, yn, you fell IN LOVE with him." Yn, who had opted to stare at the ceiling, widened her eyes in alarm. "oh no...OH GOD NO! I'M IN LOVE WITH DICK GRAYSON! DICK FUCKING GRAYSON!" she said horrified and Barbara laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. "Oh my, you love Dick Grayson!" and Yn sat up even more horrified, "This is disgusting!" to which Barbara wheezed out another round of laughter. What a night...

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Barbara recalls the memory fondly, she looks around, to see everyone waiting for her to finish, this is the quietest they have ever been. She continues, "Thankfully, Dicks departure to Bludhaven gave the girl time and space to breathe. Time passed and Jason arrived, stealing everyone's heart with him. Yn adopted Jason as the younger brother she never had. She graduated from high school, high honors the bitch, and entered Gotham University. Most days, she would take Jason with her to the library to study, for ice cream, or just anything. She truly adored Jason, " Jason smiled softly, recalling all the moments he shared with his older sister before his death. "Then, Dick came back and he would fight with Bruce, feeling replaced by Jason and Yn would come to both of their rescues. "

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"Yn, Bruce fucking replaced me! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?!" Dick screamed at the young girl, who was looking at him angrily. "Richard, you CHOSE to leave! Jason earned the mantle fair and square. YOU DON'T GET TO WHINE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU ABANDONED" she responded frustrated

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"Yn always stood up for both of them. Bruce, being the only father figure she had, even though it was sometimes dysfunctional, they both care for one another, and seeing as she never left Bruce for long lapses of time, they had formed a bond. And Jason, well that was her little brother, he had no fault in any of this. Finally, Dick came around and started treating Jason and Bruce better. Finally giving in to the brother figure. Dick and Yn went back to civil terms, even to the point that Bruce's PR decided to pull a move and have Dick and Yn play the two happy young lovers at a gala. Each was set to take waltz classes growing up and had been taught by Bruce and Diana how to behave at galas, so this small mission wasn't too bad for them," Jason's eyes lit up in recognition, he then said, "I remember that, Alfred told both of them to teach me how to waltz!" and Barbara laugh, "OMG! Yes! I remember that

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They were standing in one of the living rooms, Jason and Barbara on the sofas and Yn and Dick, standing in front of them. Yn began explaining, "It is said, that when the perfect waltz is danced, both people can have a candle in their hands and it won't blow away because of how smooth the dance is." she explained, lighting a candle and getting into position with Dick. Barbara whispered to Jason, "The real phrase is when you dance the waltz with the perfect partner, but neither of them would ever EVER admit that they are each other's perfect waltz partner" making Jason giggle. Finally, Yn and Dick began counting the steps, "Ok, pay attention, Jason, Babs, stop distracting him. And one, two, three, one, two, three..." said Yn, and at some point, Dick, whispered at her, "Stop looking at your feet, you have to look at me. We need to sell it, plus, looking at you feet makes you not dance with fluidness" making the girl look up and glare at him, "I'm making sure that I am teaching the correct way, Richard." This made the boy laugh and retort, "how will you teach him if you aren't being natural. Relax, we'll do great" Truth be told, Yn didn't want to look at him for fear that she would get lost in them, those baby blues had a hold on her. Finally, she did end up looking, and just as she had thought she got lost in them. She stopped counting and just kept dancing. Both too busy and lost with the other person failed to see, a. Barbara looking at Jason and telling him that she told him so, causing the boy to laugh, and b. the candle that never blew away.

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"Unfortunately, good things can't last forever. Yn and Dick would return to their bickering yet this time it was a whole different reason than the other times. Yn would always tell me that this whole relationship of solitude never ended. On the contrary, anytime Dick or her needed comfort, they would always turn to each other. Late-night calls became a constant, and that created another problem. You see, every time Dick left Gotham he reunited with someone. Kory. They dated when they were back on the Titans but by then Yn wasn't an issue since they still despised each other. Then, the second time he left, Kory felt something had changed but having assumed that Yn was still an annoying kid to him, she directly assumed it had something to do with me. Then The third time he went back, her attentions were on YN. After the publicity stunt, many arguments between Kory and Dick had Yn as a topic. She would scream and fight that he was falling for her and he would defend that they weren't even friends, to begin with so how was that possible. Then she would ask him to cut ties with her and he would explain that he technically couldn't because they worked together every time he was in Gotham. Then, frustrated with his relationship falling apart, Dick and Yn would argue again.

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"We can't have contact anymore," said Dick looking at the girl. Yn didn't understand the problem, she didn't want to cut ties with him. "Richard, we literally have never had a romantic sentiment between us, what the hell?" A lie. She knew it was a lie on her behalf, but he didn't need to know that. "We are coworkers, only that. Tell her that," she said and Dick brushed his hand through his hair. "I did, YN! Don't you think I haven't fucking tried!". He was frustrated as fuck, "Then try harder, Richard, because I'm not compromising a team dynamic just because some girl wants you to quit with someone who has NOTHING TO DO WITH THE RELATIONSHIP!" From there, the fight escalated and it could be heard by both Jason and Barbara who looked at each other and shrugged.

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"Time passed and they grew distant again, much to Yn's dismay, who still had feelings for him. Like all the other times, she still believed that this time apart would help her get rid of her feeling, yet it didn't. Then well...Jason died....and it absolutely destroyed both Dick and Yn. Yn was torn to pieces. That girl was devastated. Dick, Yn, and Bruce constantly blamed themselves for Jason's death. It was horrible," Jason, cleared his throat, trying to hide the tingling feeling he had in his throat, "Each of them did things in the midst of their grief. Bruce almost killed the Joker, but was held back by Superman, who heard his cries all the way from Metropolis, Dick hunted Joker down and tortured the Joker to the point where he would have killed him if Bruce hadn't pulled him away, and Yn? She gave up her mantle. Yn didn't want to live in a world where she was a vigilante yet she couldn't save Jason. Even more, fights began between the three of them. Dick blaming Bruce, Bruce lashing out and blaming himself, and Yn blaming both of them. It took a while before they all calmed down and per Yn's request, sat down and talked about it. It helped them heal. Their relationships mended, but Yn never took the mantle again, she focused on science. By that time, Tim had arrived. Yn was no longer a vigilante, but she still helped around. That's when she began what she does today. Her one motivation being that as long as she made sure you all were in optimal condition, she wouldn't lose someone like she lost Jason. She made sure our weapons and suits were the best and that our health was at its peak. Exactly what she does today. Then Joker kidnaped Tim and created Joker Junior. Yn worked her ass off in order to save Tim and bring him back to health. Reverse all the trauma Joker had inflicted. Thankfully, she succeeded, " At that, Jason looked at Tim who smiled fondly at the thought of the girl. They both adored their older sister. " Just like she did with Jason after the pit and with me after my Joker attack. Yn threw herself to her work and she thought that everything with Dick had left, yet every time he came back? It was everything all over again. The bickering, the longing looks from both of them, the soft words, the caring for each other, and inevitably a fight that would make them go back to square one. It was all the same every. single. Time! And you all know that cause you see it every time. No matter how many times either of them leaves, they always come back for the other. It's a cycle with no end." finished Barbara as she leaned back.

They all stayed in silence, processing the information. Yn loved Dick and he loved her back, so what the fuck were they waiting for? Soon, they all began to stand up and to their rooms in order to get change for patrol. They had all agreed to not speak of this with anyone aside from this group. Damian had a lot to think about. He had one last question, a curiosity that sparked there, and asked Barbara before she left, "Gordon, you said Yn worked on getting rid of your trauma because of Joker. I knew he helped with Drake's and Todd's, but those were psychological. What did she do to you?" Barbara in return smiled at him and answered, "She reconstructed my spine. After Joker's torture, I was left in a wheelchair. Because of that, she was motivated to help me, and a lot of time after, she helped reconstruct my spine. I have my ability to walk, run and fight, thanks to her." Finally, having cleared everything up. Damian went to his room. It was a lot of information to process. They hated each other because of how much they loved each other? How was Gordon so sure Grayson loved Yn? I mean, she obviously had confirmation that Yn loved Grayson, but did he love her back, or what he just fond of her? Too many questions surrounded Damian. It was a lot to process and because of so, Damian told his father he would tune in for the night. His investigation had gotten 10 times more interesting.

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damianbugs · 1 year

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hi <3 since ive already obsessively reread your works i dont know how many times i think it's time for me to branch out and find some other batfam stuff too (im still a loyal reader tho dw bestie) i was wondering if you had any batfam authors you personally love and / or are inspired by! or maybe your top 5 batfam fics? if you don't mind sharing it ofc! thank u have a swag day and thank u for putting out such amazing amazing work into the world that offers me (personally) so much comfort :)

hello !! thank you so much for reading my works and i hope you will continue to enjoy them <3 i am so glad they bring you as much comfort reading as they do for me when writing !! and YES OF COURSE there is simply nothing i love more than recommending batfam fics that have me going absolutely crazy insane.

i previously did a top 5 batfam fic recs, and so here are my, uh, other top 5 batfam fics? everything is at the top of my list at this point.

+ these are in no particular order !!

MY TOP 5 BATFAM FICS (AGAIN) ON AO3 !

Cold Hard Want by AudreyCritter

“Are you happy?”

“I...I’m getting there.”

A follow-up to DC Rebirth Batman #35, in which Bruce recovers from being stabbed in the back and Damian considers the elusive nature of happiness.

MY NOTES: i might have read this fic a dozen times and everytime i do i am always so amazed by it. i have a soft spot for fics that move alongside actual comic canon, and so this was a lovely follow up to that original story (though you do not need to be familiar with it to enjoy this fic). damian is such a complicated character but at the end of the day, he is a child — and i think this handled his tumultuous relationship with bruce, dick and selina(!!) really well.

White Christmas by LemonadeGarden

Jason's been in the manor for a few months now. Bruce is a pretty cool guy, sure, but he's not exactly sure what to expect from him.

And then they go to Siberia in the winter on a case. It goes horribly wrong, and then pretty well.

MY NOTES: personally i think it is always the perfect time of year for a christmas fic that isn't actually about christmas. now, not only do all the best tropes meet in this fic (cuddling for warmth, sick fic, comfort after nightmares - to name a few) BUT this is also about robin jason todd. the little boy of all time. wonderful fic.

all the other rooms are a party tonight (and you never got an invitation) by irnan

(You will need an ao3 account to access this fic)!

The major difference between Gotham before Bruce left to set up Batman, Inc and Gotham after he comes back is that his children are grown-ups. Well, except for Damian.

Still, four out of five's an overwhelming majority.

MY NOTES: there is something so healing about this fic. bruce is rather pathetic (said fondly) in the way troubled middle aged men become when they finally realise their life is only in consequence of the people who exist around them. the dynamic between cass and bruce and dick and bruce in this is one of my favourites. the latter is very carefully weaved into the entire story, even when pertaining the other characters. a great take on bruce!

Have I Told You About Minnie? by Hinn_Raven

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

MY NOTES: oh this is such a fun one!! stephanie and bruce is such a wonderful dynamic and something about bruce creating an entirely new persona as a subconscious excuse to gloat about his children is just too funny. really sweet!

i want you to remember me by zxrysky

Bruce really needs to get rid of his saviour complex. Not all of them are the same as that poor boy who had to watch his parents get murdered in a dark alleyway; not all of them need to be saved.

Jason is perfectly fine where he is. Some capital would be great, but otherwise, he’s fine. He’s fine.

He doesn’t need to be saved again.

“No thanks,” Jason mutters, and pushes the papers away.

MY NOTES: this one hits you when you least expect it. it is so funny, so sweet and it hurts. jason todd you are so ridiculously complicated and tragic. also my favourite kind of time travel, kind-of-time-travel! little jason receives all of older jason's memories and his meeting with bruce and journey to robin is different, but some things are just destiny i suppose. so lovely.

as for inspirations or favourite authors, i have to say it might just be everyone i have ever read a fic from so i can not pick out anyone right now. the writers featured on this list are also phenomenal and some have written other amazing and loved batfam fics you should definitely check out!

hope you enjoy these anon and thank you again <3

#bruce wayne #jason todd #stephanie brown #robin jason todd #time travel #damian wayne #dick grayson #batman and robin #batfamily fic recs #saki batfam fic recs #hey guys unrelated news #but i think i have finally figured out how to format on tumblr #hope this is not horrendous to look at

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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DC verse Theater 4

“So what there’s just a universe out there where Tim and Jason are best friends or something?”

It was confusing and Konner wasn’t sure how Tim could ever forgive Jason what he’d done in Titans Tower but ….

“Pppfftt. Best friends? This is the multiverse we are talking about! Here I’ll show you some funny ones to lighten the mood!”

Dick felt relieved, two videos in and he wanted to shake his family members. It was nice that Jason and Tim were friends tho, he wanted his brothers to be brothers to each other! He did! But it also left his mouth with a bitter feeling. What is wrong with him?

The scene started with Jason, this one was wearing a suit! No white in his hair to be seen.

Bruce felt something in his chest loosen at the sight.

Jason wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[“- cost Lexcorp hundreds of thousands of dollars in-“] some lawyer aspoused before being cut off.

[“You know what I don’t care if Tim murdered his entire family. Tim is like a son to me.”]

Cass dropped her popcorn, wow just wow.

Konner wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, he was crying.

…

[“Did you really mean that Jason?”]

Tim’s mind was screaming, of course he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t he hates you. Your real dad didn’t want you, Bruce didn’t want you, why would you Robin want you?

[“Of course Tim. Your parents were assholes anyway.” ]

The pit in Jason burned, “So what if I hadn’t died I would have adopted the brat? If I hadn’t died I would be working at Wayne tech and everything would have been all better?” What fucking bullshit.

And what did his counter part mean about Tim’s parents being assholes? Tim was some rich kid who had parent that gave him everything and he still became Robin.

Roy gave him a nudge, “Whatever.”

The next clip played.

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[“Tim your parents were extremely neglectful.”]

Jason froze.

[ “No they weren’t.”]

Konner pursed his lips, even after all these years Tim was still in denial.

[“Tim they left you alone for 11 months out of the year.”]

“Well at least they didn’t do that in our dimension!” Dick tried to break the ice, they couldn’t have done that. Not to Timmy, Bruce would have known. He would have known and he wouldn’t have let Tim go back to them.

“Tim?”

“What it’s not a big deal?”

Bruce felt like he had been slapped. No no no no. Jack and Janet weren’t the best people he knew that but they wouldn’t have…Tim had told him it was okay that they called and visited and that he had a nanny and and Tim was a liar. Bruce knew he knew and there was no more telling himself Tim hadn’t lied to him. There was no more space left to say he had actually believed him ethier. Bruce knew.

Xxx Next clip

[“No body is shooting my brother! Imma say this one time you make a move at him and you’ll be dead before you hit the ground you understand!”]

“Tt what mess did Drake get himself into know?” Damian was a tad affronted about this. So it would seem that in these worlds Drake and Todd were close. Tt, well it made sense. Todd hated anyone who hurt kids and it would seem Drake didn’t have the sparkling childhood he had thought he did.

[ I’m feeling untouchable, untouchable]

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle, “Look at how smug he is that you have his back.” Jason rolled his eyes, he did that here too. Sure he didn’t say anything about it but … it’s not like he still had a hit out on him anymore.

#batman #justice league #dc-verse theater #tim drake

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years

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Alt Ending, Part 11

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@solangelo252 @animegirlweeb @frieddonutsweets

Cass watched on, completely silent, as Dinah chewed out Bruce.

Because, honestly? Deserved.

Everyone had known that the way they had been doing things had only made everything worse – even BRUCE knew this, though the man was too stubborn to ever admit such a thing aloud… which meant that they had all jumped at the opportunity to have therapy with Dinah. Not because any of them had any real intentions of getting therapy, that was simply Not The Bat Way, but because they knew that Dinah Lance could and would beat some sense into the man.

They had thought it would be less literal, admittedly, but bats were nothing if not adaptable.

Now, they all traded snacks and whispered ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ while Dinah listed off every curse she knew between very valid criticisms of Bruce and his parenting style.

Everything was going great.

… outside of whatever was going on with Marinette.

Cass examined her face carefully. It was strange. A pink tint to her cheeks, a certain brightness in her eyes that wasn’t due to the Lazarus Pit this time… the average person might have thought it a crush, but Cass knew better. She had worn the expression only a few moments earlier, when she had first met Dinah, before she had realized that Dinah wasn’t who she had been hoping for.

It sickened Cass to know that this was, presumably, how Marinette had looked at Harley.

She wished she could be just as oblivious as the rest of her family, who were enraptured by the fight happening right in front of them. Wished she could enjoy Bruce getting chewed out for the many wrong decisions he had made. Wished she could be happy about the fact that she could see Bruce lowering his gaze and slumping his shoulders in a way that meant that he was likely about to give in.

The kids had won. Marinette was going to get out of that room.

But, as she laced her fingers through Marinette’s and squeezed tightly, she couldn’t help but feel as if they had lost.

The debate over who Marinette would be living with was like a war: it was violent, every side had a cause, it was made up of a bunch of smaller battles over the course of a few months, and no one ever REALLY won. They all had their own personal viewpoints about what would be best for Marinette, and they all knew that the person she lived with would have the most opportunity to try out their method. So, after Damian and Tim had nearly strangled each other, they had ended up letting the subject drop.

But, now that they had confirmation that Marinette would be allowed to live somewhere else… well, suddenly, they had a deadline for their decision.

At one point, they had had the bright idea to actually ask her…

Marinette looked up, and then wiggled Cheeto-dust covered fingers in a kind of ‘hello’. “Oh, cool, so you guys CAN see me.”

“Where do you want to stay?” Damian said, barely holding back an eyeroll.

She thought for a moment. “I don’t know…don’t have a huge prefer – oh! In Bruce’s room,” she said, her face splitting into a cheeky smile.

Jason was unimpressed. “... god fucking damn it, Marinette.”

“Whaaaat? It was worth a shot,” she huffed. She stuffed another three Cheetos in her mouth before shrugging. “Then, yeah, it’s whatever. I’ll go with whoever.”

Great.

Back to fighting, then.

Or maybe not. Dinah had finally finished tearing into Bruce and now looked at the group of kids that were about five seconds from a free-for-all fistfight.

And then they are all forced into a productive discussion. It’s weird to talk so genuinely when none of them were on their deathbeds. It’s mildly horrifying that Dinah managed to force them to do so. It’s very uncomfortable.

But it ends up being worth it, because Cass and Duke end up getting a therapist on their side.

Their apartment makes the most sense. It’s not the Manor, which made it less likely for her to simply fall back into old patterns without really confronting anything. There’s two of them, and they work different shifts, which means that they can watch her more consistently. Cass is the best at reading body language and Duke’s powers allowed him to see things a couple of seconds ahead of time which means that they’d have the best chance of catching Marinette before she hits a full breakdown.

(And the best chance of catching her if she starts to get violent, but no one really wants to say that one aloud.)

Marinette watched them all debate with a dispassionate look. Cass leaned to rest her head on her little sister’s shoulder, and her expression softened just slightly. She tapped a Cheeto to her lips and Cass has never liked Cheetos, and something glimmering behind Marinette’s eyes hinted that she knew that, but she accepted the snack nonetheless.

Duke smirked at the rest of the family as if to say ‘see?’ and, though they didn’t like it, they did.

But, even so, this didn’t stop any of the bats from sulking the entire way home.

They made a stop by Marinette’s apartment to get her things.

The place was about as spotless as Marinette had left it – which is to say, not at all. Crumpled up sketches for outfits littered the floor, a lone baking tray sat in the drying rack, the bed lay unmade…

The Waynes had sent maids from time to time to make sure that the place stayed pristine. It was strange, maybe, but it felt necessary. Allowing dust to overtake the apartment had been distinctly wrong, had settled weird in all of their chests. It meant giving up, it meant accepting that the Marinette they knew was never really going to come back… but, if they left it the way it was, it would seem like Marinette was simply ‘out’. Like she would come home from work in a few minutes.

She was home, now. She made her way through the apartment with ease, the layout familiar to her even after spending over a year away. Socked feet picked their way along the floor, avoiding squeaky floorboards and sketches alike.

And, yet, she wasn’t home at all. As much as Cass wanted to say that she would be back to normal with a little bit of therapy from Dinah, she wasn’t stupid. The horrible white tint decorating her skin was gone, and her ears were back in place, which suggested that she was no longer that porcelain doll – so, so fragile – that she had been when she had appeared above their fireplace. But her eyes still glimmered a ghostly green that served as a reminder that she wasn’t quite ‘herself’, that something was ‘missing’.

Something cold and ugly slithered beneath her skin as she watched her drag the miraculous box out from beneath a loose floorboard. The green in her eyes flickered to life, and her grip tightened on the box, but then she dropped it into Jason’s waiting arms. The green remained, though, casting her face in strange shadows.

The world seemed to be pointing and laughing at Cass, delighting in the fact that her little sister had been changed.

And it wasn’t like Marinette wasn’t still ‘Marinette’. As much as the others seemed to think that everything about her had gone up in smoke the day she had slipped through their fingers, Cass knew this wasn’t quite the case. Marinette was still there, she was just ‘hiding’. Because it was easier that way, hiding meant that the truth wouldn’t be able to find her quite yet.

But, it WOULD find her at some point, no matter what she did. Marinette wasn’t stupid – she was in denial, and denial could only really last so long. Eventually, everything would hit her.

Cass hoped that this would be on her own terms.

She had her doubts.

But that was okay. At least, if she was expecting it, Cass would be prepared to catch her when she inevitably fell.

Marinette sighed as Wayne Manor came into view. Her hands came up to lace themselves behind her neck, her elbows towards the sky, as if she were laying down in the grass instead of walking up a hill. It might have looked casual if Cass didn’t know that people touch the back of their necks when nervous.

“Man, this place never gets smaller, huh?” Marinette said, her voice carefully even.

She knocked shoulders with her, grinning. “You just haven’t seen it get destroyed yet. Give it, like, a year and this place will just be a bunch of rocks on a hill again.”

She hummed her understanding, bright green eyes slowly examining the tall building. She seemed to be searching for something, her eyes narrowed just a little too much.

“So, do I get to know where you guys kept me?”

Ah, so that was what she had been thinking.

Cass mulled over the idea for a moment before lighting up with a smile, linking their arms. “Yes, this way.”

She jerked her head towards the trees lining the edge of the property.

Bruce had been tense and quiet where he trailed behind the pair – though none of this was particularly new for him – but he had just reached a new level of anxiety. His eyes cut into Cass, trying to warn her that this was a bad idea.

As if she didn’t already know that it was a ‘bad idea’, didn’t know exactly why Bruce didn’t want her to do it… as if that wasn’t exactly why she had to.

If Marinette knew where the location was, then he would lose that specific contingency. She might get her hands on the horse miraculous again. It wasn’t hidden in the slightest – it hung loosely from the front of Jason’s shirt, disguised as a set of normal sunglasses. If she was fast enough, smart enough, she might be able to get it back.

But she refused to let them all go back to square one.

It had done enough damage the first time, she wasn’t going to make them all go through that again.

And, well, if she had to stress out Bruce in order to make sure that didn’t happen, then that was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make.

She glared right back at the man until he disappeared behind the treeline.

Two sets of feet made their way through the small forest, picking their way over roots and weaving between trees. The others were tasked with getting the apartment sufficiently Marinette-proofed, making sure that she couldn’t hurt anyone – whether that be herself or others – and working to make sure that all of the doors were impenetrable.

Which left just the two women.

Cass led her along, the flashlight on her phone the only source of light in a place where the trees did their best to smother them in darkness. There was no path, but Cass knew where to go nonetheless.

They came upon a clearing. A house sat nestled in the middle, the dark walls attempting to blend in with the oak trees encircling them.

Marinette’s lips parted just slightly in surprise. “I really was on the grounds the entire time…” she whispered. She didn’t sound angry or frustrated like Cass had expected, just defeated.

Cass gently tugged on the arm that still linked with hers, and she allowed herself to be pulled along. Through the door, past the showers they used to make sure that she didn’t catch onto the fact that they were in the woods, and then to the door. Cass pressed a hand to the button to unlock it.

Marinette’s expression was blank as she stared at the white room. Her eyes flicked over everything, from the different utilities and games that had gotten little use to the bed that she had spent practically all her time in.

Cass unlinked their arms and tugged the cloth bag from her shoulder so she could start collecting Marinette’s things.

The woman stood stock-still in the door. Her gaze seemed fixed on the button to the door hidden just out of view. Even if Cass wasn’t an expert in body language that was watching her carefully, the flickering light in Marinette’s eyes gave away exactly what she was thinking.

Cass sighed.

“You can go.”

Marinette startled. Her attention immediately snapped to the woman dropping things at random into her bag, to the woman that was keeping her face firmly towards the floor to make sure the cameras couldn’t catch on to what was going on.

“What?” Marinette whispered, sure she had heard wrong.

“Everyone is distracted. You can ‘trap’ me here and run.”

The already tense line of her shoulders inched higher. “You… I…” Her voice cracked. “What?”

As much as Cass hated the idea of Marinette leaving, of her running right back to Harley the moment she was able to…

“I can’t watch this happen anymore. You are miserable.”

Harley had brainwashed Marinette, this was a fact.

But it was also a fact that Marinette had been happier with Harley. Being with the bats meant that she had to confront what had truly happened in the months she had been gone. She would have to acknowledge that Harley had purposely made it so Marinette had no choice but to rely on her for her physical and emotional needs, that she had forced her to associate her with safety by choosing to appear to ‘help’ her after dealing with Scarecrow’s fear toxin, that she had used Stockholm Syndrome to make her care, that she had purposefully exploited Marinette’s preexisting complexes… all for the sake of helping Joker torment Batman.

Being with the bats meant that she could no longer lie to herself. It meant dealing with her trauma. It meant reconstructing herself from the ground up.

And, well… that was simply Not The Bat Way.

“I slipped some money in your pocket while we were walking,” Cass said, heat forming behind her eyes.

Marinette touched her back pocket and gasped lightly, but Cass couldn’t stop to consider that because if she stopped she would lose momentum and she didn’t want to cry. If she cried she might guilt Marinette into staying and, as much as she wanted her to stay, it would make her no better than Harley. She couldn’t twist Marinette’s emotions for the sake of her own goals. She wanted her to stay because it was what SHE wanted.

“I’m letting you go. They will go after you, but you will have a head start.”

Marinette’s lips trembled.

“I love you too much to keep doing this to you.”

Marinette’s hands found their way to her mouth, but they did little to muffle the hitch in her breathing.

Cass couldn’t help it. Damn the cameras. She would deal with the bats when it came up. Even if they didn’t listen to her, even if what she was doing might be ‘wrong’... Cass couldn’t do this anymore. Marinette couldn’t do this anymore.

She pushed herself up onto shaky legs and walked over, taking her sister’s face in her hands.

Tears began to spill, trailing over her fingers even as she worked to clear them away.

Marinette chanced a look outside. She could see the longing there.

And then she met Cass’s eyes. Her expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know,” she breathed, the admission barely louder than the rustling of leaves outside.

But Cass heard it nonetheless. Marinette pleaded with her silently, begged for a solution. An answer to a problem that she could never really answer for her.

“I want you to be happy,” was all she could say.

“I don’t know,” Marinette said again.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to choose now.”

She tipped forward, right into Cass’s arms.

The woman caught her instantly, allowing her to slump against her chest as the sobs she had been struggling to hold back for who knows how long finally wracked her body.

She rested her chin atop Marinette’s head and ran her fingers through her hair, perfectly silent as her little sister cried into her old band t-shirt.

The family found out. Of course they did.

But, it ended up being a good thing. Because there was no longer a reason to not give Marinette a keycard to the apartment. Locking her in no longer had a purpose, not when she was already choosing to stay of her own volition.

… they were still bats, though, which meant that she was always accompanied when she went outside.

Cass was often the one that was chosen – not necessarily out of favoritism, but because Cass lived there and Duke was usually occupied with his vigilante duties during the day.

(And, Cass suspected, she chose her because Cass was still holding the offer open. Because she saw her as her chance to escape if she ever actually made her mind up about it.)

But it was a rare day where both Cass and Duke were off duty – something Dinah had suggested they do ‘for their mental health’ or whatever – and Marinette wanted to visit the theater.

Duke sighed and snatched the keys off the kitchen counter. “As long as it’s not a horror movie…”

Cass and Marinette met eyes and matched grins.They were absolutely going to choose a horror movie. What did he take them for? Losers? Nope.

Speaking of Nope… she’d heard that movie was pretty good.

And this is how she found herself in the theater. Duke sat between the two women, both of them pulled close to his side ‘so he could protect them’ (he was hiding behind them). Marinette had curled herself around the popcorn bucket – as if that was going to stop Cass and Duke from stealing any – and now watched the screen with a brilliant smile that looked almost comical when compared to Duke’s wide-eyed staring.

Cass smiled and withdrew her arm from around the pair, popcorn in hand.

Things weren’t good, not quite yet, but they were getting better.

And that was all Cass would ask for.

#basically writing this for a single person at this point LMAO #but ily joy #sorry it took so long #also that this is kind of a middle chapter but uhhhhh #unless you want me to leave u on an insane cliffhanger for a couple of months #idk this was the best i could do for u #anyways #alt ending #alternate ending #alternative ending #maribat #satisfied #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #joker #harley quinn #harleen quinzel

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andieperrie18 · 2 years

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fine line of bs (bruce and batfamily x sister! reader)

warning: angst

prompt: the gotham princess is done acting like a prima donna

ring! ring! ring!

"Wayne Residence, whom am I speaking to?"

"School principal? Is there anything wrong with Miss Y/n?"

"What?! My goodness, she wouldn't do that?!"

"I'll tell someone to come by there as soon as possible. thank you so much,"

Bruce eyed the mute girl seated beside him on his peripheral. His faced had already morphed a frowning yet worried expression as the two of them sat across the school principal's table. His eyes didn't miss the red stains on her blouse and mostly on her hands. A part of his daughter he knew to himself that will never be marked by any cruelty done to another.

Half listening to the principal's discussion bullying, Bruce can't shake of the acidic feeling in his stomach as he continued to look at Y/n beside him with an expression that angers him but somehow scares him.

There was somehow no light on her eyes like they always do. Her lips were sealed with a line and there was no mark of shame curving her eyebrows. A smudge if red tint still present on the skin of her cheek.

"She'll be suspended until further notice Mr. Wayne, her intense behavior has been witnessed by too many," the principal trailed and wiped sweat covered forehead despite the cold temperature of the office that confused the male across the old woman. His attention caught the stealing gazes that the principal directed to his daughter.

Y/n who had blank but somehow piercing gaze to the disturbed woman. The gesture that further confused and worried him.

This was the first time she was called to the office in Y/n's school. She always displayed good behavior in and out of their home. He has scene her inclining grades when Alfred gives him her report card. She was known to never lift a finger on person or even a fly. So you could say that this sudden event he is in have greatly shocked him and when he received Alfred's alarming phone call about her.

"We'll be leaving now ma'am. I'm really sorry for what happened," the man said as he held Y/n's shoulder as they head out of the principal's office. After the short farewell, they made their way to the slightly crowded hallway. Bruce watched every student within the corridor flinch as they walked boy, a reaction he would never get but he knows who they were for.

Despite his grip on her shoulder, Y/n continued to walk on unaffected and unfazed. Chin tilted up, showing no remorse to what her peers had seen of her. The edge of her lips has been twitching after the brawl. She hadn't even bothered to put on the jacket to covered her bloodied shirt. Her aura looked menacing as she walked on. Bruce's grip was annoying for a while, when they got to the school doors, Y/n forcibly shrugged her shoulder, removing his grip on her. A small gasped escaped the male as he had short stare down with the girl.

He frowned at her only to be greeted with a threatening smile as if she was taunting him.

Y/n stood at the center of the living room, with Bruce glaring at her.

"Y/n how could you do that?!" he asked.

She didn't answer.

He eyed her in disbelief. At this time, Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass were all witnessing the man's ticking anger as he continuously received no words from his daughter. The eldest could even try to enter the room as the radiating tension was too much even for him. It confused him how his sister wasn't even flinching on her fuming father.

"Y/n. do you know you could land in jail? They could get you arrested for that! They could file--"

"They won't do that," she answered.

Finally a reply, yet only fueled the man. "What do you mean by that?" he said in a low growl that had the bystanders gulp their own saliva. But no reaction to the main suspect question.

"I said if she doesn't want her parents to be thrown out to the pacific, they better not press charges on me," she said, a small smile creeping on her lips as she met his glare. The maniacal glint on her eyes exploded Bruce and had him bounding towards her.

"B-Bruce no! Wait!" Dick finally called out as he ran forward to try and stop the fuming man but Bruce was already to close to Y/n. His hand raised as it braced for its impact Y/n's cheek.

But instead a of slap, a collective noise of crashing was heard as Dick and the others watched Bruce fly off and land on the glass coffee table that shattered upon the massive force the landed on it. The eldest stared in surprise to the female who had quickly gained a steady footing after delivering a powerful high kick, her soles colliding on Bruce's chin.

"Y/n, what did you--" before Dick could continue, Y/n rushed to Bruce's collapse form. She grabbed the front of his shirt and with her hand forming a tight fist, they collided to the man's cheeks over and over.

This time, Tim and Stephanie rushed forward to try and stop their sister. The eldest was far to startled from his place and took him a while to help the other two on removing Y/n away from the barely conscious man. When they did got to remove her, Dick earned a elbow to the face, a roundhouse to the gut to Tim and punch to the face Stephanie.

As Cass and Damian try to rush forward, they didn't get any further as Y/n's hand carried a pistol on one hand pointed to Bruce's figure and loud click alerted everyone.

"Do you know how much hated being the so-called 'Gotham's sweet heart'?"

"Do you even know how much loathed you?!" she muttered hoarsely to the barely conscious Bruce who despite being his state, can clearly hear the girl's words.

Her thumbs fiddled the safety as it went up with a click, she moved away from the man as she placed the gun back to the holster hidden underneath the skirt of her school uniform.

"You've never been fatherly to me so don't act like one now, and P.s. I didn't regret what I did with that bitch. She's been riling me up for me to that since day one."

#bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily x y/n #angst #batsis x batfam #batsis! reader

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 3 years

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The Second Bi-Weekly Meeting of

Jason: You’re missing a bit there.

Dick: Oh, I have a plan.

*everyone gathers*

Dick: Okay, first order of business. Cass? You’re in charge of naming this meeting and no one is going to raise a single objection or make any opinions known. Agreed? Good.

Second Bi-Weekly Meeting of the Batkids

Dick: No objections. Alright, second order of business. Roy? Why are you here again?

Jason: Package deal, Dickface, deal with it.

Dick: You know what? We can unpack all of that later. Now. Anyone have anything they would like to discuss?

Damian: Father needs a significant other.

Everyone:

Damian: What? You want to tell me I’m wrong?

Steph: Just give us a second to wrap our brains around that.

Dick: So, uh, any ideas?

Damian: It has to be a hero, obviously.

Duke: Anyone in the Justice League available?

Steph: Wonder Woman?

Jason: Is WAY too good for Bruce.

Damian: Black Canary.

Dick: Is MARRIED, thank you very much.

Jason: And is also way too good for Bruce.

Roy: She’s too good for Ollie too, so that’s not really the strongest argument.

Dick: Again, already married.

Dick: As is Clark.

Everyone:

Dick: Just thought I should mention that.

Tim: Hal Jordan?

Everyone:

Tim: I know. I felt it as I said it.

Jason: Cass? Any suggestions?

Cass: Steph’s idea was pretty good.

Steph: And this is why you’re my favorite.

Jason, whining: Oh come on, you can’t set B up with Diana, she’s cool.

Roy: Would that make this some sort of weird parent trap situation?

Jason: If it means I get to run away and live with Mom then absolutely.

Damian: What does Mother have to do with this?

Jason: Oh no, we’re not talking about Talia.

Duke: Just how many people do you call mom anyway?

Jason: Like five, depending on the day.

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Momma Bat 2/2

Requested by @animefan3223

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings: character injury. Angst.

Words:1075

Batmom recovering from a injury. Her new adopted son is recovering from a broken heart

Pic below is a moodboard I made for the story! I do not own the pics!

Duke's P. O. V

I don't understand what went wrong? I thought everything was going so well. What did I miss? After Ana broke up with me, I went to the first person I knew somehow could make everything better. I was willing to take the bullet. I should be the one unconscious in the E. R, but I'm not.. I still remember the look on her face, sympathy, kindness. I feel so horrible. Why did she do that? I sit on the roof of my home aka Wayne Manor. Bruce made me come home to rest up. I feel the brisk wind hit my face. Dinner was depressing no one said anything or I was so wrapped up in my head, I couldn't hear. Bruce said mom's been through worse. How is that supposed to make me feel better? How can my life get more messed up? I should have known.. It was only a matter of time until everything fell apart again. I crouched up more feeling my gut sink.

"hey" Cassandra said

"hey" I sighed

She sat next to me laying her head on my shoulder.

"sorry" she softly said

I knew what she meant. "sorry" that I had to watch mom in such pain, for me and that things didn't work out between Ana and I.

"got room for one more?" Dick asked

He sat next to the available spot beside me. He placed his hand on my back, with his knees bent upward. I had lied to them saying that I was on a date with Ana. Now, she doesn't even to be with me.

"so everyone knows, huh?" I ask forcing my throat not to shake

"yeah, detective training and all that. You get used to it"

"great" I sighed again

I rest my chin on my arms further crouched. I hate this.

"Bruce said, Mom will be discharged day after tomorrow. He's here now" he scoffed with a half chuckle "I've got Damian guarding your door. He'll hold off Bruce until you're ready for the post-break pep talk. It's a doozy.. Besides mom is a lot better.. with well, everything"

"want to talk?" Cass asks laying her head on my shoulder

"no" I stutter under my breath, it's so hard to control myself.

"ok" she replied

I'm about to break "she wants to be friends. How am I supposed to go back to that after everything?"

"it's OK to need space. You're allowed to give yourself time to heal" Dick said

Holding myself tighter, I couldn't stop the tears. "it doesn't feel like it'll ever get better"

"it will, promise" Cass said

I started crying more uncontrollably "I should be the one in the hospital, not her"

Dick put his hand on my back as I cried "mom is gonna be OK. In the meantime, we've got you, Duke. We're here" I just want mom. She must be in so much pain.

Y/N's P. O. V

I hear slow but consistent beeping. I then feel intense pain in my shoulder blade. I groan and then remember the bullet that went through my shoulder. Duke! My husband? The kids? Alfred? How long have I been unconscious?

"Y/N" Bruce softly said

I open my eyes to see, my handsome husband. He lovingly kisses my forehead.

"how are my children? Alfred?" I ask softly with a soft wince

"their safe but concerned for you. Alfred is insisting that you are grounded for a month" I chuckled softly, so protective. Bruce's face drops sympathetically

"what?" I ask with a worried tone

He grunted "Duke and his girlfriend are no longer together"

"Aww no!" my heart sinks. I try to get up but my husband stops me

"no" he ordered

I scoff laying back down "is he OK?"

Bruce grunts "I would know if your children would trust me"

I hold my smile back, I then sigh "I need to see him, I need to see all of my family"

He kisses my lips and then parts "I know"

With my injured shoulder bandaged and in a sling I sit in the back seat with Damian. Bruce driving to the Manor. Dami had his head rested on my uninjured arm. It was when less eyes would see that, he'd show any affection to me. As Bruce parked in the garage.

"do not open the door!" Damian demanded

"ok sweetie" I replied

"tt, I hate it when you call me that!"

Damian swiftly moved away from me and opened my door. He holds my hand helping me out.

"thanks kiddo"

We step inside "MOM'S HOME!!" I'm instantly hugged by Stephanie. I chuckled kissing her head

"I'm glad you're home"

"me too sweetie" I said softly

Cass runs in "mom" she smiled.

She hugged me gently. I rub her back and kiss her forehead. As we part Dick, Jason and Tim run in. They each smile.

"I'm the oldest I hug her first!" Dick says hugging me first.

"I hugged her first I'm the favorite!" Stephanie exclaimed

"tt you fool's I was with her first therefore I am her favorite" Damian proudly proclaimed

Barbara then rolls in with a, relieving smile.

"it's good to have you all home" I smile to myself. "where's Duke?"

Dick let go's of me "he's been taking a note from Timbers and been a shut in for the last day"

"hey!" Tim offended to Dick's statement, while hugging me.

Then my tallest son bends his knees and hugs me carefully. I hold Babs hand firmly, still remembering when she was not in her wheelchair. I depart from my family to find my missing child. I step up the stairs. I knock on his door gently.

"Duke.. Duke honey it's me, are you ok?" I take a deep breath "I heard what happened.. I just want you to know that I am here for you, I can give you space if you--" the door opens, Duke clings to me carefully "oh kiddo"

He began to cry in my arm. I sympathetically kiss his forehead.

"it hurts mom, you should not have done that"

I rest my cheek on his head and gently rock side to side.

"I know, I'm so sorry about what happened to you. Now you listen to me... I'm going to get hurt sometimes. It's inevitable but I am not going anywhere. I will be right here for every low and every high, in your life"

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mochegato · 3 years

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Calling Dibs

This day was going to be boring, Jason knew that before he agreed to the trip in the first place. ‘Agreed’ is a generous term. ‘Relented’ might be a better term. Regardless, he was in Paris for the next week. He was looking forward to the Louvre and seeing Notre Dame, but he was expected to spend time with his family for a large part of the trip and end with a branch opening party, because those are always so much fun.

He had barely plopped onto the hotel couch when something went flying past the building, crashing into the building down the street in a cacophony of shattered glass and warped metal. “Holy shit!” Jason yelled, jumping up and running to the window to assess the situation. The family looked to each other to see if anyone had a better grasp of the situation. Everyone shared the same confounded expression, before running out on the balcony to check out the situation.

Bruce sighed. This was most definitely not part of the plans. This was supposed to be a relaxing week with the family looking at art for Damian, going up in the Eiffel Tower (and preventing him from jumping off) for Duke, sampling French foods and checking out French fashion for Steph, exploring the catacombs for Tim, attending the ballet for Cass, visiting Notre Dame for Jason, and time together as a family for Dick, with just a side of meetings for him. Superheroing was not one of the scheduled activities.

Bruce opened his mouth to state a plan, but before the words made it past his lips, blurs of red and black swung past them toward the creature that had destroyed the building. It took more than a few minutes for him to finally close his mouth in a resolute line as they watched the two heroes fight. Jason’s mouth stayed open in awe as he watched the red figure expertly dodge and strike the creature. It stayed open until the creature backhanded the red hero into a wall of the building across the street.

The group flinched in sympathy at the sight, all too familiar with the feeling of getting smashed into a building. She fell to the ground in a crouch. Instead of fear, she looked back up with a glare. She jumped away and landed next to her partner in black and seemed to have a conversation before separating. The black hero distracted the creature while she swung further away. It almost seemed like she had run away until they saw her charge at the creature from the side, hitting circles that decorated its body, shattering them like mirrors as she went. With each hit the creature seemed to deflate more, until she hit the last one, a black butterfly emerging from it.

She captured it in her yoyo and released it almost instantly as a white butterfly. She called something out and threw her yoyo up into the air. As soon as she did, a pinkish red wave rushed across the city and suddenly all the damage they had watched with their own eyes, was reset to its previous condition.

They stared, mouths agape again, trying to take in everything they saw. Finally the silence was broken by Jason. “I call dibs!”

“What!” Dick exclaimed. “You can’t just call dibs on someone.”

“I just did,” Jason scoffed. “I call dibs on the red badass. You can have the cat one. Follow B’s footsteps, protégé.”

“You don’t even know if she’s straight. What if she’s into girls?” Stephanie objected. “Maybe they both are.”

Jason stared at her for a second before his eyes narrowed. “Fine. But if she’s anything other than a lesbian or ace, I have dibs. And the cat one is up for grabs.”

“Oh, I’ll grab,” Steph smirked.

“Fine, whatever,” Dick groused, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. “Wasn’t looking for romance this trip anyway.”

“Your libido is not the priority right now. Father, did you bring us here for this?” Damian demanded.

Bruce kept his eyes on the spot where the creature had been a few seconds earlier before turning into a distraught woman. “No, I had no idea. But now that we know, let’s investigate. We’ll find out as much as we can from outside sources and try to meet up with the heroes when we can. If they have a regular patrol, we can try to meet them somewhere. If they don’t, we might have to try to show up discretely at the next attack.” He observed the people below already returning to their normal jobs. “It doesn’t seem like this is too out of the ordinary for everyone, so I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.”

He wasn’t wrong. In fact, they only had to wait until the next night for another akuma to strike. As soon as the akuma was dealt with, they caught up with the Parisian heroes, though in hindsight, they perhaps should have announced their presence a bit more clearly, judging by the way Red Hood was hanging upside down off the side of the building they were on.

“Sorry again,” Ladybug grimaced as she helped pull him back onto the roof.

“No, we shouldn’t have snuck up on you,” Red Hood assured her. “I was just struck too speechless by you to give you a better warning.”

Ladybug blinked at him a few times before turning to the rest of the group and motioning toward Red Hood helplessly. Chat gave her an amused smile. “She tends to have that effect even on the best of us.”

“As Red Hood said, we should have announced our presence more plainly. We likely would have reacted the same if you had snuck up on one of us,” Batman said, taking a step forward.

“We just wouldn’t have looked as kick ass doing it,” Red Hood added, leaning toward Ladybug.

Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him, but allowed him to move closer to her. “Well, you certainly didn’t look ‘kick ass’ falling like that,” she smirked at him.

“I’ll work on how I look when falling, then. I have a feeling I’m going to be falling a lot for you.”

Ladybug narrowed her eyes at him and puckered her lips in an unsuccessful effort to keep them from quirking up. Red Hood’s chest puffed up almost imperceptibly at the sight. Ladybug’s eyes darted over to Batman and back to him. “First, I don’t think you came all the way to Paris just to hit on me. I believe we have other things to talk about. Second, if you’re going to hit on someone, take off the helmet. It’s rude. I can’t read your expressions at all. It puts me at a disadvantage.”

Red Hood quirked his head to the side. “Can’t take the helmet off. Secret identity, you know? B would kill me. If he didn’t the squirt there,” he motioned toward Robin, “would try. But trust me, if you saw my face, you’d swoon. And I assure you, I would have come all the way to Paris if I’d known you were here waiting.”

“But we didn’t know you were here,” Batman cut in harshly. He placed a hand on Red Hood’s shoulder and pulled him back with the others. “We were unaware there was a supervillain in Paris. We’d like to offer assistance, ours and the Justice League’s, but first we should introduce ourselves. I’m Batman. That’s Spoiler, Black Bat, Signal, Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing,” he motioned to each of them in turn as he said their name. “And you’ve met Red Hood.”

Ladybug and Chat nodded to each of them as Batman said their names. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Ladybug. This is my partner Chat Noir.”

“Sorry, we didn’t bring our full team. We would have if we’d known there was going to be a party,” Chat smiled disarmingly.

“We’ll be sure to let you know next time,” Spoiler grinned back at him.

“Can we sit down with you sometime to discuss the situation?” Red Robin interrupted whatever Chat was about to respond with. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but we weren’t planning on staying in town too much longer. Not that we haven’t been enjoying our time here. And we’ve definitely enjoyed watching you work. You have got some really good moves.”

“Oi,” Jason interrupted, smacking him in the shoulder. “I called dibs.”

“Dibs?” Ladybug quirked her head to the side and scrunched up her nose in such an adorable way Jason let out an almost inaudible choke. Quiet enough that only Red Robin, letting out an almost as silent scoff, and Chat Noir, with his enhanced hearing, heard him. Chat zeroed in on him with a knowing smirk. He rested his arm on his baton and got into a comfortable position leaning against it, waiting for the entertainment. “What is ‘dibs’?” Ladybug continued, oblivious to the dynamic between the three.

Chat’s smirk grew. “Dibs, M’lady, is when you claim first rights to do something.”

Ladybug stared at him for a few seconds as she put together what he was implying. Her head whipped around to Red Hood. Her face was furrowed in an offended scowl. She pointed to herself. “Am I the thing you’re going to do first?”

Jason jerked back at the suggestion as Chat Noir and the rest of his family, sans Batman and Robin, started laughing. “No! No, no, no. No. Not�� No.” He waved his arms desperately. “Not that. I…” He took a breath and glared at his family to get them to shut up, expecting them to know he was glaring harshly under his helmet. “I just get to be the first to try to impress you.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “You want to impress me? Do something impressive. And I don’t date as a superhero, so you’re going to have to impress civilian me. Good luck with that.”

Chat gave Red Hood a patronizing grin. “You’re going to need it,” he singsonged. He looked back and forth between Ladybug and Red Hood a few times, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He swung his baton over his shoulders and rested his arms over it. “But then again, she is the embodiment of luck so, maybe she just gave it to you.”

Ladybug’s head whipped back to him and she narrowed her eyes at him in warning. He smiled innocently back at her as if he hadn’t just been meddling in her love life… again. He needed to meddle in his own instead. Although, with the way Spoiler kept eying him, maybe it was already taken care of. “Anyway,” she said loudly, bringing the focus back to the topic at hand. “Tonight isn’t good. We both have early mornings tomorrow. But tomorrow night should work. How about meeting here tomorrow at 22h?”

“Okay, now that that is settled, I have a very important question,” Spoiler spoke up. Signal groaned next to her, preparing for whatever her question was going to be. “Where is the best place to get some French treats?” Batman let out a deep sigh. “What! I came to France to eat amazing French food and shop French fashion. They live here. They should know the good places to go.”

Chat straightened up immediately and sent Ladybug a feral grin. “You don’t say…”

“Chat,” Ladybug hissed warningly.

“They’re just asking for advice,” he answered in his most exaggeratedly innocent voice he could muster. “You wouldn’t want to deprive them of the best food in Paris. Would you, M’lady?” The devilish grin in his eyes was a complete contrast to the innocent voice. He turned back to the bats, the picture of politeness. “The absolute best place to get pastries in Paris is Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie on Rue Gotlib. It’s amazing. I recommend trying… everything. And it just so happens their daughter is one of the most amazing designers in… anywhere.”

Spoiler grinned at him. “A man after my own heart. Thanks, Kitty Cat. I’ll take that under advisement. And do you also frequent there?”

Chat blushed slightly and looked away quickly, but not before Ladybug saw the reaction and smirked at him. “Yes, he does,” she assured Spoiler. “He frequently frequents there.”

“And what about you?” Red Hood interjected, leaning toward Ladybug again, much to Batman’s chagrin.

“Are you kidding? She’s the reason I found it in the first place. I swear she’s there daily,” Chat grinned.

“Ooh, Kitty Cat, you sure know the way to a girl’s heart,” Spoiler purred at him. Chat’s cheeks burned red, but didn’t look away from her this time.

Ladybug pursed her lips in annoyance at his romantic interference but quickly smoothed out at the sight of his blush. A smile was back on her face when she turned back to the Bats, eyes lingering a bit longer on Red Hood before moving to Batman. “Anyway, we will see you again tomorrow. But Chat, maybe you should get an idea of what Spoiler likes so you can bring treats for her to the meeting tomorrow. I have to go though.” She waved at the bats before turning to Chat with a wink. “Have a good night.”

Red Hood stepped forward before she jumped away. “You don’t want to know what I like for tomorrow?” he asked huskily.

She looked up at him with a sultry smirk. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you like. Sweet dreams.”

Red Hood watched her jump away. “Oh they will be,” he whispered to himself.

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Marinette had been apprehensive all morning. Every time the bell above the door rung, she braced for the bats. She let out a relieved breath as a man walked in by himself. She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure the group would come in together. She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but somehow she was confident of it. The man blinked a few times at her before smiling charmingly at her.

And damn if that smile couldn’t melt ice. She let out another breath, this one to calm her cheeks. She smiled at him, warmer than her regular customer service smile. “Can I help you, monsieur?”

“Do you, by any chance, have a bowl or something I can put some water in?” he asked awkwardly in barely accented French. The cocked head and curious look Marinette gave him prompted him to continue. “I wanted to… there’s this stray dog outside and he looks like he needs some water.”

American, she noted… with dimensions roughly matching Red Hood’s. And oh God, those muscles weren’t just the suit. Well fuck. Guess she did give him some luck after all. “Of course he’s fucking Adonis hot,” she muttered under her breath, but apparently not quietly enough. He smirked at her and chuckled.

Marinette’s eyes snapped up to him and she blushed furiously at having gotten caught. She took a deep breath and smiled back at him. “Blonde with a dark stripe down his back?” He nodded at her, a surprised look on his face. “That’s Éclair. He’s a local stray. An absolute sweetheart. Here, let me get the bowl I usually use for him.” She rushed to the back and came back with a filled dog bowl and some pancetta. “Can you give him this too, please? I usually do, but I’ve been stuck inside most of the morning.”

He gave her another ice meltingly brilliant smile and nodded in thanks.

She tensed at the next man who walked in, not really knowing why she was apprehensive. Red Hood was already there. She gave him her customer service smile even as her eyes darted out the window to watch Red Hood feeding Éclair. She could imagine the hearty laugh he let out when Éclair leaped up to lick his face. She smiled at the sight.

“Excuse me,” the man stepped into her line of sight.

She immediately turned to focus on him, regretfully tearing her eyes away from Red Hood and Éclair. “Yes, monsieur. Sorry about that. How can I help you?”

The man looked her up and down and leaned toward her. “I was looking for something sweet. Maybe you could help me.”

She cringed internally, but gave him a strained smile as she leaned away. “Of course, sir. We have a lot of sweet treats. Maybe you can look over the petit fours, éclairs, macarons, and tartlets. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“I have a question already,” the man gave her a leering smile. “Are any of the treats as sweet as you?”

She gave him a flat look and took a step back. She almost missed the door chime ringing. “I assure you, monsieur, you would find me far from sweet. Let me know when you’re ready to order.” She turned away and started wiping the counter instead.

Red Hood took the opportunity to step up to her and pass the bowl back to her. “Thank you. He looked very happy after the treats.”

Marinette blinked at him a few times and looked down at the bowl unmoving for a few seconds before the reason clicked for her. “Right,” she answered, louder than she meant to, as she took the bowl. “Can I get you anything?”

“What do you recommend?” he asked as he moved to block the other man’s line of sight to her.

She smiled appreciatively at him. Maybe he was impressive after all. “You looking for something sweet or savory? We have great bread, but if you’re looking for a treat, I would recommend an assortment of eclairs. It just seems apropos. Honestly, I think it’s all good, but I’m a bit biased.” She leaned in as if confiding a secret and winked at him.

He chuckled and nodded. “That is definitely something to consider.” He side eyed the other man in the store. “I’ll take a look around I think. Figure out what it is I want.”

Marinette nodded and gave him an understanding smile. She turned to the other man. “Have you decided, monsieur?”

The man made a show of looking around. “Are you on the menu? Because I definitely know what I’m interested in,” the man answered, leering at her again.

Marinette gave the man a flat look. It was not the first time she’d heard the line. She didn’t get it as much as waitresses, but still, it was a tired line… from a married man… that she had already turned down. “No, sir. I’m not on the menu,” she answered curtly, “because we are not a brothel, which are illegal in Paris, I might add. However, a quick internet search will direct you to the areas of the city where you can find that kind of menu items. If you would like one of the pastries, please let me know which ones you would like, otherwise, please leave.”

“I’m not good enough for you, but you’ll flirt with him,” he motioned toward civilian Red Hood.

“First, I get to choose who I’m interested in and that isn’t you. Second, he,” she motioned toward civilian Red Hood, “called dibs on flirting with me. Now either order or leave.”

The man huffed and left, trying to slam the door on the way out. The door closed with a gentle thud. Marinette rolled her eyes. “Sorry about that, monsieur. Are you ready to order?” She sent him an apologetic smile.

Jason stared at her for a few beats trying to figure out if her previous words meant anything. She could have just said that because the guy was an asshole. It could be a coincidence. And her partner could have sent him here purely because they had really good food. “Oh, um… what do you recommend I take?” he asked again absentmindedly, his mind still on how likely it was that it was all a coincidence.

Marinette smiled innocently at him. “Me out.”

Jason looked at her wide eyed. “What?”

“You asked what I recommended you take. I recommend you take me out,” she shrugged nonchalantly, but the grin was devilish.

Jason opened his mouth and closed it again. “Any other day, beautiful. Any other day I’d say yes, but I’m kind of working on someone else and I’m a one woman man.”

Marinette looked at him for a few seconds, a brilliant smile beaming at his response.

“Thanks for helping out, Sweetie,” her mom called coming from the back room. “I think we have it covered now. Oh,” she looked up at Jason, then at Marinette’s smile, and back to Jason. She smirked at the two. “I think you should be able to take off now, get to your real job.”

Marinette nodded and took her apron off, stowing it under the counter. “Thanks, Maman.” She leaned up and kissed her cheek before making her way around the counter. Jason turned to her as she walked out, watching her as she moved. She paused a few feet in front of him. “I have to admit, you impressed me after all.”

She smiled sweetly at him before moving to the door. She turned back at the last second, twirling to face him. “But you flirted much better with the helmet.” She winked at him and disappeared through the door.

Her mom chuckled before clearing her throat. “Anything I can help you with, dear?”

Jason turned to her blankly, still processing what Marinette had said, after a second he smiled and rushed to the door. “No, thank you ma’am. I have some dibs to collect on.”

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One week.

One week without her brother is all it took to break her patience.

No, she didn’t break away from her story with the press release that happened literally two days after she started school.

No, what finally broke her was what the students did to her brother, specifically this group of five that were intentionally seeking out places she was that in order to talk about her family.

Sure, she understood why they talked about Damian, he is Gotham's Ice Prince, the person you do not want to get on the bad side of.

But moments that she wasn’t with him, people spoke awfully about him. And mostly about how he was born as a bastard child.

She pretty much assumes that when she’s not around they speak the same about her.

Both of them were conceived without his knowledge, until years later. Sure, it hurts to hear them talk about her dad like that.

But she also understands it to an extent.

Brucie Wayne, is an act he puts up. Brucie Wayne is a playboy the longer someone plays the playboy people, will come to the conclusion of him having several unknown children.

However, she also knows Brucie Wayne is a cover for her father, in the past twenty years or so since the time he pretty much became Batman, Brucie Wayne has been a cover. So much so that even the media plays into.

But what she can’t stand are the remarks her 'peers' make about her little brother, about all her siblings.

The remarks that, she is technically the older biological child. But that she still deserves a chair in the company. She is so mad that they are dismissing all of Tim's work he's put into the company. That they are dismissing her brothers just because she is the first-born biological child, that she should be the next C.E.O. People talk over him as if he isn’t there.

They talk about Jason, how he is the troubled child. That he ruins their father's name.

That Dick is just a novelty for Bruce. The first child he decide to adopt. That he’s no more than that, Bruce Wayne’s first ward.

She hates that they call Cassandra a basket case because she won’t talk.

Or how Duke is yet another charity case, simply because of his skin color.

They forget about her because she looks so American, so white, so European.

They forget that she is part Chinese, because she has such big blue eyes, fair skin, and dark black hair just like her father.

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So back to school.

Damian was on assignment with the Teen Titans, so she was going to school alone. They said something about Damian getting an awful constant 103 fever, they didn’t want to risk anyone else to catch what he had.

So, she did what she usually did, she went outside like usual during lunch. When all of a sudden, the group of five kids in her year 'seemed' to be strolling past.

She thinks it’s still hasn’t sunk in that there’s a new Wayne. Or that they know but want to haze her. Because they are openly bashing her little brother.

"I’m sorry, but what did you just say." She stood up and looked at them.

"Well not that it’s any of your business, but Damian is such a menace, he is practically a terrorist." One of the boys started.

"Have you seen how angry he gets, I swear he could blow up the school, and he’ll still get let back in." A girl butt in.

"He’s already been expelled twice, but they keep letting him back in because he’s Bruce Wayne’s son." The final boy spoke rolling his eyes and she lost it.

She grabbed him, pulled him towards her, gave him a quick punch in the nose. Forcing him to reel back stumbling away from her.

"Let’s get one thing straight." She spoke, hands clenched in fists. "My baby brother isn’t a terrorist. He may be a menace, but he’s not a terrorist. Can any of you actually tell me the reasons why he got expelled."

Silence, pure silence was heard from the entire group.

"No, you can’t. Because like you said it’s none of your goddamn fucking business." At this point her French accent was slipping into her words, because she was getting really mad. She had to physically dig her nails into her palms to stop her magic from exploding.

"So why don’t you all just mind your own fucking business and maybe pay attention who you’re talking about, around who."

The entire group turned and ran, their tails between their legs and they scrambled to get away from her. She may have been known as the approachable Wayne between the two twins, but they messed with her brother. And they really didn’t know what they were talking about.

As soon as, the bell rang to end lunch her name came across the intercom. She grabbed her things and walked to the office knowing full well what was about to happen.

What she didn’t expect that out of all the people that would have been called the person who showed up was Jason.

If she had to cover the ever-growing grin on her face, or else the adults may have figured out that this was the wrong brother to call.

"We are so sorry to have called you today Mr. Todd-Wayne, but we have to discuss your sister’s behavior." The principal spoke as both of them sat down.

"Ok I'll hear you out, but after you explain what happened she will. And neither of you guys can interrupt the other got it. So, go." He pointed at the principle.

"Your sister has been accused of physical assault of another student."

"Is this true?" He turned to her.

"Yes." She answered.

"Why?" Jason asked as he rubbed his hands down his face.

She knows he has a shit eating grin that was slowly going to be spreading across his face, because his aura was almost giddy.

"You see they’ve not only been talking shit about Damian but Tim, Duke, Cass, Dick, and even you. If you want, I have several forms of video tape and audio proof if you’d like to see those."

"But let’s get back on point. We believe that you may have broken his nose."

"Okay, but I am not going to apologize, seeing as I was protecting my little brother, who is not here to defend himself."

She looked over to her brother and the ass had a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

"Why don’t I sign my sister out for the rest of the day, you know what, what about the whole

week, because I'm assuming suspension is an option?"

The principal however didn’t know how to react to Jason, so he absentmindedly pushed a stack of papers towards Jason and pointing to where he was to sign and initial. And then allowed them to leave.

"We’re not telling Bruce, are we?" She asked quietly.

"Not unless you want to deal with that right now?"

"No."

"Then let’s see how far we can get from Gotham."

"Yes please." She enthusiastically nodded her head, as they left the city.

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you know how dc keeps forcing this sudden "we're a family" narrative out of nowhere? I'd love batfam content but years of hurt among them make the recent content seem unearned.

bc you know more about dick and jason than the others, how do you think they would realistically become family to each other, or would it even be in character for them to be the "bros" they're written as now?

Oh anon, this question is amazing, I love it! I saw it when I woke up and since then my brain has been brewing this answer, I was thinking about it as I brushed my teeth and as I was making breakfast, and now I am ready to give you the answer, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking/writing about it!

DC keeps forcing the wrong relationships, and they keep forcing the wrong centre of this supposed family, they make it out to be the Bat-Family when in reality the Bat (Bruce) should have never been invited to this party.

This is why I give you the… Dick-Family!

Oh yeah baby, I am going there. Dick is the centre of this “family”, he is the guy who is actually connected with everyone, he has been around for so long and he has been present when almost all of the remaining characters were introduced! Bruce might have come first but that guy has nothing on Dick Grayson.

Dick has cared and loved for everyone in this family in a true and beautiful way, no matter how much fanon and DC try to tell us otherwise. This man was an amazing son to Bruce and Alfred (my love for Alfred and Dick is brought to you by @hood-ex), a fantastic brother to Jason, Tim and Cass as well as a phenomenal father/older brother to Damian.

Dick Grayson is the centre of this whole thing, and thanks to DC now being an Omniverse I will be able to explain my line of thoughts. But first let me clear some ideas up.

The way I see it Jason would only get along good enough with Dick. I am not here for Jason and Tim having brunch together (honestly, Lobdell, what were you thinking), Jason never cared for Tim, and then writers that didn’t know how the Red Hood worked made him try to kill Tim so, to me, that relationship is non-existent, Jason doesn’t really perceive Tim (yet).

Jason and Damian, listen, I know that there is this fanon theory that Jason knew and cared for Damian while he was in the League, but that is just fanon talk and it doesn’t really fit in canon either. Jason wasn’t really capable of doing much other than fight, and after he was put in the Lazarus Pit he either had to leave because Ra’s wanted to kill him or Talia took him to the All-Castle. So, Jason’s only real interactions with Damian would be when Jason was written as a crazy, blood thirsty dude that actually tried to harm a child. So, him and Damian wouldn’t really have a good relationship (yet).

Jason and Cass… that’s just a no. Jason and Barbara, I mean Barbara was older than Dick when she first met Jason, so they wouldn’t have much of a relationship.

Now, lets move on to how I will make the Dick-Family work.

Dick (bless him) actually talks and listens to people, unlike Bruce, so the change would start there. Let’s set the timeline, I will stand right after the events of Under the Red Hood. Bruce just chose saving Joker over letting Jason kill the Joker and the building they were in exploded.

Batman keeps on being himself (trash) and Jason, having survived the explosion, moves on to keep on building his empire. He really wants to control the drug trade in Gotham, so he works on that, he slowly but surely takes his place as a drug lord again and is a constant pain in Black Mask’s ass.

While Jason is doing that, Dick is trying to put together his life after Bludhaven was attacked with Chemo. Let’s say that Bludhaven isn’t completely erased from the map but he does have to leave so the city can be re-built. He goes to Gotham, where the Red Hood works.

Let’s say that Alfred told Dick who was under the Red Hood, so Dick being a good brother goes looking for Jason. Their first interaction out of the mask wouldn’t be nice, Jason barely remembers his life before the pit and he really is convinced that Dick is the absolute worst.

But then Jason being a nosy man would make an appearance, for some reason, let’s say that he hacks into the Batcave and when he does that he finds some footage… The footage in question would be the one which shows Bruce punching Dick and sort of blaming him for Jason’s death. (Oh yeah, I am going there). The footage will make a memory come to mind, Dick taking Jason on a skying trip.

So, the next time that Dick and Jason see each other is because Jason went looking for Dick and here is where these two actually talk. The way I see it, Dick is more flexible with the no killing rule, he has worked many times with people that are villains or that just have different ways of doing things. So, I think that he would understand where Jason’s coming from with his ideas. As they begin to understand one another Jason begins to recover more and more memories from before the Pit.

They get together once a week and they chat about life as well as vigilante stuff. They become friends.

At the same time Dick is also very good friends with Tim and also acts like the amazing big brother he is with him. They chat, they sometimes work together and one day they come across a very complicated situation involving a new drug being introduced in Gotham.

Dick would call Jason and now both of them and Tim are reunited in a safe house working together so this new drug doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. Jason and Tim wouldn’t really like each other. Both of them are there for Dick and because they have to get the job done.

That’s how I see Dick forming the Dick-Family unconsciously. Hell, I will introduce Barbara now. Do you guys remember that in UtRH Barbara was mad with Bruce and didn’t want to work with him but she was still in contact with Dick? Well, I am using that so it can fit my narrative.

Dick, Jason and Tim need more intel so Dick calls Oracle (real Oracle) and because Barbara trusts Dick she works with them.

Here is where it gets interesting, through Barbara, Dick meets Cass, through Tim he meets Stephanie. You see that Dick’s connections are leading him to form a group of people. Cass and Stephanie are trained by Babs and Dick and they become the new Batgirls.

As all of that keeps developing Jason and Dick become “partners in crime” they help each other, they start building a brotherly relationship again. Although Jason refuses to say that out loud.

Then comes in Damian, a difficult child if there has ever been one but he has Bruce so Dick doesn’t have to jump in that fast… right?

Oh brother! Bruce is dead (omg what would we do? Battle for the cowl maybe? No!). with Bruce gone there is only one person who can take his place and everyone knows it has to be Dick.

Dick would feel a lot of things as he is taking Bruce’s place as Batman but he has a group of people ready to back him up (Alfred, Jason, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph), and he also has to take care of Damian, he is a child and with his father gone then maybe his mother would want to take him back to the League of Assassins, Dick obviously doesn’t want that so he talks to Tim and tells him that he sees him as his equal and that he has a plan to make Damian stay and it involves making Damian his new Robin.

Tim would obviously be sad and a little hurt, but he understands Dick’s decision because they talked about it and Dick actually took the time to explain why he was doing what he was doing (really DC half of the problems you guys come up could be fixed in seconds if people would only take some time to just TALK!).

Dick and Damian work as Batman and Robin and Dick starts assuming the position of his father. They would live with Alfred in the penthouse and maybe Tim will join them from time to time (when he wasn’t busy with Young Justice/Teen Titans stuff). Slowly Dick and Damian will become the Dynamic Duo that we love today.

So, Dick would have his own Robin, Oracle (who is also managing her own team with Black Canary and (why not) the Batgirls), Red Robin and Red Hood working with him if he needs them. They are always a call away. Jason is the most difficult to reach and he will only involve himself in that kind of drama if its about controlling the drug trade or scaring the living shit out of some very shady people.

So, Red Hood wouldn’t be working with the new (and improved) Batman but Jason would hang out with Dick sometimes.

From there they build up. Dick renovates Arkham Asylum and makes it work they way that it is supposed to work. He might also recruit Catwoman when he needs someone really sneaky, they have known each other for so long, I bet Selina loves Dick, she would certainly help him out.

But as all things do, this happy and well-connected Dick-Family is disrupted when Bruce comes back, he inserts himself slowly back into his role as Batman and as he does that Dick starts to move away from it.

But Dick’s connections are strong and well cared for, so, even when he goes back to Bludhaven and starts fresh (again) as Nightwing those connections remain. Oracle still gives him intel, Robin and Red Robin come over to Bludhaven to patrol, maybe they even have their own rooms at Dick’s place.

With Bludhaven functioning again, all of the terrible people that were working there also come back, maybe some of them never left and they have been corrupting the city from its very core. So, when Jason tells Dick that he would like to expand his operations to Bludhaven, Dick says yes, as long as Jason keeps him updated on his work and also lets him know what is going on.

I think it works! What do you guys think so far?

From then on with the whole Dick-Family being connected and strong I think they can actually act and solve their problems as a family. All those arcs that didn’t work very well because Bruce was in the middle of it being a jerk, I think they will work if Dick is at the centre of it. Let’s say that Bruce hid the fact that Joker knows their identities and all that, with such a strong family the second that the Joker tries to manipulate Jason into believing that he created him, Dick will come out of the shadows and shut that bullshit down. If Joker tries to do something to the Circus, then the Birds of Prey and the Robins will be there in seconds helping Dick.

The Court of Owls, those little shits wouldn’t stand a chance against this team, this force of nature! Jason would be the one working from afar because you know my boy wouldn’t be subjected to the “no-killing” rule but if he does it, he has to do it away from the children (Damian) and away from Cass, if he doesn’t want to know real trouble. (He probably arranged those things with Dick a long time ago and he is happy with it).

Now, please forgive me but for angst reasons I will actually let the events of, Batman Incorporated #8, Forever Evil, Nightwing #30 and Spyral run its course.

Let me explain, after Damian’s death Dick holds the Dick-Family together, as well as Bruce because he is amazing like that, but then after Dick supposedly dies, things change just a little bit. Jason would retreat back to his own corner because the only thing attaching him to the Dick-Family was Dick but he would also keep his eyes open and he might also have a direct line with Oracle if things go south.

Aside from Jason, I do see the others working on keeping their connections intact. When Damian eventually returns the land of the living, I can see all of them coming together even more because that’s what Dick would have wanted.

And then Dick will come back from Spyral and here is where the Dick-Family will show the “Bat-Family” why its superior to it in every aspect possible.

The Dick-Family will notice that something must have happened, Dick would never play dead and leave them like that, but Dick loves Bruce and he doesn’t want to tell them the truth, Bruce has no memories now and his family doesn’t deserve that kind of drama BUT Jason and Tim are suspicious, they know Dick at this point and they trust him so they firmly believe that he is hiding something to protect someone. And here is where life repeats itself. Let’s review the Batcave’s footage, yes, I did it again, I just love the fact that Bruce has footage of himself being the absolute worst to his kids, how does DC not use it! Anyway, Tim and Jason find the footage from the events of Nightwing #30 and suddenly the Dick-Family have their “Dick defence squad” jackets on and they are ready to party.

After all that Bruce eventually gets his memories back and he is held accountable for his actions. Also, around this time the events of Robin War would have already happened so Duke is also introduced. Dick lets him join and all that, and then Duke and Cass become besties and they work together.

And yeah, as Rebirth comes closer the Dick-Family would be more united than ever.

The end.

That is how I would have done it. But this way is slow, and DC wouldn’t be able to monetize it as much as they would want.

Jason wouldn’t be giving hugs and calling everyone their brother or sister, he will only get along with Dick and he would be professional with everyone else.

Tim and Damian would get along but they wouldn’t go for ice cream together on a sunny day. Steph and Damian would and so would Cass and Tim or Cass and Duke.

Oracle would work with Dick and the others as a side thing because her main thing would be the Birds of Prey, this time with Helena too.

Alfred would spend his time with Bruce but he would also be very aware of Dick and his influence on everyone around them. Bruce eventually would be integrated to the Dick-Family because Dick is a sweetheart but Dick would also make Bruce follow his rules, Dick is a little bean but he is also the most badass person in the room (whichever room) so you better listen to what he has to say.

The Dick-Family would be something that grows silently and doesn’t need a “Joker War” in order for them to be there for each other, they would try their best each step of the way and they will talk things out when mistakes are made.

This is the way that I see this family dynamic working.

I would even go as far as to say that Talia can be part of the Dick-Family because she is connected to three people, Dick, Damian and Jason.

Dick is the person with most connections in the DC Universe, the Titans, the Justice League, Deathstroke, they all have connections to this treasure of a man. If he needs help in Gotham or Bludhaven then he can call people from the “first circle”, if things are beyond a “street level” threat them he can call the Titans and if shit really hits the fan, Clark and the others are a call away.

Anyway, this was unnecessarily long, I am sorry about it but I am also not because I really don’t know how to answer your question without going on a long rant.

In conclusion the Bat-Family doesn’t work and sadly it wouldn’t work no matter how much they force it. These people don’t have connections, Bruce is not able to make connections between people. And DC has erased entire relationships that Dick used to have. I mean, they got rid of Dick and Tim being close brothers just so they could give us a shitty brunch between Tim and Jason? Only yesterday we saw a true and beautiful interaction between Dick and Damian.

DC is handling the “Bat-Family” in all the worst possible ways. It just doesn’t work.

They should have used Dick all those years ago and they shouldn’t have destroyed Jason’s characterization with Lobdell’s ideas.

So, sadly, my dear anon, I don’t see the Bat-Family as a in character thing for any of these people as they are written currently, but I hope that you enjoyed my version of it. May the Dick-Family bring everyone who reads about it a little joy!

#Dick-Family #Jason Nation #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #robin #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dc comics #jason todd #asksss

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.

"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph

"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria

"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.

"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph

"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley

"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.

Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.

"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria

"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria

"Thanks." Maria

•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•

"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table

"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.

"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood

"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug

"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.

"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony

"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood

"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony

"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee

"What else can she do Tony." - Batman

"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony

"Anything else?" - Batman

(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony

As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.

"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria

"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.

After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.

•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•

Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.

"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien

"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé

"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg

"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"

"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg

"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé

"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg

"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien

"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.

"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter

"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg

Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"

•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•

So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.

"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin

"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony

•—–· Back to the girls ·–—•

The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.

"Hide!" - Steph

"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley

"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara

As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.

"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened

"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman

"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.

"Should we start heading out?" - Maria

"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara

"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria

"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute

•—–·–—•

Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.

"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara

"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley

"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria

"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara

Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.

"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"

•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•

The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.

"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman

"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle

"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood

"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle

"We're on our way." - Batman

They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.

•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•

So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.

"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow

"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley

"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.

As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.

As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.

And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.

"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila

All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.

"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila

The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.

"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila

Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)

"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria

Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.

"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow

She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.

Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.

"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.

"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley

As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.

"We'll take it from here." - Batman

"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley

Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.

If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.

•—–·†·–—•

Chapter 6 complete! Hope you'll liked it, and are havin' a fantabulous day, stay safe and rock all those positive vibes. !BUG-OUT! 🐞💮🐞

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021 - October 14th - Beaten

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

AO3

Warnings: Dami whump and Jason angst. hostage situations.

Gift fic for @trashcollectshere

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This couldn’t have gone more wrong. Jason should have known better than to assume a mission would go by with flying colors for once in his life. It was supposed to be a simple intel mission, sneak in and sneak out with whatever useful information he could get his grubby hands on.

He just didn’t expect Damian to want to tag along, that’s all. And really, Jason’s constant teasing of the small-fry is more just… weird brotherly bonding. In reality, Jason knows Damian is very smart and very capable--and the more months that go by, the easier it is for Jason to work one-on-one with the squirt. Jason hates to admit it now, but truly he does see Damian as his little brother, so why would he turn the kid down from a simple intel mission partner-up? Kid was frustrated with his dad for whatever reason Jason’s sure Bruce deserves, and it’s not like Dick or Tim are in town to take him out to let him work out his pent up frustrations.

Sure, Cass and Duke are in town, but… well… it kinda felt good that Damian went to him first to ask to partner together for a patrol. No matter what people say, Jason’s sure he’s never been the top choice for something like this. Kid wants to spend time with him first compared to any of his available options and it strokes his fragile-ego, okay?

How could he say no to that?

He should have said no. Because the mission went wrong because of gosh-diddly-darn course it did. And it wasn’t even Damian’s fault they got caught. It was all on Jason. He thought the warehouse he was checking out would be more empty than it was, and when he and Damian barged in they were met with dozens of goons with more guns than what Jason could confidently protect himself and Damian from. He was forced to raise his hands in surrender, as did Damian who looked livid as hell, while goons began to disarm them and then zip-tie their hands in front of them so they could be seen.

That’s another thing that Jason didn’t expect to happen tonight. These goons are smart, and smart goons are about as dangerous on their own as they are with whatever boss they’re working with. In this case, it’s Penguin. Which makes this whole thing one million times worse.

At least he knows they won't die here. Penguin doesn’t like it when his associates do big things like kill a bat without his permission, and if he did give permission he’d like to watch the execution himself. Which he can't do because Penguin is in Europe for whatever reason… which is also why Jason chose to gather intel here tonight in the first place.

“What do we do with them?” Asks a goon, and the one besides him shrugs.

Another, one who carries more authority in his stance compared to the others, steps up to Jason and regards them with a glare over his neck gaiter. Damian meets the glare. “We can’t kill them… but we also can’t bring them with us,” the leader says, confirming Jason’s suspicions that as long as Penguin isn’t in Gotham, his goons won’t use lethal force. The leader turns towards his associates and puts his hands on his hips. “Tell me, what’s something the sidekicks of a bat care more about than a mission?”

Silence, and the leader grins under that mask. Jason can tell by the rise of his cheekbones.

“Each other.”

Before Jason can try and guess what they mean by that, the leader spins around and grabs Damian by the bicep and jerks him away from Jason; sending him stumbling into the arms of a big and dimwitted looking man with arms rivaling tree-trunks.

“Hey!” Jason shouts, making to stand up from where he’s been forced to kneel, but the leader turns towards him and grins.

“You choose, Hood. Either we shoot the kid in the legs, or we beat the hell out of him with a pair of fists.”

Jason feels his blood go cold.

“Wh-”

“Choose quickly, Hood, or I’ll choose for you.”

The leader starts counting down from ten, and Jason suddenly cannot think. He tries to. Does his damnedest to. But he can’t come up with anything. His wrists are restrained in front of him so he can’t try to escape without twenty or so armed goons noticing him do so. The big goon also has Damian in his grasp, two giant hands wrapping around both of Damian’s arms. Damian has a twisted look to his face like he’s already preparing himself to take bullets to the legs.

“Three…” The leader says, looking entirely too smug. His hand is too close to the gun on his belt. “Two-”

“Fine,” Jason snaps, causing the leader to pause with a smirk. Jason wishes his helmet was off just so this bastard can see just how hard Jason’s glaring at him. “I’ll choose, under one condition.”

Thankfully, the leader looks more intrigued at the question and anything. He raises an eyebrow, inviting Jason to continue. Bitch-ass. Jason hates him already.

“Obviously I don’t want the kid to be shot,” Jason starts slowly, taking note of the way Damian’s shoulders relax just a bit in the restraining hold the big guy has on him. “But if I choose the second option, I get to choose who does the job.”

Some of the group of goons shift angrily, like they all want a go at a literal fourteen year old, but the main reason Jason needs this is that Jason can’t trust any one of these assholes to not accidentally kill Damian. Especially the big guy who’s holding Damian standing in place.

The leader must notice the metal in Jason’s voice, as he turns towards the big goon and throws his head back in a handful of short, amused chortles.

“Okay!” He says, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “But choose quickly, because I don’t have all day.”

“Don’t worry, I already have someone in mind.”

The leader tilts his head curiously, and Jason silently prays to whatever gods that don’t hate him that this will work out.

“Me.”

The whole warehouse seems to go quiet enough for a pin to drop. For a second, Jason thinks his grand loop-hole will be denied, but the leaders cheekbones rise and a few of the other goons chuckle softly like Harley’s hyenas.

Clearly, the idea of a bat beating up one of their own is more amusing to these assholes than doing the job themselves.

“Okay, Hood,” the leader says, bending down and taking a switch-knife to Jason’s zip-tied hands. “But if you pull your punches too much, I'll shoot your legs and pull you out for our big guy to finish the job.”

Jason slowly stands up and rubs his wrists. “Save it.”

Jason will do anything to make sure his baby brother isn’t permanently harmed by heartless bastards working for a Gotham Rogue. He’s beat up his siblings before… he can do this. He just needs to turn off his feelings a little bit… pretend that Damian is still the spoiled, full-of-himself demon-brat that he was when he first came into the family's lives.

They don’t untie Damian’s hands to give him a chance to defend himself. They just push him forward and soon enough Jason finds himself standing in the center of a circular barrier made by armed men. Damian stands before him, wrists tied in front of him, but his face relaxed. Prepared. Jason can’t see what he’s thinking. The only thing he can be sure of is that Damian prefers a good-ol’ beat-down compared to shot legs. He just has no idea what the kid thinks about Jason doing the unfortunate job himself.

He can’t worry about it too much now. He can’t back out of this.

Jason takes a deep breath and steals his nerves. He knows exactly how to take down an opponent without giving them permanent damage. He knows how to prolong those take downs as well, which judging by the way these goons hover like vultures, they want this prolonged. They don’t want to see Jason purely knock Damian out and call it a day. They want it brutal, and they want it to last. They want bruises, some cuts, the victim eventually curling up on the ground doing everything just to cover their head.

As sick as it’s beginning to make Jason feel… he can do that.

“Sorry, kid,” he says quietly, and Damian’s lips purse.

“Get it over with, Hood.”

If that’s any kind of permission or acceptance at the shitty situation… then Jason will accept it.

The first blow Jason deals is the one that hurts the most. It’s a simple slug against Damian’s jaw, causing the bound boy to stumble—his head snapping to the side. Jason turns on autopilot then, forcing himself to not think about the progress he’s made with the kid… about how pissed everyone will be at him again after this. If he doesn’t force himself to not think, then he’d worry himself sick over what-ifs… going over every little impossible thing he could have done instead to get himself and Damian out of this with as little damage as possible.

Dick and Bruce are going to kill him after this.

He digs his knee into Damian’s stomach after a few calculated and well placed punches, causing Damian to gasp as the force of the blow lifts his boots off the ground for a solid few moments. The goons cheer, and Jason allows himself to wish that he was doing this to one of them instead.

He steps back after winding Damian. His jaw is red and he’s leaning forward slightly; he’s gasping. Then, he spits on the ground and glares at Jason.

“That all you got, Hood? I would almost prefer they switch you out with someone who actually can throw a punch.”

Jason’s sure there’s fire in his eyes under his mask.

He takes that as his final sign to let go. He doesn’t give Damian any more time to recover. He just goes. He can feel bad later. He can hate himself later. For now?

He has to do what must be done.

He’s good at that.

He can’t even keep track of what he’s doing now, all he’s aware of is his knuckles hitting another body, green tinting the edges of his vision. He knows he’s not being lethal… he knows he’s not going to permanently injure the kid, and that’s all that matters to him.

Eventually, he finds that it’s no longer his knuckles hitting Damian, but it’s now his boots. He kicks hard enough to send Damian rolling a few feet, causing the circle of vultures to scramble back with jaunting jeers. Damian doesn’t get back up, just curls up and covers his neck and head the best he can with his restrained hands.

A few more kicks are placed in Damian’s exposed stomach and Jason’s about to straddle the kid and start punching again, but a hand falls on his shoulder… bringing his world to a halt.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Hood,” the leader says, not sounding honest at all. He sounds like he just watched a good show that ended exactly how he expected it. Red Hood has already been known to get into physical fights with the bats here and there. Jason would be a fool to expect anyone to think he’s changed for the better since then. “But if you go more, you might just kill him. Not that I mind, as long as it’s not connected to us.”

“Go,” Jason growls, staring down at the still curled up Damian with his stomach churning. “Or I’ll kill you.”

The leader laughs. Pats his shoulder, then calls to his lackeys to get going. Only a few of them make disappointed sounds. Most sound satisfied. Pleased.

He kneels down next to Damian, afraid to touch him again. He ignores the sounds of tires screeching away, taking the goons and all the evidence they’ve been here with them. Leaving Jason alone.

“Kid?” Jason asks when Damian doesn’t move. Why does his chest hurt so much? He’s breathing. Jason’s positive he hasn’t drawn any blood or hit anywhere he shouldn’t have. “Robin? I need to get you home. You hear me?”

Damian finally responds, slowly bringing his hands away from his face and uncurling. He turns onto his back and lets out a massive groan. “Couldn’t have made that quicker?” Damian smiles tiredly, and Jason’s heart aches.

“I’m sorry,” he says, reaching forward quickly to take Damian’s restraints off.

Damian shakes his head, hissing as it pulls at his bruising skin. The skin Jason bruised. “You did what you had to… to gain the best outcome. I don’t blame you. It could have been worse.”

Jason hates how mature the brat is. He looks right at Jason, and there’s no hatred on his face like Jason almost expects.

There’s irritated skin all over the kid, red and already beginning to bruise. One of his newly freed hands goes down to his ribs, pressing near the bottom left of the cage. Jason desperately hopes he didn’t break anything.

“Jason,” Damian says when Jason stays quiet for too long. His voice is tired and tight. “We need to go home.”

Jason snaps out the incoming self-loathing and shakes his head, hoping to clear his head long enough to just get him home.

“Yeah,” he says smartly.

He sits there stupidly though, unsure of what to do next. After a second too long passes, Damian makes that tch sound he always makes and pushes himself up, using his elbows and hissing against the pain the entire way. “You going to help me or just watch?” He asks through grinding teeth. That spurs Jason into motion, carefully lifting Damian bridal-style into his arms. The kid feels so much smaller than he remembers. He almost wants to throw up.

Damian relaxes against his chest with a too trusting sigh as Jason carries him out of the warehouse and towards Jason’s bike.

“My suit footage was corrupted,” Damian says, suddenly. “I must have turned it off accidentally…”

Jason swallows, the information on the “accident” like a large cow-pill to take down. “Kid…”

“I guess B is gonna have to take our words when we tell him the villains beat me up.”

Jason thins his lips under his helmet and places down on the back of his bike.

He wants to demand why Damian isn’t angry with him. Usually the kid is a spit-fire of raw emotions, never caring to hide his disappointment or anger. Why is he doing this now? Why is he trying to protect Jason from blame? Why isn’t he blaming him or cursing him? Calling him names and shouting at him that he’ll never be a good guy and he’ll never be trusted again?

He drives back to the manor with these thoughts racing through his brain, only half-listening to Damian chat about their cover story… mostly focusing on the thin arms so comfortably wrapped around his chest.

After getting the kid to Alfred and lying to Bruce about the source of the injuries, Jason almost fears Damian’s going to laugh and throw Jason under the bus. But he never does.

Jason’s forced to accept that Damian isn’t angry with him for a handful of bruises and some jostled ribs. As crazy as that is. He’s even gone out of his way to make sure Bruce doesn’t suspect Jason of the attack at the slightest. Bruce even congratulates him on getting Damian out of there safely.

He swears then to be better. A better brother, person, and protector. He wants to feel like he deserves this kindness from Damian… this forgiveness.

He will work towards that.

No matter what.

#damian wayne #jason todd #robin #red hood #dc comics #whumptober2021 #whump #injury tw #hostage situation #jin writes #fanfiction

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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In your wish me away au, does Mari ever return to Paris when she’s older? Maybe some of her old classmates/parents recognize her?if so, how would the reunion go?

She does end up returning to Paris when she's older, specifically 13 the age she became Ladybug, she does it to see how it's changed, how she's changed and to get closure. She of course doesn't go alone, Dick, Jason, and Cassandra go with her since they know the probability of her running into someone she knows is high and they don't want her to have to go through that alone.

When she first gets there she's fine and she shows her siblings her old favorite spots, some she can't show without transforming but they understand why she doesn't want to show them. The risk of Paris seeing her is too high and the questions that would be asked would be too much for her to handle. So she was content on showing them her "ground-level" spots and it was fun. Dick and her took many pictures together, Cassandra too, Jason took some if she pulled her "big-blue's" on him. It was great and they made sure to avoid the 21st arrondissement since that is where Tom and Sabine's bakery is. They had been careful so of course Marietta's luck ran out then and there and they ran into Nino and Alya, who were surprisingly still together. It was hard not to react but Cass had held her hand and it had helped. She knew she wasn't wearing what she used to but she did wear her hair in pigtails like she did when she was Marinette. It was still hard not to react when, out of the corner of her eyes she could see Alya look in their direction, then back at Nino and do a double take back at her.

She knows Tikki told her some people were punished with memories. Specifically memories of her before she was wished away, but it didn't make seeing them any easier on her given she remembered them too. She had to grow up with these memories despite having this other, better life. Wayzz explained it was kind of like kids who remembered their past life's, except she wouldn't grow out of the memories. Apparently, those who didn't wrong her too much in her past life, if they excepted what they did wrong, the memories would fade. She didn't know if that was merciful or not but she was not going to question the Kwami on it, there was no need to anger the tint gods. All of them had made their opinion known, they thought everyone had gotten too soft a punishment. It was that talk that reminded Marietta that the Kwami were gods yes, they liked humanity, liked Earth, but they would ultimately always be morally grey unless something was directly hurting or abusing the Miraculous. Duusuu was still recovering from what Gabriel and Nathalie had done to him.

Mari sighed when she heard the click of a camera because she knew that now, everyone from her past would know about the "Marinette" look alike.

"Hey. Isn't it illegal to take pictures of a minor without their consent?" Jason said loudly in French. Though he wasn't looking at them, Nino and Alya tensed and Mari had to hid her giggle.

From then on they were followed by Alya and Nino. Jason wanted to "teach them a little something" but Dick thankfully reeled him in but she could tell Dick wasn't pleased by the situation either. He even offered to do something about it to, like make a scene and even use their Wayne name, but she refused. Maybe Tikki was getting to her, but she wanted to see how far they'd go. Mari suspected Cass also wanted to see, she was still holding her hand though so she knew Cass wouldn't let them try anything.

Slowly the group of her classmates grew and really Mari wanted to shout at them. Did they think they were being subtle? She was expecting someone to come up to them when they decided to rest and who did they bump into? Andre Glacier himself! They decided to get some ice cream, and Marietta's heart clenched when she saw the ice cream she got was the same it had been that day she had faced Miracle Queen and everytime after. She could hear the not-so-quiet gasps.

Then she gasped and dropped her ice cream when Tom and Sabine marched up to them and Sabine was calling her Marinette and asking how she hadn't aged. Dick hid her behind him and stood to his full height with Jason right beside him while Cass stood beside her holding her to her. Things sounded muffled, mainly because Cass was hugging her to her chest and covering her head with her arms but Mari didn't mind, but she could hear Dick telling them what they think they were doing just coming up to his sister like that and that they must have mistaken her for someone else but Sabine was adamant she was Marinette.

"I birthed her! I think I would remember how my baby looks!"

Apparently her old class decided that would be the perfect time to join in and show Tom and Sabine the picture of her ice cream before it was ruined and next thing she knew she was being grabbed at, and then she heard her dad's voice which was supposed to be in Gotham, and she felt herself being pulled behind someone and when she looked up she recognized Damian's hair and by his stance she guessed he was pointing his katana at someone.

Guess there went her normal day. She didn't even know how they got ther-...Zeta tubes right. Those were a thing.

"You would do well to remember this you leeches. Don't. Touch. My. Sister." Damian growled.

"Damian. Put the katana away. The point still stands that you were putting your hands on my daughter. And from what I heard some of you took photos of her which is illegal is it not?" His words were polite but his tone was cool as ice and Mari had to shake the image of Frozer and Mr. Freeze that fought to be the only image she saw, away.

It took entirely too long to get away from the group and back home but when they did Marietta didn't know why she ever wanted to go back there. And apparently the family can't do anything without being in the spotlight because they made it onto Paris local news and soon basically world news since it wasn't everyday that Gotham's "Princess" was harassed. They would have to do a press conference and Mari hated press conferences but it was needed.

Little did she know her and her family would be getting a visit from a member of the Graham de Vanily family soon. 👀

Hope you enjoyed this small bit anon!

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rick-rayson · 3 years

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Okay after that one Stephanie Brown/Y/n post I made I've been thinking. . .

While Damian is Batman's Robin, Y/n could be Batgirl's Robin! Now I know some people might think "ugh not Batgirl she isn't as cool of a partner as Batman blah blah blah."

And they'd be right.

BECAUSE BATGIRL WOULD BE BETTER.

LITERALLY ANY VERSION OF BATGIRL COULD/WOULD BE AN AMAZING PARTNER AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

If Robin!Y/N worked with Barbara's Batgirl they'd be such a good team. Babs isn't the most easygoing light-hearted person who's worn the cowl but she is definitely the most structured and fixed of them.

Babs has been with the Batfamily since its early days, she's seen Robins come and go and die and come back. So when you come around Babs is keen on keeping you alive god damn it.

She has a schedule made. Patrol for a few hours, constant reports are mandatory at the end. Going out without her is not happening so don't even try.

Okay... She lets you patrol alone sometimes. Sometimes. But do know that she'll always watch over you as much as she can and reports are still expected.

"Patrol time, Y/n." Barb hands you your mask before sitting down on her desk chair. You notice she's getting comfortable, snacking on some food.

"Uhm, Barb, aren't you coming?"

"I thought I'd let you patrol solo tonight. Let you spread your wings without the fear of my scrutiny." Barbara finishes her snack as she gazes upon her computer screen.

"You really trust me?" You ask.

"Of course I do." Babs turns to you with a proud smile, "You're my partner after all."

Just know that she always has a proud smile on her face and a rush of excitement when you accomplish something she's been teaching you.

You're the first to hear her plans because at the end of the day you're her Robin, sure you may be a sidekick at first but Babs wants to help you eventually become her partner. She wants your future to be secure.

The key skill you'd learn from Barbara is Calculation. She's set you up to the point in where you could easily lead your own team of Teen Titans one day.

But with whatever happens, and whatever bigger role you take in the future, Barbara will always see you as her Young Wonder.

Cassandra as Batgirl might be difficult to deal with communication wise, but she is so understanding and patient. However, you may notice early on that she acts without even signaling you.

Unlike Barbara who'd come to see you as a student to an equal, Cass would drill it in at the beginning that you're a sidekick.

This isn't because she doubts your ability, but because she doubts hers.

Babs would probably notice that Cass takes you out of battles and brushes you off to the sidelines so she can go at it alone and that's kinda when big sis Babs talks to the both of you about that.

Babs has a private talk about it with Cassie and when she comes back Cassie gives you a rather awkward shoulder pat before walking off.

A while later though Cassie comes back and gives you papers, some showing pictures of hand signals and what they're for. You never knew but at that moment a promise was made.

You would become Cassandra's Robin, and she'd become your Batgirl.

Your time with Cassandra is different from your time with Barbara in the fact that- whilst Barbara was the one who taught and you were the one that would learn, you come to find that with Cassie it's a learning experience for the both of you.

If someone were to ask you what's the most important thing you learned from Cassandra it would be communication.

Not just verbal communication either. You two would come to work so fluidly that it'd even impress Batman. No words need to be said, not even the slightest physical signal, but the both of you know exactly what the other is trying to communicate and it terrifies your friends and your foes.

Working with Stephanie as Batgirl is- to say the least, the most chaotic and feral partnership you've ever been in and you wouldn't have it any other way.

With Babs you'd learned to be logical and independent, with Cass you'd learned how to observe and report in ways not known to the average person so what could you learn from Stephanie?

"Fun?" You tilt your head, confused as ever.

"Yup! C'mon Lil Wing!" Stephanie smiles at you.

Stephanie was the fourth Robin, so when she learned that you'd become Robin she was ecstatic, but a little disappointed for the fact that you weren't experiencing what she considers one of the most important parts of being Robin.

Exploring your youth. You were already skilled in many things prior to becoming Steph's partner (thanks to Cassie and Babs) but Stephanie was still motivated to teach you something as well.

She knows that balancing your superhero life with your civillian life can be stressful and often times suffocating, so she does her best to make sure that you're having fun.

It's come to a point in where criminals and civillians alike will hear your laughter ring throughout the city of Gotham. This terrifies your enemies and brings relief to both the innocent and Batgirl.

Stephanie became Robin during a troubling time in her childhood, but what brought her the most joy was wearing that yellow cape and swinging through the night. So she wants you to find enjoyment with that you have.

The most important thing you learn with Stephanie, in her words: "There is always room for hope. in our line of work."

Her definition of Robin is youthful freedom. She will not force this meaning on to you but you notice right away that she still lives by it to this day.

Now, if you were to ask me: "What would Y/n learn from being the Robin to Batgirl?"

This might not be the right answer, might not even be the wrong answer but to me it is enough.

The most important thing Y/n would learn from the Batgirl's is to live.

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