#you're not fooling anyone Damian

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Damian:

Also Damian:

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Random fic idea

Tim drake but instead of loosing his spleen he lost part of his leg.

Tim thought it was obvious he was missing his right leg from the knee down. It was a whole leg that was missing after all. Sure he was wearing a prosthetic made by Ra's' best people.

One he painfully earned after that crazy fucker made him fight a bunch of his assassins one legged in order to "proof himself as the true heir of the bat he saw in him" or something. So sure, the leg might be more advanced than most, and it imitated natural steps a lot easier and even made it possible to easily run without switching to a different leg. Truly it was a perfect leg be vigilante with. But he never even bothered to give it human like appearances.

But apparently the Fam didn't notice. When he returned with Bruce everyone was too reliefed to give Tim a closer look and it just never came up afterwards.

Tim thought they just didn't want to ask about it in a weird attempt of being polite or even caring. Bruce surely did enough research on how it happened on his own. The man spend the whole travel back to Gotham with Tim after all. Tim truly believed the world's greatest detective would have noticed his missing leg.

Except he didn't. Not if he interpreted the way they looked so incredibly disturbed by is nonchalant way of handlinh the boiling hot chemicals that landed on his metal leg. He just brushed it off, the battle continued and since nothing seemed to be injured no one pressed him when he said "Must've missed me after all"

Now, how do you deal with a family that didn't notice you're missing a leg? That's right you fuck with them.

First thing he did was buy himself a few more realistic looking prosthetic leg. It had to be custom made to fit his stump so it took a whole but it was a worthwhile investment.

The first one was Jason. Call it a twisted revenge for trying to kill him but Tim just really wanted him to be messed with the most. So one day when he knew it was only Jason and him on patrol he strategically set himself down to fall. Crunching some spaghettis to ass in a sickening way only to stand up and walk away as if nothing ever happened.... With his foot toned the wrong way around. Insisting on nothing being wrong and Jason being delusional whenever the older boy tried to get him to get medical treatment. He switched it up the whole evening, whenever he was out of sight he turned the fool right and wrong. Driving the guy insane.

Jason did not sleep well that night. He was also top weirded out and unsure if what he saw was real to talk about it with anyone else.

Then, he challenged dick to a flexibility contest seeing how far they han bend their knees and feet. Even Mr bones are a social construct gymnast Richard Grayson looked horrified as Tim stood there, food bend almost in half, knee twisted to the impossible and what looked lihe a bend in the middle of his leg. Dick claimed cheating except the thing that greeted him when he demanded Tim to puch up his pant leg to expose his trick was a normal looking leg. The first Robin did lots of stretches in the following weeks. His pride was hurt after all.

Finding a way to mess with Damian was a bit more difficult. The brat still made a bunch of harsh comments again and again and he really wasn't close enough with Tim to be easily gaslit. The kid was a trained assassin and was probably used to a bunch of weird shit considering everything Ra's. So Tim decided he could go a bit more gory on Robin than the others. So one night he sat in front of Damians room, in the dark hallway and waited till one of his pets passed him. Once Alfred the Cat came along he made some louder coping noise that would Definetly make the kid look out to check on his animals. It worked just as planned, Damian peeked out his door to see Tim, crosslegged and barefoot on the floor, seemingly cutting off his toe to feed the cat. In reality it was nothing more than a cat treat and carefully picked, animal safe food coloring.

The kid scremed at him, threatened to stab him, punched him real good for harming his cat and took off with said cat to find Alfred so the older man could check on the poor kitten. Of course not beforeaking sure Tim was in an adequate amount of pain on the floor, with his 'injured' food secured to the floor with another knife. Only to return with a worried Alfred on tow to see Tim, standing two whole bare feet with a confused expression and a bag of cat treats in the hall.

Tim got a broken nose for it but it surely was worth it. Especially once he quietly whispered a 'no one will ever belief you' to the kid in passing. He might have traumatised the boy a little but Tim fought it justified for all the attempted murder he suffered.

[blughxreader]

building off of this platonic yandere batfam headcanon where they're slaves to your moods and whims...

I also kind of enjoy the idea of batfam revering and fearing batsib. Not enough to lesson their control over you (or back off their affection in any way), but they want your love so badly / think you're a jewel among rubble / cling to your every thought... I can see them freezing up when they know they're about to make you mad, or when you give your opinion.

Tim's like, "*shaky sigh* hi... we need to upgrade the tracking chip in your neck :) itwasbruce'sidea." (his idea actually)

or they know your triggers by heart (mentioning your past family, your aspirations of travel, lost career goals, etc) and immediate silence falls over them as they wait for your reaction.

This works especially well for Darlings that withdraw into themselves. It's impossible to NEVER give a single opinion or extra explanation, so on the rare occasion when you divulge something about yourself, they're like oh god its happening JOT THAT DOWN

Dick is good at talking around your pointed silence, even if he gets nervous under your glare. He has stars in his eyes when you finally engage with him, even if it's only a sentence more than your usual "yes/no" responses.

Dick is unpredictable too because you never know where his limit is. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, then he comes back from patrol with broken knuckles and the scariest look on his face because he couldn't take the stress anymore. The only one in the house who will match your anger (rarely happens, though), and he apologizes through actions, not words.

Jason, who always has some shitty remark to make, finds himself at a loss for words when you're not talking. You two sit with your arms crossed in silence and look sour for two hours, then he walks away thinking it was a relatively good visit.

He gets overwhelmed the easiest when you're mad. When you're in a bad mood, very slight disturbance in the house sets him off and he needs the rest of the day to cool off.

Tim has no clue how to handle you. He doesn't fit the reliable older brother role and he can't fool anyone with the doe-eyed baby brother act, so I think he'd take the "best friend sibling" approach.

He's always trying new ways to curry your favor, despite it occasionally pissing you off from how obvious his attempts are. Tim's the least likely to be deterred by your rejection, despite how deeply it hurts. He sulks in the shower for an hour then gets out to cause problems only he can solve.

Kind of like how Damian absorbed Dick and Bruce's moral code because it fit his end goal of being Batman, I feel he would do the same to you but for slightly different reasons.

Damian walks around like your mirror. He unconsciously mimics everything you do, absorbing your behaviors and speech like a sponge. An outsider wouldn't be able to see past his trained neutral expression, but on the inside he thinks you're so cool.

He also copies you as a coping mech in order to limit upsetting you, and gets VERY embarrassed when he says something that contradicts your feelings.

Bruce, ever the scapegoat, has resigned himself to the brunt of your anger. He can't weasel his way into your heart like the boys can, so he's the most transparent about his bonding efforts. His gifts and attention are steady and unrelenting, no matter the response.

I think he's the sweetest... He's definitely the best listener in the house, and genuinely wants nothing more than for you to be safe and happy. Yes he wants you to accept the child/sibling role, but he won't manipulate you to get there (unlike some of the boys). Your anger gives him stress, but he takes it in stride.

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[webshood]

Talia likes to gaslight people into believing she's Jason's birth mother.

"You had him really young then?" Yes, I was young and really in love with his father.

"He doesn't look arab tho'. " And? His father is white and I'm sino arab, he may look a little white passing, but I have the stretch marks to prove.

"Usually mixed kids have more..." We have the same completely natural green bright eyes I don't know what you're trying to point here.

"So... both of your sons are from the same father?" Yes, the older got his lack of melanin and the younger his face.

And if you let her, she'll go hours blatantly lying about everything, she once convinced a poor cashier that when Jason was a baby and learning how to walk, he got all the way to the family's garden and she found him sleeping with a tigress and her cubs. Talia says she was scared for her life when that happened and the fact he could sleep so peacefully with such dangerous animals proves that Jason was a born warrior.

She even carries around photos of Jason as a kid on her wallet and makes sure to show them with the biggest grin on her face to anyone who's fool enough to fall into her silver tongue.

When Damian is feeling like a little shit he likes to tell people his mom had a psychological pregnancy and adopted his brother and is conviced she's the one who birthed him, so it's better to agree with her and he always makes sure to sound like hes pitying her

Jason tells people Damian is the adopted one

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick sighed as he dragged himself up the stairs, eyes dry and gritty.  He hadn't slept properly all week and he finally, finally had a weekend off.  All he wanted to do was sink into bed.

There were several downsides to not being a corrupt ass-kisser in the Bludhaven PD, and one of those was that his captain hated him.  He was pretty sure Redhorn would love if he expired of exhaustion, but Dick wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction.  He joined the police to do good, not take money and look the other way, and he wasn't going to let anyone bully him out.

Unfortunately for Redhorn, Dick was also damn good at his job, and overbooking his schedule was about the only thing the man could retaliate with.

It took him three tries to get the key in the lock--he was tired enough that his vision had started to go hazy, and every second he stayed slumped against the door increased his chances of falling asleep on his doormat--and he yawned jaw-creakingly wide as he stumbled inside.

Bed.  He was so close to sleep.  He didn't care if it was eight in the morning, that was what blackout curtains were for.  He was just musing on whether he should choke down a microwave meal so he wouldn't wake up feeling like his stomach was trying to digest himself when he saw the guy with the gun.

Dick, three steps into his living room, froze.

The guy with the gun smiled.  Before Dick could reach for his own gun, or drop to the ground, or let his sleep-deprived instincts catch up to the danger of the situation, his exhaustion-addled senses noticed the second guy with the gun.  And the third.  And the fourth, though this guy didn't have a gun pointed at Dick, he was just casually poking around Dick's bookshelf like breaking into a cop's home to examine his interior decorating was something he did on a casual Tuesday.

Was it even still Tuesday?

"Detective Grayson," the silver-haired asshole examining the pictures on his bookshelf said, not even turning to look at him.  "Can I trust you not try anything stupid, or do you need to be disarmed?"

Dick's fingers twitched to his gun, but he didn't think he could unholster it and fire before the other three did, not with his current level of exhaustion.  He mentally mourned the loss of his planned sleep.  "Depends on why you broke in here," Dick said evenly.  There was no cover between him and the door, so he couldn't even head out that way.

"If I meant to kill you, Detective Grayson, you'd be dead," the man said, finally turning around.  "Come in and have a seat."  One ice blue eye glittered dangerously.  "Get comfortable.  You look like you've had a long day at work."

Dick's heartbeat was pounding in his ears, everything abruptly clearer with the sudden surge of adrenaline.  He did as he was told, crossing the room slowly and sitting stiffly on the sofa, never moving his gaze from the tall, broad, one-eyed man smirking at him.

"You have a lovely family," the man motioned to the pictures.  "They seem very happy."

Dick resisted the urge to curl his hands into fists.  "Is that a threat?" he asked as evenly as he could.

"A threat?" the man looked amused.  "You're certainly very paranoid, Detective Grayson."

"One of the biggest mob bosses on the East Coast is holding me at gunpoint in my own apartment," Dick said tersely, "I think it's justified."

Slade Wilson shrugged, as if to say can't argue with that.  He turned back to the pictures, as though he was studying them, and Dick went tenser.

Bruce was rich, he reminded himself.  They had security.  Tim was resourceful, Jason was destruction on two legs, and Dick pitied the poor fool that tried to kidnap Cassandra or Damian.  They would be fine.

"No," Slade said finally, "it isn't a threat.  Merely an observation.  Family is important, isn't it?"

Dick forced his racing heart to slow down.  "What are you doing here, Wilson?" he said, just shy of a growl.  "Cut it with the cryptic bullshit."

Slade arched an eyebrow, but Dick didn't take it back.  He was already being held at gunpoint in his own home, he wasn't sure his situation could get much worse.

"I came here," the mob boss said, "because I have a case for you--"

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No," Dick repeated, keeping Slade's gaze even when he felt like flinching back at the dark scowl on his face.  "My loyalty isn't for sale, Wilson.  I'm not going to take your money, and I'm not going to be your lackey."

Instead of being met with a bullet to the head, Dick was met with, shockingly, a smile.

"I'm not asking you to do anything other than your job, Detective Grayson," Slade said, retrieving an envelope from his side pocket and tossing it onto the coffee table in front of Dick.  "There's been a kidnapping--"

"Go to the station and file a missing persons report," Dick said evenly, not picking up the envelope.

"Unfortunately, circumstances require discretion," Slade said, expression darkening again.

"And half the department is in your pocket," Dick argued.  He’d found that out the hard way when he’d been forced to watch as Grant Wilson strolled out of the interrogation room with a smirk.  "Why did you decide to come to me?"

Slade was silent for a stretching moment, and then he sighed.  "There's a traitor in my organization," he said plainly.  "I don't know who it is, and unfortunately, that means there's very few people I can trust.  In the absence of those whose loyalties may have been shifted," Slade pushed the envelope closer to him, "I decided to find a cop that was loyal to his job."

Dick kept Slade's intense gaze for a moment longer before reaching for the envelope.  "I'm not going to do your dirty work," Dick reiterated, pulling out the papers inside.  "If this person hasn't been kidnapped and doesn't want to be found, I'm not--" his words trailed off into empty air when he saw the photos.

A young girl, not yet a teenager, scowled at him in the first picture, hair the same color as the man she was sulking next to.  The second, third, and fourth pictures showed the same girl, but tied up and gagged, her surroundings dark, looking up with wide, bright eyes at the camera.

"My daughter has been missing for five days.  They've increased the ransom demand twice."  Slade's expression is a mask of fury, but Dick can hear the desperation in his voice.  "They're hurting her."  Dick withdrew more papers, all the evidence that Slade had apparently collected.  "I don't know who was involved, and I'm not going to risk my daughter's life on it.  Can you find her or not?"

Dick looked again at the first person.  'Dad & Rose' had been scrawled on the back of it, and despite the sulking of the preteen, Dick could see her leaning into her father's side.  "Yes," Dick said quietly.

"Great," Slade said.  "You have twenty-four hours before the ransom drop."  Wait, what?  "And if anything happens to her, Grayson," Slade's expression was colder than ice, "I will ensure you share her fate.  Do you understand?"

Dick swallowed and nodded.

~#~

Twenty-four hours.

The first thing Dick did once all the criminals were out of his apartment was set a timer.  The second thing was to scarf down a microwave meal as he glanced through the evidence and wrote down preliminary thoughts.  The third thing was to take a nap, because Dick was going to get nowhere on fumes.

Eight hours later, Dick felt marginally more human.  Unfortunately, he was also a third down on his time limit, and most of his previous notes were utter gibberish.

Dick took a deep breath, put aside the indirect and direct threats of a mob boss that had broken into his home and held him at gunpoint--Dick was moving after this--and thought about this logically.

Rose Wilson had been kidnapped five days ago.  The fact that she hadn't been found already meant that the mob's resources couldn't find her.  Slade said that he hadn't contacted anyone in the police department, so police resources hadn't been exhausted.  However, if Dick treated this like any other missing persons case, he ran the risk of tipping the kidnappers off and getting a bullet in the head.

Dick checked the time.  Fifteen and a half hours left.

Maybe--maybe he was looking at this the wrong way.  Slade had mentioned several offhand things--if they were all connected, that would give Dick a starting place.

So.  Assume there was a traitor in the Wilson Family.  Assume that they were working with corrupt cops.  Assume that they had used police resources to snatch Rose Wilson.

Dick needed to get to the precinct.

He made it all the way to his building entrance before halting in the street.  There was an expensive black car parked--illegally--right in front of him.  One tinted window rolled down, and Dick met Grant Wilson's unamused expression.

"Get in," the other man ordered.

Dick wanted to point out that he didn't work for the younger Wilson, but getting into a shootout on a busy street seemed like a spectacularly bad idea.  Plus, the clock was ticking.

"Where are you headed?" Grant asked, voice terse.

"Precinct," Dick responded warily, but all Grant did was nod and pull into traffic.  "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think, asshole?" Grant gave him a dirty look.  "You spent nine hours in your apartment.  Did you find Rose?"

Dick decided not to tell him that he'd been asleep.  "Your father told me I had twenty-four hours until the ransom drop," Dick pointed out.

Grant jerked the car to a hard stop and turned to glare at him, eyes burning.  "That's my baby sister that's missing, you fucking pig, so you're going to get one thing straight," he hissed, not noticing or not caring that Dick's hand had immediately gone to his gun.  "If there is so much as a single hair missing from her head, I'm going to make personally sure that you regret it for the rest of your miserable and agonizing life, do. you. understand?"

Dick met his vitriol with artificial calm.  "Was that supposed to incentivize me to work with you?"

Grant growled, actually growled, and Dick remembered that antagonizing the guy rumored to have a hair-trigger temper was not the smartest of plans.

"Look," he interrupted before Grant could speak, "I said I'd help, and I swear, I will do my best to find your sister.  Which means going to the precinct to follow up on my lead, unless you think that being threatened is a better use of my time."

Grant's glare didn't diminish, but he did start the car again.  Dick sat there in silence and wondered how the fuck he was supposed to explain this to anyone.  Sorry, Internal Affairs, I was briefly held hostage by the Mob, but instead of reporting it, I investigated one of their cases and continued working with them.  Redhorn would have a field day if he learned about this.

"So what's your lead?" Grant asked tersely.

Dick decided not to point out that they were going fifteen miles above the speed limit and answered the question.  "I'm going to check if any of the cops have been investigating you guys recently.  If you're worried about a traitor, I thought it was a good place to start."

Grant didn't seem to think so, between the mutters of "Jesus, did Dad tell you everything?" and "it took you nine hours to come up with that, genius?" but he dropped Dick off a street away from the precinct.

"Fifteen hours," he reminded Dick with a glower as Dick slipped out.

The precinct was marginally more tolerable.  Dick made up an excuse that he needed to check something for a case, and it looked like most people bought it.  Redhorn, of course, continued scowling at him from his office, but Dick ducked quickly into the records room, where it didn't take much to sweet-talk the sign-out list from the records keeper.

It turned out that there were a lot of people in here looking up records for cases Dick was pretty sure they weren't working on.  But checking the sign-out list for the last month, there was only one who'd checked the Wilson Family open cases.

"Well, I always knew you were a bastard," Dick murmured, staring at Redhorn's name.

[professoruber]

Incorrect Quotes: Bruce giving money to the Bat-Family | Part 3

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Damian: Father. I require monetary resources.

Bruce: Do you mean pocket change or something... more?

Damian: More.

Bruce: What for?

Damian: ...

Bruce: Damian...

Damian: It is... unnecessary to go into detail, father. You can trust though that it is merely a modest amount and strictly required.

Bruce: Son. Just tell me what this is for first.

Damian ...

Bruce: ...

Damian: Tt. Fine. A boy on the tennis team at Gotham Academy has once again insulted your honour. I know you told me to ignore such jests... but it seems my silence has only emboldened

Bruce: <Sighs> As much as I appreciate the thought, what exactly are you intending?

Damian: I wish to learn from the greatest tennis masters of the world, so I may utterly obliterate this fool and render him an example. Do not worry, this will be a wholly non-lethal defeat; in fact the reason I wish to learn from tennis masters despite my vast array of applicable skill is so that a single of my moves could be deemed an attack. I must adopt the stance, heart and finesse of tennis.

Bruce: <Blinks> I... see.

Damian: So... will you grant me your blessing and monetary support for this endeavour to defend the honour of both yourself and our family?

Bruce: Have you tried talking to anyone that this boy makes you feel uncomfortable?

Damian: I am not uncomfortable, I am peeved. And for your information, I have. The elder brother of a compatriot of mine, Mia Mizoguchi as you might recall her name being, is the captain of this tennis team. However this rival who questions our family's honour is a cunning sort, I will grant him that. He has done well to keep his slander amongst friendly ears, and action anything which could justify punitive action from his superiors.

Bruce: Hm. Seems like you're in a bit of a tough one from the sounds of it.

Damian: Indeed. Defeating him in his sport of passion will not only publicly humiliate him, but also remind him of the strength of our family.

Bruce: While I... suppose I can see your logic there. But I think you're forgetting a key detail.

Damian: Which is?

Bruce: This fellow student of yours is not a enemy to vanquish. He's a child, speaking his mind.

Damian: But he voices horrible accusations against your honour! Claims you are a "mindless playboy", and that my adoptive siblings and I are your illegitimate children of various women whom you were forced by the courts to care for, and that you are a drunkard, and are a bad role model.

Bruce: I understand why hearing all that upsets you, and that is perfectly fine. As I said, I appreciate how much you care about my... honour. But devoting yourself defeating him in tennis isn't the answer.

Damian: <Huffs and crosses arms with incredulous expression> Then what is, father? Shall I just continue to hold my tongue?

Bruce: I want you to enjoy school, not treat it like another battlefield. If this boy is really being this bad, then there's other ways to deal with him. You're smart, and you got good friends such as the Mizoguchi girl you mentioned. Bring attention that he's crossing a line... and if that does not work, tell me; and I can handle it through the proper channels.

Damian: Tt. Fine. I will... try once more to expose him and his lies.

Bruce: Good. On a related note... I understand that Mia Mizoguchi has been causing you to grow interested in Serpents & Spells? <Takes out S&S Guidebook> I got this for you, so you don't have to keep borrowing hers. This seems like something you'd much rather be spending your time on compared to avenging my honour in tennis.

Damian: <Blinks> I... uh... thank you, father. Uh... I must go now and... contact Mizoguchi that I will reconsider her invitation for a lunchtime tabletop one-shot.

Bruce: Good. Have fun, son.

Damian: I… will. Thank you once again, father.

[thebarontheabyss]

how would ROs react to an MC who impulsively jumped into the middle of rowdy bar fight in order to stop it only to get injured as a result??

LET'S GET THIS FIGHT GOING!

Hastur immediately shifts to your side if he hasn't already stepped in to prevent the fight. His expression is a mix of concern and mild reprimand. "Please call on me next time," he says while carefully tending to your wounds. "Don't worry, it's the afterlife; they'll heal alone. But you must be more careful."

Hiding behind the bar counter, Shelly narrowly evades a glass thrown in her direction. She peeks out, her voice high with panic yet oddly encouraging, "Do an uppercut! Throw the chair at him!". When the fight ends, Shelly rushes from her hiding spot, her face etched with worry. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. She fusses over you, her cheerfulness tinged with concern, bringing you ice and a comforting drink, her usual laughter subdued.

Seated comfortably away from the chaos, Peisione rolls their eyes, a look of distaste clear on their face. "How vulgar," they comment, sipping their gin and tonic. Should the fight drift too close to the stage, they nonchalantly lift their feet, kicking anyone who dares come too close. Once the commotion settles, Peisione approaches with a raised eyebrow. "That was quite the performance," they comment dryly, though their tone hints at concern. "Next time, leave the theatrics to me on the stage," they add, offering you a hand to help you up.

Yaga, not one to shy away from a bit of chaos, starts hurling whatever is within reach at your opponent... and occasionally at you. "Take this outside!" she bellows. As calm returns, she strides over, a scowl on her face. "You could've been hurt worse, you fool," she chides, though her eyes betray a hint of worry. She rummages through her belongings, producing a strange-looking concoction. "Here, drink this. It'll help," she insists, her gruff tone softening.

He Without Name remains a silent observer in these situations, almost blending into the background. However, if the fight escalates, he might begin a passive cleaning behind you. If you get injured, he quickly helps you sit and tends to you with a wet towel. "Will... Pass..." he says.

Morgan/Morgana doesn't hesitate to jump into the action beside you. Without even asking for context, they charge in, their hands glowing with magical energy. Soon, spirits fly around – quite literally – as the witch wields their arcane might. Once the fight ends, they turn their attention to you. "That was fun," they say with a smirk, their energy still buzzing. They conjure a small orb of light, passing over your injuries, easing the pain with a touch of magic.

True to form, Lilith/Damian revels in the chaos, escalating the fight with a devilish grin. They throw themselves into the violence without care for the rules, thriving in the tumult. As the last of the brawlers stagger away, they look at you with admiration and concern. "This was kind of hot if I might say so," they quip, offering you a hand up.

If sober, Death tries to de-escalate the situation, their weary voice urging calm. Unfortunately, in their attempt to pacify, they end up taking an accidental hit to the head, grimacing at the impact. "I should have seen that coming," they mutter after the fight ends, a frown creasing their brow. Death gently touches the area where you're hurt, a cool sensation spreading from their fingertips. "Be careful; even here, wounds can leave scars."

There's a good chance this entire ruckus began with a cheeky comment from The Raven. Darting through the air, they dive at your opponent, claws out and beak snapping, a stream of bird-sized profanities accompanying their assault. After the fight, The Raven flutters down to your shoulder, its tiny head tilting as it inspects you. "You're not cut out for brawling, are you?" it teases, but its tone is gentler than usual. "Next time, let's stick to verbal sparring. It's less messy," it suggests, nudging you affectionately with its beak.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

i was having some Thoughts and.

jondami fake dating au.

damian is constantly being hit on by snobby heiresses who want to marry into the wayne fortune. he complains about it to jon once ("no, i can't come hang out today, another fool is trying to con me into marrying her") and he just. offers to pretend-date him. ("you're my best friend and you already hug and talk to me way more than anyone else, no one will know it's all totally platonic!")

and then they just. genuinely forget it's fake?

there's no angsting over the fakeness and unreciprocated feelings. they're disgustingly sweet and happy and even do a little PDA here and there as SB and robin.

one day, years later, some reporter asks how they got together, and they both completely bluescreen

haha but they're only asked like...right after they literally got married and had like a huge media-event wedding.

"Mr. Wayne! So how did you and the newest Mr. Wayne get together? It feels like we all missed it!"

Tim just cackles in the background as he downs another glass of champagne. It stresses Jon and Damian out the rest of the day. Because...when DID they???

[kimjun]

What to do for love

Kori wants to get you off the team, stating that you are manipulative. is it jealous?

Titans x reader

— I want _______ to leave the team.- Kori's voice echoed from the meeting room, you were walking to the training room when you heard his name mentioned, then stopped abruptly to listen.

It was Kori, since she always didn't seem to like you, unlike everyone else on the team, apart from Kori you had won everyone over with your sweet way, joining the young titans was something you always wanted, and hearing that the woman wanted you out made you angry.

— Why do you want her to leave? - Dick asked, — She is a great fighter and strategist, I like working with her.

Dick always put you on missions with him, always saying that you two work well together, an incredible pair. Have you seen how he looked at you, how he looked at your lips, but he was with Kori and you weren't going to be that dirty, you don't want to be the other one, you want Dick for you.

— Didn't you notice that she is throwing herself at you?

— You are jealous.- Dick was angry, you knew that, it was difficult for Dick to let anyone talk about you.

— Are you blind? She wants you, she manipulates you all, shows you to be the perfect girl.- the screams caught everyone's attention, now it wasn't just you listening to the fight.

Jason, Gar, Damian and Ravenna were there listening to you, they weren't enjoying the conversation, especially since it was about you, everyone there likes you, a good friend for any time. They didn't understand Kori's hatred for you, and you were always nice to everyone.

The door opened and Kori left being followed by Dick, when the woman saw you she went towards you angrily, you shrunk and took steps back scared. Everyone was left immobile ready to intervene when necessary.

— You don't fool me ______, I know your little game, you are manipulative.- Kori screamed, you looked scared already letting the tears wet your face.— You are a scam who thinks everyone will fall on your feet, that you will have everything... But I will not leave, GO AWAY FROM HERE! - Kori screams.

You looked at her with tears, shrunk, everyone is shocked by Kori's attitude, they wanted to go hug you and protect you from her.

— I never hurt you. - you cry.

— You are cynical _______. Get out of here and never come back.

— I don't know why you're doing this to me, - you dry the tears. — But if that's what you want, I'll leave the team.

— What? - Jason shouted.

— You can't be serious.- Ravenna says, you are best friends.

You lower your head by letting your hair cover the side of your face, the side where your friends cannot see. You look up cold and smile maliciously at Kori.

— But Dick will still be mine.- you whisper just to Kori to hear. The woman looks at you with hatred.

— Your bastard.- Kori tries to attack you, but Damian and Dick quickly stop you.

Ravenna pulls you behind her, while Jason and Gar stand by her side worried about you. Kori is screaming trying to get on you. His fake scared look makes Kori feel more angry, just as you wanted.

— That's enough, you're out Kori.- Bruce Wayne's voice makes everyone freeze.

You almost laugh, but hold your theater, with Bruce Wayne here is much more exciting, Bruce had put you on his wings, a point for you.

— She is manipulating everyone.- Kori screams.

— Take her away.- Bruce says, so as soon as she is dragged away you run to Bruce hugging him.

— Thank you, she was going to kill me.- you cry, Bruce and everyone looks at you with pity, exactly as they should.

— Everything is fine now.

( Weeks later )

— Here, a flower for my beautiful girlfriend.- Dick smiles delivering a flower and kissing you.

— You say that every day.- you laugh, you were in the training room watching Damian and Gar training.

— I should say every hour.- he pulls you into his lap, you hug him and lay your head on his shoulder.

— I love you Dick.- you say leaving kisses on his neck.

— I love you, I think I always loved you.

You smile, you don't regret anything you did to have Dick for you, sometimes you have to manipulate things to have someone you love.

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (1/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 1.5K

Content Warnings: Angst; suicide idealization, mentions of self harm, etc.

Notes: Finally dropping this here, posted the first chapter on Ao3 a couple days ago. Hope you guys enjoy it! Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated ❣️

Part 2 - Part 3

CHAPTER 1 - COFFEE.

Red Robin stared at the screen with sleepy eyes. He'd already found the solution to this case half an hour ago, but pretending he didn't was the only way to avoid being requested at the post patrol circus going on upstairs.

It was always like this, at least it has been since he came back to live in the mansion. There was the patrol, and after, Alfred would prepare a table with many treats for the family to eat while he patched them up. 

What a perfect, happy family, bonding after some quality time kicking criminal ass.

A herd of hypocrites.

Two of them tried to kill him and most of them didn't seem to give a single fuck about the matter.

But what was he expecting, anyway? He was the unwanted child. He crawled his way into this family when Bruce was too vulnerable to deny it, grieving, he was Jason's replacement, after all. The only reason why he was still allowed among the bats of Gotham was his hypercompetence. Or perhaps it was because of how dangerous it would be for them all if he decided to play for the  other team.

If you didn't fear the man who at the age of nine deduced the identity of the world's best detective, you were a fool. Yeah Bruce was a bad, emotionally distant parental figure, but he was no fool, and Tim had to give him the credit for that.

— Drake — Robin said.

Tim felt the ferrous taste of blood filling his mouth. The demon. He pretended not to hear. He wanted nothing with this damn child. This Demoniac being that had tried to kill him multiple times in the last few years. The kid who had never done anything to deserve being Robin, the title for whom Tim has worked so hard for years.

— Alfred asked if you plan on joining the rest of the family anytime soon — The little boy said with his entitled filled tone. Fucking psychopath.

— I am working — Red Robin simply said.

— You're not fooling anyone, Drake — He said, stepping closer to his brother — Staring at a screen isn't working.

— You say like you know anything about working — Tim answered, after a deep sigh — Please, leave me alone. Tell them whatever you want, say that I threatened you with a knife, that I pushed you towards a wall, whatever you want. Just leave me alone.

— You say like they would believe it.

Damian said nothing else, simply left without any other response from Tim, that sighed deeply and continued staring at the screen.

His eyes felt heavier.

“Funny” thing about feeling down: usually, the brain cannot understand the emotional distress and the body intentionally does things to justificate that distress to its brain. 

Some people cut themselves – Tim couldn't do that, Alfred would ask too many questions –; others refused to eat – Tim tried it, but it didn't really fit his lifestyle –; some people drank 'til they tripped and fall — He could do this, but the posterior headaches weren't worth it, even though this is Gotham City and he could easily find a place that sells alcohol to minors – ; some people over exercised until they couldn't stand anymore, hoping the soreness of their muscles would be enough to feel like their pain is valid; some people took dangerous car drives or tried to equilibrate themselves on the edges of rooftops – These were Dick's things –; some people numb themselves with smoke on his lungs – Tim could do this, but refused. This was Jason's thing, and he didn't want to have anything in common with Jason.

So, to try to justify his pain to himself, Tim never slept. Well, of course he slept, he had to, but he always avoided it. This was his way of self punishment. He could almost hear his brain.

“What do you mean your emotions are shit? No, this is not a good reason for all this distress. Here, have a unusual way of self harm and then I'll consider if it is enough or not”

Tim hasn't really slept in the last four days, not more than an hour or two. There were occasional long blinks, but whenever Alfred decided to try to drug his coffee – His best ally in his attempts of making the pain make sense – and sent him to his bedroom, he would only stare at the ceiling. Tim already had it memorised. Then he would close his eyes when he could hear footsteps approaching his door and pretend to be asleep until whoever Alfred sent to spy on him finally left.

A solitary life, it was, but he didn't mind. Since his childhood, loneliness was mostly everything Timothy Jackson Drake knew. His most loyal companion.

— Hey, buddy — Nightwing's voice echoed in Tim's ears.

Fucking traitor. 

The man with the kind smile that was responsible for half of the mud in which Tim found himself stuck. The man who took away from Tim the only thing that kept him standing, the only thing that mattered for him in a long time. This was the Dick Grayson, the “good fella”, Bruce's golden child, “The clearer version of what Batman was meant to be”. Dick Fucking Grayson.

Again, Tim pretended not to hear.

— Dames said you were still working. Don't you think it is time for a break?

— I'm not tired — Tim said, though Dick wasn't dumb enough to believe it. Anyone that looked into Tim's face would see how fucking tired he was. Deep and dark eyebags, hollowed expressions in his eyes, cheeks slightly inwards like the corpse of a very thin woman. Dick sighed.

— I know, but B misses you. We all miss you. And we are worried.

— There's nothing to worry about — Tim said, simply.

Dick sighed again and pulled his chair closer to Tim.

Fuck . He had to lecture Tim right now, of course. He simply couldn't deny the urge of being the reasonable older brother, the inspirational hero, the right one, the mediator of the family.

— Let's be honest, Little Wing...

— Don't call me little wing.

— Tim, we are worried about you — Dick said, Tim never looked at his face, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he did. He couldn't stand Dick Grayson's hypocrite smile and kind eyes anymore. He could barely stand his voice — What you said today during patrol... That joke....

— Joke? — Tim asked, furrowing his brows. He didn't remember telling a joke.

— You know, buddy. That one about the metro-narrows bridge.

Oh . That.

It wasn't a joke. More likely a loud thought.

Tim remembered that. He said that if Damian called him “unworthy” again, he would simply throw himself from the top of metro-narrows bridge, towards the cars. 

Tim has been "telling these jokes" for weeks now.

— Even Dames stepped back. Everyone did, actually. The family...

— Are you saying you are afraid of me?

— I wouldn't say afraid — Dick said, trying to sound casual — It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel...

— Uncomfortable? — Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick. He could see the surprise in his brother's eyes. Or was it something else? Tim's guts were absolutely soaked in rage now — The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick? You can't bear the guilt? Or you're just worried your Robin will have to deal with the responsibility of the death of his predecessor?

Dick said nothing. Just sighed. Dick Grayson knew the battles he couldn't win. Dick put a mug in front of Tim. His favourite mug, filled with the dark liquid in which Tim loved to drown himself.

— We can talk later — The elder said — Jason made you coffee. He said you wouldn't want to have a break. Guess he knows you better than the rest of us.

— The perks of trying to slit someone's throat — Tim said completely out of spite, just to see Dick flinch in discomfort.

— Just drink before it gets cold, okay?

Dick left and Tim decided to not make another comment.

Red Robin stared at the mug in front of him, wondering if Jason poured poison into the liquid or Alfred poured the sleep drugs. Either way, there was no chance Tim would let it get into his system. He turned off the screen and grabbed the mug, walking towards his bedroom. In his room already, Tim locked the door and poured the coffee into his bathroom sink.

After taking a shower – He wasn't that bad that he would deny himself a simple shower, although he doubted it would take long to reach this point – He verified all the hidden spots in his room. Behind the curtains, his closet, under his bed. After making sure Jason wasn't there hidden with a knife, he slid between his sheets, soft and smooth.

Red Robin stared at the ceiling of the room where some years ago, lived Timothy Jackson Drake.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Prompt idea: Canon Bat family got isekaied to alternative universe where an older Tim and Danny are married.

This has me cackling.

I can 100% see future batfam laughing at/making fun of past batfam to thier faces, especially concerning Danny.

Danny had long since established a "if you misbehave I will phase you halfway into the wall/cieling and leave you there as time out" rule and woe to anyone who breaks it.

Obviously Damian is the first to get trapped in the wall and Danny almost immediately pseudo adopts younger Tim. Bruce is not pleased. Niether is older Tim but he at least knows better and instead bargains for more coffee to deal with this and more ectoplasm to complete a project he was working on in thier shared lab.

Dick and Stephanie have found the photo albums, Duke has discovered Cujo (well, he discovered him), Bruce has discovered the suspicious glowing green goo in the labs on his trip to the "bathroom" You're not fooling anyone Bruce, Barbara his subtly trying to hack into the home security which is ridiculously hard for some reason and younger tim is having the best coffee of his life courtesy of Danny and drinking way too much

Cass is the only one really behaving.

Thier older selves haven't even arrived yet and things are already chaotic.

[erikahenningsen]

hi! for Sometimes Mean Is What You Are, can I request a Cady/Regina angst where Regina has trouble trusting people after junior year? thx! love ur work!

Today is the day.

Today, Cady is going to tell Regina how she feels about her. No more excuses—she's going to do it.

Cady would be lying if she said she wasn't kind of terrified, but she feels like she's going to explode if she doesn't do it soon. Ever since she realizes she had feelings for Regina, she's barely been able to focus on anything else. Damian has called her out on more than one occasion for blatantly staring at Regina in the hallways or the cafeteria.

(She's already starting to go a little crazy, muttering "today is the day" to herself as she walks down the hall, not realizing it until Gretchen asks, "What's today?"

"Thursday," Karen helpfully supples.)

Cady basically invites herself over to Regina's house after school, wanting to be able to get the hell out of there if Regina punches her in the face or something. Not that she thinks that will happen, but it's always good to have an escape plan.

"I need to tell you something," Cady blurts the moment Regina's bedroom door is closed, before she can chicken out or throw up.

"Okay," Regina says, looking a little confused. She sits down on her bed and raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"I like you," Cady says, looking at a spot on the wall just over Regina's shoulder because that seems less scary. "Not as a friend. Well, I do like you as a friend, but also as more than a friend. Like, a lot. You're kind of all I can think about and it's kind of becoming a problem."

Cady chances a look at Regina. Regina looks blankly back at her.

"So... yeah," Cady finishes lamely. "I just... wanted to tell you."

Regina lets out a little scoff and rolls her eyes. "Right, okay."

Now Cady is confused. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Uh, yeah," Regina says. "How stupid do you think I am?"

"What?" Cady asks, absolutely lost. Her stomach is starting to contract anxiously. "Regina, I just told you that I like you."

"And I don't believe you," Regina says coldly. "Nice try, but you can go now."

"I don't understand." Cady can't keep the desperation out of her tone. "Why would I make that up?"

Regina stands up, getting inches away from Cady's face. If she's trying to intimidate Cady, it's working.

"I thought we were done with the lies, but I see I was wrong," Regina says, eyes narrowing. "Really, this one's on me. Fool me once and all that. But I know better now, so you can get the fuck out of my house."

Regina's voice cracks, and she turns away from Cady, taking visibly deep breaths. Cady's chest physically hurts.

"No, Regina, please," Cady says. "I'm not lying. I swear. I'll go if you want me to go, but please believe me."

"Stop, okay?" Regina says, and she doesn't even sound angry. She just sounds... exhausted. She sits back down on her bed and drops her head into her hands. "I can't... this is too much. Not after I... for so long..."

For a moment, Cady considers cutting her losses and leaving. But... she's come this far.

"I like that you're never afraid to say what you think," Cady says. "And you're always making me laugh, even when I'm having a bad day. You're so protective of your friends, and you come to my mathletes competitions, even though you think they're boring. I like that you love to read, and I like that you read Shakespeare, even if you don't want anyone else to know you do."

Regina looks up at her, cautiously, her eyes red and watery.

"I love that we can hang out together and do nothing and still have fun, or talk for hours, and I love our bad movie marathons," Cady continues. "I still listen to the playlist you made for me when we first met. And you're the prettiest girl I've ever met. It's been really distracting."

Regina stares at her, and when she starts to smile, just a little, Cady's knees practically give out from the relief.

"And it's okay if you don't feel the same way, but please believe me. Okay?" Cady whispers.

"Okay," Regina says after a long moment.

And when Cady reaches out her hand, Regina takes it and squeezes.

[green-eyedfirework]

Ra's al Ghul was a fool, and there was only one way Dick was surviving this.

Dick adjusted the scarf covering his face, hitched Damian higher in his grip, and pressed against the stone wall, waiting anxiously for guards to pass him on their rotation.  The one benefit of a siege was that Ra's was more concerned with stopping people from coming in than letting people leave, and the guards usually posted outside Dick's door had been reassigned.

Finding Damian had been the hard part, Dick had no idea where Ra's had taken him after ripping him from Dick's weak arms after his birth four months ago, but he'd assumed—correctly—that Ra's wouldn't want a crying infant anywhere near him, heir or not.  Luckily, Dick knew where the nursery was.  He felt slightly sorry about knocking out the maids, but not enough to avoid it.

Ra's al Ghul was going to lose, and Dick wanted to be nowhere in the crossfire.

Dick had managed to make friends in the castle despite Ra's' best efforts, and it wasn't hard to notice that they were in a siege when Dick could see the fires from the tower window.  General Wilson had clearly come a lot further a lot faster than anyone had expected.  Judging by the size of the army, the castle would fall in the fortnight.

And Dick knew his likely fate.

Slade Wilson hated Ra's al Ghul for murdering his son.  It wasn't a stretch that that hatred would extend to Dick and Damian as well.  Even if Dick could somehow persuade the man to spare his life and ransom him back to Gotham, there was no way Wilson would pass up the chance to murder Ra's' heir in front of the decrepit old alpha.

"It's okay, Dami," Dick whispered to his son's hair.  It'd been the longest that Dick had held his son since he was born.  "We'll be okay."

The guards finally passed out of sight and Dick quickly crossed the yard.  There was a secret tunnel in the stonework that led out into the woods behind the castle and Dick's primary plan was to get out and make for Gotham.

Dick wasn't stupid.  Without horses, without weapons or supplies, without a place to sleep or money to buy food, they weren't going to get very far.  Dick had once been a capable fighter, but that was before he'd been locked in a tower.  Now, with an infant in tow—even if Damian was silent, sleepily content with the rare smell of his mother—he'd be lucky to make it to the mountain passes out of the Cradle, much less all the way to the border with Gotham.

"Halt!" a voice called out in the woods and Dick froze.

The far more likely outcome was that Dick would be caught by one of the innumerable soldiers combing through the woods.  Avoiding the main camp wouldn't do much, when Wilson had an entire army at their gates.  Dick took a deep breath as the squad of soldiers neared and took up positions to surround him.

"State your name and purpose," the lead soldier demanded.

Dick swallowed.  "My—my name is Dick," he said quietly, fingers tightening on Damian.  "I'm not—I'm just trying to get to the pass."

"You're awfully close to the castle."

Dick darted a glance back at the massive walls rising in the distance.  "I'm—" Dick took a deep breath, "I'm running from the castle.  I—please.  I have a baby.  I don't—I just want to go home."

The soldier stepped closer, until the torchlight illuminated Damian's face as well.  The hard lines of his face softened as Dick tried to keep his posture as that of a scared, hunted omega.  It didn't require that much acting.

"Where's home?" the soldier asked, voice softer.

"Gotham," Dick responded.  Just enough of the truth to keep it real, not enough to rouse suspicion.

"You're a long way from home."  Do you think I haven't realized?  "Okay, Dick, we'll help you get to the mountain pass—" Dick raised his head up, hope rising—"as long as you come to our camp to tell us how you got out of the castle."

Hope flickered.

"Of course," Dick said, dread pooling in his gut.

Dick knew there was a high probability of being caught by Wilson's men.  Dick knew that there was a high probability of meeting Wilson himself.  Dick knew that a scarf and some bruises were not an adequate disguise, not when he carried Ra's al Ghul's heir in his arms.

Dick knew he needed a plan for the confrontation.

It had been the sticking point of his preparations to leave.  If he was going to be executed anyway, why put in the effort of running away?  He needed something to convince Slade Wilson not to kill him, and somehow he figured knowledge of the castle wasn't going to be enough.  And even if he could convince Wilson that Ra's al Ghul cared nothing for him and thus killing Dick was no revenge at all, he couldn't save Damian like that.

Damian was Dick's son, his precious little baby, his adorable pup that he saw once a week for a half-hour if he begged Ra's long enough, but Wilson wouldn't care.  Not after what Ra's had done to him.  He'd kill Damian in his arms so that Dick could watch his son die like Wilson had watched his own son die.  And Dick would do anything, anything to avoid that.

There was really only one solution left to him.  Bargaining was useless, Dick had no power in Nanda Parbat.  Bringing up Gotham was a coin toss, Dick was an al Ghul now, and his family had written him off for dead when he'd first went to Ra's.  The only appeal Dick could make that had a chance of succeeding was a plea for Wilson's mercy.

He'd heard that Wilson was an honorable man.  A ruthless general, yes, but fair to his own men.  There was a reason half the country had risen in support of him.  Wilson commanded loyalty in a way Ra's al Ghul did not, and the old alpha had learnt that fear was an ineffective motivator.

Dick's last, diminishing hope that Dick would just be led to a captain to explain his escape and then be on his way died an ignoble death when he was ushered into the command tent.

The murmur of conversation died out with alacrity as Dick halted in front of the entrance.  The soldier who led him there stepped forward, "Apologies, sirs, but I found an omega claiming they escaped from a secret tunnel in the castle."

The weight of gazes on him intensified.  Dick lifted his gaze just slightly, scanning past faces and halting on a silver-haired alpha with an eyepatch and an icy blue eye, powerful presence evident even in a room full of commanders.

"A secret tunnel in the castle," Slade Wilson said, tone low and neutral.  His gaze was piercing.  "What's your name, omega?  And why were you trying to leave the castle in the first place?"

Dick swallowed.  There was a prayer that he could pass unnoticed, that Wilson didn't remember his face from the wedding, that no one else would recognize him, that Dick would be long gone by the time anyone connected a lone omega with a child to Ra's al Ghul's fled mate and heir.

Unfortunately, it wasn't practical.  And for all of Dick's calculations, they always ended up here.

Dick knelt, curling a hand behind Damian's head and keeping him pressed close as he bowed his head.  "My name is Richard al Ghul, General.  And I surrender to you."

Silence.  No one was breathing.  Dick certainly wasn't, heart pounding in his ears as footsteps crunched towards him.  "Get up," Wilson demanded, voice colder and darker, and Dick struggled back up to his feet.

Wilson was right in front of him now and Dick held perfectly still as the alpha tore off his scarf, baring his face.  He couldn't hide the protective flinch when Wilson's icy gaze dropped down to Damian and thankfully it moved back up to Dick.  "You surrender," Wilson said flatly.

"Yes, alpha," Dick said, tilting his head enough to bare his neck.  His heart was beating loud enough he was sure Wilson could hear it.

Surrender was an old way for people to ask for protection from packs.  It was considered dishonorable to turn away anyone who surrendered, as they had to give up any previous pack bonds to throw themselves at another pack's mercy.  It would be the height of disrepute to kill someone who'd offered their surrender.

Judging by the scent of fury coming from Slade Wilson, Dick wasn't sure if that would stop him.

Surrender wasn't used much anymore, and Dick was the enemy.  Dick doubted anyone in the tent would stop Wilson from murdering him.  But if Wilson portrayed himself as a stable, sane alternative to the homicidal Ra's al Ghul—

"Very well," Wilson snarled in a deeply displeased tone of voice, "I accept your surrender."  He grabbed Dick's arm, and before Dick could even brace himself, there were teeth sinking into his collarbone, biting down hard and deep and vicious.

Dick yelped, and lost his balance when his knees went weak, but Wilson's grip held him up until the alpha was satisfied.  He let go almost as soon as he disengaged the bite, and Dick ended up crumpling, curling over Damian in the instinctive urge to make himself a smaller target.

The newly formed pack bond throbbed down his collarbone and Dick felt sick.  It felt like less of a violation than his previous one but it was just as one-sided.

Ra's had tortured Dick to extract his revenge for the trick that sent Dick to marry Ra's in Tim's place.  Dick had no doubt that Wilson could be just as inventive, if not more.

But Wilson couldn't kill him, the same way Ra's couldn't kill him.  Pack slaying was the gravest of sins.  Dick was safe.  More importantly, Damian was safe.  And for that, Dick would endure Wilson's rage.

"You know," the low voice hummed, a hand drifting across Dick's shoulder, "I had a lot of plans for Ra's al Ghul's pack."  Fingers skimmed across the bite and up.  "I didn't know I'd be lucky enough to have them fall into my lap." The hand squeezed at the back of his neck.

The scruffing was enough to finish the job the bite had started and Dick made a startled sound as he went fully pliant, held upright by nothing more than the hand on his neck.  Damian made a low, upset sound, likely from Dick's growing distress and the new pack bonds, and began to wail.

Dick tried to shush him but he couldn't move and his voice was barely a whisper.  Wilson didn't let go, though, and pitched his voice to the rest of the tent.  "You're all dismissed.  Review the plans and come back tomorrow with revised ideas.  And double the guards—I don't want anyone sneaking in or out of camp."

A flurry of movement erupted, but Dick couldn't see it.  He could only see Wilson, crouched in front of him, glaring.

"Leaves us some time to get acquainted, hm, Richard?" Wilson said lowly.  "So we can figure out exactly why you're here."

Dick felt his stomach twist.

"If this is Ra's al Ghul's idea of a clever plan," Wilson said softly, "I will make sure you spend every day from now until you die regretting it."

~#~

Dick was stripped of his pack as soon as he was dragged to another tent—which he was expecting—and Damian—which caused something to clench in his chest, tight with panic.  Wilson's grip didn't let him go after his pup, though, and attacking would've hurt Damian, and the silver-haired girl that neatly stole Damian from his arms vibrated with the same hum of pack he could feel so he could at least trust that she wouldn't murder him.

"So you're our new little baby," the girl cooed, holding the crying pup with ease and tapping him lightly on the nose.  "Shh, it's okay, baby, no need to cry—look!  I got your nose!"

Damian was unimpressed with the trick and only cried harder.

"Rose," Wilson said flatly, "that's Ra's al Ghul's son."

Dick tensed but Rose just shrugged, still working at distracting Damian from his tears.  "Well, he's ours now, right?"  Dick swallowed, but Wilson didn't visibly disagree.

Instead, Wilson was looking at him, ignoring the shrieking baby with the calm of years of practice.  Dick was not quite so sanguine and kept twitching in Rose's direction as he tried to keep his attention on Wilson.

"Strip," Wilson ordered finally and Dick went still.

Well.  Not like it was the first time.  Dick removed his clothes carefully and folded them to the side before straightening up, entirely naked, hands at his side.  He didn't look in Rose's direction.  Ra's liked to have other people in the room too, another way to add to Dick's punishment.  He never really got over the fact that he didn't get the Wayne omega that he wanted.

Damian's crying picked up a notch and Dick winced.  "Dad," Rose said, sounding mildly irritated, she was rocking Damian back and forth, "I think he's hungry."

Wilson blew out a sharp breath.  "Feed him," he said sharply, “and then we'll get back to our conversation."

Dick took a step toward Damian before halting, throat thick.  "I—I can't—I can't feed him."

"Excuse me?"

"He had a wet nurse," Dick admitted haltingly.  Ra's had kept Dick from Damian for the entire first month of Damian's birth, no matter how desperately Dick begged, and his milk had eventually stopped.  He'd tried to feed Damian when he next got to see him, but it was an exercise in futility.

Yet another thing Ra's had taken away from him.

Wilson's judgmental expression clearly showed what he thought of Dick's inability to feed his own pup.

"Go find Wintergreen," Wilson waved irritably at Rose.  "He'll know where to find someone."  Rose looked at Dick, looked at her father, and shrugged, walking out of the tent with Damian in her arms.

Dick felt like half his heart had yanked out of his rib cage and followed her.

He didn't notice that Wilson was right in front of him until the alpha growled, "Now, back to our discussion.  Why is Ra's al Ghul's mate wandering around the woods with his heir?"

"I was—I was trying to leave.  To get to Gotham."

"Abandoning your pack?" Wilson arched an eyebrow.

"He's not my pack," Dick said stiffly.  Wilson had started to circle him and Dick resisted the urge to cross his arms.

"Your mate.  Your kingdom.  And you expect me to believe that you came here to surrender with no ulterior motive?"

"You're winning," Dick said hollowly.

"How coldly practical of you."

"You're going to breach the castle," Dick said, looking up to meet Wilson's gaze.  "You're going to defeat Ra's.  And you would've come after Damian and me.  So yes, I surrendered to you, because it was the only way to keep my pup alive."

Wilson had finished his circle and stopped in front of Dick, staring.  "Do you know what Ra's al Ghul did to my son?" he asked finally.

Dick swallowed thickly.  "I'm sorry," he tried quietly.

"Do you know what I want to do to his son?"

Dick's breath caught in his throat.  "Please," he whispered, "please, he's just a baby, please don't—I'll do anything—please don't hurt him—"

"Anything," Wilson cut him off, eyes glittering.

Dick dropped to his knees, eyes already blurry.  "Anything," he promised.  "He's a baby, please, he didn't know, he wasn't even born then."  The first tear dripped hot and wet down his cheek.  "If you want revenge, take it out on me, but not Damian, please—"

A hand wrapped around his throat cut off his pleading.  Dick choked for a moment, before realizing that the hand wasn't actually cutting off his air and he could take shallow breaths.  The tears were falling faster and Wilson was nothing more than a blurry blob crouched in front of him.

"Take it out on you?" Wilson said quietly, voice razor sharp.  "Judging by the looks of you, I'd say Ra's al Ghul cares next to nothing for you.  What good would hurting you do?"  Terror rose in Dick's stomach, climbing up his chest, choking him as Wilson continued, "But his precious heir?  Ra's cares about him.  And I will have my revenge."

No, Dick wanted to shout, to scream, to shriek desperately as he groveled at Wilson's feet, but the alpha scruffed him again, and the sudden relaxation was too much of a shock to his over-stressed system.  The world went dizzy and grayness swirled around him, and Dick didn't even remember hitting the ground.

[5up3r-50n5]

Have you ever thought that surely the Batfamily have swapped their costumes just to see if they could fool the criminals of Gotham or the other superheroes?

Here's how I think it started

Dick:GUYS GUYS I HAVE AN IDEA!!!

Jason:No

Dick:But you didn't even heard it!!

Tim:We ain't changing costume Dick (and you should stop thinking out loud)

Dick:C'MON IT WILL BE FUNNN

Damian:Grayson you know you're the one I hate less, but I'm not going to wear no one's sweaty costume and surely I'm not giving mine to someone else (especially Drake)

Dick:BUT GUYS IT WILL BE FUN

Stephanie:* entering the room and heavy breathing*

*The room is silent*

Jason:The fuck are you doing here weren't you supposed to be watching a shitty movie with Cass or something

Cass:* entering the room with a milkshake and waving at them*

Stephanie:WE WERE! BUT I HAD MY DICK HAD A SUPID IDEA SENSOR ON AND I WANTED TO HEAR IT!!

Dick:...What

Damian:She knew you had a stupid idea and run here, there's literally nothing to understand

Dick:Hey!

Tim:we all have it but almost everyone in this family ignore it

Jason:Yea how do you think we can stop you from doing a Richard every time you're about to do it?

Dick:...I decide I'm going to ignore it and continue to convince you to swap costumes

Stephanie:SO THAT'S WHAT IT IS!! And btw I call dibs on double R

Tim:Well if she's in why not, and I want Red Hood

Cass:* pointing at Damian*

Damian:I'm not giving you my costume!!

Cass:

Damian:

Cass:

Damian:... UGH FINE! BUT I WANT YOUR COSTUME!!

Cass:* smiling*

Dick:AND I'M GOING TO BE SPOILER!!

Jason:Well if everyone is doing it why not Buttwing it is

Dick:It's Nightwing

Jason:Yea Yea whatever

Tim:This is going to be fucking hilarious

Duke: Hey did I miss anything

Damian:I changed my mind, I want your costume your taking Black Bat

Duke:...I shouldn't have come today

Jason:No, no you shouldn't have

And every one and then they still swap with each other just to see if anyone could see it

[vee-crytraps]

Can we get to know more about y/n? Any past relationships, does she play any sports at school etc… unless you are saving that information for the story then carry on🤭🤭

Oooh this is a good question! TYSM for asking! So, first, I don't think I'll include any of this in the stories (we'll see!) bc the reader is a civilian, which means that most of their school/personal life won't involve any known characters. I always get nervous adding OCs to these stories because most people are reading for the batboys obvs. Even if y/n is interested in someone who is a vigilante/villain and she doesn't know it, Bruce and the rest of the fam are on top of keeping them out of her lives. However! I do have some ideas about what her life looks like outside of the bat fam under the cut!

School Y/n, even though she's adopted, is still considered Bruce's daughter. She's the richest girl in Gotham, even among the kids at the academy. She's popular by nature and often gets a lot of invites to parties and events. She doesn't usually accept those invites because a lot of these events are unsupervised, and she's afraid of scandal. Y/n gets good grades. Whether or not she's a total academic superstar/genius is up to you, but she's an A-/B+ student at least. She's not out fighting crime so Bruce is really strict about her doing her homework and having things completed. Dick was a C student when he was in school, Jason and Tim are dropouts, and Damian doesn't do any homework. Even though they're all smart, you can't always pass by acing your tests. Especially if you're absent for some of those, too. Bruce is on her back about going to college and stuff, since he's grooming her to be in charge of the family's image if that makes sense? He just needs one kid to be normal and show up to things tbh She's for sure got extracurriculars. Not being a superhero means she has a lot of free time! The specifics are up to you! -if she's academically inclined, she's probably in debate or robotics -if she's socially inclined, she'll be in student government or prom court -if neither of those are appealing, she could do some volunteering, although you will pretty much always have to run it by Bruce and he'd make Damian go with you. Damian is a good guy but he is pretty abrasive and a little socially inept. He'll end up making some people uncomfortable in the process which is kind of antithetical to the gesture haha Relationships Y/n has had one or two relationships, but they were undoubtably somewhat juvenile. Going to diners/getting ice cream/walks in the park/carnival dates. They wouldn't have spent much time alone in private. I think Y/n has fooled around with these partners but not often/ has not had penetrative sex until Silas. She has a lot of anxiety over being a young woman in this setting, and has probably witnessed a lot of her more notable female classmates being shamed for sexual promiscuity in gossip rags or like online. I feel like y/n probably saw a few of those creepy 'countdown to her 18th birthday' things for herself when she was 14/15 and ever since then has been hyper aware that whoever she ends up dating/having sex with could have some incentive to publicize it. Which is socially fine if you're a dude, but can be damning for a young woman. This is why she decides to lose her virginity to Silas before the story starts. He's another wealthy kid from her school but moved there from another city two years ago. He rejects his family's wealth and thinks it makes him deep, which is why he genuinely didn't know who reader was when they met.

He doesn't care about money or popularity because he already technically has both, and up until your party you'd had no reason to believe that he'd tell anyone. Thanks for letting me info dump about my silly little series!

[batimagines]

￤d𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 i𝗻 d𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲ꜜ

↬ bruce wayne x reader

↬ warnings: mention of death and torture

↬ words: 1.8k

↬ sorry for any mistakes english isn't my language, but i tried. and if you can, let me know what you think.

❝you fooled me with your kisses

you cheated and you schemed

heaven knows how you lied to me

you're not the way you seemed❞

-- (you're the) devil in disguise, elvis presley

It was nothing but a lie.

Your relationship with Bruce Wayne was a real lie and just didn't see that fact who didn't want to. You took little effort to demonstrate otherwise.

You met at one of the gala parties where the billionaire had seen everyone with his illustrious presence. Bruce had your attention captured by you with your angelic manner and grace and intelligence too, which he recognized after the conversations you exchanged. The following week, you went out together to get to know each other better. And in just under two months, you had broken through the wall that Bruce Wayne had built around your heart.

The comments were inevitable after your relationship became public knowledge. People said many things, one of them was that you didn't really love him, that it was all a game of interests for fame and money. Many judged his courtship without even knowing you right. And some of the rumors weren't wrong anyway.

You didn't really love Bruce Wayne.

No, you didn't get involved in a relationship because of money, far from it, you were part of the League of Assassins and you were supposed to do a big act to prove your loyalty. So you went to great lengths to think of something big and came to a conclusion, you were going to kill Batman.

You believed that the best way to get the bat out of your way was to approach, not the bat itself, but who it was behind the mask. Like a virus that kills its host from the inside out. You've always been a smart girl, so it wasn't hard to put two and two together and associate Bruce Wayne with Batman, especially after comparing the number of Gotham hero's sidekicks with the number of the billionaire's children.

The bonus of your work was not only gaining the trust of Bruce, but also of Alfred and all of his children. Well, almost everyone. Damian never trusted you and because of that, he was the only stumbling block in your path.

No one understood this implication that Damian had with you, but taking into account the boy's personality, the residents of Wayne Manor just ignored it and focused on not letting you feel intimidated by the boy. After all, no matter what Damian said, you were sweet and kind Y/n, you would never hurt anyone, especially them.

But you knew it was only a matter of time before Damian finally discovered your true intentions, and so you have to put your plan into action, and fast.

All your attempts to put your plan into action were thwarted and interrupted by the green-eyed boy. And for a measly second you considered getting Damian out of your way, but you knew his parentage within the League and that would only get you into trouble, so that soon became a discarded alternative. You just needed a little more patience and believed that you would find the ideal moment.

And apparently, it had arrived. The boys were out and Alfred was busy in some room in the mansion. It was late, and Bruce was still solving some things in the batcave, alone. There was no way anyone could stop you from carrying out your plan.

You made your way from the bedroom to the batcave calmly and silently, remembering every moment spent there. As much as you didn't love Bruce, you'd have to admit that you have a good time at Wayne Manor. Bruce and the boys could be anything anyone could imagine, but they were good people who needed affection and someone to keep them from falling into total darkness, and they got that with you. Despite everything, you cared for them and were always there for them, but it was all to strengthen your good girl pose, so you looked like an angel in their lives, wasn't it? Hell, even Dick had accidentally called you mom. Everyone warmed to you quickly and it was noticeable even to those watching from the outside.

It was a shame knowing that after this day, they would hate you.

"Still awake, Y/n?"

You are awakened from your thoughts by a little voice that every time it spoke to you it was either to insult you or it was to disturb you and now, it was probably the second case.

"I was just going to call your dad to sleep, Damian. You know if we let him he'll stay overnight in the cave and if I remember correctly he has a business meeting tomorrow." You say, turning to look at the boy who was standing behind you, giving him a gentle smile.

"I see, I know. But can I tell you something? You lie badly, especially to someone who wants to join the League of Assassins." You can watch the small smile appear on Wayne's lips as your slowly fades. Cursed be the son of Talia Al Ghul.

"So, you knew. And what are you going to do? Run and tell your father that you were right about me this whole time?" If there's one thing you've learned since you were a little girl, it's not to show it when you're intimidated by someone, so you held your ground, and for God's sake, he was a 12-year-old brat.

A 12-year-old brat who was raised to become an assassin.

"No." Okay, this one you didn't expect.

"Why?"

"Because I think you're perfect for the League."

As soon as you entered the batcave, you soon had the vision of Bruce sitting in front of the computer with his back to you. A more than common scene for anyone in the Mansion.

You took a deep breath before starting to slowly walk towards him.

"I thought you had already gone to sleep." Said Bruce as soon as he noticed your presence, still focused on what he was doing on the batcomputer screen.

"I couldn't, the bed gets colder without you around." You take your hands to your boyfriend's tense shoulders, which were carrying all the stress of the last patrol, starting to massage. In a few seconds you could feel the man's shoulders relax a little under his touch.

"And you would never miss the perfect opportunity, would you?"

You let out a sigh before answering. "Oh, you know." But of course he knew, no matter how careful you had been, he would figure it out, this is Batman after all.

"I found out about a month ago." Bruce still hadn't even turned around to look at you, his eyes were still focused on the computer screen and you were still with the massage on your shoulders. Anyone entering the cave at this very moment would see nothing more than a couple moments between you. And that's what Alfred thought, he had gone down to the batcave to talk to the boss, but as soon as he entered and saw you there with your boyfriend, he decided to let you guys have a moment just for you. God, how he was going to regret this later.

"And why didn't you do anything about it?"

"I was hoping maybe you'd change your mind, or I just didn't want to accept that one of the people I loved most came into my life to try to kill me." As much as Bruce tried to hide it, you could hear the hurt tone in his voice.

"Ah, Bruce. I'm sorry to have to tell you this." You turned the swivel chair Bruce was sitting on so that he was facing you. "But you should have killed me when you had the chance." Taking your dagger out of the waistband of your pants as you spoke, you drove the sharp object straight into Wayne's stomach. You walked away and started walking through the batcave as soon as you removed the dagger, seeing the man fall to the ground. "It's true what they say, love makes people weak. What are your last words, baby?" You asked as you got closer to Bruce and crouched down so that he could look into his face, the last he would see before death, at least that's what you expected.

"When I found out your true intentions, my heart didn't break into a hundred pieces, it didn't break into a thousand pieces, not even a million. My heart broke into countless pieces. And I tried Yn, I tried to find each piece and put them in place, but then I realized that I would never find the biggest piece if I walked away from you, the piece that held my heart together. Because that piece was you."

You realized what he was trying to do, Bruce wanted to make you regret it. He wanted to say nice words to mess with your head and make you go back on your choices. But he wouldn't make it, you spent incredible moments inside that mansion and despite that, you didn't hesitate at any moment to continue with your goals and it wouldn't be now, at this point in the championship, that you would give up everything.

"I really want to hate her right now, but I can't." Bruce continued. "You're a part of me and even after everything, I still care about you. And even though I said I wish you a painful death, I secretly hope that you get everything you've ever wanted. Because I really love you when I hate you."

You don't say anything for a few seconds, the fallen man's words still being processed in your head, but you are distracted from them by the sound of clapping coming from behind you.

"Honestly? That was pathetic even for you, Dad." Turning toward the sound of the voice, you can see Damian stepping out of the shadows. "She really has a big effect on you."

"Damian?" Said Bruce.

"Tsk, Yn get it over with."

"Are you going back to the League?"

"I was raised to become a murderer, I can't live with your stupid rules dad."

"You know Bruce, Damian warned you about me, he warned you all from the beginning and you ignored him like you always do. You should listen to your children more darling, maybe if you did, you wouldn't be in this situation." You get up and walk to stand beside Damian, who hands you his katana. "Now enough talk, I've waited a long time for this moment, so now I'm going to enjoy it."

That night, the only sound present inside the Mansion was Bruce's long-suffering screams. You made a point of giving him a slow, painful death, a death caused by someone worthy of joining the League of Assassins, and Damian Wayne was there to prove it.

And when the job was done and night turned to day, the news of the murder of billionaire Bruce Wayne was everywhere. And without Batman, it was a matter of weeks before Gotham was in complete chaos.