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I feel like that goes pretty well, tbh!

So I was imagining Dick at around 16 when David disappears. So he's 29 now (13 years later). Which puts Damian around 15. So everyone else is grown and mostly out of the manor. (Duke is probably in his first year of college.)

David wasn't a secret. Everyone knows he existed and he disappeared. Bruce and Alfred don't talk about him at all and Dick avoids it. But there's a few pictures. There's a gravestone. And there's a cold file on the batcomputer that gets pulled up around David's birthday and the anniversary of his disappearance.

So I feel like the rest of the bats would be surprised. Curious about what happened. But they're all vigilantes. And it's hardly the first time someone came back from the death.

Dc x dp idea 8

What if Danny was actually Bruce’s son

Bruce is full aware he had a kid. Dick and Bruce actively knew Danny when he was a baby.

The kicker is that a natural portal opened up under him and stole him. Like they were at a park or something and with a green glow poof he is gone.

I’d blame clockwork for it. He want pariah sealed away and without Danny no one fixed vlads screw up

So danny as a baby is now in a different dimension. Fentons adopt (kidnap) the baby they find in the woods. Jazz wanted a baby brother and this baby came from a portal from the ghost zone.

They discover Danny is phantom. He didn’t know he was stolen from the woods. Jazz is panicking cause that’s her baby brother and there parents are insane. Cue parents wanting to poke and prod not nicely

Danny goes and gets Ellie cause he cares about his clone and they flee. They get in the ghost zone and clockwork does his messing around with time lines. Now Dani and Ellie are in the dc universe.

On the dc side. The same glowing green portal that stole Bruce’s son just opened and spit out Danny and Dani.

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(1.3k, typed directly into tumblr, unedited.)

That day was not the first time Bruce's world had ended. That had happened when he was eight an his parents had died.

It wasn't the first time Dick's world had ended, which had happened seven years earlier when his parents had died.

Alfred's world had ended several times over the course of his long life. But that didn't make this incident any easier to bear.

The day David Thomas Wayne was stolen from them split all of their lives into a Before and After just like every time their worlds had ended before.

It started as a good day. Davey was happy and asked his "Dickie" for a piggyback ride around the grounds. Bruce was able to stay home from Wayne Enterprises. And even Alfred was sitting out with them, in the shade with a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemonade next to him. He'd made Bruce juice a dozen lemons that morning in order to make it.

Selina was going to be coming over later to watch Davey while Bruce and Dick went out to watch over Gotham.

Bruce smiled as Dick tossed Davey in the air and caught him. Davey's shrieks of laughter echoed over the grounds and filled Bruce with a peace he never thought he'd get after his parents' deaths.

He collapsed in a seat next to Alfred.

"It's good to have children in the house again," commented Alfred.

"Yes," agreed Bruce.

Dick and Davey were rolling on the ground now. His two boys. The reasons he pushed himself to come home every night. Then Dick was on his feet and jogging over to Bruce and Alfred.

"Davey wants some lemonade!" he calls out when he's close.

"Anything for the young master." Alfred pulls out Davey's sippy cup from the diaper bag and fills it. "And would you like some as well, Master Dick?"

Dick grins. "I am rather thirsty."

Bruce poured a second glass and handed it to his oldest.

"Thanks, B!"

Bruce glanced past Dick towards Davey, wanting to make sure his kid hadn't gotten too far in the two minutes they had their eyes off him. He was still on the lawn pulling at the grass and Bruce waved to him.

Davey gave him an open mouthed smile and waved back.

Bruce was about to smile back when he noticed something strange. The grass was shining, green light reflecting off his son's skin. Bruce was on his feet in an instant, rushing forward.

Dick shouted something at him, but Bruce didn't respond. The green glow got brighter and it was clear the grass under Davey was changing.

"Davey!" he shouted.

His son began to sink into the ground. He looked at Bruce, reaching out, face now twisted in fear.

The last thing Bruce heard was his son's scream as he disappeared. By the time he got to the spot his son had been, the portal was gone and there was no sign of his baby.

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Danny flew to the rendezvous spot and let out a breath of relief when he saw Ellie. She got here. She was safe.

"Watch out!" she called and Danny jerked to the side, only just avoiding the green blast that preceded his mom's yells.

Danny didn't even have the breath to curse her, too focused on the pain in his side and the fear of what would happen if she caught him.

Ellie shot an ectoblast back at his mom, and Danny couldn't even tell her to stop. He just grabbed his sister and pulled her to the side to avoid another shot from the ectorifle his mom was carrying.

Only he didn't notice the tree and was so tired his intangibility didn't kick in instinctively. They crashed to the ground.

His mom let out a laugh of triumph and Danny cringed back, shoving Ellie behind him as they fell.

Only they didn't hit the ground.

They fell right through into a portal, the sound of ticking echoing for just a moment before they were falling up and hovering above a gravestone, a man staring at them open mouthed.

Instinctively, Danny positioned himself in front of Ellie, but she made a noise and moved until she was right next to him, hands up and glowing green.

"We don't want any trouble," said Danny. "Please don't report us. We'll go." He grabbed Ellie's wrist and tried to urge her to lower her hands.

"Davey?" asked the man.

Danny shook his head. "I'm Danny Phantom."

Ellie let the ectoplasm concentrated around her hands dissipate, but crossed them to glare at Danny instead. "No, I'm Dani Phantom. With an I."

Danny let out a long breath. "Right. She's Dani with an i, I'm Danny with a y. Call us Phantom."

"How did you get here?" demanded the man.

"Rude," retorted Ellie. "We introduced ourselves, shouldn't you do the same?"

Danny winced and moved a few inches forward, positioning himself so his bruised right side was away from the stranger. Ellie better not get them killed.

But the man's eyes widened for a moment, and he gave a wry look. "Guess I should. I'm Bruce Wayne and you appeared in my family's cemetery."

Danny's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to interrupt. We'll be on our way. Please don't tell anyone you saw us?" He grabs Ellie's hand and starts to pull her up. Invisibility climbs up his legs. He's learned most people feel more comfortable when he disappears gradually rather than all at once.

"Wait!"

The pure desperation in that one word stopped Danny where he floated, only half visible.

"My son. Thirteen years ago, he disappeared through a portal just like the one you appeared through. Could you— Do you know what might have happened to him?"

"He disappeared through a portal?"

"He was only three. I've been praying for his return every day since."

Danny grimaced, but... He couldn't refuse. Not when Mr. Wayne looked so devastated and hopeful at the same time. He couldn't resist helping if he could give the man some sort of peace.

"We came through a portal to the Infinite Realms. Sometimes called the Ghost Zone. We don't actually know where we are since portals are completely unpredictable."

"Clockwork sent us here," added Ellie. "But we don't know why."

"We had to leave where we were. Clockwork helped."

"Where is the Infinite Realms?" asked Mr. Wayne.

"Right. Yeah, of course that's what you care the most about. It's where ghosts are from."

Bruce seemed to slump in on himself. "So my son is dead?"

Danny's eyes widened and she shook his head vehemently. "No! Not necessarily. Living beings can travel to the Infinite Realms safely. There's not much in the way of food and water, but portals open between the Infinite Realms and various Living Realms constantly. He might have come back through. Either back to this universe or another."

"Is there any way to track him? Find out what happened?"

Danny and Ellie exchanged a look. Danny shrugged. Ellie sighed. "I'm not sure. There's a few people we could probably ask. But if it's been so long..."

"Right, yes. Of course." Mr. Wayne looked them both over. "Will you tell me about the Infinite Realms and how to get ahold of these people who might know where my son is? In exchange, I can get you food and a place to rest for the night. A change of clothes."

Danny hesitated. He didn't need food as Phantom. But his side ached and a place to rest sounded perfect. And he still could eat. He glanced at Ellie, silently asking what she thought. She gave the smallest of nods.

"We'd be happy to," said Danny.

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That night, Bruce sat before the batcomputer, Alfred at his shoulder as they watched the progress bar for the DNA test.

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid. The test wouldn't move any faster if he watched it and there were plenty of things he could do while it ran. But he couldn't look away.

Ninety-five percent.

Ninety-nine percent.

Finally it dinged.

Positive Match: David Thomas Wayne.

Behind him, Alfred gasped. Bruce stopped breathing entirely.

His son was home.

Dc x dp idea 8

What if Danny was actually Bruce’s son

Bruce is full aware he had a kid. Dick and Bruce actively knew Danny when he was a baby.

The kicker is that a natural portal opened up under him and stole him. Like they were at a park or something and with a green glow poof he is gone.

I’d blame clockwork for it. He want pariah sealed away and without Danny no one fixed vlads screw up

So danny as a baby is now in a different dimension. Fentons adopt (kidnap) the baby they find in the woods. Jazz wanted a baby brother and this baby came from a portal from the ghost zone.

They discover Danny is phantom. He didn’t know he was stolen from the woods. Jazz is panicking cause that’s her baby brother and there parents are insane. Cue parents wanting to poke and prod not nicely

Danny goes and gets Ellie cause he cares about his clone and they flee. They get in the ghost zone and clockwork does his messing around with time lines. Now Dani and Ellie are in the dc universe.

On the dc side. The same glowing green portal that stole Bruce’s son just opened and spit out Danny and Dani.

[wolfjackle-creates]

My bff @wolfjackle is visiting and on our first day of adventuring together ended us up at the Lego Store where we did our damndest to make our blorbos - so!

Here's my attempt at Tron to join my Lego self and Rinzler and be happy together forever ehehehhe♡♡♡♡♡♡

Also.... btw, it was NOT easy working on the screens to design his top at all!! xD

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Also!

I've started (I'm sorry) another new fic! This one is DC only and entirely SFW (wow).

Was chatting with some friends about movies because I felt like buying a bunch. And the conversation quickly devolved into all our favorites. And The Breakfast Club came up.

I had to make a comment about "huh, you know, the bats would have some amazing interactions in a breakfast club au."

I somehow made it a full capes High School AU. (Except Jason. Sorry, Jason.)

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Incidents Verse: Pollen Incident Part 2

Ship: JayTim

Rating: Explicit

(working) Summary

The bats are fighting Poison Ivy when Tim gets hit with her latest pollen. Jason is closest to him and gets him out, but in the process gets dosed himself. By the time they reach a safe house, they already know what sort of effects this one has. If he only gets the chance to sleep with Jason for one night, Tim will make the most of it.

Part 1

Word Count: 2.8k

Co-written with @veesidesandrarities

I'll be honest, yes this is sex pollen, but it's baby's first sex pollen. It's about as consensual as possible under the circumstances. Tim is thrilled (Jason would be thrilled if he didn't think he was taking advantage of Tim).

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He trailed his hand lower, stroking along Jason’s collar bone. Then pausing again over his heart. He brushed his thumb over Jason’s nipple.

Jason moaned and Tim eagerly swallowed it down and repeated the motion. He pressed harder against Jason, only for Jason to have to take a step back.

Tim made a noise of frustration and settled his hand on Jason’s waist. He reluctantly opened his eyes to figure out where the nearest wall was. To their left. Only a few steps away, thankfully. Jason made a questioning noise in the back of his throat. Tim nipped at his lip before pushing his tongue back into his mouth.

Jason’s sigh of pleasure fueled Tim. He’d make this a night Jason remembered. Maybe if he made it good enough for him, Jason would want to do this again. And if afterwards he went back to hating and ignoring Tim, at least he’d know what Jason looked like when he came or what sounds he made when Tim took his cock into his mouth.

He turned them until Jason’s back was facing the wall. Finally he let his own eyes close again and took a determined step forward, forcing Jason back.

Three steps later, Jason’s back hit the wall. Jason tensed in surprise and his lips stilled against Tim’s.

Tim pressed up against him and murmured against his lips, “It’s better like this, yeah?”

Jason took a shuddering breath and leaned forward the scant distance to resume their kiss. Tim grinned against his lips and stroked his waist before bringing his hand lower and playing with the edge of Jason’s shirt.

Then he slipped his hand under the fabric to press against the bare skin of Jason’s hip.

The moan Jason let out went directly to Tim’s cock, making his cup even more uncomfortable. But it still wasn’t enough. Tim pushed his tongue further into Jason’s mouth and reveled in the sensation of finally touching bare skin. He’d thought he’d felt good before, when Jason returned his kiss. But it was nothing to feeling bare skin under his fingers and having Jason press into the touch.

He ran his nails along soft skin until his hand was settled firmly on the small of Jason’s back. He wanted, needed more. Tim broke their kiss, and Jason let out the most delicious sound of disappointment.

It was almost enough to have Tim diving back in for more, but not quite. He rubbed their noses together, reassuring him without words that he wasn’t going anywhere.

His slid his hand down from the back of Jason’s head. Made sure to run gentle fingers down Jason’s cheek and chest until he could brush the edge of his shirt. “May I…?” he asked, voice quiet, terrified to break the silence that had fallen between them in case it also destroyed the frenzy that had possessed them as well.

But he needn’t have worried. “Please.” Jason’s voice broke on the word, filled with want and desperation and need.

Tim had never heard him sound like that before and he knew he would never deny Jason anything he asked for in that tone. Without a moment’s delay, he yanked Jason’s shirt off.

And finally Jason wrapped his arms around Tim, pulling him to his chest. With Tim’s uniform top half undone, they were touching skin-to-skin. And Jason’s arms were firm against his back. And they were kissing again.

Any lingering pain or discomfort from the pollen fled in the abundance of touch. Tim slid one hand back into Jason’s hair, holding him steady as they kissed. He ran his other up and down Jason’s back and sides, wanted to feel everything. He’d likely only get this once and he wanted to experience as much as he possibly could.

Jason must feel something similar, because one of his hands slid up Tim’s spine to end in his hair. Tim couldn’t help the moan that escapes him and he didn’t know whether to press back into the hand on his head or forward to get impossibly closer to Jason.

All he knew was that he needed more. He let his wandering hand trail lower, ran his fingers along the waistband of Jason’s pants. He reached even lower.

Only to cop a feel of Jason’s cup, rather than the cock he wanted.

Both of them made noises of frustration and Jason’s hands left Tim’s hair to reach for the latches that held Tim’s pants closed. Jason tugged, only for nothing to happen. He growled into Tim’s mouth and twisted…in the wrong direction. Tim couldn’t help but chuckle into Jason’s mouth. It was adorable. He never thought he’d get to see Jason so turned on he fumbled his grip.

“Let me,” Tim murmured against Jason’s lips. He gently grabbed Jason’s wrists, stilling their movement. Then directed Jason to put his hands on his own ass. When Jason squeezed, Tim moaned. Then, resuming the kiss, he grabbed the latches on his own pants.

Alfred and Tim had designed the special clasps years ago. They were meant to be difficult to get undone so if they were captured, it’d be harder for a rogue to strip them. If the number of complaints both of them had gotten over the years were any indication, they’d managed a little too well.

But Tim had always found it easy. A ninety degree twist to the right aligned half the hooks, so he pulled to the right to unlatch them. Then a return to center and twist the opposite direction to align the remaining hooks and tug to the left. And his pants were open. Tim sighed into Jason’s mouth in relief as the pressure on his cock instantly eased.

Jason must’ve been waiting for it as well, because he immediately slid his hands under the waistband of Tim’s pants.

Tim bit off a curse when Jason’s hands resettled on his ass with only the thin material of his boxers separating them. Jason squeezed and Tim’s knees went weak.

He needed Jason to feel this good. More than anything else, he needed to make sure Jason was taken care of. Tim reached for Jason’s pants and repeated the unlatching process in reverse. As soon as they were open, he shoved both pants and underwear down as far as he could reach without breaking the kiss.

Jason positively sobbed into his mouth with relief.

With Jason’s cock finally free, Tim wasted no time in trailing a hand up Jason’s thigh and wrapping his hand around it. Even without looking, he could feel how thick Jason was and immediately wondered what it would feel like to be split apart by his cock.

Tim stroked and Jason threw his head back with a cry, breaking the kiss. Tim didn’t let it stop him, and he kissed down Jason’s jaw and nipped at his neck. Though he did crack his eyes open to take a look.

Jason was hard and leaking, swollen and red. Tim bit at Jason’s pulse at he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, taking care to spread the fluid around and tease under the foreskin.

Jason’s grip on his ass tightened as he moaned again. “Tim, fuck.”

Tim bit at Jason’s collar bone. “What do you like?” He gave Jason another firm stroke.

Jason thrust into his hands. “Shit. Anything. Don’t stop.”

Tim huffed. Ivy’s pollen really was strong if Jason was falling apart this quickly just from his hand. He tweaked a nipple with his free hand, pulling another string of curses from Jason.

Though he wished Jason had given him some sort of hint about what he liked in bed. He hated going in blind.

Tim watched as another bead of precome collected at the tip of Jason’s cock and his mouth watered. Everyone liked getting blowjobs, right? He ran his thumb through the liquid and grinned when Jason’s hips jerked again.

He turned his mouth back to Jason’s neck and licked at his pulse point. Jason’s heart thundered under Tim’s tongue. He loved how responsive Jason was to every single thing he did.

Now he had a goal in mind, though, he didn’t linger. He bit down Jason’s collar bone, whining slightly as Jason’s hands were pulled away from his ass. He had to content himself with Jason rubbing up and down his spine over his uniform top instead.

Tim bit at Jason’s nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Jason let out a sound like he’d been punched and thrust into Tim’s grip on his cock. And Tim moved lower, alternating between biting and licking at Jason’s chest, admiring every scar. What surprised him, though, was how soft Jason looked despite the muscle Tim knew he had.

Tim stroked Jason’s cock again and played with the tip. Jason tensed and arched away from the wall, hands digging into Tim’s shoulders and revealing every hard muscle. Tim bit at the lines of his abs and looked up at Jason through his lashes.

Jason’s head was thrown back, back arched and chest glistening with sweat.

Tim’s mouth went dry and he kissed a few inches lower. Jason slowly relaxed, his muscles once more hidden. Tim bit at Jason’s hip, then the crease of his groin. And he stared at Jason’s cock—hard, red, and leaking.

Tim pushed Jason’s pants further down, letting them puddle around his ankles. Jason tried to raise a foot to kick them off, but his boots were still on. Tim reached for the laces, but then Jason’s hands threaded back into his hair. And he watched a drop of precome gather at the tip of his cock.

Tim couldn’t hold himself back any more, he leaned forward and licked up the liquid, moaning at the salty taste.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” exclaimed Jason, he thrust forward, rubbing his cock against Tim’s cheek.

Tim grinned up, shoes and pants forgotten. “And I’ve barely gotten started,” he teased. With one hand, he pressed Jason’s hip to the wall, holding him still. The other, he wrapped back around Jason’s cock.

He pressed a light kiss to the tip, then a firmer one. Jason’s grip in his hair tightened, bordering on painful and Tim couldn’t hold back his own groan. Who knew it would be so easy to make The Jason Todd lose his composure?

He parted his lips and wrapped them around the head, pulling another string of noises and half-finished curses from Jason. He tongued at the tip some more, lapping up the bitter-salty taste.

Under his hand, he could feel how tense Jason was, how he was mostly holding himself back from thrusting deep into Tim’s mouth, but not quite able to stop every motion. Tim took pity on him and sank down a few inches.

His jaw didn’t ache yet, but he could tell it was only a matter of time. He hadn’t done this in so long, he’d forgotten how much he loved it. Jason whimpered again and Tim felt a thrill of achievement.

“Tim, Tim, please,” begged Jason.

Fuck, why did his name sound so good falling from Jason’s lips? Tim moaned around Jason, wanting him to feel even better, then pulled back to tongue at his tip again.

When he sunk back down, he managed to get just a bit more. Though he stopped before he could choke. Tim bobbed his head a few times, keeping it fairly shallow and staring up at Jason.

It took a few repetitions for Jason to look back at him, but when their eyes met, Tim’s breath caught.

Jason looked wrecked. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and dripped down his chest. His harsh breathing echoed in Tim’s ears.

No more holding back. This time, when Tim pulled back, he sucked in as much air as he could. Then, maintaining eye contact, he sunk down. Lower this time and when Jason hit the back of his throat, he didn’t pull back but relaxed his jaw further and swallowed around him. Jason’s hands were a constant pressure on the back of his head and Tim let them guide him down.

By the time his nose pressed into Jason’s pubic hair, his breathing was cut off and he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes. His jaw was definitely aching now.

He was also more turned on than he had been in months.

He swallowed around Jason and shivered with pleasure at the noises the action pulled out of him. He pulled back just enough to get a gasp of air before diving back down. With the hand not holding Jason’s hip, Tim reached back to stroke his balls, dragging another curse from above.

With a few more bobs of his head, Tim was certain he wasn’t in danger of choking. Jason’s legs were trembling and Tim knew he was close. What would Jason look like, sound like, when allowed to let go?

Tim needed to see more than anything. He let go of Jason’s hip.

Jason thrust hard into his throat and Tim groaned around him.

“Wha— Fuck,” breathed Jason.

Tim sat back on his knees. He reached up and placed a hand on Jason’s ass and pulled, trying to indicate without words what he wanted.

Jason’s first thrust was hesitant, slow and almost gentle. And definitely not what Tim needed right now with the pollen coursing through his veins and setting him on fire.

Reluctantly, he let Jason slip out of his mouth, drawing a whine out of him.

“Fuck me, Jason. Please,” he begged. Then he swallowed Jason back down until his nose was pressed to his pelvis once more.

Jason’s grip in his hair tightened. Tim stared up, meeting Jason’s eyes again and hummed, urging him to let go of that last bit of control he was holding onto.

And finally Jason complied. His fingers tightened in Tim’s hair, pulling him almost off his cock, only to shove him back down. Tim couldn’t have stopped the tears that gathered if he wanted to. He grasped Jason’s ass, needing something to hold onto.

But his other hand he shoved into his own pants. He was so, so hard. He needed to come. And Jason didn’t like him. Wouldn’t it better to just… take care of things himself? That way Jason wouldn’t have to. All he’d remember was how good Tim could make him feel.

The first touch of his fingers on his own cock was blissful. He sobbed in relief around Jason’s cock. He tugged, hard and fast, not worried about finesse. Above him, Jason was losing his rhythm, no longer pulling Tim most of the way off his cock before thrusting back in.

Tim focused on sucking in air whenever he could and keeping his jaw as relaxed as possible. He’d definitely feel it tomorrow, a thought which made him whimper.

“Fuck, look at you,” gasped Jason.

Tim could feel the tears in the corners of his eyes as he looked up at Jason.

Jason, the man he’d been head over heels for since they were both kids. Since before Jason had ever heard the name “Timothy Drake.” Jason, who’s hands gripped his head and cock filled his throat.

Tim stroked himself once, twice more and tumbled over the edge, crying his relief around Jason’s cock. And then Jason was holding him down and crying out as heat hit the back of his throat. Tim swallowed as much as he could and committed the sounds to memory. They’d play in his fantasies for the rest of his life.

Tim only pulled back when the need for oxygen went from annoying to desperate. He gasped for air as he let Jason slip from his mouth.

The moment he did, Jason’s knees buckled. Tim surged up on his own and grasped Jason’s hips to help guide him to the floor.

Jason was looking at him. His mouth was slightly parted as his eyes darted across Tim’s face. Somehow, through everything, Jason’s hands still rested on the back of his head.

Tim flushed under the intense scrutiny and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth, trying to wipe away some of the mess. What if Jason hated that it was Tim he was staring at?

But then Jason let out a desperate sort of whine and yanked him forward, bringing their lips together in a violent clash. Tim fell into it. Jason was kissing him. Jason started it. He’d done well enough to earn himself a kiss.

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Hope you enjoy! Once I get the morning after written, I'll start cross-posting to AO3. The night of is fully written and 15k long.

Then we get into the next bits of the series of which there are at least five or six planned. Probably more. 😈

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[wolfjackle-creates]

"They dont see eachother as siblings" well unfortunately theyre all adopted (& in Tim & Jasons case, partially raised) by the same guy. So fucking tag your pseudo inscest fics you fucking arsehole. BASIC fucking fandom etiquette here

Oh, damn. You're like mad-mad. Wild.

Been ages since I've had a roasted marshmallow. Thanks for providing the flames!

Also, tell me you know nothing about Cass without telling me you know nothing of Cass. Why are you picking on the JayTim so much when TimCass was there, too? They're closer to being siblings in canon than JayTim. Cass was adopted during No Man's Land (or just after). Tim was back with his dad at that point, but any time he spent the night at the manor from that point on, it was while Cass was living there.

Jason, on the other hand, died before Bruce ever knew the name Tim Drake. The first (canonical) time they met was when Jason showed up at Titans Tower to kill him. (Which is a valid reason to hate the ship, tbh. One of my best friends dislikes it because of the violent history between the characters, so I don't talk details to him about any of my jaytim fics that I've got in the pipeline.) By the time Jason came back to Gotham, Tim was out of Bruce's custody and living with his dad. Never did Tim or Jason live under the same roof as minors. (Something that can't be said for Tim and Cass.) In fact, they barely interacted with each other (except to fight) until after Bruce was brought back from his little Time Adventure.

How the hell does that make them brothers? Because Tim was Bruce's foster kid for all of two months while his dad was in a coma? Or for maybe 6 months between the fake-uncle thing and Bruce getting lost in time when Tim emancipated himself? So Tim was officially in Bruce's custody for less than a year in divided instances. So that means he's automatically brothers with every other person Bruce adopted or fostered? Even the ones who are complete strangers?

I have no idea how your brain works, tbh.

Anyway, back on topic. I told you how to block the posts you didn't want to see. That is me doing what is necessary for fandom etiquette. What you are asking is for me to hurt myself to make a stranger's life easier. Using a tag like "batcest" is designed to make me feel like I'm doing something wrong I need to feel guilty about. And every time I use it, I will feel frustrated and upset. So I refuse to do that to myself. You won't even approach me off Anon; I do not know you so I'm not going to hurt myself for a total stranger when I already told you what tags I will be using. I'm sorry they're not the ones you want me to use, but I will not budge on that.

I gave you the tools you need to curate your own experience. You can use them or not.

If blocking the tags "JayTim," "JayTimCass," "DickBabs," and/or "StephCass" is too much work for you, I'm going to have to recommend you block my blog. I've got over 30k of a JayTim fic written that has mostly been unshared. In fact, you've inspired me to share more of it today, so I'll be doing that after posting this! Thanks for making me think of it ^.^

[wolfjackle-creates]

So it's been a day, I think we can all agree. Hope you enjoy this bit of escapism that I'm gonna share.

This is from a series I've been writing with @veesidesandrarities that we've been calling IncidentsVerse. It's JayTim and NSFW. I find smut easy and relaxing to write so when I'm stuck on a main wip, I like to visit this one.

Which means I've got quite a bit written!

Summary: The bats are fighting Poison Ivy when Tim gets hit with her latest pollen. Jason is closest to him and gets him out, but in the process gets dosed himself. By the time they reach a safe house, they already know what sort of effects this one is.

If he only gets the chance to sleep with Jason for one night, Tim will make the most of it.

Background/Content Warnings: This is about as consensual as you can get with sex pollen. Tim is 100% in. Jason would be equally excited, but he thinks Tim hates and fears him. (He's a bit silly.)

This section is Tim POV.

Under the cut. This section will get a bit heated, but not quite to the smut yet.

Word count: 2.3k

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Jason’s grip on his wrist was tight.

Tim focused on the singular point of contact. His wrist was warm. Every other part of his body froze or burned by measure. Ivy’s new pollen was hitting him hard and he couldn’t get his brain to pay attention to anything but Jason’s grip on his wrist.

He didn’t even know what street they were on. And he was bat-trained; he knew Gotham like the back of his hand.

His foot caught and he pitched forward, his free arm windmilling to keep his balance. Jason shouted…something…and spun, grabbing him by the elbow and keeping Tim from falling on his face.

Tim’s breath caught at the additional point of contact. Pleasant warmth shot straight to his groin. He couldn’t even summon up the wherewithal to be embarrassed at almost tripping in a pothole of all things. The pleasure drowned out everything else.

Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In his ear, he could hear the rest of the bats shouting orders and reports and questions, but he couldn’t focus. They made no sense.

Jason let go of his elbow, and Tim couldn’t hold back the whimper. He forced his eyes open and looked at Jason. Or, well, he looked at Red Hood’s helmet.

“Keep moving.”

Tim nodded. He could do that. Jason’s hand was still tight on his wrist and he could focus on that. He would be fine. He had to be fine.

Whatever Ivy had put in this latest pollen was different from her normal cuddle pollen. That didn’t scatter his thoughts like this. Or make his uniform feel like it was chafing against his thighs. Or leave him achingly hard in his cup.

Jason took off again, dragging Tim behind him. Leading him…somewhere. Tim should probably care about where they were going, but he just couldn’t. All he could think about was Jason’s hand on his wrist.

And how uncomfortable the rest of him was.

Someone shouted over the comms and the volume left him wincing. His fingers fumbled as he reached up to turn it off, but after a moment, the speaker fell silent. He let out a breath of relief.

He stared ahead of him as they ran. And couldn’t help but notice—not for the first time—how Jason’s thigh holsters accentuated his ass.

Tim licked his lips. Jason’s ass was a thing of beauty. He forced his eyes down to the ground, mortified at his thoughts. Only for them to slide back up within a few thundering steps.

He cursed himself for being unable to look away. Why did Jason have to be the closest to him when his respirator broke? Anyone else would’ve been better.

Okay, well. Not Bruce. Or Damian. Or Dick.

Steph. Why couldn’t it have been Steph? They might’ve broken things off for very good reasons, but she wouldn’t have complained about one more night with him. Assuming this pollen did what he thought it did.

And really, with how tight his cup was and how he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jason’s ass, it really wasn’t in doubt. Not for the first time, he wondered what Jason’s cock looked like. With the way Jason avoided him, they’d never been in the showers together in the cave. Never had to go through decontamination together, either.

And here he was, hand around Tim’s wrist, as he led them to safety. Tim’s heart beat fast in his chest. If he’d known this is what it took to get Jason to stop ignoring him?

No. He didn’t want Jason to see him like this. Think he was even more stupid than he already did. Shit, why did it have to be Jason? He was the last person Tim wanted to see him like this.

He hoped they’d get to their destination soon. He could fall apart once Jason left him. He bit back a cry at the thought of being left alone. Without even Jason’s hand around his wrist to chase away the burning.

Would he even be able to stand by and let Jason leave? Or would Ivy’s pollen have him jumping Jason the moment they were alone? Tim bit back a gasp at the idea of Jason, aching and desperate, pushing into him, taking him hard and fast.

Or Jason spread out below him as Tim pushed into him.

Jason dragged him into an alley, then dropped his wrist.

Instantly, the discomfort spread. It felt like bugs of ice were skittering across his skin, spreading from where Jason had been holding him. Tim fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself, he shut his eyes tightly as he tried to push through the sensation.

He needed to focus.

“…in!”

Jason wouldn’t leave him here. He wouldn’t. He might hate Tim, might not care what happened to him. But he did care what Dick thought. And Dick would be pissed if Jason left him.

So he wasn’t left alone. He forced his breathing to slow and opened his eyes and tried to focus.

“Tim!”

Tim looked up. Jason was kneeling on the platform of a fire escape holding out his hand.

“Get up here, idiot!”

Jason. He was waiting for him. Tim’s knees shook as he pushed himself to his feet, whether from relief or the pollen he couldn’t begin to guess.

He backed up a few steps and took a running leap for the fire escape. His fingers closed around the bottom run of the ladder, but before he could try and pull himself up, Jason’s hands grabbed him under his arms. They were so big; even through the layers of his uniform, he could feel their pressure. And the pleasure their touch brought him made him weak in the knees.

But as soon as he was on his feet and on the platform, Jason let go of him. Tim bit back a whimper as the ice bugs returned, chasing away the feel of Jason’s touch.

Then Jason grabbed his wrist again. It helped. Not enough. Tim was starting to think only full-body contact would really be enough. But Jason’s grip on his wrist helped.

He was too lost in his own mind to pay attention to how many floors they climbed up before Jason once more dropped his wrist to unlock a window.

Tim didn’t fall to his knees this time. He wanted to, but he locked them to keep standing. Then Jason was pressing a large hand to his back, urging him through the window.

Tim obeyed. He’d do anything if it meant Jason would keep touching him.

Though once he was inside, he lost contact again. This time, he did collapse to the floor. He scrambled for the clasps that held on his cape, letting it slide to the floor. Breathing came easier without its heavy weight. His chest straps and utility belt were the next to go, then his gloves.

He got his uniform top open just enough to shove frozen fingers underneath so he could touch bare skin. Jason’s hand on his back, even with his cape and uniform between them, had still felt better.

But they were inside now, he couldn’t expect anything more of Jason.

Around him, he heard Jason lock up the window and pull down the blinds before stomping away. This was it. He’d be left alone now.

He couldn’t have held back the sob that escaped him at that realization had he tried. He’d have to suffer through this burning-freezing for hours. Alone. Who knew how long the pollen would last.

He curled over his knees and opened a few more clasps on his uniform top so he could hug himself tighter. The sensations from the pollen were beginning to transform into pain and he bit his tongue to keep from calling out to Jason.

He needed a plan. He need to think.

Instead, he just pressed his forehead harder into his knees and focused on his breathing. He was trembling, he could feel it in his knees. And fire burned along his skin. Where he’d wrapped his arms around himself felt a little better, but it was like a sip of water in the desert.

Jason banged around the kitchen, and Tim flinched. Why hadn’t Jason left yet? At least then he’d be able to fall apart without shame. He bit his cheek and held back a cry.

Something cold hit the top of his head. “Oi, pretender.”

Tim flinched at the title, but looked up. He wanted to glare, but he didn’t even have that much control right now. And the domino would make it hard to see anyway.

Jason was standing above him. He’d stripped down to just his undershirt, even his domino was gone, and was holding out a bottle of water. The undershirt clung to Jason, accentuating every muscle and Tim bit his lip as he tried to focus his eyes on the water bottle and not Jason’s pecs. Or worse, his crotch.

His thoughts once more turned to what Jason might be hiding in his pants.

Jason rolled his eyes and shook the bottle. “For you. Drink it.”

Shit, he needed to pull himself together. Jason was going to be disgusted by him for forever if he kept this up. He probably already was.

It physically hurt to pull his hand away from his body, but he forced himself to take the bottle. He was not going to make Jason remind him a second time. He stared at the bottle for a moment before realizing he would need two hands to open it.

The pain multiplied when he pulled his second arm away from himself. He was fairly sure he whimpered.

When Jason flinched, he was definitely sure. Tim downed half the water to keep from saying or doing anything else to make it worse. The rest, he dumped over his own head.

The cold…did nothing. He still wanted to plaster himself to Jason’s front, get a hand up his shirt. Or down his pants. Both. Get his tongue into Jason’s mouth.

Jason’s knuckles tapped his head again. This time, he was holding out a wet towelette. “For your mask.”

Tim took it gratefully, letting the empty water bottle fall to the floor. Within moments, his domino joined it.

Then he wrapped his arms around himself again and curled back up. It was the only way he could keep from staring at inappropriate places. And without his mask, he’d be completely unable to hide it.

“You should, you should go.” Tim hated the way his voice shook.

Jason snorted. “Sure. And get eviscerated by Dickiebird? No thanks.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t. And it’s not like you even like me. Why stay?”

Jason sighed and crouched next to him. “Come on, let’s get you up. Think a hot shower will help?”

Tim shrugged he had no idea. But Jason wrapping an arm around his waist to help him up definitely helped. The pain lessened immediately. Especially now that Jason didn’t have any of his armor on. He couldn’t help but lean into Jason, reveling in the feel of being so close to him for the first time ever.

Which is also when he noticed the slight tremble in Jason’s arms and the flush of his cheeks and how heavy his breaths were.

“You were dosed, too.” It wasn’t a question.

Jason tensed, but dragged Tim along as he made his way…somewhere. The bathroom? “I’m fine,” was the gruff reply.

Tim dug his heels in, stopping them cold. When Jason actually stumbled at the movement, Tim was doubly certain. He tried to hold back the wince when Jason’s arm fell from his waist and planted himself in front of the man he’d been attracted to since they were both children. Without conscious thought, his hands ended up on Jason’s hips. “I can help.”

Jason’s adam’s apple bobbed and he shook his head. But Tim also noticed how his breath caught and his hands twitched as if to reach out and touch.

“I can help,” Tim repeated. Slowly, projecting every movement, he dragged one hand up Jason’s chest to rest it on his cheek.

Jason didn’t move an inch, though every muscle was tense.

Tim brushed his thumb against the corner of Jason’s mouth. “Let me,” he whispered. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to Jason’s.

He started gentle. No matter how much he wanted, needed, he started gentle. He pressed his lips to Jason’s bottom lip, then his upper one. He brushed his thumb against Jason’s cheek bone.

Then Jason made a noise.

Tim’s cup got impossibly tighter and his tongue slipped out to brush against Jason’s lips. And Jason’s tongue came out to meet it.

Tim didn’t even try to stop the whimper that escaped him as their tongues entwined and he got his first taste of Jason. He wanted to pinch himself, make sure this was real, but the idea of taking a single finger off of Jason was detestable.

He took a half step closer, bringing them chest to chest. He twisted his head slightly to get a better angle and push his tongue further into Jason’s mouth.

Jason shuddered against him, and Tim scraped his fingers along his side to soothe him.

However still Jason kept the rest of him, he kissed Tim back hard. His tongue was hot in Tim’s mouth and the feel of it just made him want more.

Slowly, Tim trailed his fingers down Jason’s cheek. He brushed against his strong jaw then down his throat, pausing a moment to feel his thundering pulse in his carotid. Through it all, he continued to kiss Jason and revel in the feel of their lips pressed together and tongues entwining.

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I'll Never Be The Same

Second installment of the series A Family Next to Normal where Tim gets adopted by Alfred instead of Bruce and things go better.

@flipwizardstarlight wrote a sequel to my fic Something Next to Normal! It is So Damn Good. Made me cry reading in (in a good way).

I'll Never Be The Same (AO3 Link)

Summary:

The sprain from last night isn't bad, but he has been feeling sick for a few days before it and appreciates the night off. Not just the night off, but the night off with Alfred. It's been almost three months since Tim agreed to stay with Alfred and just about two since it went from unofficial and unnamed to Alfred being his official Foster Father. Alfred's his dad now, even if Jack is still technically alive. The transition has been easier then Tim ever would have guessed, though with all of the changes followed by the Clench, they haven't had much time to just sit and exist together like this.

Word Count: 3,463

Martha Wayne comes home one day with a surprise for her boys Thomas and Alfred and they have a lovely evening. Years later, Alfred reminisces with his second son as they have a quiet evening in. It is so soft and sweet and very worth checking out.

Have a short teaser:

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Martha is fairly bursting with excitement as she steps through the door to her home, sparing only a second to give her Alfred a kiss on the cheek as she steps past him. "Good evening, Alfred!" She says as she pulls her gloves off and hands him her hat, her grin about as wide as it will go.

Alfred raises an eyebrow at her cheer but doesn't ask about it, no doubt knowing he will hear about it whether he does or not. "Good evening, my Lady," he says. "And to you as well, Captain."

"Lieutenant," Thomas greets, placing his own small kiss on the opposite cheek that Martha did. "Our Lady picked something up on her lunch break today but has yet to share what it is with me."

"Has she now?" Alfred helps Martha out of her coat and then takes Thomas's so he can go hang them together. Martha blushes gently, still unused to and delighted by the sound of her loves claiming her so bluntly. They have been doing it more often since she and her Thomas were married, and Martha feels as though she will never be used to it.

"And I will continue to refuse until after we have had a proper dinner," she lays one hand on Tom's arm as they wait for Alfred to join them for the journey to the private dining room. "Otherwise I fear we would miss the meal entirely."

Alfred's smile is soft as he returns and offers his elbow. She tucks her hand into it as Tom says, "How was your day, then, Alfred? Is it getting lonely out here yet?"

(And read the rest on AO3)

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Tell Me This Is Real (Do You Really Want Me?)

@flipwizardstarlight and I have got Chapters 2 and 3 out now!

Chapter 2 and Chapter 3

Fic Summary:

Jason loves Tim and Cass. The fact that he somehow managed to win their forgiveness and friendship is a miracle and he'll never be sure how he managed it. He won't let himself expect or hope for anything more. Tim and Cass have been trying to date Jason for months and he refuses to get it. But he's not rejecting them either. Maybe it's time to put forth their suit in a way that even the most oblivious omega cannot miss. Looks like it's time to craft the perfect courting gifts.

Fic Rating: E

Ship: Jay/Tim/Cass, Tim/Cass (Established Tim/Cass and Jason is joining their pack/bond)

Chapter 3 is where we earn our E rating ^.^

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Preview for Chapter 2 (sfw)

Jason fusses with the wrappings on the dumplings that are waiting to be steamed. Tim and Cass will be here any moment, and he's restless. He's never shown them his nest before; it always felt too intimate. But now he is allowed that intimacy and he'll get to keep them there all night. And tomorrow is a Sunday, so Tim doesn't even have to rush off early to get to the office.

He's already got a full breakfast planned in addition to dinner tonight.

A loud knock sounds on the door and Jason jumps to his feet. Within seconds, he's pulling open the door to see his alphas, both projecting the same sort of nervous anticipation that he is. Cass is carying a large bouquet of colorful flowers which she holds out to him.

Jason can feel himself flushing as he takes it from her. He's not the sort of omega alphas give flowers to and the gesture fills him with butterflies. "You guys didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course we did. And besides that, we wanted to," says Tim. He's got a duffle bag in one hand and a gift bag in the other. He lifts the gift bag. "I also brought wine. One red and one white since I wasn't sure what we were having to eat."

Jason steps to the side and waves them in. "I, uh, thought it might be nice to spend the entire evening in my nest. So I made a lot of finger foods."

Surprised delight with an undercurrent of arousal leak into their scents at his words. Tim gives him a peck on the lips as he walks in. "That sounds wonderful," he says. "I'd love to spend as much time in your nest as you'll let us."

Cass nods. "Me, too. Thank you." She shuts the door behind her.

Jason reaches out with his free wrist to scent them both. "Well, let me get something to put these in." He pauses a moment, then adds, "No one's ever gotten me flowers before."

Tim blinks at him, then shakes his head. "Never let me meet anyone you dated before us. Because it will be on sight. Also, get used to getting them."

Jason laughs and pulls Tim into a quick kiss. "Guess I'll have to buy a vase, then, won't I?"

"Two," says Cass.

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Preview for Chapter 3 (this section is mostly sfw, full chapter is not)

Jason yawns as he continues to spy on the illegal poker game in the building across the street. He's got an earbud in that's letting him listen in on the conversation, but it's just boring. They're not talking about the trafficking operation at all.

He wishes Cass or Tim could've joined him. They always make stakeouts more fun. Tim's commentary often has him laughing so hard Tim has to kiss him to keep anyone from hearing.

Meanwhile Cass loves to drape all over him and tease him with soft kisses or lingering touches. Stakeouts with her always leave him soaked, and she then presents him to Tim like he's a gift. He's guaranteed a fun night after the drudgery of stakeouts when she joins him.

But both of them are busy with their own cases so he's stuck here on his own and miserable. And it's cold.

His bond with Cass pulses seconds before the tell-tale thunk of a grapple sounds behind him. Has she wrapped up what she was working on? Is she here to keep him company? He'd tried to mask how much he was dreading tonight, but his feelings on stakeouts are well-known.

He sends back a pulse of happiness that she's here, but all he gets from her is frustration and hurt. Jason is on his feet in an instant.

Cass pulls herself onto the roof and jabs the button to retract her grappling hook before shoving it into her belt. Only then does she look his way; even in uniform he can see how tense she is.

"Black bat?" he asks.

An instant later, she is in his arms, hugging him tightly. Through their bond, she sends even more frustration, though Jason can tell it's not directed at him. She nuzzles into his neck before making a frustrated noise and pulling back.

She reaches for the zipper on his jacket and Jason lets her open it halfway and shove the sleeve off his shoulder. He just continues to hug her and makes sure she can feel his love and worry for her.

She sends her own love back at him, though it's not enough to mask her agitation. With his jacket out of the way, she reaches for his scent blocker and peels back just the corner. Jason tenses, but doesn't stop her.

All Cass does is shove her nose to the exposed skin and breathe in deep. She relaxes minutely in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Jason asks, now that she appears to be a little more settled.

Cass breathes in deeply again before pulling away with a disappointed hum. She presses the patch back down. Carefully she looks around them, but they're in the open on a rooftop in Gotham. She stays close and in the shadow of their bodies, angrily finger-spells T-I-M.

Jason blinks in surprise. Are his alphas fighting? They never fight. He bites his lip for a moment, then taps a button on his helmet to request a connection to Barbara.

"What's up, Hood?"

"I'm on a stakeout but have to leave. Have a mic in the room. Could you get a recording of what they're saying for me to review later?"

Barbara hums and he can her the click of her keyboard over the comm. "Got it. I'll send you the recording tomorrow." She pauses, then adds, "See you're with Black Bat. Everything okay?"

Jason hums. "Far as I know, no one's hurt or anything. I'll keep you updated if any of us can't patrol tomorrow, though."

"Please do." The line disconnects so Jason can turn his attention back to his alpha.

He lets go of Cass just long enough to release his helmet and lets it fall to the roof. He rests their foreheads together and closes his eyes. "Love you," he says, making sure she can feel the truth of it in their bond.

"Omega," she says as she hugs him.

Jason settles a hand on her neck and fingers the edge of her cowl. When she doesn't pull away, he lifts it just enough to bare her mouth so he can kiss her. More tension leaves her body as they kiss.

But he can't soothe this with just physical affection. He pulls away. "What did our dumbass alpha do?"

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I'll Never Be The Same

Second installment of the series A Family Next to Normal where Tim gets adopted by Alfred instead of Bruce and things go better.

@flipwizardstarlight wrote a sequel to my fic Something Next to Normal! It is So Damn Good. Made me cry reading in (in a good way).

I'll Never Be The Same (AO3 Link)

Summary:

The sprain from last night isn't bad, but he has been feeling sick for a few days before it and appreciates the night off. Not just the night off, but the night off with Alfred. It's been almost three months since Tim agreed to stay with Alfred and just about two since it went from unofficial and unnamed to Alfred being his official Foster Father. Alfred's his dad now, even if Jack is still technically alive. The transition has been easier then Tim ever would have guessed, though with all of the changes followed by the Clench, they haven't had much time to just sit and exist together like this.

Word Count: 3,463

Martha Wayne comes home one day with a surprise for her boys Thomas and Alfred and they have a lovely evening. Years later, Alfred reminisces with his second son as they have a quiet evening in. It is so soft and sweet and very worth checking out.

Have a short teaser:

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Martha is fairly bursting with excitement as she steps through the door to her home, sparing only a second to give her Alfred a kiss on the cheek as she steps past him. "Good evening, Alfred!" She says as she pulls her gloves off and hands him her hat, her grin about as wide as it will go.

Alfred raises an eyebrow at her cheer but doesn't ask about it, no doubt knowing he will hear about it whether he does or not. "Good evening, my Lady," he says. "And to you as well, Captain."

"Lieutenant," Thomas greets, placing his own small kiss on the opposite cheek that Martha did. "Our Lady picked something up on her lunch break today but has yet to share what it is with me."

"Has she now?" Alfred helps Martha out of her coat and then takes Thomas's so he can go hang them together. Martha blushes gently, still unused to and delighted by the sound of her loves claiming her so bluntly. They have been doing it more often since she and her Thomas were married, and Martha feels as though she will never be used to it.

"And I will continue to refuse until after we have had a proper dinner," she lays one hand on Tom's arm as they wait for Alfred to join them for the journey to the private dining room. "Otherwise I fear we would miss the meal entirely."

Alfred's smile is soft as he returns and offers his elbow. She tucks her hand into it as Tom says, "How was your day, then, Alfred? Is it getting lonely out here yet?"

(And read the rest on AO3)

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hiya could you please tag your batcest posts as batcest in the future? thank you!

Hi, I appreciate your ask, but I won't be tagging anything beyond the actual ships. The way I write these characters, if they're in a romantic relationship, they do not see each other as siblings. So even pretending they're in the same ballpark as incest by using a tag like "batcest" feels like it's misrepresenting the case. I'd only use an incest-related tag if the characters played into a familial dynamic as a kink or something which is not something I am interested in writing.

As for now, the only intra-bat ships I plan to write for are JayTim and JayTimCass and I'll always use those tags with the names in that order, so feel free to add both to your blocklist. (I do have more JayTim stories planned, but no more JayTimCass. Though there will be more chapters for this fic posted in the coming days/weeks.) Oh, and I'll probably write some DickBabs and StephCass as side pairings. So if those bother you (since the way I see it, they're as close to being siblings as JayTim or JayTimCass), you'll probably want to block those as well.

If I ever get the urge to write any intra-bat ship beyond those four, I'll make an announcement first so people can block the tag as they need.

I do know how much it can suck to be confronted with a nOTP unexpectedly, so I hope I've given you enough information to not have to deal with it again (from me at least).

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Tell Me This Is Real (Do You Really Want Me?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64915900/chapters/166862980

Entry for Omega Jason Todd Week 2025

Jason loves Tim and Cass. The fact that he somehow managed to win their forgiveness and friendship is a miracle and he'll never be sure how he managed it. He won't let himself expect or hope for anything more. Tim and Cass have been trying to date Jason for months and he refuses to get it. But he's not rejecting them either. Maybe it's time to put forth their suit in a way that even the most oblivious omega cannot miss. Looks like it's time to craft the perfect courting gifts. Day 1: Courting Jewelry, Mating Chase Day 3: Mating Bonds Share Emotions Day 5: Jason Is Insecure

Relationships: Cassandra Cain/Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain/Tim Drake

Tags: Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake, Alpha Cassandra Cain, Courting Rituals, Mating Rituals, Jewelry, Oblivious Jason Todd, Pining Tim Drake, Pining Cassandra Cain, Falling In Love, Good Parent Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 7.1k (chapter 1)

@flipwizardstarlight are co-writing a fic for this event. It'll be six chapters total and the first 3 are completely written and will be posted this week. The rest is fully plotted and partially written.

Chapter 1 is SFW, but it will become explicit in later chapters (*cough*three&six*cough*)

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Sorry for not paying attention to which blog stuff was going to. Multitasking is a bad idea 😅

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Huh. Apparently I never added this to my masterpost. Reblogging because I've been thinking of getting this cross posted to AO3 and I don't want to lose it!

(Also, the masterpost is maxed out on links so I need to do something to it.)

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[wolfjackle-creates]

My last line when I saw this made no sense out of context. So I wrote another.

Unfortunately, [Tim] couldn’t take more than a glance before Maddie shot another laser at him.

(Substituted a name for context)

Tagging (also zero pressure) @hailsatanacab @flipwizardstarlight @isalisewrites @greensword101 @gremlin-bot

Last Line Challenge!

I was tagged by @crystalshard (thank you!!)

Last line I wrote:

It might not even happen, but the chance of it is so powerful that Clint can’t do much but say, yeah, okay, and build himself a little house on the edge of a fairy ring, deep in the forest, and settle in to wait.

Zero pressure tagging: @wolfjackle @wanderingjedihistorian @bittercape @safelycapricious @mightymightygnomepriest @there-must-be-a-lock @betrayedbycinnamon @artaxlivs & anyone who wants to do this!