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batsythoughts · 2 months

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Alright, but Bruce Wayne with 'Meet Cute' and 'Tragic Love Story' combined? I personally need to get this idea off my chest, so enjoy.

Due to his strained sleep schedule and social life, Bruce would occasionally need a pick-me-up

There was this one Cafe that he enjoyed due to how strong they were able to make the coffee compared to other shops in the city

Normally he would walk in and the employees would start working on his order before he even got to the counter

One day, he was grabbing his cup from the counter when he noticed something unusual on the sleeve of the cup

Holding the cup closer to his face, he takes in the sight of a multicolor butterfly that was 'flying' across the cup sleeve

He turned to the manager with a raised brow, to which the manager looks over at one of the employees at the other end of the counter with an annoyed gaze

Bruce turns his gaze to see you standing there with a handful of sharpies in your apron pocket as you look at both men with a shrug

"I got bored."

Your manager began to give a small lecture on the fact you were getting paid to do a job and doodling wasn't apart of that job

You made a face, which Bruce found slightly amusing, to your manager with crossed arms

"I come in to prep at 3 a.m. for 6 days every week, by myself might I add. I do the work that is supposed to be divided to be done by 3 people. I have to fight you to get 15 minutes out of my hour long lunch. I'm sorry you don't like that I don't actively search for more work to do when I'm already doing more than my 10 dollar an hour pay grade. If you don't like it, fire me. But don't forget that I can sue you for sexual harassment because I'm certain you forgot that the owner put had cameras installed in the freezer to safe guard the minors who work here."

Bruce felt shocked as he glared over at the manager, who was suddenly very quiet and very flustered at your words

Before Bruce was able to tear into this poor excuse of a man, a woman in a formal suit came out of the backroom with fire in her eyes

You smiled as you look from your manager to this woman, who Bruce was assuming to be the previously mentioned owner, asking oh so sweetly if you could go to your break

Bruce watched you walk out the door with a strange curiosity blooming in his mind. Despite having never paid much attention to you beforehand, but now he was wondering what more there was to you

The next couple of weeks, Bruce found himself coming to the Cafe more often in the mornings to interact with you more and to see more of your doodles on his morning coffee cup

He was even subconsciously going to the block on his patrols to make sure you were getting into the shop alright on the days when you opened alone

Eventually, the habits were beginning to get noticed by everyone around him. Tim and Damian noticed he was a bit more cheerful in the mornings when they were taken to school. Jason realized the determination that Bruce put in at 2:57 every night on one block specifically. They were all clueless until Dick, Cass, and Stephanie started rummaging through his office and found the original cup sleeve placed in the back of one of his desk drawers

The next day when Bruce was going to be busy with a meeting with a few shareholders, Dick and Barbara came walking into the Cafe with huge grins on their faces

When they made their way to the front of the line and ordered, they excitedly asked for the barista that was drawing the cup sleeves

When they were pointed to your direction, they went over and started to explain that Bruce had found you interesting and they thought he would want to get to know you better if he could

Barbara pulled up a picture of Bruce in case you didn't quiet remember him. But you smile with a small nod saying the you remembered him from the incident with the old manager

Dick got even more excited as he asked if you would be willing to maybe, potentially, want to go out with Bruce for a date because they bet that he found you cute and was scared to get rejected

Later that day when Bruce had finally gotten home, Dick and Barbara were waiting by the door as they practically were jumping in their spots

They held out a coffee cup to Bruce, which made him feel anxious that they had found out about his small infatuation

He took the cup to see a small drawing of a ticket with a box of popcorn. He saw your name with a phone number with a a simple question. 'Movie on Tuesday?'

Bruce doesn't have time to scold or thank them before they ran off in the manor

He went to his office, closing and locking the door before taking out his phone to send you a quick message about what you might want to watch

He began to think it might have been a bad idea as he started to type that he had the wrong number when he saw a response suddenly pop up

You had confirmed the movie and time that might work with both of your schedules to go watch it

Bruce quickly double checked his schedule before confirming that it worked out for him and suggested to meet up there, he wanted you to feel like you could leave if you ever wanted to during the whole thing

As the day came closer, Bruce felt concerned for the date and if it would be best to back out and spare potential heart ache down the road

But he fought down his worries as he dressed down in casual clothing so he wouldn't be noticed

After getting a pep talk from almost every one of the Bat children, Bruce finally drove to the theater with a few minutes before the meet up time

He was slightly shocked to see you actually standing in front and waiting for him out front in your own style of formally casual clothes

He got out of the car and walked up to you with a slightly awkward confidence with his greeting. The man may have the ability to charm almost any person on a whim, but it was different this time. This time, he was genuinely interested in the person in front of him

The smile you gave Bruce when he walks up warms his heart in a way he hadn't felt in some time

He paid for the tickets and tried to pay for the snacks, but you insisted that you didn't want him to pay for the whole thing

"It's just popcorn and drinks. I've got it this time."

This time. The words had Bruce feeling hopeful for the next date even though this one wasn't even over

Getting settled into the seats, you two delve into light conversation, the occasional laugh slipping in

By the time the lights went down for the movie to start, Bruce had already considered this to be a successful date with how much he felt you two had bonded

The theater was quiet as the movie played, the screen casting a soft glow over all the faces there

Bruce had felt himself truly relaxing for the first time in so long as he sat next to you in the partially full theater

He almost jumped when he felt you suddenly lean into his side halfway through the movie

But he relax before moving his arm around your shoulders as he glanced over to see if it was alright

The small smile on your face as you leaned closer to Bruce made a small flutter to form in his stomach

When the movie came to an end, Bruce kept his arm around your shoulders as everyone walked out into the parking lot

There was small talk about thoughts on the movie before the goodbyes had to be said for the night

He was questioning himself on if a hug would be the best to do or if that would be too forward

You beat him to it as you gave him a small peck to him cheek before saying you would text him to let him know you got home safe

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he drove back to the manor. Completely forgetting about the small army of children that would interrogate him the moment the door opened

He got bombarded with different types of questions from 'did you have a good time', 'what are they like', 'are you going out again soon'

Damian mostly just listened while standing there before he asked if there was a photo of his father's potential consort. Dick says he's got one to show him later

(Bruce makes a mental note to talk to the Damian about appropriate terms to use in relationships and to get the photo Dick has)

Bruce quickly told all of them to go and get ready for patrol as he pushed his way past the entryway

All the children smiled to themselves as the began to go to the Batcave to get their gear together with the intention of getting more information later

Bruce took a moment to breath before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it to see that you had messaged him when you got home and couldn't wait until next time

"This one must be special if you smile at a message."

Bruce looked up at Alfred when he heard that comment, not even realizing he was smiling

Alfred had a soft look in his eyes as he gave a simple nod before walking away for Brice to be alone

Bruce typed a quick message in agreement of meeting up again sometime soon before putting his phone away to get ready for the night ahead

The next few months (yes, months because he wants to be cautious with this relationship), Bruce had tried to make plans at least once every week for dates

Each time the two of you spent time together, he couldn't deny the feeling that he got when being around you. You never tired to bring his money into it and never pushed for the pace to go faster over the course of the whole thing

He even asked if you could be official with each other relationship wise, though not entirely out on the public eye if you didn't feel comfortable with all the sudden attention, which you happily agreed to

He had finally asked if you would want to come to the manor one day to properly meet all the kids, who were all eager to get to meet you

You both agreed on a day and time to have dinner later that same week he suggested it

The night of the whole dinner, Bruce and the kids helped Alfred get the manor cleaned and even assisted in the cooking

They were all excitedly waiting in the living room dressed in their best clothes for the occasion as the time for you to get there getting closer

As the minutes went by, everyone starts to get anxious as there wasn't anoise coming from outside the door

The moment the hour struck, everyone was on edge for the knock on the front door to come at any moment

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Stephanie and Barbara were trying to be hopeful by saying maybe you just had to change outfits from a last minute stain accident

Tim and Dick were saying that a family thing could have come up and maybe you were trying to get it handled before coming over

Damian had a hopeful tone as he stated that there was most likely traffic and you were just caught in the middle of it (he was really hopeful about his father finding a good partner)

Bruce gave a small smile to all of them before he decided to send you a quick text to ask if everything was alright and if you needed to reschedule for another day

Jason gave a small grunt before grabbing the remote. Turning on the TV as he said that Damian was right and the traffic news would prove it

Flipping through the channels, he finally got to the news channel. And dear God, did Jason wish he could take that decision back

Every one stared in silence as the lights flashed on the screen as they took in the sight of a terrible car crash

A reporter talked about the fact a drunk driver had blown through a 4 way stop and had hit the victim's car that was sadly just at the wrong place

The reporter had said that no name was being given about the victim so family could be informed first and make the proper medical decisions

No name had to be given though as the kid's saw the look on Bruce's face

He didn't need to be there to see that it was your car. He didn't need to get a look at the license plate to tell. He could tell just by the small little decal you had on the back window

Jason quickly turned the TV back off as they all nervously look over at Bruce as he continued to stare at the black screen

No words were said as they each moved closer to, but not touching, Bruce to show their support to him as he slowly processed the whole thing

The sound of his phone going off finally broke the fragile silence of the room. Bruce cleared his throat as he quickly picked up the phone, his hand shaking when he saw your name appear on the screen

He answered with a weak voice before he heard the woman's voice on the other line

The woman said she was your mother and slowly asked if Bruce had seen the news report. He could tell she had been crying even through the phone

She hesitated before explaining that it wasn't good and that the doctors said that after a few tests, it was declared that you were legally brain dead

Your mother chocked for a second before saying that she wanted to give Bruce a chance to say goodbye before the next steps were being taken

Bruce took a moment before saying that he would be there within the hour before hanging up the phone

He just sat there for a second as the silence blanketed the room once again

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder before saying that he would drive to the hospital for Bruce

All the kids shared glances before getting up and going to pack away the dinner to give Bruce a minute

Bruce stood up before going to the door as Alfred followed close behind. The ride was silent as Alfred guided through the streets, intently going the long way to avoid the crash site

Bruce walked through the door before going to the reception desk to ask what room you were placed in

After getting directed to what room you were in, he saw a woman standing outside as she talked to a doctor. The woman turned her head and stopped the doctor before ushering him over

The doctor hesitantly walked away as your mother politely introduced herself before explaining the severity of the situation. That even with life support, you would probably not even survive one week with how you got hit

She said that you had talked so happily about the relationship the two of you had and believed that Bruce deserved to have his own goodbye

Bruce felt the words catch in his throat as he hesitants to ask if you would be left on life support or not

Your mom quickly explains the plan you had made for a situation like this before she glances at the room you were in. She offered to let him have the final goodbye in peace

Bruce gives a small nod as he gave her a small hug as he expressed how sorry that this had to be how they had met one another

The moment Bruce steps through the door, he feels the tears form in his eyes as he takes the sight of you laying there, basically lifeless on the bed

He walks over to the bed as his hand reaches out to touch yours

He just stands there for a minute as he stares at your face. His other hand coming up to gently brush his fingers over your cheek

He knows that there nothing he could do to potentially help make you recover. He understood this was going to be the last time that he was every going to get to lay his eyes on you

Bruce leaned down to rest his head on yours as he took a deep breath. Closing his eyes as the words finally seemed to come to him:

"I am so glad that I got to know you for the time that I did. Best thing you ever did for me was drawing on the first coffee sleeve. I'm gonna miss you and I... I love you."

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he pulled away. A sad smile gracing his face before walking back out of the room

He wrote his number and address on a small card before telling her that she could come to him if she needed any help

She had a weak smiled as she thanked him before giving him another small hug as she says to make him aware of all the things regarding the funeral and the burial spot

The ride back is just as quiet as the drive to the hospital. Alfred only giving a small glance towards Bruce as they drove up the driveway

Bruce walked through the door to find Dick standing there with a solemn look in his eyes. He tells Bruce that he can take the night to process everything and that he will handle the patrol

Bruce gives a weak nod as he walks through the manor and to his room so he could hopefully get some form of rest

No one had went to check on him to give him a chance to be alone with his thoughts for the night

Bruce just laid on the bed as he replayed all the moments that he had with you. A sad chuckle passing his lip before he decided to get some sleep

The next couple of weeks involved Bruce going to the funeral and going to the cemetery to put a small keepsake there to leave a part of himself there at all times with you

One day when he got back from work, Bruce was about to go to his office to sort out a few case files that he would be needing

There was a package on the desk the moment that he had walked in. He was concerned about what might potentially be in it before he saw your mother's name as the return address

Bruce carefully opened the package to see a picture frame that was carefully wrapped in some bubble wrap

He took out the frame and removed the bubble wrap to find a picture of you smiling at the camera as you jokingly point to Bruce who was behind you in the photo talking to someone off camera

Bruce remembered the day that photo was taken. It was your fourth date at the park and he was buying a snack from one of the vendors

He didn't know you had even taken any pictures that day. He stared at it for a moment before noticing a small note in the box the photo came in

He picked it up to see a small note from your mom

'I asked for a picture of the man that was making my child so happy. This was the one I was sent as I was told that he could be the one. I thought you would want it.'

Bruce stared at card for a second before a grin ghosted his lips. Setting the photo on the corner of the desk, he tucked the card in the corner

Sitting down in his chair, Bruce just admire it for a moment as he took a deep breath. Staring for a moment before getting the files that he needed together

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman #batfam #batman x reader

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crystaljade22 · 6 months

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Forgotten Batsibling Pt2!!

Y/N: Your name

H/N: Hero Name

F/C: Favorite color

TW. Sad stuff, guilt, self-blame.

It’s been a month since Y/N died. After the flames were doused, the fire department and the police scoured the building looking for the body of the fallen hero. The only thing they found of the lost hero was the mask. There was no body left to be found, no remains, no ashes. The warehouse fire consumed all of them. The mask stays inside of the case which once held their suit, now empty. A memoir to the house without you, empty.

Bruce has tried his best to be strong, to be the hero that Gotham needs. But he can’t help but spend hours looking at the mask with regret and guilt. Regret for letting you go in to save Jason, and guilt for not realizing that the savior needed to be saved. Guilt for letting another child die.

Damian has refused to even enter the Batcave. All he sees is a constant reminder of the sibling he once had, the person who would go to the moon and back for all of them, now gone. He swears he can still hear your voice calling his name from downstairs, and he can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes when he thinks about you.

Your room hasn’t been touched since their death, the door shut and locked up. No one has ever been able to look at the room, their guilt or sadness overpowering their will to do so.

Dick constantly wishes for just one more patrol with you, to hear your voice one more time. He regrets every moment he tried to get away from you, or left you behind. He glances behind him, hoping that you’ll be right there, just like you usually would despite his attempts to shake you off.

Tim has noticed now when his coffee runs out and tastes different than usual. Whenever he’s on a mission, he notices that his success percentage is lower than normal. There is no one there to jump in when a step goes in the bin. No one waiting to check on him after a mission. He’s finally noticed and acknowledged the fact that you’re gone. And he’s shut down any emotions that come with it. He is probably the only one in the family who could open your bedroom door, but he can’t bring himself to do it because he feels he isn’t worthy to do so.

Now Jason on the other hand, can’t pull himself out of his work. He feels he can’t take off the mask because if he does, he’s afraid he’ll crumble and fall apart. He keeps telling himself to stay strong, and to stay Red Hood because right now, the people of Gotham don’t need Jason, they need you. They need H/N. As soon as Jason takes off the mask when he gets to one of his safe houses, he instantly breaks down. All he can see is the moment he knocked you down, and caused your demise. The last thing he saw of you was you holding the beam up for him to escape. He swears he can feel you watching over him, even though he caused your death. All he can think is that he’s the reason you're dead. He killed you, the only person who ever seemed to care, even when he had tried to hurt you.

You didn’t get the proper funeral that everyone felt you deserved. The people of Gotham mourned for days, the Commissioner and the Mayor themselves speaking at your funeral. Funny enough, even the Joker took the day off despite the clear opportunity he had to go and create utter chaos. There was no body to bury. The city lowered an empty casket into the ground, and then erected a statue of you over it. A memory forever ingrained into the people of Gotham’s minds of the hero who once lived to save the city.

Of course, Bruce had to figure out how to tell the press that Y/N Wayne was gone, without revealing the fact that you were H/N. They managed to make up a story of you falling seriously ill, and succumbing to it. They played it off to the media as having a private funeral and having the body buried in their graveyard. Y/N was buried beside what was Jason’s grave, an F/C flower sprouting from the dirt over the empty casket. The gray headstone reading:

“Here lies Y/N. A sibling, friend, and a loving person. May their memory live on. 20XX-20XX”

Now, for the super short scenario.

Damian stood at the grave, looking down at the gray stone. Tears stung his eyes, rolling down his face, but he didn’t care. The rain hid them anyway. He stood soaked and cold, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel it anyway. The cold rain continued to pelt his body, leaving him soaked to the bone. His eyes fall to the F/C flower, its petals still bright. All he could think about was the fact that there was nobody under his feet. All that was there was an empty box covered in a layer of soaked dirt. He couldn’t help the sob that escaped his throat at the thought of never seeing you again. The last he saw of you was you running into the building to save Jason, a brave face filled with worry plastered onto your face. He couldn’t help but blame Jason slightly, but he knew that you went in fully knowing the risks of what you were doing. As he stared at the grave, he couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching him. Something was telling him, he needed to go back to Robin. The people needed Robin. He wiped his eyes, standing up straighter before turning and heading back for the manor, determined to prevent another family member from dying. Little did he know, after he had left the grave, a figure stood over the grave, reading the stone. Their shoulders rose and fell with a laugh before the figure disappeared into the rain. All that remained was a crumpled F/C flower, the petals littering the ground.

#batfamily x batsis #batfam x batsis #batfamily #dcu #angst #no fluff #sorry for being depressing #tim drake #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #Joker is kinda nice #bruce wayne

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elizabethemerald · 7 months

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A Shade Darker than Red: Part 10

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Dick felt like his already fragile hold on his family was slipping through his fingers. The death of the clown of Arkham had gone cold and no new clues were appearing. The stress of a possible new killer in Gotham on top of everything else was driving the Bats apart. He could almost feel the delicate threads fraying.

Damian and Tim never had the best relationship and were now constantly at each other’s throats. Tim had been caught placing explosives around Gotham and Damian had been caught with a fast acting poison on his person. Which worried him even more, if he had caught them, how much had they managed to sneak past him before he noticed?

The tension was most noted between the two younger members of the family, but it was still felt by the others. Duke looked like he wanted to pull away before the chaos turned to bloodshed and Cass was staying in Gotham only for her family and Steph. If the infighting with the family exploded into actual conflict, Dick just knew the city would pay the cost. He couldn’t imagine how terrible an idea it would be to have some kind of Gotham war or a fight for Batman’s cowl.

As with any problem with the heroes, the citizens of Gotham were the ones who suffered. There had already been another breakout from Arkham, Black Mask and the other criminal gangs were getting more violent and pushing more drugs onto the streets, and the number of unsolved murders on their docket kept rising. The city of Gotham was reaching a boiling point, and Dick was afraid the only way to stop it was for someone to ask Bruce to return to his role as Batman, but so far none of them were willing to give him a second chance after what he did.

He had, barely, managed to get his family back together at the Clocktower in an attempt to mitigate the damage, but even here it looked only moments from bloodshed. Tim and Damian were snarling at each other, Duke was putting more focus on his homework than his cases, Steph and Cass were withdrawn, leaning against and crouching on top of Barbara’s computer respectively. Babs was doing her level best to track down what little information they had and to keep ahead of the rising tide of chaos. Dick himself was caught between pacing and pulling at his long unwashed hair and getting between Tim and Damian before one of them did something they would regret.

“Tim! Damian! Both of you need to calm down!” Dick snapped.

“Tt. I am perfectly calm Grayson. It is Drake who is acting irrationally.” Damian replied immediately, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hardly. You’re the one desperately holding onto the Robin title, as if it means anything without Batman.” Tim shot right back.

Dick had to physically pull the two of them apart after that. It was like all of their greatest strengths were coming back to bite them. Damian had inherited so much of Bruce’s characteristics, which unfortunately included his poor emotional intelligence. Plus Tim’s genius in crime solving could be turned to finding the emotional vulnerabilities in those around him, which he was always quick to exploit. Damian pulled a knife and Dick had to wrestle his youngest brother to keep him from impaling Tim with it.

A crackling tear opening up in the air of the Clocktower stopped the fight before it could escalate further. The tear widened and filled with green, swirling light. Damian slipped Dick’s hold and flung his knife into the hole in reality.

“Hey! What kind of hello is that?”

The family all tensed in confusion at the voice that sounded from the portal. The voice didn’t have anywhere near the gravitas they would expect to come from a Lazarus green opening. Two hands stuck out of the portal, one of them clutching the knife.

“I don’t mean you any harm! Please keep any further weapons to yourselves. See I have my hands up!”

After a moment a head covered in snow white hair, with a floating crown made of stars stuck itself out of the portal and looked around, seeming to gauge how likely it was to have to dodge more weapons.

“I’m keeping this by the way!” The being said as they emerged fully from the portal into the center of the Bats. They shoved the knife into their own arm and it vanished before their eyes. “Normally a good instinct, but less effective because your weapon can’t harm ghosts.”

They were even more confused as Damian was being praised and encouraged to attack first. The being, that appeared to be a male in his twenties, with a cloak made of the Aurora Borealis then smacked themself on the cheeks twice as if trying to wake themself up.

“Right, right, talk like a normal person.” He looked at them all with eyes that glowed a bright, toxic green. “My name is Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, and Ancient of Space. I’m the Ghost King! I swear on my throne, my core, and the power of the Ancients that I mean you no harm.”

Cass relaxed and waved causing Steph to cheerfully wave as well. At her computer Babs was typing rapidly trying to find any information.

“What brings a High King to our little Clocktower?” Steph asked, trusting her fellow Batgirls to know whether this guy was a threat or not.

“Oh! You’re Spoiler!” Phantom turned to her with a broad smile. If it’s slightly too broad, broader than a human should be able to do, none of them mentioned it. He then waved back to her and Cass. “And you’re Black Bat. Oh I’m so excited to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All good things I hope.” Steph said with a cheery smile before it dropped off her face. “Wait, how did you hear about us? You said you’re the Ghost… King…”

The realization hit the room like a tidal wave. Jason. The Ghost King had heard about them from Jason. Phantom allowed his face to fall to seriousness as well.

“It is true. Jason Todd, known as Red Hood, is currently one of my subjects.” Phantom allowed his head to hang for a moment before lifting it and fixing each of them in turn with his steady gaze. “However he is more to me than just another one of my subjects. I have adopted him into my family, so in a way, you are all part of my family. And as family I wanted to facilitate a conversation. Are you ready?”

The members of the Bat Clan were used to world shaking news but in the past couple of minutes they had been hit with a lot of curve balls even for them. The confirmation of an afterlife, that there is a monarchy that rules said afterlife, that Jason had somehow earned the favor of that monarch and that they might be able to have a conversation with Jason from the afterlife were all individually things that could shatter the foundation of their worlds. So they did what they did best and compartmentalized and put all that information to the side to freak out about later.

When he had received nods from everyone he gestured to the still swirling portal and… after a moment… out from the portal came the ghost of Jason Todd.

Jason immediately had to turn intangible as another blade zipped through his body while the rest of his siblings screamed and made far too much noise. Fortunately Danny had closed the portal after Jason was through and the knife embedded in the wall behind him. He pulled the blade free and tossed it back to Damian.

“Good throw Demon Brat.” He said with a chuckle, before he gave the rest of his siblings a sheepish look. “Uh. Hi, everyone.”

Dick immediately threw himself at Jason and wrapped him up completely in an octopus style hug. Jason floated with his brother in his arms then had to catch Cass who flung herself on top of the pair, almost bringing them all to the ground. Steph was only a moment behind and even Damian came and leaned against Jason, though he kept his arms crossed as if he was too cool for a hug. His stoic affection was ruined somewhat by Duke wrapping him up in the group hug.

“Are you all insane?” Tim shouted from where he was standing back with his bo staff in his hands. “You can’t just trust an entity this powerful’s word! This could be an illusion or a method of mind control!”

“Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I broke an oath on my own core?” Phantom asked with a raised eyebrow. The Ghost King was currently floating over the hugging Bats with a warm smile on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s awful. Even if we could trust that a core is a real thing, much less capable of holding you to an oath, there is so much flexibility in what you swore!” Tim argued, his staff shaking in his hands. “Jason! If that’s really you, what is verification code Alpha, Sierra, Tango!”

Jason rolled his eyes for a moment before he began rattling off a reply.

“Sierra, Uniform, Kilo, Mike, Yankee, Kilo, November, Uniform, Tango, Zulu.”

“See! That’s not the proper reply at all!”

“Yeah it is Replacement.” Jason said with a laugh. “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I would say if you asked me to do some stupid coded verification phrase.”

“No it's… wait a minute. Hey!” Tim looked offended for a moment before he finally decided to set paranoia aside for once in his life and dropped his bo to the side. He took a running jump and landed on top of the pile, finally overpowering Jason’s flight and bringing the whole family to the ground while Danny laughed uproariously above them. Barbara wheeled her chair over to join them, wiping tears from her eyes.

The happy, tearfilled reunion was interrupted by one of Barbara’s proximity alarms going off. She turned back to the computer, the Bat pile slowly breaking up, though still staying close to each other to see a woman with long red hair and a pile of pizzas in her arms at the bottom of the elevator. Babs turned on the intercom and they could hear her talking.

“Hi? Oh Hello! My name is Jazz, I’m with Danny and Jason, fully human person just here to help break up the tension of a very stressful conversation. I swear on the Infinite Realms and the grave of my brother that I don’t mean any harm.”

Babs looked to Jason and Danny to see them both nodding and keyed in the control for the elevator to open for Jazz. They waited in almost total silence, all of the siblings with at least a hand on Jason as if he would disappear if they took their eyes off him for the elevator to come up. As soon as the door opened to Oracle’s control room Jazz took a bold step out, then immediately ducked and lifted the top pizza box to catch a flying knife from Damian.

“Jason, you were right, Robin absolutely would greet all three of us with a knife.” Then she turned to address Damian. “Please remember, I’m human and I won’t heal like ghosts do, so be more careful in the future.” Damian actually looked slightly guilty, though maybe that was for being so easily predicted. Then Jazz pulled the knife free of the box and pocketed it. “Also I’m keeping this.”

Soon enough the entire family was eating, pizzas spread around the room. They had remembered that Damian was vegetarian, that Steph was an animal and liked pineapples on her pizza and that Cass and Tim would eat anything so long as it wasn’t moving. Danny had summoned a ghostly pizza from a smaller version of his portal for him to share with Jason. Even one of the pizzas being slightly stabbed didn’t inhibit their enjoyment any.

Dick wanted nothing more than to enjoy just eating pizza with his family again, he loved being able to see them all smiling, all together, but he knew this wasn’t all there was to this. He might not be as paranoid as Tim or Bruce, but he still had his own moments. A king of a different dimension didn’t orchestrate a reunion like this for no reason. Once everyone had a bit of their food, he wiped his mouth and sat forward, drawing the attention of the others who all settled as well.

“Not that I’m not happy for another chance to see my Jay-bird…” Dick said, trying to fight down the grief of seeing the ghost of his brother in front of him. “But I’m sure there is a real reason you’re allowing this conversation.”

Danny nodded and flicked his wrist causing the remains of his ghost pizza to disappear. He floated lower and drew the attention of the entire room, living and dead, before he began.

“It’s time to talk about the Curse of Gotham City.”

#a shade darker than red #dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #writing emerald

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klbwriting · 3 months

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Broken Prism

Chapter 14

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Jason wakes up

Notes: so I got another pretty nasty anon ask about this story, I deleted it because I didn't want that kind of negativity again, but I want to thank all of you who have liked, replied, or reblogged this fic and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

Jason woke up to the familiar sight of his room at the League of Assassins stronghold. He sat up and stretched, feeling bones creak and muscles relax after a night on the uncomfortable cot. He grabbed his clothes and dressed, going to find Ras for his assignment. He greeted no one as he walked to the head’s office, and no one greeted him. In fact, he noticed that anyone he passed he immediately forgot their face as he went. This was strange but he ignored that and knocked on the door. Ras called him in and gave him a list of targets in Gotham City. Jason nodded and bowed before leaving and getting on the private jet of the League.

Upon arrival he looked at the first names on the list. Catherine and Willis Todd. Those names were familiar, but he ignored that and went to the address listed. It was just an apartment, they were already in the living room, sitting on the couch watching TV. When he came in they didn’t say anything, the woman looked almost dead already, eyes gazing unfocused at the screen and the man just grunted. He was confused. They didn’t have any crimes he knew of, and the woman had his eyes. He heard Ras’s voice telling him that he needed to kill them, for him. They held him back. But they were his parents. He ignored this thought and shot the woman in the heart, the man in the head, placing the revolver he used in the man’s hand. Murder suicide, easy to cover up. Jason left the way he came in, forgetting about them as soon as he was on the street again. Strange.

The second pair of names sparked more recognition, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson. His…brothers? Well, no not brothers. Dick had forgotten him, and Tim replaced him. Not brothers, traitors. He could feel Ras urging him on as he approached Wayne mansion. He had the key and walked in, going into a familiar living room. Tim and Drake were on the couch waiting, TV on. This time the TV was big enough to see what they were watching. Some action movie with fake Batman, Nightwing, and Robin, they were fighting someone in a red helmet. Stupid. Jason looked at them, choosing this time to just shoot them both in the heart. Once that was done, he looked at the list again. Last name. Bruce Wayne.

He headed down to the Batcave, finding the playboy sitting at the large computer, watching something playing on the screen. It was like a home movie, on the grounds of Wayne manor, the basketball court. Bruce held a ball and was showing a younger Jason, around maybe 12, how to shoot it properly. Jason watched, not sure where the tears had come from, but they were rolling down his cheeks. Ras’s voice told him to stop that crying, that Bruce Wayne wasn’t his father, he had to kill him. He was a pretender, not a protector. Jason pushed all the warmth out of himself, walking up behind Bruce.

“You’ll always be my son Jason,” he heard the man murmur before Jason cut his throat. He turned and came face to face with the Joker, pulling off a Ras Al’Ghul mask.

“Didn’t think I would let you get away that easy did you little Jaybird?” he said before laughing. Jason covered his ears, that sound like an ice pick to his brain. Joker calmed after a time and held up the target list. “One more name.” YN, who was that? Jason took the list and Joker pointed to a door. Jason walked over and opened it.

She sat on her bed, reading a book called The Red Hood’s Soul. It made him sick to see that. Why would she care about his soul? Why would anyone care about him? She looked up and smiled at him, standing and moving towards him. He walked over, dagger ready. She saw it but didn’t stop smiling.

“Jason,” she said, and he stopped right in front of her. “I lov…” He felt a hand on his, the dagger sticking out of her chest, the hand holding his belonging to Joker.

“You just have to kill everyone you love before they can love you back don’t ya? Me too” the clown said before laughing.

“No…nonononononoNONONONO” Jason was screaming, looking at YN still standing there, still smiling at blood poured out of her.

“Jason, JASON!” he heard yelling and sat up, eyes suddenly open as the real world closed it. He was in a nice room, he old room at Wayne manor. He was soaked in sweat, shirtless, and surrounded. He growled and shoved away the person holding him, jumping up and off the bed, getting into a fighting stance before his mind cleared. Alfred was helping YN off the floor, Bruce, Dick, and Tim were watching him, even Barbara was there behind them. It had been a long time since he had seen her. She wasn’t in a wheelchair then. He shook himself.

“What am I doing here?” he asked, looking around. The others looked to YN and Jason did too, finally realizing he had shoved her to the ground. “YN? I’m, I’m sorry…” She looked like she had been crying, face red and eyes puffy. “Did I hurt you?” O God, what had he done.

“Jason I’m fine,” she said. She scrambled over the bed and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tight. Something in him broke at that moment and he knew he didn’t want anything like what that dream to actually happen. He wanted family again, desperately. He wanted YN, desperately. Why had he pushing that away? YN led him to the bed and motioned for him to sit. “Do you remember what happened?” He blinked a few times, trying to clear the cobwebs.

You had Jason sitting on the bed, you were still holding his hand, watching him trying to process what the last 24 hours. You had watched him the entire time he had been unconscious, sleeping bent over his chest, just making sure his heart was still beating. It had been terrifying, you were waiting for the gray to seep in, the only comfort you got was still seeing the color of his skin, his hair, his helmet as it sat on the side table. While he was under you had talked to Bruce who was a wreck.

“Its like I was too late again,” he said, sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed. “That night, when Joker…and Jason…I hadn’t felt grief like that since my parents died. What in your mind tells you that you should stay with him? I know he’s your soulmate, but you don’t have to be together, you could run. You wouldn’t be the first.” In that moment you realized that Bruce had found his soulmate, and they hadn’t stayed around. “How do you possibly deal with this kind of life?”

“Because I know what its like not having him in it, why see color when the person who sees it the same way as you isn’t there?” she said. “I’m sorry, about whoever they were, no everyone can handle this, but I assure you I can. I may not be Barbara or Bernard, I don’t have super smarts or martial arts training, but I’m not afraid to knife someone or shot them. I’m not a vigilante, but I’m enough for him, I hope, because he is more than enough for me, and I won’t let that go. I won’t let him go.”

“I don’t like what he’s become,” Bruce said. “I hate that he didn’t become more like me.”

“Well, honestly, what did you expect? You let Joker live, which I am angry at you about, and he’s your son, not you. You want a carbon copy of you, well you’ll have to get married, have a biological kid, go to a theater and let yourself get murdered when he is 10, and even then, that kid might go the opposite way and become another Joker,” you said. Bruce stared at you, and you were worried he was going to kick you out but then he actually laughed.

“God I am fucked up, aren’t I?” he said softly, more to himself. You just nodded. “When he wakes up do you think he will talk to me, a real talk?”

“Maybe, but you’re going to have to go easy on him for killing Ivy,” you said. Bruce nodded and looked at Jason and you saw in his face how much he was conflicted. He clearly loved Jason but was trying to come to terms with who he was now. You now hoped with Jason awake that they could work things out for the better.

“…and then I remember passing out in the back of the car,” Jason said, finishing explaining the incident with Ivy. Everyone looked from you to him, and you dared them to say anything about him killing Ivy at the moment. If they did, he would feel attacked at his weakest and bolt, they all knew that. Tim opened his mouth and Dick put his hand over it.

“You scared the shit out of us little bird,” Dick said. “Alfred said you need to rest for another day or two, you willing to do that here?” Jason was silent for a long time, then he looked at you as if asking your opinion. You smiled and nodded.

“Ya, I’ll stay here,” he said. “It’ll be weird though. And she has to be here too.” He nodded his head at you.

“What makes you think I want to stay here?” you asked, that little bit of anger you had at his disappearing act rearing up. He looked at you and swallowed.

“Perhaps we should allow Master Jason to get some rest and quality time with Miss YN,” Alfred said, shuffling everyone else out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Look, I know I fucked up by just vanishing but let me explain,” he said. You opened your mouth to argue, and he held a finger to your lips. “Please.” It was almost pleading so you took a breath and nodded.

“Alright, talk,” you said. He took your hands in his, staring at them like he couldn’t look you in the eye. You gently took his chin and made him look at you. He swallowed hard.

“After that night I went to fuck up a bank job Two-Face was doing. He had Joker with him. I heard that laugh, it still haunts me to this day, and I panicked, full blown attack that had me running to my parents’ apartment, Bruce bought it after they died for a safe house, anyway, and I was there for days, just spiraling. How could I face you? How could you expect me to be anything good for you, to you, when I can’t even be good for myself?” he said. You sighed and took his face in your hands.

“Jason, I’m recommending this with all the soulmate love I have in my heart for you, get therapy,” you said. “Listen, your family, in this house all have a therapist, ask them, get one, and then use them. And this may not be something you want to hear, but talk to Bruce, iron things out with him and Dick and even Tim.” He stared like he couldn’t believe you were saying this.

“Why?” he asked softly. “I only hurt them, I only hurt you.”

“Bullshit, everyone here loves you, you running away is what hurts. You need this family and they need you. I’m not even part of this family and I can see that,” you said. Jason shook his head.

“No, if I’m going to be part of it you are too, you’re my family most of all,” he said. You smiled and leaned to him, hugging him tight. He gripped you for dear life and breathed in your scent, letting it calm him.

“Now, I think you should lay down again and get some more rest,” you said, gently pushing him back to lay down. Jason relented, sliding under the covers before lifting them up. If he was going to rest he needed you with him. You smiled and climbed in, rolling so that your back pressed against his front.

“I missed you,” he said softly, voice already shrouded in sleep.

“I saved where you were in your book,” you answered. You felt him chuckle behind you.

“Thanks,” he slurred out before falling into sleep. You listened to his even breathing, feeling his arm around your waist, your body heat mingling with his until you too fell asleep.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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mzminola · 2 years

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Had the thought “How would the Dynamic Duo of Batman!Dick and Robin!Stephanie have gone?” and immediately started tearing Preboot canon apart and rebuilding it like a LEGO set.

Firstly, we gotta make sure Damian isn’t getting sidelined, and for that I propose he and Tim are a team for BruceQuest. Have Damian’s yearning to get to know his dad outweigh his dislike/jealousy/etc of Tim, and highlight Tim’s canonical compassion and forgiving nature.

Either they both make new mantles for this, or they’re both color-coded Robins. Red Robin for Tim, since he’s using Kon’s colors, Green or Blue Robin for Damian (I like Green for he ties to his mom, but him trying to make his own version of the Nightwing suit in some attempt to outrank Tim and everyone calling him Blue Robin would be very funny).

Things start out tense, Damian is only listening to Tim because a) Tim will just have a Titan pick Damian up and drop him back off in Gotham if he’s too much trouble like he was during Resurrection of Ra’s al Ghul, and b) Tim is the only person who believes Bruce is alive and is cautiously keeping some of the methodology of proving it to himself at first.

In the original 2009 Red Robin comic, Tim repeatedly got sidetracked with hero work during his quest. Have that keep happening, and actually spend more time in that period than RR did, because it’s part of Damian’s growth. He starts out pissed at the delays and confused by Tim’s insistence on helping strangers. Tim gives some talks about the Bat philosophy and about why he keeps coming back to the hero life despite everything it’s taken from him.

Damian gets thanked by some of the people they rescue, and slowly shifts from pride in his fighting skills to pride in helping people. Eventually starts actively looking for people to help while they’re searching for artifacts. Tim is so flipping proud of him.

Sets us up for some big choices when the League of Assassins finally gets involved.

Okay, back to Stephanie, rewinding the comics even further:

1: Don’t kill off Arthur ‘Cluemaster’ Brown, we need him for later.

2: Tim & Steph never date because this is my LEGO set and I want more platonic boy-girl friend pairs in fiction, dang it. Bruce never tells Steph Tim’s identity and Tim is still keeping it secret. Rather than stalking Tim at school and seeing another girl kiss him, Stephanie and Tim are in the middle of an ongoing argument about secret identities when Jack discovers Tim is Robin and makes him step down.

Tim contacts Steph over the phone to let her know why Spoiler won’t be seeing him around, and that’s when she pulls what she did in canon of making her own Robin suit and volunteering with Batman.

Keep most of War Games, but nix the prolonged torture (because fuck that shit) in favor of quickly-gained but extensive injuries (she was tossed off a building? A building fell on her while she was saving someone?) so she really does need a long recovery period, complete with Dr. Thompkins taking her out of the country.

Honestly not sure if they should still fake her death. If yes, I think it should be Bruce’s idea.

This keeps Steph out of the way so we don’t need to rearrange the in-between canon too much, and potentially adds more fuel to the Keeping Secrets vs Not Keeping Secrets arguments.

The start of our big change for Stephanie’s arc is Violent Tendencies. Instead of agreeing to Bruce’s messed up plan, Stephanie is raring to atone for the lives destroyed back in War Games, and what do you know, some motherfucker just started another city wide gang war!

Spoiler works with Robin to stop Ulysses Armstrong. They never worked their shit out before she first left town, so it’s tense, and they fight, but they prioritize stopping the bad guys and bringing what peace is possible in Gotham.

Have repeated moments where Stephanie’s temper and instinct to argue almost messes things up, but she reins herself in to focus on butt-kicking and detective work. Have Tim notice this newer self-control, and have Steph notice changes in Tim, too.

At least one instance, preferably more, of Stephanie meeting someone who was hurt or lost a loved one in War Games, and wrestling with the fresh reminder of her guilt.

If we want to have a two-steps-forward, one-step-back situation, Tim gets caught in the blast of Armstrong’s bomb because after one of their fights, Stephanie stormed off in a temper, leaving Tim to deal with a two-person job on his own.

This sets up Stephanie second-guessing her decision to keep being a hero. If her own temper keeps getting in the way, should she really be doing this?

If we don’t want that, have it be that Tim takes the brunt of the blast because he threw Stephanie to safety or threw himself on top of her. Because that’s the kind of hero Tim is, because at this point in her arc Steph needs reassurance that her friend still cares about her despite her mistakes, and because it’s an example of heroism Stephanie needs to decide if she wants to copy or not.

Stephanie wants to be a hero.

Does she want to be the kind of hero who throws herself between another person and a bomb?

So either scenario, we set up for Stephanie to be doing some introspection when Bruce gets tossed into the timestream.

/points at the fried clone-corpse nearly everyone thinks is Bruce/ “Well he ain't gettin’ any deader!”

Tim calls up Cassandra during the whole Battle For The Cowl incident. She needs to wrap up an investigation, but comes back as soon as she can, which is when the dust has settled. Welcome back to Gotham, Batgirl!

(Cass is the Batgirl to both Tim & Steph’s Robin. She gets her own solo book back and has lots of interactions with Babs during this era.)

Not sure whose idea it is for Stephanie to be Robin again; Tim resigning himself to Dick not helping with BruceQuest? Dick acknowledging Batman needs a Robin and seeing Spoiler is struggling? Stephanie herself, volunteering for the second time?

Regardless, very early on, Arthur Brown gets out of jail or comes back to town and is being a Problem. Stephanie’s got a lot of anger, and Dick helps her deal with that. This is both an echo of Stephanie’s introduction, when she tried to kill her dad, and a way of bringing up Dick’s roots as Robin. He wanted to kill Tony Zucco, remember?

One former hot-headed Robin who’s learned how to find balance and prioritize justice over revenge helping the next generation do the same!

Meanwhile, Jason is also around being a Problem, providing straight up antagonism, but also a different opinion on how vigilantism in Gotham should work, so that Stephanie has multiple views to wrestle with.

Stephanie is a middle-class kid from the suburbs, who, as Jason put it to Tim when breaking into Titans Tower, “slept in a real bed”. But she’s also got a (recovering) drug-addict mother and a criminal father, providing points of commonality for Jason to work with. Remember his speech to Mia Dearden during the Green Arrow crossover?

Jason also plays on Stephanie’s guilt, talking about the fallout of the gang war she started, all of the ripple effects that kept going after the initial burst of violence was over. Describes some of his Under the Red Hood crime lord takeover work as “cleaning up your mess.”

Stephanie regrets everything about War Games, Dick is helping her do better going forward, whereas Jason’s argument is that she should have been more decisively violent at the start. It’s hard for all the mafia bosses to fight each other and get the little people caught up in it if the mafia bosses are dead.

During one altercation between Batman & Robin and the Red Hood, Jason punts Black Mask’s head to them and sarcastically says “You’re welcome.”

Arthur’s current criminal enterprise should directly affect Stephanie’s life in some negative way, so that all of this is fresh, not a It’s In The Past situation, and also be endangering civilians’ lives.

This arc has a big climatic scene of Dick being restrained while Jason gives Stephanie the chance to kill her dad.

(We know she’s not gonna, because she’s the Robin in Batman & Robin, but it should be as suspenseful as we can make it.)

Meanwhile over in BruceQuest, Tim & Damian are bonding over being raised with high expectations, and confusing relationships with one’s parents. Tim finally allowing himself to think & say negative things about Jack in order to help Damian grapple with his own upbringing? Heck yes.

Damian & Tim & the crushing weight of family legacies & parental expectations!

Tim being allowed by the narrative to be a big brother to Damian like Dick was to Tim!

Damian coming to see Tim as his brother despite his upbringing focusing on blood, and expressing remorse for the introductory murder attempt!

Ra’s trying to pit them against each other and getting his ass kicked!

Tim standing up to Bruce about his toxic habits once they rescue him because Tim refuses to let Damian go through the same crap he did!

Since dads are a big thing for both of the above arcs, we could go for three and bring back David Cain for Cass to deal with. Or keep him away, but bring him up in Cass & Steph’s shared scenes. They bonded over having terrible dads in Batgirl 2000, we can have callbacks.

Tim was sending progress reports back to Gotham during BruceQuest (because whether he left on good or bad terms, he wants the Bats to know what’s going on in case something happens to him and the ten year old he’s in charge of needs a rescue).

Once a week Cass makes popcorn and Babs reads the reports aloud. They make bingo cards for What Crazy Shit The Boys Got Up To This Week. When Tim gets home he makes bingo cards about Batgirl & Oracle’s shenanigans (while stealing some of theirs for his scrapbook). Stephanie demands Batman & Robin bingo cards too, and we discover Babs actually made some years ago when Dick was still Robin.

There are a lot of different ways who has what mantle could shake out once these arcs are over (in the very short time before the universe reset) but instead of getting into that I’m just going to imagine everyone reunited & hugging.

#fic ideas #or rather canon rewrite ideas #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #with appearances by Dick and Babs and Cass and Jason #yes the War Games arc is terrible but this is a rewrite of the AFTERMATH so it's staying #but slightly modified #Robin #Robin Stephanie #Batgirl Cassandra #Tim and Damian being brothers #Batman Dick #DC #Batfam

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silly-thinkings · 2 months

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Escape! (Batmom in DCeased)

Time to run! Reader... did you read the first scene? i hope ya did, you got options! (Scene 1)

As you cradled yourself in the room, you realize that Alfred is somewhere in the manor. Your son Damian with with the Kent’s, Jason is probably ahead of the game and not dead. You cant just sit here! You get up as reach under the bed, you pull out a box that has escape equipment. Rope, a walkie-talkie with a bat symbol on it, and some mini toiletries. You head to the balcony and make sure the rope is secured before carefully descending yourself onto the ground. Once your feet were on the cool grass that’s when you realized that you were still in your night gown.

“Ok, Bruce is with the league. He must know what this is. He has to know what’s happening.”

You ran back inside in the manor and made a B-line to the grandfather clock. When you got in you saw your husband siting Infront of the computer screen. Watching Gotham's citizens tear each other apart. “Bruce!”

You’ve never moved so fast. As soon as Bruce stood from his seat you jumped into his arms. Sharing a deep kiss. Relief washed over you both. But it was only for a moment as the camera angle switched to another shot of the city. You pull back and look into his eyes

“are you ok?” His look of concern rattled you to your core as you remembered what had happened to your sons. You start to whale as you cried in his chest

“Bruce… they’re. Dick and Tim they’ve…”

Bruce closed his eyes and he held onto you tighter. He was too late. That’s when he realized that Alfred was in danger. “This is a virus transmitted through the internet. Computer! are the firewalls active?.”

“Not all of them sir.”

Bruce sucked his teeth “Damn it. EMP the house NOW!”

You held onto him as the manor above grew silent. “Stay here.” Bruce gave you a kiss on your hand before heading up the stairs. You look at the console desk to find a walkie with the bat symbol on it.

“Damian. Can you hear me?” You say in a somber tone. Honestly you didn’t expect an answer given how your other two sons turned.

“Ummi. Is that you.”

You felt your legs shake as you heard your youngest’s voice though the device “yes! Yes baby I’m here. Where are you? Are you safe. Don’t look at screens!” You cram all the important survival information that you’ve learned though sobs and choked laughter.

“Yes mother. I’m with the Kents. Superman has informed us. We’re at the daily planet.” Damian voice was cold yet concerned. You knew that his to the point attitude was a way to protect himself from grief. He probably put two and two together that somethings happened to his family. “Where is my father”

“Bruce went to get Alfred. He’s.” The sound of metal clanking caused you to turn around. To your horror Bruce is in one of Mr. Freezes suites with Alfred holding a shot gun close behind. “Don’t tell me… please don’t tell me you.”

Bruce responded with a curt nod. You look into his eyes, you see his pain. And without another word you pass the walkie to him while you go around the cave seeking out essentials. Two katanas, two hand guns. Smoke grenades. Anything you can carry on the move.

You stop at one of the normal looking spaces in the cave. It was a cozy relaxation space for the family when they came home from patrol. You would suture their wounds or scold them for being reckless in that space.

“I am so proud of you my son. I wish I would be with you see it.” You heard Bruce say his final goodbyes. To his son.

You grab the picture frame and walk to Alfred who stood at the ready. Whats next?

You place a hand over his “let me. Now find Damian. Please.” You take his shotgun.

You take the Batman case and look away as you hear your husbands growl. Gone from this world.

#batmom #batmom reader #dc fanfic #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x fem!reader #batman angst #damian wayne

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ktkat99 · 11 months

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In honor of ao3 being down, I'll be posting here.

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 1. Poker

Jason didn't clear his throat or do anything to stop the tears. He let his eyes stay open and burn, due to both the welling tears and the light of the candle.

"Happy birthday, Mom." He whispered hoarsely.

The lights in his bedroom were out, but he could still see the light in the hallway from under his door.

Downstairs, he could hear muffled voices. His family was still awake. Tim was probably telling Dick all about how he'd taken Bernard to the water park for their anniversary.

"I wish I could remember if we met. Y'know. When I was… over there. Dead." He cleared his throat then, needing to breathe, and let out a soft chuckle. "I wish I could remember *anything* from then. At least I'd know if I was just talking to thin air."

The dim, flickering light was just barely what he needed to see his cards. He had the full deck of yellowed, stained cards fanned out on the bed in front of him.

"I kept them. Bruce made sure they were in my pocket when I was buried, and Talia didn't confiscate them. God," he looked up at the ceiling, tears making new tracks down his face. "I wish you were here. The real you, not who you were at the end."

He picked up the seven of hearts, remembering the night she'd first played a game of poker with him. There had been serious flooding throughout their part of the city and they hadn't been able to leave the apartment. The power kept going out, so tv wasn't much of an option, but they'd had games.

And cards.

She'd taught him to play, and they'd bet household chores.

Four games in a row, he was dealt that same seven of hearts. He'd been having so much fun that he dissolved into a fit of laughter the fourth time it showed up.

His mother hadn't understood what was so funny, but his giggles soon proved contagious and she joined him on the floor.

"Jason, are you still awa-... oh." Bruce knocked on his door as he opened it, but froze when he saw his son. "What happened?"

Jason looked down and shrugged. "It's… Mom's birthday. I was just… remembering her."

"Oh, Jay. I'm sorry. Do… do you want to be alone?"

Jason didn't say anything for a second.

Then he gestured to the foot of his bed with a small smile. "Want to play poker?"

#batman #jason todd #batfam #red hood #twoweeksofwhump #twow #bruce and jason #jason todd angst

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awhitehead17 · 10 months

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Just for once, please let me forget

Dick & Jason, Dick & Wally, Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Drunk Dick, Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

Summary: There's one inevitable day every year that Dick dreads. This day being the death anniversary of his parents. Even now, after so many years have passed by, he still doesn't know how to deal with his emotions and this year he slips up, turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms to help him get through the day.

A/N: This story is for my 'Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

The day he dreads every year has inevitably come around once again. No matter how much he wishes to, it isn’t a day he could ever forget.

Despite all the years that have now been by, waking up on this day isn’t any easier than it had been the first time. He still gets hit with overwhelming emotion, tears that instantly well up in his eyes and threaten to fall, his chest tightens as it’s hard to breathe as he remembers what happened.

Today is the anniversary of his parents deaths.

Today is the day that so many years ago completely changed his life. What happened ripped everything he knew and cherished away from him in a violent and brutal manner. A young child left orphaned without a chance to say good bye. The last thing he remembers is the fear and the screams of his parents as they fell to their deaths, it was an ‘accident’ that was anything but.

Clenching his teeth Dick tries to shake those thoughts from his mind. They’re the same ones he has every year when he wakes up on the morning of this particular date. He’s currently in bed, in the bedroom of one of his safehouses in Gotham City, a current placement while he covers for Bruce and other family members who are on a mission elsewhere. Thankfully he’s alone so no one can see how much he’s falling apart right now.

After waking up he stays in bed for some time, not having the energy to get up or any reason to get motivated. He wallows in misery for the rest of the morning until he becomes to restless to stay in bed. Once up he now feels the pent up energy in full force and tries to decide what to do with himself. Unfortunately his mind won’t shut off, his brain replaying traumatizing scenes over and over again, and Dick knew he needed to do something that would switch his mind off from the horrid thoughts.

Eventually making a decision Dick heads out with the intention of going to the manor, hopefully there he can find someone loitering around that he can bother.

When he arrives he's surprised to only find Jason at the manor. Damian must be with Jon or Colin somewhere, Tim is probably with the Titans or with Benard (are those two dating?), Cass is on a mission with Babs, he has no idea about Duke or Steph, Alfred isn’t around either so he’s most likely out doing errands or spending some quality time alone since Bruce isn’t around for him to babysit.

Jason is in the cave tinkering with a variety of gadgets and equipment. Without giving any warning Dick storms up to the workbench, slams his hands down and pins Jason with a look. “Spar with me.”

To his credit Jason doesn’t startle at his sudden appearance but he does freeze and gives Dick a long stare.

It’s only now he’s in front of the younger man that Dick knows what he’s really after. He wants to be distracted, both in mind and body, he needs something else to help him forget the emotional pain he’s currently experiencing. He can change the pain from emotional to physical… at least with physical pain he knows how to deal with it. He knows how to treat his body after a good workout which leaves him physically exhausted, bruised and sore. Jason packs a good punch and doesn't hold back during sparring, he’s the perfect person for this situation.

The younger man continues to stare and not say anything in response. It takes all of Dick’s restraint to not lash out at him from impatience. Moments tick by and just as Dick thinks he’s about to snap Jason places the tool he’s holding down and stands up, his gaze never leaving Dick.

“Alright. Give me fifteen to change and warm up.”

Dick bites his tongue to stop himself from demanding they just get on with it. He’s here to hurt himself, not to hurt Jason. No one else needs to be hurt because of him.

Twenty minutes they’re on the training mats facing one another with their fists raised and stood in defensive stances.

It’s not enough.

As they trade punches and kicks Dick still struggles to switch his mind off. No matter what he’s still reminded of that day so many years ago. He needs that pain to be numbed, he needs to not remember…

Dick lets Jason get several hits in; he lets the younger man tackle him to the ground, lets him put him into a choke hold and doesn't tap out, he lets Jason wind him from a kick he could have easily blocked. All these things has Dick’s body burning from use and pain but it still isn’t enough. Maybe he should have suggested they use weapons too instead of just hand to hand.

After a couple hours of this, on and off sessions in that time, Jason calls it quits with a dark scowl on his face.

“Enough. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demands from his side of the mat.

Dick clenches he teeth and acts clueless. “What do you mean? Why do you want to stop? Is someone getting tired…”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Jason swears, “you aren’t even fighting back. You’re letting me strike you and pin you down when you could easily overpower me. You’re not trying.”

Dick scowls. Of course Jason is right but Dick isn’t going to admit that. “Maybe I’m just having an off day.”

“You don’t have off days. What’s going on?”

If Dick hadn’t been plagued with raging emotions he would’ve picked up on Jason’s concerned tone, nonetheless it sails right over his head and he goes on the defensive side.

“Of course I fucking do. Everyone does. Just ‘cus you paint me as some ‘golden boy’ doesn't actually mean I am one. So fuck you Jason, I just thought we could have a good friendly spar but apparently not.”

Without saying anything more Dick turns and leaves the training area, leaving behind a baffled and gaping Jason.

Sparing with Jason hasn’t done anything to help with his situation, it’s only achieved a small, aching burn throughout his body. He’s going to need to do something else to get through the rest of the day, he doesn't want to remember, he needs the pain to be numbed but the question is how does he achieve that now? Sparring didn’t work so what other options does he have left?

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Dick is drunk. Absolutely hammered out of his mind. One moment he had been driving away from the manor after a frustrating sparring session with Jason and then in the next he’s in a hidden bar within the city downing shots like it’s going out of fashion.

Dick doesn’t know what drove him to seek out a bar, alcohol more specifically, but for the first time that day his mind is clear of thoughts and he’s at peace. He’s finally achieved what he's been after all day.

Suddenly there’s another glass filled with strong smelling amber liquid being placed in front of him. Dick blinks but by the time he looks up the barman has already moved onto another customer. Huh. He can’t remember ordering another drink however not protesting at the sight of it he picks up the glass, that’s after nearly knocking it over because he misjudged the distance, and raises it to his lips. Just as it’s about to reach his mouth a hand appears out of nowhere and covers the top of the glass making Dick unable to drink any of its contents. Dick frowns and before he could do anything about it the same hand removes the glass from his hand and places it away from him.

Feeling annoyed he's been denied the pleasant burn of alcohol Dick turns to his unknown companion. He has to pause a second later though because the movement causes the room to spin and it takes a moment for Dick to get his senses together. Eventually he sees the person who dared to disturb him.

It’s Jason. Dick’s mood sours at the sight of the younger man. He hadn’t wanted to be around Dick earlier and now he’s brothering him here. What the fuck does he want?

“I think that's enough drinking for one night.” Jason says evenly, it makes Dick glare at him. Who does he think he is by telling Dick what he can and can’t do…

“The fact that you’re speaking your thoughts out loud tells me enough Dick. I have no idea how much you have drunk but you’re done.” The younger man pauses, giving the elder a once over with a concerned gaze. “What is going on with you? First the sparring and now the excessive drinking. This isn’t you Dick.”

Dick bristles at the comments. He doesn't have to explain himself. “How’d you find me?” He asks instead. Jason’s come along and ruined his peaceful drinking.

Jason says something but it’s lost to Dick as suddenly two Jason’s appear before him, he blinks several times wondering when Jason got a twin until they merge together and Dick is staring at the one and only Jason Todd once again.

“Jesus christ you’re in a state. C’mon, we’re getting out of here.”

Dick loses track of time once again because all of a sudden he finds himself being manhandled out of the bar and into an alleyway outside the building. Dick makes an aggravated sound, which sounds more like a whine, and tries to shove Jason off of him.

“Piss off…”

Jason’s hold on him is strong and with Dick’s feeble attempts to get rid of him he isn’t going anywhere.

“Why do you care?” Dick abruptly shouts. “You didn’t earlier! What do you want?”

The younger man stops and turns to face Dick with an unreadable expression on his face. “I do care Dick, I always have done even if I’m not the best at showing it. Right now we’re not having this conversation until you’re sober, rested, and in a better frame of mind because there is something serious going on with you. You never act like this.”

Dick groans at his words. “Well perhaps you don’t really know me!”

Jason narrows his eyes at Dick with suspicion. “Whatever feelings you are trying to bury, getting black out drunk isn’t going to help.”

“It helps for a while,” Dick points out before continuing on, “what do you suggest I do then? Go around killing criminals and shoving their heads into a duffle bag? ‘Cause that sounds much better doesn’t it.”

It goes dead silent between them. Dick blinks waiting for Jason’s response as Jason simply stares back at him in clear shock. Several beats go by before either man speaks up again.

Jason grits his teeth and clenches his fists. “That was uncalled for and I have no response to that. But-”

Whatever else Jason was going to say it’s lost to Dick because out of nowhere his stomach lurches and he bends over to throw up all over the floor, the excessive amount of alcohol he drank earlier making a reappearance.

When he gets a moment to breathe he slumps down to the floor, his legs no longer having the strength to keep him upright, and he leans back against the wall next to his disgusting smelling vomit.

After that the tears start and Dick just feels like shit. He doesn't know why he’s now crying, it’s probably to do with how his emotions are currently all over the place. His head hurts. His stomach hurts. There’s a disgusting feeling in his mouth.

He doesn't know how much time passes once he’s on the floor. Everything blends together and Dick wishes he would simply pass out or something, he just wants the day to finally end, for this pain to finally stop.

A gentle voice and a soft hand touching his cheek breaks Dick out of the spell he had fallen into. He startles at the touch and has to breathe deeply so he doesn’t throw up again.

“Easy Dick it’s just me. I’m here buddy. God what’s going on pal, what have you done to yourself?”

Knowing the voice but not yet registering who it is Dick pulls a face, he blinks and looks up and is surprised to find his best friend crouching beside him. His unruly ginger hair standing out against the dark of the night, his freckled face frowning in concern.

“Wally?”

“You with me bud?”

Reaching out to touch him, Wally sees the movement and gently grasps Dick’s hand with his own.

“Why are you here?” Then out the blue Dick remembers something and guilt instantly builds up inside him. “Shouldn’t you be out with Linda? Why are you here?”

Wally cups his face and squeezes his hand, pinning Dick with a determined look. “I’m right where I need to be. My best friend is struggling and I’m here for him.”

“How…” Dick doesn't finish the question as Wally shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter. Now c’mon lets get you home and into bed. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Unlike with Jason, this time Dick goes willingly and easily. Wally hauls him up to his feet and makes sure to steady him once up right, throwing an arm around his waist and placing Dick’s arm over his shoulders.

As they start making their way out of the alley Wally speaks lowly to him. “I know what today is bud, I know why you've done what you have to cope with it. I’m not saying it’s okay, Jason’s told me what occurred, but I’m saying I understand. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow but you should have known you could have called me. I know Bruce isn’t around as he usually is on this date, I’m sorry you felt like you had to deal with this alone.”

There’s no judgment in his voice and his words make Dick tear up. Unable to control himself the tears start streaming down his face and a choked sob breaks out of his throat. “I’m sorry… I don’t… I just couldn’t – I’m sorry.”

Wally lets him cry out his emotions, not that Dick could do anything else but, and together they make the slow walk back to Dick’s safehouse together.

His head is pounding and even in his drunken state he knows he’s going to wake up the next morning rough, and it won’t be just from a hangover but also from the onslaught of emotions he’s experiences that day.

In only a way a best friend can, Wally helps to distract Dick from his thoughts and when they eventually make it to his safehouse he helps him get ready for bed. Their years of friendship means this kind of situation is no longer embarrassing but instead is comfortable, they’ve seen each other in all kinds of states at this point, this nothing to them (although the context behind the situation is a cause for concern).

Thankfully once Dick is settled in bed he’s out like a light and Wally stays behind making sure he’s okay and safe even long after he’s fallen asleep. The speedster makes a plan for the following morning to broach the sensitive topic of what made Dick go into a self-destructive mode for the day and how they can deal with it afterwards. It’ll be a long conversation but by now they’ve had many of them, Wally will be the support Dick clearly needs and hopefully a day like that day won’t happen again in the future.

#dick grayson #jason todd #wally west #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #drinking #unhealthy coping mechanisms #drunk Dick #good sibling jason #good friend wally #implied self harm #self harm in the form of sparring #badthingshappenbingo #Bad Things Happen Bingo #fanfiction #dc comics #batfam #grieving

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lostywrites · 8 months

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An eerie calm had settled over the city, where the shadows still whispered the secrets of Gotham’s recent turmoil. The once chaotic streets now lay tranquil in the aftermath of the invasion. But hope had returned to Gotham, and its protectors could finally retreat for a well-deserved respite.

Tim had spent weeks recovering from his injuries, confined to the infirmary beneath the old theatre he had once called home. It used to be his apartment before the move to Hoboken. Now it served as the new base of operations where his allies and family would gather since the former Belfry had been obliterated by the Court's undead Talons.

The scar, a cruel reminder of his encounter with the White Ghost, snaked across his body, slowly on the path to recovery.

Tim ambled up the hill while on his way to the cemetery, where Bruce Wayne’s resting place remained unmarked. He noticed a figure already in attendance, kneeling before the unadorned tombstone.

Their gazes met, and no words were necessary to convey the depth of their shared grief and longing. Tim took his place beside Damian, and the silence enveloped them like a comforting shroud.

At last, Damian broke the silence, his voice tinged with an unusual vulnerability. “Is it bad that I never shed a single tear at his funeral? And I still feel nothing for Father.”

Tim turned his attention to Damian. “No,” he replied gently. “Everyone experiences grief differently. It doesn't make you any less connected or any less loved. Bruce knew you in a way that few others did, and he understood that.”

The wind rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, a mournful sigh that seemed to echo the complex emotions that swirled between the two brothers.

They stood together in silent solidarity, each grappling with their own feelings and memories of the man one had called father and the other, a mentor.

“I never got the chance to thank you for saving me after our fight with the White Ghost,” Tim spoke.

Damian, who’d been gazing at the unmarked grave, turned to face Tim. “It was your fight, Drake,” he said. “You earned the White Ghost's respect. And mine. You showed me what truly matters.”

“And what’s that?” Tim asked, intrigue dancing in his eyes.

“That you are my brother, and nothing meant more to me than ensuring you made out of that courtyard alive,” Damian confessed.

Tim felt tears welling up in his eyes as he mustered a faint smile. “I always knew you had a heart,” he said softly, "even if you tried to hide it beneath that tough exterior."

“It's a weakness. But it's one I've come to appreciate,” Damian said.

The clouds dispersed, bringing in rays of the afternoon sunlight. The city of Gotham, once cloaked in darkness, was slowly bathed in a soft, golden glow.

As Tim and Damian continued to stand by Bruce's grave, memories of their shared experiences with Bruce came flooding back, and in that tranquil moment, they found solace and a renewed commitment to honour his legacy.

"Damian," Tim spoke, finally breaking the stillness between them. "I'll admit that all these years, I hadn't been fair to you,” he continued, his voice carrying the weight of pent-up emotions that had long festered. A pause followed, as if he needed to gather his thoughts before proceeding. “You were misled by the League. The people you were supposed to look up to raised you to be nothing more than an assassin. You deserve more than that.”

As Tim expressed his regrets, he hoped Damian could discern the genuine remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry for all the pettiness, the jealousy. For the times I felt that not only had you taken away the Robin mantle from me, but my relationship with Dick. I've carried this guilt for far too long, and fuck, it feels good to finally get that off my chest.”

Damian regarded Tim for a moment, his usual stoicism giving way to empathy. “I accept your apology, Drake,” he replied sincerely. “I owe you one as well. For making you feel like you meant nothing to me, to Richard. If he were here, he would have told you how much he loves you. He never fails to speak highly of you, and has always respected you as an equal, as a brother.”

Tears flowed freely down Tim's face, his usually composed features now a canvas of raw, unfiltered emotion.

Damian's words had struck a chord deep within him, causing him to realise a truth he had long buried.

It had always been Dick's approval that held the most significance for him. While Bruce had often been distant and consumed by his inner struggles, Dick had consistently been his unwavering pillar of support.

The memory of Jack Drake, his biological father, had cast a long shadow over Tim's relationship with Bruce. It had led him to question whether he truly belonged in the Wayne family.

However with Dick, he didn’t feel like another ward taken in by Bruce after his father died. He was not just another Robin mentored by the Dark Knight. He was Dick's brother, always had been, and always would be.

Tim turned away from Damian, his trembling hand wiping away the tears and snot from his face. A tinge of embarrassment crept in as he realised that the person he least expected had become the catalyst for his emotional release.

"I think I'll be here for a bit," Tim admitted with a slight quiver in his voice. "But you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

Damian, his own stoic facade breaking, moved closer to Tim. Without a word, he extended his arms, offering a hug, a simple yet powerful gesture of support and understanding.

Tim hesitated for a moment, surprised by Damian's unexpected offer of comfort. Then, without another word, he moved closer to his younger but equally scarred sibling.

In the embrace of Damian's arms, Tim felt a sense of solace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The tears kept flowing, but they were no longer tears of pain and regret; they were tears of release, cleansing their wounded souls.

“Thank you,” Tim whispered, his voice brimming with genuine appreciation.

Damian nodded in response, a rare softness in his gaze. “We're family, Drake. We support one another, no matter the circumstances.”

In that moment, they were no longer just allies; they were brothers in the truest sense of the word.

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A/N: I was going through a rough time while I was writing this fic. And I needed to include this scene as a form of closure for Tim, as well as my own.

After losing my dad, my mother, and my best friend (all who had passed just several months apart) and having to deal with grieving for one person after another was a lot to bear. But getting myself lost in writing fanfic has helped more than anything.

Although this fic was mainly centred on Tim and Bart's relationship, I wanted Tim to repair and reconcile his relationship with Damian as well. They both deserve love and forgiveness.

Maybe, just maybe, I might write a Tim/Damian centred fic someday because I love the dynamic between them.

#tim drake #damian wayne #snippets from a fic #tw #death

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zatannaroth · 1 year

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𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄

Burn every single witch alive!!

Read every single articles, the innocent's wanted Justice for the death of Batman. He was killed by someone who had magic. They didn't know who it was but wanted them ALL gone. The batfamily felt hopeless trying to save innocent's who were accused of 'witchcraft' .

Gordon lost many cops that night and he too felt 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Gotham was now worst than ever and not because the villains but the people who lived there. Many killed the joker, riddler and the falcons. Bruce wouldn't let his city fall apart. Not after he had made.

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭.

"This shit is starting to feel like the Salem witch trials, accusing everyone is a witch and kill without any reason." Jason sat down next to Tim who he was currently looking at the monitors. "I'm afraid so..but we still have to find Bruce's killer." He haven't gave up for answers.

Jason sighs, he and Bruce didn't have such a good relationship with the old man but he did cared for him. "Has Dick found anything yet?" Tim shake his head and turn to face Jason. "No..but Barbara knows that a lot of people are sure accusing Ivy for it." Ivy has been isolation in a secret base that batfamily had made in case of an emergency.

"I'm surprised that they didn't accused her first, in the beginning... Hell I would." Tim gave him a look. Jason shrugs "what? you wouldn't too?." "Bruce was found with black magic, not with vines." Tim decided not to pick an argument. "I'm going on patrol..keep an eye out." He gets up from the chair and puts on his mask before heading out. "Careful out there!" Jason called out.

Tim was on top of an old warehouse that the penguin used to run. Now it's all empty. And he too was gone. So far Tim had saved several civilians from being burning alive. Now everything was peaceful beside the dogs howling and cats going though dumpster, it felt like a ghost town where he was at. Tim needed to relax, to breathe again. Now since Dick was in charge of anything, to be the new leader and Bruce's Enterprise.

Tim was so distracted in his own head that he hasn't noticed the black sparks coming out the old warehouse next store. Until there was a loud noise of glass shattering. He looked up and saw a girl with a grey jacket.

Her hands were shaking with black light.

"HEY!"

He called out. But when the girl saw him. And began to run. Tim got his grapple hook and head over to the next building. "STOP!" He shouted. But the girl didn't even cared and jump to an other roof.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑒.

He pulls out his battranger and throws it at her. The girl trips and before she could get up. Tim's grabs her. "I'M SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN TO." She cries out.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛?

Tim had the girl around his arms as she tried to kick back and scream but ending up landing on his lap. Tim didn't fought back but instead held her tight, letting her lose her energy. The girl did eventually started to feel drain and started slowly to pass out, letting her head on his shoulder.

He moved some hair away from her face and saw her tears coming out. He felt bad for her but had never seen somebody this afraid seeing him. Tim decided to not let the others knows just yet. He pick her up in a bridel style and headed to one of his safe house. Raven woke up and her head was pounding a little. She groaned and held her head, laying back to the pillows. But then got up immediately realizing this wasn't her place.

"Oh good, you're up." She wasn't alone.

She didn't remember what exactly happened but looking over to a guy who has black hair with blue eyes with a suit. She was with THE Red Robin. She could feel the room shaking. But didn't mean to. She couldn't control her powers.

"Hey.." Tim grab her hand and felt her world stopped shaking.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?

Tim sat down in front of her. "I'm not going to hurt you.." he whispered. Tim had 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 show his secret identity to anyone. But he wanted her to trust him.

"I...I mean do to it" she told him. Tim didn't understand what had she meant.

"didn't mean to?... "

"To kill him...it's all my fault."

Tim didn't wanted to react or at least in front of her. He just nods and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. If everybody found out that SHE was the one that kill the dark knight. They wouldn't show her any mercy and burn her alive.

.....𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘....

"what's your name?" he could look her up on his computer and hopefully find anything on her. The girl hesitate at first, "My name is.. Rachel, Rachel Roth." She looked into his eyes, they were so calming for some reason. Why did she felt trust in him?

Tim notice her eyes were purple, rare then normal. And her skin looked like she was glowing...she was gorgeous to be a witch. "Urgh..I have some tea ready if you would like some, to calm you down." He rubs his neck and forgetting that on hand is on her.

"Yeah..tea sounds nice."

Raven watches how Tim let's go of her hand while he got up and grab two mugs with tea and walked back over to handle it to her. She mumble a thanks and took a sip of the tea. her mind felt much more relaxed.

Tim wanted Rachel to take her time, he knew that she's been through a lot. And wouldn't wanted to scare her. Athough Rachel did looked around his age. "How are you feeling?"

"Better."

She assured him with a small smile but her eyes didn't match it. Raven then decided to talk what happened that night with the Bat.

"I was just kidnapped by some person..they took me to a abandoned church. They knew that I wasn't normal, started to enchanter these words that weren't some language that I knew..." She took a breath before to continue

"I felt someone possess over my body, there were a lot of screaming, blood, and dead bodies all around me... including 𝒉𝒊𝒔. He try to save me and I kill him! all I did was run, run as fast I can...It's all my fault that everyone is seeking revenge for his death. Killing each other, thinking it was them."

Tim didn't wanted blame her. But she was responsible for Bruce death. And for not coming forward in the beginning. Tim had to really think about what next.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠?

"Rachel I'm going to need you to stay here in order to protect you. But you have to tell me... are there more like you?" Rachel shakes her head "No, I've mostly been alone...but I'm trying to control my powers."

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒..

Rachel let out a small yawn and tried to cover it up. But Tim thought it was adorable, "You're tired..just sleep here." He assured her. But Rachel refused. "No..it's you bed I can sleep on the floor." She was about to get up from the bed.

"Rachel you don't deserve to sleep on the floor. Not after what you had been though."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I got work to do".

He gets her mug and puts it's back to the kitchen sink. Rachel lays down on the bed but doesn't closes her eyes yet. She looked up at the ceiling. "Sleep Rae." Rachel got up and look over at him who was currently sitting in a desk chair.

"I'm sorry but to asked, what do I to call you? Like red? Robin Or something."

she was actually curious in what to call him.

"Well the name Red is taken. But my name is Tim Drake."

𝑇𝑖𝑚..

"Well Thank you Tim..for saving me. I promise I would do anything to help to the stop this mess I've created."

Rachel fell asleep soon after and Tim continue to research her past, and was shock to find

Angela Arella Roth

Ran away from home to join church of blood

Only a minor when she gave birth to a girl.

Claims the father of child is a...

Tim looked over at peaceful raven, she was no witch...

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧.

#timrae #tim drake x raven

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queenmayor23 · 11 months

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Love In The Dark (Fire and Rain)

Batman's neighbors, The Drakes, were secluded billionaires. Bruce invited them on vacation in an attempt to merge the companies. A missile hit the plane, leaving Bruce as the sole survivor and Ra's al Ghul's most promising prodigy to take the place of the young Tim Drake. After years of sidekick training, "Tim" picks up a street rat Jason Todd stealing hubcaps off the Robin Cycle and forms a relationship with him.

~Years Ago~

---Gotham City---

There was a knock on the door, steady and hard.

"Coming!" The owner of the shitty upscale apartment yelled, but it wasn't fast enough for the beggar, so there was another knock, this time louder.

"I said, "Coming!" Give me a minute to get to the door." The door was swung open. "What the hell do you-"

A freshly turned eighteen-year-old stands there, his black suit soaked from the pouring rain. "Missed you at the funeral, Dick." He spoke monotonously as if all the color was drained from the world, and there was nothing but grey.

"Tim."

"Doesn't matter. I missed it too. Didn't even see the body. When I got there, he was putting the shovel into the ground to mark the headstone."

The only person he could confide in wasn't there for him, which hurt him deeply.

"Bruce said it would be better for you if we didn't make a big deal about it."

"And you listened? You know how I feel about Jason. You were my only friend for the longest time, and you knew everything. Things Donna and Garth wouldn't fathom to think about me. The three of us were brothers first, no matter Jason's feelings." He was speechless. His mouth was moving, but no words or sounds came out.

"Tim. I'm sorry-"

"Are you? You've yet to let me in despite the pouring rain and the cold front. You've barely said anything besides your notecards Daddy put together for you. Dick, I went and looked at the cameras. I watched as he dug, dropped Jason's body, covered it, and cried for two hours. He obviously is dealing with it very roughly. So rough that the phone lines are down at the manor, even the emergency line. He sealed off the entrance from the Cave and locked all the gates after I left."

"I'm-"

"STOP SAYING I'M SORRY! Hug me. Ask me if I'm okay. Be Jason's brother. Be MY brother." The young man screamed, surely waking everyone on the floor.

Dick Grayson refused to touch Tim, not only because Bruce told him to, but if he did, he would be no help to his little brother. Dick knew Tim was hurting, but he didn't need the screaming to realize that. Despite his face being covered in rain and his hair drenched, Dick saw the single tear fall out of Tim's eye, and from that, his emotions weren't far behind.

"Fine. Just thought you would be better than him. Guess not. If you need me, fuck off." Tim turned around and headed back onto Gotham's streets.

He landed at the back entrance for the Nest. He inputs his code.

"Invalid entry."

He tries again.

"Invalid entry. Please try again."

He punches the console and makes another attempt.

"Invalid entry."

"Override 01"

"Voice recognition required."

The angry, broken-hearted ex-Robin deepens his voice until it is unrecognizable, nearly a growl, and he speaks. "I'm Batman." The Bat Symbol spins as it loads, and the screen glows green.

"Access granted." The elevator doors open, and he steps in, going to the residential floor.

It was dark. The only light was from the perpetual fireplace in the center of the floor and the illuminated glass placards. Tim walks to the kitchen pulling a glass and the "secret" bottle of whiskey from under the stove. He pours a drink and powers through. Then another. And another. And another. He makes one more drink and saunters back to the living room, and there it is, five sheets of glass, one representing each bird-themed hero. The blue Nightwing, the red "RR", a black spraypainted "R", a blue dove, and a red hawk. It all reminded Tim of what he had lost. Dawn left because she tried to get Hank clean, but he kept sneaking it behind her back. Dawn confronted Dick about the situation. He decided that as long as Hank could adequately do the job, he could stay, so she left. Jason was dead. Hank was probably doing a line of cocaine while shooting himself up with heroin. And it was all because of Dick. If Dick would've helped, they would be one happy bird family. Since he didn't, one was buried on this stormy night, one was knocking on death's door, another was dying a fate worse than death, and the other didn't want anything to do with them.

"Aargh!" The glass went flying across the room. Nightwing's panel was down, and the blue spotlight used to color the glass reflected through the window to the city. Then Tim picked up the bowl of decorative rocks from the coffee table. He and Hank thought they were stupid when they moved in, but Dawn liked them, so Hank changed his tune, and the impressionable Tim did anything to be like the cool kids. Dawn was gone, and so was Dove's panel, the white light untamed. Hank was off his rocker, and his panel soared to the floor in pieces. There was no Robin anymore, so they would have to replace it. Tim just made the contractor's job easier. The shattered glass on the floor was the pride and joy of the Nest just moments ago. When they installed it, Jason wanted to personalize his because he was an outcast. Dick allowed it after explaining why Hank couldn't do his design of a big red penis. On dark nights, you could see the symbols in the night sky. To some, they were symbols of hope. Others, chaos. But if you were looking for that hope tonight, all you would see was some lights and a red "RR" backlit by a gold luminescence.

Tim screamed and cried, breaking the dishware until nothing was left but the one glass and the bottle he had been drinking all night. It was nearing empty, and Tim could barely see straight. That's when he heard the 80s rock coming from down the hall. Tim gulped the rest of the bottle like it was the only thing to keep him going.

He slowly made his way down the hall, tripping and stumbling along the way. His training with Batman prepared him for the most potent Fear Toxin but not the 60-year-old whiskey. He listened to the soft music get louder. Then, Tim drunkenly pushes open the door revealing Hank Hall in a tank top and shorts. He sits on his bed, pulling the rubber band tight with his teeth, getting ready to insert the needle in his arm.

He looks up to see the new adult bracing himself against the doorframe. He releases the tension on the band and drops the needle on the bed. "What the hell are you doing here, kid?"

"Ju-just taking the edge off. You know, doing the fun part of grieving where you drink until you feel like a fish. What's that you got there? A little heroine? What-whats got you down in the dumps? It can't be Jason because the only person who's allowed to grieve him is me. That memo came from the big bat himself, so don't worry, I got it all handled." Tim walks into the room and picks up the needle. "Don't want to accidentally sit on this, so I'll take it off your hands." Tim walks away, heading out of the room. Hank gets up, chasing Tim down the hall and into the lab seeing all the damage passing the living room and kitchen.

"Give me the needle, kid. You're hurt. I get that. What's in that syringe is something stronger than street drugs." Hank tries to talk Tim down as he ties the rubber band around his bicep.

"I'm not a kid anymore." Tim chuckles. "I don't think I've ever been a "kid". Except when I first met you guys, but what kid goes out in the middle of the night on patrol. I was raised to kill. Something like death shouldn't affect me like this."

"Death gets us all. Nobody can run from it."

"That's where you're wrong, Hanky Panky. See, there's this thing called a Lazarus Pit, and the man who raised me... Not the bat fucker but Ra's al Ghul he- he used it to keep himself youthful. He let me use it a few times. Without it, I- I would have never made it to Gotham. But I'm here. Crying like a little girl because my best friend is in the ground when there is a Lazarus Pit under WAYNE FUCKING MANOR!"

"Wait?" Hank starts to think but is too slow for Tim.

"That's right! Bruce could've brought Jason back to life if he wanted."

"Does Dick know?"

"Who cares? He's just going to say some bullshit about Bruce not wanting to make a big deal about-"

"Stay here." Hank runs out of the lab, and Tim twirls the syringe in his hand. He strides over to the computer, and Tim places the contents of the syringe into a vial, taking the vial to the scanner. After waiting a few seconds for the scan, the computer analyzes the particles showing the genetic sequence of the serum.

"Mirakuru. Genetically it looks like Bane Venom or that weird formula Mark Desmond created." Tim researches the serum, articles, database archives, and encrypted files flood the screen. "Mirakuru is a super-soldier serum created by the Japanese during World War II that causes enhanced physical abilities once injected. Use of the serum can risk death or warp the person's mind and personality, driving the subject to insanity, aggression, and hostility." He finished reading. "Sounds like a regular day in Gotham."

Tim takes the vial from the scanner and inserts it into a syringe gun. "Let's warp my mind." Tim injects himself with the serum causing him to convulse for a moment before regaining control of his body.

Tim goes to the Bird House, a room designated for their suits, and takes a pistol from Searcher's suit. Then, he calls the elevator and leaves the building.

Hank ran back to his room, looking for his phone. He finds it and dials the last number he called.

"Dammit, Dick, pick up the phone!" After several forwards to voicemail, he calls another number.

"Hello?"

"Thank fucking God you got service on that damn island."

"Hank? Wha- How did you get my number?"

"That doesn't matter right now. You need to ask for the keys to that invisible jet because Tim is off his fucking rocker."

"Hank, Tim is grieving. We all are. He not only lost Jason, but he lost his team too. Light did a number on all of us. So Tim throwing a tantrum or two is understandable."

"Disbanding the Titans, I get. Drinking his problems away, I get. You didn't see how he wrecked the living room and the kitchen. You didn't see how drunk off his ass he is. He's craving drugs. He has drugs. And you know how anti-drugs he is after the Stephanie Brown situation."

"Where would he get something that would actually affect his body? The street stuff isn't going to cut it."

Hank sighs. "He got it from me."

"Are you serious, Hank? You know what, why did I think any higher of you? Of course, you would call someone else to clean up your mess. Dawn was right about you." The phone call ends.

"Shit."

Hank searches his phone for another number to call, and he hears the elevator's ding. He darts to the Bird House and calls the elevator, but it returns vacant. The undone strap of Pat's holster gives him cause for alarm. Tim hated using guns. He called them a coward's weapon, one of the few things he and Jason actually fought over. Jason had a black eye for a month and was pulled from patrol for insubordination, but Tim snuck him out. Hank runs to the lab seeing a used gun on the table and the screen showing his Mirakuru research. Hank calls Zatanna Zatara a last-ditch effort to stop his friend.

"Zee, I know you can't bring anybody from the dead, but if you could, right now would be the time to do it. Tim is out on the streets and about to do some damage. Not including he injected himself with a super drug. I'm going after him, but please, you're the last person I know who can help him."

"You're right. I can't bring back the dead, but I can give him some comfort. Find Tim and get him alone. I have a plan."

In the dark and damp streets of Gotham, the rain had stopped. Tim wandered in his soaking wet clothes picking fights with anyone he deemed worthy of one. He walked the sidewalk in front of an alleyway where a man held a couple at gunpoint. A shot rang out. The two men stood there in fear holding each other close, shielding their eyes from their horrifying death. After realizing they were unharmed, they opened their eyes. They saw their attacker standing still and a bloodstain growing on his shirt. The man dropped to the ground; the couple looked up and saw Tim's silhouette illuminated by the blinking streetlamp, still holding the gun as if he were waiting for a glamor photo.

The burlier of the men tried to focus his sight on his hero, but Tim was gone. Walking further down the street, Tim is run over by a guy in a red hoodie running down the road. "Hey!" Ignoring the call, the guy continues running. In his anger, Tim chases after him. After running for a few minutes, Tim sees the assailant run into an abandoned building. "Got you now fuck face."

Tim holds the gun tight in his hand and slowly enters. "You forgot to say sorry. You fucking lowlife."

Stalking further into the building, Tim comes to a wall and hears music on the other side. He follows the wall to find a door, and after the count of three, he kicks the door in. It was a barroom, and at the sight of the gun-wielding young man, everyone cleared out. The band leaves their instruments in a hurry to escape the possible gunfire. Tim scans the room looking for the guy he ran down, but he's gone.

"Am I at the seeing things stage?"

Tim walks behind the bar fixing himself another drink.

"If you get to drink, then I want a beer."

Tim lets the words enter one ear and exit the other. "I am definitely hearing things." He pours the whiskey into a glass and fixes himself a bowl of fruit from the fridge under the bar top. A song begins to play on the drums. It was Jason's favorite song from Hank's playlist, a point of contention between the two during parties at The Nest. But this one song was the musical opinion they agreed on.

"Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad. I'm hot for teacher. I've got it bad, so bad. I'm hot for teacher."

It was his voice. It was THE voice. It was Jason's voice. Tim turned around and looked at the poorly lit stage, the lights obscuring the face attached to the drummer's body.

"No. It can't be. Bruce refused to put you in the pit. Zee can't bring back the dead, and Zatara has been missing, so I will ask you this once. Who are you?"

"It's me-"

"Bullshit!" Tim screamed, squeezing the glass so tight it cracked, spilling into his palm. He put the glass down on the bar top, wiping the wasted alcohol on his pants, which were still uncomfortably wet. It was like he took the polar plunge challenge fully clothed and never dried off.

"It's me whether you believe me or not. I'm here to give you closure." The drummer stands.

"Give me the wrong answer, and I'll shoot. How did you die?"

After a few breaths, the voice, who may or may not be Jason, responded. "Joker's girlfriend kidnaped me, and about an hour later, Joker took a crowbar to my face and blew up the building on top of me." There was a slight beat before the gun clip was unloaded on the stage. The drummer jumped down in the nick of time, dodging bullets aimed at him, although sloppily.

"Jace never called Harley the Joker's girlfriend. He either called her Harley or the Queen of Arkham." The guy took a couple steps towards Tim, and now in the light, Tim could see his face. The face that matched the voice. Jason slowly moved toward Tim, the gun aimed at his heart.

"You don't want to do that, Red. Put the gun down. You hate feeling it in your hand. You-"

"Take another step, and I'll shoot!" Tim was so distracted he didn't hear the round of police sirens going off outside.

"Red, calm down. You don't even know if I'm even real. Look at yourself. If I were alive, I would be so pissed. You made a promise to me. Do you remember what it was?"

"I promised to not let you become something you're not. You're not your parents-"

"So, do you think this stunt your pulling is honoring that promise?"

"That was for you, not me."

"And you held me accountable. For everything. Cleaning the bikes, making sure the oil was changed on the BatMobile, and polishing boots, even Dick's from his Robin days. I had protocols in the BatHandbook memorized more than Alfred, and on top of that, I was training, doing chores, out on patrol with Bats, and going to school."

"You think I wasn't doing my fair share of tasks?"

"I know you did. That's why I admire you so much. I never loved you."

Tim's face didn't show it, but he was stabbed in the heart. Was it true? Did Jason never love him? What about at the stadium? That was more of an order. Had Tim been fooling himself all this time? Reaching for something that he would never have. Was love an unachievable goal for an assassin like him? All of these questions and thoughts ran through his head. Suddenly a boom made him flinch as three thugs came into the building, entering the barroom.

"Put the gun down, kid. I don't wanna hurt ya."

The men entered the room. Muscular tough guys, with physiques rivaling Bruce and Hank.

"Are they real?" Jason said out loud, but who he said it to could be brought into question.

In his reckless mind-fogged state, Tim aimed the gun at the mobsters and pulled the trigger. When nothing came out, he grabbed a barstool and swung it against one guy's face breaking it into pieces. Then, Tim took two of the legs and used them as batons. It was a scary and bloody scene. When Tim was done, they weren't breathing.

Outside, more police sirens approach the building. An unmarked vehicle came to a halt. An older man steps out, walking with a cane. Hank turns around, sees the man, and instantly fends him off.

"Commissioner, I know what this looks like, but we-"

"Hall, I have reports of shots fired and a trail of people severely beaten within an inch of their life. Whoever is in there has to pay."

Hank sighs. "How we looking, Zee?"

Zatanna stands facing the door, eyes as bright as the moon and her gloves glowing to match. "Stable on my end."

"Oracle?"

"It's bad, Hank. The cops need medical attention. If it weren't for Zatanna's spell, they would've been dead. You have to keep my dad from going in there." Oracle speaks from Hank's earpiece.

"Commissioner, I need you to hold your men back. We almost have him ready to come out."

"Who's in there? Two-Face? Mad Hatter? Zsasz?"

"I can't tell you at the moment."

"Why?"

"You're not going to like who it is, and I'm not letting your daughter blame me for your blood pressure being higher than Wayne Tower."

"For God's sake Hall, I have people in there, and if they don't come out, I go in."

"I am begging you for ten more minutes. We have everything under control."

Commissioner Gordon sighs, knowing the stakes of keeping his officers in the building. "You have ten. One second more, and I'm pulling the plug."

Back inside, Tim sits the bodies on the wall, having them lean on each other for support, and throws the empty gun on top of them. He turns to Jason. "Now, where were we?"

"The highlights were me saying I never loved you, you threatening me, and questioning whether any of this was real. You're hopped up on Mirakuru and drunk out of your mind. Ooo, what if it's a spell?" Jason says with a slight grin on his face.

"Bringing Jason back is out of Zee's wheelhouse. And there's no one else who can do that."

"She is becoming a master of illusion. She should take that act on the road, like her father. Well, that didn't end too well for him. Hopefully, she can do better. Now that I think about it, Zee never did find Giovanni? She probably would have if she had her team behind her. With all of those Bat resources at your disposal-"

"Bruce looked for him. We all did. It was like he vanished into thin air, but with magic involved, he could be anywhere."

"The tech genius believing in magic isn't that funny. No, what would really be funny is if this was all a dream."

Hearing this, Tim was taken aback. Could this be a dream? When did it start? Was it after the building? Was it when he watched Bruce bury the body? Is he laid out on the floor in the lab with a needle in his arm from the Mirakuru?

"If this is a dream, there's only one way to wake up." Tim takes another wooden stool, smashes it like the first time, and picks up the leg with the sharpest end. He swings it around in his hand for a moment. Tim grips it tightly and proceeds to impale his chest. After a loud response to the pain, he twists the wood beam deeper when another voice enters the room.

"Stop."

Tim looked to the door to see the woman he called his sister dressed in black and red leathery armor.

"Nyssa?"

"Father has requested that you return immediately. Your time in Gotham has expired, and you shall resume your duties with him, Al Layl."

Al Layl was a name that became foreign to Tim, but that's how he knew everything had happened. That the pain he experienced was not something he conjured as a punishment. He looked about the room and saw the bodies he piled together.

"Nyssa, I did-"

"There is no time for apologies. You are an assassin again. Act like it." Nyssa pulls the wood from Al Layl's chest and patches it up for travel.

"Are we done here?"

Nyssa's eyes pivot to Jason. "Yes, we-" A crowd of gangsters floods the room aiming weapons at Al Layl.

"Hands where we can see them."

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Hank runs in after them. "Zee, drop the spell." Then, in a blinding light, the barroom returned to an empty warehouse. The gangsters turned into GCPD cops wearing SWAT gear, including the ones in the corner. Al Layl saw everything for what it was, but one thing stayed the same, Jason was still there looking confused.

"It's okay. You can take it off now!" Hank yelled across the empty space.

Jason scratched at his neck, peeling off his skin to reveal himself. "Nice to meet you, Timothy."

"Christopher Chance, the Human Target."

"In my flesh."

"All this-"

Hank interrupts Al Layl, talking straight to Nyssa. "He needs to get out of here now, or Gordon will arrest him. Jet's waiting on the roof."

Hank, Chris, and the police officers walk out of the building. "Where is he?"

"I told you, Commissioner. We had everything under control." From the corner of Hank's eye, he sees Chris and Zatanna meet Dick Grayson behind one of the tactical trucks. Dick makes eye contact with Hank, and Hank somberly and inaudibly mouths, "Thank you," Dick nods, leaving the crime scene with Zee and Chris following.

"Under control? Explain "under control" to the families that I have to tell that their son or daughter won't come home because they're dead!"

"Whelm yourself, Gordon.."

"You know what? I'm done. Done with you, with Batman and his Robins, the Tit-" Gordon grabs his chest dropping his cane, and his breathing falls short.

"Commissioner?" Hank notices the sweat covering his face and hands. Gordon begins to fall, but Hank moves closer, catching him. "Medic! I need a medic over here!" Hank yells as the paramedics ride away the officers that Al Layl piled up.

"Gordon. Gordon? Say something, Jim." Jim doesn't move. He takes a breath, but when his chest falls, it never rises again.

"Hank, what's going on? Hank, talk to me." Hank heard in his ear, forgetting Oracle was on the other side.

"The Commissioner is down. He's dead, Barbara."

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bat-birdsandshadows · 2 years

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Batsis? More like abandoned daughter

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I look around Fawceet city. I could see kids in here still have some innocent childhood life. Childhood life huh? I didn’t remember what my childhood life was like because when they rewind the time back again for 14th time I did become child but I'm focus more on saving everyone that I didn't act much like normal kid and then when universe start to fix back I didn't go back to be kid but teenager. Although this time I get into my siblings life quiet earlier maybe it worth missing all my childhood life memories. I do know that I start to live for their sake and they are actually what keep me sane and collected but..... I also know that I push my own desire since 'that bomb incident' For my people sake I push myself to depend on water alone. I rarely eat during that time except when we really get more foods. I usually give my portion of foods to those who needed more than me. I can survive few months without food since I'm not human so not much problem although Dar would bug me to eat sometime. He's nice guy. Sometimes uncle Harvey or uncle Oswald would also join Dar to bug me eating though. I don't remember if I ever buy toys for myself after I was 5. Mom said I refuse to accept toys and only request books as present. I do have one doll from uncle Stark when I was 10. He kinda force me to take that because my room barely have any toys for 5 years. I treasure it a lot. Always bring it with me and sleep with it. It just small bear with simple bow. I thought he would be narcissistic by giving me Iron Man doll but he does have common sense to not do so.

I might do anything for my siblings. For my family. For you I didn't mind lost my voice to use that spell. For you I didn't mind lost sight when I reverse the time. For you I didn't mind share the same pain you feel. For you I didn't mind to kill if it will keep you safe. Maybe on our first meet i told you guys I hate you and honestly I do hate you guys on my first life. You guys have my father care, protection and attention. I didn't get those until on my 5th life and the start I slowly not hate you guys. I don't know when I start to love you unconditionally but doesn't mean it's not hurt. Maybe once all big threat gone I would slowly back away from you guys life. Putri say I should try build my own family to start a new life. I might take that suggestion if Billy agree to be my son.

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"YOU'RE NOT MY SISTER! CAN YOU JUST STOP STICKING YOUR NOSE IN MY BUSINESS!" shout Dick when Alex tell him about his girlfriend only date him because he is Bruce son. Alex shock but regain her posture back "I'm sorry if what I'm doing right now is too much. I will stop sticking my nose in your business. You're right I'm not your sister and I'm not supposed to do all of this" said Alex then stand up and leave Dick apartments. True to her words Alex didn't interrupt any of his business. She didn't even appear in front of him anymore since that day. She really good at hiding her presence. Dick just realized how horrible he is after few days later. Dick already go through the envelope she left before she gone. He curse himself for being stupid and reckless. He didn't mean to say that. He like her being his sister but now...... not even her shadow could be seen. He only got news about her either from Tim or her workers.

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Alex hear someone knock the door "princess, it's me. Can I come in?" said Tony "Sure" whisper Alex as FRIDAY unlock the door for Tony. He sit beside his niece. "What's wrong little fairy? I got report from FRIDAY about your unnatural action which kind of initiate 'Alex emotionally danger protocol' Something happen during your visit?" ask Tony. Alex look at her uncle with stained tears face "Am I bothering them too much? Did I do it wrong?" ask Alex "What happens?" ask Tony "Maybe I really shouldn't poke his life. I'm not his real sister. I shouldn't poke around about Richard girlfriend" said Alex "Princess look" Tony hold her face to made Alex look at her uncle "You trying to care about him. If he didn't want it then it's his lost. Yes, your not his sister but did that ever stop me from adopting Harley and Peter as my kid?" said Tony. Alex snort "I don't see anything about you adopt Harls and Pete with me not being Richard sister have any point. Besides legally you not adopt them yet" said Alex "But that's the things. So what? I legally not adopt them yet I see them as my kids. Don't care about what he thinks. It his lost for not have you as his sister" said Tony. Alex smile a bit before she hug Tony "Thanks uncle. You're the best" said Alex then look relax before fall asleep. Tony smile "Of course. Anything for my little fairy. Besides I'm sure you didn't sleep for 2 days before you decide come here" said Tony

#batfam #tony stark #Alex is my OC #she's batsis #biologically bruce daughter and Tony niece #yes Ironman and Batman is brother #It just my idea for my Au #Doesn't have much plot yet #richard grayson #Ironman #bruce wayne #she look more like abandoned batsis with this #batfamily #bruce wayne daughter #batfamily au

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Seeing Red (Alt. POV)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Batfam, Superman

Word Count: 2443

TW: Whump, Pain, Reader Death, Angst, Mind Control, Drugged

Note: Thank you to @lanatheawesome for requesting the Alternate POV!

Part of Seeing Colors: Seeing Red, Seeing Green, Seeing Blue (Coming Soon)

Bonus: Seeing Red (Alt. POV)

Everything had seemed to pass in a blur. One minute, Clark had been investigating Luthor’s latest laboratory, and then….. nothing. Now, all he can remember after that are flashes, tinged in a burning red glow. As if trying to shake off a dense fog, he blinks a few times as he tries to recall what happened and where he is. As his eyes come into focus, he finally notices you just about a foot in front of him. The look on your face sends a wave of terror and concern through him. It is one he has never seen on you before, especially not directed at him. Fear, uncertainty, and, most of all, pain. So much pain.

Your mouth moves slightly as if trying to gain the strength to speak and he can see blood spilling out from between your lips. Then, slowly, painfully, you choke out, “Cl-Clark?”

“Y/N?” he responds, still unsure what is going on or where the two of you are. He glances down and his heart freezes. No! “Oh my god! Y/N!”

You are hovering hundreds of feet in the air, which isn’t that concerning given his powers, but what is concerning is the manner in which youare staying in the air. Clark’s arm is currently jammed into your chest so far it disappears almost up to his elbow. He can feel your heart as it gently beats against the back of his fingers and, to his absolute horror, he can feel it gradually slowing down. As gently as he can, he tries to dislodge his arm from your chest, but the sobbing howl of pain that rips from your lips at the movement stops him immediately. And even when he freezes once more, a low, continuous moan sounds in your throat and it tears Clark’s heart in two.

Suddenly, it all comes rushing back. Someone throwing a glass vial at him in Luthor’s lab, the feeling of the red Kryptonite taking over his system, tearing through the city as he destroyed everything in his path, slamming Jason into a brick wall as he attempted to hit Tim with his laser beams, then you…. You had offered up yourself to save your brother and you had gotten Clark’s fist through your sternum for your bravery. He remembers, as if in slow motion, the feeling of his knuckles contacting the Kevlar of your suit. How it offered no resistance to his superstrength. Neither did your flesh or bones as his fist continued through the armor into your chest. And yet, through the pain and the betrayal, you had never given up on him. You somehow managed to find the strength to smash the antidote against his face. You had saved him even as you were dying by his hand.

As gently as he can without jostling his arm, he pulls you into his chest. He can feel a slight tremor traveling the length of your body and he flinches. He cannot even begin to fathom the amount of pain you must be in at the moment, yet you are somehow managing to not completely fall apart or freak out. But then again, Clark expects nothing less from you. You are too much like your father. Bruce. Oh, God. How is he going to be able to handle this?

Slowly, Clark floats down to the ground, holding you as still as possible. As you return to earth, he lays you softly in the grass. Your head falls weakly to the side and as your eyes focus on something in the distance, Clark sees tears welling up in your eyes for the first time. He glances at what you are looking at and spies the rest of Bruce’s kids standing a few hundred feet away.

Dick has his arm wrapped around Jason as the other boy struggles weakly against him. Jay’s busted red helmet lay at their feet and Clark can see blood drying where it had flowed down his face, probably from when Clark had thrown him against the wall. Even from here, Clark can hear Dick murmur softly, “There’s nothing we can do for her, Jay. And going over there will just upset her. And you’re hurt too. Stop struggling and think about what she would want.” Clark watches Jason still slightly at his brother’s words and softly nods.

Shifting his gaze to Tim, Clark thankfully notes that he is on the comms calling Batman. Frantically, he cries, “Bruce! We need you here. NOW! She… I don’t… It’s bad. Please, you need to get here now!”

He rests his hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder, but Damian doesn’t even seem to notice. His gaze is locked firmly on your face and he barely even blinks as he takes in the sight before him. Tim finally notices and gives his shoulder a squeeze. “She’ll be okay, Dami.” His voice is shaky and filled with uncertainty.

“No. She won’t be.” The youngest boy replies bluntly. Unlike Tim, Damian’s voice is firm and stoic as there is no doubt in his tone that what he said was true. Clark knows Damian had seen and experienced more in his young life than seasoned heroes twice his age and he recognized death when he saw it.

Clark turns his attention back to you. Your breathing has slowed significantly since he first came to his senses and it is growing more rasping and labored with every inhale. Using his super hearing and x-ray vision, he quickly notices your lungs are filling with blood. And as he is assessing what can be done to stop or at least slow the bleed, he hears you softly mutter, “Dad…. where’s my …. dad?”

Once again, Clark’s heart breaks. Suddenly, he doesn’t see the brave warrior laying before him, but the tiny six-year-old he first met all those years ago clinging to the back of her father’s cape. He vowed that night to always watch over you and care for you, yet here you were, your life draining away because of him. Choking back tears, he runs his hand over your hair like he did when he was trying to put you at ease back then as he whispers, “He’s on his way. Just hold on.”

You must have heard the regret and sorrow in his voice because as you nod, you mutter, “Not you- don’t blame….”

It was the final straw. The tears he had been holding back slowly spill down his cheeks. Even through all your pain, you still were looking out for others. You had every right to condemn Clark for what was happening. He might not have been in control of his actions, but it was still his fist currently residing within your chest. And yet, you were using some of the last of your strength to make sure he knew you did not blame him for this. He is about to respond when a movement out of the corner of his eye steals his attention away. Bruce has arrived.

Your father races through the alleyways until he bursts into the opening where the rest of his children are standing. He falters slightly as he sees your prone form on the ground with his best friend’s arm thrust through your chest. His eyes flicker up to meet Clark’s and the Kryptonian just hopes that he can see the sorrow and regret that is etched on his face. Clark watches a myriad of emotions flash across the bottom half of Bruce’s face before he steels himself and rushes to his daughter’s side.

As soon as he is close enough for you to see, Clark feels you perk up slightly beneath his touch. There is a hint of a smile in your voice as you whisper, “Hi….. Dad….”

Bruce kneels down and cups your face in his hand. Ignoring Clark completely, he rubs his thumb across your cheek as he murmurs, “Hey, babybat. It’s going to be okay. Help is on the way.” His tone is soft and soothing in a way Clark has only heard in the direst of situations and only ever directed at one of Bruce’s children.

You must have been thinking the same thing because you say in a labored, slurred voice, “Wow, thing….not good.…if you using tha- tone.” The chuckle at the end quickly morphs into a ragged cough as your body convulses violently. Clark tries to hold you still as gently as possible, but your moan of pain returns, louder this time.

Yet, when you regain some of your composure, you reach up and touch the edge of your father’s cowl. Bruce rips it off and Clark gets an unobstructed view of the pain and heartbreak that is radiating off him. Clark turns his head to give the pair of you as much privacy he can while his hand is still lodged in your chest. But he can’t help but overhear you whisper, “Please…. take… care of…….. them…. They’ll need….. you…..” Always the most caring and thoughtful big sister, even at the end.

Suddenly, the emergency vehicles that someone had remembered to call, came rolling up. Bruce looks to Clark and in a low voice, so you hopefully don’t hear, he mutters, “How do we do this? Do we have them take her to the hospital with you still….-” he can’t bring himself to say the words so he just moves on “- or do you remove it first?”

Clark closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he tries to find the words to tell his best friend the reality of the situation. “Bruce… I am so sorry but… There’s nothing…. They can’t- No one can fix this. I can see the damage, I can feel it, and it’s…. it’s too great. I don’t even know how she’s still-”

Clark and Bruce’s attention immediately snap back to you as you tap your thumb once on your father’s face. He bends down closer, gathering you in his arms as much as he can without hurting you further. A fresh line of blood trails from the corner of your mouth as, in a voice that is barely more than a last gasp of air, you say, “Thank you…..for….the life….you gave….me. I don-don’t…. regret a sec– of it……..”

As you choke out the final word and your head falls to the side, Clark feels your heart slow to a stop against his fingers. Horrified, he exchanges a look of alarm with Bruce before your father turns back to you, clutching your face and begging you to look at him. But your eyes have already turned glassy as they stare blankly ahead. As Bruce crumples down on top of you, pressing his forehead firmly against yours as he continues to plead with your still form, Clark slides his fingers over and begins squeezing your heart with his hand. He knows it is a futile effort, that even if he can get it restarted manually, the blood filling your lungs would make it impossible for you to breathe. But he tries anyway.

And he doesn’t stop as he hears a shout, and a small figure appears at your side. Somehow, it doesn’t surprise Clark that Damian is the first break and come to you. As much as the boy tries to stay aloof and keep a distance between himself and the rest of the family, he knows how much his sister means to him. But instead of reaching out to you as he expected, Damian gently places his hand on Bruce’s back. The man turns his head slightly to look at his youngest son, silent tears streaming down his face. And then, he wraps his arm around Damian and pulls him into his chest.

In seconds, Dick, Jason, and Tim arrive. Dick just stares down at you in disbelief. His permanent smile and joyful light in his eyes are gone, replaced with disbelief and pain. Jason is glaring hate-filled daggers at Clark, and truthfully, Clark can’t blame him. Even as he continues to try and restart your heart, he knows that each and every one of them should hate him. Just as he hates himself. Every one of their reactions just adds to Clark’s regret and sorrow. But Tim…. Tim is the most heartbreaking to see.

He collapses to the ground a few feet from your body, sobs already racking his lean frame. Dick tears himself away from you and bends down to comfort his brother. Even with his super hearing, Clark can only just make out Tim’s words through his wails, “It’s all my fault. She was just protecting me. It should have been me.” Clark didn’t think he could have felt any worse at that moment, but hearing this proved him wrong.

Softly, Clark whispers, “Bruce… I’m-”

But the other man cuts him off. “You need to go. We’ll talk about this later but for now…. Just go.” His voice is wavering and thicker than usual as he tries to speak past the pain in his chest. And as much as Clark wants to stay and comfort his friends, his family, he knows Bruce is right.

With one final squeeze to your heart, a final goodbye, Clark removes his arm from your chest. Part of him was expecting some sort of reaction but of course, there was none. Corpses don’t have reactions.

Clark glances at everyone one final time and then takes to the sky, putting as much distance between himself and this nightmare as he can. In moments, he arrives in the Arctic just outside the Fortress of Solitude. It was the only place he could think of to go at the moment. But as he raises his hand to open the door, he sees your blood still coating his arm up to his elbow. The thick, crimson liquid streams down his outstretched hand and he flashes back to the look on your face as he punched through your body.

Dropping to his knees, he buries his fist into the snow, desperately trying to remove your blood from his fingers, from the grooves in his hand, from underneath his nails. But after a moment, he realizes that it feels just the same as when his fist was buried in your chest, and he yanks it out as quickly as he can. Still kneeling in the snow, tears begin to roll down his face as he stares at the hole he created. And as Clark mourns the loss of a person he loved like family, he watches as your remaining blood drips from his hand onto the snow until he is left just seeing red.

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 13

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Warning: small car incident, skipping school

October was the worst month for the vigilantes of Gotham.

It was the month when all the villains decide to spread their terror in the city, making the heroes tired and worn.

Tonight was no exception as the Scarecrow filled a type of hallucination gas in the police station.

Dick was quick enough to notice the symptoms and alerted batman before the whole building would tear each other apart.

His father showed up, alongside Tim who came up with an antidote in record time.

Bruce was proud that Dick was training to be an officer, he was becoming a young man who was working hard for his profession. Bruce doesn’t want to admit that he missed his help as Nightwing, but he couldn’t care less. His son was happy, and that’s what mattered.

Bruce took the long way back to the cave, as he was finding the missing person who escaped Arkham: Two Face.

When he first found out about his disappearance, all he could think of was how you would react.

And it wasn’t helping that you were nearing your third trimester.

Bruce vowed to find him and turn him in, but Two Face’s tracks were hard to find.

It was like he didn’t want to be found.

Bruce gave up and headed back home, as Tim was drifting off to sleep in the Batmobile.

Once they entered the cave and got out of the car, Bruce loudly sighed in relief.

He was finally home.

He sent Tim off to his room, saying that he needs his rest since it was a school night.

Alfred approached him with a light dinner, as Bruce was too tired to stomach a whole meal.

Bruce was about to eat till he saw someone shift in his chair where the monitor was.

“She came downstairs to wait for you. I wanted to urge her that you’ll be arriving late again, but she fell asleep.” Alfred said.

Bruce’s face was defeated as what Alfred was referring to.

Ever since you heard of your birth father’s escape, you’ve been on edge. You’ve been lacking sleep as all you could do was worry that something may happen to you or your family. Bruce even felt guiltier as he was also the reason for your insomnia. Last week, you stayed up all night tending to his wounds when he was battling Killer Croc.

His left shoulder was badly injured and he was still facing pain. Bruce quickly ate and lowered himself to the ground in front of you, lightly shaking your arm.

“Darling…” He whispered, trying not to wake you up so harshly.

You fluttered your eyes and wiped them, looking down at Bruce.

“Let’s go to bed, you know sleeping in the chair isn’t good for your back.” Your fiance said, as you’ve done it a few times and resulted to light Braxton hicks the following morning.

You didn’t say a word as you were too tired to speak, so you got up and walked in tow with him to the master bedroom. Your finance was right behind you as he placed a comforting hand on your back.

Once you entered the shared room, you went to brush your teeth as Bruce shed off his clothes and took a quick shower. Once you were done in the bathroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and waited for Brue to come out.

He then walks out, glistening from the droplets he couldn’t reach. Aquaman couldn’t even be compared to how your Bruce looks now, wet and handsome. He tosses the towel in a nearby chair and slips on his underwear. He turns to get the two tubs from the nightstand and sat in between your legs on the ground, handing you a small tub of vaseline for his aching shoulder.

You rub the vaseline in your hands and place them lightly on his back. You then need your palms to his shoulder blades, as you lightly hear a grunt from Bruce. You stop for a second till you see his features at rest, as he was used to the pain.

As you were done massaging his shoulders. He gets up from his spot and looks down.

“Lie down,” he whispers softly.

You did as you were told, too tired to do anything else.

Bruce opens your shea butter and rubs the soft cream on your belly. You know he’s taking his time as the strokes on your stomach are slower from past nights.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you.

You position yourself to look at him with tired eyes.

“I’ve just been… thinking.” You mumbled out.

“Hopefully you’re not getting cold feet,” Bruce smirked, trying to lighten the situation with a joke.

You playfully roll your eyes as Bruce finished wiping the butter on your belly as he crawled his way to his side of the bed.

“We’re going to find him, you know…” Bruce said, knowing that Dent was on your mind.

“It’s just not my… him.” You caught yourself before uttering those words.

You turn around and face Bruce with a serious look.

“Don’t you feel like every time we move forward from tragedy, it strikes again?” You ask.

Bruce looks at you with sympathetic eyes as his mouth formed a thin line.

“All the time.” He states.

You slowly sit up from your lying position and look down at your lap.

“And it makes me worry that something bad will happen. I can’t face losing anyone else, Bruce. I just can’t.” You whispered as tears started to form. Bruce immediately gets up and hugs you, calming your sobs.

He knows he can’t promise that nothing will happen, Bruce made many of those promises and he broke every single one.

He lifts your chin gently and raises your sight to his.

“Many things will happen, whether we want it or not. But you won’t face those fears alone.” Bruce softly says.

You smile at him as you both lie down in the bed with Bruce holding you in his arms as you rest your belly on his side. You both drift off to sleep, hoping that your mind will be put to ease.

The following morning, you woke up alone in your bed. You slowly get up and get out of bed to see if Bruce left for work. You make your way to the kitchen where you saw your two of your youngest sons and Alfred eating breakfast prepared by

Bruce?

He turns around and smiles at you from the counter, as he was cutting fresh fruit.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t cook,” Tim said, as he took a bite of his meal. You chuckle lightly as you ruffled both of your sons' hair and kissed the top of their heads.

“Good morning dear, how are you feeling?” Alfred says as he helps you in your seat.

“Better from last night.” You said as Bruce gave you a kiss and placed a bowl of greek yogurt with chia seeds and your favorite fruits.

“I woke up a bit early this morning, so I thought I’d make breakfast and take the boys to school,” Bruce said as he was cleaning the kitchen.

“I’m excited to pick you guys up after school. We could check out that place you two have been talking about.” You said, remembering the plans you made a week ago.

“Actually, could we reschedule? I’m working on an art project for our school’s exhibit.” Damian said.

“Even me, mom. I gotta tutor someone in my chem class.” Tim added.

“No problem, we’ll plan next time.” You said, smiling at them.

Bruce dusts his hands off and stares at his kids.

“K, let’s head out before the traffic hits. Say goodbye to Alfred and your mom.” The boys quickly cleaned their plates as they said a quick goodbye to Alfred and pecked your cheek before heading outside. Bruce kisses you again before heading out.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you, more.” You reply.

Bruce leans down to your belly and gives a quick kiss to it. “I love you most,” Bruce said to your bump, making you laugh.

He then heads outside to the car to drive out.

You turn to Alfred and smile.

“Now that I have the afternoon cleared, would you like to join me on my errands for the wedding?” You asked Alfred.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Alfred replies as you two get ready for the day.

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After Bruce dropped the boys, he went to work at Wayne Enterprises.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t focus as all he could do was stare at a picture on his desk of you and the kids.

With his lunch hour nearing, he texts a quick message on his phone before heading out to the local diner he likes to eat. No one cared who you were or who you were with, you just ate your meal and paid your way out. He pulls his way up the side of the street and walks into the glass doors.

The scent of last hour’s breakfast hung in the air. A middle-aged woman greets him in the front and they exchange a few words

The Wayne man made his way to a booth and pulls up a menu up to his face, trying to look busy.

He then hears the person he wanted to see shuffling in the seat in front of him.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late. Jon forgot his lunch and I had to fly back to Smallville.” Clark chuckled, shaking his head.

“You’re fine, I didn’t wait for long,” Bruce said, glad to see his friend.

The two men ordered lunch and were catching up from the past weeks.

Clark could see how stiff Bruce was as he was trying to enjoy his meal.

“Although I like our random lunches together, I feel like there’s a reason why you wanted to meet up in the middle of the week.”

Bruce sighs a bit, giving a dry chuckle at the end.

“I’m glad you don’t have mind-reading as your powers, that would be more annoying.”

Clark laughs a bit. “Don’t tell J'onzz.”

Bruce pushes over his plate.

“I need your advice on something. Don’t worry, it’s not concerning any caped business.” Bruce said.

“How… How was it like when you and Lois had Jon?” Bruce asked.

Clark was taken back from his statement.

“You can’t be serious,” Clark said, trying to see any hint of a joke as the Wayne man brought up four kids.

But this is Bruce he was talking to, and he looked very serious.

“I got really excited, but I also remembered if the baby would have any powers. Then I got worried if anything would affect Lois while she was carrying Jon. I was spiraling and I didn’t want Lois to find out. It wasn’t until I was hyperventilating when she was in labor that she had to calm me down. Then everything changed when our son was in our arms.”

Clark gets a picture out of his wallet and gives it to Bruce.

It was of the Kent family at their barn, laughing as it appeared that Clark was throwing Jon in the air (but he was actually flying) and Lois rolling her eyes at her two boys.

“The worry is still there, but I realized that as long as I have my family, I could do anything.”

Bruce smiles at the word: family.

His thoughts get interrupted before his phone rings. He scans the number that appeared on his screen.

“It’s the boys' school,” Bruce mutters before picking up the phone.

“Yes, this is he. What happened?” he says in the phone.

Clark didn’t use his hearing as he was giving Bruce privacy.

“I’ll be on my way.” Bruce said urgently and hung up.

“That was the headmaster. Tim and Damian are in detention.”

The two men get up, about to leave.

“Go, I’ll cover the bill.” Clark said.

“I already paid for it, I knew your order.” Bruce said

“I can’t be that predictable,” Clark said.

“You get a certain brand of burger here because they don’t have the same patties back in Smallville. You then get an apple pie alamode and even though you eat the whole thing, you claim that your mom makes the best.”

“It’s not a claim, it’s a fact.” Clark sassed a bit.

Bruce snickers and was about to make his way out. Clark quickly calls out for him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Your daughter is going to have the best family. Don’t sweat the small moments.”

Bruce couldn’t help but smile before he heads for his car, thinking that things will turn out alright.

Now, he had to worry about his two youngest.

Once he pulls up to the school, he already sees you and Alfred in sight. Bruce gets out of the car and goes up to you.

“School called you, too?” he asks.

You shook your head yes, sighing in annoyance.

“Can’t wait to see what happened this time.” You said, placing a hand on your stomach and the other on your back.

You and Bruce walk in tow to the headmaster’s office, as you two weren’t strangers of being called to the school.

When Dick was in school, he was often being a show-off: swooning the girls while he makes handstands on the monkey bars. The teachers called you and Bruce as other people tried to attempt whatever “The Flying Grayson” did, and often got hurt in the process (Why do kids think they could be trained acrobats in a matter of minutes? You have no clue.)

Jason was another story. He would sometimes get into fights as he would stick up to snobby rich kids who would pick on someone. He asked Bruce one night why should he be idle at school when he could kick ass to villains. You scolded him that there are other ways to stand up to bullies than showing your fists.

Now, you walk into the office while you see your two sons looking guilty and quiet.

The Headmaster gets up to greet you two. “Hello, Thank you for coming in. I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” She said.

You give her a small smile as Bruce helped you sit down, then he sat by your side.

The headmaster laces her hands together. “Earlier today, a custodian caught Tim and Damian sneaking out of a window during class hours.”

You turn back and see how your sons hung their heads low.

Bruce leads the conversation. “We were under the impression that Tim was helping someone to tutor and Damian was assisting with the art exhibit after school.”

The headmaster’s face turned confused.

“Although we have students who tutor after school, Tim wasn’t registered as one. Also, the student’s art exhibit has been delayed so the students aren’t supposed to be doing any pieces till further notice.”

Now, it was Bruce’s turn to look back at the kids and they shrunk in their chairs.

“But, I am most concern about these patterns from your family-”

“Excuse me?” You interrupted her.

“Darling…” Bruce whispered to you but you didn’t want to listen.

“Well in the past, your oldest sons haven’t been the best of students so that’s really reflecting on how you bring up your sons. Or rather, Mr. Wayne’s sons.” She replied.

You feel yourself burning up as your eyes were shooting daggers.

“I have you know, Headmaster, that my sons have gone through so much before they entered our lives. Bruce and I wasted not one second raising them as our own. Yes, what Tim and Damian did is unacceptable; But, they are good kids. So don’t question our parenting or how much we love our children.” You said, getting up and putting your purse over your shoulder.

“Let’s go.” You looked at your sons as they followed you in tow.

Bruce slowly gets out of his seat and looks at the headmaster.

“My fiance and I will talk to our sons about what they have done, but we will also discuss whether we will continue sending our children here.” Bruce concluded as he made his way out.

Once he walks to the entrance of the school, he sees you talking to Alfred to take the other car as you want to ride with Bruce to talk to your sons. Bruce silently unlocks the car and helps you in the passenger seat. Tim and Damian crawl to the back and buckle as Bruce starts the car and drives out.

The drive was silent as you were staring at the window while Bruce was concentrating on the road.

“I blame myself that I didn’t memorize the custodian schedule. That way, we wouldn’t be caught.” Damian says out loud.

You turn your head around.

“I couldn’t care less that you were caught, I care about WHY you two decided to leave school in the middle of the day mission impossible style?” you raised your voice.

“We had a lead on a case we’ve been working on and it couldn’t wait.” Tim replied in a low tone.

“So not only did you lie to me and your father about where you will be, but you both decided to just ditch school because of a damn case?” you asked out loud.

“And what case are you two working on? I haven’t assigned any the past two weeks.” Bruce added.

Damian grumbles something under his breath.

“I have no patience for you to be moody, tell me what you two are working on!” You asked angrily.

“We were looking for your father!” Damian screamed back.

Bruce presses the brake of the car out of shock. You jolt forward in your seat from the sudden shift, hissing as the seatbelt tighten your abdomen. Bruce immediately pulls over so he could see if you were ok.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asks concerningly, scanning if he accidentally hurt you.

“I’m fine, the halt took me off guard. We’re fine.” You assured him, holding his hand to ground both you and him.

You both turn to your sons who were also concerned for your being.

“Explain everything, now.” Bruce commanded.

Tim looks up to both of you and spoke.

“Ever since we thought you were dead, things were falling at the seams. Mom had it worse out of all of us. And when she started seeing Dent at Arkham, she started getting better. But when he disappeared, mom went to that same cycle again. We thought if we could find him, she’ll feel more at ease.” Tim said.

“Mother needs closure, and I thought if I got that for her, she’ll forgive me for everything I’ve done in the past.” Damian also said.

“What do you mean, Dami?” You asked, your voice softer from before.

Damian’s hands were in fist as you could see he was fighting the urge to cry.

“When I first met you, I despised you. I hated how you wanted to be my mom when I already had one. But then I realized that my own mother wasn’t coming back for me, I lost all hope. But you never gave up on me. She almost hurt you all those months ago and I can’t forgive her for that, she almost took away someone I loved.” Tim and Bruce hung their heads low as all you could do was cry.

Damian roughly wipes his tears away in his sleeve.

“And when Tim announced your lineage, I realized we weren’t so different. We had parents who chose their own needs than their own flesh and blood. I don’t care if my own mother is dead or alive. But you still have your father, and you still need your answers of why he wasn’t there.”

You try your best to reach out for him, and he quickly takes your hand.

“Damian, we can’t change the blood within us. But what we can do is change who we become and choose our own paths, our own family.” You look at at Bruce who shares a loving gaze at you.

You turn back to your boys.

“I love you and your brothers, nothing can break that. No matter how many times you boys get in trouble, I still love you. So please, don’t go chasing after someone that doesn’t mean a thing to me. All I need is my family, and that’s enough.” You said.

Tim and Damian get out of their seats and hug you as best as they can.

“We’re still not off the hook, right?” Tim asks out of the blue.

“Oh, you’re grounded big time.” Bruce replied, making you laugh lightly.

After everyone composed themselves, Bruce went on the road again and made his way at the manor.

He pulls in and parks the car, where he gets out to help you too.

Damian walks with you at your side when you enter your home.

“Remeber: no missions, internet, or training for the next week.” Bruce called out to his youngest as he was ear shot.

“Same to you.” Bruce said to Tim.

Tim lightly chuckles.

“Can I tell you something? It’s about why we decided to leave.” Tim asked.

Bruce looks up and sees you from afar, starting to lie on the couch in the living space.

“Sure.” he replied.

Tim shifts where he stood, looking uneasy.

“Dick called me during break saying that he found insight on Dent’s file. He said that he started seeing a psychiatrist at Arkham and was getting treatment for his dissociative identity disorder after mom’s first meeting with him. His results were improving, so I don’t know why he escaped if he was getting help.”

Bruce’s forehead wrinkles slightly as he was thinking.

“I’ll look into it. I’ll let your mom know about this, but no more suit work. I mean it.”

Tim nods his head as he made his way to his room. Bruce releases a sigh and walks up to you at the couch. You turn your head up to him and give him a small smile.

“Come lay with me?” you ask.

“You know I always take the offer.” He jokes as he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around you and your bump.

“Today was…”

“Yep.” Bruce finished your sentence.

Both of you were frustrated about how things climaxed, but at the end of the day, your boys only cared for your well being.

“I told the headmaster that we’re going to discuss if the kids will continue going to school there.” Bruce said.

You try looking at him from where you laid. “Bruce, I think that’s a bit melodramatic. Tim is almost done with high school and Damian was just getting settled in his surroundings. And I know how much that school meant to your dad.” You said, knowing that the late Thomas Wayne was an alum there.

Bruce laces his hand into yours.

“It’s not just the boys, it’s also about if we send Lily there too.” He said as his he holds you closer around your belly.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, today’s been really rough and I think I exceeded my brain power today.” You joked, but you were really drained from getting upset.

Bruce kisses your shoulder to show you he’ll wait as you guys mindlessly talk about other things.

“I went planning for the wedding today.” You said.

“Really? How was it?”

“It was good. We need to try cakes though this week, you’re always so picky.”

“I’m not that picky.”

“Yes, you are!”

You both chuckle from your light banter until you yawned and slowly closed your eyes till you were sleeping.

Bruce knew that you would wake up if he got up so he decided to join you for a nap.

Awhile later, Dick enters the manor and was about to announce his presence until he saw the two of you sleeping.

He smiles at how cute you guys looked and took a quick picture to send to his brothers.

Dick makes his way to Alfred to leave you guys where you are: happy in each other’s arms.

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