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coupleoffanfics · 3 months

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teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #batsis reader #yandere batfam #God damn you anon #you beautiful bastard #I'll clean this up later when I sleep #x reader #x batsis reader

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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Love Thorns All Over This Rose

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Warnings: angst, talks of a miscarriage, body image, talks of difficulty staying pregnant, mention of what is technically a still-birth, depression, suicidal thoughts, self-medicating, accidental suicide attempt (this is will make sense if you read it), probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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IF THERE IS A WANT FOR A PART 2, I WILL DO ONE, IF NOT, THEN THIS STAYS AS A ONE-SHOT!

I mention Y/N goes to a church to pray, it is described more as a Christian or Catholic one (I really don't know the difference and I apologize) as she lights a candle before she prays. If you wish to skip that part, it starts with "Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral." and ends with "Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out.". I do also mention that the reader themselves aren't very religious (but grew up with it so reverted back to old practices to see if it helped)

Alfred is also dead in this (don't ask why he just is) so that's why he isn't here!

The POV here isn't really consistent. It jumps between being with the Batkids, Bruce, and Y/N's. I tried to make it flow though so hopefully that works!

I feel like I should mention:

Bruce and Y/N's ages don't matter (I'm not in the mood to deal with that) but; Dick is 31 (and married to Kori but that's not too important), Jason is 25, Tim is 22, Damian is 15, Cass is 24, and Steph is 23

I also am not too familiar with Duke, so that is why he isn't there much. Mostly just mentioned

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

7:25 AM

The kids watched as Y/N was silent as she put the plate down in front of Bruce's empty seat. They all noted how fake her smile looked as she looked up at them. "Alright, I will see you kids later!"

They all watched as she walked out of the dining room and once they knew she was out of earshot, they started talking.

"Did she eat anything?"

It was Jason, he had been the last down (well...outside of Tim) so he only saw her putting the plates down and ushering them to eat.

Dick shook his head, he had seen her the entire time she made breakfast. Fully clothed, which was unusual as she usually just made breakfast in her pajamas with her hair occasionally brushed. But not today. Today her hair was done, makeup was on, she was dressed as if she was working.

But everyone in that house knew she was still off after what happened, even though it had been 3 months since the incident.

Damian flicked at his food, "Ummi was supposed to take me to school today."

Dick smiled at Damian, "I can, Dami. Mom is just...preoccupied."

Damian hmphed and continued to play with his food. Dick was concerned for his younger brother. He knew that while he himself was close with the woman he had allowed to become his mother, Damian was so much more as she was really the only person who never got mad at him or made fun of him when he didn't understand something.

Jason abruptly stood, "Since mom isn't here, I'm just gonna go."

Dick raised a brow, "Really Jason? You're just gonna leave after--"

"Hey, we've been over this before Dick. I come because mom asks me to." He shrugged as he put his jacket on, "Plus, I'm going to follow her."

Stephanie snorted, "She'll kill you when she catches you."

"If she catches me. If."

Steph hummed, "My bets are on she will. Y/N is always on the lookout, especially after..." She faded and looked down, regret piling up inside her as she thought of what she was about to say.

"Either way, tell us what you find Jason."

He nodded to Dick's request before heading out the side door in the kitchen. Dick tapped his hand on the table for a minute before speaking; "I'm gonna go check on dad, Damian go get everything ready and I'll meet you at the entryway, alright?"

The eldest stood, placing a gentle hand on the youngest shoulder before heading to the stairs. Dick was concerned. He had never seen his mother so...shut off. Pretending like everything was alright even though everyone who saw her could tell that she was so close to jumping off of a bridge.

The closest that he had seen her to this was back when Jason died and she broke up with Bruce. But even then, she didn't avoid things that she had already planned. Even then, she stayed committed to things.

Plus, Dick knew she had no plans today. Well...no plans except for the fact that beforehand this would have been her due date. And he knew that that was most likely what had off-set her so badly.

Dick didn't even knock before opening the door to Bruce's study. He was even speaking before his father even looked up from his computer. "Have you talked to mom?"

Bruce raised a brow, "What?"

"Mom." Dick crossed his arms, "When was the last time you and her had a real conversation?"

Bruce shrugged, "I'm not sure." He looked at Dick oddly, "What are you going on about?"

Dick let out a hard sigh, "You two are married, it is your job to take care of her. Goddammit Bruce!" He threw his hands up in anger, "You know what? Nevermind, I'm not...I'm not even going to try."

He angrily turned and walked out of the room. He didn't even understand why he even thought that talking to Bruce would help. He just walked down the stairs and remembered his promise to get Damian to school. Trying to hide the anxiety he had that he didn't know what exactly his mom was doing.

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9:09 AM

Jason watched Y/N walk out of the convenience store all the way in Blüdhaven. From where he was, he couldn't see what she had bought, but the moment he saw her go into the store, he had messaged Tim to watch her bank account. To watch what she was purchasing. Something felt...off as he watched her.

Jason knew that after the...accident, Y/N had been hard to reach. To talk to. He knew that she and Bruce hadn't been sleeping in the same bed since that argument he had accidently heard them having around 3 weeks after everything happened. So 4 weeks ago.

Granted...from what he had heard, it wasn't even a fight that they had had. Mostly just words being thrown at the other. Words that Jason never thought that he would hear either one say to the other. Words that he never told any of his siblings that he heard. All out of fear that one of them would panic. And while sure, he had a disdain for Tim and Damian, that didn't mean he would ever let either of them know what he had heard.

Jason wasn't sure how long he had been watching her just sit in the car before Tim finally texted him a list of what Y/N had bought in the past week. And considering Jason had seen her previous bank records for a week, it was a sure red mark with how short it was.

Tim

In the past week she's gotten a lot of sleeping pills. That's basically all that she has gotten. That plus energy and pain pills. Duke is thinking she's self-medicating again

Jason sighed as he pocketed his phone when he saw his mom driving out of the parking lot. He kept a safe distance behind her as he followed her on her drive back to Gotham.

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12:15 PM

Y/N hurried up the steps of the Cathedral. Trying not to make a misstep and fall as well as trying not to draw attention to herself. She closed the umbrella over her head as she walked in. Placing it in the small holder, she brushed the front of her outfit as her heels clicked on the ground when she walked down the long hall.

Last time she was there was for her mothers funeral last year. Last time she had walked up and grabbed the larger candle to dip down and light the smaller one. Her heart pounded in her chest as she kneeled, words swimming through her head and mumbling off her lips.

She herself was never very religious, but having grown up that way, she wondered if praying like she did as a child would work. Praying that things would get better and that she would get better.

She shakily did the cross on her before standing and wiping the tears that had silently fallen away from her cheeks. She turned and started to make her way out of the church when she heard a voice call out her name:

"Mrs. Wayne! We were not expecting you here today, is everything alright?"

Y/N slowly turned to face one of the Nuns, a small, fake, smile on her face. "Oh yes, everything is alright Sister. Just came here to pray for a moment. I haven't in such a long time."

The nun nodded, "Very well, I hope the Good Lord hears your prayer and makes it happen."

Y/N nodded silently before turning and walking out. She grabbed her umbrella before opening the door and walking out. She practically ran back to her car, wanting to get in before anyone saw her out.

But Cass and Steph did. They watched her speed back to her car as they sat in the cafe across the way. Stephanie shook her head, "She never goes there. Especially not since her mothers deaths."

Cass nodded as Steph continued; "Something is seriously going on with Y/N. Maybe something else has happened that we don't know."

"She's been deteriorating for the past 4 weeks."

Steph raised a bow and inquired, "4 weeks?" Cass nodded, "Huh...weird, that's around a week after she came home from the hospital." She grabbed her phone and started typing in the groupchat that only held the kids (Damian not included):

Steph

when did Bruce disappear for a few days after Y/N came home?"

It didn't take long for Tim to respond

logs say he left 35 hours after she got home and came back 83 hours later why?

Cass

She's been slowly getting worse sense then

Jason

I overheard them arguing around 3 weeks after everything happened and I know they haven't been sleeping in the same room since then. And I'm not sure how important this is; but Tim checked her bank account and she bought different pills so me, him, and Duke think she's medicating again. Or that she's going to start again.

Cass and Steph looked at each other, concern and worry was on their faces as they read Jason's last message. Something started unnerving them as they thought of the things she could possibly do if she was going to start medicating again.

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3:25 PM

Y/N looked at her body in the mirror. Her hands came to lay on her stomach. Just like she did before. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stared at her flatter stomach. She breathed shakily as her hands fell down to her sides.

Why?

Was all she ever asked.

Why me? Why did this happen to me?

She was so confused. She had always been good. Done everything to be a good person. But yet she still had that happen to her. Was she just not meant to be a mother?

Of course...she was one. She was a mother to 4 amazing boys and 1 beautiful girl. But still...it was different. Yes, those 5 children were hers, but that one. That singular one that she had carried for nearly 7 months had meant so much to her. Especially after being told time and time again it wouldn't happen.

It wasn't even the first time it had happened. She had had miscarriages before...but that wasn't what it was this time. The kidnapping. Bruce and the kids had found her after 2 days. The emergency c-section to save the baby.

But she knew. Of course she knew. She knew it had died.

Her baby girl. She had died before she even got the chance to live.

Y/N shakily breathed as she grabbed one of the bottles from the counter. She had thought it was the pain medication. But it hadn't been.

Sleeping meds.

Ever since it happened she had hardly been able to sleep. Nightmares of what happened still plagued her mind. Bruce yelling at her still echoed in her brain. Those...twisted words he said echoed inside of her.

She had popped a few in her mouth before dry-swallowing them and getting into the bath she had started earlier. The hot water felt like it was searing her skin, but she didn't care. She wondered if maybe she did this enough, whoever was above would forgive her of her sins and let her keep a pregnancy.

She wasn't sure how long she had stayed in the water before it became difficult to keep her head above water. Her body just felt so heavy. She wondered what pain meds she had grabbed at the store. She couldn’t remember them making her feel this way before. After a few moments of struggling to keep her head up, she felt her body sink down and under the water. But even as she felt water rush into her nose and fill her lungs, she couldn't bring herself to move and get out.

She just accepted her fate.

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3:30 PM

Bruce sat in his office, a bad feeling settling in his stomach. Something was telling him to check on Y/N. See if she was alright. He knew she had returned around 20 minutes ago, the security cameras had caught her walking in.

He carefully stood from his desk and walked out of his office. He walked down the oddly quiet halls of the manor. A small feeling of pain and guilt started to eat at him as he got closer to the guest room she had been staying in. He knew she was struggling. He knew that she needed him today. But he just...couldn't.

He was selfish. He knew this.

He knew he was so goddamn selfish. Caring about his own feelings rather than helping his wife. She had been the one to physically go through everything. She had been the one to bear that trauma.

He had been so incredibly selfish since she had come home from the hospital. He had even begun to wonder why she even stayed in the manor.

But as he opened the door to the guest room, unrest settled inside him as he saw she wasn't there but the bathroom door was open. It was silent. He had known his wife long enough to know she never was silent in the bathroom. She almost always had music playing.

He pushed the bedroom door further open as he walked further in. Anxiety started to reach a breaking point as he walked into the bathroom.

And time felt like it moved in slow-motion as he saw her state. Her knees bent out of the water, her head under. He saw the three bottles of pills on the counter. He saw the open one read sleep on them. He ran over to the tub, grabbing under her arms and pulling her out.

He bent down, trying to listen for a heartbeat. He felt like his own heart stopped as he heard nothing. Not even a faint thump of one. He quickly moved to her side and started CPR.

Everything still felt like it was moving slower than it was as he pushed down on her sternum. Tears gathered in his eyes as he repeatedly slammed down onto her. As he breathed into her mouth. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he finally had gotten the CPR to work. She began to cough profusely, water spluttering everywhere. He sobbed as he heard her shallow breaths break through the air.

He heard the noise of Dick's voice breaking. "Mom?"

He looked at him, seeing both him and Damian staring at the scene in front of them. Staring as their father held their mother in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, he pleaded for them to call 911.

It was with shaky hands that Dick did it. His words sounded choked back, he kept stuttering. Trying to say what he was supposed to but his mind was running at a million miles and and half a mile a second at the same time. Everything felt fuzzy and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. All that he knew was that he walked in on his dad doing CPR on his mom.

That was all he knew.

That was all Dick knew.

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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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Hello I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, where the reader is like Lara croft from Tom Raider. The reader love going on adventure to ancient ruin and collect artefacts. The story is up to you, of course!

Thanks you for your amazing writing!

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

I can do it! I remember watching Angelina Jolie in the role, I loved it! Thanks for the compliment anon. Don't worry, English isn't my first language too.

Summary: (Y/N) loved collecting artefacts. It can come in helpful sometimes.

Warnings: looking for the Holy Lance, mentions of Jesus and religious content, Matthias Vogel is here as an enemy, (Y/N) is scared of him, mentions of near death experience, Bruce is a protective dad.

Out of all the children he has, Bruce sees (Y/N) the least. He comes here for a few weeks and then he is of on another adventure. Bruce was very skeptical of him, but to say that would be hypocritical is an understatement.

So Bruce taught him every skill he knows to help him on his adventures. The boys did so too and they were always interested in what he collected. They all listened to the stories with a lot of interest and Bruce made a little museum in the manor.

Bruce knew that (Y/N) would do this for as long as he lives, because he was always adventures, even when he was a kid. Bruce had so much scares with him and a few gray hairs to prove it.

At the moment, (Y/N) was back home in USA, Gotham, New Jersey. He was sleeping in his room, knocked out from exhaustion. Bruce picked him up from the airport late last night while others were getting ready to go on patrol.

Bruce decided to leave (Y/N) sleeping and the others were going to be surprised. Damian loved his older brother to death and he missed him during his adventures, even though Damian would rather die than to admit it.

Bruce was in the kitchen, drinking the coffee that Alfred has prepared for him. He waited for his sons to come down. (Y/N) would probably come down in a few hours at best, but he did sleep through the entire flight. Maybe he could come down during breakfast.

" I see you are more relaxed master Bruce. " Alfred noted, turned to the stove, making some eggs for him.

" I am. (Y/N) is back and I can finally feel more relaxed. " Bruce explained and Alfred raised his brow.

" He is? "

" Yes, we came back when the others were getting ready for patrol. It will be a nice surprise. "

" Where was he this time? " Alfred asked.

" He was in Egypt. He looked for a temple and something that I can't even pronounce. " Bruce said and Alfred nodded, serving him the eggs.

The others were getting down too and the piled into the kitchen. There were quiet murmurs of good mornings and a grunt from Jason.

" I miss (Y/N). " Dick said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

" Me too. " Tim chimed in, already having a cup of coffee in hands.

Jason just sighed quietly, not in the mood to talk. He was never and never will be a morning person. " Where is he anyway father? "

" Egypt. " Bruce answered shortly, sipping more of his coffee. Damian just nodded, rubbing his eyes too. He yawned behind his hand, thanking Alfred for bringing him the food.

" Good morning. "

Four heads whipped to look at the entrance door, all various stages of shock. Dick leapt from his chair, embracing his brother tightly. Jason followed after blinking a few times and Tim and Damian nearly trampled over one another to embrace their brother.

(Y/N) smiled, trying to breathe.

" I love you both, but you kind of need to let me go. " (Y/N) wheezed out and they did let him go, sitting back down at their spots.

" When did you come back? " Damian asked, pouring him some coffee.

" You were going on patrol on at the time. " (Y/N) explained and everyone but Alfred looked at Bruce.

" I wanted to surprise you all. " Bruce just explained and there were a few huffs heard. He chuckled at the displeasure of not knowing where their brother is.

" And what did you find? " Jason asked and (Y/N) started talking. Bruce hid his smile behind his mug. He knew that it would be like this for another few weeks before (Y/N) goes on another adventure.

" Wow. And Bruce brought you here without telling us. " Jason said, giving Bruce a mock glare.

" He was exhausted and he needed his sleep. " Bruce explained himself and Jason just shook his head.

" Does it really matter? It's a nice surprise. " Alfred chimed in and Jason had to agree. It was nice to see his brother.

" Where do you think you are going next? " Tim asked and (Y/N) tilted his head in thought.

" I don't know. Maybe find the Arc of the Covenant or something like that. " Everyone laughed at that and (Y/N) with them. Maybe he should embark on such religious adventure. Especially in regard to the Catholic Church. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to find that Arc.

" Maybe you should. " Jason noted.

" Maybe I will and go down in history as the person who found the Arc of the Covenant. " (Y/N) laughed as he drank his coffee. Maybe he should.

" And then we can claim more fame. " Tim joked, sending the table into an another wave of laughter.

(Y/N)'s mask itched on his face as he walked with Bruce through the Zeta tube. He only wore when he was needed for the Justice League as an expert on ancient artefacts. They had an expert on magical artifacts and then they had (Y/N).

Bruce wanted to protect (Y/N)'s identity since they had new heroes coming to the League. (Y/N) sighed quietly, adjusting the mask. He just wanted to rip this mask off, but he couldn't due to Bruce.

" Just an hour or so and then you can go home. " Bruce said, not ever looking back as they walked through the halls to the conference room. Apparently they had some rumors about the power that the Holy Lance has.

The Lance also had some blood of Jesus Christ when he was crucified and according to some magic wielders there is also mind control in the mix too.

It was something that the Justice League wanted to have, to safe keep, away from the League of Light, considering that if it fell into wrong hands, there would be a lot of chaos and terror from the Light.

(Y/N) has heard of it and has heard it's legend, but there were already lances claiming to be the holy one, so he didn't really bother with searching one. Apparently there is one under the St. Peter's Basilica and there is one in Vienna too.

(Y/N) shook his head as he saw Superman and Wonder Woman. The trio exchanged hugs and some kisses, at least on Wonder Woman's side. (Y/N) was considered a nephew and that meant that they worried for him when he was away on his adventures.

When ever (Y/N) was out on his adventures, Superman listened intently. Clark told (Y/N) a few years back that if he was ever in trouble that didn't seem like he could get out of, call.

It has only happened once and not even Bruce knows about. (Y/N) didn't want to worry him.

" Oh my dear nephew, where have you been? " She asked, leading him to the conference room, leaving the two men behind. Wonder Woman loved (Y/N) a lot and she often complained that she wasn't seeing him enough, but she knew that going on adventures is his pure passion.

She is not going to take that away from him. She is not evil.

The two fell into a nice conversation, sitting next to each other. Bruce and Clark stepped in, along side Hal, Victor, Barry and Arthur. They also got visibly excited at the sight of their rarely seen bat kid. There were pats on the back and some side hugs.

" Okay, now that we have all gathered here, we can start. " Batman said and everyone grumbled.

" We see this kid rarely as it is and you want to work? You are cruel. " Green Lantern grumbled, Flash nodding in agreement. Cyborg and Aquaman agreed, but they didn't voice it.

" This is an important meeting for an important mission. We have no time to waste. "

(Y/N) suppressed a chuckle. To him, his father was always funny when he was trying to sound so strict and scary. (Y/N) knew early on that Batman and Bruce Wayne are two different people. And when you live with him long enough, it becomes funny.

" Now, what we are looking for is this lance. " Bruce said, pressing a few buttons to show a picture on the screen. " It's supposedly a lance that was used to stab Jesus Christ during his crucifixion. It's supposed to have some blood of Jesus on it. But the reason why we are looking for it's because it has a power. Mind control. " Bruce paused, nodding to (Y/N).

" There are about 3 lances claiming to be the Holy Lance. One is Rome, on is in Krakow and the other one is in Vienna. But there is no proof that they are the real deal. The information that I have says that it could be found in Armenia. Fun fact, Hitler was obsessed with it. " (Y/N) said, tapping on the screen. It's a photograph of a cave.

" Now, this is the place where it's supposed to be, but it's not confirmed. With the help of my dad, we intercepted intel from Matthias Vogel. He is a treasure hunter and a leader of mercenaries. They haven't confirmed it yet, but I did. I talked to my sources and friends and I have confirmed it. Do you have an idea what the cave is?" (Y/N) asked, shifting in his chair.

" The tomb of Jesus. " Superman chimed in.

" You are correct. He is officially buried in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, but the body can't be traced back to Jesus. The Church was built near the crucifixion site, according to the Bible. " (Y/N) finished and everyone else was shocked at the knowledge that (Y/N) showed. Holy shit.

" Wow. " Flash said, making (Y/N) chuckle.

" Yeah, I know. " (Y/N) said and Bruce had to suppress a smile. (Y/N) was his boy.

" We are going first thing tomorrow. " Batman announced and the meeting was over. The father son duo looked at each. Bruce knew that Vogel is (Y/N)'s enemy and that worried him. (Y/N) is a skilled person, but this is something that Bruce would never take lightly.

(Y/N) was trained very well and he managed to take Deathstroke once, but Vogel nearly killed (Y/N) once. That was the time that Bruce doesn't know about Superman's help. (Y/N) came home a bit wrecked, but he did tell Bruce that Vogel has tried to kill him. He didn't know about Superman's help and (Y/N) lied to Bruce about the extent of his injuries.

Everyone left Bruce and (Y/N) alone and (Y/N) walked up to Bruce who was still sitting down.

" We have to bring Robin. " (Y/N) said quietly, leaning down to hug Bruce. He knew that his dad was angry about the near death experience and Bruce gave him a hug.

" We will. I'm more concerned about Vogel. If Robin finds out about him, he is going to kill him. " Bruce replied, just as quietly. He didn't want to think about it.

He was just happy to have his son alive and well.

The flight to Armenia went through without a hitch. It was easy and the ride to the cave, where Jesus is supposed to be buried. Matthias Vogel was nowhere to be seen and (Y/N) wanted to keep it that way. Damian sat down next to (Y/N) in the car and he could understand how freeing this is.

Thankfully, they went in the autumn, when the weather is was just perfect. Not to hot and not to cold. Damian already made a note to ask (Y/N) to join in on one adventure.

" Here it is. " (Y/N) announced, looking through the sunglasses. Damian and (Y/N) jumped out, walking towards it. Batman and the others followed close behind. Hal made some light with his ring and Cyborg analyzed it with his vision.

" It seems to be going deeper. If we move the big rock, then we will be able to get through. " He said, looking around.

Superman quickly moved it and Batman went first. Everything was quiet at first, before (Y/N) heard a familiar voice.

" It's here. It's a shame that (Y/N) isn't here. " Matthias Vogel said and (Y/N) froze. Flash took them all out. They were knocked out within a second.

They didn't see them coming.

" Okay, lets take the lance and go. This is one of the easier missions we have ever had. I don't want to mess it up. " Robin said and (Y/N) took the Lance.

(Y/N) still felt uneasy at the voice of Mathias Vogel. He didn't want to know what the sentence meant and he didn't want to guess. He woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air.

He felt scared for the first time in a year. He stood up on shaky legs as he went to Bruce's room. He tried to breath normally, but he couldn't.

The nightmare took everything out of him as he opened the door quietly. Bruce lifted his head up, opening his eyes. (Y/N) didn't have to say anything, he just lifted the covers up.

(Y/N) closed the door behind himself, before crawling under them. Bruce wrapped him up in the warm covers, bringing him closer to him. He gave him a kiss on the head before (Y/N) buried his head into Bruce's chest.

" Nothing will happen to you. " Bruce said quietly in the dark, as if he knew what has scared (Y/N).

(Y/N) teared up a little and Bruce embraced him tightly. (Y/N) closed his eyes once more as he tried sleep.

(Y/N) and Bruce fell asleep, (Y/N) feeling safe in his father's arms.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader

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No pressure, but I can't stop wondering about what happens in the Secretary AU when Bruce needs to travel for work--does he take Jason, having him act as his PA, or does Bruce go insane while tasking someone to look after him in Gotham while he's gone? And if he DOES tag along, what happens with Damian?

Oh! This is such an interesting idea to ponder. It's not something I'd considered before, but let's explore all the options!

In which Jason goes with Bruce:

It's 10% business, 90% Bruce wants to take Jason to all the places Jason never got to see before, but had always made passing comments about

Bruce wants to give Jason the world. Whatever tries to get between him and that dream will rue the day.

Only that 'whatever' is Damian. The boy that Jason cares for and works his schedule around.

Cue Bruce stewing as he plots on how to pawn off the child so that Bruce can have his babygirl Jason for a few days. Bruce will make this venture happen. Where there's a will, there's a way, and his will is unyielding.

Just as unyielding: Damian

Their first (unbeknownst to them) father-son meeting would be a standoff over Jason and it sets the tone of their future together so well ahahaha. Just Damian hating Bruce on principle for taking Jason away from him. And Bruce relenting because 'he's the adult,' and assuring Damian that he'll take care of Jason while they're away. And Damian clicks his tongue at him, scowling the meanest scowl and Bruce's eye twitches because what a little brat. But also? Those are Jason's habits through and through, damn it. How endearing.

More endearing is how Jason kneels down with Damian and chides him even as he offers sweet comforts. Touches fleeting because Jason is fretting over this boy. It's sweet. Gentle in a way Jason always was at heart and still so clearly is.

('Don't be mean to my boss, it's not his fault. Once we finish working I'll be back. I'll bring a souvenir, huh?' To which Alfred would give Bruce a look, because this 'business' isn't particularly pressing. It's entirely fabricated, one might say. Bruce.)

Jason parting with a press of their foreheads and an earnest request for Damian to mind Mr. Pennyworth and that Jason will come back to him as soon as he can. ;3;

And yes, Alfred is thriving because finally he gets to spend time with his grandson (though at this point no one would know just how true that sentiment is lol)

Damian? Not so much. But he plays it tough for Jason even if his face is pinched and his eyes are glassy and ahhhhhhh little baby sniffles that breaks Jason's heart because he's a parent walking away from their kid for the first time fffffffffff

Anyway, Bruce and Jason get as far as sitting in the car, parked in the driveway. Because Bruce can't in good faith drive off while Jason looks so distraught. There's something more going on than simple anxiety of leaving a child for some days, so with a rare show of compassion and grace, Bruce waits

And Jason gets embarrassed because he's worked up. All anxiety and uncertainty and not wanting to go but knowing he has to. Shaking hands and short breaths. Scrubbing his eyes in frustration before laughing pitifully and apologizing because it's stupid.

But it's not. Not if it's upsetting his boy so much. And Bruce has learned this from his mistakes before, so: 'Talk to me.'

Cue: amnesia reveal!!

Jason admits that for him, there's nothing before Damian. So to leave him is to leave behind the only comfort and security he's ever known. ;3;

And it breaks Bruce's heart because oh. To have tried to force Jason to walk away from something so important when his boy isn't ready. Obviously there's something there to talk about, but Bruce won't push. Not when even this was given in desperation.

Heartstrings tugged, Bruce leaves the car without a word

And Jason hits his head against the back rest and contemplates how he just got himself fired for being a hot mess

Only then Bruce returns with Alfred and Damian because they'll all go together, how about that? ;U;

Extra to the above:

When Bruce tries to force Jason's hand and Jason protests because he has an actual child that he can't leave, Bruce proposes that Alfred look after him. Which, damn. Jason has no argument for that; not really. Still, he has to float it by his other employer first!

Which Bruce is eager to speak with them. Put him on the phone if that will help. To which Jason snickers and snarks that there's no way Bruce could charm this lady. Nor buy her out. Jason's got this, chill.

(Meanwhile, Jason. Secretly hoping Talia will say no and being OTL when she agrees. Because little does Jason know that Talia is very charmed by Bruce lol).

Also, something with Bruce making guilty eye contact with Tim from across the office after Bruce unintentionally manipulates Jason into attending a 'business trip' with him when Bruce's attempts at vacationing goes rebuffed.

Just the deadpan judgment in Tim's eyes and the way Bruce would OTL because he knows, go away.

Bruce got flustered and panicked when it looked like Jason was about to turn him down, okay??

Also, Tim grumbling under his breath about Bruce and his HR violations and being the greatest HR risk to ever grace corporate America.

The other route, where Bruce goes and Jason stays:

Hands down, Tim is responsible for watching over Jason

Dick isn't allowed within a mile radius of him

Don't think Batman won't call in a favor to get back to Gotham the moment Dick pings past Bruce's stupid security. He's watching.

Pffft, the way Superman would ??? because it's not like Bruce to call for him? Especially for something so...trivial?

Only there's nothing trivial about Dick and his shenanigans, Clark. His babygirl's virtue is not trivial, CLark. D:<

But also Bruce overlooking the glaring error of his ways because Tim is essentially with Jason 24/7 between WE and staking patrol outside of Jason’s apartment ahahaha

Bruce seriously comes back and all of a sudden everything between these two is electrically charged and he’d brood over it so hard, forever stewing behind the steeple of his hands because ffs

One more bit with brotherly shenanigans bonding ft dickjay and timjay:

Where Tim and Jason have playful bants while the boss is away

Tim leaning against the doorframe of Bruce’s office to chat at Jason since Bruce had Jason’s desk moved as close as possible without actually being in Bruce’s office lolol

Or Tim leaning over Jason from behind as they review some correspondence that needs to go out

And Jason sitting on Tim’s desk to make sure he eats the food Jason brought him

Tim being all sorts of pleased and relieved because Jason acts as his PA since Tim takes over all of Bruce’s work while he’s out of office and wwwwww lighthearted flirts about poaching Jason for himself

A fireable offense, surely, given Bruce is Bruce

But yeah. Just timjay having a chill time together and it’s sweet. //u///

As for dickjay—

While the bat is away the robin will play, as it goes

So Dick keeps up with his usual visits of course. But one day he shows up incognito, dressed so smart and dashing for business. Slacks and a button down and hair done, looking good and feeling cheeky lol

And Jason freezes up because omg

Corporate kink awakened?

Jason, rosy cheeked and trying not to stare but very much 👀, tongue tied and too warm under the collar telling Dick that he looks nice

And Dick laughs a bit under his breath and tells Jason he looks nice, too ;////;

The occasion? Tim taking them out to a nice lunch at some fancy restaurant ahhhhhhhhh and they send Bruce a pic of all of them on their little date fffffff 💖

Meanwhile Bruce is in some business meeting, very blatantly looking at his phone beneath the table and being equal parts >C (because he’s gonna beat these punkasses off his babygirl with a stick when he gets home) and ;u; because those are his boysssss together at last as they always should have been!!

#secretary au #brujay #timjay #dickjay #jaydick

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pandorasfavorite · 9 months

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Keep my cool

AN: Firstly NO hate to Rhea its all fiction. This is a little cray cray because most people wouldn't fight someone when they are jealous but I WROTE IT OKAY. TW: violence

SONG I used

You don't like it, not one bit. You wouldn't call yourself possessive but protective is a better way to describe it. Sure you and The Judgment Day get along relatively well, you've never had problems with any members of the group. These people were Dominik's friends, family even, but family shouldn't be flirting with him.

Rhea has that small problem, her hands linger too long on his shoulder and she whispers in his ear too often. You dont like to share... you'd never share Dominik with another woman. He's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend not Rhea. Despite Rhea's advances Dominik is clueless to how this may look to everyone else. Even Television thinks they are exclusive, though its not true. Youll ignore it until she ticks you off horribly.

Dominik is sitting by Finn and everyone else is moving to sit by eachother, you walk towards Dominik to sit on the other side of him when Rhea plops down beside him. You inhale shortly and exhale just as quickly trying to control your breathing and to calm down. You cough to bring her attention to you standing in front of her, "Do you care to scoot over? I want to sit next to my boyfriend" I ask less than patient. You think for a moment that this will go smoothly, that for once she will step down and not be so persistent. Everything goes south quickly though when Rhea laughs and lays her arm on Dominiks shoulder, "I like sitting next to Dom Dom though".

Heat is burning throughout your body... you took up wrestling to channel your anger properly but moments like this bring out something uncontrollable. Dominik's face contorts at the conversation and how Rhea laughed at you, he's beyond confused why his girlfriend and friend are fighting. You take another short breath focusing on the stinging in your palm, from how tight your fists are wound together. You only stare at her for a moment before she leans over to a unexpecting Dominik and whispers in his ear. Dominik turns to face her quickly obviously astonished by what she said.

You grab her by the shirt straps pulling her up from the couch harshly and you push her backwards with the same amount of force. "You got something to say?" you ask her menacingly raising your eyebrows in question. You had no doubt that Rhea was going to want to fight after you pushed her, actually it was a given that she was going to come towards you full blazing. Dominik flew off the couch watching you push Rhea, FInn and Damian follow suit only observing for a moment to see how far this will go. Rhea steps towards you quickly ready to hit, Dominik moves towards you both but he isn't quick enough to stop the inevitable.

Rhea sends a painful slap across your face making your head turn in the same direction. Dominik feels useless in these moments but nonetheless all the boys get closer to break it up. You are too angry to be mature, you dont share. You take a moment to think of the all times shes whispered in his ear and all the times she complimented him flirty. You whip your head back around the your fist follows suit hitting her across the nose, you use your upper hand to push her to the floor and to straddle her. Rhea groans and tries to roll out from under you, Dominik and Finn are pulling on your back and shoulders to get you off. Your squirming makes it all so much harder for them.

Your anger diminished with every hit you plant onto her and every hit she lands makes your adrenaline so much fuller. Dominik and Finn manage to pull you off of her with curses spewing from their mouths. Damian holds onto Rhea by the shoulders to make sure she doesn't get up and try to start it all again. Your arms are basically behind your back while everyone is processing the fist fight that broke out. You stare at Rhea with blood trickling from your eyebrow and your chest heaving from the workout. "Want to sit by him now?!" you yell at her leaning forward some to get your point across. You can feel Dominik's hand tighten a little, finally understanding the origin of the fight.

Rhea sits up against Damians legs still prideful, "Fuck you" she spits out holding her nose in pain. Damian speaks from behind her "Alright that's enough lets go" he says tugging Rhea up by her armpits. Rhea doesnt really complain she just scoffs and walks out, Finn lets go of your arms when Rhea leaves. Finn sits back down on the couch roughly mutter profanities at the situation and the exhusation of holding such a strong woman back.

Your anger is starting to fade and the dull ache of your knuckles becomes more prominent but its nothing you cant handle. You roll your shoulders back to relax your body even more but Dominik's hands are still on your shoulders holding you still. You turn your head to try and peg the reaction Dominik will have. He looks lost himself, like hes not sure how to react to what happened. He cant decide if he should be angry or extremely turned on... but the latter is really calling his name. He clears his throat before moving his face closer to your ear, "Are you jealous?" he asks breathlessly. You roll your eyes at his constant obliviousness, "If me beating her ass didn't answer that question then I dont know what will", you mutter craning your neck to get a glimpse of him.

You can hear Finn snort from the couch at the ridiculous display he just seen and witness. Finn stands up to leave the room laughing to him shaking his head at Dominik. You manage to break out of Dominiks grip on your shoulders to face him. Your heart stings a little because you can clearly see conflict within Dominiks eyes, he doesn't want to loose anyone he loves. He sighs thinking this was his fault, "Im sorry--". You shush him putting your finger on his lips, you glance down at his lips and he glances down at your hand on him. You remove your finger and you grab his vest pulling his face and lips towards you. You kiss him a few times with a smack, you push your lips against him and he reciprocates pushing down against you.

You move the hair out his face taking a moment to reassure him, "Me and her will talk about it, okay? You're not losing anyone today". Dominik sighs in relief knowing that his girlfriend is in tune with his emotions. He nods and your heart and cheeks warm at his cuteness. Dominik takes his thumb and rubs it over the small cut and bruise lightly, "Does it hurt?" he asks calmly and concerned. You take that same hand in yours and you kiss the back of his hand, "A little. But you should've seen the other guy". You mimicked him from all the times he's gotten hurt. Dominik laughs a little grabbing your chin to pull you to him again, connecting your lips one more time before leaving to smooth things over.

#dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio x reader #wwe nxt #dominik mysterio x you #dominik my bbg

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cocomuffy · 8 months

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I watched Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017) because The Batman (2022) was too long.

7/10

spoilers, obviously. here are my live thoughts:

I THINK ITS A DICKORY MOVIE AND IF IT IS I WILL BE SO HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Kory kissed him to learn English- I'm laughing so hard right now this is hilarious.

if i had watched this movie in 2020 i would have realized i was bi a lot sooner

The coloration of the "Five Years Ago" and "Now" text is messing with my designer heart rn

it's the red nightwing outfit!!!!!! i havent got to see that much. i much prefer the blue bc there's already like seven red batfam members but like i do think it looks stylish because its dick and dick pulls off everything

"Nightwing." "Nightwing." "Dick..!" "oh, yeah?"

OH THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEE

"they're different..." trails off. "like kory will tell you." "noo, you go aheaddd..." "I've been studying them for years--"

I ALREADY LOVE THEM "robin stop complimenting the bad guys"

no they did not just got there (at 9:40)

damian is just such a brat i love him

kicking my feet, squealing, giggling, throwing up BECAUSE SHE HAS HIS NINE AND HE HAS HER SIX--

i took a fifteen minute break to do the math on how old dick and kory are and got 36?!??!?!?!

garfield has no rizz

i just got like... punched in the gut seven times??? "i just miss my son"

it's the fact that damian is like "i approve of your gf" and nightwing's like "okay???"

"You don't have to move a mountain to help people, Terra." - Probably the theme of this movie

i was not ready for the sexual jokes

oh no raven is on the groundddd

how stupid is damain?!?!??!?!?!?!! especially after the part that slade says about lazarus pits?! he has to know that there is no way he can feasibly win this! and terra isn't helping! which means that terra is probably working with slade!!! GUESS WHO CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god this slade and terra stuff is no good

please tell me that we were not about to get a dick and kory makeout scene

oh thank god for damian

oh my god imagine going into your surpise party thinking people are about to kill you :skull:

ugh i dont like this garfield selfie timeskip whatever

and hasn't anyone noticed robin isn't here???

im doing os much calculations rn for no reason at all

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW STARFIRE'S GOT SOMETHING TO SAYYYYYYYYYY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY JUST WANT THE BEST FOR EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

aw. beastboy being supportive

"Do you know why I'm an orphan?" "uhhh... your parents died?"

nooo terra and beast boy kissed absolutely not they are not for each other terra doesn't need any relationships periodddd

aww but bb is really cute after so ig it makes it a lil better

slade shut up this is supposed to be a nice moment

i will never get over dick calling kory babe its too precious i love them so much

i dont trust that gift. i dont trust that.

they're making their moveeeeee- they're taking all the titansss oh noooo

i think that leaves nightwing as the last survivor which is really nerve wracking because i love dick grayson so much??

gar youre so stupid

oh no kory i love you kory please be okayyy

dick just got shot in the chest oh my god, oh my god. screaming crying hyperventilating oh my god oh my god oh my god.

oh i shouldve known he'd be just fine htis is why i love him hes so dependable

OH MY GOD HE JUST RE-SET HIS SHOULDER ON A SUPPORT BEAM HOLY MOLY

"What did you do to Robin?" "I beat the crap out of him for being mouthy."

i have the stupidest sense of humor.

guys i love dick grayson so much and he's the only one left and mmmmm im so ready for this i love dick grayson hes my favorite

ohhh huh terra's getting betrayeeddddd (i never liked terra even though she makes sense she just gives me ickies)

eugh i hate slade he just likes to make sexual references to people that he should not be making those references to i know hes like a predator but it just doesnt make me happy

what is this machine even doing? is it draining their blood? you would need some sort of needle or something? ik that brother blood said something about life? is it draining their life force like some kind of dark crystal jim henson type stuff? what's going on with it? their powers? like... if they wanted nightwing then they weren't going for powers, and they did regular humans first anyway? i dont understand.

woah its the titans against a villian with similar powers!!!!!!!! /j

i like this first pairing of kori and jaime and gar and raven against brother blood and damian and dick against slade bc it feels really personal and also fair.

terra was obivously going to save them all there was no doubt in my mind.

and then teamwork and then they win because of course they do

woah she just shot him like three times that was excessive

oh noooo terraaaaa ( im not sad )

DAMIAN GOT A PUPPY EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT WEONFOIEWFOIBEWOINFOWNEONFEW

"Terra Markov was like a diamond, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

no beast boy dont make me feel for her

i just realized that i think i called "jaime" "hime" for some godforsaken reason i swear to god my ears are stupid.

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final thoughts:

this movie was a bit much for me on sexual innuendos and references, but most of it was plot relevant. i love to see dickory so im good with that. animation was good. characters were good. had to warm up to gar but that's okay.

7/10

#dick grayson #damian wayne #koriand'r #kori anders #terra markov #garfield logan #rachel roth #raven #blue beetle #jamie reyes #nightwing #starfire #beast boy #Teen Titans: the Judas Contract #movie thoughts #movie review

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we could've been

Description: Bruce goes to wedding that isn't his

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 632

"Are you ready, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked as Bruce walked into the foyer of Wayne Manor.

Today was a day full of regrets. Y/N L/N was getting married but not to him. How could he blame her? He pushed her away even when she was determined to stay by his side. She loved him, but he wouldn't allow himself to be honest with her. She did what any young woman would do: she moved on.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Bruce remarked.

He never blamed Y/N for what happened between them. Why would he? He was the one with the fucked up life. He was the one who took an oath to save Gotham. He was the one who refused to acknowledge his love for her. He was the one who drove a wedge in between them. It was his fault.

The short limo ride to the wedding was quiet. Only the distinct sounds of Gotham could be heard through the tinted window. Bruce pondered his thoughts on the last time he saw Y/N. She looked beautiful, even as she was cursing him out. The argument started small but it grew out of control. It wasn't long after that Y/N packed her stuff, said goodbye to the kids, and left.

The wedding was simple for Bruce's taste. If it were his, he'd spoil Y/N with the wedding of her dreams. Giving her everything she ever wanted, all because she'd be his wife. Bruce sat in the back row. Partially due to the easy exit but mostly due to the fact he didn't want to draw attention to himself. It was still Y/N's day, even though he wished that she would be marrying him.

Bruce hated the groom. There wasn't anything wrong with him. At least, there wasn't anything several hours of research on the Justice League servers could find wrong with him. Yet, Bruce hated that man. Maybe it's because he could proudly state his love for Y/N for all the world to see. Or maybe it's because Bruce wanted Y/N with no one but him.

He couldn't be happy for Y/N. He really wanted to but he couldn't find it in him to muster up happiness. Sure, he could put on the famous Wayne charm but Y/N could see right through that. A dashing smile kept people from asking too many questions. The first dance was Bruce's least favorite part of the entire ceremony. He watched you dance the night away in another man's arms. Jealousy and envy didn't begin to cover what Bruce was feeling.

Dancing with Y/N was Bruce's favorite part of the night. He was surprised at first when she asked him. Honestly, he was surprised he even received an invite to the wedding.

"Do you ever think about us?" Bruce asked to break the tension between them as they swayed to a slow song. The world seemed slow around them. At that moment, it was just Bruce and Y/N.

"Of course. Damian keeps reminding me how you are the better option even with all your flaws." Y/N chuckled a bit at the end of her statement. In the dim lights, her eyes twinkled and Bruce smiled. It felt like old times when they were at a gala.

"I want you to know I'm sorry, for everything. I'm glad you're happy. Let me know if you ever need anything. I do mean anything." Bruce may be a man of few words but he made them count.

Bruce spent the rest of the night contemplating everything in his relationship with Y/N. He noted her happiness and his mistakes. He noted that she was always there for him. He noted his failure to see her unhappiness. He noted his inability to apologize. He noted how he was now alone.

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glitterge1pen · 2 years

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Bloody Books

Jason Todd x reader, sfw, fluff?, lots of bar talk, word count 4,339

Generally Jason's rule of thumb was “don't listen to Tim,” so sitting in a bar with his younger brother of his own volition took an exceptional amount of pride to be pushed aside.

Asking Bruce or Alfred didn't seem right. Dick, Roy and Kyle, would just tell him to have more confidence, or something along those lines. Damian was of course out of the question entirely. And telling Duke about his predicament would be easiest, but Jason wasn't sure he’d be able to handle the disappointment if Duke didn't like his work. Which left Tim. Because of their nocturnal schedules meeting places with beverages were limited Tim's favorite twenty four hour cafe, or the bar. Jason choose the bar.

“Isn't this usually reserved for an editor?”

Tim asked, flipping the stapled packet of paper in his hands.

“Yes but,” Jason hadn't planned this far, what was he going to tell Tim exactly? “I can't show it to them yet”

Tim started to scan the pages as he flipped through them, reading in tiny bits. Then he gasped, a joyous smile overtaking his face.

“No way! You wrote this?”

“Yeah? So what?”

Jason tried to ease his defensiveness.

“I can see the articles so clearly, ‘elusive author Peter Redd ventures into a new genre’”

Tim dissolves into a few giggles before stifling himself as he takes in Jason.

“You’re serious about this, huh?”

Jason can only nod. Tim sighs.

“Fine. I’ll read it, give you some feedback, but for now,” Tim clinks their glasses together, “Lets have some fun,”

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You had woken up Jason from hangovers many times. You often teased him that it was the most stereotypical thing he did as a writer. Waking up Jason from a hangover with Tim? That was new. You had banged on Jason's apartment door for several minutes before he unlocked it for you, not bothering to open it himself.

“What do we have here?”

You said upon entering and seeing Tim on the couch, a pillow over his head. Tim lazily lifted his head and flopped back down when he registered it was you.

“He just needed a place to crash,”

Jason said entering the kitchen, popping open the fridge.

“Yeah and I’m sure getting shit faced has nothing to do with that,”

You said, a sly smile on your lips. Jason did not deny this claim. The boys were still in their clothes from the day before, the apartment was rank with booze and sweat, and they weren't bickering. Sure signs of a deadly hangover.

“What was the occasion?”

You ask while sliding onto one of the bar stools Jason has next to the kitchen island. Tim from his position on the couch mumbles something that you don't catch and Jason is quick to tell him to shut up.

“We were just hanging out,”

Jason says, butter and bread in hand as he gets ready to make toast. You hum in a skeptic tone. Not that Jason and Tim didn't hang out, or that it was weird, they were brothers after all, but they had a different set of activities. Tim came over for video game tournaments, when he got in a fight with their dad, to steal leftovers from the fridge, not to get drunk. Now that you thought about it you had only seen Tim drink on a few occasions.

But you dropped the subject because you had bigger concerns.

“You know why I’m here though,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I promise I have something,”

As Jason’s editor you worked with him a lot. With past projects Jaosn was pretty good about updating you, sending you drafts to revise. He was also good at taking your criticism. He listened to your reasoning when you wanted to cut a chapter, when you wanted more dialogue in certain parts, and each mark on his manuscript that you made was appreciated. For the past three months he had given you nothing. Absolutely nothing. The publishing house was at your throat just about every day asking about Jason.

“Are you kidding? You have a whole-”

Tim was cut off by Jason loudly slamming the fridge shut.

“I will send you what I have later,”

“How much later?”

“Later,”

Tim, up and groggy, took the stool next to you.

“I think by later he actually means not soon at all,”

Tim had finally gotten the hint that Jason really really really did not want you to see this latest manuscript of his. Tim couldn't wait to find out why. They all had lives outside of their careers as vigilantes and heroes. Lately Tim had been thinking of his time in the Robin costume as like a really fucked up after school sports team. Outside of the cape Tim breezed through online college, played video games, and stayed up late making silly websites. Jason wrote.

Jason had always liked to read and write but it wasn't until a serious injury that left him bed ridden did he ever put something cohesive together. And it took a lot of convincing from Duke to get him to submit his first manuscript to a publishing house but he had. Under the pen name Peter Redd, Jason had released three books. His last one had broke onto the New York Times Best Sellers list and what was once a simple faucet of his life was becoming more complicated.

He did not host book signings, go to online author conferences, have any social media under the name Peter Redd, he didn't even have a picture of himself on the book jacket. According to several GoodReads reviews he had “an elusive quality like some classic authors” which was a reputation he liked.

It was a reputation that you liked as well. As Jason's editor he had written your name into the acknowledgements section of his books, people flocked to your socials to ask about Jason but you never revealed anything. It was fun to know a man that others thought was mysterious but who to you was the man who asked for double pepperoni on pizza and took out his trash several days late.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it,”

Jason said as he set his two pieces of toast on the counter, he could only let out a disgruntled sigh as you and Tim each took a slice.

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You left Tim and Jason to return to your office. You shared the space with others from the publishing house, Bloody Books, and with each step closer to your desk the little yarn ball of anxiety in you grew. You needed to think of something to say to your supervisor about Jason. There was only so many excuses you could make. Often you reminded your team that Jason was the best selling author that Bloody Books had. But there was a hierarchy and deadlines and people asking when the next Peter Redd book was going to be on the shelves.

You were sure that something else was taking up Jasons time. Lately your late night meet ups with him had dwindled. You didn't spot him at his favorite bar. Just last week he had rejected to come out with you to the bookshops, he had never done that before. You wondered if it was a girl, a boy, maybe he had a dying twin sister he was too sad to tell you about, or maybe he was just tired.

Had something changed between the two of you? Were you just over thinking?

Technically you and Jason were colleagues, coworkers, but it had not stayed that way for long between you. He had been stubborn and nasty when you were brought on as his editor. It wasn't until you snapped at him in anger that he took any sort of liking to you. He had been terrible to email or call or text or even speak to in person. He seemed awfully bitter that he had to work with you at all.

He apologized later on and it was then that you realized he was definitely one of the hard on the outside, soft on the inside type of people. Then again the inside wasn't particularly soft either. When his most recent book broke onto the bestseller list you had rushed to his apartment to tell him the news in person, you expected maybe a joyous hug or high five at least but Jason simply did not believe you until looking it up himself. Later you two went bar hopping, sharing the news loudly and with vigor to each bar you went. But that night ended with you face planting on the stupid cobblestone outside a bar.

He didn't ever swoop you up into his arms, or trace the skin behind your ear, but he did things that made you feel that way. You weren't sure when it had started but sometime within the last several years of working with him there were little instances between you two that drove you crazy.

For your last birthday he had sent flowers to the office and left an edition of your favorite book on your desk. When you complained about the stove at your place breaking, he came over immediately to fix it himself. He never let you pick up a tab or pay for a meal. He made sure you felt welcome in his apartment and tossed blankets over you when you passed out over your laptop. And he would scold you when you stole french fries from his plate at the diner around the block from his apartment, but he actually liked your fingers stealing from him.

You open the door to Bloody Books, wave to Sabrina the receptionist and hid your face from the door of your supervisor's office. Four desks, arranged in a square, was where you sat with the other editors. None of whom were in at the moment so you didn't feel bad about taking up a little extra space, pushing your notebook out all the way to the side. Bloody Books had several main focuses, horror and thriller novels for middle grade fiction all the way to adult fiction. There was also several lines of young adult and adult romance books that featured vampires, werewolves, evil fairies and things of that nature.

You also edited some of the romance novels. It was a nice balance between them and Jason's books. Jason wrote sprawling long thrillers with mysteries, unexpected turns, hints of the supernatural and according to some, were too gory. In several instances you would circle facts, tidbits of Jason's writing that you thought needed to be fact checked, but every time his descriptions would prove correct. He accurately described what it was like to kill someone by taking their arm off with a circular saw, even knew the names of the tendons.

Lots of descriptions like this plagued his writing and when you asked why he gave a simple answer. He had knocked on the door to your place. It was well past midnight, you were taking a final glance through your email inbox. A light drizzle did not deter either of you from taking a stroll to the park. You had to actively stop yourself from looking at the way strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

You two had been sitting together on a park bench. Talking about recent releases and you differing opinions on a particularly gruesome scene from a new crime novel. Jason opposed it and when you reasoned that his own work had similar bloody scenes he feigned hurt.

“Are you kidding! I'd never write something so, so, hacky,”

“You write the same kind of stuff!”

You say with a smile, and he drags his cigarette angrily, blowing the air into your face as you shove him away.

“But I write it right, I have the experience,”

Jason says this with the same carefree grin he always had on during your late night rendezvous. You stared at him in the rain, unsure how to ask him what experience meant. Jason, had decided to ignore his slip up and continue with the conversation. Later when he got home he would flop onto his couch, scream into a throw pillow. He was not supposed to feel that comfortable with you.

You would not think of this moment again until now at your desk. As you tried to find a reason as to why Jason had been so distant with you lately.

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Tim split his time between Titans Tower, the Wayne Manor, and just about anywhere else he pleased. He was like an ally cat in that sense. Tonight he was in the cave leafing through the pages of Jason's latest piece of writing. Him and Dick had run into each other on two separate cases that they now knew were linked so for the past week they'd been meeting at the cave to work on different leads. But Tim had fried his brain looking over suspect files and was now taking a break.

He was reading about the two characters in Jason's book and he recognized the influence of the other Bloody Books authors. Jason must have been reading up on his comrades romance books, Tim knew this because he had as well. Jason had not told anyone but Duke about his escapades into publishing but Tim had seen the name “Peter Redd” and the book title “Gasoline, Birds, and The Holy Matrimony Of The Murder Brothers” he knew it was his own brother who wrote it.

While Tim was reading his frist novel he began to understand it was semi-autobiographical. Tim himself even made an appearance and his eyes watered at the kind, funny, sarcastic descriptions his brother had given him. While not everything was exactly the same, the murder brothers were obvious to Tim to be his own stitched together family. Several stories of their past chopped and sewn together into the book.

So Tim was only half surprised when he began to recognize descriptions of you. You were the protagonist of the book. The plot centered around a heist, you were hired by your main love interest to help curb the supernatural trials on the journey. You were like a magic encyclopedia but had no real magic of your own. At first Tim was rooting for you for this vampire love interest of yours. He had hired you to help steal back a family heirloom of his. But your character was apprehensive to him, you were skeptical of magic and its creatures. It made for a good push and pull between you and the vampire. Right before the second half of the book the second love interest enters and Tim doesn't realize it for fifty seven pages but the second love interest is Jason.

Tim is devouring the pages, and undecided between the two love interests. Your character is entering the lake of a sieren, you need to retrieve water from the nest of the sieren to ward off a spell and all of the sudden the pages are ripped from his hands.

“What's this? You and that big head of yours figure something out?”

Dick’s words follow with the crunching sound of an apple. Tim sputters, reaching out for the papers but Dick had already walked away.

“Wait, seriously what is this?”

Tim’s head hangs in defeat. The one time Jason confides in him and he has to blow the lid on it.

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The town home across the street from yours had a fire escape that lead all the way to the roof. It was here where Jason would scale the building, shed his Red Hood attire into a backpack and debated. He went out just about every night, either to drink, write, or of course hunt down bad guys. But almost every night he had to debate if he should knock on your door.

He could pinpoint the exact moment that simply seeing you had become an internal struggle. Before, what he had dubbed the incident, he went over to see you all the time. At any moment he thought of you he went. You signaled and pulled him in his own mind. You neve seemed to mind his strange hours because you yourself kept strange hours. Which made it so much easier for him to fall into that twisted trap.

The incident was rather simple. The bar had closed but neither of you were ready to go home. You sat on the curb shoulder to shoulder. A particularly bad poetry book had just been released by a rival small press and the two of you were enjoying tearing it apart. You were reading cheesy cliche lines back and forth, in varying voices. He nailed an impression of Bart Simpson that had you hunched over from laughing.

“This stuff is so cheap,”

Jason said skimming through the little book once more.

“Poetry is hard to nail, its hard to write, you have to at least give them props for trying,”

“But its a shitty try,”

“Then you try,”

You say with a smug smile and it is here that Jason is frozen on the concrete because he realizes how close you two are. How the soft orange glow of the streetlight caresses every feature on your face and as he’s trying to formulate a poem all he can think about is you. He stutters there and you laugh again, he feels your breath over his face, boozy warm breath.

“See you can't think of anything!”

Jason snaps away from the memory your voice faint in his head as he takes one last look at your apartment before scaling down the fire escape. He was about to cross the street when the special pager Bruce had designed for him started to go off. He looked at icon flashing across the tiny screen to see the blue emblem of Nightwing. He took out the pager and pressed on the little receiver button. Dicks voice came through like a radio DJ’s, distant but still clear.

“Look who it is!”

“What do you want?”

“Me? Well I’m just with Tim here,” and Jason knows before Dick has finished speaking that he knows. He huffs, slips on his jacket and turns away from your home. You watch him. You had gone to make sure the door was locked before bed only to spot Jason making his way towards your house. Disappointed, you watch as his figure fades away in the night. You try to imagine what could be pulling him away.

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“I can not belive!”

“I know,”

“I asked you to do one thing!”

“He stole it from me!”

Tim points to Dick and his younger brothers try to swipe at the manuscript he had begun reading again. But Dick evades them swiftly.

“Is Tim your new editor?”

Dick asks genuinely interested.

“No!”

Both Tim and Dick stop in their actions, share a glance at each other and then at Jason, who is refusing to face them now. Tim hadn't seen Jason this riled up in a while and was unsure of how to proceed, so he was thankful when Dick took the lead.

“This is nothing to be embarrassed about! This is like really good, its engaging, and it still has your signature fast thriller pace, it makes for good tension in the relationship,”

As Dick is talking Jason feels a touch of relief. His brother thinks he is embarrassed about writing romance, not about writing a romance novel about you and himself. He leans back on the big desk, head still looking down at his feet. He sighed. If he didnt rip the bandaid now it would only get worse.

“You fucking idiot,”

Dick stops in his ramblings about Jason’s writing to listen. Tim is still perched on one of the rolling desk chairs, happily awaiting Jason’s inevitable outburst of emotion. Tim knew his brother, and his brother's temperament was similar to a shaken soda can.

“I don't care that it's a romance book, its that its about, it's about someone,”

“Two someones,”

Tim adds in, holding up his fingers.

“What?” Dick asks and as the words come out it clicks for him. “Oh my god…you wrote….about you?”

“The main character is his editor,”

Tim said each word through a smirk.

“You’re in love with your editor? That makes way more sense,”

Dick says as he starts flipping through the pages again, this time Jason is successful in snatching it back.

“Who’s the vampire?”

Tim asks, hoping he can get it out of Jason.

“It’s their neighbor,”

Jason thought back to the first time you had mentioned your neighbor Jeriamiah. It was before the incident, the problem was that after the incident Jason could not help the pang of jealousy that jabbed at his heart. You had said excitedly that Jeriamiah had come right up to you when you got home. At the time Jason thought nothing of it, even when you called him cute. Now his insides felt like a cup of gelatin being stabbed with a syringe every time he heard the name.

Jeremiah didn't always seem into you though. He would want to come over, then he wouldn't. You brought him food sometimes. But no matter what you did Jerimah did not seem to return this interest to you, despite this you did not stop chasing him. Or talking about how cute he was.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Jason does not know how to answer Tim because he all the sudden feels very stupid. He could do something about it? He is not sure why this had not occurred to him until now.

“Where do you think I should start?”

“You should start with this,”

Dick takes back the manuscript just to smack on the desk. God, Jason hated it when they were right.

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You're intent on keeping your eyes on your computer screen, you had been assigned to take notes during the morning meeting and wanted to finish it before you took your lunch. So you didn't pay attention to the caller id and were a bit shocked to hear Jason’s voice on the line.

“Jason?”

“Yeah, listen I want to talk to you,”

“I do to,”

“Can you meet me for lunch,”

“Yes, but I need to tell you this now,”

Jason feels his chest tighten, unsure of what you could possibly say to him. Your tone was somewhere between desperate and apologetic.

“If I don't say this now I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it out later. I want you to know though, that you don't have to work with me,”

“What?”

But you ignore him and keep talking.

“If me being your editor is what's holding you back from writing right now, then I won't be hurt if you need to work with someone else. We’ve been talking and hanging out less and less lately and I just want you to know that if you need more space from thats okay,”

Oh. He had unintentionally hurt you. His mouth can't seem to choose which words he needs to form first. 'Sorry', or 'I have something you need to look at', or 'I didn't know I was distant'. He settles on calling himself a fucking idiot.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m a fucking idiot. I didn't realize I was kinda avoiding you. But that's why I wanted to talk so come meet me?”

Thirty minutes later you're swinging open the door to the diner you and Jason frequent. The bell above the door rings and Jason looks up at you. You see that he has already ordered your favorite drink for you. You slide in the booth and the gasps that leaves you is loud enough to have the line cooks peek out over the partition to try to see what's happening.

Jason has put a manila envelope onto the table. You know what it is immediately. A manuscript.

“And just how long have you been hiding this?”

Your hands are already grabbing for it but Jason places his hand on yours stopping you. You look up at him quizzically.

“Hold up,”

You can not tell what he’s thinking at all. His face is almost comically expressionless.

“You are really important to me, and I care about you alot, and I've done a lot of stupid things,”

You don't move, only widen your eyes.

“Actually only two things but still stupid. First, I’m incredibly jealous of Jeremiah,”

Now that he had admitted this out loud to you he felt a ripple of relief spread across him. Actually talking to you was quite easy, just like it always was. But what hurt was the outrageous amount of laughter you managed to let.

“Jeremiah?”

“Yes! Are you kidding? You're practically in love with the guy!”

“He’s not a guy! He is a cat!”

Jason’s face gets hot and red and he is trying to stop the hot sticky feeling from spreading over all of him but he can't help it.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You said he was your neighbor?”

“I mean he's my neighbors cat,”

“Thats different, that's so different, this is worse, this is worse than the worst possible outcome,”

“No, no,” you say trying to catch your breath and stifle the last bit of giggle, “I like it,”

Your words are like ice packs being pressed to Jason's burning skin. Neither of you can properly look at each other now but you are silently praising yourself for managing to be so bold.

“So I bet you’ll like this then,”

Jason now slides over the packet to you. Several hours later you will stretch out over your couch to read a book about you. About Jason Todd. And your neighbors cat.

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A/N; Surprisingly I've never done something Jason centric before but he makes his appearance in my Duke centric fic over on ao3. He’s definitely a little more fluffy in this version but hope I did him a little justice. Also like usual I did not know how to end this :p

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #gender neutral reader #dc comics #thanks for sending a request in!#Jason was my fav robin for a while way back in the day #every robin was my fav robin at some point lol

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wonderfultoweird · 2 years

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I've seen some people upset about Bruce Wayne's portrayal in Harley Quinn Animated Series, specifically about S3 ep8 where Harley goes inside Bruce's mind and I just wanted to give my thoughts on it.

I actually really liked the idea about Batman just having to relive his parent's death every moment of his life, and that kind of being why the way he is. It does really paint kind of this awful picture though when it comes to him as a dad and the idea that like, none of the moments he had with his children were important enough to stand out or be his happiest moments. It also kind of seems like all of his love for his children didn't really matter because he just cares about his own parents. While I agree to some extent (like the fact that he didn't even think about resurrecting Jason?? tf is up with that) I also think it's a bit more complicated than that.

In the show he has shown obvious care for at least one son (arguably two since he did make effort for dick to get along with the batfam), as he has a bonding moment with damian after harley accidentally puts him in danger.

As we all know, Bruce's love language is mainly Acts of Service, protecting those he loves, providing for them, training and teaching them. But after this scene Damian is still upset and Bruce goes out of his way to comfort him.

[Because the captioning is awkward I've also put in the scipt here:

Bruce: Damian, I made your favorite.

Damian: You didn't make that. Alfred made that.

B: I made him make it. Are you mad because I had to save you from Joker?

D: No. I'm livid because everyone in Teen Titans is getting a nemesis, except me.

B: I'm gonna say something embarrassing here. I didn't have a nemesis until my late 20s.

D: Don't patronize me, Father. It's unbecoming.

B: It's true. I wasn't ready for one. You want your first nemesis to be special. Someone who you could see being your nemesis for the rest of your life.

D: I suppose you're right, Father.]

I think it isn't that he doesn't love his children or care about them, it's that his memories and his emotions are corrupted by that singular memory, and that when he tries to be happy, to run away, to move on there's that older Bruce who believes he doesn't deserve to be happy, he doesn't deserve to not look.

Like it's quite literally written out for us right there, he can't ever escape his parent's death. Also on top of that I also wanted to point out what Harley says here:

When I first saw this panel my immediate conclusion was that it was because Harley was there, but earlier in the episode it shows that she actually really can't change his memories that much, she can only change one small thing, which was that he didn't have to look.

In this I think that Harley being there has nothing to do with the shooter being there and tainting his memories and everything to do with the fact that bruce is inside another memory, where he isn't constantly rewatching his parents murder.

I believe this is why Bruce's happiest memory can't be with his children or any time after his parents died, because in his mind he is just a scared child rewatching his parent's death over and over. When he tries to live in a world without them the guilt pulls him back to that memory.

I just believe that he does love his children a lot but his own personal happiness with them is hard to think about without feeling guilty about his own parents. Hopefully, Harley will be able to knock some sense into him now that she's his official therapist :)

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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Batfam age reverse AU:

- Damian Al Ghur Wayne is the adoptive son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the biological lost son of Ra's and has the tittle of Batman.

- Duke Thomas is the first Robin [he got the tittle from his adoptive dad (though he does not know his dad isn't his biodad)], becoming Batman partner after impressing Damian by trying to defeat the Riddler by himself at age eleven and almost succeding. He is the first and only exception to the no metas rule (a rule that isn't Batman's in any media, but that it's Gothams in a sense, the city belives in no metas in the batfam and Gotham almost always gets it's way) and was adopted by Damian after his mom was infected by Joker toxin. After having a fight with Damian about his mom possible recuperation he becames his own hero, The Signal. Protecting Gotham at day.

- Cassandra Cain was Damian second kid. She was a child assassin who he rescued and took under his wing, partialy because he knew if not for his sister, Thalia, that would've been his life in the Order of Assassins. She mostly talks by sign language and non-verbal comunication even though she can speak. Her superhero debut was Orphan, but as she started to fell like part of the family it didn't fit her anymore, instead she went by Black Bat. After Steph was shot, Cass used the tittle of Batgirl for a while to honor her best friend (and future gf).

- Tim Drake is the second Robin. A smart little stalker that forced Damian's hand. The two of them didn't had the best relashionship at the start, but it improved a lot with time. He was adopted by Damian and they were very close until Tim was tricked by the Joker and murdered. He came back, but thanks to the Lazarus Pit he was never the same. Becaming the Red Hood, a cold logician who will do anything for what he considers the greater good. He started as a vilan, but since has rekindle his relashiomship with the family and turned into an anti-hero.

- Stephanie Brown was Tim's best friend and acted together with the Batfamily as Batgirl to try to alert Batman against her supervilan father. After Tim's death she temporarily taked the Robin mantle to honor him. While babysitting young Barbara Gordon she was attacked by the Joker and started to use an wellchair, starting Barbara into the path of Batgirl. After that she became the all-seeing Spoiler.

- Jason Tood was the official thrid Robin - though Steph contests the tittle. Damian found him stealing the tires of the Batmobile and couldn't stop being impressed. After a mental debate he decided to let the kid go as Batman and adopt him as Damian, as he wasn't ready for a new Robin after Tim (specially with the added bonus of Stephanie injury). It didn't work. Jason discovered the Batcave and somehow convinced Damian into becoming Robin. Nowdays he goes by Bluejay, choosing to pass the title to Dick and it's the atual leader of the Teen Titans (a tittle he inherited from Duke).

- Dick Grayson was the forth Robin and indiscutibly Damian's favorite. Being playfull, loyal and genuine and loving his family very much. Adopting another child was not what Damian intended when he took Jason and Barbara to a nice nigth in the circus but life had other plans and after the death of the Graysons there was NO WAY Damian was letting the kid with social workers. Besides the Robin mantle seemed to be made for him, the kid had a previous emotional conection to the name and fited the description "ligth to Batman's darknes" in a way only Duke had truly suceeded before. Jason says he gave Dick the name because he wanted to be something more than Batman's sidekick but Damin knows there is a story there. The truth is that Jason was the one that found Dick after he run away looking for the man who killed his parents and after seeing the kid almost get killed he decides that Dick needed Robin more than him.

- Barbara Gordon is the third Batgirl and the daugther of the aways helpfull Comissioner James Gordon. She was aways struck by Batman heroism and had a growing suspicion of his identity, but it was only after Stephanie Brown took a bullet to save her that she decided to confront Damian and promisses to honor Steph by one day becaming a hero. Stephanie gladly gave Barb the tittle of Batgirl.

- Bruce Wayne is the youngest batkid. A clone created by Lex Luthor using both Damian and Thomas Wayne DNA. Bruce is the closest Damian has to a biokid. He was found when the Justice League was investigating Cadmus, based on Superboy remembering a young child. He has problems adapting to normal life, is very shy and works better with Cass. He also acts as Superboy baby brother more than not. While Damian don't think he needs more kids in speedos, Bruce still became Batboy.

#batman #batfamily #age reversal au #total age reversal batfam #batfam #batkids #batfamily au #damian wayne #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown

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batstorm93672 · 1 year

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Damian Wayne was trained by the best, it's common knowledge. He knows that for the past four days, someone has been tailing him. Everywhere he goes, during school, home and patrol. Someone is intently following his steps. No matter how much he puts his abilities to the test to find who this person is, as soon as looks to the person is gone.

"Timothy"

Tim paused on watching Criminal Minds, looking at Damian. "Yeah?"

"I require your assistance, you have great surveillance skills and I wish to use that"

"You want me to teach you?"

Damian sat down and placed a finger over his lips, mouthing "Quiet" Damian leaned closer to Tim and whispered "Someone is following me, I assume it is an assassin. They ellude me and I have not been able to ascertain to who it truly is. Your skills are of value. You have cameras that are hidden in plain sight that you use during some missions. I ask that you place them around my room and the perimeter so that they might be seen. The cameras around the Manor wouldn't be enough, too clunky and easily seen" "I'll help. Why do you think it's an assassin?" "They have been following me in and out of school and home. They know of our job. If I keep a look out while you discreetly set the cameras up. They will not show when I am actively searching. I'm counting on you to hold up on your part"

It was a success, Tim set everything up and ready. He would watch the footage as Damian does regular activities. Hopefully he'll catch who it is.

The person was watching again, Damian kept drawing Titus who slept. Damian feigned ignorance as to not show any signs of watching.

After an hour the presence was gone, Damian went to the cameras and disconnected all the ones Tim placed. Then back into the living room where Tim was on his laptop. "Anything?" "No, no one else was there. No detection whatsoever" "Odd, what could this person be after from me?"

"...do you think you may just be imagining things? Has school been stressing you out?"

"No, my grades and performance is astounding. Why would I have to worry?"

"Is it auditory-"

"No"

Damian shut that idea down quickly.

"I know who watches me due to my illness, this is a different presence"

"What do you propose we do next?"

"We don't do anything. I will find them on my own terms, I thank you for your assistance. It is no longer needed"

"Damian-"

"I said no Timothy... I'm fine and capable to handle this on my own"

"Okay, alright I get it"

Whoever was following him came back, they became sloppy. Damian caught glimpses of the person, they were young from what he could tell.

Damian was having a rough time now, staying up late so he could find the person. It was madness, Tim recruited Jason and Cassandra to assist in telling Damian to sleep and trying to soothe his "nerves" this is not nerves. This is an enemy coming after him.

"Bothersome vermin, whoever you are just show yourself. I tire of this waiting"

Damian saw a dark figure shuffle in the dark. "If you are here to kill me then you better think again"

The figure didn't move and Damian huffed, turning on his bedside lamp, looking to see... a child. Four year old child watching intently.

The child, green eyed and dark complexion. Very similar to himself...

Was Timothy right? This isn't an enemy or assassin. It's me, I've been following myself. This isn't the right one though. This one is before.

Before the horror

Before the killing

Before the death

Before everything that messed up my life!

Damian ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet and feeling the intense gaze that his young self burned into his soul.

"Get out! No! Get out you're not one of them! Only mother and grandfather watch me, not you! Leave me alone!"

The child took a step closer and Damian scrambled back like a caged animal, his back hitting the wall. Shutting his eyes and covering his ears to escape this hell. Damian's heart was racing, the bathroom felt smaller and smaller the longer he stayed in there. Yet his body won't move, won't work.

"Hey, hey, hey. You're having a really bad panic attack"

"It wasn't an enemy, it wasn't an enemy"

"What was it?"

"Me... it's me, before everything. Go away! You're dead, you died and no longer mean anything!"

"Okay. Look at me, can you do that?"

Damian opened his eyes and regretted it, the four year old he thought was down in the Lazarus Pit was right in front of him. Damian shoved the person and threw up in his toilet again. "Dead... dead you died, stay dead. Stay dead. Don't come back, stay dead where you belong. Back in there. You belong in the Pit now stay! Stay there don't come back, you no longer exist you are not me! I was never a child! I grew up faster and far more different! Get away from me this instant!!"

Damian moved away and lied down in the floor, curling in on himself as if to hide from the world.

Mumbling over and over "Stay dead"

#damian wayne #tim drake #mentioned cassandra cain #mentioned jason todd #tw panic attack #tw auditory hallucinations #tw death mention #imagine being followed by the younger version you completely forgot and felt as if you had buried them yourself yet they are here #oh you best be joking if you don't think i'm gonna implement more of four year old damian being a part of what present damian sees #please this kid is going to be haunted by the past of a child he never knew

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 1 year

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After getting sick with a stomach ache on Saturday, getting distracted / lost track of time on Sunday night, and finally getting to play Pokémon Scarlet with my brother (who got Violet) on Monday, which me and my brother have been playing non stop in our free time for past few days... 😵

I have FINALLY watched Spy X Family episode 20...!! 😤 And here's my thoughts:

I really enjoyed it...!! 😁

Saturday's episode covered Mission 29 and did some more anime only stuff, which I very much appreciate...! 😄 In fact, one of my favorite parts of the episode was when Yor imagines taking Anya to her assassin job! 😁

Now I a ready enjoyed this part in manga, but I think that the anime made it EVEN BETTER!! 😆 And though they censored the blood and gore...:

It was still so fun to watch!! 😁

There was one thing that I preferred in the manga over the anime, though... And that was THIS FACE that Anya made:

I mean, they're pretty much the same face... But, I just prefer how the one in the manga looks...! 😌

But, I have to say... THIS FACE was definitely captured PERFECTLY in the anime: 👌

And though this isn't a change in the anime, I wanted to share a change from the manga!

You see, when Mission 29 first released digitally, the woman in the pictures below (whose name I won't reveal) looked completely different...

As you can see, in the first version: Both of her eyes are shown, her top button was undone, she had no earings, and her head looked a lot more narrow... While in the official volume release, she looks the way she does now...!:

Apparently, Tatsuya Endo (the creator of Spy X Family) had a really hard time designing her, but knew that he wanted her to have short, light-colored hair...! 😄 Pretty neat, right...? 👌

Anyway, on to the anime part of the episode:

IT WAS ADORABLE AND FUNNY...!! 😆

I loved seeing Anya give everyone a secret code, especially to Damian and Franky (their parts were my favorite...!!) 😂 Everything about this half of the episode was such a nice addition to the series as whole... 😊

And those were my thoughts on episode 20! Sorry it took so long...! 😅 I will say that I am quite intrigued by the next up in coming episode of the anime... Mainly because it looks as though they're adding another anime only part (which I'm usually fine with), but honestly... I don't know how to feel about that just yet... 🤷

Anyway, I'll see you all in a few days for the anime, and then the manga...! 😊 PEACE! ✌

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family anime #sxf anime #spyxfamily anime #spy x family episode 20 #episode review #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #bond forger #franky franklin #damian desmond #becky blackbell

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hi hi hi yes i got requested to make some hcs for my Little Moon universe and i'd figured i'd commit sharing is caring w the pain so i've come to give them to you <3

non depressing mainly ones:

if alfred wasn't available to help you with your nightmares, bruce was always there instead.

bruce who makes sure that your asleep and no longer crying before he retreats back to his bedroom after you woke him up crying because of one of oyur nightmares

alfred who makes sure to always make your favorites for breakfast every morning, even if it means he has to wake up before the sun has risen to make sure its ready when you wake up

tim who made you the first to see the program he designed for the batcave security protocols because you were like another parent to him

jason who, after becoming a half-vampire bc of the joker, immediately comes to find you and cries in your arms when you do nothing but comfort him

damian who slowly started warming up to you after realizing you wouldn't give up on caring for him

dick who visited you after his first night on patrol vampire hunting with bruce so he could tell you all about it, and was so happy when you did nothing but listen

the ones made for pure angst and anguish:

tim who wanted to come tell you all about this new program he made that he spent days getting little to no sleep for to make, only to remember that you arent around anymore

tim who hoped that your death was just another sleep-deprived hallucination, only to wake up to be reminded that you died by the little funeral card he'd gotten from bruce/alfred

dick who isn't quite as sarcastic after your death

dick who just spends a lot of time shuttign himself away inside his bludhaven apartment, locking himself away from the world to reminisce and just.. sleep

bruce who went digging around in the back of your closet to find the teddybear you'd brought to wayne manor the night your parents died, and spends nights holding it to even get some sleep

wayne manor that suddenly seems so much more somber and quiet without your laughter to echo through its halls anymore

alfred who misses having to tell you to go to bed at midnight because you were still awake doing university coursework/preparing documents for your job

damian who starts listening to the music you listened to because he misses the days he'd hear it coming from your bedroom

jason who hasn't had very good sleep since your funeral

jason who sits in the kitchen, staring blankly ahead like his soul isnt even there

alfred who is there in the kitchen, making your favorite desserts because it helps take his mind off the pain

jason who will eat those desserts while he cries

bruce who eventually comes down in the middle of the night, the exact time in the past where you'd wake up from your nightmares and just sits in the kitchen with jason

bruce who will also eat those desserts even though he's never like sweet foods

bruce who eats those desserts just to pretend you made them after he had a hard night

alfred who can't quite make your desserts the same anymore, because he is making them with nothing but pure sadness

alfred who had to hide all your pictures of when you were a child because bruce and the others couldn't even walk in through the manor's front doors without seeing a picture of you somewhere and having a breakdown

alfred who puts those pictures in his room, in a little box so that way he is the only one who has to be reminded of your loss every day. to be reminded every hour, every minute, every second

jason who likes to sit in the kitchen at the times you used to be awake making something random, only to find alfred there now too

jason who will ask alfred for stories about you from when you were younger

alfred who will gladly tell jason those stories because it helps him smile, even just a little bit

jason who one night while alfred was making your favorite desserts in the kitchen what your last words were

alfred who immediately freezes

jason who demands for alfred to tell him after alfred starts trying to say he doesnt want to know

alfred who finally gives in and tells him after jason tells him its an order

jason who gets so enraged after hearing your last words were "i'm sorry, alfy, i'm sorry" that he screams at alfred n trashes his bedroom

alfred who sits there and takes it

hope you enjoyed! make sure to hydrate, eat, n sleep well!!!

-ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

MY LITTLE BEAR those first ones are so fucking cuteeee. but those second ones 😭😭 I’m bawling. my heart hurts argggg how can u do this to me (I love it)

#so good tho ml #like every time I see ur work I’m like 🤯#my little bear is talented #. ( mail )

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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Thoughts on soulmate au’s?

YESSSSS 💯💯💯😩😩😩🔥🔥🔥💖💖💖💖!!!!! 100% yes i love the soulmate au's especially if they're riddled with angst and end without a person together!!

i don't typically go for the 'misunderstanding' because that's a razor thin edge to walk between being really good or being comically humiliating for everyone involved.

one thing i love, especially in relation to tim, is how in a soulmate au it would definitly not be straightforward with ANY of the ships:

brutim: he's so much older than tim, he's tim's mentor, and he's just lost his son (jason). i think bruce would be almost angry at his soulmate finally presenting themselves after three decades only for them to appear at probably one of the lowest periods of his life. he definitly wouldn't be in a place to accept tim, and tim wanting to respect his wishes would see that and believe that despite them being soulmates bruce didn't want him. it'd be absolutely ripe with angst too because tim would have a front row seat to seeing bruce continue relations with selina, dance around that whole thing with talia, damian appearing and bruce showing some of the support and love he never showed tim even just as his mentor. jason beating him severely and bruce not even asking how comfortable tim would be being around him, he just welcomed him into the fold. every birthday tim had in the manor was celebrated by alfred (i think of that one comic panel where alfred brought down a cake with lit candles and told tim to make a wish, the smoke got into where bruce was analyzing a sample and he panicked saying something like 'not here! you'll ruin the analysis' and alfred got very annoyed with him).

when bruce was finally in a place where he could process and accept tim was his soulmate (after being rescued from being lost in time due to tim's hardwork) tim has grown a bit...distant. he's realized he's put through all this effort and while he does love bruce and care for him, bruce would likely not do what tim did for him. time maintaining a somewhat distant and professional relationship with bruce when bruce is finally ready to move to something closer and more emotional but now its tim who's not ready and doesn't want to!!!

dicktim: similar but i think he'd be more stuck on tim's age. despite how dick is, i don't think he's a good communicator just like bruce so him saying something like 'this isn't really right or appropriate we're on different levels right now and i think this has to wait' doesn't really happen. so tim sees dick go off with barbara, with kori, with whoever and no one says anything about it. they all tease or are happy for dick and its seems like they're saying that tim should be too. like dick nearly marries kori at one point and still tim is supposed to act...some way. it's not like people don't know they're not soulmates. unintentional or not, dick does treat tim like his backup, his second choice for a partner because he's nice to tim and friendly he treats him like a "brother" but that's it. he never tries to develop deeper feelings for tim even though he knows tim is more invested in him. it's unintentionally cruel on dick's part and him taking away robin is the last straw because he says tim is his equal now but hasn't treated him as such at all. so same situation as before where tim has begun to close off, or only allowing their relationship to be what the other person had intended the whole time.

jaytim: jason being angry about being replaced by tim, i feel he'd be furious at first that tim took his spot as robin, as bruce's son, and as his soulmate. he's definitely not thinking rationally and i think he'd probably have a hard time with admitting that he was in the wrong because part of him doesn't feel like he was.

in tim's eyes he's bound to an asshole, in canon i don't believe he ever truly forgave or even liked jason at all (except new 52) and i feel like it would be the same case here. there's a lot of unease between the two of them not easily resolved and if it's going to be it needs to come from jason's end. to them it would have to come to a decision where they break the bond and serperate completely, going their own ways or they try to make it work. jason opts for the former and so does tim. so they do that. they're "free".

jason's free...so then why does he feel like half of him is gone. turns out there's serious mental and physical backlashes to full on rejecting your soulmate, not your soulmate dying, rejecting them. tim is also not having a good time, but the peace of mind that he's not bound to jason is enough for him to endure it. ----i haven't fully fleshed this one iut but i definitely think there'd be a spark or moment of realization for jason where he has this horrible moment where he's just like willis, hurting his soulmate and getting away with it because it was his soulmate.----

damitim: holds similarities to jason where there's a lot of one-sided antagonism. damian is young and has been told one thing all his life about tim and it was that he was the enemy. i think it'd be hard for him to see him as anything but that for awhole but as damian unlearns and grows there would be potential there; but only if things weren't pushed too far. soulmate damian knowing they're soulmates would definitly push a lot of buttons on purpose like taunting tim about how he'll never love him or how tim is fated to serve him or something. the family, i feel would step in and disapprove but they'd be limited in what they could do because it's a situation between soulmates which in a universe that had them i feel like there'd be an etiquette towards them- mainly that others don't get between arguments between soulmates. so harsh feelings but potential for resolution id damian can develop enough and not cross lines

but YESSS to soulmate au's but most especially to angst filled ones!!!!!!

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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