#I’m loving the Wayne x Robin friendship that’s happening here
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If I Should Stay
More housekeeping! I was wrong about the date last time. My hiatus isn’t starting on the 15th; it’s starting on the 13th, possibly a bit earlier. But I’ll see y’all a little less than a month after that!
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“Vecna’s got my sister,” Steve whispers into the line, and Robin knows immediately that this time, this next fight with Vecna, is going to be very different.
She’s not going to let two of his atoms touch after what he’s done.
“Okay,” she answers, mind going a million miles an hour. “We know how to fix this, Steve, but you need to focus. Can you focus?”
He takes a deep breath. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah, I can focus.”
“Okay. We need her favorite song.”
“I don’t know her favorite song.”
“Then you need to find someone who does.”
The line is silent for a minute, then Steve gasps. “Cassidy! She’d know.”
“Okay, that’s perfect. Call Cassidy, ask her what Allison’s favorite song is. I’m going to pick up El and we’ll be there as soon as we can, okay?”
“Okay,” Steve says. “Hurry?”
“As fast as I can,” she promises. “Call Cassidy.”
They hang up, and Robin eyes Wayne, who’s already waiting by the door with his truck keys. “I’m gathering this is an emergency.”
“If it wouldn’t be entirely weird, I would kiss you,” Robin informs him, because she barely has a filter at the best of times, and this is definitely not the best of times.
Thankfully, Wayne just laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says. “Toss your bike in the back and get in. I’ll need directions.”
Robin worries her lip. “Y’know the Wheelers’ place?”
“Karen?”
“Yeah. There first, please.”
Wayne offers her a teasing salute as he puts the car into drive, and Robin suddenly thinks this all might just work out.
The drive to the Wheelers’ is uneventful, and she hops out of the truck and pounds on the door. Karen opens it, and Robin grits her teeth. “Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” she says politely. “Is Nancy home?”
“Oh, yes, of course, come in,” she says, ushering her inside before calling for Nancy.
Robin watches as Nancy makes it halfway downstairs before she sees who’s here. She watches as she goes through all the possibilities. “Hey, Robin, you’re here for the project, right?”
“Yup,” Robin nods. “For, uh. School.”
Nancy blinks. “Right,” she says, casting a glance at her mom, who doesn’t notice. “C’mon up.”
Robin hesitates. “Think we could use the basement?”
Nancy’s eyes flash. “Sure,” she says, and they’re halfway down before she speaks again. “What’s going on?”
“Vecna has Allison. We need El.”
Nancy bites back a curse.
They finally make it down, and El is standing in the middle of the room, waiting for them. “It is time.”
“It is,” Robin nods. “Are you ready?”
Eleven shrugs. “Is anyone?”
Robin gives half a laugh. “I guess not.” She turns to Nancy. “Is there an exit that doesn’t go through the house?”
Nancy nods and leads them out. “I’ll get everyone else,” she says. “Meet you back there as soon as we can. Be safe.”
“You too,” Robin says, grabbing El’s hand and running for Wayne’s truck.
“Where to?” Wayne asks.
“The Harrington place. Will you come inside?”
“All due respect, Robin, but my boy’s in there. There ain’t no way in hell I’m leavin’ him alone.” There’s a slight pause before he says, rather uncomfortably, “Not because I don’t trust you, of course-”
“No, of course not,” Robin waves him off.
“And, uh.” He winks at El. “You’ll have to pardon my French, little lady.”
She giggles at him. “But you weren’t speaking any French!”
Wayne chuckles. “No I wasn’t, and a smart one you are for knowin’ that. No, pardon my French just means excuse my potty mouth.”
El turns to Robin, who says, deadpan, “He means ‘cause he said hell.”
“Oh,” El says, as Wayne splutters but ultimately stays quiet.
Soon enough they’re at the Harrington place, and Wayne barely parks the truck before they’re all running in.
Robin stops him just before they get inside. “Did Eddie explain any of this to you?”
Wayne blinks at her. “No.”
“Shit,” she whispers. “Okay, look, long story short, which I’m kinda really terrible at, like worst person ever, like I can’t tell a short story to save my life-”
“Robin.”
“Right, short story, right. Um, we’ll explain more later, but basically me and Steve are time traveling here from four years in the future because there’s a wizard guy- well he’s not a wizard, actually, it’s Henry Creel, but anyways things happen and he’s got powers and he’s like a wizard and he’s trying to get control of peoples’ heads and kill them. And he’s trying it with Steve’s sister, Allison, right now. So… that’s what we’re about to walk into.”
Wayne sighs. “Is there anythin’ for me to shoot at?”
Robin blinks. “Well, no. Not right now, at least. But later there could be. If you want to be involved.”
“I ain’t lettin’ y’all do this while I sit by and do nothin’. That ain’t how I was raised.”
Robin stares at him for a beat, nods, and together they run inside.
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Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x best friend reader
Summary: Eddie tries to catch a sneak peek of what it is his best friend gets up to when he’s not around. He’s thrown for a loop when he finds out that you’re more than happy to play into his little game.
Warnings: 18+ smut// minors go on and get outta here. Male masturbation, mentions of female nudity, hidden camera, cursing, use of y/n just a little bit but mainly pet names, praise and degrading kink. If I missed anything let me know!
Word count: 4.4k
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A/n: Also, this is my first time writing a fanfic, let alone something with some smut in it. Let me know what you liked & what I can work on but please be nice about it! Thank you guys for the support and I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! P.s. I made the mistake of typing this on the notes app on my phone and just copying it to here so that’s why the spacing is messed up I’m sorry. I’d retype it all but it’s almost 3am for me so I’m gonna have to pass on fixing it for now lmao my b y’all x
It was Friday and you, Robin, and Nancy had all left to go have a girls night out. It wasn’t very often that the three of you had spare time to hang out all together, so when the girls called you last minute saying to hurry and get ready, you didn’t think much of it. You rushed to get dressed after hanging up the phone, throwing clothes all across your room in hopes of finding your favorite pair of jeans and whatever t-shirt you could get your hands on. Having just enough time to put your hair up in a somewhat cute ponytail and slipping your shoes on, you made your way out the door as Nancy and Robin pulled up to your place. You were so excited to hang with the girls again that you didn’t even give a heads up to your best friend, Eddie Munson.
You and Eddie had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Growing up and living across from one another, you two had always been very close. When you were younger, you both would take turns on having a sleepover at one another’s place, and you still do. Having graduated from high school, you moved out of your parents home and into your very own apartment. Eddie still lived with his uncle Wayne since he was still in school and was now in his third year as a senior. Eddie was super excited when you told him you had gotten the apartment and even joked about coming over all the time to annoy you, as if you didn’t see each other almost 24/7 as is. You had laughed it off thinking he was just joking, but he wasn’t. He came over more often than not, which didn’t bother you a bit since you genuinely enjoyed his company, and eventually you just decided to have him a key made so he could come and go as he pleased.
Which brings us to now, Eddie making his way over to your place just like he does any other day. Even though he knew he’d see you tomorrow for your sleepover, he still wanted to hang out with you and just talk about his day. He loved how you would listen to him talk about whatever it was he needed to say, whether it be about school or the newest thing that’s happening in his Hellfire campaign despite you not understanding a word of what he’s talking about. All throughout your lives you’ve always been there for him for whatever he needed. It was one of the many things he loved about you. Your love and support for him is what slowly made him fall for you and here recently he’s been having trouble keeping you off of his mind. The last few years he’s been able to bury those feelings for his best friend, but with all of this extra time you two have been spending together, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out without doing something. He doesn’t want to scare you away or ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings. He doesn’t know if you feel the same way about him and he can’t bare the thought of not having you in his life, even if you remain only best friends. So with that, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and jerks off to you most nights. Is that really the next best thing? No, definitely not. Does he still do it? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Eddie pulls up to your apartment and steps out of his van. He makes his way to your door and reaches for his key to let himself in. It’s quiet, which he finds odd since usually you’d at least have music playing in the background or something.
“Y/N?” He says stepping into the place and closing the door behind him. “Hello? You here?”
He makes his way down the hall to your bedroom only to find it a mess and you not in it. “Huh, that’s weird.” he thinks to himself.
He didn’t expect you to be gone without letting him know first. Not that you have to tell him, but he’s so used to you doing it anyway that it puzzles him that you hadn’t said anything. Maybe you had and he just forgot. With all that’s been going on in his head lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if you did tell him you had plans and he just wasn’t paying attention. He walks further into the room and takes a look around not really knowing what to do. He must’ve just missed you because he notices the candle you always have burning was still melted and had yet to harden back again. He turns to leave and as he does something catches his eye. Right there out in the middle of your floor there it was.. a pair of black lace panties. Eddie instantly blushes when he sees it and can’t help but think about you in them, or the opposite since here they are laying here on the floor. His mind wonders to the thought of you stripping from them while changing before you left. Tossing them off to the side and standing in the same spot he was but nude from at least the waist down. Eddie would give anything, do anything to be able to see you like that. He wanted it so badly. He needed it. He just didn’t know how exactly he would get it though, until it hit him. He has a camcorder somewhere in his van that Wayne gave to him years ago. He’s never had a reason to use it, but this sure was a damn good one.
He runs to the van and opens up the back. Like a mad man, he starts going through all of the junk he has in there. After a minute or so of searching he starts to get frustrated.
“God damn, where the hell is it? Why do I have so much shit in here?” He curses at himself wishing he didn’t keep things so messy. Finally finding it, he picks it up and smirks. “Aha, gotcha.”
He hurries back inside and into your room. Instantly, he starts to look around for a spot to hide the camcorder. After searching for a bit, he notices a shelf where you had some of your old stuffed animals on display. “Perfect.” He says as he makes his way over to it.
It really is the perfect spot for such a thing. From that angle he’s able to see almost your entire room, apart from the doorway. He doesn’t mind though, thinking there’s no way you would change clothes right in the doorway anyhow, so it wasn’t a big deal if he couldn’t see that part. He doesn’t turn it on just yet. He plans on waiting until he’s here during the sleepover so that the next morning he can grab it and leave before you have a chance to notice it.
Once he has the camera hidden, he makes his way out the apartment for the last time. Getting into his van he can’t help but feel guilty. He knows he shouldn’t be doing such a thing, but the growing bulge beneath his zipper says otherwise. There’s no way you’d know about it, right? He made sure you couldn’t see the camera from any part of your room, or at least he thought he did.
He makes his way back home and as soon as he gets inside he makes a beeline to his room to take care of his situation. Just the thought of him possibly having a chance of seeing you like that for real has him making a mess all over himself. Afterwards, he cleans up and decides to go to the living room to watch tv and have a beer or two. He figures he would just try calling you in a few hours to see if you made it home alright and to see where you went.
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It’s about 10:30 at night before you make it home. The three of you would’ve stayed out later if Robin didn’t have work early in the morning. You make your way inside and take your shoes off at the door. Heading straight for your bedroom, you start to take your hair out of the ponytail. Instantly feeling that sweet sensation of having it down after keeping it pulled up for hours on end. The kind of relief that hurts just a little bit but feels so good at the same time.
You search your drawers to find some pjs to slip into then start to make your way to the bathroom. Just as you’re about to go in there, your phone rings.
“Hello?” You say hesitantly, not expecting anyone to be calling this late.
“Hey, sweetheart, where ya been?”
Eddie. You had forgotten to tell him you were leaving this evening. You felt guilty thinking he must’ve been worried about you not knowing where you went last minute.
“Eddie, I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you but it just slipped my mind. Robin and Nancy called and told me to hurry and get ready so we could have a girls night.”
“There’s no need to be sorry, I promise.” He reassures you. “I’m glad you got to go have fun with them. I know it’s been a while since you last had a girls night. Are you just getting in?”
“Yeah..” you said with a sigh, tired from the night you just had, “I was actually about to get a shower right before you called.”
Eddie has to stop himself from audibly moaning once you said that. He can’t help but think about how if he hadn’t called, you’d be in the shower all hot and steamy. Soap running down your body and between your breasts. Eddie finds himself fumbling over his words like a fool when he tries to speak again.
“Oh- well I-uh - don’t let me keep you waiting.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you’re wanting to hurry and get that over with before you have to go clean up the mess of clothes in your room, right?”
“Oh..” you say feeling slightly embarrassed that he saw the mess you had left in a hurry. “..you saw that?” Usually, you tried to keep things somewhat clean when he came over, not that he would mind because lord knows he shouldn’t be one to judge, you just didn’t want him to see things in such a big mess like that.
“Oh- uh- yeah, I did. I came by to hang out but I must’ve just missed you.” He laughs, “Don’t worry though, I didn’t stay long so whatever you may have laying about in your room, my eyes did not see a thing. Scouts honor.”
You couldn’t help but blush at the suggestive comment he made. The idea of Eddie thinking you’d have anything like that brought a familiar feeling to your core. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve felt like this because of Eddie or something he’s said. You two were very close so it was only a matter of time before one of you caught feelings for the other. What you didn’t know what that he felt the same way about you, as you did him. Yeah, Eddie would flirt with you but he was always the charming type. He was like that with almost everybody. Sure he called you cute pet names, but you just thought it was because of how close you two were. Just something best friends did, right?
“Eddie, first of all, you weren’t a scout, and second of all, even if I did have anything like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t leave it out in the open for just anybody to see.”
“Just anybody?” He said with pretend jealously, “who else has a key to get into your place?”
“You’re the only one, but with that big mouth of yours I’m sure if you did find something, everyone in this town would know about it by morning.”
Eddie gasp. “You’ve wounded me, princess. Truly, you have. I’m glad you think so highly of me to believe I’d stoop so low as to share such personal information with the common folk of this kingdom.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he can be and decided to play into his little game. “If you live to see the morning light, I shall see you then for our annual weekend festivities, but for now I must say goodbye, Sir Munson, for this ass will not wash itself, unfortunately.”
Eddie let out a loud hearty laugh at that statement. “Alright, I guess I’ll let you go take care of that. Goodnight, Y/n.”
“Goodnight, Eddie, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Morning…Right. He’d be coming back over early in the morning so you guys could fix breakfast together to start the day just like you always did. Eddie couldn’t help but get nervous thinking about how far into the future that was. It was 11pm now and he usually comes by around 9am. Ten hours. Anything could happen in that amount of time. What if you found the camcorder? What would you say? What would you do? Would you never speak to him again? He knew he’d never be able to sleep with those questions floating around his mind. So he laid there in bed, wide awake. Ten hours, he reminded to himself, all he had to do was wait ten hours.
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Somehow, Eddie managed to get around 4 hours of sleep that night. He was never one to willingly get up this early, especially on the weekend but for you he’d do just about anything. He got out of bed and took a quick shower to help wake him up some more. Throwing on his usually attire, he makes his way out the door and to his van, deciding against a morning coffee knowing you’d fix some once he got there.
Eddie pulled up to your apartment once again and slowly made his way over to the door. Before he could reach for his key, you opened the door and greeted him in a very enthusiastic manner.
“Good morning, sunshine! Are you ready to get this party started?”
“Y/n, please, you know I can’t get excited about the day without coffee first.”
“I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m best friends with someone’s southern grandpa. My own little personal peepaw.” You joked but it only made him send a glare over to you. He really wasn’t a morning person at all. “I’ve already got a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.”
“You truly are the best…I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says as he walks by you towards the kitchen to pour himself a cup.
You closed the door and followed behind him making your way to the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.. so..” you said as you opened it, “what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles? We could just have cereal if you want that instead.”
“Could we have French toast again?” Eddie asks walking up towards you, coffee in hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time we had it.”
Your back was to Eddie so you hadn’t realized just how close he had gotten. As you turn to face him so you could answer his question, you accidentally bump into him causing him to spill some of his coffee down your shirt.
“Son of a bitch!” You yelled while trying to hurry and pinch your shirt so the coffee wouldn’t burn you.
“Sweetheart, I- I am so sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“No, no, it’s okay” you put your other hand on his shoulder to try and stop him from panicking, “it was my fault anyway I bumped into you. Don’t worry about it, really, it’s not a big deal. And to answer your question, yes we can have French toast again, but we need to get eggs first.”
“Uh- y-yeah sure. I can run and get them real quick.”
“That’s fine with me. While you go do that, I’ll go get a shower and change out of these clothes.” You said as you headed off to the bathroom.
Suddenly Eddie didn’t feel as bad as he did before about the coffee. It was like the universe itself was helping him with his mission. This was it, his one chance. Once he heard you start the shower, he hurries into your room. Making his way over to the camcorder hidden away, he turns it on and presses the record button. “Jesus H. Christ please let this work” he mutters to himself. With that he leaves to make his way to the grocery store and tries to keep his mind busy, thinking of anything other than what’s happening back at the apartment.
Eddie comes back with the eggs and your morning routine is back on track. You fix breakfast together like always and just spend the day hanging out. You didn’t do much during these sleepovers, but you both still enjoyed the quality time together. By the end of the night, you found yourselves cuddled up on the couch watching a few movies you had on hand. You had fallen asleep on Eddie, your back to his chest. He somehow manages to get out from under you without waking you, and he carries you into your room. Laying you down on the bed, he covers you up with the blanket and makes sure you’re still in a deep sleep before he walks over to the shelf with your stuffed animals. He reaches over and turns the camcorder off and forms a mental note to himself to make sure he’s up before you are so he can somehow sneak it back out to his van. Eddie climbs into the bed to lay next to you. Sharing the bed is something you always did even as children growing up so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. While in a deep sleep, you turn over to face Eddie and snuggle right up to him. He wishes you two could stay like this forever and not just on Saturdays when you have sleepovers.
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The next day you both wake up closer to noon rather than super early like before. Of course Eddie didn’t wake up earlier than you, who does he think he is? He’s thankful that you get up and head to the bathroom and as soon as the door closes, Eddie jumps up to grab his camcorder, practically running to his van and back in hopes of not getting caught. When he comes back in, he jumps at the sight of you standing there across the room from him.
“Whatcha doin’ big boy?” You say standing in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.
“I-uh- went for a smoke.”
“With your cigarettes on the table the whole time?”
Shit. Shit shit shit. He was starting to freak out. He had to come up with something quick.
“Not that kind of smoke, princess.”
“Ah, gotcha.” You finished your drink and turned to set the glass in the sink before returning your attention back to Eddie. “So, do you wanna go get something to eat? Lunch at the diner maybe? I’m starving.”
Eddie couldn’t let you in his van knowing what was sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t have time to hide it in the back again and he knew you’d race and beat him to the van if he agrees to go out.
“Uh, no not this time. I- I actually have to leave.”
“Leave? Why?”
“Wayne needs me. Yeah, uh he’s got this thing he’s been working on and he told me the other day that he would need my help today with it so um, I should get going.”
With a confused look on your face you stare at him suspiciously. The longer you take to say something the more he feels like he’s going to have a heart attack right here in the middle of your apartment. Finally, after what feels like forever to him, you say something.
“Yeah, sure, okay.. um, well I guess I’ll see you around then? Call me tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah, yes, of course I will.”
Eddie leaves your place in a hurry and speeds back home. He can’t believe he just did that. The thrill of it all. He gets home and rushes inside. Going straight to his room and setting up the tape to play, he sits on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was already semi hard on the drive home, just thinking about what was waiting for him on that tape.
After a few minutes, he could hear your bedroom door open on the video. It took you a second to come into the frame but when you did, Eddie thought he had died and went to heaven. There you were, in nothing but a towel, water still dripping from your hair and making its way down your body. He starts to palm himself over his jeans making him hiss at the physical touch he so craved.
“Shit.. oh fuck…”
Things had just started and he was already a whimpering mess. A small wet patch forming on his jeans just from what little bit he saw of you. He couldn’t take it any longer, needing to feel more he took his jeans and boxers off. His cock springing up to his stomach as he groaned, finally feeling some relief. He spit in his hand and started stroking himself, gathering up his precum from the head as he watched you walk around your room looking for new clothes to wear.
Once you found an outfit, you laid it on the bed and began to dry yourself off. Your back was to the camcorder as you removed your towel. Your bare ass was on display for Eddie now and he tries his best not the cum at the sight of it.
“Oh god, baby, fuck you’re so beautiful.”
Every once in a while he catches a glimpse of some side boob but he grows impatient wanting to see more. Speeding up his fist, he becomes a blabbering mess as he tries to find his release.
“Shit, oh my god look at you. Just look at you. You’re so god damn beautiful. Fuck, you’re being so good for me, baby. Letting me see you like this? Sticking that ass out for me? God you’re so fucking good. So, so, good.”
He stops for a second to spit some more on his cock and then resumes the same pace he had before. At this point of the video, you had dried off and discarded your towel, but was still standing there fully nude for him.
Throwing his head back, he started to beg even more. “Oh fuck, princess, I’m getting so close. So fucking close.. please turn around for me baby. Please please please, I need to see you. All of you.”
Eddie knew you couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t stop him from saying it. He looks back up at the screen and suddenly, as if you had actually heard him, you turn your head slightly over your shoulder and he swears you were looking straight into the lens of the camcorder. Before he could process what was happening, you spoke.
“Be patient, Eddie, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”
Eddie instantly froze, hand not moving but still holding his cock. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? No, there’s no way you actually said that.
You turned around and Eddie let out a moan. Seeing you fully nude, your cunt on display right in front of him. He wanted to cum so bad. He needed to cum.
You start to feel yourself up looking directly at him. He starts to jerk himself off again at the sight of it all.
“Oh, you’re so dirty. Such a filthy little slut for me. I take back what I said about you being good. You are bad, very bad, sweetheart.”
Eddie could feel himself inching closer to his orgasm with every pump of his fist, his breathing gets heavy as he chases his release.
“Fuck, oh fuck, just like that baby, keep playing with those pretty tits of yours. Shit, oh- oh my god I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. You gonna let me cum all over those tits, hm? Ohhhh shit.”
Just as he’s about to cum he hears a noise come from the video causing him to pause what he’s doing yet again. The sound of your front door opening and suddenly a voice. His voice.
“Princess? I got the eggs! I’m gonna get started on breakfast, okay?”
You call out to him, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be out in a minute!”
You made your way closer to the camcorder and looked directly into it. At this point Eddie knew for sure he had been caught and wasn’t just imagining things.
“Looks like you just cockblocked yourself.. let’s see if you’ll have the guts to finally make a move in person. If not, I guess we’ll just have to wait until next weekend, yeah?”
You turn to go put your clothes on before quickly turning back. “Oh and by the way, next time you want to sneak and record someone, make sure there isn’t a big red light coming from the camera.” And with that you winked and started getting dressed.
Eddie sat there for a second, mouth hanging open in disbelief before quickly putting a pair of sweats on and grabbing his keys. He’ll be damned if he waits a whole week before making a move now after that stunt you just pulled.
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Hello!!! Can i please get an enemies-to-lovers type thingy with Damian and prompts 13 from angst and 10 from neutral? please and thank you!
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Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)
Prompts: Prompt list ⚛︎10- “Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you are.” ᜊ13- “I can take care of myself just fine.”
Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when you’re both hot tempered teenagers who don’t know how to talk to your crush.
Warnings: Mentions of blood and mild swearing
A/n: Ahhh this was so fun to write!!! i had so many ideas i didn’t have enough space for them lmao. this the longest fic i’ve written and it’s also the first one i’ve promoted before posting (here and here) also Masterlist
Word count: 2.2k finally broke past 2k!
Tag list: @battlenix (luv you babe)
Part 2
Love and War (But Mostly War)
Being a superhero can be difficult. It can be even more difficult when your partner is an absolute dick. So for you being a superhero was very difficult.
You didn’t choose to be partners with Robin but as the newest Batgirl you found it came with the job. It turns out Robin was just as unhappy with this predicament as you were.
You tried to be friends with him at first, but after about 2 weeks you realized you weren’t getting anywhere and gave up. After you had “proved your skills” to Damian he stopped complaining about being partnered with you on patrol but he didn’t stop criticizing your every move. His comments led to more than one petty argument.
He was an asshole to you whenever he got the chance but somehow your over romantic heart decided the shit eating grin that he wore whenever he beat you at sparring was very attractive. Once when you got hurt on the field and he had to bandage you up before taking you back to the cave, he seemed worried and it was almost like he cared about your well being.
You remembered taking on 3 thugs and how the last one pulled a knife out of nowhere. He thrust it towards you before you could react and it sliced across your forearm. You knocked him out with a swift kick and turned to see how your partner was doing, almost forgetting about the cut. It wasn’t a terrible wound but the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.
Damian punched the last man, successfully knocking him out before looking over at you. You heard sirens in the distance and he motioned for you to follow him to the roof. You remembered the climb being painful but you didn’t want him to lecture you about being weak so you sucked it up and kept climbing.
When you had reached the roof he was already listening to the police scanner, looking for your next hit. You had walked over to him and sat on the ledge with your back facing the street.
You examined the cut and tried not to make any noise. That’s when Damian looked up and saw your blood covered arm. You were surprised at how quickly he rushed to your side and pulled out a first aid kit.
“When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” He had asked you while wiping off some of the blood.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing. Just a scratch.” You smiled unconvincingly and winced when his gloved hand passed over a particularly painful spot.
“Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you are.” He didn’t stop but he was more gentle after that.
“Oh? What’s this? Could it be the one and only Robin is worried about little old me?” You had exaggerated shock in your voice.
“TT of course not,” He replied stiffly, glaring up at you. “I’d just prefer it if my partner didn’t pass out from blood loss.” You remembered the pain of the cleaning alcohol on the fresh wound. You had hissed slightly at the feeling but sucked in your breath to avoid any further embarrassment.
That was almost 2 weeks ago but the memory was still clear in your mind. Ever since then you noticed Damian checking on you more often. For a short time you thought this was finally the beginning of a possible friendship but eventually brushed it off as him thinking you were weak or something like that.
Today had been pretty shitty to begin with so patrol was pretty much a nightmare. Your bus was late so you didn’t get home on time and then you had a mountain of homework to do. Studying had been pushed to the back burner ever since you had started officially working with Batman so you had fallen a bit behind on schoolwork and it was all catching up to you.
Damian had some intel about a drug deal so you both decided to have a mini stakeout and see who showed up. He told you to be there by 10 but you lost track of time and didn’t end up arriving until well after 10:30. This provoked a very boring lecture about time management that you were definitely not in the mood for.
The drug deal went down as expected and you and Damian jumped in to round up the bad guys. It was going fine until one of them slipped past you and managed to escape.
“Damnit!” You exclaimed as the back door swung shut. “I’ll get him!”
“No don’t!” Damian yelled after you but you didn’t listen. You heard him curse and something that sounded like a batarang hitting a wall before the noises blended together and eventually faded.
The man was fast and you were about a block away from the fight when you finally caught up to him. “Gotcha now, asshole.” You smirked as he was backed into an alleyway with no way out.
He smirked back and knocked on the door next to him. 11 more thugs emerged and you realized just how bad you had messed up. “Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath while backing up ever so slightly.
One of the men spoke up. “Aw what’s the matter little girl? Don’t tell me you’re scared.” He laughed and others joined him. You let him take a few more steps so he was within your range before grabbing a batarang from your belt and throwing it at him.
He was caught by surprise and had to swerve to avoid the sharp tool. This was exactly the reaction you’d hoped for and gave you time to lunge and land a solid hit to his stomach. He fell back into two of the thugs with a grunt. A man a bit more to your left shouted some profanities at you before charging. You dodged and he ran right into a dumpster, effectively knocking him off balance and giving you the opportunity to knock him out.
“2 down, 10 more to go. So who’s next?” You said boldly, despite the odds being very much not in your favor. 3 men launched at you from different angles and you dodged but the move forced you deeper into the alley so there were now 4 men in between you and the exit. “Well shit.” That’s when your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.
“Well shit times 2,” You muttered.
Damian hit harder then normal and you knew it was because you’d run off without him. Usually he’d wait until you got back to the cave to lecture you but today he didn’t seem as patient. “I told you!” Punch. “Not to!” Dodge. “Chase him!” Kick.
“This might come as a shock,” You grabbed an old book from the trash and threw it at someone. “But I don't take orders from you.”
“You don’t take orders from anyone apparently.” He sounded angry. Really angry.
It took about 20 minutes to knock out the rest of the men and tie them to a street lamp. You had alerted the police and could hear sirens in the distance which meant it was time to go. You turned around and saw Damian was already climbing to the rooftop.
“Where are we going now?” You asked once you’d reached the rooftop as well. You were hoping to brawl with a few more thugs before the night was over. Fighting always helped you relieve stress and right now you had a lot of relieving to do.
“We’re going to the cave.” He replied simply walking fast and not stopping to let you catch up.
“Already? It’s only like midnight. I’m sure there’s some more douche bags that need to be caught.” You knew he was mad at you but cutting a patrol short? He’d only ever done that once or twice in extreme situations.
He didn’t respond but instead jumped down off the roof into an alleyway where his motorcycle was waiting. You assumed he’d called it there while he was walking.
“Go back to the cave. I'll meet you there.” He finally spoke, before speeding off and leaving you alone.
You watched his silhouette disappear down the street and let out a loud groan. “Great now I get chewed out for trying to stop the bad guy,” You grumbled. “This is definitely not what i wanted to do tonight.” You called your motorcycle to you and it showed up a minute later. You hoped on and headed to the cave, already trying to think up good arguments for the conversation that you knew was coming.
Once you pulled into the cave you parked your bike. You saw Damian was leaning his back against the medical table and he had his arms crossed over his chest. His mask was off and you could see the anger in his green eyes. Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing nearby but you didn’t pay them much attention. You walked over to Damian who glared at you but didn’t say anything
You’d done the whole “Silently stare each other down until the other person says something” thing a few times but today you didn’t have the patience to try and wait him out. You took off your mask so that your eyes could met his and spoke. “Look, I know you’re a little upset with me-”
“A little upset?” He cut you off, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards you “I’m pissed!” 3 heads from across the room turned towards the brewing fight. “I specifically told you not to chase him.”
“That’s why you ended the patrol?” You asked in disbelief. “Because I did something you didn’t want me to?”
“You ran off on your own. That’s not ok.” He stepped closer again and you were forced to tilt your head up slightly to maintain his gaze.
“You run off on your “Lone wolf” bullshit all the time.” You saw the other boys getting up out of the corner of your eye but still didn’t acknowledge them.
“That’s different.” He seethed with anger and you still couldn’t understand why but at this point it didn’t matter to you. You had bottled up almost all your harsh feelings towards him and it was finally spilling over. All the times he'd sneered at you or told you to give up on being a hero were flooding back and fueling the anger in the pit of your stomach.
“Because you're better than me right? Because you’re the one and only Damian Wayne, son of batman and greatest goddamn Robin to walk the earth!” You raised your voice letting sarcasm steer your words. “You're mad because I don’t take orders from you and your misogynistic ego can’t handle that.”
“I’m mad because I can't trust you!” He shot back, raising his voice to match yours. “We’re supposed to be partners but you’re too stubborn and immature to listen to me. This isn’t just about tonight and you know it. I can’t do what needs to be done if I'm too busy trying to make sure you don't get killed.” There it was again. The ghost of concern buried deep under his tone.
“I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to save me like i’m some damsels in distress.”
“Really? Because I had to save you tonight!” This made you furious. You went to respond but a black and blue gloved hand had already found its way over your mouth. You hadn’t even realized how close you were to Damian until Dick was pushing the two of you apart.
“That’s enough!” Dick exclaimed, sounding very annoyed. “You’re supposed to be a team and instead you two have been at each other’s throats ever since you were paired up.”
“It’s all her fault-” Damian started but was cut off.
“First of all i’m not done yet. Secondly you’re both to blame,” Dick said pointedly. “We’re all sick of your bickering so if you don’t figure out how to get along we’re taking matters into our own hands.” he nodded at Jason and Tim.
Tim was sitting on the table that Damian had been leaning on when you arrived and he, unsurprisingly, had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jason was standing next to Tim with a look of slight amusement.
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“At best,”Jason spoke up. “we get you couples therapy. At worst, we lock you two in a room and take bets on whether you’ll kill each other or work together to escape.”
“That’s not true,”Dick interrupted again. “We’re not taking any bets,” he corrected.
“You’re not but me and Tim already have a pot going. Alfreds in on it and i’m pretty sure bruce wants to join too.” Jason looked at you and winked. “My moneys on you sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes in response and let out a small laugh. “You have a bet on whether or not i’ll kill your brother? That’s the most “i fight criminals in my free time because i can” thing i’ve ever heard.”
A/n: this was getting pretty long so i decided to end it here but maybe if this dose well i’ll do another part (cough they get locked in a room cough cough)
Part 2
#batboys x reader#dc x reader#red robin#writing fanfic#robin x reader#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne supremacy#i love him#this was over 2k wow
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Blushing And Cupcakes
Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader
Dick Grayson/Robin X Mom! Reader
Clark Kent X Sister! Reader
Warnings:non
Words: 1284
Y/N Kent, twin sister of Superman. She is in love with a man whom she once thought she hated. They respected each other, then they began a friendship and now she's beginning to fall for him. Dick aka Robin, totally sees their love for each other and thinks they would be perfect for each other, so does Clark.
I step into the lounge of the watchtower. I walked in and saw a little boy in a uniform, with a mask. He saw me and gasped holding Bruce's leg. So cute!
"it's alright Robin. I thought you wanted to meet, H/N?" he said
I halfway smiled and knelt down
"hi" I said to the shy boy
I held my hand out he shook it
"I'm D-Robin" he said
He let go of my hand and Bruce. He gently smiled as did I
"hi, Robin I've heard a lot about you. I'm, H/N"
He smiled confidently "I have so many questions. Like, can you see my bones right now? Can you fly? Well I already know that, can you read minds? Or hear my hear my heart beat? Oh, can you tell the difference between mine, Superman's and Batman's heart beat?"
"Robin" Bruce said stern
"sorry" he says uncomfortable
I wink at him "it's OK, Robin and yes to all your questions"
"cool!"
I chuckled and stood I see, my brother softly smiling to me. I am never going to hear the end of this. One year later, at my old home in Smallville. In my civilian clothes and wearing my glasses. Visiting with my Ma. I held a cup of tea as did Ma wall we sat on the porch swing.
She touches my wrist "so tell me about your new boyfriend?"
"what boyfriend? You know I'm too busy for any of that nonsense"
"so you're brother was fibbing to your Ma" she questioned with a knowing look
Dammit, I feel my cheeks slightly heat up thinking about Bruce. Ma, began to laugh. I chuckled shaking my head. Ma, squeezed my wrist.
"all a mother wants is her children's happiness.." she touches my cheek "perhaps some grandchildren to"
"Ma!" I exclaimed
She chuckled softly. I hear my brother's Heartbeat! I saw, Clark.
Mom slightly scoffed "oh, there's your brother we were planning to surprise you"
What is he doing here? I haven't seen him in such a long time. He had been off planet for 6 months.
"Clark" I gasped I super-speed hugging his neck
"Y/N" he said
He hugged me I hugged him tight. We parted. He touched my cheek and sighed
"I missed you" he said
"I missed you too"
I softly smile to my older brother.
"I haven't seen you in a while. Let's go talk and catch up" he suggested
"sure" I nodded
We walked through the meadow just like when we were kid's. We stopped by the lake skipping rocks all the way to the other side of the bank.
"I was gone for too long I missed my baby sister" he mumbled
"missed you too"
He skipped a rock across the lake "so tell me about what happened?"
"what are you talking about?" I intrigued
"Bruce, you can't tell me that you haven't seen him today"
"how did you?.. " I was with Bruce helping him on a league mission a few hours ago
"Y/N, I'm not stupid everytime you've been around him your heart is literally racing for hours. Not to mention you're in a lot better mood"
"my heart doesn't race in fact it's very steady" I appalled
I look at him seeing his smirk
I scoff rolling my eyes "oh, whatever what about when you are around, Lois"
He laughed "that's exactly my point" I elbow his gut "ouch! I'll tell Ma!" he said laughing
"I'm so scared" I mocked "which speaking of Ma I don't appreciate you telling her my feelings for Bruce"
"so you do have feelings for him"
I grunted "I'm going to heat blast your ass" he chuckled, putting his arm across me to my shoulder and rubbed my arm leaning me to him. I huffed readjusting my glasses
"I hate you always see through me" I sighed
"I know" he says kissing my head
Later that evening a fundraiser for Wayne enterprise that, Clark and Lois convinced me go to. I made it standing outside wearing my f/c dress. People standing outside. This made me feel even more uncomfortable. I just want to see Bruce and Dick
"hey, Y/N!" I hear Grayson say
I look seeing him he made a funny face. I chuckled sticking my tongue out to the side of my mouth. I saw Bruce! I instantly stopped putting my tongue back in my mouth. I brushed my hair back looking like a fool. Dick, started laughing. I'm going to wash his mouth out with soap!
"H-hi Bruce I uh it's good to see you" I feel my cheeks redding, dammit.
I'm such a stuttering idiot
"hello, Y/N" he says bluntly as always
"Mr Wayne!" I hear a reporter yell
Can I please die right now? That was so humiliating. Bruce, walked off to the sound of a man calling him. Dick walked to me and laughed. I touch his chin and squint my eyes at him
"you just had to go and make me embarrass myself in front of Bruce"
I lower my hand he just grinned
"you know he really loves you" he said with a chuckle
"would you like to spend the evening talking about something enjoyable and not my affection for Bruce"
"so you do love him!"
"alright moving on let's go find something to eat"
Dick held my hand and pulled me inside. I saw the decorations and food on table's. Dick, pulls me to the tower of cupcakes. We both enjoy the cupcakes
"Y/N, do you have any kid's?" Dick asked
I ignored the question and saw he had icing on his lips. I smiled and used a napkin to wipe his face
"well?" he asked
"well what?" I asked chuckling
I wiped all the icing off his face he laughed. I threw the napkin in the trash bin
"do you have any kid's?" he asked again
"no I don't have any kid's what makes you think I have kids" I asked laughing
"nothing you're just very motherly"
"well thank you for the compliment, Dick. I do love kid's" I said
"and Bruce" he added smirking
I sighed "I'm going to have to wash your mouth out with soap you little squirt!" I say
He laughed. As it started getting late Dick and I sat at the chairs by the table playing I spy. Bruce discussing God knows what with other people that were interested
"I spy something" Dick yawned "pink" he said tired
"the cupcake wrapper and you already picked that... I spy someone tired" I said
I looked at my clock on my phone and huffed this thing won't be done for a while. Bruce would probably not like Dick sleeping in here
"hey Dick you want to go for a walk" I asked
His half-open blue eye's look at me. He gently nodded he got up and rubbed his eye's. We went outside I carried him on my back. As I walked he fell asleep. I waited for Bruce wall I stood outside. Finally it was over people started leaving
"Dick!" Bruce yelled
I walked up to him, Bruce saw him he sighed
"thank you for watching him, Y/N"
"my pleasure. I'll help you put him in the car" I said
Bruce didn't respond, I followed him to the car. Bruce took the sleeping boy from my arm's and laid Dick inside and shut the car door
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow" I said softly wishing my heart would steady
He touched my chin and kissed my cheek as I instantly blush bright red. He got in his car and left. I flew high into the sky screaming in joy
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Shit. I Got To Deal With This Bitch (Again).
The third installment of my Adrien x Damian AU.
First: Fuck. I’m Gay.
Second: Damn, You’re Looking Fine.
Well, would you look at that? I’m not dead after all. And this took a while to put together understatement of the fucking century. The reason is because life is a busy little shit the English language will not cooperate. I’m thinking of a scene I want to write and somehow words are lost in translating that into the computer and I end up with a white blank screen in the end.
But moving on to the fic. At first, I was going to have the whole Gabriel-being-put-in-jail and former-friends-thing put as an aftermath because I really wanted to write Marinette and Adrien meeting the Waynes. But I decided to make the aftermath a full-blown fic from @michaelshadow7779′s ideas and extend the trilogy into a four-part series.
This part will be focused on what happened to Liar-la, Ms. Bustier’s class trying to gain back their friendship with Marinette and Adrien, and Gabriel getting a special visit from both Robin and Ladybug.
Again, this is a crack writing where creative liberties were definitely taken.
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Lila Rossi is a fucking bitch and everyone —Like everyone this time— knew it.
Her reputation was now in shambles (she’s now known as that pathological liar or that lying bitch) and Ms. Bustier’s class could only stare at her with hatred and anger —feelings that were once directed at Marinette.
No one entertained her lies anymore. No one really hung out with her anymore. She sat at the back of the class, staring daggers at both Adrien and Marinette all day (just wishing for an akuma that will never appear).
Unfortunately for her, Lila couldn’t transfer out of class and with only 2 more months of the school year left, she couldn’t transfer out of school so she was stuck dealing with the consequences of her actions: being a fucking social outcast.
Because the class was not at all happy with their supposed friend. Tensions ran high during school. Things took a turn for the worse when Ms. Bustier tried to “fix” things in her own way, mentioning how the only reason Lila lied was because of her “disease” and the girl simply wanted to make friends.
Needless to say, the class did not appreciate their teacher making them out to be fools all this time.
It was Alya who ripped her a new one. Césaire definitely has a set of lungs on her. And Adrien would be lying if he didn’t say how utterly satisfying it was to watch.
Karma was a bitch.
Payback was a bitch.
And Adrien was fucking living in the aftermath. He wondered if it was mean (probably but he didn’t care) that he wished he had popcorn right now.
All in all, life returned back to normal.
Well, kind of.
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Unfortunately, with the 2 months left in the school year, Ms. Bustier couldn’t exactly be let go because apparently Mr. Damocles didn’t want to deal with the whole paperwork, trying to find a new teacher to replace her, and dealing with the so-called Akuma class.
That fucker.
So essentially, he left her at the mercy of her unhappy class, saying she will be let go at the end of the school year.
Ms. Bustier was unhappy with the arrangement. The class was unhappy with it too. Probably even more so. Since they still got to deal with Rossi’s bitch ass on a daily basis.
The remaining 2 months of school were spent in a passive-aggressive war. Teacher vs. Students. Where technically the teacher should be respected and they should learn from her but the class was unleashing their collective pettiness.
And Caline Bustier was fucking done with this job. She wanted to go back in time to when she thought being a teacher was a good idea and shake her past self silly. At this point, she was just counting the days until she can leave for good.
“Kim. That’s the third time you slept in class this week. If you don’t pay attention, you won’t pass the test next week.”
“Hold up. I got to ask the certified pathological liar where I put all the fucks I give.”
“Ok. Don’t forget to ask Marinette if you can actually trust her answer.”
It was glorious.
Adrien and Marinette were definitely enjoying the show.
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Marinette put down her sketchbook and stared at Damian for a minute. “You’ve been here for a month and a half already. Are you still doing business for your dad?”
Damian Wayne became a common sight around Françoise Dupont High School and can usually be seen around Adrien and Marinette. After a week of constantly seeing him hang around lunch or in after school activities/clubs, seeing a Wayne soon lost its novelty and people accepted it as the new norm.
“I’m already done with what I need to do at WE’s Paris branch.” He casually plucked flowers from the ground to make a crown for his mon amour who was happily chatting with Luka and Kagami.
“So why are you still here? Don’t you have your own education to finish?”
“My schooling is of no concern. I already earned my diploma a few months ago. It was not at all difficult when I’m already light years ahead of my peers in regards to the dismal educational system my Father forced me to attend."
She raised an unamused eyebrow. “Uh huh. And your family isn’t worried at all about you, a minor, being in a foreign country all by yourself?”
“They know I’m here. I already informed Father that I will be extending my stay here.”
“And he just accepted it? Just like that?”
"I’m responsible enough to handle myself. I surely do not need Batman watching over me. And you don’t need to worry at all. I’ve been away from home for far longer.”
“You’re completely missing the point.”
“On the contrary, I thought I answered the question perfectly.”
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When they weren’t playing a petty war with Bustier, the class was trying to get back into Marinette and Adrien’s good graces by inviting them to everything and trying to include the pair in their lives again. They wanted to be friends with their Everyday Ladybug and Sunshine Child again.
“Want to do homework together?”
“How about a study session?”
“We’re having a sleepover at Juleka’s place, Marinette. We can talk about each other’s love lives like the good old times.”
“Wanna see the new movie that came out, Adrien? I’ll even pay for your favorite snacks.”
“Come on you two. Let’s hang out in the park. We can get Andre’s ice cream too. It’ll be fun.”
Spoiler alert: It don’t work. At all.
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“Hey Marinette, Adrien! Why don’t you sit with us today?” Alya eagerly waved at them from where she was sitting with Nino.
It was a part of a long list of efforts that the class is trying to include the pair in. And it would be nice if it was just to be nice and friendly, you know. Adrien wasn’t going to be outright mean to them even though they fucking deserve it after how they treated the beautiful and kind goddess that was Marinette because Mari asked him to “Play nice, kitty”.
But the class kept trying to slide the whole Liar-la thing under the rug as if it was nothing. As if they didn’t shit all over their good name for a two-faced bitch. As if they had no part in making them feel like outcasts just weeks before. As if they didn’t called them hateful names or gave them scornful glares.
And that’s just fucking wrong. Because it wasn’t nothing. And they weren’t good pals anymore. So stop fucking acting like it.
Adrien was so done with his former friends/classmates. Marinette even more so.
Because apparently, saying “Yeah, We want nothing to do with you anymore.” is not fucking clear enough that the pair wanted nothing to do with their former friends.
Like what the actual fuck.
Luckily, Mari can sense her kitty’s bad mood and quickly laid a hand on his arm and led them to their seats in the middle row since Liar-la took the back and they will be damned if they sit next to her.
Alya was utterly aghast. She and the others were trying their best to have things be back to where they were before. Doesn’t Marinette and Adrien want things to be like they were before? When everyone was friends and they were making happy memories together?
Why won’t they accept their olive branch? They’ll be friends again and everything will be okay just like it was before Lila came.
Let it be known that Alya Césaire was not a patient person. Like at all.
She was fuming (like you could see the smoke coming out of her ears) as she walked up to Marinette’s desk, just bursting at the seams with frustration. “I don’t get it. Why are you so cosy with Adrien instead of us? Did you forget he supported Lila too?
“That was—” Marinette spoke up in defense of her everything-that-actually-matters brother.
But Alya ignored her and bulldozed right over, slamming her hands down on her desk. “Yeah. He changed his mind later on but the point still stands that he was on Lila’s side just like us so why are you willing to be friends with him but not me and Nino? We were best buds.”
“Adrien was friends with Lila unwillingly, unlike you guys. His douchebag of a father wanted him to play nice with that harlot for some reason and he had to go along with it or risk being pulled out of school.”
Alya rolled her eyes (She literally rolled her eyes at that) before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Please. That’s probably a pretty little excuse he gave you be on your good side again. We all know Gabriel will never actually do it.”
“Are you perhaps referring to the man who rejected the idea of a birthday part for his own son or makes Adrien attend constant photo shoots and a crazy schedule to follow that makes it hard for him to hang out with his friends regularly. That Gabriel?”
At that, Alya faltered a bit as she uncrossed her arms.
“Look, Alya. I’m fine with being friendly classmates but I’m not going to be your friend again.”
And Alya —who wanted things to just be okay again and wanted to go back to being Marinette’s best friend, who was tired of days trying to put so much effort into being Marinette’s best gal again only to be rejected every single time— just let whatever came into her mind to slip out of her mouth. She didn’t watch what she said next and in doing so burnt the last bridge she ever had to Marinette.
“Maybe Lila was actually right for once when she said the only reason you’re close to Adrien was to use him to get ahead in the fashion industry.”
Oh shit.
She really done did it now.
It was at this point that Marinette’s infinite patience and kindness snapped. Adrien scooted his chair back a bit to get out of the crossfire. He’s a dumbass kitty but he still has self-preservation.
The grip on her pencil tightened as her eyes narrowed and grew darker, her voice ice cold.
“You were the one who decided we were done being friends, Césaire.”
Alya was taken aback, frozen at the biting harshness Marinette directed at her. Whatever comeback she had died in her throat.
Mari let out a deep breath and her voice was back to neutral. “Look. Maybe someday in the future we can be friends again. But not right now. Please respect my decision.”
And that was the end of that.
Well kind of.
Because the ice queen treatment didn’t deter her at all. Alya still persistently tried to get Marinette to be friends with her again until Nino pulled her away and forced her to stop it with her ridiculous antics which aren’t working.
The rest of their former friends now classmates got the message and left the pair alone. They were friendly and cordial with each other as common courtesy dictate but they had no interaction beyond that. They were nowhere near as close as they once were before Liar-la happened.
Anyway, school went back to normal. Well as normal as it could be with all the recent changes.
Nothing was as it was before.
And Marinette and Adrien were fine with that.
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Mari was hanging out with Aurore and Mireille for the afternoon so Damian and Adrien had Mari’s room all to themselves. They were currently playing video games.
And although the Wayne boy was the perfect gentleman who doesn’t let his hormones rule over common courtesy and a proper courtship, Plagg was there to supervise the lovebirds (with a boatload of cheese to keep him company of course).
He likes to think of himself as laid back and chill who cares deeply about his kittens. And Adrien is a pure innocent little bean.
Don’t get him wrong. He does like Wayne as a person. The kid’s attitude and personality is a fun riot to witness. But the major plus is how it is beyond obvious Wayne adores and cares greatly about Adrien. He is a good boyfriend to his chaotic gay sunshine baby.
But after all the shit and drama that went down with his scumbag of a dad, Plagg was just feeling a tad protective of his kitty.
Just a tad.
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They have been dating for close to a month now. He wonders if they are going to do a one-month anniversary. Is that excessive? Or was that normal? But Adrien still can’t get over how he landed such a hot and amazing guy as a beau.
If only he could go back in time to visit his insecure and confused little self and reassure him that they had game all along.
“Fuck. I lost.”
Dami smirked. “That makes it 7 to 5 in my favor.”
“I don’t care if you’re drop dead gorgeous. I’ll beat your pretty face in the next round.”
Hot-And-Sexy had an amused grin on his face. “I love you too, babe.”
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Marinete and Damian are finally making a plan to get Hawk Moth to answer for his crimes. Needless to say, they have their differences on how to handle Gabriel Agreste.
“I vote to have Hawk Moth taste my blade.”
“We’re not killing Adrien’s dad no matter how much he deserves it.”
“I can get away with it.”
“So can I. But murder is still illegal.”
Naturally, discussing how to confront Gabriel and coming with a good solid plan that satisfies both teenagers took some time.
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Adrien entered Mari’s room, humming a bit as he carried a tray filled with homemade snacks. He perked up seeing his two favorite people in the world getting along so well.
“Hey guys! What are you up to?”
Damian and Marinette glanced at each other for a split second. They didn’t want their Chaton to worry about Hawk Moth so they didn’t share any specifics.
It was Dami who spoke up. “We are discussing the legalities of assassination.”
Mari facepalmed.
Luckily, Adrien was a pure oblivious child. “That’s nice, babe.”
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With all the strange things he’s seen (namely, the Miraculous and getting powers from tiny little talking animals), Gabriel will like to say he shouldn’t be surprised.
But he was.
Luckily, he had enough self-control to not show his surprise in an obvious way, just a raised eyebrow towards the two superheroes standing in the middle of his office.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mademoiselle Ladybug and Monsieur Robin?” Pleasant and neutral.
Ladybug he can kind of understand her presence. He is a supervillain after all. Wait. Maybe ex-supervillain now. Because he hasn’t been doing villain things for a while now since he misplaced Nooroo’s brooch and couldn’t find it no matter how many boxes of unsold Miraculous replicas he went through. And he went through a lot (that is not an understatement). Amazing how much free time he has when he isn’t stalking on the watch for negative feelings.
But what was Robin doing here? He wasn’t aware the Gotham sidekick was in Paris in the first place.
“We are aware of your alter ego, Hawk Moth.”
He sighed internally. This wasn’t going to end well. But he hasn’t gotten this far by bowing down easily.
“Just because I am a genius recluse does not mean I have supervillain tendencies.”
Ladybug was unimpressed as she crossed her arms and stare at him with a deadpan look. “But you do have supervillain tendencies. I have yours and Nathalie’s miraculous who told us all about your plans.”
Huh, no wonder he couldn’t find them.
But anyway, the gig was up. Nooroo and Duusu were very emotional blabbermouths. The main reason why he couldn’t let them out of his sight —besides needing them to transform into bad guys of course.
“Then you know I had a good reason why I became Hawk Moth.”
“To bring your wife back. Yes, I am aware of your ‘master’ plan.”
Maybe he can appeal to their sympathy. After all, heroes got to have empathy, right? “It was for Adrien’s sake to have his family back together.”
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
Because next thing he knew he had a razor sharp sword against his neck. He didn’t even see Robin move.
“Do not speak of his name, you traitor scum.” The Gotham hero growled. “How dare you preach about your son’s happiness when you are the one who have been neglecting him for the past years. Do not say you care for the boy when you never once showed an ounce of love towards him.”
Why is Robin so protective towards Adrien? Do they know each other well?
But Gabriel’s questions were immediately banished to the back of his mind. Because right now, he was righteously fearing for his life. Prison sounded better than death. He glanced towards Ladybug. He knew she, at least, wouldn’t let him die. She was the picture perfect hero after all.
Who was facepalming at the situation. “For the last time, we are not killing Agreste.”
Unfortunately, Robin did not remove the sword. “And as I keep saying, no one will have to know.”
“I will. I am literally standing right here as a witness.”
“You may look away if you are squeamish.”
“...That’s not the problem.” It was time for Ladybug to pull out the big guns. “And if you go through with this, you will make your boyfriend cry and he will no longer want to date you.”
It took a few seconds but Robin eventually lowered the sword and addressed Gabriel. “Do not presume that because you have no received death today that you do not deserve it. The only reason why your guts have not decorated this room is because I do not wish to make my mon amour shed tears for such a despicable man.”
Ladybug spoke up next. “We are going to report you to the authorities. Robin and I have enough evidence to put you away for life.”
To live for another day, Gabriel makes the smart choice of quickly surrendering right then and there.
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“Mon amour, I come bearing both good and bad news.”
Adrien looked at Dami confused. “Okay? What’s the bad news?”
“Your sister have unfortunately stopped my attempt to slay your wicked father.”
Aww.
Adrien’s squishy little heart filled with endearing fondness at how much Hot-And-Sexy cared about him.
“Killing my father isn’t worth going to jail, Dami. I’m sure you can pull off orange but Mari will probably bar me from ever visiting you to teach you a lesson.”
He considered that for a moment. “That is true. Marinette is a frightening terror.”
“She’s the greatest thing to happen to me.”Adrien swooned at his goddess before remembering his boyfriend was with him. “You’re a very close second.”
But Dami was smiling fondly. “I know. I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I will never get in the way between your sibling bond.”
Aww.
He could feel his squishy little heart almost explode from all this sugary cuteness from his vain and egotistical Adonis.
“You’re adorable. So what’s the good news you have for me?”
“Marinette and I have finally dealt with your father. He will answer for his crimes in front of the Parisian authorities and you will not deal with the repercussions of being related to someone as vile as he.”
“Does this mean I don’t have to legally change my name to Dupain-Cheng after all?”
“You’re already one. Not sharing their name does not make you any less of one.”
Adrien beamed, smiling brighter than any sun. He loved being part of the Dupain-Cheng family and it was nice to be acknowledged as one of them.
“Of course. Being a Wayne is an honor too.” Damian said casually as if he was simply talking about the weather. Only the twitch of his fingers belied his nervousness.
Adrien interlocked their fingers together. “You have to buy me a pretty ring first, Mr. Hot-And-Sexy.”
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The next week was kind of crazy to say the least.
Gabriel Agreste was outed as Hawk Moth and Natalie as Mayura to the public. They were promptly put in jail.
For all their contingency plans, Marinette and Damian had nothing to worry about after all. Adrien being a literal sunshine and Paris’ darling model was what saved him from being a pariah and outcast. The public knew that Adrien was the victim here and not part of Hawk Moth’s plans at all (Be serious. Can you imagine Sunshine child actually having an evil streak in him? No? That’s right. Because it is impossible). People were more sympathetic about Adrien having such a douchebag as a father than the possibility that he was evil like said douchebag.
After that whole drama mess, Ladybug and Chat Noir announced their retirement to Paris’ dismay. But eh. Without akumas running around, they can leave Paris’ future to the police (since it’s you know, their job to keep the peace and not teenagers who is still winging it as they kick ass).
Marinette and Adrien just wanted to focus on their future without any other crazy shenanigans.
He already said it before. But it still bears repeating.
Lila Rossi is a bitch.
The only thing Gabriel did right was throw her under the bus when he was caught. He told the police and superheroes how Lila helped him cause akumas with her lies and manipulation. Who knew her destroyed reputation could plummet even further? Understandably, her mother was not at all pleased with her daughter’s antics.
For being a terrorist and an indecent person, Lila was immediately arrested and deported to Italy (and that’s the last they ever heard of her thank everything Mari thinks is holy).
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With the whole Hawkmoth thing out of the way and he didn’t have to worry about his shitty dad ever again, Adrien can now focus on his biggest challenge yet.
School will be over in a few days and summer will be here. Which means: It’s time to finally meet the Waynes.
Oh fuck. He was going to meet the Batfam.
And even though Dami assured him that his family will like him, he was still nervous.
Fuck that. He was absolutely 100% freaking out!
Thank goodness Mari was coming along for the ride.
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Important Milestones (Damian Wayne x reader)
✾ Summary: An intimate look through your and Damian's relationship. Requested! It’s been a hot bit since I wrote for Damian, so I hope this one is good!
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First meeting
Dick was taking Damian to the circus
Add a long conversation and lots of "Yeah, Dami. I'm sure the animals are treated well-- Actually, animals aren't allowed in legal circus anymore. You don't have to worry."
They were watching the show, and Damian couldn’t believe that Grayson was so excited about clowns
Damian excused himself to get some food
Dick asked him to get a hotdog, but Damian will bring him popcorn #beaveg
Thing is, you and Damian arrived the food trunk at the same time
Which leaded to an argument
Y/N: I got here first!
Damian: You are not on the line!
Y/N: Because you almost ran over me!
You two kept going long enough for a worried Dick to show up
How to trust each other
You know when you've never seen a person before, but once you lay your eyes on them, you start seeing their face in every crowd?
That's basically you and Damian
How come you didn't know the idiot from the circus was also the Wayne guy that studied with you?
How he, with Talia and Batman's observation skills, never noticed you walking around Gotham's School and now he always caught a sight of you?
You and Damian quickly fall into a weird routine:
Glare each other during lunch
Rolls your eyes when the others was talking in class
Annoy each other whenever you had the chance
Jon teased him a lot
Talking about Superboy...
He seemed off in the morning and he hadn't showed up for lunch like he always did
Damian decided to look for his best friend
Surprisingly, he found Jon crying in your arms in the middle of the chemistry laboratory
You just looked at Damian and nodded for him to come in
Y/N: His parents had a big fight. I found him here alone and thought I could help. Since you are here, guess I'll go.
Damian: You can stay. I mean, Jon probably could use your emotional assistance.
Damian still finds you annoying (and so do you), but you helped his friend
He trust you... A bit
Recognize your feelings
Damian came to school one day. He is clearly hurt-- he couldn’t even walk straight
Jon remained quiet. He was there when the week's villain throw Damian against a wall as if he was a bag of potatoes
But you don't know about the Robin detail
Besides, you are sort of a trinity with them now
Therefore, you worry
And you ask
And you worry some more
It's been a few weeks since your friendship started. Damian trusts you, he really does, but not enough to tell you
Let's keep in mind that pretty much like Bruce, Damian isn't the best when it comes to expressing his feelings through anything but violence
So, he acts like an idiot
Y/N: Damian, come on. I'm not stupid enough to believe you’d fall hard enough to get yourself hurt like this. Talk to me.
Damian: Stop pushing your need to fix everything on me, Y/N. You are not my mother. Don't waste your worry on me, I don't need it.
You realized you liked him when you felt way more worried than you usually would
But Damian just noticed his cherish for you when you glared at him with evident hurt in your eyes and left the table
He just wanted you back, making silly jokes with Jon and stealing his fries
Kiss me, idiot
Two days
48 hours + 12 minutes since you two fought
A whole weekend
LISTEN, his life was going perfectly well before you came along
Now it seems like you opened a spot that's exactly your fit and put yourself there
Whenever you aren't around, Damian feels this weird sensation of missing
Jon convinces him into talking to you
As soon as he sees you in school, he does
Apologize becomes another argument (surprise, surprise)
Damian: Why do you care so much?!
Y/N: Because I like you, idiot!
Damian: You, you like me? As in--
Then you kiss him
Because, let's be clear, you'd end up kissing or punching him
Finding out he's Robin
It's the most stupid way possible
Like, for real
Last night, his Robin's duties kept Damian up until 5am
Instead of leaving his clothes inside the Batcave as usual, he just crumbled to his bed
The sun arrived and so did you
School project
While Damian was out to grab some books, you were studying his room
A picture of him and Jon. Some papers with Arabian words. A dog's bed. Robin suit. A sword
Wait, come back
A. Robin. Suit.
Damian Wayne was many things, but cosplayer certainly wasn't on the list
The pieces glued together fast
A rich family would make sense: Batman and Robin's instruments never looked cheap. Four Robins existed among the years, and Damian had 3 brothers. Not to mention that he'd show up with random scratches and never explain what happened. He was good with swords, and the current Robin had been seen with them a lot of times. Besides, Damian Wayne would never wear a costume willingly, much less keep one in his room
He walks inside the room to see you wearing his cape and mask
Y/N: Guess I'm robin' your persona, huh? Wanna tell me something?
Meeting the family
You come from a big family
Good thing because anybody else would be scared if they were in your shoes
MESS, MESS, MESS
Dick is smiling like a crazy all the time, and making dad jokes
Tim is teasing Damian by asking you to blink twice if you need saving
Jason is directly fighting Damian and calling him devil spawn
Bruce is quietly watching everyone with a subtle smile on his lips. He asks you a few questions, and occasionally asks the boys to behave before answering his phone and excusing himself
Babs, Steph and Cassandra come in later
Now the teasing is divided between you and Damian and Steph and Tim
You tease them a lot, blushing Tim is adorable
You are wearing purple boots, and Steph already loves you for that
Dick tells Babara about you being aware of the family secret
She offered to train you for some self-defense
YOU ACCEPTED, DUH. SHE IS THE BATGIRL!!
Cass is more quiet, but very friendly
Alfred was the first batfam member that you'd met, though (also your fav)
You try (key word being try) to help him in the kitchen
Batcow became your best friend, sorry Jon
You met the Titan family as well
Now you had munition to tease Dick as much as he teased you and Damian
Thank you, Kory
Also, Kor is a real life alien princess, how cool is that!?
Beast Boy is the funniest guy -- and now you are pretty sure you became a vegetarian because you can't eat animals after seeing his transformation
Raven reminds you of Cass
Donna is so powerful, and she knows so many languages!
You get along with his two families
Although Damian rolls his eyes a lot during y'all interaction, he is really happy
First kid
You and Damian are in university when it happens
You both know it's a big step
There's no turning back, you two will always be connected
Damian and you are now responsible, parents
Of the cutest bunny!
Yep, you insisted on naming him Robin
The first kid you both adopted together
Get on your knees for me
Damian isn't much of a romantic
You don't really mind
But when he proposes, it's the sweetest thing
You two had ordered some veggie food to celebrate the end of your finals
Finally a break!
Damian was holding you on the couch as you both watched one of your favorite movies when Robin, the bunny showed up
Y/N: Batbunny, just because we have vegan food, it doesn't mean you can get some. Go eat your lettuce.
Damian: Beloved, maybe you should see what he brought for you.
The bunny had a necklace wrapped around him!!
And the said necklace was attached to a ring!!
A FUCKING DIAMOND!?
Extra of love:
You became a vigilant for a bit before deciding how you truly wanted to help people
Besides charity, you became a lawyer specialized in cases of racism and immigration
Your and Damian's wedding was a mix of your culture and his
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Tongue Tied - Tim Drake x Reader
Words: 2.4k
Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!
“Hello lovely author, may I please request a Tim x reader who start as nerd friends, then she finds out about him being Red Robin before he can tell her, and then Red Robin saves her one day and she lets slip that she knows it's Tim. With her smarts, she's able to help him with cases and missions, and the batfam is impressed by how smart she is. You can choose whether it's a romantic ending or not, that's up to you. I just feel like smart Tim needs to be seen more. Thanks😊”
LINK TO PROMPTS & MASTERLIST -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!
When I tell you I love me a smart reader I LOVE ME A SMART READER! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! Strap in dear anon you set me up for a long one and I really said “get in the car!” I hope you enjoy ; )
In the midst of a mental breakdown you let the flashbacks ensue, that’s the only correct way to lose your mind as everything you thought you knew crumbled around you right?
First you remembered “meeting” Tim Drake-Wayne for the first time. You always put meeting in quotes because you’d been in love with him for months and had sleuthed out his favorite coffee shop just to stumble into him. And because you’re you, nothing can really go as planned can it? Your plan to stumble into Tim was taken more literally when he caught you from tripping as you tried to enter the store, as you pulled yourself from his chest you felt your cheeks redden immediately.
“Oh my gosh I am such a klutz I’m so sorry” he looked flustered himself, nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeve. “Oh uh, no problem, are you okay?” he up from his jacket to meet your eyes, and though he’d never tell you his heart melted on the spot, his brother Dick defined it as “love at first sight” but that seemed too cheesy. “I’m fine! You going in here too? This is my favorite spot!” you shook off the nerves, making your way into the cafe. Tim followed you in, and to your surprise paid for your drink. Sitting at a little bar you pulled out some of your college textbooks before you realized Tim and slipped into the seat next to you.
“You in college?” his voice made you jump, your head jolting up. “Oh - no! I just think this kinda stuff is interesting. Math can predict everything ya know!” you slid your textbook between the two of you, feeling Tim’s shoulder lightly brush yours as he leaned in to read it. “Totally! Like even the golden ratio in nature!” Tim explained excitedly.
That day turned into texting every single day and hanging out whenever Tim could, and it slowly developed into a best friendship.
How did you not see the red flags like how Tim could rarely, almost never hangout at night? Or how he’d have strange bruises scattered across his body. Tim always looked dead tired but you knew he didn’t do any activities after school, to be honest the math just didn’t add up, so you took to investigating before making a conclusion - as any good scientist would. And because he’s a messy teenage boy investigation was easy.
While over at the manor Bruce had called Tim to W.E. for some sort of emergency press conference about his younger brother Damian biting a reporter, the interview was only supposed to be a half an hour. So, Tim left you with snacks and Youtube in his room while he threw on a suit and tie, which he looked like an absolute five course meal in - that wasn’t the point. You took the opportunity the riffle through his room, not exactly sure what you were looking for as you pawed through stacks of overdue assignments and dirty clothes.
With deep breaths you relived the moment that hadn’t stopped playing in your head, finding his Red Robin suit. Throwing open his closet you stifled a laugh at his pajama pants and ratty t-shirts but you choked on air when a deep red and black suit fell from the top of his closet onto your face. Thinking it was some sort of halloween costume you held it up and realized what you were touching. It made sense, the late nights, bruises, frantic cancellations, it all added up except that Tim was the sweetest person you knew, the most loving soul you knew was kicking ass while you struggled through trigonometry.
Unable to comprehend what was happening you put everything away and went home, shooting Tim some bullshit excuse about your family as your ran up to your room and began making a list - comparing Tim’s absences to Red Robin sightings, googling photos of Red Robin and drawing comparisons to the way he held himself like your best friend. There truly was no denying - Tim Drake was the Red Robin. Then it hit you like a truck - Bruce Wayne was Batman. And you assumed all of Tim’s adoptive family were vigilantes as well. You didn’t sleep that night, trying to make google searches that didn’t give anything away while trying to make a list of everything you discovered.
Tim was Red Robin. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. So you sat in your room at 4am, crying. Because Tim was probably out risking his life for years without you knowing. Everytime you yelled at him for cancelling plans was probably because he was out saving lives and he took all your anger, he let you berate him for scrapping his knees when it was probably the fucking Joker whooping his ass. Is it right to apologize? To tell him what you found out and try to move on with the friendship. Is this like a “now that you know I have to kill you” kinda thing? You weren’t exactly ready to die.
It seemed like Tim’s secret to keep, it was difficult at first to keep the facade that you didn’t know what he was doing at night, you just tried to always be understanding and appreciative of all the time he made for you. You fell back into the lull of best-friendship, Robin or not, Tim was the best person you knew.
“You’re in love with her Drake” Damian chided, almost annoyed with Tim’s ambivalence on the topic of his life long crush. “Am not, she’s my best friend. It’s not my fault you don’t understand friendships demon” Tim spat back, keeping his head down to hide his blush. “I’m with the demon, you practically worship the ground she walks on” Jason called, drinking straight from.a carton of milk as Dick cried out in disgust before adding his own opinion to the mess that was Tim’s love life. “Sorry kid it’s 3 to 1 which means you have to ask her out for real, remember last time?” Tim glared at the mention of his failed date proposal where you thought he was speaking in strictly hypotheticals. “You can’t out vote me on my own feelings” Tim groaned. “All in favor of allowing us to out vote Tim?” The three raised their hands again as Tim stomped up to his room, he planned on going on a peaceful patrol to plan his dream date for you.
A couple weeks into knowing Tim’s secret you learned that if you climbed to the roof of your apartment building you could see Batman and whomever he took out for patrol flipping around the city late at night. It had become a nightly routine and you’d grown to be able to identify the hero by their style of movement, your notebook filled with notes and sketches about each boy or girl. Then when you hungout with Tim you could match a vigilante’s mannerisms with one of his siblings, it was simple science really. Then you began taking down notes about whoever the Bats were fighting if it was public, discovering little facts and trying to slip Tim subconscious knowledge, it was the least you could do to help your favorite boy on earth.
But that wasn’t enough, you wanted in on the excitement of crime fighting, to have more knowledge than was on broadcast TV. So you took to the streets of Gotham armed with pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a notepad. You learned tidbits of information that you poured over, working it together until you’d solved a case, then you’d slip hypothetical ideas to Tim throughout the hours of hanging out. You felt like a real life hero, and you were getting better by the day.
“Jeez Tim it’s like you’ve been working double time! You’re solving cases before they’re even on B’s radar, what’s your secret kid genius?” Dick was stretching on the BatComputer while Tim feverishly typed in his newest solve. “Well I hangout with Y/N! She’s like a good luck charm dude I also get the best ideas when I’m with her! It’s pure magic bro I’m telling you” Tim explained as he frantically finished his report. “Lovers do have that effect! So when are you gonna tell her you’re in loveeeeee” Dick cooed as Tim shook his head. “Shut up Dickwing I’m working” was all he could give Dick without blushing or mixing up his words. He just had to plan something perfect.
But it never was perfect was it?
Kill Croc was out in the sewer, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help Tim out, you knew people who knew some of the people that helped out Croc and you were determined to find him first at any cost. That’s how you accidentally ended up in a dirty drug deal.
“Hey Timbers, you’re gonna wanna get to my location asap, I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is in trouble and it would be rude of me not to offer her saving to you” Jason heard a scramble from the other side of the comm as Tim confirmed he was on the way. He watched carefully as you searched for an escape from your capture, normally he would’ve busted the drug dealers for capturing teenagers by now but he was feeling magnanimous, deciding to give Tim the opportunity to save an unsuspecting but terrified Y/N.
There were definitely no clear exits, you cursed yourself for getting too close. You were not Red Robin, you played the long game you didn’t rush into the arms of armed drug dealers in the name of the law. Your heart was beating out of your chest as they pointed a gun at you, forcing you to walk towards a sketchy delivery truck with the other kids. “Ooh totally not gonna happen!” a familiar voice cheered as glass windows shattered, none other than your best friend stood with a grin. He looked hot as fu- not the time, not the time.
“Come any closer we’ll blow her brains out!” you felt a loaded pistol connect with the back of your head as you froze, begging to any god to live and promising not to be a field agent ever again. “That’ll be pretty hard without your gun dumbass” Tim called as four batarangs knocked the guns out of all the guy’s hands. Red Hood, who you knew was Jason Todd, burst through the back windows, guns raised. “I thought we had a deal you sorry bitches. Now let these kids go or I’ll show you what blowing brains out really looks like” the men froze, letting everyone escape.
“Too late for us, but we’re taking the pretty girl with us!” one of the men had picked up their gun, aiming it straight between your eyes and firing. You screeched when a flash of red jumped in front of you. Almost in slomo you watched the bullet connect with Tim’s body. Your scream was deafened by Red Hood’s guns as he knocked all the men completely out. Rushing to Tim’s side you pulling his head into your lap. “Tim! Oh my god Tim are you okay!” you cried as Red Robin pulled off his domino mask to reveal a very confused Tim Drake. “Kevlar, I’m fine, bullets pack a punch but it just knocked the wind out of me, how did you know who I was?” Tim sat up, showing you the bullet sized dent in his suit.
“We should go somewhere else and I can explain” you smiled sheepishly, letting Tim put his cowl back on as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you to the top of the nearest building.
“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR MONTHS” Tim looked shocked as you explained how you figured it out and how you’ve been helping him out for weeks. “Should I have told you? I’m really sorry I just didn’t know I felt like you’d tell me when you were ready” you flinched at Tim’s shout and he calmed down. “To be honest I don’t know, you’re one of few that know who I am, but I’m glad you know, makes this even better” Tim added the last part softly, placing his hand on your cheek to lift your lips to his. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, kissing him back. The build up of months detangled itself in a night, and kissing Tim was just as perfect as you’d imagined all those years ago.
“So you’ve really been solving all those cases and you didn’t even tell me! You’re totally amazing at it!” Tim added, almost as if he’d been thinking during the kiss. “Yeah it’s pretty fun, you’re still gonna let me help right? I’m not stopping now!” you poked Tim’s chest while he thought. “I mean I’m pretty sure Babs needs a partner, but no ground work, you saw how well that went tonight, but it’ll be good to have a partner who finally knows everything” Tim exhaled, letting everything off his chest.
“Partners!” you smiled, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss.
“This is totally epic” you stood stunned as the BatCave shined in all it’s glory. “I mean yeah it’s pretty cool, look this is my actual suit, I bet the one you saw was an older model!” Tim let you around the cave, showing off his favorite parts. You squeezed his hand trying to convey how excited you were. “I’m gonna be a better detective than you soon Timmy” you teased as Tim showed you the ropes of the BatComputer. “In your dreams babe” he rolled his eyes. “Babe huh? Didn’t realize you asked me out” you scrunched your nose at Tim while he blushed. “Oh uh, see I meant to, but yeah, I definitely should do that like-” you cut him off “yes Tim I’ll be your girlfriend you idiot” you laughed at how tongue tied the loveable boy was. You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t get flustered around him either - you practically tripped on your own feet the first time you met him, but look how far you’d came from there.
From friends to partners to lovers and probably everything in between, you were finally Tim’s in every way, working side by side was the best thing to ever happen to both of you. That’s not quite right. Tim Drake himself was just simply the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. And that’s truly love at it’s finest.
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Safe and Sound (Damian Wayne x Platonic!GN!Reader)
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I want request being Damian childhood friend and a homo-magi would include , take place when Ra's dead in son of batman ( this only friendship not love , this boi need friend uwu )
Author’s note: Heya, so It took longer than I thought it would, and it’s a little bit shorter, but I really liked writing it!! So it’s hinted that the reader is Homo-magi, but there is not much action in here, basically, it’s a cute friend/sibling life with Damian, I hope you’ll like it! You can find my masterlist here, I’m also on Patreon and on Ko-fi, please check those out. Stay safe and enjoy.
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Warning: Mention of hard past, mention of nightmares, no graphic description, hint of child abuse. I do not own the gif it belongs to its creator/owner.
Damian is always cold and emotionless. Well, that was not strictly true; he did show emotions such as annoyance and tiredness, but not much else. It indeed was a miracle that you became friends with Damian at the tender age of four.
In his black and mostly yellow costume, the stern face that Damian wears fits just fine. But next to your rosy cheeks and playful smile, it stands out. Thought your excitement never seemed to bother the boy. If anything, he's always very prompt to agree with whatever you propose. Following in your delirious ideas and more often than not, he tells you about how stupid your idea really was while helping you out of the situation you found yourself in.
Like him, you grew up in Ra's al Gul den too, a project of his. Then again, you couldn't understand what you were at the time, another tool into this man's box. Like Damian, you trained to become an assassin, but with magic fingers (your words). But to be honest, when Bruce brings you back from wherever Ra's den is with Damian, he just can't understand how you (goofy, playful and curiously still smiling little you) are friends with the very cold son he now has.
Bruce doesn't understand how Damian (short-tempered and easily annoyed Damian) is so calm when you're buzzing around him like that, asking so many questions and talking like nothing traumatic even happened to you. Like you didn't train to become a killer all of your life. What Bruce doesn't know is that at night, deep in the dark, when you open your eyes screaming for help, magic gushing around you like you're in a pool, flying two feet above your bed, it's Damian that takes care of it.
Like he always did back there.
You do the same with him, when he comes up in your room after a nightmare, pretending that it's for your sake. Damian's far too proud to tell you about his nightmares, but you always know why he closes his arms around you like you'll disappear if he doesn't.
Bruce often catches you both sleeping in front of the T.V. late at night when he returns from work or reunions. And he dares not disturbed both of you, he once tried, and Damian gave him a look that promised him death if he even touched a single one of your hair to move you from him.
Your friendship would look more like a sibling relationship because of what you both when through. And Dick would love to tease both of you with how close you are. As you and Damian are always together, basically attached by the hips, the first Robin likes to do good old teasing. Damian tells you not to be angered by it that he doesn't know any better, and Bruce finds himself quite stunned to see who's the most mature of his sons as of now and compared at the same age.
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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 16
Older Damian Wayne x ofc
(Photo made by my lovely friend @tyuuniverse)
Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.
Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @comic-brew @psychovigilantewrites @psych0crybaby
Days go by, and each one sandy feels more comfortable being here. Now coming out each day of her room. No longer staying in feeling as though she’s trapped inside the room like the rest of the manor was hell. Most of her days she’d frequent the garden, walking around and taking in the beautiful flowers and trees.
But the majority of her time was spent in tims room. Having grown a friendship with the insomniac. But she couldn’t really say anything, due to usually coming in at the wea hours of the night to the earliest of the day.
And that’s where she found herself, at the early hour of 3:57 AM hanging upside down on tims bed with him beside her.
“why do they make decaffeinated coffee? Who does that help?” He asks. The pair hadn’t said a word in minutes. “People who like coffee but not the caffeine. Or Constipated people.” She replies. Tim nodding his reddening face due to the blood flow from being upside down. “Do you think the ocean is so salty because of whale sperm?” She asks, making him laugh. “Where in the fuck do you think of these things?” He asks, still laughing. Sandy pulls herself up, Tim following in suit. “I could ask you the same question.” She asks. They both lay back on the bed this time, heads fitting comfortably against the plush blankets. “Wanna play a game?” He asks, she tunes to him, “I want to play a game.” She says in a deep voice. This causes Tim to roll his eyes. “Okay jiggy. Let’s play 20 questions.”
“Most embarrassing story?” She asks. “The time everyone went out and I popped a hard on and the thug laughed thinking it was because of him. When in reality it was cause I was young and couldn’t control them.” This caused sandy to let out a large laugh, dubling over clutching her stomach. “Alright alright alright, it’s my turn to ask.” Tim chuckles. Her eyes look up at him, nodding her head slightly. “Favorite memory?” He asks. Her brow furrows as she looks to the side. Eyes slightly squinted. “I have 2 that I can’t pick between.” She sighs. “Then tell me what they are.” Tim says.
She pauses for a moment, looking back over to him. Letting out a large breath. “My 8th birthday. My dad was always busy but would always make sure to come into my room each night, and if I wasn’t asleep, he'd take me out to our living room, and with my mom we’d all take a huge blanket and all the pillows and make a huge heap on our couch. Most nights we’d end up falling asleep together. Sometimes we’d watch a movie or they’d tell me a bedtime story. Each one was different from the last. Well that night my dad brought me out into our living room, he took the day off to spend it with me. And he said to sit there by myself and wait patiently. So o did, and after 10 minutes my mom and dad came out.” She starts laughing as she’s speaking, trying to calm herself down to tell the rest. “T-they both came out in what I think was an 80s rendition of the Renaissance. They then gave me a dress to put on, along with a crown. The dress was a ball gown that was white with light blue lace, it also had small pearls on it. The crown was beautiful, it almost looked real with the shine of the diamonds and sapphires. We then spent the rest of the night dancing, to anything that played. We then all got in my parents bed, and they held me until we all fell asleep.” A tear fell down her eye, wiping it away almost immediately after it cascaded down her face. An ache reasoned within her heart at the fond memory. “The next one had to be at the fair with Jaso. I hadn’t been there with him long. I don’t even think it was a month at that point. He, he really was trying. I saw every attempt he made to get closer with me, and each time I’d pretend I didn’t notice or not be interested and go to my room. God, my room. I hated it at first. It was originally the weapon room, he has removed all of them but it was almost completely bare.”
Both of them step into the small room, both silent apart from their breathing.
Jason had gotten all of the guns, the knives, anything out of the room when she took a shower. Both just meeting an hour prior.
She eyes around the mostly bare room. A small cot bed was nestled into the corner of the room, along with a small bedside table with a lamp on top of it. Apart from those, dark curtains cover the window. The floorboards were bare, cold on her feet. “I’m sorry about the bed. I-I can have you take mine if you’d like?” He asks her. She looks over at him, seeing the panic in his face. “No no, this is more than enough. Thank you.” She says, looking down at the large t-shirt that hung below to her boney knees. “Do you need anything? I have some books, I don’t have a tv here but-“ she looks up at him, his rambling stopping. “I’m honestly really tired right now.” She says. “Alright, get some rest.” He says.
He walks to the door, but stops. “Thank you, um?” She says, her eyes scrunching slightly. “Jason. Jason Todd.”
A tear slipped down both her eyes, but was snapped out of it when she felt tims hand on her shoulder. She wipes both away and looked up at him, his face contorted in worry. “Sorry, but back to what I was saying. The fair was amazing, we had so much fun playing all the games, riding most of the rides, and the others I watched biting my nails as I watched him go on the extreme ones. God I, I felt like he was my actual dad, and that we were just normal father and daughter going to the fair for the first time. I finally felt like there was some normalcy in my life, that I could just be a kid again. I, I didn’t feel guilty. Each time he would try bonding with me, it killed me because I felt like I was replacing my parents with him. That I shouldn’t bond with another person because it’s not fair to my actual parents.” Small tracks of tears fell down her face, no longer trying to wipe them away. “But that day, I felt like my parents wanted me to. They wanted me to feel like a kid, to have fun again. I felt them with me that day, and that was also the day I started slowly seeing him as my dad.” Her tears had dried at this point, having been replaced with a smile. Fond memories of the day played through her mind. No longer a pain in her heart, but a warmth flooded through her as she remembers one of the best days of her life. “Alright, my turn. Why Red Robin? And why not add him to the end of it?” She asked, a smirk on her face. “Oh for fucks sake.” A large laughter reasoned throughout the room.
“Then when I came in to tell Bruce what happened he was balls deep blowing her back out on the-“ Tim was cut off from laughing so hard, both him and sandy laying on his bed clutching their chests due to the heavens of their laughter. It had been some time, the sun started creeping over the trees for a few minutes at that point.
They both lay there as their laughter started to die down, that is until footsteps were heard walking by. Sandy abruptly stopped laughing, turning to the door with wide eyes and tensed muscles. Her heart fell but Accelerated to the point of it being painful, until the door remained closed and the footsteps drifted away. She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning back to Tim. Worry overtook his face. “It’s alright, he doesn’t even come in here anyways.” A large sigh escaped her as she ducked her head down. “I know, I just can’t help but get worried whenever I hear him.” She says, a frown painted on her lips. Tim brought her in for a hug, wrapping her in his arms and rubbing his hands along her back. Her head rested on his shoulder as small tracks of tears fell down her cheeks.
“Alright, last question.” Tim says, looking over to her as she played with the strings on her jacket. She turns her head to him, looking into his eyes as her heart speeds up, the fear of the question but the Curiosity outwayung her fear. “Why does my dad not y’all to you guys? He told me he was robin, and that he was killed. But he never said what happened besides that?” She asks softly, her brows slightly furrowed. A sigh leaves Tim as he looks away. “It’s, complicated. It’s not my place to tell. But I will tell you, it came after what happened to him.”
Dick sighs as he puts his head in his hands. His brow furrowed as lips in a tight line. He pulls at his hair, meshing his hands into knots into it. “God what am I gonna do?” He whispers to himself.
He paces back and forth along the floor. Eying his feet as he bites at his nails. It’s a bad habit he developed as a child, but with the help of Alfred he stopped it for the most part. That is unless he’s very stressed. Sometimes he’ll chew them raw, pain coating the tips of his fingers for days. A knock at the door abruptly stopping him, looking over to it but seeing nothing. Could it have been another room? He wonders.
He walks over to it and opens it, and looking out and meeting sandy standing there. She was clad in a an oversized sweater and high waisted jeans. “Hey, you need anything?” He asks, curious as to why she had knocked at the door. “I heard you pacing when I was walking by. I got worried if you were alright is all.” She replies. Worry taking over her face. He sighs, and steps to the side to let her in.
“Yes and no. I, I’m planning on proposing to barabara in a few days. I’m so excited for it. But I have no idea how to do it.” He sighs. Head again in his hands as he stairs beside her. Dick had moved out long ago, but would still sometimes stay at the manor if he was needed. Him and sandy had bonded slightly over the past 2 weeks she had been there. While most of her time was spent with Tim, she did a few times come to spend time with the eldest of the brothers. They both would usually discus her father, his embarrassing stories when he was young. Or her love for ballet. Dick promising her that he’ll come by to practice with her sometime. “Alright, you want some advice?” She replies, raising her brow slightly at him. “Sure, whatcha got?”
“So you guys met on top of the police department?” She asks. Her brow raised as she asks. “Yes, it was one of my first nights as robin.” Memories flooding through his mind from the memory. She sells her hands together with a wide smile. “There you go! Ask her there!” She exclaims happily. A chuckle leaving dick. “Elaborate please?”
“Tell her to meet you up there. And have ready a small table with dinner, wine, and candles. The whole 9 yards. Then, ask her there. It is after all where you guys met. It’s a special place for the both of you. I promise she’ll love it.” She says with a smile. “What if she says no? We haven’t always been the model couple. What if she doesn’t want to marry me?” He asks. Fear and doubt eating heavy in his chest. She puts a hand on his shoulder, with a warm smile on her face. “How long have you guys been back together?” “The day I plan on asking her will make 5 years.” A smile taking over his face. “And how long in total has she been by you?” A laugh leaving him briefly at the question. “Well over a decade at this point.” A large smile taking over both their faces. “That’s your answer. She’s been by your side through everything. And to this day she stays and loves you. I see the way she looks at you. It’s the same look my mom looked at my dad with. She loves you so much, and I know that she’ll be so happy to marry you.” A small tear leaves his eye. He looks over to her, tears brimming her eyes. He pulls her into a large hug, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you. You really are an angel.”
The small ticks of the computers, along with the heavy noise of the waterfall nearly drown out the sound of the tumbler. The chill in the room increasing tenfold due to the opening of the large cave to the cold outside. She turns away from the boxing bag, removing her gloves. She watches as dick exits first, following along with Tim in the back. A dull ache resins within her when Damian exits. Turning her head away before he saw her. Hearing his footsteps head for the showers.
She starts walking over to Tim, eying him over at the med table stripping the top of his suit off. A cut ran along his left peck. Only scraping the skin and no muscle, with the blood nearly gone and congealed slightly. It looked to not need any stitching, just s good clean and bandage.
A grunt was heard behind her, taking her focus away from Alfred cleaning up tims wound.
She turns around and spots Bruce, he was lugging boxes out of the tumbler over to the computer desks. She ran over and grabbed a box herself, bringing it over to the table and going back over to help him. “You don’t have to, I've got it.” Bruce replies, his voice strained slightly. Sweat poured down his ghostly white face. Worry struck her as she watched as he had a hard time taking the box in his arms. “I wanna help. I didn’t go out tonight so the least I can do is help bring in the information.” She replies back. Eying him closely the entire time.
A groan leaves him as he picks up another box, stumbling slightly and dropping the box. Worry floods her as she watches him. Dropping her box on the table and running over. “Hey hey hey. What’s going on?” She asks. She notices His hand clutching his side. She removes it to see blood covering his hand. “Hey it’s gonna be okay.” She says. Taking her jacket off and handing it to him. “Apply this to it and I’ll be right back.” She runs over to the end station, grabbing the first aid kit along with anything else she needs and runs back over. She kneels down to him, taking out the scissors and cutting the top of his suit off. She slips the top of his suit off, gently removing his hand from the wound. It didn’t look to be internally deep, no ripped muscles were shown and the blood looked external rather than coming internally. The skin was torn slightly, but overall it didn’t appear to be life threatening. She slips on a pair of gloves and grabs a bottle of saline solution “It doesn’t look that bad, but I am gonna do some stitches okay? Do you want me to numb it?” She asks. Her face no longer full of worry. “No need, I barely feel them now.” She nods her head to him. She soaks the wound in the saline, the water running down his side onto the floor. She dabs it slightly with gauze and soaks the area a couple more times until the water ran to a light pink. She applies the gauze to the area, having him hold it as she soaks the suture in alcohol. She pulls the skin together, and locates the center of the cut. Slowly pulling the needle through the first part of the skin to the other side, then out the wound, back through the wound on the other side and out the skin. She pulls the skin together again and ties it off with a double knot. She works back toward the edge placing a new suture halfway between the end of the gash and the closest stitch. “You’re doing a great job at this.” He says, eying her as she slowly makes the next stitch. “Thanks, if I had a penny for the amount of times I’ve had to stitch my dad up, I’d be richer than you in a year.” She jokes back. Causing a smile to grow on his face. “My actual dad was also a surgeon. I guess I got his doctor's hands.” She chuckles. Bruce’s brow furrows. “What was his name?” He asks. “Hal hawks. He was a surgeon here in Gotham.” A sad smile on her face when she said his name. “I remember him. I had gone to him for a shattered kneecap a few years ago. Doctors said I wouldn’t be able to walk again. But your dad did the surgery and I was walking in no time. He was a good man.” A tear slipped down from her eye at his reply. “They both are. Look, I don’t know what happened between you and my dad. But he’s a great father. With everything that’s happened to me in the last few years, I would give up my life for him for everything he’s done for me.” A sigh leave him as he looks at her, Tara brimming her eyes. “If I know one thing, it’s that Jason is a good man. And a good father. He’s exactly the kind of father for you. And I couldn’t be happier.”
The room was almost completely dark, the only light coming from the full moon shining in through the blinds. She tossed and turned, not being able to find a comfortable position to lay in. Her mind wouldn’t calm down, racing heavily on multiple things. Glancing over to her bedside table, and reading it was 4:26 in the morning. A sigh leaving her as she sits up in bed. She knew Tim would be up, this time usually being their time they go to each other’s rooms to either watch a movie, play a game, or sometimes paperwork.
Slipping out of bed and over to her closet, grabbing a robe and slipping it on. The silk inside felt warm to her exposed skin. Having only wearing a pair of underwear underneath.She wasn’t worried about wearing this around him. Having worn this before when he came to her room and he never once tried anything or even taken a glance. She suspected she knew the reason as to why, but not quite sure if it was true. Her room would get quite hot in the night. With the cold weather outside the heat would be cranked up higher during the night. This causing her to strip almost to the nude as to not sweat all night. Walking out of her door she was met with the chilled air of the hallway. A shiver ran up her spine. Her feet almost feeling painful against the cold wood.
She starts her way over to his room down the other end of the hallway. But stopping abruptly at the door opening to her side. Her stomach dropping as she’s met with damian towering over her. Shock takes over both their faces briefly as they just stand there. They were frozen in place, hearts beating so heavily they were sure the other could hear it. Their eyes just locked into one another’s. They both tear their eyes away as she looks down from his gaze. Another shiver ran through her. He was shirtless. His tan skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat, probably due to the heating. Clad in only sweatpants that stopped at just above his v line. His chest rose and fell fast due to his heavy breathing. His hair was messy. No longer slicked back and straight. Now a mass of soft curls that puffed slightly. She’d almost say he looked cute. But pain shoots through her heart when the thought played in her mind. His eyes were locked on her. Her hair had grown ever slightly since the last time he saw it. The blank locks soft curls around her face. A feeling of electricity flowed through him along with warmth when he looked at what she was wearing. Or lack thereof. She wore a thin ivory colored robe. The thinness of the silk laid against her soft skin. His heart sped up when he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her breasts were framed against the silk. Her skin looking as soft as a petal. From the cold of the hallway, he could clearly see her nipples poking out of the fabric. His body now hot as he fought with himself as to not grab a hold of her to feel her skin against his again. A fire slightly burning inside him as he looks at her.
His mouth was slightly open, as if he was about to speak but couldn’t.“I was just going-“ “to drakes room. I know.” He cuts her off. His usual hard voice sounding tired and deadpan. She looked up at him again. His face was blank, but his eyes showed a slight strain in them. “Can’t sleep?” She asks. Her voice an almost whisper. He closes his eyes and nods. “Yeah.” He whispers. His eyes slightly crinkled. “Do, do you need anything? Are you alright?” She asks. Her voice slightly wavering. Her heart aching as she looks up at him. Tears wanting to spill from her eyes. His eyes shut tighter. “I’m good. Goodnight.” He whispers. His face in pain as she shuts the door. A tear slipping down her face.
A quietness filled the large room as everyone finished their plates, all of them apart from her and Alfred bid their goodnights and thank yous to the butler before walking to their rooms. She watches as he stacked some of the plates, his hands shaking slightly under the weight. “Hey, why don’t you let me do the washing up tonight.” She asks. Her eyes hopeful as she eyes the elderly butler. “Oh it’s perfectly fine miss-“ “please, you always do it for us. And I know it’s your job but, I wanna do it and help around here.” She says. She puts her hand against his shoulder. A warm smile on her face. “Alright miss Todd. Thank you.” A soft smile on his face when he hands her the plates. “No problem Alfey.”
Plates clinked together as she scrubbed them. The water hot against her hands as she removed the sticky sauce from the plate. Humming a song in her head as she did them.
She turns around to put the dish on the rack. Having not noticed before that Damian has walked in to grab some water from the fridge. She gasped and dropped the plate, letting out a small yell when it shattered on the floor. He put his hands out in front of him to her. The crash startling her and not seeing it was Damian due to the low light in the room and his hand out. She let out another tell as she quickly spun around, grabbing a small knife and throwing it at him.
He caught in just before it hit his face, his heart beating out of his chest as he watched her heaving for air. “What the fuck was that!” He yelled out. Anger flowing through him. “I didn’t see it was you! And you put your hands out like that, what was I supposed to do! Don’t get fuckin mad at ME that you jumped me!” She yelled at him. Her fists in balls are her sides. “NOT THROW A FUCKING KNIFE AT ME! GOD WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT!” He screams out. His whole body tensed up as anger overtook his face. “Why don’t you ask yourself that.” She snaps back. Her arms folded on her chest. “I fuckin ask myself a lot of questions about you.” He snarls back. A pain shoots through her heart at the venom in his voice. “Oh and what’s that supposed to mean.” She bites back. “How I didn’t see it. How I didn’t realize who you actually were. I’m not even mad about what you and Todd do. I’m mad that you act like you’re this perfect little thing that’s so kind to everyone. And then you just waltz right in here and get all buddy buddy with everyone! And I’m angry that I fell for you. I’m angry that the first time I have feelings for someone it was you. I’m not even angry like I was. I’m angry because it still hurts me every time I look at you because you weren’t who I thought you were!” He yelled out. Tears streaming down his face. A vain popping out of his temple as he yelled. Her eyes flowing out tears as her heart broke for the forth time. A deep pain shooting through her as tears rolled out like a waterfall down her face and chest. “What you’re not getting is THIS IS ME! I showed you who I truly am that entire time Damian! I let myself for the first time bare my heart for someone besides my dad. You just think I’m 2 different people when IM NOT! AND HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL! IT KILLS ME THAT YOU LOOK AT ME WITH DISGUST BECAUSE I WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU! HOW IS IT FAIR THAT YOU TAKE YOUR ANGER OUT ON ME WHEN I'M HURTING TOO! GOD IT FUCKING HIRTS SO BAD!” She screams out, her voice breaking due to the heavy tears. Her heart now nothing but filled with hard pain that squeezed her chest and throat. She beat her hands against his chest, tears streaming down her face as she lets out yells. He grabs a hold of her wrists, trying not to be hard as to got hurt her. Tears falling down his face as his heart broke as he watched her. Her face was contorted in pain as sobs wrecked her body. “WHY! WHY DID I HAVE TO FALL FOR YOU!” She sobbed out. Her head liply laying against his chest. She keeps whispering why as she soaked his shirt. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” She weakly whispers out. Tears fall even harder down his face. He laid his head in her hair, soaking her scalp. “I-I can’t do this.” She says. She rips her wrists from his hands, looking away as she runs out of the room. Her sobs being heard until she gets far enough away. Sobs overtaking his body as he falls to his knees. His head in his hands as he sobs violently. His heart breaking again.
Dick runs down the hallway towards her room, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He had heard everything, tears brimming his eyes the entire time he heard the level of pain in their voices. His heart falling when he heard her running towards her room.
He walked in and saw the window was open. The blinds shielding the outside view. But he heard her quiet sobs from her door. He walked out onto the balcony, seeing her looking over the ledge with her head in her arms. The puddle of tears soaking the floor. He wrapped his arms around her. Holding her tight as she turned around into his chest and sobbed even harder. Tears now escaping his eyes as he watches as she shakes with how violent she’s sobbing. “Shhh it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.” He whispers, rubbing his hand on the middle of her back. Avoiding her shoulders. “W-why is he doing this?” She sobs out. Her voice quiet due to her throat being raw. “Damians never had feelings for someone. He’s always had anger problems and doesn’t know how to handle his emotions well. And whenever he’s scared or hurt, he lashes out. I’m gonna have a talk with him. I’m sorry I haven’t sooner.” He says, her sobs slowing down as he talked. “It’s okay. I understand. I just wish I had my dad with me right now.” Tears fell down her face at the end. Pain shooting through her as she misses her father being with her. Having grown used to his hold and presence whenever she was sad or hurt. “I know, and I promise you’ll see him soon. Want me to stay out here with you till you feel better?” He asks. Looking down at her. Her sapphire eyes brimmed red. “Please.”
“That was the best prank we did on Bruce, god he couldn’t figure out how to stop the ghostbusters theme playing over the coms for a month!” He laughed out. Both of them laughing hard at the story. “Sounds like you and my dad were his worst nightmare kids.” Age laughed out. A fond smile grew on his face. “You have no idea. Him and I were really close when he was robin. He was the little brother I had dreamed of having my whole life.” He replied. His face slightly falling at the end. Her eyes squinted slightly as she watched as his face fell a bit more. “Dick, can I ask you something?” He looks over at her, her face painted in concern. “Sure.” He replies. She takes in a deep breath, her heart beating fast again against her rib cage. “What, happened? Nobody’s told me why he didn’t speak to all of you for so long.” A sigh leave him at her question. Pain in his chest creeping up his neck when he thought about it. “Alright, I’ll tell you. But please, understand we love him and didn’t do this to hurt him.” Her eyes widen slightly. “Okay.”
“He, told you about joker right?” He asked. Both now lying on her bed. “Yeah, he killed him but he came back.” She replies. Her eyes watching as his face fell again. “That’s, not entirely what happened. Joker didn’t just kill him. He held him in an abandoned building near Arkham asylum. He Tortured him for over 6 months. None of us could find them because whenever we thought we did, he’d switch buildings. Until he brought him to an abandoned wing of the asylum. There he, did things to him. Things that he hasn’t even spoken about. And one day, Bruce got a video. It was Jason tied to a wheelchair. He was hurt so badly. His suit was torn and almost completely red from blood. He was slumped over. And, out walked joker from behind him. And he, he shot him in the head.” Tears fell down both their faces as he says the last part. “We, found his body. We took him back here and buried him. Well, damians mom talia took his body for some reason. And she put him in this thing called the lazarus pit. Its able to heal all wounds, and some can bring back someone’s life. Well, it worked. But not exactly. It changes people, what was once a kind, sane person, can go mad and angry from it. Jason lashes out, and ran away from the league. He ended up back in Gotham. And he, because of his anger, started killing criminals. He was eventually found by Barbara’s dad Jim. And he’s known about ya since I was robin. And he called Bruce. Jason couldn’t speak. He didn’t look the same as he used to and he was dubbed a John Doe. But jim knew. Bruce, he didn’t know what to do. So, he had Jason admitted to Arkham. The place had cleaned up a lot in the last year. Now actually helping people. Bruce paid off the doctors for Jason not to let the word out that he was there. And he made all of us promise, not to speak or let him see us. He didn’t know if he’d handle it well and lash out again. So we didn’t. For 3 years we watched as he was there. And he was doing amazing. He grew to be massive, and his hair grew out and was bright reddish blonde. He even grew a beard that was firey ginger. You literally couldn’t recognize him if you knew him when he was robin. And, we all thought he had forgotten us. He never once mentioned us, his life at the manor, being robin, joker, nothing. We thought that entire time was wiped from his memory. And it killed me. God the amount of times I’d go there to bring back someone like croc or pyg, I’d always fight with myself not to go to his room to see my little brother.”
Pain shot through dicks chest when he walked down the hallway, knowing he was behind that door. He stopped at it, tears threatening to spill over his mask as he looked at the door. Hands shaking at his sides, until he reaches up and skids the window of the door, looking in. There sat Jason on his bed, his hair had grown long, even longer than his own and was a light red. His firey bead covered his face. His body was massive, you wouldn’t believe he was only 21 due to the size of his body. No longer the scrawny street kid he once was. Now he was large with bulging muscles and towering height. He looked, calm. And happy. He was at ease in the room. Reading his book and sipping some water. Tears fell down dicks eyes as he watched, his little brother not seeing him, and wouldn’t recognize who he was.
“He did so amazing, so amazing that he was being let out. We knew the date he was, and Bruce, Alfred and I prepared ourselves for how bad it’d hurt. Knowing he wouldn’t come back. Never remembering who we are. At this point Damian has become robin. He was about 15 at the time. Him and Tim has never met him before. So it wouldn’t hurt them to watch as he built his life without us. But we were wrong. The day he was let out, all 3 of us had cried a little. But, that night, Alfred cane to the door, and he fainted. Because there at the door, was Jason. Turns out, he remembered everything. But the doctors did such a good job, he forgave us. He came in and, I don’t think I had ever hugged someone for so long. We both were crying, eventually Bruce and Alfred joined in and we all stayed in the living room for hours catching up. And things were perfect, he stayed here in his room and wouldn’t really leave the manor. He, even grew close to Tim and a little bit with Damian. He actually was our computer guy, you wouldn’t know it but damn he knows his way around a computer and tracking. And it was like this for about a year. Them that night, he had come into the cave and told us he wanted to go back out with us. It was gonna be a really difficult night and he wanted to go back out to help. But Damian said he couldn’t. They got into a huge fight, and, Damian let it out that Bruce had him admitted to Arkham. Jason he, he thought we didn’t know he was alive. He never knew, and that’s when he, he lost it on us, and he left. It kills me that I never went to see him. I wish I had, maybe he wouldn’t hate-“ “stop it dick.” She cuts him off, hand on his shoulder. Tears falling from his eyes. He looks into hers, no longer red with tears. “He doesn’t hate you. You were doing what you were told for the safety of your brother. You did nothing wrong. I’m not mad at what you did or didn’t do. No, who I’m mad at, is Bruce.”
#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne fanfiction#damian wayne imagine#damian wayne#older!damian wayne#Batman#batfam x reader#batfamily#Jason Todd#red hood#dick grayson#Tim drake#dc#dc imagine#dceu
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Dick Grayson x Older! Reader ch 3
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Dick falls for his babysitter who's three years older then him.
Dick ages 9-13-19/20
Reader ages 12-16-23
a few nights later...of the two avoiding each others existence...
Dick didn't get much sleep lets just say he had a rather interesting dream about Y/n, it involved he and Y/n in the pool and she was wearing this very tiny bikini and they did little more than just swim. Dick let out a tiny groan, once he realized what just happened he shot up out of bed, and ran to his bathroom for a very cold shower. "what is wrong with me?!" he spat leaning against the tiled wall trying to clear his head...
He shouldn't be thinking about Y/n like that! he has a girlfriend! he felt dirty and ashamed...Dick doesn't know how he'll be able to look Y/n in the eyes after this! It was stupid anyways, as if she go for him! she was three years older then him! the h/c just sees Dick as a little kid a nothing more! those kisses she gave him were just flukes!...it meant nothing...totally nothing..
Sure enough, Dick had rough time looking Zatanna and Y/n in the eyes (not that he and Y/n weren't already avoiding each other.) and if anyone called him out on it. he would go into a nonsensical rant until the subject dropped or chalked it up to him being tired, Y/n suggested to Bruce that the boy stopped drinking Gatorade before bed, Which confused the billionaire why she wasn't telling Dick herself "are you angry with each other?" He asked wondering what caused a rift between the two teens.
Y/n avoided the question or changed the subject...Bruce cocked a brow a thought back to two weeks ago...How out of it Dick was acting he would get flustered and sigh...
The raven haired man's eyes widened, one of them must have finally made a move, or said something about the obvious romantic tension between them! and both parties didn't take it well, considering the crappy timing; Y/n just got out of a relationship and Dick is currently in one...Bruce rubbed his temples and sighed he decided to let the kids sort this out for themselves.
A few weeks later things sort of went back to normal...
Except, Dick got a big shock when he came home to Bruce and Alfred congratulation Y/n about something, she noticed him watching them confused. "Oh Dick! I'm so glad to see you,I was just so excited! I drove over here!" She hugged him confusing the younger teen even more as to why she was talking to him. "I submitted an essay for a foreign exchange program! I'm going to London!" Dick's mouth felt dry as an odd feeling settled in his chest. "For how long?" he asked trying not to sound panicked as he gawked at the h/c girl.
"Until I graduate." Y/n said without hesitating Dick got oddly quiet and just went up stairs without saying anything, despite Bruce and Y/n calling after him, but he ignored them. he spent most of his time hull up in his room or at mount Justice with the team; who quickly picked up on his bad mood.
Wally finally asked what was up "Y/n is leaving.." Dick mumbled listlessly as the speedster tried to remember who Y/n was...when the light-bulb went off, he snapped his fingers "Oh right, your hot nanny!" he said earning a cold glare from Artemis who was walking by his room. "She's not my nanny!" the raven haired boy growled angrily causing Wally to put his hands up, and he closed his room door so no one bothered them then turned to his friend.
"Okay...Attractive not nanny is leaving because?" he cocked a brow at the younger teen who frowned "She got accepted by some foreign exchange program at her school and won't be back till after graduation..." Dick mumbled pulling his knees to his chest...Wally observed his friends body language and set jaw his nose was a little red he couldn't see his eyes because of the sunglasses but, had feeling that they were swollen and not from allergies.
"Dude..Do you love her?"
Robin snapped his head up and glared at the speedster. "What kind of stupid question is that? she's my friend! of course I.."Wally cut the younger teen off. "I don't mean love in a friendly way...I mean like how I care about Artemis." the younger teen blanched and shook his head "n-No! that just..nuts! besides I'm with Zee..."he said with a nervous laugh trying to throw Wally off, but the speedster frowned obviously not buying it.
"And I failed a math test on Wednesday, your turn."
"She...she kissed me twice."
"Now were getting somewhere..."
Robin ended up telling Wally everything that's been going on with his life. the feelings he's been having for Y/n. how he and Zatanna have been fighting a lot lately. how he nearly went off the deep end when Y/n almost got assaulted, than she drunkenly kissed him, second time was after spending a day out together trying to keep her mind off her ex, but Y/n freaked out and ran before he could talk to her, it was weird seeing Robin so serious about something that wasn't mission related.
"And...How long have you felt this way dude?" Wally asked clearly concerned for them, It's obvious Y/n felt something for raven haired teen, Robin hadn't noticed, but Wally didn't miss the way the h/c would steal glances at the boy wonder, and she wouldn't have kissed him if she hadn't, people tend very truthful and assertive when they're drunk.
"I think since the first time I met her...it was like she made everything in the world just stopped a moment..." the speedster resisted the urge snicker that was cheesy..."And Zee never made you feel like that?" It's a good thing these rooms are sound proof, the magician would be upset if she heard them. "Don't get me wrong I felt a spark when we started going out, but I'm not so sure about us anymore..." The boy wonder mumbled. "She's a good girlfriend...but, I think we're better off as just friends."
It's true. it was no secret both Robin and Zatanna have been having problems lately. the team could hear them arguing in the halls, it was either about each others attitude, or her hanging around the Demon or Him cancelling dates or standing her up for patrol. because the villain of the month escaped and Batman needed him. then one of them would apologize and act like nothing happened then the cycle would start all over again. both teens were pretty much at the end of their ropes.
"And besides even if me and Y/n got together it's would be trouble she's 16 and I'm 13."
"And it's only three years bro, not that big of an age gap and...wait! Transformers 4!" Dick looked at the ginger confused. "does Gotham have Romeo and Juliet laws?" he inquired curiously Dick shook his head.
"Wally that's in Texas, and even if Gotham did, I would have to be 14 have my dad's permission for that to work out."
"Dang, you did your research..." The speedster sighed as Robin hummed "comes with the job...In case of kidnappings and runaways..." He sighed Wally gasped "No." the raven haired boy cut him off before he say it, The last thing Dick wanted was a scandal and media storm of [Bruce Wayne's adopted son runs off with tutor!] that would be a Vicki Vale field day and a man hunt waiting to happen.
"Yeah, now that I think about it that is a terrible idea." Wally sighed they were pretty much stumped..."Well when is she leaving?" the green eyed boy asked "day after tomorrow Bruce is throwing a party for her." Dick mumbled the ginger hummed watching his friend sulk.
"You should just tell her how you feel bro." Dick whipped head around and looked at him like he grew three heads. "Did we not just conversation about this?" the younger teen began only for the speedster to to hold his hand up.
"Just, tell her if Y/n feels the same way then wait, if she doesn't then hopefully if she's not scared off or awkward about it...she'll still cherish this friendship you guys share." Robin seemed to think this over for couple moments, Wally's right it's better he's tell Y/n now, keep it bottled in and regret it after she's gone. "Thanks Wally..." the speedster gave him a thumbs up and went back his homework.
While Robin went to open Wally's door only to find Zatanna about to knock "Uh, hey Zee I was just-" the magician girl cut him off "Rob we need to talk." she said seriously before leading him to the the briefing room, And pretty told him what he was planing to tell her.
Their relationship just wasn't working anymore ,and she can't stay in a relationship if they're gonna argue about the smallest things! it would be better if they just stayed friends. They hugged and parted ways...Now with that said and done. Dick's mind was clear to think about what he was going to say to Y/n...
#dick grayson x reader#dc comics#wally west#zatanna#young justice#robin x reader#nightwing x reader#Bruce Wayne#Batman
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In Honor Of Valentine’s Day
A day early, here are my favorite couples in comics.
In no particular order:
Empowered & Thug Boy (Empowered): For someone who has the word “thug” in his codename, he’s a near-perfect boyfriend. Emp can be rather neurotic but Thug is her fiercest supporter and defender. He treats her a million times better than the alleged heroes of the Empowered universe. Super cute couple.
Alana & Marko (Saga) – Two people, on opposite sides of a senseless war, come together to raise a family while on the run from their respective people. Great couple and an excellent series.
Snow White & Bigby (Fables): Bigby patiently woos the all-business Snow White. Snow has had a hard life and has placed formidable walls around her heart. Bigby slowly crumbles the walls while the duo battles a series of obstacles to their romance.
Mary Jane Watson & Peter Parker (Spider-Man): MJ is the true love of Peter’s life and the only one who cares for both the civilian and super-hero side of Peter’s life. Peter is MJ’s greatest supporter. The duo is best friends and the perfect couple.
Danny Rand & Misty Knight (Iron Fist): A duo with fun, sassy chemistry. Simply hot.
Scott Summers & Emma Frost (X-Men): I love this pairing because it wasn’t instant love but it was a deep, mature love. Scott and Emma had to work to overcome their differences and often had to meet in the middle to come to an agreement. A great example of a pairing that had to work on their relationship to make it succeed.
Henry McCoy & Abigail Brande (X-Men): Another fun pairing. Great chemistry.
T’Challa & Monica Lynne (Black Panther): A prime example of a deep love not being enough to save a relationship.
Monica and T’Challa are soulmates but Wakanda’s hostility to outsiders prevents the duo from realizing their happily ever after. A prime example of a mutual but painful love.
Steve Rogers & Rachel Leighton (Captain America): I love this pairing because of the growth between the two participants. Rachel became a more mature and heroic woman. Steve learned to be less judgmental on women’s attire, hairstyles, and choices in careers.
Clark Kent & Lois Lane (Superman): Clark’s true equal and partner. Accept no substitutes. I love the pairing in all their incarnations. Except for the Silver Age – it was a weird time.
Bruce Wayne & Andrea Beaumont (Batman): Bruce was within centimeters of achieving true happiness. The pairing was adorable.
Scott Free & Barda (Mister Miracle): Big Barda is stronger, fiercer, tougher, and more intimidating than her husband and he loves it. Add in surviving their mutually horrific childhood to become heroic individuals and a loving couple and well, sometimes true love does conquer all.
Rokk Krinn & Lydda Jath (Legion Of Super-Heroes): I admire a girl who knows what she wants and goes for it – and that is Lydda. She wanted Rokk and she got him. Cosmic Boy tends to be “all business and no play” so he needs someone who will drag him into the fun side of life. Lydda does that and more. She supports Rokk and prevents him from making mistakes he will regret later. The old saying that “behind every good man is a good woman” fits this pairing to a T.
I don’t see every friendship as a potential slash pairing but I’m ending with a few friendships that should have been made cannon. The subtext was so obvious it became text. Unfortunately, DC and Marvel lack the guts to make it official.
Tim Drake & Conner Kent (Robin/Superboy): TimKon! Tim and Conner’s previous relationships in the DC Universe ran the gamut from pedestrian to icky. Tim and Conner’s chemistry simply outmatched anything they experienced with the opposite sex. Add in the growth in their relationship in the Teen Titans series plus their interactions in the One Year Later to Flashpoint era – let’s be honest, if Tim was female, the duo would have been an official couple. Make it happen, DC.
Ted Kord & Michael Carter (Justice League International): I ship Boostle for the same reasons I ship TimKon. A fun, mutually supportive couple that have been through the ups and downs and come out stronger for it.
Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain: Steph has only had two loves in her life: Tim & Cass. Cass has only had one love in her life: Steph. Another fun pairing where each participant learned from the other.
Matt Murdock & Foggy Nelson (Daredevil): Foggy is Matt’s true soulmate. And the only one that has stuck with Matt through thick and thin. The poor man should be nominated for sainthood for all that he had endured because of Matt. Let’s be honest, Matt would be completely lost without Foggy.
#TimKon#Boostle#Matt Murdock#T'Challa#Steve Rogers#Clark Kent#Bruce Wayne#Stephanie Brown#Rokk Krinn#Lydda Jath#Saga#Fables#Empowered#Mary Jane Watson#Danny Rand#Scott Summers#Lois Lane#Peter Parker#Abigail Brande#Foggy Nelson#Andrea Beaumont#Tim Drake#Monica Lynee#Misty Knight#Cassandra Cain#Rachel Leighton
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Back to You
Damian x reader based off of Back To You by Selena Gomez
Love was a touchy subject for you. When you were a young naive teenager you didn’t believe in love at first sight. You actually thought that love was a pointless human creation. Why would you want to fall in love? Just why?
Then you meet Damian Wayne. Your opinion didn’t change you just developed a crush on him. After getting to know him better you did start to fall in love. And you did change your mind about love. Little did you know he shared those same feelings for you. He would’ve asked you to be his but he knew about your opinion about love. But he didn’t let that get in the way between you two.
As days, weeks, and months passed, the both of you started acting more like a couple than a pair of friends. It was silently affecting your social life. People actually thought you two were dating. Even the Batfamily.
But now, you and Damian are in your mid-twenties. He has his life figured out while you still had no clue what to do with it. He’s getting married and you’re in your living room with several bottles of wine by your side.
You glanced at the wedding invitation in your hand and put it down. Even after the both of you cut off your friendship he had invited you. Guess there’s still something left.
You got up and dragged yourself to the bathroom. Once there you studied your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. The bags under your eyes were getting darker as the days passed.
As quickly as you could, you washed your face and returned to living to pick up the invitation. You opened it and looked at the date and time. The wedding was taking place later that evening. No point in going now. And assuming that the entire Batfam was going to be there, then that would mean Gotham would be vulnerable. Lucky for them you were available and in need to punch something.
Damian was nervous. Today was the day. The day be would marry his beloved. His entire family, friends, and people he didn’t even know were going to be there. His wedding was apparently a big deal being the son of Bruce Wayne.
But something didn’t seem quite right in his heart and mind. Part of him was regretting sending that invite to you, the other part was hoping you would show. He was just as confused as he was nervous. His feelings for you were still alive and that saddened him. He had lost you and now he was never going to get back to you. Not that you two were dating before he met Kylie.
You had run out of the Manor in anger after an argument with Damian. Bruce had sent you and Damian out to investigate some weird activity involving fires. Which you later found out to be Firefly.
When you found Firefly you two didn’t have a plan to apprehend him. You couldn’t call for backup cause everyone was busy fighting their own villains and Damian didn’t like calling for backup anyway. So it was just Damian and you against a bug with a flamethrower. What could go wrong?
Everything. Absolutely everything went wrong. Somehow Firefly got a weapons upgrade that Batman didn’t know about and now his flamethrower is more… powerful.
You and Damian managed to take down Firefly but not before you were injured. You tried hiding the fact that you were injured on the way to the cave. But Damian I-was-raised-by-assassins Wayne noticed.
Once you arrived at the cave, he dragged you to the med bay and berated you for being reckless. Which caused a shouting match.
“Me reckless? Damian, you threw yourself in the line of fire!” you shouted.
“At least I didn’t get hurt!” He countered. You rolled your eyes and started walking to the cave’s elevator. “Where do you think you’re going?!?!”
“Somewhere where I don’t have to see your face!” Damian followed you and before you could get on the elevator he pulled you towards him.
“You need to rest stay here,” he said. The rest of the family were by the computer looking at you two. Deciding whether or not to interrupt.
“Damian what do you care if I’m hurt or not?!?! You certainly didn’t care when we first met!”
“Because I….”
“Because you what, Wayne?!?” Damian sighed and just stood there, avoiding your stare. You scoffed and stormed to the elevator.
That was one of the many fights that had happened. Each getting worse. In the end, he did admit his feelings for you but you had “already” moved on. In reality, you haven’t moved on. You just decided to live in denial. And Damian… Damian did move on.
After the last fight, he had met Kylie and they started dating a week later. It surprised everyone, even you. Kylie and Damian were complete opposites.
A knock interrupted Damian’s thoughts. He turned towards the door and immediately his eyes widen. “Beloved, what are you doing here?”
Kylie walked into the room and closed the door. She leaned on the door and sighed. The wedding was supposed to start in ten minutes and she was not dressed. Her hair was up in a messy bun. she was wearing one of Damian’s t-shirts and some sweats. She didn’t look like she was getting married.
“Dami… Are you sure about this?” she asked.
Damian walked to her and gently cupped her face. “Of course I’m sure I want to marry you. Why wouldn’t I?”
Kylie pulled away from his touch and crossed her arms. “I know you have feelings for y/n.”
Damian opened his mouth to protest but she raised her hand to cut him off. “Please don’t deny it. Every time one of your brother’s brings her up your eye’s light up like a little kid’s on Christmas. Whenever she’s around you’re either happier than usual or sad and you tend to avoid her if you can,“ Kylie said. “What happened? Why aren’t you with her?”
Damian backed away from Kylie and rubbed the back of his neck. “I… After a fight I confessed and… and we just stopped talking… so I just assumed she didn’t share those feelings.”
Kylie took off her engagement ring and gave it to Damian, who took it back in shock. “My first guess is that she didn’t know how to deal with you randomly telling her how you feel. My second guess is that she felt the same for you and probably still does.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Damian said.
Kylie took Damian’s hands in her’s and said, “Go after her. I’ll cancel the wedding.”
“But I can’t do that to you!” Damian exclaimed. Kylie rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Damian I can’t be happy knowing you aren’t. You have sacrificed so much being Robin you deserve at least a happy ending with the girl you truly love.”
Damian and sighed and kissed Kylie on the cheek. “What are you going to tell the guests?”
“I’ll leave that to Jason. Now go!” She said pushing Damian out of the room. Damian ran out of the room pushing past his brothers, father, and best friend. They all looked at him confused but when they saw r/g/f smiling they understood.
You observed the city from on top of Wayne Enterprises. The city was buzzing life. You continued observing until your eyes landed on one of Gotham’s churches. You looked away and walked to the other side of the building. In a couple of hours, Damian and Kylie would be married and it would be all over the news. One of the many cons of dating or being a Wayne.
You sat down on the edge of the building and closed your eyes. It was a miracle security hasn’t caught you, but then again it isn’t. You slowly opened your eyes when you heard footsteps approaching you.
Once the footsteps stopped behind you, someone cleared their throat. You slowly backed away from the ledge and stood up. “Can I help you?” you asked the person. Not turning to face them.
“Actually you can, y/n.”
You turned around and you looked at Damian in surprise. “What… What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be getting married?”
“About that…. Kylie canceled the wedding….”
You tilted your head in confusion. “Why?”
“Uh, she… she told me to… y/n I can’t marry her knowing that I still have feelings for you.”
“Yes, you can.”
Damian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I meant. y/n I love you not Kylie.”
You stood there in shock. This was the second time he told you he loved you. Except for this time, it was a bit more convincing.
“Can you say something? Please?”
“I…Seriously?!?! You could be happy with Kylie!”
“I don’t think you heard what I said did you?”
You scoffed and looked at Damian. He was being honest. “Damian… I love you too, but…”
“But?”
“I’m not starting a relationship with you until we clear this up with everyone.”
“Deal.”
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Running Late - Jason Todd x Reader
You weren’t particularly sure how you were feeling. Feelings were always so changeable and easily manipulated. Who knows what could be influencing your brain at the moment.
Maybe it was the fact your name was commonly associated with the Red Hood’s, and everyone liked to fixate on your friendship, how having a connection with Jason must mean something.
If everyone thought it meant something, then it probably did, which meant you were being oblivious and in denial.
But if it didn’t mean anything, then you were easily influenced and stupid.
You were confused.
It all started with simple and small things. Finding out a member of the Batfam you’d never met was in town and unaccepted. Taking some homemade pancakes over to combat Alfred's awful ones (Tim had told you he’d taken some over before and it had led to a bonding chat between brothers)
“Most of Bruce’s people don’t ring the doorbell.” He’d eyed you up, lingering at the bag of Waffle’s, and raising his eyebrow. His brain was turning, and he was trying to work out why you’d be at his safehouse.
“I have manners.” you motioned forward, “And usually when someone brings you a gift of food you let them in to eat some of it with you.”
“Who are you?”
“(Y/N),” you shrugged, “Met Cass in the roof of the ballet hall fighting demon zombies, saved Tim’s ass, trained by Kate Kane, now a part-time member of the family.”
“And what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to say hey.”
“You’ve said hey.”
“And talk, you’re in town, we’ll run into each other and work together, and you can’t work together without some sense of trust. Now let me in so we can get to know one and other.”
He finally opened the door and stepped aside. You hadn’t thought it would go that well.
You started using some of Tim’s tech to randomly hack into the comm in his helmet. Just for random chats and to exchange information. He needed more help than he liked to admit and having you just randomly pop up stopped him from having to ask.
Other people started to notice how much you were talking when you’d randomly start laughing during a fight, and they’d look to see who was online, only to see his logo and a locked conversation. Then there would be the occasional comment where one of you would reference something only the other understood.
Randomly singing the Red Robin theme tune.
Something about a purple alien brain that exploded into sparkles
Then there was the time you disappeared for a week to do a mission with the outlaws.
Then the month you were gone.
The three weeks Jason spent in Gotham - completely avoiding most of his family. Avoiding his family didn’t mean they didn’t see you two around (both in costume and without)
“Your ability to randomly show up and disappear is extremely useful and extremely annoying.” you joked, unlocking the door to his safehouse.
“Annoying?”
“I never know exactly where you are, or when you’re going to appear and terrify my date.” you referenced when Jason walked up to you outside a bar earlier in the week.
“That was a date?”
“Maybe? I don’t know, the dude and I had been vibing for a while, and it was the first time we’d been out just the two of us.”
“You could’ve told me to go away.”
“That would’ve been rude!”
“Nah, I would’ve got it.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“I so would!”
“I guess I’ve been replaced.” you mocked. “Dramatically sigh, I came back to this, back to life, all that energy!”
“Don’t insult me.” he genuinely seemed upset, and you knew you’d hit a nerve without meaning to. You’d really only meant it as a joke.
“You’re irreplaceable, Jace,”
“Don’t try and backtrack.”
“Making fun of you - JOKINGLY, and admitting that I’d rather be out with you isn’t backtracking.”
“Ha! So you’re happy I broke up your date.”
“Eh, don’t know, you’re more fun, I mean you’re my friend, so of course you’re fun. Plus, like I said, it’s impossible to know when I’m going to see you.”
“Come on my next big job with me.”
“I have a job you know, I can’t just disappear and be an outlaw whenever.”
“Then plan it, run away with me for a bit. Use your holiday slots or something.”
“I’ll think about it.” you rolled your eyes. You couldn’t just disappear for months. You had too many friends and family who needed you in Gotham - and your past few random trips had got you the reputation of unreliable. You needed to fix that.
“I’m gonna leave tonight.” He turned away from you and started picking up things he’d want to take with you.
“Without talking to Bruce?”
“I don’t want to talk to Bruce.”
“You never want to talk to Bruce.”
“See you next time.”
“Come home soon.”
The conversations between you both continued but you didn’t actually see Jason for a long time, and eventually, the talks took a pause. Everyone still spoke about you both - how (Y/N) could ask Jason about something, how (Y/N) is always talking to him so we know he’s fine Bruce, how (Y/N) and the Red Hood had done this or done that, or had some special intel thanks to a mission they’d finished quickly.
You didn’t have the heart to tell the family you hadn’t actually spoken to him in a while. It would make them worry, and if Jason wanted to be invisible, he’d have a reason. Any bats looking for him could screw up a job, get him killed or captured.
It bothered you.
Not speaking.
Knowing he was probably out there having a lot of fun and you weren’t part of it. That you were in Gotham. That Jason was avoiding his family, and you’d somehow got forgotten too.
You missed him. His sarcastic and over dramatic comments. The creative way he’d describe people.
How smart he actually was.
Maybe you didn’t miss the brooding, and the darkness, but you always felt like he’d never been that dark around you. Perhaps he was kinda lying to you, never showing you the person everyone else saw - but all that meant is other people started to see him the way you did.
Steph had asked if you were dating and Dick had definitely tried to eavesdrop the conversation.
You hadn’t even thought about Jason and you that way before then. But now you were all confused. Missing him. Thinking about him. Worrying and wanting to hear his voice. Thinking about all the moments from everyone else’s perspective and reading into everything both of you had ever done.
When you were in New York for an investigation, you spotted a Red Helmet on the top of a skyscraper.
You’d been at a Wayne Event, and rushed to the roof of your building to wave.
He swung over instantly, pulling off the hood for a second to smirk.
“What’s got you so pretty - that boyfriend took you on a trip or something?”
“Maybe.”
“So you’d run away with Mister Boring but not me?”
“Mister Boring? I never said he was boring.”
“You said I was more fun.”
“What does it matter,” you rolled your eyes and looked up at the sky. “I’m here for Bruce actually. And I ditched the kinda boyfriend a while ago.”
“Oh.”
“You’d know if you ever bothered to check in.”
“I thought you’d be too busy.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
There was an odd pause as you just kind of looked at each other.
“So what are you doing in New York?” you broke the silence
“Exploring towns to settle down in a bit more,” he spoke quietly.
“Are you kidding me? What does New York have that Gotham doesn’t?”
“No Batman.”
“Seriously? Just talk to him! Don’t you want to be able to have a family?” he lowered his head slightly.
“You don’t understand the situ-”
“I do understand! Tim wants to know you, Dick’s always told you he’s open to talking, Cass could use someone like you to look to int he darker moments, Damian and you are so similar! I’m stuck getting side eyes from everyone because you gave me a chance.”
“You were different.”
“How?”
“You never looked at me like I was the Red Hood, the dead Robin.”
“You gave yourself that title.”
“And?”
“If you wanna wear that label, go ahead, but wear it with pride, and don’t think you can blame everyone else for thinking about you that way. The Joker’s old identity, The Joker big win over Batman - it’s not negative unless you make. Yes, you got taken down, but you came back. ‘Bruce’s biggest mistake’ didn’t come back from the dead, you, a human person, did. Maybe what happened was a mistake, but you’re the one choosing to let it stay that way.”
“He’d never accept me and I’m not changing.”
“I’m not saying you need to change. Play by your own rules whenever you like. Call yourself the black sheep, but realise you’re the only one thinking about you that way. And, realise the mistake wasn’t you, it was driving you away. Fix the mistake by coming home. Get over the differences and know that there’s far more love in your life than hate. Your brothers and sister want you in their life.”
“It’s too late.”
“It’s never too late.” you got a text that told you to return to the party. You turned and opened the door leading down the stairs and into a giant glass meeting room. “Never.”
A few weeks later, a heavy knock came from your apartment door, and a Jason - holding homemade Waffle’s was waiting for you.
A beautifully warm feeling filled your body up. Seeing him, walls down and coming to you of his own accord. Just Jason. Hands touching for a second as you took the bag of waffles, sparked sending shivers up your arm. He’d made you wait, nothing for weeks, but he was here.
“Bring me home?”
“Happily.”
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Bite Me - Tim Drake x Reader
Requested by @astressedwriter : “For the sexual tension thing, ""bite me." With Tim drake ?? Love you! ❤” (ILY2, thank you for the request!)
A/N: Hello my dudes! I am here with another Tim story. (You have only done two, you dumb ass.) I’m kinda annoyed with how long this took but I’m happy on how this played out even though I wrote way more than I was expecting to for this. (Though this did come out more angsty rather than sexual tension-y, so sorry about that, but I tried 😅.) Anyway, hope you guys enjoy and be sure to let me know what you guys think! Love Y'all. Also, I hope all my fellow Floridians up in Panhandle are safe and sound because it looks extremely ugly up there and I know hurricanes are no fun at all. Good luck my dudes, please stay safe and be careful!
Now to say that you didn’t get along with Red Robin was a major understatement. From the minute you guys were introduced, to this very second, you guys hated each other. The two of you just butted heads constantly, it wasn’t as apparent in the beginning but things slowly escalated as the months passed and it just got to the point the two of you couldn’t even be in the same room as the other.
You both were the smartest people on the team, but other than that you were polar opposites. He was more reserved and intensive, so focused on his work that he wouldn't stop for anything to make sure a case is solved. While you, on the other hand, were more energetic but laid back and was generally the type of person who would make sure all your friends were happy and healthy.
The final nail on the coffin though was your quick friendship with the devil himself, Damian. Oh, man were the two of you annoying, your guy’s friendship was literally a giant hate on Tim Drake club, and it seriously pissed him off. Plus, what kind of maniac could befriend Satan as fast as you did? Like what kind of crazy person are you?
But it was so damn hard to get you out of his mind, it was nearly impossible. You were there in the back of his mind, you were there at the forefront of his brain and you were there in the Cave way too much for his liking. Then on the other hand, you were no better, what thoughts went through his mind also went through yours and none of you had an absolute clue about it. Like it got to the point where you just don’t want to care anymore but here you were, going back to thinking he looked kinda cute with his focused gaze on the screen.
At this point, the two of you were obsessed with each other but neither of you wanted to admit to themselves, let alone with each other.
But the rest of the team, they just knew that something was going on between the two of you. While a couple ignored it to the best of their ability, others may or may not have made bets about whether or not they would either punch each other then kiss, or kiss then punch each other. Damian was a part of the ignore it at all costs and it might go away group. Then on the opposite side of the spectrum was Dick who was just praying at this point for you two to just kiss and make up already. Of course, there is also the Chaotic Neutral, Jason who really loved watching you guys go at each other’s throats, but also wants you guys to see that you both like each other. Everyone else was just scattered throughout the spectrum.
Either way, you guys were a frequent topic of conversation. This would also triple when Dick would pair the two of you for missions. To you, it felt like a punishment because don’t you see that me and him just can’t stand each other?! Was the main thought process that had gone through your mind. The same thought process was going through his. Today was one of those days.
This operation though was on an increase of gang activity around an abandoned elementary school on the edge of Gotham from some of Black Mask’s men. Everyone knew that there was something not right there so you guys were sent to go investigate to go see what was going down and to put a stop to it.
So sucking up your pride you guys go on your mission, but the entire time it was silent between the two of you. At this point, it was just unsettling to you, as the noiselessness of anything had always put you on edge. The entire ride to the mission’s destination there was completely soundless, not even the radio was on to help distract you from him.
Basically, your entire thought process was focused on him. So you observed him as he drove. You notice his jaw clenching after a while, but his focus never left the road. Was it weird that you wanted a little of that attention on you? Yeah probably, you thought.
What you didn’t know was that he was barely focused on the road, he might have been driving the car but his brain was studying the body language the body language off yours in the passenger side of the car that he saw at the corner of his eye. He knew that you were staring at him, he could feel your gaze piercing his face as he drove. Tim for a moment felt slightly giddy but he pushed those feelings down as he thought you were making a million insults about him and his imperfections. That gave a very bitter taste in his mouth.
“What.” He says, annoyance and a slight venom burning through his words.
With the silence broken by him, it left you a little clueless. “Huh? I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re staring holes into my head, what unpleasant thought is going through your pretty little-deranged head right now?” At this you scoff at his pettiness, eyes scrunching in displeasure.
You let out a harsh groan. “Who the hell said I was even thinking about you?”
“You’re undivided attention,” His eyes never left the road as you neared the abandoned school where the case led you to. “You have that face whenever you and the demon spawn start talking trash.”
“Woah, you’re completely full of yourself, Drake.” You state, annoyance and sarcasm filling your voice.
“(L/N), that's all you do when I’m around.” His glare maybe on the road but it is directed towards you. “You guys are the literal hate on me club.” Well, that threw you back a bit.
“My dude, you do that to me all the time.” You were feeling pretty vulnerable now “Complaining about me to Bruce behind my back. Picking my insecurities one by one when you want to make me squirm. Hell, you did this the first time I ever went out on patrol with you guys.”
That made him pause. “Okay, first of all, I didn’t complain-”
“Okay fine, you bitched your heart out of your pretty mouth.” You interrupt as he pulled into the school, crossing your arms across your chest, moving your gaze in front of you.
“No, I didn’t!” He exclaims as he parks the car.
“Yeah, you did!” With that, he turns to you with furry in his eyes only to meet to yours with as much anger.
“Why do you always have to always tell me I’m wrong?!”
“Why do you always have to contradict me?!”
“Why do you always have to make me feel like I’m doing something wrong?!”
“Why do you hate me so much?!” You both yelled at each other, and for a moment everything was still, both yours and Tim’s eyes opening to each other for the first time.
Tim opens his mouth to say something but nothing escapes his lips.
Having enough of this game, you look away sliding your mask down your face and unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing over your costume. You let your eyes wander back to him, seeing him do the same after a couple seconds. You even caught him glancing over at you too, but there wasn’t any malice there anymore.
Before you left the car, you whisper, “I don’t hate you.” Then before Tim could say anything you exit the car, leaving the conversation behind, your heart feeling lighter but at the same time being dragged back to him.
Yet you put it to the back of your head, getting your game face on, with the now dressed Red Robin following behind you.
Fast forward an hour or two later you and Tim after finding the base inside and putting a stop to the weapons operation there take down the operation. It was an extremely hard fight. Harder than any of you honestly expected but you guys took it down.
When it was finally over though, the two of you were out of breath. On the way back to the car you were extremely quiet and were lagging a good bit behind him. It was definitely out of character for you, and given the “conversation” you had with Tim before the mission, he felt something was off.
“(S/N)?” He questions, turning around and expecting to see your tired self walking behind him.
He saw you on the ground on your knees, grasping your side with one hand and trying to keep yourself up with the other.
Now your fatal flaw was making sure that you were a help instead of a burden. You felt the agony of the bullet puncturing into your body, embedding itself into your side. But you couldn’t stop fighting, you might die but so could Tim if you stopped so you kept going, the battle ending a few moments later. But you were having trouble as you tried to stay standing as long as you could, putting a hand to the slowly spreading stain of blood on your uniform, trying to steady your breathing so you could follow without letting Tim know.
Tim ran right for you, removing your hand to see the damage then cursing under his breath as he sees it, then immediately picking you up and dashing towards the car. Opening the door putting you inside, running around the car to get in and dashing back towards the cave.
“I’m sorry,” You mutter as he speeds across Gotham to Wayne Manor, fear shaking your voice across the car. “For everything.”
He could barely hear you, and it really scared him in a way he didn’t think possible. “Don’t say that like you’re dying (Y/N), that’s not going to happen.”
You chuckle, but there was no humor behind it, just pain. “Bite me, Drake.”
You could barely hear him at this point, your senses fading as you neared the Cave.
You were completely unconscious by the time Tim got you there.
It was a miracle that you even made it there alive. An even bigger one that you made it through the night in the infirmary. Hell, you shouldn’t really be breathing right now.
But you were and even though you were alive, it took a couple of days to wake up, then about a week until you were able to stand up and walk around. The healing process was a long one, but it was much better than being dead was your thought process throughout.
A couple months after the incident and you were back to fighting crime, and it was like coming home for the first time in years. God, you missed the freedom it gave you, the wind in your hair and the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
One thing that put you slightly off was that you now had a shadow in the shape of Red Robin trailing a couple rooftops behind you.
Now throughout the time that you were unconscious, he was with you almost the whole day according to Damian. (Who wasn’t happy about it, like at all.) But when you woke up, he faded into the background, trying to distance himself from you as much as possible. It wasn’t about hate anymore, no it was about guilt. Yet, he was never too far away from you, and this put you on edge, and maybe even a little remorseful on how you handled the situation back then.
With a sigh leaving your lips, you turn around just staring at him across the roofs in between the two of you. “I didn’t realize that I ordered a stalker by mistake.” It wasn’t said with annoyance but with a witty twist to it.
“You know, you do realize that you don’t order stalkers right?” He says with a dry chuckle as he jumps across to the rooftop your standing on.
“I know, but given the situation, it kinda feels like it.” You state, watching him walk across to you.
“Why do you say that?” He had a feeling he knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it.
“Because it was my fault that I got shot and didn’t tell you about it until it was almost too late.” Okay, he got what you were saying but he didn’t like it.
“No it’s more on me than anything,” He says, resting his arms on the side of the building and facing the city lights. “I was the one who started the fight in the car beforehand and threw us both off our game.”
“I sure as hell didn’t help that, I was about ready to chew your head off.” You state, turning to face the view.
“Yeah, but nothing new there.” It wasn’t cruel when he said it if anything it was a joke and the growing smile on his face showed it.
You laugh, oh two can play at that game, you thought. “And you looked like you were ready to shoot lasers from your eyes.”
“While you were staring holes in the side of my head,” He says mid-laugh. “I thought you were planning on figuring out a way to help Damian shave my head in my sleep or something.”
You scoff, giggling soon after. “I plead the fifth on the involvement of that one.”
“Doesn’t mean you weren’t involved.”
“Bite me, Red. I didn’t say that I did and I didn’t say that I didn’t.” Your eyes travel to him as you speak, catching his eyes staring into yours.
It was quiet for once as if the world had held its breath for the second time in the past couple of months just to see what would transpire between the two of you. Then when the moment passed with both of your eyes locked together, ever so slowly you both lean in and when your lips finally meet, it felt like the universe shifted. Not in the bad cataclysmic way, but in a way to let the light shine through on the both of you.
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Bats vs Supers
Prompt : It’s like your blood have these gene to fight the Super family. Like, what could possibly go wrong when the Supers go to the Manor?
A/N : Grammar mistakes of course. It’s actually Jason x reader, but meh.
Pairing : Batfam x Reader vs. Superman/ Jon / Supergirl
Warnings: swearing, tiny families differences, fight(? , ends in fluff
You couldn't believe your eyes, your father, aka, Batman vs Superman were going to beat their shit, again... but this time you knew exactly what happened, you knew it was going to be hilarious one day, but right now, you were scared.
To be honest, you were tired of this, you were tired of their fights, really, they were like 10. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent could fight over a freaking cookie and turn the world upside down if they wanted, like if they just wanted to fight each other, oh and don't talk about how your dad's behavior after those fights, he was like the broken-hearted girl friend who didn't want to talk to him. At first it amazed you that he was actually the Batman, but now you just wanted to slap their perfect faces.
Rain was soaking your clothes as your hands were holding a wild Damian ready to punch Jon's face. Seriously God, why did you deserve all of these shit, today?!
Your gaze went straight to Kara in front of you, she was more than pissed, but she was enjoying every minute of this fight. Her hands were holding Jon tighter, you could easily said after seeing the holes under Jon's shoes. Well, heck. You said to yourself.
"What? You can even hold your tiny mini-me?" Kara said with a smirk when Damian was trying to escape your arms.
"Oh hell you didn't said that!" You and Damian said in one voice, both of your anger raised and for sure, your father and Clark were in the same page.
Three hours ago
"I don't get it Bruce, why do I have to stay?!" you told Bruce as you walked behind him through the Manor.
"I can’t hold Damian, but you can" he said not turning around.
"I'm not a nana Bruce... and I know Dick it's the ultimate babysister here" you told him with a chuckle.
"Y/N. Dick, Tim and Jason are busy, you are the only one around..." he told you while he searched for Alfred.
"Well... that's not true, what about Cass, Steph and Barbara?" you asked him.
"Y/N he is your brother"
"And?"
"And I need you this time, that's it"
"What if I go with Damian to somewhere else while you deal with Super-family"
"You know what happens when I’m alone, with Clark, Y/N"
"So, there's no other option, we are staying I liked it or not, right?" you told him with a scoff.
"And I think lady Y/N's detective genes are blooming" Alfred said when he walked inside the room.
"Y/N go for Damian, see you both here in 10, we gotta prepare everything" Bruce said while turning to Alfred.
"Are you kidding me?! Look for Damian it's like a living 'Where's Waldo?' " you said with a scoff.
"Tim found him in less than 10 minutes" Bruce said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, it was your clue to ran in search for Damian, you had to break that record.
"Always works" Bruce said with a chuckle.
"Actually, no one has found Damian in less than 10 minutes" Alfred said with smile.
"She doesn't have to know that" Bruce said with a tiny laugh.
"Why we have to go?!" Jon and Kara said in one voice as they look at Clark walking around.
"Aren't you friends with Y/N and Damian?" Clark said with a raised eyebrow.
Both of the looked at each other as they thought for seconds.
"We are friends... for minutes without fighting" Kara said while rolling her eyes.
"Damian always fights dad, he's my friend... but he always do that" Jon said with a sad smile.
"Well, that makes three of us.. okay look, I need both of you, you know how Bruce and I fight over tiny things, so maybe, if our family is with us, maybe, we can avoid a fight, again" Clark said with a sigh.
“So why you don’t go with Lois?” Kara asked with a raised eyebrow
“She has work to do, but she will be there later” Said Clark with a smile.
"And what are we supposed to do?" Kara asked confused.
"Just, don't fight, please" Clark said with a pleading face.
"After these, I want a giant ice cream" Jon said with a stern face.
"I agree with Jon, so we want a double giant ice cream" said Kara with a smile.
"Deal, but no fights" Clark said with a smile.
"Is that a plane?"
"Is that a bird?"
"Wait no?! That's- Oh damn, I really wanted to be another thing, but you guys, are okay... I guess" Damian said after his eyes recognized the super family.
Bruce hit the back of his head with a face that clearly said ‘Damian, shut up’. So you chuckled after Damian’s face ‘You know it’s true, father’. God, you loved your family.
"I thought you were pretty robins, but you are just, flying rats" Jon said with a smirk.
“Jon” Clark said in his dad’s voice.
“What?! you know it’s true, you have said it yourself“ Jon said without thinking and the three of you looked at Clark shocked.
"Good to see you Bruce, shall we start?" Clark said trying to avoid the fight.
You looked at your dad and you saw his clenched jaw. He was trying not to start an argument.
"Yeah, come in" Bruce said trying to stay calm
The super family stepped inside the Major and your eyes locked with Kara's. You gotta be fucking kidding me, you thought to yourself, of all the people in the world, she came. Your friendship with her was really strange, sometimes you could be best friends and go out laughing and other days you were actual fighting with her, just like your dad. It was strange, just that.
"It's going to be the longest dinner of our lives" You told Damian after the super family walked in front of you, leaving you with Damian behind.
"Tt, father made a bet with me, sister" Damian told you with a playful smirk.
"oh, really? Today I won one, Tim is going to be pissed" you told him with another smirk.
"Father made a bet with me about the super brat fam" Damian said with a smirk, he knew you pretty well. Little jerk.
"What about it?" you asked him curious while you both start walking behind your guests.
"Don't punch them" Damian told you with a wide smile, damn. He knew you, and damn, you wanted to won that bet too, but it was actually difficult with Kara here.
"What's the prize?" You asked Damian, maybe you could break that bet.
"We can have a new pet" He told you with another smile.
"Deal, no punching" you said with a smirk, you couldn't let this pass, you wanted a pet.
After an hour talking, finally Bruce and Clark were ending, peacefully. Well, in all that full hour many things were said between everyone, stupid things actually, you punched multiple times Damian's leg when he was about to start a fight with Jon, and it was ridiculous, he wanted to fight the boy because he pet Titus or because he took the last cookie (well, you understand that part, Alfred cookies are a treasure).
In other hand, your father's and Clark's jaws were clenched, they might be talking peacefully, but they were more than pissed.
And well, Kara was playing with few sentences around you, and of course Damian kicked you many times under the table to not fight her, she was talking about how good she was, she could lift cars, she could fly, she didn't need any of your toys to fight. You were more than ready to stab her with the fucking fork, until Bruce looked at you with a Bat glare.
So you tried to stay calm, your hand was clutching the cloth in your hands trying comfort your anger, you looked at Bruce hands and you chuckled, he was doing the same, you looked at Damian and he was doing the same thing, you wanted to laugh, this was a strong game for the Wayne's.
Who will crack first?
"Well, for the record Bruce, by far this has been a pretty calm evening" said Clark with a smile.
"Are you saying that it's weird that we stay calm?" Bruce said curious.
No, Dad please stop. You thought as you looked at your father with wide eyes.
"Well, calm isn't the word that could define a 'Wayne' " Kara said as if it meant nothing, how wrong she was, she was reaching the point of no return.
"What word will be the best for a 'Wayne' then?" you asked her with a raised eyebrow and Damian looked at you the same way you looked at Bruce before.
"Drama Queens" Damian heard Jon said under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what did you said farm boy?" Damian said with a curious look.
"I can be a farm boy, at least I'm not a flying creepy rat" Jon said with a scoff
Oh hell, they were getting there.
"There goes our calm evening" Clark said under his breath.
"Tell me if I'm wrong, but I could swear you are implying that my kids are breaking your 'calm evening' " Bruce said with anger in his voice.
"Bruce, I don't mean that! But now this is nothing but calm!" Clark said with a scoff and both of his eyebrows went high until they reached his hairline.
"For the record Clark, your family was the one who started" Bruce said with a smirk
"Don't you dare to blame us, Bat" Clark said with a scoff, but you knew he was getting pissed.
"But I dare, because you are in my house Clark, and all night your family had play with mine to get in our nerves" said Bruce with a glare.
"WE never start fights, Bruce" Clark said getting more pissed.
"Oh, really? guess what? your boy dug his grave when he called Damian 'flying rat' and so far Y/N it's not less than Kara" Bruce said and you and Damian looked at your father, you were more than proud.
"Really, Bruce? two can play the same game. Your family always fights mine, no matter what, over a cookie or death glare contest! We were here to discuss your problem with the Joker and the Scarecrow! not our families!" Clark said with a glare.
"My problem with those two it's mine and not yours! we were here to discuss all the villain out there, alien" Bruce said with a smirk because, everyone knew, Clark hated that word.
"You want to fight Joker lover, bring it" Clark said as he raised up.
"Dad no..." you told Bruce before he raised, he looked at you and Damian, you were not going to crack over them.
"What Y/N, do you agree that your father loves the Joker?" Kara said and well, you crack there.
"You know Dad?, do your own business while I make mines" you said and Bruce and you stand up beside him.
"Tt, Sister" Damian told you while his hand grabbed your bicep "We can't break the bet" he told you under his breath.
"Aren't you old enough to deal with your own problems, demon?" Jon asked with a chuckle.
"Nevermind, sis" Damian told you as he glared at Jon.
"Master Bruce, I will not stand this again" Alfred said and everyone looked at him "Cleaning the Manor it's exhausting, deal with your differences outside" He told everyone as he leaved the dinner room.
And so, that's why you are outside the Manor, trying to hold Damian the longest time you can, you thought that maybe you could chill things, but no, your family has no chill, and more less when these super fam is trying to die.
"Your sister can hold you forever!" Jon said with, literal, red eyes.
"You know what? he's right" you told Damian and you free him.
In matter of seconds they were fighting each other on the ground, and soon you felt someone grabbing you by your hoodie, you looked at Kara and she had red eyes too.
"It doesn't surprise me, you can't fight like a human" you told her with a scoff.
"Let's fight your way then, but no toys Y/N" she told you and soon her eyes were blue again.
You didn't gave her time to react, you gave her a punch right in her face, oh she didn't saw that coming, and it was glorious for you, finally you did what you craved.
"Bring it, Supergirl" you told her with a shitty grin
And it was her sign to start fighting against you. You can’t lie, fighting against someone like her was hard, really hard, this guys doesn't get tired as a normal people, because of course, they're not, but you were trying your best to act like them. Your father was right, this was your home, and you will not lose in it.
One hour of punching, kicking and screaming and still you were on your feet. Blood was coming from your lip, eyebrows, hairline and nose, you had some bruises and your body grew tired every passing second, but looking at Kara made you feel better, you really did a great job, I mean, she could be all fresh with some dust in her hair, but you really had an actual fight with her. Damian and Bruce were doing their best too, what could you say? you have been all your life training and -
"What the fuck is happening?!" you heard Dick's voice and you turned around.
You shouldn't had done that, never give your back to your enemy. Kara launched herself to you, pinning you down and holy fuck, you must have pissed her off, because she was ready to make a big hole in your head.
Someone took her away from you, Dick of course and he tried to calm her, you sit on the ground, but seconds after you felt someone carrying you inside the Manor, but you didn't fight any longer, you were tired, your were bleeding, you knew you were in Jason's arms so, why fight?
Your eyes looked at Tim trying to hold Damian while the Super boy (that Jackass, but other story for another time), trying to pull Jon away from Damian. It was pretty funny when you thought about it. Then your gaze drifted to your father, he was being pulled away by Alfred while Lois was trying to calm Clark.
"Care to explain?" Jason told you after he settle you on the couch, he went from some First Aid kit and return to clean your wounds.
"Hello my love, good to see you too... really need an explanation? We always fight" you told him with a chuckle.
"I know the fighting thing, but this time you all came too far" Jason told you before he started stitching up your eyebrow. "For the record, I love you too" he told you with a smile.
"Drake! Put me down!" you heard Damian's voice coming closer.
Tim placed Damian beside you and you chuckled when you saw him, he had the deepest frown on his face, he was way too cute when he was mad.
"Who won?" you asked your brother with a half smile, Jason was still patching your wounds so you tried not to groan at the pain.
"You really need an answer, Sis? I always- "
"That's enough! We leave you for hours. HOURS and you already did a freaking war in the backyard! What's wrong with you!?" Dick said walking inside the room.
You looked at Damian and you felt a little bad, you really made a chaos in hours just because some stupid words.
"Alfred I don't need more scolding!" you heard your father's voice.
Everyone looked at the door, Alfred came in, holding Bruce by his ear (you live for this moments), he placed Bruce beside Damian. The three of you were a bloody mess, Jason gave you a kiss on your forehead before he got up. Tim, Dick, Alfred and Jason were looking at the three family members on the couch.
"Master Bruce. I know you tend to fight with Mr. Kent, but this time you ALL went too far." he said with with a tired voice. "it is your home, but they are your guest, sir. You can't treat them like that. Clean up and apologize to them" Alfred said.
There wasn't a single force on Earth that could fight Alfred, he was always right and so you all felt more guilty. You thought about your actions and you felt more and more bad with yourself, you really need it to apologize to the Supers.
Jason helped with your wounds while Dick helped Damian. Tim was with Bruce. Alfred went outside the room, he was going to apologize to the Clark's family, but he stopped himself when he heard Lois doing that job.
Minutes later the three of you came out from the room, 'cleaner' than before. And you looked at the family in front of you. You wanted to make a winning-dance, when you saw Kara's face but you hold it, this wasn't the time.
"I want to apologize for our behavior, Clark. We went too far" Bruce said and he looked at you and Damian, like 'Help me here, Batman never do apologies'
"You might be in our home, but that doesn't give us the right to treat you like, well, like we did back there" You told them with a half smile.
You looked at your side, Damian was still not having any of these shit, so you nudged him with your elbow.
"Yeah, we are sorry, okay? we truly apologize" He told them with a serious tone, you were amazed by that, to be honest.
"Hey, we are in the same ground here, we didn't have the right to said all those things or to get in your nerves" Clark said and Lois smiled at his husband.
Minutes passed from apologies and some few chats between the families. But they realized it was time to leave. The Bat family arrived to the room as Alfred said few scolding but ending with a speech about how proud he was with the ending of the troubles. Jason tangled his hand with yours as he kissed your temple.
"So, next time you are going to fight her?" Jason told you with a chuckle
"Well, I don't know, I hope I do, it's a really good chance to train" you told him with another chuckle.
"Well, as long as you don't get close to that brat Super Boy, I'm fine with that" Jason told you with a smile.
"Jealous much, Todd?" you asked him with a smirk
"Me? I'm never jealous" he said with a scoff
"Tt so you don't care I gave Y/N's number to Jon? That Super Boy asked him for it" Damian said while sitting beside you.
"You did what, demon?!" Jason said with eyes wide open.
"What? you said you weren't jealous" Damian said with a smirk, he leaned his head in your shoulder and you smiled.
"Please! Don't fight right now! I really want to watch this show!" said Tim when he placed himself beside Jason.
"The only show you will see is how I kick the Demon's ass" Jason said with a hiss.
"Touch him and you will regret it, Todd" you told him with a playful glare.
"How are the two of you so damn close?" Dick said when he returned with his 'Batman- Lego' pijamas. He made a gesture to Damian to move so he could sit beside him.
"She's my sister, Grayson" Damian said with a glare.
"We are your brothers, Damian" Dick said with a smile.
"Whatever! Don't fight and everyone shut up now!" Tim said having enough of his family.
After all, it was the monthly sleep over for the Bat Family, you were all together watching (Y/F/TVS), nothing in the world could take this away from you. Soon, you and Damian felt asleep, you were more than tired, you don't know how many time passed, but the only thing you knew was that now, you were in Jason's arms, warm and safe.
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catastrophic night. — Dick Grayson x Reader
A/N: Hello, I’m V and love Batboys requests, keep sending them. Thanks. Hope you like it!
Beta: @lyss-91
Request: Hey there! (If you’re still doing asks/requests) could you do a Dick Grayson x reader where by day they’re best friends/crushing on each other and by night reader works for the League of Assassins and they’re enemies? Secret identities, of course😉 thank you! Love your writing!
+ Damian has a sister x brother relationship with Reader
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“Do you have plans for tonight?” You asked in a tedious voice, as if it was just a simple question inside a ordinary conversation. That would probably trick anyone, but not Dick Grayson, the person who had known you for a long time and, of course, is the son of the world’s greatest detective and a detective himseld. Not that you were aware of that Batman’s part.
“(Y/N)…” He tried, knowing exactly what you had in mind. You just rolled your eyes and let your back rest against the chair you were sitting on. Having someone who knew you as deeply as he did was such a blessing, especially when the said someone was your best friend. You often didn’t need to look for pretty words and babble until he found out what was bothering you, Dick somehow was aware of the way you reacted to things. How your feelings worked, most of time. He was very considerate, loving, and sweet. Then, no surprise he was always surrounded by applicants. The former acrobat was full of positive traits in his personality. And the way he looked? Yeah, no way he wouldn’t be everyone’s type.
Which included you. No, it was not part of the plan, falling in love with him was never a situation you looked forward to. You just couldn’t help it. And God, did you demand yourself to stop. Even ignoring him for a couple days, though you weren’t able to keep it up. The way his blue eyes followed every move of yours after one week of avoiding him, somewhere between hurt and confused, trying so hard to find out what happened, if he did something wrong, just too much for you to bare with.
And here you were. In love with the man who had become your best friend, whom was also your well known friend, Damian Wayne’s, brother.
“Come on. Don’t give me that judgmental glare, Golden Boy.” And that subject emerged from nowhere once again. Why couldn’t he just let it off and accept your denial state? “We could pick up Damian and go to McDonald’s. They have a vegetarian hamburger now, and I promised Damian I wouldn’t try it without him."
”(Y/N), I know why you are calling me to go hang out today.“ You sighed, dodging your eyes from his. You wouldn’t admit it. "I know you don’t want to have dinner with him, but you could at least give him a chance.” Since you met your sister’s girlfriend, you were sure something was off with that girl. Amaya, or whatever her real name was, could be very charming with both talking and appearance wise, but her tattoo showed another side of her. The symbol carved on her skin until death screamed a position: League of Assassin’s member. You couldn’t tell Dick about that, clearly. He did not know about your night life, only his youngest brother was acquainted with that small, big information. Yet, you hadn’t tell Damian about that little surprise at home either, as much as he would not be surprised but pissed for you. It was a typical warning from the League, their most gentle way to reminder you to keep your loyalty, to finish the plan. “I trust your instincts, but you can’t just hate the woman your sister is in love with because you felt bad vibes from her. She needs your support.” You had to admit that was such a lame excuse you gave Dick to hate on Amaya, but that was all you had. Wasn’t a completely lie, as well. “Hey.” Grayson put his hand on your cheek, giving you that warm smile that only he could’ve as you finally let your eyes be pleased with the sight of him. “If you want, I could go with you. Maybe call Damian.”
“Thank you, Dick. But you are right, I have to give her a chance. (Y/S/N) does seem happy. And I should be there for here.” You smiled at him, not really going to give Amaya a chance for obvious reasons, like her capacity of murdering your whole family if you blinked the wrong way, but appreciating his sweet support. Dick felt your cheek get bigger on his mouth as you face showed an amused expression, and it made his own corners of the mouth turn up in full happiness. He could literally feel the woman he was in love with showing a lovely grin, that was enough to make his worst day worth every breath. Although you were going to give Amaya a chance and spend time with your beloved family. You would be happy, so would him, then. Even though Dick would miss that meeting at McDonald’s. “Still, McDonald’s tomorrow for lunch?”
“It doesn’t sound very healthy.” He pulled his hand away with a smirk. Both of you missed the touch at the second it was taken off you, but he didn’t want to make it awkward by keeping his hand on your soft skin for too long and you didn’t want to make it weird by asking him to remain there. “I’m in. I will ask Damian to come.”
“Alright. I better go, dinner will be ready soon.” You got up your sit at the snack bar as he followed your moves, a usual gentleman act of his. “See you tomorrow.” You hugged him, receiving his arms around his body in a strong yet soft grip back. That. That felt even safer than learning combat skills from Talia, one of the best fighters you’ve even heard of.
“Text me to let me know how it goes.” Dick referred to Amaya situation and you nodded, letting go of his body another time. You held back the need of pulling him into a second hug and just grabbed your wallet to get some money. Before he could deny it as always, you put a couple dollars on the table. “(Y/N)!”
“I ate too, Dick. I won’t let you pay for it alone, I can pay my bills.” He was about to retort to you, saying it wasn’t what he meant, you just rolled your eyes, fully aware that was not the nature of this. “Don’t fight me on this, Grayson. You will lose, as always.” With a smirk and a wink, you left him.
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Someone who did not always lose when it came to you? Nightwing. Unlike Dick, that guy was a hard obstacle. He knew how to fight and he did that with grace and, as shocking as it seems, jokes. You otherwise used your violence like art, every movement was a brushstroke on the surface of your painting; the combat itself. No funny words slipped from your mouth, only cold, threatening phrases. This was part of your living you couldn’t erase, you would die by its life someday, but not tonight. That night was about killing another one with a mask on.
You had no idea why, as if you ever did need to, the League of Assassins wanted Nightwing, visible Robin’s partner at times, dead as soon as you could lay your sword on him. But it was harder than you would picture. You never wasted your time on mistakes, like letting one of your enemies — League’s Enemies — out of a fight breathing air. Yet here you were, already fighting that moon viligant for weeks. Yes, he was one hell of a fighter, apart from it wasn’t supposed to be so difficult. Talia wouldn’t be amused, she wasn’t by now, Amaya was a walking proof. It was like you had grown soft, sentimental to other people, an aspect that the League absolutely despised. Though, you could not help it. First, seeing Damian able to live a normal life with his father, without being trained continuously to improve his killing capacity at a young age, just craving for his mother’s affection and his grandfather approval. He was happy. The kid was her only string to her own humanity for so long and now he was genuinely happy. Not just satisfied with a new fighting skill or temporarily relaxed while spending time with you, but really daily content with his life.
There was also Dick. He became your best friend when you visited Damian at his new house from the first time. Right, it wasn’t an immediate deep friendship, you two became closer as the months went by and suddenly a year was gone and you two experience what was like a decade of familiarity with each other. He showed you kindness, good, among with Damian, an example of someone who left the League and got a peaceful, great existence. They made you wonder what it would be like to be like this, to have it. You wanted that.
Of course you could see you family when you wanted to, and wasn’t at a mission too far away from the city they lived in aka Gotham, though it wasn’t the same thing as that. You got a kind of vocation to see Damian, how you missed him, but it extended when Nightwing mission came up. It had been a year, time for you to go back to the place which didn’t feel like home, yet was the only you knew as such. Besides, failing denoted Talia herself coming to Gotham, you didn’t want Damian facing his mother at this moment of his life.
Still, Nightwing let out a bad pun before you and him left into the well known comfortableness of the night after another hard, gaining no winners fight.
Damn it.
Text messages
(Y/N), 10:30pm: It was okay. I still do not like her, but I was sympathetic most of the time. Even mom was impressed.
Dick, 10:31pm: Told ya, people can surprise you in a good way.
(Y/N), 10:31pm: They also can surprise you in a bad way.
(Y/N), 10:31pm: Grayson.
Dick, 10:32pm: Yeah?
(Y/N), 11:00pm: Would you hate me if I surprised you in a bad away?
Dick, 11:01pm: I wouldn’t hate you.
(Y/N), 11:03pm: What if it was really a bad surprise?
Dick, 11:04pm: I couldn’t hate you.
Dick, 11:05pm: You are my best friend.
(Y/N), 11:07pm: Don’t let Damian read it.
(Y/N), 11:08pm: You are mine, too.
(Y/N), 11,08pm: Damian is still the first one, thought.
Dick, 11:08pm: I’m hurt now.
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“TT. I do not see any aim on this, (Y/N). Mother is going to be very disappointed if we do not train her new attack position. I must learn it by the sleep of the sun.” Said Damian, the one child around and who were responsible for since he was born. You were the third person to hold him, after Talia and the midwife who helped bringing him to this world. You couldn’t say you raised him, but you did spend a lot of his days together, predominantly training when he wasn’t with his relatives.
“Come on, Damian. It will be cool. You deserve a break, we’ve been traning hard since you could walk. Your first world was katanna.” You tried to persuade him. Damian deserved a piece of his stolen innocence, freedom back, in addition, he was the only person you cared for and trusted here. Then, seeing him obligated to fight with no knowledge on other options, how living actually looked and felt like, was rather a torture that you accepted in silence.
“I do appreciate my blade very much. And training is what made me… Me. I am the Grandson of the Devil, I require you to get up the floor and fight me until one of us beg for mercy while coughs in blood. I—” This kid acted like a grown ass man. It did break your heart a little. He was so young, yet there was no childhood to be seen. It was a right robbed by birth.
“You are getting a break and painting with me.” You stucked with your decision. Even though he didn’t get what you did at his age, you could still give him a little bit of harmless fun. After all, you did owe his one. Damian wasn’t conscious of that, or he did in silent and agreement, but he was your humanity part inside the League. And you were every good intention he ever get directed to him.
“That is useless. It will not help me to increase my fighting skills.” Damian refused, ceptical that would be any help. He was in charge of a mission, turning himself into the best. It was this way since he was born, like mother and grandfather. Having fun or experiencing something because he wanted to was not a main objective or even a thought. “TT. A coloring book? I am not a child, (L/N).”
“Should I remind you your own age, Damian?” You arched an eyebrow. Wasn’t hard to know the ideas inside his head, you just decided to not let those win. “Come on. For me. We are best friends here, aren’t we?” Damian blushed in shame for the old position he’d gave you when he was younger and naiver. “We can train for hours with no stop after that, promise. I also bought some blank papers so you can drawn if you’d wish.” You put your hands up to show you were not lying. The boy watched you for a couple seconds, analyzing.
“TT. Whatever. Since we are training to recover this unnecessary wasted time.” Damian put his sword away with a frown, crossed arms as he sat down in front of you.
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You continued to read your book as you felt a presence in your apartment. For someone who was trained by the League, Amaya surely didn’t show it. You could hear her steps even if you were sleeping, so loud and weak for their criteria.
“I would suggest you to leave my house right now or I am gonna have to clean my carpet.” Oh, here you were. The cold part of your personality consistently appearing in similar situations. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash out blood?”
“I have a message from Talia.” She responded. No emotion found in her voice, unlike the night before at your house, when Amaya talked politely and rubbed your sister’s back as she meant something other than a work to be done. The blood in your veins ran faster, burning like toxic water inside you. It wasn’t fair with your sister that her first real girlfriend, just a little bit before she came out, would be a trained assassin ready to kill her with her hands while she kissed her. She deserve a girl who’d appreciate her, not study her. “You have five nights to end Nightwing, or she is coming to Gotham.”
“Give me one. Tonight it is going to end. You better enjoy the time with me sister while you are capable of.” You turned a page, treating the subject as the insignificant order it was supposed to be.
“I am not weak like you, (L/N). I’m not attached to this people, but you might considered killing your precious Dick as well. Maybe so you will become the golden cold hearted murder you once were, not that piece of garbage who cannot finish a easy job.” Her words dripped envy and for the first time, you raised your head to glare her. Amaya wouldn’t touch Dick, the said facts were the problem. “We were trained to fight, not to feel. Learn that before it is too late.”
“Get out before I get tired of reading and show you how good a tongue can taste when it’s cooked with the right salsa.” There was no necessity for you to get up and show her the exit, with a blink of eye, Amaya was gone.
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“TT. I can’t believe I got Red Hood’s toy.” Damian huffed as he checked the present which came with his food. You grinned, finding this adorable. Dick laughed a bit.
“I know, you’d rather Nightwing. Who wouldn’t?” He winked, an inside joke there made Damian murmur something and started eating his food. Nightwing’s mention, the protector of the moon as you named him at a fight, coming to haunt your thoughts and force your tongue to sneak out.
“So, it’s my last day in town.” You said right way once your when both Dick and Damian were filling their mouths with them. It did not prevent the brothers from wide opening eyes and ‘what!?’s popping up. “Work is calling me.” You explained, giving Damian a significatiful glare. He understood, nooding slight as he look down, a french frie shutting him up before saying something too emotional. Damian was aware that you could not just ignore his mother calling you back, the consequences would be disastrous. Dick otherwise wasn’t conscious of your real work, you just lied about being a photographer who followed the beauty around the world, but he knew it would kick in sometime. Celibate time couldn’t last forever.
“Why didn’t you tell me— us before?” Dick sounded hurt. You took a deep breathe. His side was understandable, you wished you didn’t put him in this position.
“Because they called me by the night of yesterday.” Half lie, half truth. All you were able to offer him, everything you would ever be able to give him. Pieces, never an entirety.
“Is that why you asked me…” Grayson referred to yesterday’s late messaged at midnight.
“Yes. I’m sorry, Dick.” Once again, untruthful letters flying in the air. “I’m sorry, Damian. I really wish I could be here.” You kept your eyes on his green ones, attempting to assure Damian your wish wasn’t leaving him. Never was. He was the closest you had of a family for tropical, astronomical, equinoctial and solar years. He was still as important as a blood related to you.
“I know. But I understand. Be sure to come back, (L/N).” His supercilious reaction appeared as an alert for you. He was sorrowful, willing to not let it show. Exactly like he was teached to.
“Will not disappoint you, best friend.” You said delicate, catching the shine of hold tears in his green eyes.
“(L/N).” Damian nodded and get up. You were ready to do the same and get the most suffocating hug from him.
“Come here.” Opening your arms, you waited for some tender platonic love showing. He didn’t squeeze you as expect. Damian’s chin trembled and you were mindful of him about to cry.
“I need to retain myself to the male toilet for a moment, excuse me.” He announced, his quick steps heading to the bathroom.
“I think I need to talk to him a bit more.” You sniffled, deciding to leave him alone for a minute or two. The boy you almost raised required some time to digest what happened. Your attention was caught by his brother, glaring you intensely. “Dick?”
“I’m sorry, I should be more thoughtful. I know it’s your job and I’m glad you are going to do what you are passionate about again. We will miss you. I will miss you.” He let it out, stitching his neck. Guilty was as clear as the ocean into his eyes.
“I will miss you too. I already am.” You admitted, holding his hand on the table and rubbing it. That was cozy, like swimming in the beach in a hot summer day.
“I never told you that I felt more than just a friend for you. And this may be a horrible timing, but I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” Dick’s hand slowly went from yours to your waist. You could back off at any minute, he was going slow so you would be sure that was what you wanted. Your wants were guaranteed when you smiled, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Dick Grayson, you really enjoy some dramatic moment, don’t you?” You weren’t going to waste your left time with the man you loved being ridiculous enough to try to be cool or indifferent about it. You wanted him to hear it back. “I’m in love with you just as much.” He smiled and ultimately brushed his lips against yours. This soft peck suddenly turning into a deep, emotional kiss. Two of you trying to express love, guilty, miss, everything with that intimate act both had been longing for.
“That definitely will not be the most amusing last record I ever had about you, (L/N).” Damian interrupted, making you and Dick pull away a little. You didn’t really care. The two boys you loved most were here.
“Shut up and come here.” You pulled Damian into a group hug, adoring this moment. It was sad, but it was yours. You could definitely hold that close for a longer time.
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“Master Damian, you have a visitor at the door. The lady says her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she wishes to see you.” Alfred informed the young Wayne, who was sitting on the couch with Dick as company. Grayson glaced at his brother, eyebrows going up as he smiled. Damian was making friends! The other one did not retribute Dick’s actions. For sure, he was very excited to see you again, but Grayson on his feet while was not amusing. He had enough of his weak spot, no need of more affect demonstration.
“Do not follow me, Grayson. I will not hesitate to throw a stick on your head.” Damian threated with words that would send goosebumps down anyone’s spine except Dick. As the small boy got up and walked to meet (Y/N), his brother followed him from distance.
“Hey, Damian. Did you forget your best friend?” You smiled when your caught his sight. Damian rolled her eyes and a typical sound of 'TT’ coming out his mouth, soon filled with a version of smile for him. (Y/N) didn’t mind grinning and hugging him as tight as possible, and getting the same act in return. You missed him so much. The League wasn’t the same, neither were you. By the way his arms kept you close and did not push you away after 0.2 seconds, you could say he missed you, too.
“I thought I was your best friend, Damian.” Grayson joked, slipping from the door. Damian let go of you immediately, glaring the gorgeous man in front of you in annoyance. “I’m Dick Grayson, his brother. I have to admit that I didn’t think Damian’s friend would be this age.” He smiled at you.
“Well, I changed his diapers, so I guess it makes me Damian’s best friend. Sorry, Dick.” You joked, laughing soft when Damian huffed. “My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Greetings are done. Grayson, go away before I get a stick.” He practically growned, trying to push you two apart before it could get more embarrassing.
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“The same old dance. Don’t you get bored?” The moon protector said playfully, holding his combat accessories.
“I would not wonder about that, Nightwing. This time, you will fall and I will owe your head as a prize when I leave the city.” Sounded robotic to your ears, besides there was no time to worry about your thinkings.
“My best friend leaves the city and now my best villain. Hard day for me.” You couldn’t help but vacillate at this. Again, a person you were going to murder showing they had a life, people they cared about and virce versa. He even got similar problems as you. That would be difficult. You needed to push your human side away. You were good at this, Talia taught you very well. You could do this.
“I’m giving you one last chance, Nightwing. A quick dead. Surrender.” You bended your knees, spreading your arms into your fight position.
“Not happening. I never liked it too quick, anyway.” He winked, his athletic body easily finding its own combat start spot. “Time for some entertainment.”
“You want a honorable death. I do respect that. You are a great opponent, Nightwing. Now let’s see who is good enough to stay in this world.”
One of the hardest fights that any of you ever had started happening. Nightwing was fast with his escrima sticks and astute on his dodges, like an acrobat. And you were skilfull with your knifes and very comfortable with your movements, as if fighting was just a inner free animal inside of you. He finally got a hit right on a place that would let you unconscious from the pain or at least unable to walk for enough time to call the police. Or it should have.
The opposite happened. As soon as you left Damian and Dick, you spent the rest of your day meditating, training to reline your body and mind as the League reached you. You hands were under an obligation, to kill Nightwing. The League of Assassins lived up for their name, and you were one of them. They were your family, the organization your and your victims bloods should ran for. No excuses, no feelings, no doubts. Like a journalist exposes the truth, like a cooker cooks, like a singer sings, you were (Y/N), War’s name Laylatan Karithia, english known as Catastrophic Night, you killed killed and wasn’t a hostage of empathy or blame. Your conscious side laughed at every tear.
All the pain Nightwing offered internally replaced with a kind of calm anger. You used that agony to turn into strength, as Talia taught you so many times after almost breaking all of your bones. That needed to be done, so you would do.
And like that, taking advantage of his surprised state, you advanced, kicking his waist, then leg and punching him on the ribs with a knife between your fingers. Nightwing screamed a scream that you could recognize, sounded like Dick. It was your mind taking care of driving you insane, trying to make you feel guilty for being obedient. The fact made you grow both furious and tormented. You were in charge of yourself, no manipulative human feels would stop you.
Throwing Nightwing on the floor as if he weight was a disconsiderative factor, you got on top of him. Placing another knife inside his body, another loud moan of pain breaking the silent night. He tried to get up and fight, even hold you back, besides his body did not allow him. Your metal had envy in the brilliant end of them, an idea which Ral’s Al Ghul was proud of a decade ago. Not to mention the fact of the place you stabbed him. His leg, near to a very important blood vase. Moon’s Protector was sweating, still picking up his stinks to fight. You could sympathize with that, your beaching body and should proved it.
“Just a few more centimeters and you will bleed until you are dead. Arteries are magical if you know how to play with them.” You smirked diabolic. At this moment, you knew Amaya was right. And so was Talia and the League of Assassins itself. You were wicked people that could never be forgiven, you shall be grateful for having as malevolent people like you, or else you’d be dead by yourself in a sewage ditch like society’s garbage because you were different, you were nefarious, degenerate, villainous on an equal footing. No good you deserved because you did no good and it was destiny. Dick would never be able to change that, neither Damian. He just had the right of his fresh start because he had no choice but growing inside this diabolical system of his mother. You on the other hand made a choice years ago. A desesparated, unratinol choice, correct. Still, a choice. Didn’t matter if you regretted it or not. “It was an amazing dance indeed, sir.”
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