(Jason Todd and Connor Kent at a Batburger)

Jason:

Connor:

Jason:

Connor:

Jason: Hurt Tim and I'll fucking kill you.

Connor: I don't doubt it at all.

𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 “𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂” 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓪 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Allison Marilyn Tanaka.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Ally (most commonly used), Al, A, Princess of Darkness, Tattoo Girl (by Matthew Knies for a while), Naka, sweetheart, honey.

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: October 30th, 1998 (Scorpio).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently), Japanese (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Panromantic, pansexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Tattoo artist.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Lyrica Okano.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin (ambitious, cunning, determined).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ISFJ - The Defender (observant, reliable, humble).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Four - The Individualist (reserved, honest, self-aware).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Acts of service for both giving and receiving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Tattoo artistry, sketching, makeup, hair styling, calligraphy, jewelry-making, dancing, painting, deadpan snarking.

— ❥ LIKES: Romance novels (secretly), drawing to relax, getting her eye makeup right on the first try, when a tattoo turns out exactly like she wanted, punk music, when people give her a wide berth on the street because of her appearance, spending time with her family, laying in someone’s lap and letting them play with her hair.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Fake people, people being rude for no reason, people saying she’ll only be pretty “if she stops wearing so much black,” being scolded for things she feels justified in, her makeup or hair getting messed up, people who use religion as an excuse to be assholes, coffee, pigeons.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Complete darkness, getting trapped in an elevator, getting hit in the face, being left by the people she cares about.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Hina Tanaka (mother), David Tanaka (father), Audrey Tanaka (younger sister).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Cameron Findlay, Jason Brightford, Lily Walters, Matthew Knies, Pontus Holmberg, Fraser Minten, Connor Dewar.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Toronto Maple Leafs roster, Trevor Zegras, Quinn Hughes, Jason Robertson.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Kira Holloway (first crush), Ariana Cole (former crush), Grace Darcy (first girlfriend), Hayden Donnell (first boyfriend), Jason Brightford (ex-partner), Ayman Hadid (ex-girlfriend), Joseph Woll (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Both Ally’s middle name, Marilyn, and her older sister’s name, Audrey, come from classic movie actresses - Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, because their mother is a big lover of black-and-white movies.

— ❥ Ally has been in love with romance novels ever since she was eleven and read an old copy of The Princess Bride that she borrowed from her sister. She’s never been exactly good at sharing her love of them with people, but actually falling in love herself has been enough to open her up about it a little bit more.

— ❥ Despite the stereotype of tattoo artists being covered in ink, Ally only has two tattoos of her own: a pair of deer antlers with flowers curling around them on her ribs, and some small bats flying through a starry sky on her left shoulder. She wants some more in the future, but she also wants any future tattoos to be based on designs she’s drawn herself, and she has yet to pick any that she really wants on her body.

— ❥ In addition to her reading of romance novels, Ally is a huge Neil Gaiman fan, and has read almost all of his books and watched all the movie and TV adaptations of his works. Some of her favorites include the Sandman graphic novels and show, Good Omens, Coraline, and The Graveyard Book.

— ❥ Even though everyone who looks at her generally expects her to love black coffee, Ally actually doesn’t like coffee at all - she’s a big tea drinker, especially a nice cup of Oolong first thing in the morning.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

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Bat-son headcanons

I couldn't think of anything X reader to write, so here's my headcanons for the batsons

When I write fics I might fall back more on these headcanons, but will try to stick close to canon. If you want X reader stuff closer to my hcs just let me know.

If you have any requests, my inbox is open

Tw: mention of abuse, self harm and mentioned torture

(warning, these are not really my headcanons anymore, I just don't wanna delete this post)

Dick Grayson

- Dick is around 25 years old

- Both of his parents were Romani.

- His eyes are a darker shade of blue, than in comics.

- Dick has black hair

- Dick deals with trauma and bouts of anxiety and depression. At times this will affect his ability to eat, leading to him going long periods of time not eating. When he was younger, he struggled with self-harm but does not do it anymore. He has the fear of not being good enough and disappointing his family. He has a fear of losing his family and loved ones.

- Major scars include, multiple gunshot wounds and stab wounds.

- Dick has a tense relationship with Bruce.

- Dick has a good relationship with Damian, but his relationship with Tim is tense, whilst his relationship with Jason is non-existent.

- His best friends are Wally West and Barbara Gordon

Jason Todd

- Jason is around 20

- His dad was American, and his mother was Hispanic.

- After the Lazarus pit, his eyes have become a sickly green, matching that of the pit.

- Jason has black hair, with a white patch in the front

- Jason deals with deep the type of trauma that turns to anger, but with support from friends, he has learned to deal with it in healthier ways. He has extreme night terrors and has bouts of time where he will self-harm as he needs the pain to prove he is still alive. He used to dissociate a lot when he first came back from the dead. When he was taken in by Bruce he would flinch and fear any form of authority. He struggles with Claustrophobia.

- Major scars include, a large scar on the side of his head, a J carved into his cheek, an autopsy scar, many major scars on his back, large scar on his neck from batarang, many smaller scars littering his body.

- Jason has a horrible relationship with Bruce.

- Jason has a semi-sentient being a part of him, which he calls Pit. It was left over from the Lazarus pit. It is not sentient like a human, but more in the animal manner. This boosts Jason’s healing, speed, and strength.

- After Bruce ordered him to stay away from “his family”, Jason removed the bat from his outfit

- After the confrontation with Bruce, he has cut most contact with the bat family

- He has a familial like relationship with Slade Wilson

- Jasons best friends are Roy Harper, koriand'r, Artemis, Bizarro and Eddie Bloomberg

Tim Drake

- Tim is around 18

- His parents were American

- His eyes are similar shade of blue to the comics.

- Tim has longer black hair, which can be found in the comics.

- Tim deals with trauma that leads to night terrors which makes him neglect sleep. He has a deep anxiety of not being good enough and being suddenly replaced as Robin only fueled these fears. He has no self-harmed in the way Dick or Jason have, but he does punish himself for doing something wrong or not good enough.

- Major scars include, Missing spleen and scar in that area, Burns, multiple bullet and stab wounds. A scar across his neck.

- Tim has a tense relationship with Bruce, though it is not as tense as Dick.

- Tim has a tense relationship with both Dick and Damian, and his relationship with Jason is non-existent.

- Tims best friends are Connor “Kon-el” Kent and Stephanie Brown

Damian Wayne

- Damian is around 12

- His father is American, and his mother is half Arab, half Chinese

- His eyes are a similar blue/Green to that in the comics.

- Damian has black hair

- The batfamily has many pets, most brought home by Damian. Ace the German shepherd, Titus the Great Dane, Alfred the cat, Jerry the Turkey, Goliath the demon-bat, Bat-cow, and a nameless dragon from Nightwing #42

- Damian deals with nightmares and bouts of sleep paralysis. He fears not being good enough, and even though he knows the bats would never do it, he fears physical punishment for not doing good enough. He is hypervigilant at times, which stresses him out a lot. He goes non-verbal at times.

- Major scars include, Shot in the spine and had it replaced, Major internal organ replacement, multiple scars on his back from “correction training” whilst he was still with the league of assassins.

- Damian has a deep respect for his father, and looks up to him.

- Damian has a good relationship with Dick, but has a dislike for Tim. He remembers Jason from his time with the league of assassins, but their relationship is now non-existent.

- Damian’s best friend is Jon Kent.

Red Sun

Kon Kent x batsis!Reader

Summary: The prompt was “this isn’t you”

Warning: angst, death.

Your eyes stung as water fell in them as you stared up to the roof in the rain. Your enemy was standing there, almost falling over with exhaustion. You were similar.

“Give up now. Before you get yourself killed,” Connor called up beside you. He wasn’t as bad off but still tired. The villain laughed.

“I only wish I could stay for the show,” they said before moving their hands in a complex motion while speaking a language you couldn’t understand. The palm of their hand glowed red and you jumped away to avoid being it. It didn’t hit you, by a long shot. It hit Connor straight in the chest.

“No,” you gasped looking him over for injuries. Nothing was visibly wrong with him. “Superboy are you okay?”

He turned to you and his eyes glowed red. You immediately pushed your panic button on your suit. The villain cackled and ran off with renewed energy.

“Superboy, what’s going on?”

Connor just looked at you coldly and walked towards you. Much the way prey animals can sense danger and instinctively runs away, your body moved backwards from your boyfriend. You sensed something wrong in him.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked a little panicky. If he was cursed or brainwashed or whatever, you had maybe 5 minutes before Kryptonite was needed to save you. Your nearest Bat was Jason in Gotham and that was at least 20 minutes away. He took a step towards you and you jumped back.

“Connor, you know me. This isn’t you,” you said, trying to plead with him. You cursed yourself for not listening to Bruce. He warned you to have Kryptonite. But your boyfriend would get sick and weak around it and you trusted him. But this isn’t him.

He curled a hand into a fist and punched towards you almost lazily. You barely dodged it and realized he was backing you into a corner of the alley. He punched again and this time his lazy punch hit the wall and bits of brick fell to the ground. That punch alone could kill you.

“Connor, hey. Don’t do this. You’re stronger than that,” you begged. He hit out and you tried to duck but instead you were grabbed and thrown bodily into the bricks.

“Connor!” You gasped. You tried to push up with your arms only to fall bodily. One was definitely broken. You trembled as you pulled yourself up. “Stop.”

There wasn’t a single glance of humanity in his eyes. They were red and mad from the magical influence. He grabbed you and slung you again. Your head hit brick and you heard a ringing as your vision spun. Head injury. Blood pooled from your nose. Your boyfriend was going to slowly beat you to death. Great.

“Connor, Kon. I love you,” you whimpered as he pulled you up by your shoulder. You squirmed in his grasp as your head throbbed and your arm burned. You held it close to your body. Connor’s other hand wrapped around your throat and you grab at it with your good hand. It was like pulling on concrete.

“No, no,” you pleaded. Tears burned your eyes and not even the cold rain could soothe the burned you felt from his hands. He was burning up. Fingers tightened on your throat and your eyes went wide. You frantically clawed at any part of him you could reach. You didn’t even manage to leave a single mark. Your brain throbbed and lungs burned.

It wouldn’t be long now. The burn in your lungs stretched onward and was so prevalent that you couldn’t even feel your broken arm and injured head. Your hand stopped it’s frantic scratching to rest on Connor’s arm. Black spots darkened your vision. A few body spasms and your consciousness left you. Connor held your body for a few more minutes before letting you drop to the ground.

The spell broke and he gasped with sudden realization. He scooped you up. “No,” he said. “No. No.” He laid you on the concrete and started CPR. His movements were jerky as he tried to bring you back. “Come on. Come on!”

“What’s going on!” Jason asked as Connor did chest compressions. Conor didn’t answer but continued with tears in his eyes. Bringing you back was the only option. Jason noticed ligature marks around your neck and the concrete chunks on the ground. He pulled a shot of epinephrine from his belt and pushed Connor back to shoot you in the heart.

You didn’t move or breath or anything so Connor continued compressions and rescue breaths. Jason pulled out a second one. This was all he had. His hands shook a little. His little sister was dead. If this didn’t work, you weren’t coming back. Jason stabbed your heart with the second shot and a full second later your body spasmed and you gasped in a breath. Connor let out a sob before grabbing you in his arms. Your breath rattled heavily.

2 days later you woke up in the cave medical bay with blankets on top of you and an IV in your arm. Heart monitors softly beeped normally.

“She’s awake,” you heard Tim say. Footsteps came towards the room and Cassandra came towards your bed.

“How are you?” She asked giving you a glass of water.

“Okay,” you said hoarsely. You winced in pain before drinking a little of the water. It burned and soothed your throat. She looked at the monitors and IV.

“Everything looks expected,” she said and you nodded. You were already tired and wanting to fall asleep again. “I’m glad you are awake. You scared us for a while. You have a visitor.”

You looked up to see Connor standing in the doorway. Despite the pain, you shrunk away from him. The heart monitor beeped angrily and you gasped out a “no” in fear.

“Go,” Cass said, pushing him from the room. Connor’s face crumpled and he left.

“It’s okay,” Cass said pulling you into a hug. Tim suddenly appeared in the doorway. He relaxed upon seeing you okay but shaken up.

“I’ll talk to Kon,” he said. Connor stood by the computer bay with a look of dejection. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s disoriented and needs some time to be okay.”

“It was me. I did it. They cursed me with some spell and I attacked her,” Connor said with his head hung low. He wouldn’t look at Tim.

“You did that?” Jason asked from across the room. Connor had been so distraught that no one had asked him to report from the field.

“Magic. I had no control,” he said.

“Get the fuck out of here,” jason said. “You killed her and if I wasn’t there, she’d be 6 feet under.”

Connor looked away and grabbed his jacket. He roughly shoved it on and left the cave.

“You don’t think he feels bad enough?” Tim asked Jason.

“He can feel bad somewhere else,” Jason answered. “You didn’t see her. She was dead.”

“I know-“

“She’s asleep again,” Cass said interrupting them both. “Connor is also a victim. He couldn’t control.”

Jason sighed and then nodded in agreement.

“It will take time,” Cass answered. “For them both.”

“Perfect timing for you to file paperwork then. You’re very behind,” Bruce said to Cass. She sighed and gave him a pout. “Not a chance. Find a computer.”

Dick Grayson X Sister!Reader: Blast

Prompt: The Young Justice team and the bat family have teamed together to stop crime but even though it was a huge force, somebody had to pay the price.

Dick Grayson and (Y/n) Grayson, the last of the Flying Graysons. (Y/n) was the only family left to him after the tragedy struck. Two years older, but more mature than any eleven year old could ever be. Instead of thinking of her own grief, she comforted Dick. They were supposed to be for with each other but he was too grief-stricken that night to even think about anyone. 

When Bruce adopted both of them, she was the one who sat through all those sleepless nights, just to comfort her little brother, to chase away all the nightmare that plagued him for endless nights about their deaths.

When he became Robin and she became (H/n), another tragedy struck. A lightning strike hit her one night. She was rushed off to the hospital. Dick sat crying, the whole night. Nobody could console him. All he wanted was his older sister come back to him. The strike did not kill her, surprisingly, it granted her electric powers. Now, she commanded electricity.

It did not take much time for her to learn  how to control her powers. She did not show a moment to weakness because she knew that if she does not learn how to command them, they would command her and nobody commanded her. Sometimes, Dick wished he had her resolve to complete things.

Then the Young Justice Team came along. Both of them joined the team being the proteges of Batman. It was a blast. For both of them. Both of them hit off with their teammates. Dick was happy to see the sparkle of joy return in her eyes whenever they had their team around. Not all of those fake smiles, that did not reach her eyes, she showed him, to reassure him. When he got together with Zatanna, she was their biggest shipper.

Then Jason came along. He was jealous, that was the understatement of the century. He wanted his sister all for himself. He wanted to be selfish. He did not want to share his sister. He loved Jason, but his sister was supposed to be his. Not Jason’s. (Y/n) saw all through his act and assured him that Jason would never replace Dick by far.

When Jason was captured, (Y/n) spent tireless days in front of the computer, trying to figure out where he was. Dick had to drag away (Y/n) just so she could continue living. When he died, she took it the hardest. She tracked down Joker, hunted him down like any animal. She hurt him beyond measure. Then Barbara was shot, making her paralyzed for life. That was seemingly the last straw for her. Dick had to physically restrain her from killing Joker. 

Then came along Tim. This time, Tim and (Y/n) hit off too well for Dick’s liking. Dick and (Y/n) were similar to an extent but Tim and (Y/n), they brought a new meaning to dynamics of siblings. Dick knew he should not be selfish but he couldn’t help, (Y/n) was his sister. When expressed his worries to Bruce about Tim stealing his sister away, all Bruce did was laugh and say, “(Y/n) loves you too much to replace you, Dick.”

Damian was a hard child, much to Dick’s disliking. His dislike grew by ten folds when he insulted (Y/n) and then tried to hurt her. But all (Y/n) did was roll her eyes at Damian and then flipped him over. Dick could see respect for her growing in his eyes. From that day onwards, Damian acted tamer when (Y/n) was in the room.

Stephanie and Cassandra came into their life. Then Bruce legally adopted Cassandra. This time he truly feared that (Y/n) would replace him with Cass but nothing of that sort happened. Even if she was too busy, she would at least call him everyday and they meet up every two days.

Jason came back to life. Jason refused to accept his family other than (Y/n) because he had seen the wounds that she had left on Joker. She acted as peacekeeper between Bruce and Jason and they came to an agreement. Along this time, Dick and (Y/n) divided the duties of the Young Justice team leader between each other.

Godforsaken, they had all agreed to come on this mission. The Bat Clan and the Young Justice team worked along side-by-side but then they reached the most difficult part in the mission. There was a bomb. All of them tried to disarm the bomb, but time was running out too quickly and then, (Y/n) stepped forward to stop the bomb.

Having the ability to manipulate electricity came with some perks. Dick knew that she could stop the bomb. He argued with her saying that it was too dangerous but would she ever listen? After a lot of arguments, Dick resigned and let (Y/n) do her job .

As soon as she gave the yes that she had stopped the timer, Dick dragged everybody out of the building. Jason, Tim and Cass cried and threw a tantrum to let them get to (Y/n) while all he did was drag them away, silently.

Then he heard a voice, her voice on the comlink, “Dickie, I won’t be able to hold it for long. The bomb will blast before I get the chance to get out. Dickie, I love you and I’m sorry.” Dick screamed as the building erupted into flames. He was thrown back by the magnitude of the blast. He screamed for his sister, ran all over to find her. He felt like he was back at the circus, losing his parents but this time, he won’t have anyone to comfort him.

Damian came over, put a hand on his shoulder, trying to console his big brother. He had never seen his brother so broken. Jason then came over and pointed at Connor picking up a body from underneath a pile of rubble. Damian looked at Jason and then ran over to check on her. Jason then took out a knock out liquid and then injected it into Dick, making Dick fade into darkness.

The next time Dick woke up, he saw (Y/n) at his side, holding his hands as he slept. He could not believe it. He then saw burns, third degree burns all over her form. 

He was at last at peace. He had his sister by his side and a family, but more importantly his sister. What else did he need?

Blue Bird has a Broken Wing

Summary: Dick answer a call from bruce Wayne, his dad, who called needing his help in Gotham. It was  Justice League thing,normally not that easy, after all, they called Nightwing. But when he comes home, y/n who was waiting anxiously for his back, notices he’s not fine, dick is hurt and needs her. Will they assume their relationship who had Always existed but kept in secret in Exchange for being together in this rough time?

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: mention of smut, blood, fluff.

Notes: I wrote this imagine with  @boyy-wonder-grayson. She never let me stop, or think that i’m not capable. She writes amazing imagines, you should check it out on her tumblr.

- [2 p.m, TitansTower]  

The team was having lunch. Today Dick decided he would cook his “special food” that he used to do in Sundays, maybe Bruce Wayne not only taught fighting lesson but also cooking ones. You and Dick stared at each other during lunch, looks that would usually go unnoticed by some of titans. The truth is,the both of you had this “love at first sight” thing since the beginning, but for  many reasons you hid it. Maybe it was the fact that you both had been raised together, -you were 17 when you met and he was just turning 21-  or maybe it was the fact that the more people knowing about you two, the more chances it gave your enemies a chance to attack you,  because you’re each other’s weakness.  Dick wouldn’t bare seeing you hurt, just like you’d do everything to protect him. You two have spent many nights together; many secret  kisses were shared in the rooftops of Gotham, in batmobile, in Titans tower, in each other’s bedroom’s. He was your first, your one and only. 

Bruce could notice how much Dick would complain about sending you in  dangerous missions. Dawn and Hank had also noticed the times Dick would prepare coffee for you. They realized how careful and caring Dick was with you.  “Maybe it’s a bat family thing” they thought, but it definitely wasn’t. You were talking about Bruce, while  having lunch, the conversation was interrupted when  Dick’s cell phone rang; he immediately looked at Y/N. “Bruce” the screen showed. 

Dick left the table so he could talk with a little more privacy, after all Bruce’s calls were never to see how were you doing, it was more a “i need your help right now” type of call.

“Hey, Bruce, what’s up?” Dick said when he got to the balcony.

“Hey son, it’s a Justice League thing. We need your help, don’t bring Y/N or Jason, or any of the Titans. Only Nightwing is needed.” Bruce said in his particular dark tone. Dick understood  that he needed to talk to you about this mission in private. He knew that if it were you in this situation, he would like to know.

After lunch, once everyone went on their way, Dick looked at you nodding his head towards the bedrooms, he muttered a “need to talk to you”.  You went first, throwing the excuse that you needed to clean up your suit. A little later, Dick followed saying that he needed to train.

[3:40 p.m, Titans Tower, Dick’s bedroom]

“Hey love, what’s up? Was it Bruce in the phone?” You asked him and kissed himt, enjoying this little time alone.

“Yeah,  it was him. I needed to talk to you now because the League need me to go on a mission. Apparently it’s the Riddler again. According to Bruce’s words he's wreaking havoc in Gotham..” Dick took a deep breath “He asked me to go alone, I can’t take you or any of us, unfortunately” He looked down.

“Go D, they really need you. But please, be careful. It kills me to think about you getting hurt. Riddler is crazy. He can be pretty dangerous.” You told him with fear because you knew he needed to go, he could never ignore a call from Bruce. 

Dick gives you a hug and you can feel him breathing next to your hair. He loved the smell of your shampoo.

“Nightwing will be back in one piece baby.” He touched your forehead with his and kissed you, deeply. You couldn’t say you were okay with this, but you would pray for him to come back home safe. 

“I love you.” Dick said 

“I love you, D, come back to me fast. I’ll wait for you awake”, you answered looking into his eyes, those bright  brown eyes, they shined for you,and only you. 

. You were interrupted when Jason opened the door. To say the boy was crushing on you was an understatement.  Ever since Bruce adopted him, he had acted as your shadow practically. following you around and complimenting you after every mission. Teenage love you and Dick would say.  Sadly for jason you couldn't return the feelings. you'd been in love with Dick since day one, since you two were kids and you felt like that could never change.

You two had already separated from the hug. Dick hands were on his jeans pockets while you crossed them. Jason was confused as to why you were here. 

“What are you both doing here? We are all in the living room”  he inquired.

You wait for Dick to answer but he couldn't think of anything to say, so you answered instead.

“I was telling Dick that Bruce send him some files, about the mission he’s supposed to go to”, you answered because nothing more convincing came into your mind.

“Yeah, bro, i will be leaving for Gotham in 20 minutes.” Dick said with a half smile.

“Good luck in your mission Dickie”.  You left the bedroom and head into the living room.

When all of you were there, Dick appeared with his suitcase, jacket and phone.

You had left him a message:

“Call me when you get there, D, i’ll be waiting for you. Kick Riddler’s ass. Love ya, Blue Bird” 

He smiled to the screen and winked at you. Everyone wished Dick a good mission.You could only wait now, that and participate in the game that Hank had just started. But then you felt someone holding your arm.

“Hey Y/N, since Dick’s not here, do you want to train with me ?” Jason asked you

“Hey Jay, i’m having cramps today, i just want to ret maybe later, but thank you for the invitation” ,you said and left to your room.

[6 p.m, TitansTower]

Your phone rang and your screen lit up with the photo you took of Dick and yourself a few years ago. He was calling you.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to take this ” you said to the titans who were still playing in living room and head for the balcony. Hank and Dawn look to each other suspiciously. 

“Hey, love, how’s it going?” You asked Dick .

“I just arrived in Gotham, baby, i’m heading to the Wayne manor right now, we still have to discuss the plan before jumping into action. Everything is okay, the city is dark as ever but don't worry. I’ll be calling you when we’re done with him.” 

Dick said. You say goodbye to each other and you wait. Now the only thing you could do is wait

[11 p.m, Titans Tower]

When the game ended, you all stayed in the living room. Today San Francisco was quiet, so the titans didn’t have to go out. After all, even heroes needed to rest, right? 

Rachel was laying in the couch while Gar and Connor played their Xbox game. You and the old titans were sitting in the table and having some beers. But your head wasn’t here in the tower, it was in Gotham City, with Dick. He hadn’t call after your first talk earlier and you hoped everything was fine.

“Earth to Y/N , hello” Donna plays with you, and you all laughed.

“I’m sorry, Donn, I got lost in my thoughts, what were we talking about?” You asked, ashamed to be honest because you didn’t have idea about what they were talking. Hank was about to talk when you were interrupted by the main door opening and revealing a bloodied Nightwing, you got up hurriedly, instantly following to his side . All eyes were on Dick now. after all, he didn’t looked  good.

“Dick, are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, i’m good” He told you with a  half smile, walking towards  the room. You knew he wasn’t okay, he was quiet and his hands were on his stomach.

“You’re sure, bro?” Hank asked

“Totally, I’ll be in my bedroom, i’ll be back here in a minute.” 

Dick said and left, right to his room. You knew he was lying, but maybe he was just tired. You would give him some space. He would come back in a minute, just like he said. At least that’s what you thought, thirty minutes and still nothing about Dick . Your face couldn’t lie even though you tried. Jason stopped the conversation to ask you:

“Why the long face, Y/N?”

“Dick hasn’t come back yet.” You answered. 

“Why are you worrying so much? It’s not like he never got hurt before.” Jason complained with a huff, he couldn’t hide how jealous he was about Dick. He Always seemed to have your attention and to him? Only hugs of brotherhood.

“Fuck off, Jason, you know nothing.” You stormed out of the living room going right into Dick’s bedroom. 

“Baby?” You asked , but the answer never came, so you looked to the floor to see drops of blood. “What the hell?” you ask yourself. You entered the bathroom and there was Dick, seating in the floor leaning on the wall. His hands were covered in blood because he was stopping the bloodstream that was coming from his stomach. He wasn’t awake anymore, It made you panic. “Baby, wake up” you shake his face. No answer

“HANK! HANK, IT’S DICK, PLEASE HELP ME” you yelled, you were crying now, Dick wasn’t fine, it wasn’t a simple bruise, it was deeper.

Hank appeared in the bath in like 5 seconds.

“Fuck. This dumbass loves a dramatic entrance, doesn’t he?” he said annoyed.

“Help me to take him to infirmary, Hank, please, fast.” you begged.

Donna came in after hearing all the commotion “What’s happening? Dick told us he was fine” She asked, and all the titans were in the door. Gar helped Hank and told him that it’s okay, they will take him to the infirmary room.

When you got there, they laid Dick in the hospital bed and administered morphine in his veins. He should be going through a lot of pain.

Kory entered the room- “What’s going on with him?” She was out with some tamaranean friend, you everyone thought they had something. Who knows. 

“He was in Gotham, in a mission and he came back like this, we’re giving pain medication and antibiotics, Y/N already cleaned the cut and sutured it. Hank said.

Dick was sleeping now, medicated, he should be awake in a few hours, but you wouldn’t leave him.

“I’ll be staying here with him.” you said firmly.

“You should sleep, we have a mission tomorrow, Y/N” Jason said.

“I’m sure the people of san Francisco will be fine with just us Jason, don’t be such a pain in the ass” Donna said and winked at you. Donna has always known, deep in her heart, about you two, but choose not to tell anythig.  They left and you sat in the chair close to the bed and waited, you just couldn’t leave his side.

“Look at us, we are such good actors because i don’t understand how can i hide from everyone that you’re mine, that you’ve been mine since ever and that i love you. I just don’t know how we spent all this time sleeping apart.”

 He caressed the skin of your legs and kissed your neck from behind while you two were laid down in your bed in the Wayne Manor. You and him were in Gotham to help Bruce. He had escaped his room to be with you. And now you were there, naked, covered by a tiny blanket, talking about this”

“I don’t wanna put you in danger, D, but at the same time i want to hold your hand and kiss you without hiding.” 

You remembered. Then you feel him touching your hand. He was finally awake.

“Hey baby, it looks like i’m not that good, i’m sorry” Dick said with a weak voice.

“D, i was so worried. Why didn’t you tell us you were really hurt? You almost killed me, there was a lot a blood and i thought..” you cried.

He interrupted you by taking your face into  his hands and kissed you deeply, he was fine and with you, this is all that mattered now.

“Sleep here with me, please.” He asked you, you thought about your secret relationship, and how no one knew, but seeing Dick so weak and bruised you just thought “screw it” it was time for them to know.

Days passed by and Dick was much better, the first days were hard because  the wound was big, but he is the strongest person you know. You were by his side at all times, Jason didn't like it one bit,he was jealous 100% of the time but he would understand why you took care of Dick. You’ve done it many times in the past. You and Dick had decided to tell them during lunch.

“Guys, I need to talk to you .” You said, looking at each one of them. You were sitting on  Dick’s side  and he grabbed your hand. Jason’s face turned dark. He didn't like where this was going.

“Dick and I are together.” You take a deep breath “It was hard to keep it a secret but we needed, for many reasons, but what happened to him these days made me realize that i almost lost him, and i just couldn’t keep you guys in the dark” you said, “i guess you noticed how crazy i got when i saw him in the bathroom covered in blood” you added.

“I knew it, I always knew it, since Y/N came in Wayne Manor i noticed Dick had  changed, for good. But you guys never really said it out loud so i ignored, but the day you were wounded, Dick, she was panicking, keep her, bro, she loves you” Donna said smiling at both of you.

“Jaybird, I’m sorry, bro, we didn’t force it, it just happen” Dick smiled talking to Jason.

“If you love each other i’m good with this, really. I wish you all the happiness in the world. But you’re still the prettiest one, Y/N” Jason said and laugh

“Hey, careful” Dick says and you all laugh. You were happy because after all, the day ended up in a good way.

Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode,  remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader,  no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

Little Devil

Warnings: vague mentions of child abuse| talks of death| talks of pregnancy| politics| vague mentions of sickness| other warnings to be added

|seven|

Batman was compromised. He could feel the emotions of Bruce seeping into him and he didn’t like it. And like most things, the problem stemmed from Talia. The Arabian princess was currently resting in Jason’s old room as she recovered from aging overnight. She took her “niece” with her.

He was already piling a file together on the young heiress. There was no telling what she would do, and he didn’t know much about her. He observed as much as he could, but she seemed to watch him more than he watched her.

It was unnerving.

It was as if she was playing some game with him and his children. And that code word she used on him. He will need to find this “system” she spoke of and neutralize it. He couldn’t afford for any of his enemies to use it against him.

He turned his gaze back to his computer and watched the cameras. He could feel his fists clenching as he watched the family prance around Talia. An almost recognizable emotion boiled inside of him whenever he saw the gentle way, she ran her hand through Jason’s hair. How his son leaned into her and the bright smile he gave that was unburdened with bitterness and anger.

He only got a small satisfaction out of watching how Talia had to learn what he already knew about Damian. And yet it still pale in comparison at how at ease he was with his mother. As if he knew just speaking with her would solve his problems. Did the boy forget how she let him be raised? As a soldier! As a murderer!

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It was appalling. What did this wicked woman have that he did not? How could his sons forget all the love he had for them and give it to her? She was evil! She didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as them.

And yet she was.

She looked comfortable doing pushups with Damian sitting on her back as he recounted a tale about one of his missions with Jon. She was approving and complimented him on his friendship. A Kryptonian? A good choice.

Her niece. Jamila Al Ghul. He had never heard of her until Jason brought her up and yet she seemed to age backwards as she sat cross-legged on Jason’s bed sporting a soft smile. Talia had fussed over her greatly as soon she was on her feet. There was a story there and he will find out what it was. It didn’t help matters with the guilty looks the two gave Jason whenever his attention was diverted elsewhere.

He didn’t to save his sons for her clutches but how could he save them when he was the villain in the story?

He just knew that when everything was over. Talia would take them from him.

Batman was compromised and it was all that devil of a woman’s fault.

--

Jamila was nervous as she sat in the chair of Jason’s office. Her aunt had convinced her that she should tell Jason why he was named the Heir. She didn’t necessarily like it, but she could understand. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She had nothing to worry about.

Her aunt was currently at the Batcave arguing with the others over the plan to get inside of the compound. She had already contacted Lady Shiva and Ubu. Plan 88c was being used by the workers at the compound. And their esteemed dimension guests were hiding them and informing them of what was going on.

Her aunt wanted to include them in the cover but then Jamila reminded her of how Batman was an asshole and she refused to let him anywhere near them. Talia agreed, of course.

They would be leaving for the compound soon. Aunt Talia trained nonstop to get herself back in shape, but it’d be another month before she back to her full capacity. Jamila ran a hand through her hair. Once they settled things with her mother, she was going to stay with the League for a little while longer. She had been away from her home for too long.

She almost jumped out of her skin when Jason walked through the door. He looked at her in worry and quickly crossed the room. He had her cuddled up in his arms before she could even blink.

“What’s wrong, Jami?

Jamila almost flinched at the long-forgotten nickname. It made her feel guilty for keeping such a secret an even though it wasn’t bad per say… she and Jason didn’t really keep secrets between the two of them. And this would be two major secrets… well no, this would be three.

One would be the fact that she had died nearly a year and half ago. The single strip of cotton colored hair was proof of her descent into the waters of the Lazarus Pits. Her connection to the Lazarus demon was stronger than ever. Probably the strongest in record of their family especially since the death of Ra and taking on his inner demon.

And now these two secrets that are so intertwined that one doesn’t know where it begins and where it ends. She, the Jamila Al Ghul, had been bested by her own body. She couldn’t even be the Heiress anymore. Bah, she hated politics and the ruling of the clans that made up the Nanda Parbat.

She detangles herself from her cousin and sat up straight. She wiped her face to get rid of any traces of tears. Straightening out her clothes, it was as if a switched was flipped inside of her.

Jamila sat forward like the regal being that she was. She folded her hands in her lap. “Jason, I have something to tell you regarding the clan.”

He looked at her curiously before nodding his head at her. He relaxed in his own seat and tilted his head to her in an almost bored manner. He doubted it was anything that could really knock him off his feet. Not like being secretly named the heir.

“Well first off, I’m technically the reason you’re the heir to the title.”

“…”

Jason could only stare.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, “And how is that?”

Jamila shot him a carefree smile, “Well, when I told you all that I was the rightful heir, I wasn’t lying. And it has nothing to do with my brother.”

She turned her gaze to look at the picture of Jason and her aunt that he had on his desk. “I’m currently the eldest biological grandchild of Ra Al Ghul. Damian relinquished his title as heir when he turned his back on our family. Grandfather hadn’t chosen a successor when he died so the title fell to Mistress Talia as the only legitimate child to take on the position. Mother and Uncle Dusan had been exiled.”

She hated talking politics. It just added on to the reasons of her being glad to no longer be heiress. “The Mistress needed to name an heir. My brother was too far removed and could not take it on. He left the clan willingly and with Mother exiled, it only added on more reasons why. Damian renounced the title and the council didn’t want to treat him for the disrespect. He was just jumped to the end of the succession line. “

Jason nodded his head seriously, “That only left you, me, and Anastasia.”

She nodded her head once, “The council was afraid that if Anastasia ended up in her father’s presence anytime soon, he would poison her mind and turn her against our home. She has done well for herself despite being only thirteen. She had her first kill almost a year ago. I was so proud. A servant of the Zoldyck clan stepped out of line and she went in to put an end to them.”

Jamila smiled serenely, “It was one of my newest poisons. I had just brewed a new batch and I hadn’t even thought of an antidote. It was lethal and fatality rate was at eighty-seven percent. She stole it from me, and I didn’t even notice! A small tick was all that was needed to get it in his bloodstream. He had been dead in mere minutes, but the compounds of the potions made the made feel as if he had been poisoned for days. Its one of my favorites.”

Jason thought that neither of them should feel so proud over small children murdering, but they had long since desensitize themselves to such petty things. Though he is not too proud to admit that he was glad that Damian no longer killed or that Anastasia had waited so long in life before her first kill.

Jamila shook her head slowly, “Either way, the council had not wanted Anastasia as the heiress until they could be sure of her loyalty with no setbacks. And that left me and you.”

It was as if a weight had settled onto her shoulders, “I had been instantly named heir. The last biological grandchild of Ra Al Ghul. I have full control over Lazarus. Skilled in every which and way. My alias brought fear into my enemies’ heart. I was perfect. I grew up in the compound. I grew up in Nanda Parbat. The perfect choice.”

Jason’s brows furrowed, “So how did I end up becoming the heir?”

Jamila’s jaw clenched.

“I relinquished my title. Not because I just didn’t want to be the heiress, but the way that clan was structure would’ve made it impossible for me to do so anyway.”

Her cousin rose a brow before she took a deep breath. She removed the hair tie on wrist and instantly her appearance change. The henged dropped. Her hair grew longer down her back. Her ankles swollen to an uncomfortable portion. Her skin seemed glow and look deathly pale at the same time.

Jason was frozen in shock as he looked her. He read the laws of the league. Hell, Talia made him take classes in law, philosophy, psychology and business. He knew exactly why she couldn’t be the heir any longer.

“I’m pregnant.”

--

Kyle was a detective. Not in the way that the Bats were or even the Arrows. But he was a space cop and he was good at his job. One of the most important lessons that he learned was that when shit went wrong… blame Hal.

And boy, he is blaming all of this on Hal.

He hadn’t even been gone from Earth long. But he comes back to find out that his slightly trigger happy sometime-boyfriend’s foster mother had been turned into a baby. His knife wielding cousin looked like she wanted to simultaneously give him a hug and gut him like a fish before skinning him like snake.

Then there’s also the fact that his best friend Connor had been kidnapped by his batshit crazy mother. (And Kyle had been there for many nights of listening to Connor cry and scream thinking that the crazy lady was coming for him).

Did he mention that the scary cousin was also Connor’s sister? But that’s not even the kicker…

He ended up watching as the badass ninja-assassin mom take part in some ritual with his constructs keeping the weird potion (I don’t deal with potions, kid!) that Constantine cooked up inside with her. It had been the longest three days of his life listening to the woman scream and thrash on the medical table.

It had taken the combine strength of Kori and Artemis to keep Jason down and from attempting to get to Talia. Even Bizarro had to deal with the enraged form of Jason’s cousin as her green eyes seemed glow with rage as she struggles against him.

It was heart wrenching watching the two of them shake and tremble as they tried to desperately reach for the Matriarch of their clan. (He could remember the whispers of secrets Jason would tell him about how he didn’t feel like a Wayne. How he felt more of a demon than a bat. (he would whisper back that he loved him all the same))

Soon the two of them seemed to overpower everyone just by their mere presence alone. The two of them had been carted off to the Outlaws hangout often. Roy had taken charge of the two and locked them in a training room.

It had been ruthless to see them attack each other and with all the intention to kill and only just shortly missing their marks. Red and green eyes seemed to bore into each other. Whenever Kyle managed to find sleep in between Talia’s haunting screams and murderous growls of cousins he swore he saw two spirts dancing over the heads of the cousins laughing at him. They seemed to grow stronger every day.

It hurt him to do so but he forced himself to leave the warehouse at almost every hour. He always ended up back by the woman whose vocal cords should have long went out. And yet her screaming never seemed to end.

Kyle was kind enough to pretend he didn’t see Batman handcuffing himself to his own chair and nervousness that seemed to run through the man. He pretended he didn’t see the look of pain and regret mixed with slight approval in Dick’s face. And he definitely didn’t see the affectionately dubbed demon baby crying silently as he watched his mother thrash on around.

He wasn’t a religious person, but he thanked all the gods he knew from all the worlds he had visited for the day the woman stopped screaming and woke up.

Kyle didn’t know how but he was sure that it was somehow Hal’s fault.

--

Talia sipped her tea as she watched everyone go over the last of the most acceptable plan to enter the Nanda Parbat and the Al Ghul compound. It would’ve been done with quicker, but her idiotic ex-lover had the audacity to think that she would give him a detailed outline of her home.

It was times like those that made her question what she had seen him so long ago.

She had already taken stock of some of the weapons that Jason brought. There were adequate and she made the mental note to buy him better ones. No child of hers was going to be walking around with such meager weapons.

Talia had dressed in one of the outfits that her darling niece managed to get for her from one of the Leagues stashes stationed around the city. She made another mental note to have them updated as the jumpsuit she was currently wearing was just a tad bit too little. Not enough to cause her problems but enough to irritate her.

She flickered her eyes over to her niece that was practicing some of her katas. She could tell easily from her posture that she was slipping herself into battle mode. Her hair had been pulled into an elaborate braid with senbons and small pocketknives. Her mask covered her face and the glow of her eyes could been seen through it.

From the way Jason worriedly glance at her, she knew that Jamila had told him over her condition beforehand. And yet, a simple band of interdimensional technology and medicine kept her true appearance from showing.

Her son had already come to her nearly five times now to find a way to keep her out of the fight. But she knew how stubborn her niece was. She was going to join in the raid of taking down her mother or she’d just take everyone down that stood in her way.

She made another mental note to drag her niece to the medical teams after everything was finished. And another note to take her off the roster for missions until after the child was born and she was recovered.

Talia glanced worriedly down at her tea. Looking at her niece and her children only made her more worried for her own daughter. She hoped Anastasia was safe and far away from Nyssa. She would make her sister beg for death if her baby girl had been harmed in anyway.

A small tap on her shoulder had her looking up to see the space cop smiling lightly at her. She wondered if he knew that she knew about the relations that he was having with her son. Or that she knew that the two of them pretended to only be around each other for having mutual acquaintances.

He was holding onto a travel bag, “Everything’s set and ready. We leave in three minutes.”

She hummed lightly and accepted the bag from him, “Thank you, Kyle.” The answering smile made her wondered how irritated her son would be if she took in another child.

Probably exasperated. She wasn’t Bruce.

--

“Mistress, we’ve just received word that the Batman and the Green Arrow are arriving with their entourage. Reports have stated seeing a woman that looked like Madam Talia.”

“Dismissed.”

Her eyes sparked with rage as she looked out at Nanda Parbat from her father’s throne. They had managed to reverse her dearest sister’s transformation. No matter. Nyssa was currently the Demon Head and she had already presented her son as her heir.

There was no way for her sister to change anything she had already won. And she couldn’t wait to rub it in her face.

“Come, oneechan. Let us prove which of us is the better daughter once and for all.”

Devil’s Deal

Bruce stood in a nice townhouse, staring out at the dreary Gotham weather, his hands shoved in his pockets as he waited patiently for his business partner to get here. It had been many years since he’d been forced into a corner like this, but he was never one to turn back on a debt.

And what Lucifer Morningstar had done for him could never truly be repaid, however he was here.

“Relax, you’re too tense,” his wife said behind him. Bruce glanced at the mother of four of his elven children, her finger slid into his and he pulled her closer as he kissed her temple. He was thankful for Cat since he was twelve years old, even if they had an overly complicated relationship that had always been solid and shaky at the same time.

“We’ll hear him out, he’s a good man,” Selina said as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

“And if I can’t give him what he wants?” Bruce asked her. He feared Lucifer had come, come for one of his children, and that was something that terrified Bruce to no end.

“He’s not taking the kids,” Cat growled lowly. He squeezed her hand and watched as a black Audi pulled up. An older man, with white hair got out when a young woman with a scarred face got the car door for him. Bruce released Selina and walked to his study where he waited. It took five minutes before his eldest daughter walked in with the Devil himself behind her.

“Mr. Morningstar,” he acknowledged as Cass slipped out of the room.

“I’ve come to collect your debt Mr. Wayne,” Lucifer said as he sat. The old man stared him in the eye with dark eyes, and Bruce frowned.

“And what do you want?”

“I want you to find my granddaughter.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason was scrolling through his texts, from Dickhead, Roy, Arty, Rose, Cass, Tim, Chris, Tiger, Artemis, demon spawn I, demon spawn II, Eddie, Connor, B, Cat, Joey, he sighed and shut off his phone as he stuffed it in his pocket before walking into the café. It wasn’t that important of a thing, and yeah, there was a big shipment to move, and logistics to coordinate, also subordinates to deal with, but Jason just wanted his fucking coffee!

Anyone who thought being a crime lord meant he was an entity who did not require sleep or coffee, they were wrong. He might not have been as needy about his caffeine as Tim, but he needed the caffeine. And it was six in the fucking morning, he wasn’t dealing with this shit! Not without coffee.

Jason came to his favorite café, the one with the best coffee he had ever had, and walked in. He kept his cap low, so as to not attract attention of people, he didn’t like people staring at his face, it made him uncomfortable.

He nodded at a regular who looked up at him.

Her black hair was short and messy her large dark eyes were showing signs of sleeplessness, her pale skin looked rather grey and he thought she needed the coffee more than he did.

“No sleep?” he asked.

“Deadline,” she answered.

“Ah,” he nodded as they shuffled in the crowd towards the register.

“What about you?” she yawned hugely.

“Big project,” he answered. Also Rose was in town, which had lead romp in the sheets.

“No sleep for the wicked then,” the girl sighed.

“Guess not,” he chuckled as they continued shuffling forward.

She and he had been regulars here for as long as he had been coming to this café. Which was since he had come to the NYC branch of the Bats. And he was guessing she was here before him. Mentally he had dubbed her little bird, she reminded him of one, and she was of his morning routine. They always showed up, at six on the weekdays, eight on the weekends, had a polite conversation as they muscled their way to the counter for their orders. She would order one for sure, sometimes three, rarely more than four. Hers was a simple order: vanilla latte, heavy on the vanilla, no expense spared on her vanilla. Weekends, she ordered tea, a London Fog, whatever that was.

Then they’d get their orders, he’d hold the door open as she left, and they’d part ways.

It was routine.

The small talk was nice, something he looked forward to, since she didn’t stare at his scar or tremble in fear like everyone else. It was just small talk, off handed comments about sleep, or books, a conversation about a tv show she was engrossed in, or a drama with a friend, all vague and personable. It was nice, something he liked, he could even bitch about his brothers and sisters to her and not worry about it getting back to them, as it was all vague and personable small talk.

It was a twenty minute, standing routine he carved out of his days for his morning caffeine fix and daily dose of small talk.

It was pleasant.

Impersonal.

Routine.

“How’s the cat?” he asked.

“You remember?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t shut up about it,” he yawned.

“I named him, officially,” she smiled tiredly.

“No shit?”

“Yeah, Sylvester,” she chuckled softly.

“Damn.”

“He’s the devil incarnated,” she swore. Then they were at the counter, she put her orders in, three today, her other two regular orders. A caramel coma inducing coffee with milk instead of cream, then a four shot expresso macchiato with enough caramel and chocolate to have him recoiling. He didn’t know who those were for, but he had a feeling it had to do with her friends. “How’s your dad?”

“Stressing, big project at work,” he replied after he place his order; coffee black with a shot of expresso.

“That’s not good,” she decided as she shouldered her bag; it wasn’t a purse really, so much as a Mary Poppin’s bag, the woman seemed to have everything in there.

“It’ll work out, mom’s good at getting him out of his head,” he admitted.

“That’s good. You have a mark on your… oh, it’s a hickey,” she blurted out, and her face pinkened.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Is it bad?”

“No, just uh… use the collar up,” she said and gestured on herself as she motioned lifting the collar up. He sighed and did as she suggested, he waited until she nodded and smiled a bit. “Better, You look better for your job now.”

“More presentable for the meetings,” he countered, and made a note to pay Rose back for the hickey. Her order and his were called out simultaneously and he watched as she grabbed the drink carrier, he followed as they made it to the door.

“See you tomorrow! Good luck in your meetings!” she smiled slightly.

“See ya, good luck with work,” he added as he got the door for her and she slipped out under his arm and they parted ways. It was all too familiar, impersonal, and routine, it was also the only welcomed interaction of his day. His phone rang as he took a sipp of the hot coffee and walked through the autumn spitting shower.

“What is it?” he asked noting it was Dickhead’s number.

“Dad’s calling us back to Gotham.”

“Can’t I got that shipment coming in from Cobblepot,” he said.

“Get Artemis to cover, this is a family emergency,” Dick said.

“Next time, start with he family emergency, I’ll be in Gotham by noon,” he said looking at his watch.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven had long since been going to that café, and as long as it was open she’d be going. They were the only ones to ever get her order right; that’s right, Starbucks had fucked her simple order up so much that she stuck to a small, out of her way café that made her leave her house at five thirty to get there at six to get to work by six thirty, which was perfect. It was a half an hour walk from her apartment, but it was a ten minute walk to her job.

The café might have been slower at serving people, crowded, stuffy, and filled with staff that she didn’t always want to deal with, but five years of going there through college and she had never had better coffee. Even three years ago when Jay had started showing up.

She had long since dubbed Mr. Sexy Muscles Jay, and part of it did have to do with the J carved into his right cheek. But she wasn’t about to call him Mr. Sexy Muscles, despite being incredibly handsome. Though she would admit the scar had been intimidating when she had first seen him, but three years of this impersonal, personal relationship they had standing and she could admit he was nothing if not a gentleman. And a complete mystery.

Raven loved it!

She liked having an impersonal stranger she could talk to, who didn’t know her and she didn’t know him, and she didn’t have to deal with all the drama of actually being friends with him. It was also nice that he was brutally honest with her, like about her situation about liking Garth but being unable to actually act on it because it was Garth and he was so beyond her league.

“I have the coffee,” she announce walking into Lantern’s Comics. She was a writer here, and she was a freelance ghost writer, but as Kyle and Jessica worked here this was where she tried to keep her main job. Though Hal wasn’t on about hiring as a full on writer for his comics about Oa, they were a huge hit with this generation. She had grown up on Oa comics.

“Thank the gods! You are the best Rae,” Kyle sighed as he grabbed his.

“I pulled another all nighter, I don’t want coffee, I was sleep and my pokemon,” Jessica whimpered into her desk.

“We finish this, then we’re set,” Raven predicted as she sat down and they got to work on finishing their deadline. The three of them were a team, Kyle the color artist, Jessica the line art artist, and Raven the writer/editor for their little comic. They had met in college, Jessica had been Raven’s roommate and Kyle had joined their group for an art project, things had never parted them and they just sort of kept working together. They no longer lived together but they met up Kyle’s bar, Warrior a lot. Raven lived over a bookstore, and Jessica lived over a garage where her mechanic neighbor drove her nuts. But it was that or live with her sister, so Jessica picked the apartment she was in.

“Raven!” Hal shouted.

“On it!” Raven hurried up to the boss’ office then.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason sat in the Gotham townhouse his many siblings there and he stared dumbfoundedly at his father, and mother. His mom’s hand was clasping his shoulder tightly as she lounged on the armrest beside him.

“You want us to find a unicorn,” Dick deduced flippantly.

“Why?” he whispered.

“What?”

“Why would you ask him?” Jason asked.

“The Joker had you,” Bruce stated icily.

“But the madman was worth making a deal with him!?” Jason roared surging to his feet. Lucifer Morningstar, the most ruthless, powerful, mobster in Europe! And Africa! Also having ties in Asia! The man’s global enterprise was a well oiled, never ceasing beast of a machine! Something built in the after math ruins of World War II and thrived in the Cold War, bloomed in the conflicts of Desert Storm and the hells of the recent wars. Lucifer, nicknamed the Devil, had never been more accurately nicknamed. A man with more power than the President or Lex Luthor, he was the most powerful crime lord ever to come into power.

“Yes! Jason! You were offering him anything he wanted!” Bruce roared back.

“So how are we to find his grandchild?” Tim asked.

“We start with Slade’s wife as Slade killed Ddrez Skath Morningstar for Arella,” Cat said. “We start, with Arella.”

“What exactly did Lucifer want?” Jason grounded out.

“He wants an heir, whoever finds the heir will have his alliance.” Bruce stated.

Window on the Right

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe can’t sleep because her bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe’s going to die because her bedroom window is on the right.

So the other day I was watching a DEH bootleg (again) and the line “Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right” really stuck with me because I couldn’t imagine how terrified Zoe must’ve felt knowing that her room, her room, was all over the internet for people to know about. So I wrote about it.

And Murphy sibling bonding? Oh hell yeah! Sign me up!

WC: 1,244

Warning: Swearing, Kinda scary? Idk

Masterlist

Their house is at the end of the cul-de-sac with the red door.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

The gate to the back is completely unlocked.

These posts filled Zoe’s mind as she got ready for bed that night. The second one bounced around her mind. Her childhood friend, Jason Harrise, his family helped support her family in their time of grief, posted it on Facebook. It’s been shared 12,347 times.

The number grows every minute.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

“Dad got him a glove, so he’s bound to have had a bat,” she said aloud as she took shaking steps down the stairs, her bare feet cold against the hardwood. Zoe made her way to the garage and looked around in the old outside-toys bin. She dug around until her fingertips brushed the undamaged wood of Connors old baseball bat. Grasping it with white knuckles, Zoe made her way back to her room.

She locked the door, triple checking that it was indeed locked, and went to her window. Her window never locked. It latched, but it was a second story window so her parents weren’t concerned about replacing the lock.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Her phone buzzed on her desk. It was her bed time text from Evan. Zoe picked it up with shaking fingers and smiled briefly at the simple “sleep tight!” with a blue heart that he sent. As sweet as he was, Zoe would never tell her boyfriend about her fears. He was always worried about everything. Adding something else for him to worry about wouldn’t be a very “good girlfriend” thing to do. So she suffered alone.

She sent back a “you too” before jumping under the covers of her bed. Zoe hugged the bat like a body pillow as the words bounced around her brain.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe can’t sleep because her bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe’s going to die because her bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe’s to blame for Connors death because her bedroom window is on the fucking right.

Her body shook as she listened outside for any sort of movement. Her heart pounded as a car drove by. That’s how damaged she was at this point. She was terrified by even the sound of a car driving by.

Little did Zoe know, a spirit was sitting beside her in bed, petting her hair in hopes of easing her to sleep. Connor Murphy knew his sister hadn’t been getting much sleep, if any, since Jason Harrise posted where her room was. So he decided to watch over her.

To protect her.

Obviously he wasn’t able to before. Maybe he could try now. Connor whipped his head towards the window when he heard something hit the side of the house.

Zoe heard it too.

The poor girl got up and walked to the window with shaking knees. She held the bat to her side, keeping a firm grip on it with her right hand. Zoe cautiously peeked out the window and widened her eyes at the sight. There, climbing a ladder towards her bedroom window on the right, was non other than Jason Harrise. Accompanying him was Matt Holtzer and Nathan Patel.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Connor watched as Zoe’s breath quickened. “Call for mom and dad,” he said, but knew she wouldn’t hear him. She couldn’t think straight and he knew it. That’s why she wasn’t thinking logically. Connor grabbed Zoe’s arm as she reached for the window to open it.

Zoe didn’t know why her arm wouldn’t budge. She wanted it to move. She asked her nerves to move her arm. But it stayed at her side as if someone was pulling against her, preventing her from opening her window. Zoe wanted to open it and knock Jason—hopefully—off the ladder. But she couldn’t move her fucking arm.

Connor kept her arm down and stood in front of her. He glared as the teenagers climbed the ladder up to his little sisters room.

Connor didn’t even want to think about what they were planning.

He let go of Zoe’s arm and stepped through the window, falling to the ground. Since he was just a spirit, he wouldn’t make a sound as he fell, which was helpful in this case. Connor grabbed onto the bottom of the ladder and gently shook it side-to-side, causing the boys to stop climbing. “Get the fuck away from my sisters window,” Connor growled and shook the ladder more violently.

The boys looked at one another. “What the fuck, Matt? I thought you said this ladder would hold all of us,” Nathan questioned.

“Doesn’t matter! Get the fuck off of this! We’ll come back tomorrow,” Jason hissed and followed his partners back down. The three boys grabbed the ladder scurried away to Jason’s truck, threw the ladder in the back, and drove away.

Connor looked back up at Zoe’s window on the right to see her staring out of it with wide, fearful eyes. He walked through the side of the house, emerging into his old kitchen. Connor walked up the stairs and through Zoe’s door, stopping in the middle of her room.

Zoe hugged the bat and made her way back to her bed. She slipped back under the covers, curling her toes into the soft fabric of her comforter in hopes of grounding herself. She felt a touch of weight add to the bed, but thought nothing of it as the post ran through her head once more.

Connor sighed and criss-cross-applesauced his legs on Zoe’s bed. He watched as Zoe struggled to shut her eyes.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe had three boys try to get into her bedroom window on the right.

Zoe almost got attacked because her bedroom window is on the right.

Zoe needs to get the hell out of here because her bedroom window is on the fucking right.

“Connor?”

His head turned to her quickly as she spoke his name. “Zoe,” he responded.

Zoe let a tear fall down her cheek. “Connor. Connor, I’m scared,” she whispered and sat up, pulling her knees into her chest. “I’m so scared.”

Connor scooted closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Zoe, you’re okay. Those assholes are gone.”

The brunette put her hands on top of her head, shielding it from the unknown. “Connor, I wish you were here. Then I’d only have one thing to be scared of. I wish you were still fucking alive. Connor I wish you didn’t fucking die. I wish you were still pounding on my door. I wish you were the only thing I would have to fear. Shit, Connor, I wish you didn’t fucking die,” Zoe cried. She couldn’t hear her brother telling her that he was beside her. She couldn’t feel his arms wrap around her to try to comfort her. She couldn’t see his face fill with concern as she grasped her hair far too tightly in fright.

Because to her, Connor wasn’t there.

Connor was gone.

Zoe was alone.

She was alone in her bedroom.

She had to protect herself in her bedroom.

She couldn’t sleep anymore in her bedroom.

Because Zoe’s bedroom window is on the right.

Reader’s Choice

So I have a pretty long request list!! If you want to help me choose, just send the number of the request to my Inbox! Just let me know that the number is a “Reader’s Choice”

If you have more than one you’d like to see, put the numbers in the order you’d prefer!!!

If anyone wants to use one of these prompts, please ask first!! Thank you!

Rules: Please only choose a MAX of 3. I will be updating this monthly, and will only accept your choices for 2 day each month. Please only send in your choice numbers during those 2 days! Thank you!!

Send your three votes to my inbox! If you post them as a comment they will not be counted!!!

If I forget to update this, don’t hesitate to remind me on the 1st of every month, but only on the 1st.

Currently Accepting Requests From This List!!

1.    Hi, A! Can you make a Conner x Abused!witch reader please? Where reader is abused by her whole family, because while she is a good person her family aren't? Can you also make the reader fall in love with Conner and the feeling is mutual? By the way, love your imagines.

2.    Can you write something where batsis has a stalker and it starts off cute but gets more dangerous?

3.    Can you write something where Tim gets really hurt while patrolling with Jason and he has to save him. Can you write it with some angst please.

4.    could you please write about Atlantean Batmom, who's maybe Arthur’s sister, and meets Bruce through him? Batmom prefers to not interfere with the league or Atlantis and the kids don't know about her heritage out of fear for their safety until she uses her abilities to prevent a catastrophe or something like that.

5.    Could you do and imagine of Catwoman's accomplish/niece being best friends with Damian and Damian leaves with the teen titans making her sad and jealous. I really love your writing and this would make my week

6.    batsis possessed by the Enchantress

7.    would you do a batsis imagine where she assaulted by one of her close guy friends and couldn't stop it, so she starts withdrawing from her family and friends. she feels weak and doesn't want them to judge her until jason finally gets her to tell him what happened after she tries to kill herself?

8.       Red Hood get thrown through the window of your local Book store and list three good reads for you before he’s up on his feet again guns blazing.

9.   Love your oldest batsis character! Could you do maybe one where is a good singer/musician and she sings them lullaby’s when they are hurt and around the house and in the shower?

10.   May I request a oneshot please, where Jon and Dami befriend a shapeshifter/reader, who's either their age or a year younger, and none of the Justice League (including Bats and Super) know about them. So it's either the Justice League finding out about them or stupid pranks (like identical Damian’s) that they pull on the Justice League?

11.   Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do a second post to the bat mom killing the joker fic? I would love to see Bruce's and the rest of the family's reaction to that. That would be awesome!

12.   Can I request where Batsis/reader has terrible insomnia, so she only gets probably an hour a sleep every day or something, and she is always up walking around the manor at odd hours of the night. She hides it from the Batfam with makeup and such. And it's basically the Batfam finding out about Batsis's terrible insomnia. Thank you!

13.   hello! i still hope your requests are still open as i wanted to send in something! could you do a Jason Todd imagine where he and the reader have a meet-cute in the library and he develops a huge crush? he talks about her constantly to Roy to the point he gets frustrated and drags him to her, only to find out it's his younger sister (or if you prefer close friend)

14.   Could you do a little sister au where bat!sis wants to join her brothers and father on patrol and follows them around all day in attempt to get them to agree to let her go and eventually Bruce agrees to take her for a few minutes in her own adorable little suit and it's just super fluffy? Sorry this is long and if that's confusing. I love you're writing and thank you so much

15.   Lil Sis Au. w/ reader watches and imitates older sibling when they spar/fight??

16.   I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write being a single mom and falling in love with single dad Roy please and thank you

17.   I wish you would write a fic where sick jay is cared for by his loving fam and reader

18.   Hello! Could you possibly do a Batmom! Reader who's like really short. Like shorter than Damian and she has trouble having some of the batboys take her seriously?

19.   So I had a shitty day, maybe a thing where batsis had an anxiety attack, then her biological dad (who is an asshole to her) make her depressed and the batfamily helps her through it

20.   Could you write a wing au with the wings mimicking emotions with Tim Drake please?

21.   For the fantasy au thing with winged people, could I please request Older Damian's SO's feathers falling out from stress and him trying to help her?

22.   I'm sorry if this is a bad request, you can change the aspects of it if you want to: I am a dragon AU (with any fandom or even not fandom related) but reader is a dragon and a knight has to slay the dragon but the knight can't do it... Thus the knight sneaks out every night because become really good friends in the end of it. Anyway before I end this request I would like to say your writing is amazing and I can't wait to read more from you!! Thanks for reading and keep up the fantastic writing!!

23.   Could you please do something with Bruce helping a batdaughter deal with a bad hit of fear toxin? It could be as sweet or angsty as you like, whatever you feel like doing!

24.   Hi!! Can I request an imagine Dick and batsis (reader) are in the same school event/gym class and it's a sparring section and they laugh it all off, and have to deal with elementary level self defense class, maybe fording themselves to lose to dummies and then when they can finally spar each other they go all out? And the class goes crazy loving it? Also:: can you tag @batty4dc

25.   Hiiii I would like to request a fiction with jason, something like the reader can control the four elements and those are represented by the bat-boys (dick-water/ jason-fire / Tim-air / Damian- earth). The reader is obviously more interested in the fire element so jason. I really like something with some fluff but also passionate (like light smut if you do that). U don't know if the request is clear but thank you.

26.   Older Batsis coming home from a rough night on patrol to find one of her brothers sitting on her couch? Whichever brother you prefer!

27.   Can I request Terry McGinnis w/ a telepathic/telekinetic s/o and they flirt a lot during patrol so Bruce always scolds them

28.   Is there any way you can do a part 2 to the Damian Wayne x reader My Mate?

29.   Can request jason flirting with a telepathic/telekinetic reader

30.   Hi! I was wondering if you could do this request for me? I want a Damian x Reader, Please! I was thinking that the plot could be that Damian used the bully the reader because maybe she was deaf or something like that. The bullying gets so bad that the reader switches school, and Damian feels so guilty. Years later, Damian sees the reader once more, and he tries to make amends. Angst at first then maybe something sweet? Thank you! Love your writing!

31.   Batboy of your choice dating a single mom

32.   Can you write an hc were Batmom has a daughter that's in her teens that clings to Batmom and the boys think she's an attention hog they wind up in a fit and she starts crying and Batmom comes in and stops them and they find out she has awake terrors and that's why she's clingy to mom because she's scares so they start helping with her and now she's clingy with all of them. Thank you for your time, bye.

33.   oh hi how about when reader died or get hurt really bad maybe after she get married to jason/Dami *boi you can chose* and she was pregnant if you chose to her to stay alive the baby died if you chose to her to die than both of them is dead :'c sorry but I really need to read something sad #rosegurl🌹

34.   Can you do an imagine on being 16 and being the youngest member of the suicide squad and there all really protective of you and you start to date or something

35.   Ok, how about this. Damian with a neko reader. He would definitely go crazy and want to pet her ears. Please and thank you

36.   How would the JL and Batfam react if they found out that Batmom outsmarted the Joker on her own. Like he kidnaps her because hey Bruce, you're rich af, and instead of crying and praying for rescue she scolds Joker and he's like, wow ok, I see your point. He doesn't immediately become a grade A citizen or something but, you get the gist. Thx love!

37.   "i didn't mean to hurt your feelings" with Tim and jason please?

38.   hey can i get an older! Damián x reader imagine based on fools by lauren aquilina??

39.   Can I request a Tim X Reader? Where Tim meets the reader at a bookshop and they hit it off. Fluffyness please. Bonus if the rest of the Batfam teases Tim about her.

40.   Yes yes do a fix with Ariel and Damian I'm begging you ❤ and I love the prince of the sea, it's so cute to think of Jay as innocent merman

41.   So I was going through your work and found this thing about batsis, and how villains loved her. And now all I can think is batsis having some recital or fucking graduation or something, and half the fucking crowd is there for her. There's villains, anti-hero's, super-heroes. Their all there for her omg.

42.   Oh oh oh can you write Jason being in love with reader who's close friends with all the batboys and she's especially close to dick and Jason gets jealous and upset and super insecure because he thinks she likes dick when in reality she's in love with Jason (you can do the ending anyway you want)

43.  For face the music, how about some cute Connor x reader moments. Like he hears her laugh for the first time(really hard at that) then she's about to walk out her her pajamas (I sleep with an over-sized shirt and my underwear cuz it's hella comfy) And then some bonding time with Conner, Reader, and Talia?

44.  Hey! Can you please do another Nsfw to dick speaking Romanian? I just read the first one and I really really liked it

45.  Hey, could you pleaassee do something with a sick reader?? I've been trying to find one everywhere and can't.

46. Part 2 for New Sons!

Plus One - A Batman Fic

What if Terry McGinnis were always a part of the Wayne Family? Here's my take on how he would have met them the first time. ----------------------------- Amanda Waller watched, as she was bound to do. She watched Gotham. More specifically, she watched its protector, Batman, and his horde of BatBabies. She watched Batman rescue countless civilians, dispense justice to evildoers, and occaisionally stop his impulse to adopt every child he came across, before disappearing into the night. She watched Bruce Wayne flail spectacularly through life, somehow managing to run his business with great success, and his home with lesser success. Still, it was endearing to see that the Keeper of the Night could not manage to rein in his little ones. She watched Nightwing fly across Gotham and Blüdhaven, distracting his enemies with his tight fitting suit and defined butt before inevitably striking them down. She watched Dick Grayson work his day job, get home in time for dinner and to fight crime, and smother his siblings with endless, unnecessary, affection. She watched the Red Hood barrel through Gotham, pissing off every villain and leaving a trail of bodies behind him. When confronted with his vicious ways by his mentor, he would shrug and say something to the effect of "oops," and then turn around to make eyes at Nightwing, who eyed him right back. She watched Jason Todd rise from the dead and trample all over Bruce's life, bringing angst and his own particular brand of love, and a dry sense of humor. Of course, he still managed to make eyes at Dick Grayson, who eyed him right back. She watched Red Robin sail across Gotham, outsmarting criminals left and right, and doing more of the same with the Titans. She watched Tim Drake expertly handle Wayne Enterprises, high school, and his ridiculous family with admirable grace. She watched him nerd out over simple pleasures - Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Yuri on Ice, and saw the glimpse of youth that not even life as a vigilante had managed to take from him. She watched Black Bat let her actions do the talking in Gotham, pulverizing any and all ne'er do wells in her path, instilling fear in the hearts of the evildoers she left in he wake. She watched Cassandra Cain silently float through life, doted upon by her father and brothers, speaking once again through her actions to show how much she loved and appreciated he life now. She watched Robin tear his way across Gotham, protecting his city and those he considered his own viciously. She watched him trail his eldest brother with interest, learning and growing at his side. She watched Damian Wayne grump his way through his house, antagonizing everyone but his oldest brother and his sister. She watched him lavish care on his pets, and indeed every animal he came across. She watched Alfred Pennyworth despair of all of the above, and care for them through thick and thin, a slatwart presence in the family's otherwise tumultuous lives, his reward being everyone's presence at the dinner table in sound body and mind. Amanda Waller took a deep breath, and came to a decision. She looked down at the bassinet by her side, and tickled the warbling baby. Slowly, a smile worked its way onto her face. ------------- "Daddy, the doorbell is ringing." "Jason, don't call me daddy if you're going to be snarky about it," Bruce scolded. "Do it only if you mean it." "Oh yeah? You gonna punish me, daddy?" Jason breathed, inching forward sultrily. "Ew," Bruce said, leaving quickly, while his children - his immature, hellion, children - dissolved into laughter behind him. He pulled open the door and stared irately into thin air before a mewling sound at his feet caused him to look down, and felt a familiar feeling stirring in his gut. He knew it well - it was the urge to adopt. Bruce walked back into the kitchen armed with a wicker basket, and proceeded to hand it to Dick, who promptly dissolved into happy squeals. "Oh, Bruce, you got me a baby! I knew you loved me!" A small, baby boy looked up at Dick, startled, as the older man proceeded to smother it with butterfly kisses. "I found it on the doorstep," Bruce said. "I just need you to hold it. I need to go to the washroom," he said testily, excusing himself, waddling away with a suddenly tense bladder. The rest of the family immediately crowded around the baby to admire the new human, poking and cooing over him. Alfred stared dubiously after Bruce, wondering if he should place an order for a shipment of diapers. Amid the cooing, Damian rifled around the asset that the baby had come in, and pulled out a letter. He handed it to Dick, who read it out. "Dear Bruce," he read, "I made you a baby from some blood I got off of you. Love, Amanda Waller. PS - you're welcome." Everyone turned in shock as they heard a ragged rasping noise from the doorway, only to see Bruce fall to the ground, choking on his own spittle. Alfred rushed to his side while the kids took a closer look at the cheerfully thrashing baby. "Can I name him?" Damian asked, turning pleading eyes upon Dick, who promptly melted. "Of course, Dami!" "Then I hereby declare this brother of mine to be...Terrence." There was a silence after which Jason snorted. "That's a douche name. We should call him something like...Rambo." "No," Cassandra said definitively, silencing the dissenters. "Terrence is good." She promptly bent down and started blowing raspberries on Terrence's small tummy, causing little giggles to burst forth. "Who's my little baby boy? Who's my good little boy?" Dick cooed, bouncing Terrence. "No one," Bruce said rudely. "Apparently, he's my baby boy." Dick pouted massively, looking at Bruce with cow eyes. "Aw, don't worry. I'll be your baby, Dickie," Jason said salaciously, prompting a blush from the older man. "Ugh, incest," Tim muttered, taking Terrence away as Dick and Jason eyed each other hungrily. "Bruce, you've failed as a parent." Bruce strode forward purposefully and dragged Dick away to lock him in the highest room in Wayne Manor, and came back with Dick's startled screams echoing behind him. "There, that's one problem taken care of," he said, dusting his hands off. "Now, hand over Terrence." Tim danced out of Bruce's grasp, taking his brother with him. "I'm going to update our social media profile," he said. "We have to introduce little Terry to the world." "By that, he means that he's going to spend one minute uploading a picture of him and the baby to facebook, and the rest of the time showing him off to Connor on skype," Jason said helpfully. "Connor? Connor Kent? What's he got to do with this?" "Drake and the alien are dating, Father," Damian informed him. "I assume Drake is going to use Terrence to incite paternal feelings in his boyfriend's heart, causing him to fly over here from Smallville to play with the baby, which will then lead to "playing" with Drake as well." Bruce looked horrified, which Damian used to his advantage by snatching Terrence away and waddled off to instruct his new sibling on the proper use of a katana. Bruce tried to lock Tim away with Dick in the highest floor of Wayne Manor, when Alfred pointed out that unlike Jason, Connor could fly. Several minutes later, Bruce returned, looking smug after he had finished locking Tim in the basement, and then proceeded to kick Jason out. "Don't come back until you've banished your incestuous thoughts!" He yelled after Jason, as he tumbled down the stairs. Walking back into the house, he patted himself on the back. "I'm a good daddy."

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“Dick, he *said* he wasn’t going to spend his next Aestus in Gotham.” Tim tried to be reasonable.

“Yeah, but I thought-” Dick chewed on his lip and hugged himself, “I just wish he’d have told us *something*.”

Tim wanted to tell him that Jason would be fine and that he would keep himself safe during Aestus. But they both knew that wasn’t necessarily true.

“Good job today.” Tim told his team. The Titan’s beamed back at him in various states of exhaustion and elation over their victory. The prison riot had been rough, especially considering some of the high level meta’s that had gotten out of their cells, but they’d managed to contain it and nobody had died or escaped.

“Dude, the way you grappled that crazy with the flame hands so he just *fwume*! right into the water, so crash.” Bart zipped up to his side and threw a arm around his shoulder.

“Solid work getting the security guards to safety Kid Flash.” Tim praised deciding to allow the unprofessional behavior for a moment before turning back to the others after a moment, “Let’s regroup at the Tower to debrief. Someone started this thing for a reason, it’s possible that this was just a test run. Let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

The others coursed their agreement with wide grins before starting to disperse. Cassie caught his gaze a gave a tentative smile. Tim nodded in return, wanted her to know that they were good even if Red Robin couldn’t be openly affectionate. Cassie beamed in return.

This was 5th or so mission together as a team since he got back. At first he’d been worried that the drama would affect the way they functioned cohesively but that hadn’t been the case. Tim quickly realized that the team was waiting to take point from him. It would only have dissolved into a tension if he made it that way.

“Need a lift?” Kon asked him semi-casually, looking a little nervous but hopeful. Tim regarded him thoughtfully. So far, he’d been letting Bart transport him from missions rather than flying with Kon as he normally did. He wasn’t sure how either of them would be feeling so he went with the safest route. But thus far Kon seemed more at ease with Tim somehow than he had when they were dating and he was trying to guess and second guess what he wanted. And as for Tim…

“That would be much appreciated.” Tim nodded. Kon’s face lit up and Bart gave a little woop of triumph. Tim knew the young speedster had been more undone by his best friend’s breakup then they had in some ways. Bart gave him a quick excited squeeze before zipping off in a flash of color. Tim extended a gloved hand to Kon, “Shall we?”

“I gotcha dude,” Kon said happily taking hold of him before launching into the sky. Flying wasn’t the best time for talking, the wind carrying away any potential words they might say to each other, so Tim took the time instead to take stock.

He felt… surprisingly alright. He was worried Kon holding him might stir up feelings he was only just getting straightened out. That’s how it was supposed to be with ex’s, wasn’t it? A whole tangle of confusing and contradicting emotions? Instead, being with and talking to Kon again felt absurdly normal. This was still one of his best friends. It felt almost anticlimactic considering how much he had worried. But also so very relieving.

“Tim,” Kon started once they touched down, “Are… are we cool?”

“Yeah, we’re ‘cool’, Kon.” Tim snorted a little.

“And about- about me and Cassie…” Kon started.

“I’m glad you two make each other happy.” Tim cut him off holding up a hand, “That’s what I wanted for you.”

Kon gripped his forearm and clapped his back, but with the overflowing look in his eyes Tim was surprised he hadn’t tried to squeeze the life out of him with a hug. Too cool for that today apparently. Tim felt the corner of his mouth twitch fondly.

“I want that for you too, dude.” Kon told him sincerely, “You deserve someone who’ll love you right.”

For a moment Tim could only think of Dick’s blinding smiles and Jason’s firm and tender hands on his skin.

“Of course.” Tim said lightly. Kon gave his arm another squeeze before letting go and heading towards the roof door. Tim made to follow him but his communicator beeped making him pause.

“Red Robin here.” He said quickly.

“Nightwing here, checking to see if you’d heard anything from Hood lately.” Dicks voice was a little strained. It set Tim on red alert immediately.

“Negative. Is something the matter?” Tim asked seriously.

“...Not sure yet.”

“Shall I come back?”

“If you could?”

“On my way. See you in an hour. Red Robin out.” Tim hung up. Kon had paused at the door and was watching him cautiously. Tim knew he had heard everything, “I’ve got to go. Bat business. Have Wonder Girl take charge of the debrief.”

“Be careful.” Kon said seriously.

“You too.” Tim said before heading for the chamber that held the Batjet and setting it’s coordinates for Gotham.

He hadn’t seen Jason in a while. They hadn’t had breakfast together in quite a while since both of them had been rather busy. Jason hadn’t even been in the country in a while as far as Tim knew. The thought had passed through his head a few times that maybe Jason was avoiding him, but he’d brushed it off. It wasn’t uncommon for people in their pack to go months without speaking to each other if they got heavily embedded in a case. Dick seemed concerned that something was up though, and Tim trusted his judgment. He did generally see more of Jason then Tim did.

Worriedly, Tim wondered if perhaps he had something to do with it. If he was throwing off their relationship somehow. What was supposed to be a one night stand had happened 4 more times. Addictively hot encounters that always left Tim’s skin buzzing with pleasantly intense aftershocks. Had feared that may he had grown to crave them more than was allowed. Though he hadn’t seen or heard from either of them in several months. He had assumed that that was probably a message trying to distance them so they could have a more platonic pack relationship again.

He could deal with that, he told himself, he was only ever supposed to be guest anyway.

“Tim.” Dick greeted him the moment he stepped off the jet. Tim frowned, that wasn’t a good sign. Then again, Dick was still in civies. He looked stressed out and anxious.

“Dick, what’s going on? Has something happened? Why do you want to know where Jason is?” Tim asked.

“Tim,” Dick said running a hand through his hair, “It’s December again.”

It took a moment for that information to click into place.

“Dick, he said he wasn’t going to spend his next Aestus in Gotham.” Tim tried to be reasonable.

“Yeah, but I thought-” Dick chewed on his lip and hugged himself, “I just wish he’d have told us something .”

“What do you mean, when did you guys last talk?” Tim frowned something begining to nag at the back of his head.

“Not for… it’s been about 2 ½ months. No, more like 3. I’ve been getting worried.” Dick said.

Tim stared.

“That… me too.” Tim said, “About 3 months since he contacted me since he said he was leaving town for case.”

“I- yeah, I know. But that case has been over for ages. Bruce mentioned it.” Dick said pacing back and forth in the cave.

“Where is Bruce?” Tim asked. Usually their lead Alpha was the most protective of their annual high heats. He was surprised he wasn’t around throwing an even bigger fit than Dick.

“He left a couple weeks ago for an undercover thing in Hong Kong.” Dick said waving his hand, “I stayed here to try and track down Damian. He moved away from the little church where he had been staying and Babs hasn’t been able to tack down the new location yet.”

“He wouldn’t have been able to do that without some kind of outside help.” Tim noted with alarm a little side tracked, “You don’t think the League…?”

“No.” Dick said firmly, “I don’t think Damian would purposefully backslide like that. But I also think this cold war business has gone on too long. I think it’s past time that I went and talked to him.”

“Ah, yes…” Tim said a little uncomfortably.

“Not asking you to, little bird. I understand what happened and I’m glad Bruce stood up for you.” Dick said raising a hand, “But Damian is very important to me too. He’s still a kid and I want to be there for him while he sorts himself out.”

“Of course.” Tim said. It was a little relieving to hear. If anyone could walk alongside the young assassin till he got to a better place, it was Dick.

“But I’m really worried about Jason. Something about this situation just doesn’t feel right.” Dick said earnestly.

“Was there anything that happened 3 months ago?” Tim asked frowning.

“Not that I can think of? We weren’t fighting. I thought we were doing pretty good. He’d even been a bit more affectionate the last couple time we were together.” Dick said.

“Anything else? Mission related?” Tim asked though he was pretty sure-

“Nah. Jason made some ins on the trafficking down on the westside. He did have that one injury where he went off with Kori and Roy to recover, but he was right back here again a week or two later so it wasn’t anything serious. Um, oh I guess there was some new versions of venom making it’s way around that Jason shut down a lot harder than usual.” said Dick looking frustrated.

“I suppose there was a chance that case could have been triggering, but that wouldn’t explain why he stopped contacting the pack. Especially you.” Tim agreed

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, which is why I was hoping you had news.” Dick sighed.

“Sounds like you two need to talk.” Tim tried diplomatically.

“Yeah. But in the meantime he’s going into Aestus with nobody to keep an eye out for him.” said Dick worriedly.

“Maybe he found someone outside the pack?” Tim suggested.

“Kori is off planet and Roy is in Star City training Connor.” Dick shook his head.

“And Jason doesn’t really have a lot of people he’d trust to get anywhere near him during Aestus.” finished Tim grimly.

He wanted to tell Dick that Jason would be fine and that he would keep himself safe during Aestus. But they both knew that wasn’t necessarily true. He’d made himself heat sick and gotten dangerously dehydrated last year. Still, Tim also knew from experience how violating it could be to have someone come uninvited into your den during Aestus. How threatening. He didn’t want to do that to Jason. At the same time, in a choice between keeping him alive… and just about anything else, there was no contest.

“Call Bruce. He’ll have an emergency line he can be reached on.” Tim said finally sighing, “Jason might hate us for it but…”

“Yeah.” agreed Dick and grabbed his communicator.