Ngl I'm lowkey intrigued by the idea of Jason being considered an actual "Al Ghul Prince" (even if Damian is still the Al Ghul heir) and what kind of drama that could entail in your fic XD

A…. lot. Honestly at this point “What you’re longing for” is more of a soap opera than anything lmao.

I’m not sure if it’s gonna fit into the fic yet, most likely it will stay heavily implied, but if the Bats do end up finding out about Jason’s status as, well, royalty in a way, Bruce is sure to get some more gray hairs lmao.

Jason for his part… mostly doesn’t realize what it means to be so thoroughly incorporated into the al Ghul family. He just thinks he’s finally lucked out on a family that would (and has already) killed for him. He remains largely oblivious to all the deference the regular league members show him now and thinks it’s due to his rank as a general.

(He is also not aware of the couple Shadows that Talia and Ra’s have tailing him at all times in case he ever gets in over his head with a bust, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Father's day post pt. 2

Sydall, father of Laima- he is a very protective father but also very proud of her. Teaching her how to hunt and fight at a very young age when Azura wasn't around. He will do anything for his lucky star, his baby snow owl. Anyone who's ever tried to harm her has mysteriously disappeared. In fact he's the reason King Alduin vanished and was never found. He killed Alduin for decapitating Laima in the 18th century.

Ulfric, father of Osvald, Nora, Hugo, Nala, Dante, Jessie, Dexter, Talia, Harvey, Darrin, and Spencer' He is a very loving father. Though he did not know of the existence of Harvey and Darrin till the early 2000's and he's completely out of Spencer's life. He is still very loving and protective like his father. And even though Spencer was born in a time he wishes to forget, if she needed his help he would be there as quick as lighting. Litteraly.

Raphiel, father of twin stillborns- he would make possible the best father out of all these guys. Super tentative and caring with both the children and their mother.

Restus, father of Viola, Silvester, Hana, and Domink- he's a good father, not always there due to his work as a psychiatrist and a psychological professor but still a good dad. Always helping the little ones with what they need.

Sebastian, father of Leonid, Mishka, Laelette, Mercer, Jesibel, and Marshall- he is... well he's a neglectful father to say the least. Leo, Misha Lae, and Mercer rely more on Azura then theor own father while Jesibel and Marshall rely more on Restus then Sebastian. This is mostly due to the fact that his soul is also chained to the Golden Soul's of the holy lady St. Mary.

Toros, father of Valkyrie and Vidya- Inferno wolf with his Inferno pups. He loves then to death a d kills anyone who harms them.

Uriel, father of Coraline, Helios, Selene, and Saor- he's a very overbearing and protective father. Exspecaly after Coraline died from illness in 1698. He wants to know what their plans for the day are every morning and works out schedules for them. Even for Saorr despite him not living in Uriels house.

Leonid(Leo), father of Mirabell- he is a very very protective father. Mirabell is not aloud to do so many damn things that he might as well smother her with a pillow at this point with how protective he is to keep her from leaving the house. Though he does hate how obsessively protective he is of her due to the fear of his mother kidnapping and killing Mirabell. He will allow her to go to friends houses as long as he's met them before and if Nico is with her.

Caspian, father of Asuka, Livius, Titania, Cináed, Piroska, Theodoric, and Sergius- very tired papa. His kids drain him of every ounce of energy he has. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't love them. Hell he would spoil them rotten if Zila didn't threaten for him to sleep outside or no bedroom fun time for three months if he were to spoil them.

Orion, father of Runa and Rune- ahhh look at myyyy little death puuuups. Dude has dad jokes for days like Ulfric. Very loving and protective, will eat anyone who hurts them.

Lycaon, father of Coyote- he... he doesn't know what he's doing. One day a women that he fed off of and slept with came up to him with a basket that held the little wolf shifter in it and shoved it into Lycaon's hand saying that it was his son and it was also his problem as she did not want the baby and left. When Azura was informed the lady went missing and later turned up brutally murdered. The younger draconic vampire is now just trying to figure out how tf one takes care of a tiny child.

Hircine, father of Sparrow- how does a werewolf take care of a baby vampire? With the help of his Vampire twin sister who's daughter is a werewolf pup. This wolf boi is doing his best with his daughter who can fly while he can't. He loves her to death and will devour anyone who harms her.

Good influence, bad influence.

Tim is one of those, and he gets the other one. Guess which is which. Ft a murder kitten, two oblivious birds, a divorce-preventing baby and a murderous mother.

(Thanks to @the-quiet-carrotcake who helped me think this through on chat and gave me ideas (THANKS BABE), and tagging @animemangasoul because they understand my need to ALWAYS include Kon when writting about Tim.

This sat on my wips for so long now, so I’m not even proofreading it. Just take it away, please)

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-Are you sure I can’t just stab her?

-Really sure.

-How much?

-Like, 100% sure.

-You told me once it’s impossible to ever/

-...be 100% sure of something, I know. Which is how you know I mean it now.

Damian puffed his cheeks. Tim was sure that, in his mind’s eye, he looked dignifiedly annoyed. In reality, it was adorable. But since Damian currently held his right hand hostage, and was probably holding onto his dagger inside his pocket with the other one, he didn’t want to risk pointing it out. He just tugged him away, swimming through the masses, as Damian had called them upon entering the ballroom.

-But why not? 

It was as close to a whine a sound as the kid could make, which upped his adorable factor another notch. 

-You’d get blood on your suit, for one. And then, my mom would kill you.

A little shudder at the mention of Janet Drake, though the kid composed himself quickly- I wouldn’t let a single drop fall on me, cousin. I’m not an amateur.

Since Damian would have used another, more offensive word not so long ago, Tim ignored the pointed look he got when he said ‘amateur’. Also, the use of modern slang was something he was painstakingly drilling into him, so he was quiet proud when it bore fruits.

-Also, you’d draw attention to ourselves. And that woman didn’t even do anything worthy of such a reaction.

-She dared touch me! Treated me like, like… like a kid!

Pointing out that he, in fact, was one wouldn’t go well, so Tim’s mind offered an alternative route. 

-You don’t know? -he blurted out, feigning surprise. Damian looked up at him, eyes squinting suspiciously, and there, very well hidden (but not enough he didn’t notice) a little hesitancy.

-Know what?

Tim let go of the little, calloused hand, and placed both of his on the slimmer shoulders, bending down a bit to be face to face with his charge for the night. The blond wig and round glasses weren’t enough to hide Damian’s almost aristocratic features, but they sure managed to misdirect someone about his bloodline. No one would be able to tell he was Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul’s son, which was kinda the idea.

It had been a chore, to put the disguise in the proud boy, but Tim had been the one to achieve it when he dressed it as a training exercise: they had to make it through the party without its host, Mr Wayne, recognizing him.

Easy peasy, or so he had told mother when he assured her she could go make business with aunt Nicole and leave them be. He hadn’t calculated… well, other people.

-About Mrs Stingdom’s homeland.

Damian was too dignified to look over his shoulder at the lady in question, but Tim could see he wanted to.

-She’s a gothamite -he pointed out, because as Tim had suggested, he did his homework about who was attending to the party. A bit, at least. The story of so many boring socialites was too much to bear.

-She married a gothamite -he explained, doing his best to look stern about Damian’s apparent misinformation-. She’s actually from another land, which is why she pinched your checks. In her culture, it’s a sign of utmost respect towards people under ten years old who are still considered to be superiors, despite their age.

It sounded far fetched, even to his own ears, but he was playing into Damian’s social incompetency and his arrogance at believing himself above all others, which is why the kid nodded slowly after a few seconds, eating the whole lie in one bite.

His bespectacled eyes bore into his, brows furrowed. His hands went to Tim’s, still on his shoulders, a little unsure.

-Should I expect more of this… cultural difference? So I won’t be underprepared, should anyone else wish to pay me their respects in a new manner?

Sensing a chance to prevent a future stabbing, Tim was quick to nod. Mom was going to be so proud!

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A little later that night, a new issue arose. Since Tim was pretty busy handling the seven year old, he had to forgo his usual Wayne-party routine, which was basically to find one of the sons and hide with them for the rest of the night.

Of course, neurotic bastards like them wouldn’t take a change in routine go like that. Because Bruce has instilled paranoia and curiosity on them like Alfred did with manners, and sadly, the last one’s teachings rarely showed up.

-Timmy! Here you are. I was worried, since you never approached us. Aww, who’s this kid? You made a friend?

He groaned internally. Dick, and behind him he could spot Jason, eyebrow arched at the novelty of Tim not looking for them immediately. He wanted to, thrived in the chance to spend even a few minutes with his idols, but duty calls, and his mind didn’t like the possibles outcomes would Damian and the Waynes meet.

-Hey, Dick… Jay. Good evening -he smiled politely, hand clutching tighter Damian’s. Don’t notice, don’t notice, please don’t notice.

To his immense relief, none of them seemed to find anything noteworthy in Damian’s face, which… was also kinda disappointing, despite him wishing for it. Like, yeah, the wig and glasses were good misdirect, but really? He would have noticed the similarities with Bruce despite them, and those two were supposedly detectives…

-Stop being so formal, kid -grumbled Jason, big hand making a mess of Tim’s styled hair. He would have complained, but… Jason’s voice and hand, okay? He was a weak teenager. Don’t judge him- Know ya since y’were  half that heigh, and lighter than my jacket.

Tim’s hormones ignored the comment on him being small, and  focused on the mental image of the mentioned jacket, most likely leather and well worn. 

…This was so not the time for  fantasizing. 

A tiny, calloused hand slapped Jason’s away, which promptly changed the mood.

-Don’t touch my cousin, you/

But Tim had prepared for this outcome, so his own hand rose just as quickly to cover Damian’s mouth.

At the word ‘cousin’, both heroes looked very interested. Tim was under no delusions, well aware Bruce and each of his adopted children had made their own background checks on him and his entire family, so they would know Damian’s claim to familiarity to be a lie, but they also couldn't really call them out on it without making it obvious they investigated him.

His head was already hurting for all the social maneuvering he had to do to keep out of trouble, and now, adding two concerned birds and one murderous kitten, it was even worse.

This was going to be a very, very long night. But both mom and Nicole had asked him, so he wouldn’t try to get out of being a (as) good (as possible) role model.

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Tim winced, muscles locking in a poor attempt at not showing it. From the look Conner gave him, at the other side of the room where he was being chewed out by Lex, he failed miserably at hiding his pain; which, in turn, enraged his mom even more.

-What. Did. You. DO?!

The hand not currently held by his mother went to his ear, protecting it from the almost demonic screech. He could see Auntie Nicole doing the same, sitting with Damian on the couch, sharing tea and cookies as they watched the whole show. The nine year old showed a surprising amount of sympathy towards Tim’s injuries, for someone who had been harshly trained since birth and had recently begun a career as vigilante (not that Tim was supposed to know about it, though). Or was it pity because of mom’s rage?

-You told me no tights and spandex! Never said anything about a mask and a hoodie, and Conner and the guys really needed my help with strategizing -he defended himself, because even if he shouldn't know about the waynes being heroes, he had been Conner’s friend since he found and subsequently freed him from Lex’s secret lab, which in turn warranted mom’s rule against heroing that he had just broke-. And don’t yell at me, I can hear you perfectly fine.

-I’M NOT YELLING! -she lied, tightening the bandage, scowl growing in power-, AND MASKS WERE IMPLIED AS A NO! Also, what are those if not thighs?

-Skinny jeans!

-They are indecent, that’s what they are!

On the other side of the room, Kon seemed to be having a less exhausting time than Tim. Lucky bastard, Luthor had less experience in parenthood, hadn’t yet reached the Scolding Mastery level.

-Hey! Auntie Nicole dresses like that -he points to the woman, who raises an eyebrow- and you don’t tell her anything! Look at her cleavage, you can almost see her bellybutton! 

-Leave me out of this -asked the woman, taking the teapot to refill Damian’s cup; he, in turn, handed her the cookies platter.

Ignoring her best friend, Janet snapped again- NICOLE ISN’T MY STUPID FOURTEEN YEAR OLD SON, WHO IS NEVER SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!

-What light of day? This is Gotham, we don’t have sunlight anyway. And I’m not stupid, my IQ is higher than everyone’s in this room.

-IT SURELY LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE FROM WHERE I’M STANDING, HERE, RE-BANDAGING YOUR ARM!

Tim sighed, locking eyes with Conner in solidarity; or he wanted to, but the smug bastard’s scolding was over and he and Luthor had joined the Al Ghuls in their tea party.

-Come on, mom. This’ but a scratch.

-YOU GOT SEVEN STITCHES!!!! I can’t believe this.

She barely got her son out of vigilantism by monitoring his Wayne-Interaction and threats of boarding school and then he went and befriended a group of teen heroes and threw all her hard work straight to the trash. No, he skipped that part, he went directly to the dumpster and burried her good intentions under a pile of shit.

But really, she couldn’t very well make him entirely responsible of this, not when he got carried away by Conner’s ‘do the right thing’ speech. And Conner had came into their lives because of…

In blind rage, she finished her patch job on her son’s arm and turned in a flash to face Lex, whose face went quickly from amused to scared.

-WHY DID YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE A KID WITH SUPERMAN?

Sensing she was done with him, Tim went to sit by Kon, who moved a bit on his individual couch so they could share it, though it was a very tight fit.

-Clone -he corrected helpfully, TTK bringing Tim his coffee cup closer.

-Did I stutter? And I wasn’t talking to you, was I?

Nicole seemed like she was having the time of her life right now- So hey, listen, between you and LITERAL SUPERMAN, who was the one on the receiving end when you pictured yourself having a kid with him? Like, who was getting it? Because, pal, odds aren’t in your favor, you know.

-Don’t be stupid, dear -huffed Janet, looking at her friend’s green eyes and calming don infinitesimally- If he was actually getting it, he wouldn't have resorted to having his kid to get his attention.

-IT’S A CLONE, AND I ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T MAKE HIM TO GET THAT ALIEN’S ATTENTION! He’s my enemy, not my lover, what is wrong with you people.

-Am I a divorce-preventing baby? -asked Kon to Tim, raising an eyebrow. The other kid just shrugged.

-Looks like it. Not like Uncle Lex had any other way to keep Superman from leaving him…

-I’m right here.

-I know, Uncle Lex. I love you, but you need to rethink your choices. If the man wants to go, let him go. Kon doesn’t need any brothers. I can’t deal with more of him, one is more than enough.

Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

Guess who decided to completely forgo studying to write instead :D For those who asked for more backstory on Day 2, here it is! It can still be read on its own, however. There’s also mention of a car crash near the middle, nothing long or explicit but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, enjoy!

Ao3 - Masterlist

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Marinette had always loved fire. Dangerous as it was, what with being able to consume entire rooms in seconds or entire forests in very few hours when it wasn’t controlled, it brought good memories to her. 

When she was a child, her parents used to take her camping during the summer holidays. They would close down the bakery for a week and camp out in the countryside. She would help her papa collect materials to make a campfire, making a circle with rocks, and piling the logs, sticks, and pinecones they had found in the middle of it. Her favorite part was always seeing it lit up. The blue and orange flames hypnotized her, the crackling sound of burning wood lulling her into a calm state. After they finished setting it up, the three of them would sit in front of it at night and sing happily, her dad occasionally adding more wood. They did that until it was time to have dinner or go to bed.

Marinette had fond memories of those times. 

She also associated fire with the smell of home. The giant oven where her parents cooked the bread every morning made its wonderful smell spread throughout the whole building, and she loved it when they let her look at it while it was being cooked. The little girl simply found herself drawn in by the intricate patterns of the fire, even if trying to commit them to memory was futile, as they kept disappearing into thin air before she could. 

One of the first dresses she had designed, when she was 12 years old, had been a homage to this particular aspect of her childhood. A beautiful gown with several tulle layers that tried to emulate the color range of the flames. Reds and oranges and yellows with very delicate touches of blue made up the skirt, while the top was a deep red corset with an asymmetric neckline. Young Mari had been very proud, and had made that dress as soon as she had been able to save up money to buy the materials she needed.

These were some of the main reasons why Marinette liked fire so much. 

But it’s well known that an innumerable amount of good can always meet its demise in the hands of one single bad thing. 

No matter how many compliments you receive on your outfit for the day, the one mean comment from that person that doesn’t like you will be the one to stick with you.

You can do several good deeds and favors to people. They will always resent the one time you couldn’t help them.

No matter how many good memories you associate with something, how pure the feelings you attach to it are. One bad experience will bring it crashing down.

And crash it did.

The smell of singed flesh and smoke was making Marinette dizzy. She couldn’t see anything but she could hear screams and calls for help. Was that her maman? She wasn’t able to tell. Where was her papa? He had been driving when a car derailed from the next lane over, colliding straight into the side of their car where Marinette was leaning against the window. 

Her body was screaming at her to move, to get away from the intense heat surrounding her, yet it hadn’t been able to. 

Mari thought she could hear someone calling for her, telling her to hang in there. She was trying her best, but the smoke was filling her lungs and she could feel the agonizing pain from her burnt skin. Turned out, trying her best wasn’t nearly enough, and the girl lost consciousness not long after.

Only to immediately wake up again with a scream.

Breathing heavily she tried to move her hands around to check where she was and started panicking a little when she couldn’t. She noticed something was holding her down and tried to squirm her way out of it.

“Shh, Angel. It’s okay, it’s just me.”

That voice made Marinette quickly snap back to reality. The something now felt like two very familiar strong arms, and they were gently holding her close in a tight hug.

“Damian…” She finally breathed out and relaxed against him, letting the warmth of his body seep into hers. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. It’s only 2, and you know I wouldn’t let you wake up from one of those nightmares alone.” Her boyfriend was trying to soothe her by running his fingers through his hair. “Was it the same one again?”

Marinette weakly nodded, still burrowing her face on his chest. Her little birdie smelled like home, a mix of his cologne and the baked treats Mari gifted him with every day. She knew she was safe with him.

Damian hated seeing his love like this, terrified and curled in on herself. It made him feel small and useless. Even if living together now let him be there for her every night, helping her settle back down and fall asleep again, he was powerless against the nightmares. They would keep on coming no matter what they tried to do. Provided, they had become much less frequent after she had agreed to start seeing a therapist (she had smacked him with a wooden spoon when he tried suggesting it that way, perhaps he shouldn’t have snickered), but they hadn’t been completely eradicated.

“Stop that. " Marinette could almost hear all of his thoughts spiraling down, as they always did whenever something happened that he couldn't fix. She felt slightly guilty about making her boyfriend so worried, but at least it wasn't as bad as it once was. Damian's reassurances that he didn't mind staying up with her whenever those awful dreams of hers didn't allow her to fall back asleep had managed to diminish the urges to bottle it up so she wouldn't bother him. 

Mari carefully cupped his face and used her fingers to ease the lines on his face. "If you keep frowning like that you'll get so many wrinkles before you're 25, birdy. It's not worth it."

"I was frowning 24/7 by the time I was 10, Angel. It's a little bit late for that." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, burrowing them further under the covers. Marinette had yet to let go of his face, but he knew what she was trying to do and closed his eyes. "Like what you see, Nette?"

As he received a rewarding giggle, the man felt himself completely relax under her delicate fingertips, her hands tracing the lines of his face in adoration. Mari would do this all the time after she found out it calmed him down. 

"Actually yes, even if my eyes have never been able to see you, my hands know you well. You know you're beautiful, mon petit oiseau. Have I not told you that enough?" She ran her fingers delicately over his lips before stealing a sweet kiss. "I love you Dami."

Marinette was aware that uttering those magic words usually made Damian forget about everything else and just focus on fighting her over who could give the other more affection. Lo and behold, this led to a war of kisses that had them rolling around in bed laughing. His favorite spot to leave kisses had always been her neck, and he enjoyed teasing her way too much. 

"That tickles! Ahhh, stop!" The giggles and whines echoed off the walls of their shared bedroom and Damian relented and let her go. Though not before kissing her once again on those lovely pink lips of hers. 

"Aww, you're no fun, Angel." He settled back under the covers while stroking her hair. 

"Don't think I forgot about what happened the last time you had too much fun, mister, Chloé said my neck looked like a murder scene and laughed for an hour before helping me fix it." 

"That wasn't my fault, You looked too beautiful and I couldn't resist." He pouted more out of habit than anything. Around the time they had started to become close, he had unknowingly started to mimic Marinette's expressions, at least until one of his brothers pointed it out, and now it just stuck with him. 

"Sure you were, you giant baby. I don't understand how anyone could think you're dangerous, you're a softie." 

Well, in all truth, she did know how. One of the reasons she loved it when they were alone was because he was so carefree then, he didn't have to cater to any kind of reputation. Damian didn't need to be Talia Al Ghul's son, or Bruce Wayne's son, or even Robin. He was just Damian. A guy a little bit rough around the edges, but devoted to Marinette in every way. Just as she was to him. 

"Only for you, Nette. Only for you."

Long forgotten were the nightmares and the fire in Marinette's mind, and as she snuggled closer to Damian's chest, letting his heartbeat lull her back to a (hopefully) peaceful sleep, the last thing she heard was a soft "I love you too Habibti. Always."

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That’s it for day 5! Thank you for reading, and let me know what you thought of it! Also, I love all of your lovely comments and I cannot express how happy they make me. Love you all <3

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Daminette betrothed au part 5

So I have had some crazy writing block so I'm not really sure when this is going to be posted so sorry for the very late post anyway where were we...

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Damian and marinette decided to go on a date to gatham botanical gardens. Once they got there Damian took her on a tour around the garden, until they were told they had to leave because a threat had been called in. Daimen suggested they go to Wayne Enterprises and he could give her a tour of that instead. It was perfect, Mari could see WE on a day his brothers wouldn't be around so she wouldn't ask to see it a day they would be around.

Almost as soon as they arrived Damian was told his father wanted to speak with him, probably about Xander. Marinette went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. When she was looking for a place to sit she recognized one of the men happily chatting at a table with some of his co-workers.

"Dick! Hey," she called. He turned and smiled at her, waving her over. "I didn't know uiu worked here? Oh! How is Mar'i I haven't seen her since last week?"

Dick continued smiling as he said, "Mar'i is with her mother visiting some family, i couldn't go because I have some business here, but they should be home by tomorrow and I'm sure she will be very excited to see Xander at the park again. What are you doing here?"

"Im here on a tour as a date. But he was called away by his boss for something."

"Oh ok, that's cool." He responded. "So did you see the news this morning? The Riddler was caught last night by Robin and Red Hood."

The conversation continued and marinette smiled at the thought that damian had helped put a mad man back into a place where he could get some help.

At the same time Dick was thinking about how his little brother could have gotten killed last night. even though he was proud of damian, it was clear that he had been distracted by something and as a vigilante he couldn't afford to be distracted.

When everyone was finished eating they stood up and walked toward the door, laughing and talking, as marinette told them her date was done and she wanted to continue the tour with him. As she was walking away Dick could swear the man she hugged and went with was Damien. But no he had to be seeing things. Right?

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Tim was downing his third coffee of the day when Dick walked into his office. He was going to need some more coffee.

"Hey Timmy, I was wondering if you could look up Marinette dupan-chang. I think I may have just seen her hug damian and not have her arms removed from her body. Not even a finger."

"I'll send you whatever I find." Tim said. he was far too tired to unpack whatever it was Dick just said, all he heard was "Marinette dupan-chang" and "hug damian". which sounded interesting but he was looking into a partnership with several other big companies to have a charity for art (again) and a murder case simultaneously. So it might have to wait until he was more awake to deal with that.

"Great, send it to my personal phone." Tim nodded and got back to work on his two projects, but the idea of someone hugging damian was just too tempting. He pulled a second laptop onto his desk on top of the laptop he already had and the keyboard of his desktop computer.

He learned that marinette had gone missing at the same time as damian and after several months she was found at the ege of France. She gave birth to a baby boy shortly after that which meant she had gotten pregnant while she was missing. At the same time damian was missing. And the same time the hero of Paris had gone missing.

Tim wasn't an idiot he was actually kind of a genius. And these dots weren't hard to connect. Marinette was probably kidnapped by Talia, because she was ladybug, at the sane time damian was kidnapped. She had then had a son whose name was Xander dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne, with no father listed. So damian had a son. Now the question was, did damian know he had a son? He would have to ask one of the two of them. This should be fun.

Tim decided not to tell Dick or Jason what he had learned, not yet. He would talk to damian about it first, find out who all know and then see what happened from there. The one thing that still bothered him though was that marinette had only been seventeen when her son was born. She had been so young. And she was alone. A single teen mom in Paris, and now in gatham.

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Oooo what's going to happen! How exciting. I hope you guys like this chapter i had some really bad writers block but I'm hoping its better now. I'm also pretty stressed because I have bed bugs. Yay. Bed bugs are awful i don't know were they came from and they are so hard to get rid of its ridiculous. I'm doing everything I can but if you ever get bed bugs I recomend burning your bed, the sheets, the comforter, the carpet in you room, everything, just burn everything and that should fix the problem. Bed bugs are like glitter. Just when you think they are gone boom you see one. Anyway I'm done with that little rant. Um.... tell me what you think and if you want to be tagged. And um if I spelled things wrong or didn't grammar right tell me that too.

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chapter three: goodbyes and old memories (part one)

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pairing: Stiles Stilinski Black!OC

word count: 8,454

warnings: kate argent, abuse, pedophilia, trauma, swearing, implied PTSD, mention of a panic attack, slight violence, slight assault, mention of hunting, slight mention of bullying, mention of deaths via fire

"You have six minutes," the Peacekeeper informed us and shut the door behind my family. It was silent for about four seconds as my father, two sisters, Derek, Cora, Laura, William and Talia all stared at me. For some reason, those four seconds felt like an eternity and I thought the peacekeeper was going pop his head in any second now to tell us our time was up. Shockingly—but at the same time not shocking at all—my father was the very first to speak.

"Aurora?" He said, his voice trembling. I didn't know what to say. The look on his face—the look in his eyes brought my walls down.

"Daddy," I said, tears already beginning to roll down my face as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and ran to him. I ran into his waiting arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I didn't care if they all saw me crying, looking like a big baby in front of them. I needed to feel safe, even if it was for a second. Either way, they're all family anyway, so it shouldn't even matter.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I couldn't let Alise go up there, I-I just couldn't. I'm sorry," I sobbed out.

Bubba shushed me as I sobbed, hiccuping and all. He pulled away and gently wiped my tears away.

"I'm scared, Daddy. I'm terrified. I-I-I d-don't wanna leave you, I don't w-wanna kill chil-children. They're gonna m-make me kill kids, Daddy. But I-I... I don't... I don't wanna die. I'm so scared, I don't know what to do," I rambled, hiccuping like crazy and honestly at this point I felt a little embarrassed to be this emotional in front of the Hales. They've never seen me like this.

"My baby girl, my brave, beautiful baby girl," he began, and he looked at me with, so much love in his eyes, it made me feel like my heart was breaking all over again. "I'm scared too, baby. But you have a shot, okay? Remember, you have a lot of people waiting for you to come back. And you must come back to us, you understand?" I nodded, gripping his shirt like as if the Peacekeepers were about to come in any second now and take me away, and my Bubba's lip trembled.

"God, I love you so much. You have to be brave, okay? Just as brave as you were out there, you have to be in there. And the killing... no one will look at you differently, you won't be killer, okay? You have to do it to survive, Aurora. It's... messed up, you know that the most out of everyone, but in these conditions, it'll be okay. You gotta do what you gotta do to get back home," he told me firmly. I nodded and he continued, "no one will view you differently, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."

I nodded again, knowing damn well he couldn't force others to think I wasn't a murderer but I let it go for now. That's a different conversation for a different time, a time that I might not live to see, or a conversation I might not live to have either. He sighed and tears began to form in his eyes as he looked me over once again.

"God, you remind me so much of Rose," he commented and I smiled because, for the time being, I guess I could see what he meant. Mama would've done everything to protect her children, just like I did. He kissed my forehead and hugged me once again. I breathed in his calming, familiar scent and as I did, I heard him whisper in my ear.

"Hopefully now you can realize that you truly are a good person and can stop blaming yourself for a death that wasn't your fault," I pulled away from him, like as if I was burned and I stared deep into my father's eyes and he gave me a knowing look. I don't think he can even begin to comprehend how much those words are affecting me right now. I looked down in shame, suddenly feeling guilty for an unknown reason, and he tilted my head up, looking up at him once again.

"I love you, Aurora."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I replied, hugging him tightly for the last time, sniffling into his shirt, silently thanking him because for once in five whole years, I didn't feel the guilt of my mother's death on my shoulders. Even though I knew it wouldn't last all too long, since I have long accepted the weight of the guilt and allowed it to make a home somewhere deep within me, it was nice, at least for now. I unwrapped myself from his body and turned to face my sisters and, honest to God, I had literally one nanosecond to register the fact that Alise and Amara running at me. Literally running at me.

"God, why would you do that?!" I heard Alise say and she was quickly interrupted by Amara.

"Oh my God, you idiot, are you okay?!" Amara bombarded me. And then she, as well, was interrupted by Alise's screams.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THA-" Alise screamed at me and I couldn't take it any longer.

"Alise!" I cried out, causing her to stop talking and I pulled away from both of their arms and crouched down to level myself with her crying face.

"Wh-why-why? Why would you do-do that?" She cried, hiccuping as she hugged me tightly.

"Alise, I would rather die a million times over than to watch you be in those Games," I informed her. She looked at me like she understood but I know she's incredibly stubborn, she wasn't having it. "When I heard your name be called I nearly lost my mind, I thought my ears were literally playing jokes on me."

"You have to win, you have to-to try, you have a chance," she whimpered out. I sighed, knowing this would be a hard conversation to have.

"I do have a chance, everyone's always told me I'm smart all my life. I'll definitely try, okay? You have my promise, Alise."

She nods and I kiss her forehead, hugging her tight.

"Don't let Beau forget about me..." I commented trying to lighten the mood, smiling at her. Alise laughed, sniffling as she nodded at me. I went to stand up but Alise stopped me again. I looked down at her expectantly and I felt her slip something metallic and small into my left hand. I opened my hand and I saw it was a golden pin; a golden pin of a Mockingjay holding an arrow in its beak

I looked down at Alise in confusion, why is she giving me this?

"It was Mom's pin... I made it a while back. I knew she loved Mockingjay's. It was her favorite bird. She told me once when she dies she wanted to come back as one of them. After she passed... I didn't what to do with it, so I just kept it on me all the time," Alise explained and I felt my heart break at the mention of Mom. I was also slightly taken back at the fact that Alise had managed to forge a literal metal pin but at the same time, I still didn't understand why she was giving it to me though...

"Alise, why are-?" Alise cut me off.

"Just take it, so you know we're with you, always, even when we aren't there. Even Mama, she's gonna be there with you, too. Through the pin," Alise rambled out and I nearly melted at the sentence. I wanted to break down into tears once again, but I had to stay strong, for my family. I quickly wiped the tears that escaped and nodded my head at Alise, putting the pin in my pocket.

I turned around to face Amara and I truly took in her appearance, like as if it would be the last time I would be seeing her and I wanted to capture the beauty that is my sister. She's crying just as much as she was when Alise's name was called, and probably not more than Alise currently is. I wondered if she had the same moment I did when she heard Alise's name and saw me go up on stage.

'Do you think she wanted to replace the both of us? Volunteered for us?' I thought to myself. It must suck for her not to be able to do anything, just stand in the sidelines and watch her siblings get sent to literal Hell. I think I would've literally lost my Goddamn mind if I knew I couldn't have done anything about to save Alise.

"Amara-" I started but she cut me off.

"Just come back, Rory. Please, come back," Amara whispered to me as she pulled me into a bone-crunching hug. She finished with; "I don't know what I would do if I watched... if I watched you get ki... get mur..."

I cut her off, knowing she was struggling with finishing that sentence, "you won't. I promise."

I pulled away from her hug and looked at the Hales. Cora and Laura were crying and so was Talia, which was a rare sight to see. William looked troubled, probably keeping it together for his weeping family and I looked next to him and my eyes landed on the last Hale, Derek and- wow. Derek was actually crying.

Derek and I had a nice relationship, which I'm proud of. He is a very silent, loner-type of guy. Reminded me so much of a hermit. He was a very closed person, never really wanted to let anyone in, never wanted to show that he cared. The fact that I managed to sneak into his life, slipping in through the cracks of the walls he has built around himself and that he allowed it, was a pleasant, almost satisfying feeling. It felt like a weird accomplishment, like a trophy. Especially since he basically acts like he despises everyone, and just barely tolerates Boyd, Erica, and Isaac—even though they still, very clearly annoy the shit out of him. He's super nice to me, Alise, his family, and my father—duh! And it annoys the shit out of Stiles, which is the best part too. And don't even get me started on he acts when it comes to Amara. Lord, the only time I've ever seen a love that deep and profound was when Mama was still alive. Bubba treated her like as if she was his entire world, which she was. Derek treats Amara that way and it what she deserves. I do pick them good, don't I?

The story of Amara and Derek began when I was twelve years old, almost thirteen. I had asked Amara, who had turned sixteen at the time, why she stares at this specific boy at school so much and she had admitted to me—after about five minutes of her making me super-pinky-promise not to tell a soul about her lil' secret—that she liked the boy. And after watching the boy myself, wanting to see what the hype was about, I noticed the boy was a year older than her but he was indeed cute. And I even tested him, acting all clueless and asked him to walk me to class because I was "lost". And he passed it because he did without a second thought, even it was about five months in the school year. He's a lil' clueless but it's whatever, his beautiful hazel eyes make up for it. He carried a nice conversation with me the whole time in which I learned that his name was Derek Hale. And he didn't forget about me either, which I personally thought was adorable, he would say hi to me in hallways all the time. So I knew he was a good person—and most importantly good for my sister.

But Amara never did anything to act out on her feelings. And I wasn't going to force her either. Mama used to say that if something is meant to happen, it'll happen, that fate works in mysterious ways. So nothing happened, no matter how many times I told her "stop waiting for something to happen out of nowhere and to do something about your feelings" or how much I wanted it to happen, Amara was too shy, too scared of being rejected. And soon it was too late.

The Hales were a big family and they lived in a pretty big house. They had many family members; cousins, uncles, and aunts. But then the Hale Fire happened, four years ago when I was still twelve. The only survivors were Talia, William, Laura, Cora, and Derek.

The Hales were a family of twenty-two.

Derek closed himself off from the world. He lost nearly all his friends, which was a disgusting thing, only five of his family of twenty-two survived and you leave him? Yeah, better not to have those people in his life but it's such a wrong time to leave him. I felt so bad for them and racked my brain for days, trying to find a way to help them out.

I remember a couple weeks, probably one or two, later, I overheard Bubba talking to Ms. McCall about the fact that the Hales were struggling food-wise and that they wanted to help them out. I decided that the next day I would hunt as much as I could give it to them. It took all day and I lost a lot of bows and knives and Scott and Stiles wouldn't stop complaining but I managed to catch four bunnies and two ducks and one squirrel. I even managed to get Alise to ask the Dunbar's for two pieces of bread that morning, which she got thanks to how adorable she was.

The next day I went over to their makeshift home at the time with five bags and a timid smile on my face when the door opened. Mr. Hale, whose name I would learn later on is William, answered.

"Sorry to bother you, Sir, my name's Aurora Galloway, daughter of Hudson and Rose Galloway, and I feel really bad for what happened to your family. You may be a stranger but my Mama... she used to always say our house is always open to those in need, even if they are strangers. And you are a stranger, in need. Hopefully, this helps," I proclaimed and I handed the bags to a very confused looking William. Once he looked in the bags the man broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, also please don't tell the Peacekeepers I hunt," I begged the man, confused as to why food of all things is making him cry, hoping that he wouldn't rat me out because I hurt his feelings. He then dropped down to his knees and hugged me, thanking me profusely.

Out came Derek and Talia, I didn't know her name either, at that very moment, from inside their makeshift home, probably wondering what was taking the man so long or why he was on the ground. Now that I think about it, that view from inside the house was probably terrifying to them. They came running over and Talia spoke first when they reached William.

"William...? William?! What happened?! William, what is it?!" She yelled at him. Derek looked long and hard at his father and then at me and I saw anger flare in them. He then proceeded to grab me by the shirt.

"What did you do?!" He yelled in my face and recoiled back, trying to get out of his grip, scared at what was happening.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything! Well, I don't think I did anything! I just gave him this! I promise I only wanted to help!" I explained, trying desperately to remove Derek's hands from my body.

"Derek, let her go, now," his mother ordered and Derek looked torn but he begrudgingly let me go. I took a couple steps back, fearing what his mother had in store for me. At that moment I was terrified of all of the remaining Hales. What the heck is wrong them all? Are they vegetarians or something? Oh my God, what if they are vegetarians?

"Thank you, thank you so, so much!" Their father yelled, now up from his knees and literally picked me up off the ground, hugging me tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Hale take one look at the meat in the bag and she gasped.

Mr. Hale put me down and Talia crouched down to my level.

"Did you get this... for us? How...?" Even though the Hales were showing me kindness, they still pretty much terrified me, so I cut her off.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone or I'm gonna get in big trouble says my Bubba! And I can't say, it's a secret. Well, gotta go now! You're welcome, bye-bye!" I rambled out, trying to get out of that conversation as quick as possible. I ran away from the Hales without a second glance.

I unknowingly began my relationship with the Hales after that day. A week later, William came to my house and Bubba answered the door. I was standing at the kitchen, absolutely terrified that Mr. Hale was going to tell them what I did and get us all in trouble. But he did the opposite; he thanked us, he told my father that what I did basically saved them, helped them out a bunch. He told Bubba that he should be glad to have a daughter like me.

Bubba ended up giving me a stern talk about hunting and how I was supposed to keep it a secret but I could see in his eyes that he was proud of me. I remember being so happy that day.

But what I personally believe really formed my relationship with Derek was the whole Kate fiasco. God, that crazy bitch.

Shortly after the fire, Derek had gotten involved with a woman. Her name was Kate Argent. Lord, did that break poor little Amara's heart. She assumed he wasn't on the market because of the fire so she hadn't made a move because he was still healing. When I told her that he was seeing this Kate lady, the look on her face said it all.

I felt bad for Amara, she really fell for this boy. And I know that I hated Kate because Amara is my sister and I have to hate whoever is hurting her, even if they don't mean it but this Kate chick was just... off to me. She gave me a bad vibe, one that said 'steer-clear-of-this-bitch!'. I had no idea what Derek saw in her.

I found out that they were a thing when I saw them making out in the woods when I went to do everything; hunt, practice my knife-throwing, my archery and hang out with Stiles and Scott when we weren't beyond the fence. They dated for about three months before I realized something was seriously wrong in that relationship. She had this grip on Derek that was... something I can't even begin thinking of the proper word to explain. She refused to let him do any work with any girls, have any friends, barely talk to family, it was bad.

Talia came over to my house one day and talked to Mama about it.

"I just... I don't know what going on anymore with him, you know? He was so open with me, used to talk to me about everything... and now, it-it's like I barely know my own son," Talia cried, laying her head on my father's shoulder as Bubba comforted her, trying to calm her down. She had shown up that night randomly at our doorstep, crying. I had answered the door. My father took her in immediately asking if she was okay. She explained that she hadn't to do her husband because he was "too worried about his job and he didn't need more on his plate". It was at that moment, after watching Talia sob into my father's shoulders, I decided I would put an end to that relationship, and possibly create a new one.

After spying on them for about a week or two, I realized that this Kate chick was using and abusing Derek.

I found out she was using him while walking to the Townsquare, for a little trading action. I had unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze were having. Mrs. Hazel Farway and Mrs. Primrose Evergraze were two little old ladies that had retired and spent the rest of their days watching others work, giving advice to others and, mainly, gossiping about the district. Always. Like gossiping was literally all they did. I had no idea how they got all the information they spoke of since they barely moved from those rocking chairs they basically lived in but everyone knew, when they said something, it was either true or going to happen.

Mrs. Evergraze was talking about how the Mayor had felt bad for the Hales and had made an arrangement with the Capitol to get them some money to get back on their feet.

"When will that Derek boy open his eyes and realized that slimy Kate is only with him for the money?" Mrs. Farway sighed. My eyes widened. First off, how the hell does she know they're together? And Kate's only with him for money? What money? I decided to continue my research later on that day, with my father because now he and Talia are constantly coming over each other's houses, quickly becoming best friends.

Later on, that day, before I went to bed I saw Bubba in the kitchen, reading. I decided to question him.

"Bubba?" I remember asking him quietly. He looked up at me, his brown eyes eyeing me curiously and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, Rory?"

"I got a question, I was wondering if you help me understand..." I explained vaguely, beginning to wonder if this was the right thing to do.

"Of course, what's going on?" Bubba asked, setting his book down on the dining table and motioning me over to him. I walked over and sat on his lap.

"I heard the Hales are getting money from the Mayor... is that true?" I had asked him, tentatively. Bubba's face changed almost instantly, going from curious and slight worriment to an almost angry look.

"And where in the Hell did you hear that from? Were you spying on my conversation with Talia?!" He interrogated me and instantly I regretted asking him anything at all. I remembered I made a mental note to trust my gut feeling always.

"No, no, Bubba! I heard it from Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze earlier today..." I explained myself, hoping not to get in trouble because of some gossiping old ladies.

"Gosh, those ladies do love to talk, don't they? Well, no one is really supposed to know but yes, they are. And honestly, it's great for them. It'll really help them out," Bubba explained and I nodded understanding. I then decided to ignore my gut feeling once again and ask him about Kate.

"And also, who is Kate Argent and why did they call her 'slimy'... is she a bad person?" I remember asking Bubba again and I also remember his eyebrows raising in shock or surprise, I don't know but it was one of those two.

"Kate? Did she talk to you?!"

"Bubba, no! It was Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze again! And no, she hasn't spoken to me! Is she really that bad?" I asked again, wondering what she did that was so bad.

"Oh goodness, you nearly gave me a heart attack, Aurora. Stay the hell away from those women, Rory, you're too naive, they'll confuse your little mind. But Kate Argent... is not a good person, at all. She's known for being a thief. She stole from everyone at the market, even assaulted Mr. Cornell when he caught her. But that was years ago, anyways her father, Gerard Argent, got her out of those accusations those, he's 'close' friends with the Mayor," Bubba tried to explain, using his hands to do the quotation over the word "close". I nearly recoiled back in shock at the new information.

"The Mayor's gay?! Doesn't he have a wife?!" I asked Bubba, now incredibly confused. I don't hate gay people, not at all, I'm literally bisexual. I believe all people have the right to love whoever they want to love, regardless of gender, but this man has been married to his wife like a thousand years now... and they have kids, too—and to this day I still laugh at the look my father gave me when that sentence came out of my mouth.

"My Lord, Aurora! No, he blackmailed him!" And afterward Bubba had to explain what blackmail was to me and after getting a stern talking for being a little snoop, I was sent to my room.

While laying in bed, after being banished to it by Bubba, I tried to figure out a plan on how to help Derek but nothing came to mind. I decided I would confront him after school.

And that's exactly what I did the next day. And after taking an entire day to explain the whole situation, what I was doing and what I was planning on doing to Stiles, I managed to get him on board. After I begged him for help for like ten freaking minutes.

"Derek scares me Aurora, let him suffer in peace, please, for the sake of me, pretty please?" He begged me, his arms flailing everywhere—a thing he still does to this day, you can't have a Stiles conversation without he waving his arms around like a madman—and I shook my head at him.

"Quit your begging, peasant boy! You made a pinky promise you'd help, and you're keeping it. Stop being such a coward," I argued, in a weird posh accent. I remember thinking that Stiles needed to calm down, he was acting like as if Derek was going to kill us.

"Aurora, come on-"

"Fine coward boy, I'm going on my own then," I had interrupted him, being fed up with his stubbornness. I had turned around to walk away from him and I was suddenly yanked back, a hand grabbing my arm. I turned and saw it was Stiles. I stared at him in confusion.

"I don't want you going on your own though," Stiles admitted, looking extremely conflicted. I glared at him. He wasn't giving me any leeway in this situation.

"Stiles, what the hell? Dude, I'm going, whether you like it or not. And I don't understand you couldn't just come with, it's not you had to talk to him," I tried bargaining with him, feeling a little bummed because I really wanted to spend some time with Stiles and I thought he was going to come with me but he didn't want to do this and I obviously wasn't going to force him too either.

"Fine, let's go," Stiles groaned out, finally giving up. I broke out into a big smile because thank God, I really didn't want to do it alone.

"Yay!" I cried out, grabbing Stiles' wrist and dragging him out of the school. We managed to find Derek speed walking down a neighborhood and I had a feeling I knew where he was going. We hiding behind Ms. McKenna's house, sneaking glances at him from a safe distance.

"Wait, so how exactly are you gonna do this? Just go up to him and say, 'Hey, your girlfriend is a scummy, gold-digging bitch with a serious history of theft and you should dump her for my sister,'?" Stiles whispered, mimicking me. I smacked his arm for his language and sighed because he was right.

"Just follow my lead," I whispered back and I ran up to Derek, coming up to him from behind.

"Hey Derek, how you doing?" I said, greeting him loudly. He jumped, obviously getting scared by my sudden presence.

"Aurora?" He asked, looking confused. I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smiling.

"In the flesh," I responded boastfully, striking a lil' pose for him. I turned my head, wanting to see where Stiles was and spotted him right behind me. I winked at him and turned to face Derek once again.

"What do you want?" Derek grunted out, his eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes glaring holes into my face. He eyed Stiles up suspiciously too. I decided to continue my lil' innocent act.

"Why are you assuming I want something? Can't I just talk to my old pal?" I lied to him, shaking my head at Derek.

"Who's the boy?" He questioned. I felt Stiles get closer and grip my arm from behind.

"None of your business. Anyways, back t-" I retorted quickly, trying to change the subject from Stiles back to whatever it was I was trying to do. I was still trying to figure out a plan and I only had like twenty-three percent of one at that moment. But Derek cut me off.

"I gotta go, don't talk to me," he grumbled, shutting me down completely. He turned around and began walking once again. I began following him and Stiles followed me.

"Derek, come on, don't go. Derek!" I pleaded, trying to get him to stop but he was ignoring me. I huffed and suddenly an idea came to me.

"How's the house-money treating ya? You just gonna not talk to me because you gonna be rich now?" I quipped, knowing damn well that would get his attention. 'Try ignoring me now, bitch,' I had thought to myself and then I quickly chastised myself for swearing.

Derek whipped around, causing me to stop abruptly, apparently too abruptly for Stiles because he ran right into me, causing me to stumble forward a lot and nearly fall on my face. He grabbed my arm from behind once again, stopping me from making a complete fool of myself.

"How do you know about that?" Derek questioned glaring at me harder than before.

"Don't need to worry about that, Derek, but just know, I'm not the only one," I said, smirking at him as I managed to finally figure out a plan and I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"Who else knows?" He interrogated me, stepping closer to Stiles and I. I stood my ground because if he even thought I found him in the slightest bit intimidating, he was going to be very discouraged and very soon. I decided to still answer his question though.

"The only people I know who know apart from myself and your family are my father and some big-mouthed old ladies. But maybe you should ask your girlfriend, maybe she knows someone else who does..." I hinted, trailing off at the end. I remember seeing something flash across his eyes and face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared before I could analyze it.

"How do you know about her?" He asked once again, deciding to get in my face, probably hoping that would get some answers from me. I could basically count his eyelashes from how close he was. Stiles at that moment decided to do something besides stand off to the side with his tail between his legs and that was to get in between Derek and I. He pushed me back and stood protectively in front of me. I couldn't see his face but it must've been a scary one because I honestly, at that moment, I thought Derek would swing at him for his bold move but Derek stared at him for about five seconds and then backed up.

"Y'all suck face where I hunt," I admitted, sneering at him. How dare he get in my face, has he lost his damn mind? I began to get mad because what the hell, why is he being so freaking mean? What happened to nice Derek? What does Amara even see in him anymore? But then I remembered the conversation my mother had with his and I remembered Kate. This is what his mom meant by "I don't recognize my own son anymore," He's acting like this because of her.

"Whatever, I gotta go. Don't tell anyone what you know or else," Derek said, threatening me. I was pissed but I decided to let it go. He went to turn around but I quickly began talking again.

"Wait, come on, Dere-bear, I just wanna talk, why you in such a rush?... Wait, are you in a rush to see her?" I said, realizing that I was right earlier, he was rushing to see Kate.

"Aurora, I really need to get going-" he began to say but I wasn't letting him get away that easily, so I cut him off.

"Yeah, get going out of that relationship!" I interjected in a witty way.

"Shut u-" I cut him off again because don't ever tell me to shut up. Fuck you.

"You're scared of her, Derek. I see it. I've seen what she does to you, what she tells you to do. My Mama told me that in a relationship the couple loves each other. What you guys have... it isn't Love. Hell, it's barely a relationship, Derek. I know you see that." I affirmed, looking him right in his eyes, trying to get him to see what she was doing, trying to get him to see that Kate was a bad person.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He's more stupid now for thinking I'm just as stupid as him.

"Derek, you're observant, you're smart, I know damn well you are. I know you see that she isn't a good person, I know you know about her not-so-secret past as a literal criminal, I know you know she's using you to get to that huge stack of money you're about to receive, and I know you know that she's turning you just as rotten as her and that this rotten version of yourself is hurting your family, especially your mother," I stated, glaring right at him. His eyes widened and I quickly continued, "And you're just ignoring that because you don't wanna face the consequences yet."

Derek stared at me and I could tell he looked defeated so I knew I was getting through to him.

I continued, "but the funny thing is, there are no consequences, Derek. If you explain what happened, your family will understand, you know that. They'll forgive you and they'll help you. You know they're there for you always."

"But she'll do something, her... her grandfather is... not a good person," he explained, looking at the ground.

"I know about her grandfather, but you shouldn't suffer through this because of some raggedy old ass man. Now go and break up with that scummy, gold-digging, pedophilic, slimy bitch," I finished, quoting Stiles a lil' bit, walking up to Derek placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.

"Now? But-" I cut him off.

"We'll go with you, if you feel like you can't do it on your own, she won't be able to do anything, we some good, innocent, adorable ass kids," I advised, pulling Stiles close to me and pressing my two pointer fingers into his cheeks, making it seems as though he had dimples. 

"But Aurora-" I cut him off once again, finally getting fed up with his stubbornness.

"Dude, don't do this for me, do it for your mom. She's hurting seeing you like this," I mentioned, knowing I was hammering this home.

Derek looked as though he was thinking it over and I mentally patted myself on the back for accomplishing this. Stiles looked at me with this face that clearly screamed, 'what the hell else did you just get me into?' And I smiled innocently at him. Derek then spoke up, interrupting our little moment.

"Okay, fine. I'll go break up with her now but-" I nearly burst with joy at the sentence, I didn't even need to hear the rest of it. He's finally doing it!

"Yay, let's go!" I more or else shrieked, grabbing both of their hands, pulling them in the direction of the forest.

The break up consisted of many screams, insults, fake crying, and threats but he managed to maintain being calm and did get through it somewhat cleanly by pulling out the classic 'you're literally a pedophile and I can totally use this information against you and ruin your life forever' card which was a nice touch, in my opinion, got her to back off instantly.

Afterward, he went home, explained the whole situation to his family, apologizing to them. But Stiles and I obviously weren't there for that part, I found out through Talia. She had come over once again and she talked about the whole situation to Bubba over coffee, talking about how they all forgave him, how much he has truly changed and how happy and at peace she finally was. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water while she was talking and as I made my way out of the kitchen, my father looked at me and winked at me. I smiled back, greeting Mrs. Hale on the way out.

And the look on Amara's face was great when I told her that a certain boy whose name starts with 'D' was single once again.

After the whole Kate fiasco, For about a month afterward, Derek would show up literally out of nowhere and pull me away from everything to talk to me. Now that I look back at it, I realize he was confiding in me, trusting me and I subconsciously smile at the memories. The first time he appeared out of nowhere. I was in school, in the hallways, talking to Scott and Stiles about some stupid test we had to take the next period. He had come from behind me, startling the hell out of me.

"Can I grab Aurora for a second?" Without even waiting for Scott nor Stiles to respond—which most definitely was going to be a big, fat"no" from the both of them, they had yet to trust him, around that time—he dragged me into an empty classroom. He apologized for being a lil' prick and I accepted his apology, in return I told him if he ever needed a friend to talk to, I'll be there. I didn't he would take me up on that offer so literally.

One day, about three-ish months after the Kate fiasco, Derek had come over to my house. He was telling me about some rumor that was speculating about him and at that moment Amara came in through our door. I smiled at her and then I saw her freeze. I also saw Derek kind of tense up as he stared back at her. I looked at Amara and then Derek and an idea popped into my head, gasping so hard I nearly choked.

"HEY AMARA, how you doing?!" I exclaimed, grinning like wild. She didn't answer, seeming frozen as she probably was trying to figure out why in the world her crush was at her house, so I decided to help her out.

"I'm good, thanks for asking, anyways have you met Derek Hale?" I asked, trying to sound as clueless as possible. Amara looked at me like as if she wanted to smack me and I smirked at her, giving her a thumbs up and winking at her. I got up from the couch and grabbed Derek, pulling him off too. I dragged him towards and I pushed him a lil' so he would be standing right in front of Amara.

"Derek Hale, meet my older sister, Amara Galloway. Amara Galloway, meet my friend, Derek Hale," I overexplained, grinning like a little school girl at the same time. All they did was stare at each other so I huffed, a lil' annoyed that I had to do all the work but I was going to do anyway. I pinched Derek's side and that seemed to snap him out of the trance that my sister's beauty put him in.

"N-nice to meet you," he stuttered out and I could already see them together. I was grinning like a madman.

"Nice to meet you too," Amara echoed shyly. She had this little smile on her face and I saw Derek smiling at her.

"Hey aren't Y'all in the same school? That's crazy, what a coincidence," I rambled out, trying to get them to talk.

"Yeah, I've seen her in halls before," Derek responded, sounding in a slight daze, still staring at Amara. Aurora turned to look at me weirdly.

"Aurora, there's only one school-" she began but I interrupted her.

"Anyways, that was nice, I gotta talk to Derek in private, bye Amara!" I exclaimed, excitedly. Amara stared at me and I motioned for her to go away. She huffed and walked in the direction of her room. I didn't want to send her away but I need her to out of the room for now.

Derek stared at her as she walked away and then when she was out of sight, he turned to look at me. We stared at each other for a few minutes; I had the biggest grin on my face and he looked a little scared.

"Aurora, are you okay? I've never seen you smile this much." Derek commented, looking at me incredulously.

"Am I okay? I'm great! But the real question is... what do you think about my sister?" I asked, not even trying to hide what I was trying to get at.

"What do I think about her? She's... nice I guess," Derek half-confessed, looking over in the direction Amara left. I scoffed, she's Goddamn stunning, nice is belittling to her, well, at least in my eyes.

"You guess? She's more than nice, I would say she's... gorgeous, don't you think?" I instigated, smirking at Derek. His eyes literally bulging out of his head.

"I didn't say that," he sputtered out and he was just making this too easy. They are literally meant for each other.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to because I already know that you want to."

"Umm..." he uttered out, looking around my living room frantically, possibly trying really hard to find something to get out of this conversation. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Derek, I saw the way you look at her, you look like me when I..." I trailed off, stopping myself as I realized where I was taking that god awful comparison. 'You look like me when I stare at Stiles,' I was going to say... how stupid could I be, nearly revealing my crush like that? I internally shook the thought out of my head and quickly continued my sentence, knowing that Derek would catch on and see this as a way out, "Look at some pumpkin bread or something."

"Pumpkin bread? What? You know what? Whatever. I don't like your sister," he disclosed to me, not even realizing it and my eyes widened. Jack-fucking-pot!

"I never said you did," I replied with the biggest, shit-eating, devious, smug smirk on my face. His eyes widened as he quickly realized his mistake.

"Fuck."

Turns out, about two weeks after the whole Kate fiasco, Derek caught me talking to my sister in the halls at school and was wowed at her beauty, because fucking duh, my sister is fucking drop-dead gorgeous, getting hooked on her immediately. He told me he wanted to talk to her but didn't know how to approach her due to the many rumors speculating about him at the moment. A week later, Amara grew some tits and asked Derek out. And the rest is literally history, they are literally married now.

I returned back to reality and realized I was staring right in his red-rimmed eyes. At that moment, that old memory of us made me realize something. I realized just how much I meant to Derek. I realized why Derek and I had such a lovely relationship, why he was so kind to me. I realized why Derek had allowed me to sneak into his life, why he let me slip in through the walls he built. I realized at that moment how much love Derek must have for me. I saved his family from starving to death, got him out of a predatory, abusive relationship, was his friend when he really didn't have any, held all of his secrets, let him confide in whenever he wanted to and helped him meet and get with the love of his life. He wanted me to get in because he trusted me, he cared about me. That old memory took a whole new meaning in my mind.

"Come back, Aurora. Please," Derek pleaded me, more tears falling down his cheeks. I nodded, now noticing that tears falling once again dripping out my eyes. Great, now I'm crying again.

"I will, Dee, I will," I whimpered out and he walked towards me, wrapping me up in a big hug. I hugged his torso tight, feeling my tears wet his shirt. I looked over and I saw his sisters, still crying and holding each other for support, staring right at me. I looked at them and smiled weakly.

"Get over here," I called out to them, pulling my left arm from Derek, motioning them over. They ran at me just like Alise and Amara did minutes ago and I allowed them to group hug me this one time. Might be the last one I ever have, so might as well.

"Time's running out, guys," Alise warned us and I let the Hale siblings go, wiping my tears away as I swore under my breath. I speedily walked towards Talia and hugged her, not wanting to let them leave without a hug.

"Oh, my sweet, brave Angel. You're gonna be okay, okay? You got this in the bag, you hear me? No one can throw a knife or shoot an arrow like you, sweetie. We'll be waiting for you when you win," she encouraged me and I hated it but she actually gave me some hope that I could possibly win this shit-show. I nodded and watch as a single tear ran down her tan skin as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled and turned to Mr. Hale and he quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

"There's nothing I can really say that hasn't already been said but as Talia said, you can do this, just remember that we're going to be on the edge of our seats waiting for you to return back to us," he promised me and I smiled once again, hugging the man tighter. I pulled away and turned to look at my family, smiling weakly at all of them, looking at them and feeling an almost... bittersweet... emotion? I couldn't think of the proper word since I was so focused on the fact that I had so many emotions running through me at the moment.

"Well, this is it, Y'all," I stated quietly, my voice cracking at the end. Alise suddenly looked panicked.

"No, no it isn't!" She cried out and at that moment Amara decided to speak up, looking very anxious and... bothered.

"Aurora, there's something I have to tell you," she said quickly, her Galloway rambling coming out. And before I could even process the sentence that came out her mouth, the Peacekeeper came in through the door.

"Time's up," he said simply and I felt my begin heart beating erratically. I didn't want them to leave, all of this instantly becoming too real for me but I couldn't cause a scene because then Peacekeeper would nine times out of ten hop in and that's the absolute last thing I want to deal with. Getting a war-styled trauma flashback while my hearts beating a thousand miles a minute and also, on top of that, I'm already on the verge of having a full blown panic attack doesn't sound like a good time for me. Sounds like the literal recipe for a heart attack.

Fuck.

They all began to be escorted out of the room by two Peacekeepers and right before she would step out those doors, Amara ducked under the Peacekeeper's arm and ran towards me. She wrapped me in one last, crushing hug and I felt her press her face up against mine, her mouth close to my ear.

"I'm pregnant. Come back so you can help me name your future niece or nephew," she whispered and turned around, letting the Peacekeeper who's arm she ducked under grab her and pull her out of the room. She was pulled out of the room and the doors were shut abruptly before I could fully process the news.

I stood there in shock at the revelation that was essentially chucked at me, my legs giving out and thank God, I was already standing in front of a chair, my knees would've paid dearly. Amara's pregnant. I'm an Aunt now... Aunt Rory. Let's see if I live to hear myself get called that.

I sat in silence for what felt like forever, with my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck was going on and I wasn't meeting my mentor, seeing Liam, or on the way to my inevitable death yet. Shouldn't I have been gone by now? What were they, or I guess, I was waiting for?

The sound of the doors opening once again got my attention and I swiftly looked up, wanting to see who came in and got the answer to my "who am I waiting for?' question from before because through doors I saw Isaac, Allison, Kira, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Malia, Scott, and last but not least Stiles wall shuffle into the room.

"That's funny, you thought you were finally gonna stop crying about three minutes ago, didn't you?" I heard a tiny voice say in the back of my head as I stared at the group of friends that I loved so dearly. 'Think again, bitch.

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chapter tres was a long one... sorry, got a little carried away there. PART TWO IS GONNA BE LONGER !!! so sorry, just there's a lot of flashbacks and shit/ anyways, as always feedback always appreciated !!! thanks for reading ♡

Jason Todd x Mom!Reader- Babybird Part One

More Jason Todd cause he is my son. This is pretty long, and there will be more parts. 

Warning: Graphic mentions of violence, mentions of nightmares

  You were woken up by a string of screams coming from the room opposite yours. In a matter of seconds, the duvet was thrown to the floor, and you had dashed across the hall to the room where Jason resided. The young boy was sitting up in the bed, the screaming had ceased, but his chest heaved up and down, and his shaggy black hair skewed the view of his usually youthful face. Carefully, you made your way towards the bed, speaking in such a soft tone Jason could barely hear you, but yet, in a voice that always managed to ground Jason after being rocked by a nightmare.    "Honey, it's okay," you hushed him as you gently lowered yourself to sit on the bed. Twelve-year-olds shouldn't be having dreams that bad, you thought. Jason seemed so tiny, and fragile, compared to such a large bed, as he curled in on himself, watching as you sat next to him.      This wasn't a rare occurrence, Jason had nightmares often. You supposed that was what happened when a child was thrown into an adults battle. Jason had heard and seen so much back with his biological parents. and when he took up the Robin mantle, that only seemed to make things worse. But Jason was like Dick and seemed to desperately seek Bruce's approval. Willing to fight alongside the Batman in order to spend time with him, to make Bruce proud. Bruce was your best friend, but if there was one thing you hated about him, it was his need to take in kids and allow them to fight beside him, to become sidekicks. Allow them to fight the heinous criminals of Gotham at such a young age.

     You watched sadly as Jason trembled, his breathing uneven, swaying slightly in place. You had dealt with situations like this before with him and knew by heart what to do. Carefully, you reached a hand out to brush the black mess of hair away from Jason's eyes, revealing tear coated and reddened cheeks, as well as bloodshot eyes. He was exhausted. It was rare, though, for dreams to be so severe that he had to rock back and forth, as well as not attempt to hide the flowing tears. Usually, you came in, checked if he was alright, he would force out a reply, and you stayed with him until he fell back asleep, but tonight was clearly not going to be like that. The dream had been too real. So much so that Jason clearly didn't want to deal with the aftermath alone.      As you brushed his tears away from his cheeks with timid fingertips, Jason would swear that it was the softest thing he had ever felt. No one was so gentle, and caring for him as you were. He wouldn't admit to how happy that made him. Even with your velvet touch to his cheeks, it wasn't enough to soothe away the pain that had been brought on by the dream. More fat tears rolled down Jason's cheeks. They were silent tears until you spoke.    "You're okay, Jason, it was a dream." A wretched sob escaped past Jason's lips, urging you to pull him close to you. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, Jason continued to cry, some sobs quiet, while others were loud. No, this was more than a nightmare, it was a memory, you remembered from past experiences. Jason only cried so hard when it was something he was forced to relive. "Oh, Babybird," you cooed, raking your hands against his scalp. Pulling back from his hold slightly, which he whimpered at, you placed a kiss on his forehead. Then on his cheek, and the other, then back to his forehead. It hurt to see a child so vulnerable, in so much pain. Every instinct in you was telling you to hide him away, to tell Bruce he could no longer be his Robin. To keep him safe. Unharmed.    "Stay?" Of course, he wouldn't want you to leave, as evidenced by his tight hold around your waist. No child would want to be left alone after something like that. You nodded without speaking, continuing to hold him as he finished crying. It was a solid hour before he fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally going back to being even. Peaceful.      You stayed with him for the rest of the night, occasionally fallings asleep, only to be jerked awake when he moved slightly in his sleep. The protective mode that had been activated when you first entered the room had yet to subside. All you wanted to do was keep him safe. Make sure that he was never put through something like what he has seen before again. That's what parents want for their children, and surely you were Jason's mother, as he was your son.

     Over the years you had spent with him, the bond had only grown stronger, and by the time he was fifteen, you had completely taken up the role of his mother. Which is why when he got on that plane to Ethiopia and never returned, you left. You put the blame so heavily on Bruce that you couldn't bear to be around him anymore. He should have never let Jason be Robin!      But Jason had been Robin, and the Joker had killed him. And when Bruce said he wouldn't get rid of the Joker for good, you left Gotham in general. For months you had disappeared, you knew full well that Bruce, Dick, and Barbara had been looking for you, needing to know that you were alive still. You were very much alive, though you knew they would never find you where you were.      Many months, almost a year and a half, after Jason's death, and your disappearance, Talia Al Ghul was the one to find you. You had met her back when you and Bruce were teenagers, and though she occasionally assisted her father in committing atrocities, you were still her friend. By your account, she had done many things to prove that she could be trusted. And so, you went with her, back to her home on the other side of the planet. So far away from Bruce, and Gotham, and away from everything that reminded you that you were a mother who had lost her son to a villain that should have been killed years before Jason was even born.      The League of Assassins were a group of people you were familiar with and often found yourself hating. They were trained to brutally kill the innocent, and you were trained to do the opposite. You were to save those who couldn't keep themselves safe. But the conflict you felt, and the pain that gripped your heart kept you there.      Everything had changed so suddenly. For years you were convinced that killing was wrong, even when it came to criminals. But as you sat beside Talia, you thought deeply, eyes trained on the two people that dueled each other in front of you. Was killing the evil people of the world so wrong?    "My new protege," Talia hummed, pointing to one of the people who battled the other. "He shows great promise." You watched in horror as her protege kicked their opponent's knees in, forcing them to the ground with a yelp. With the sword, he held in his hands, in one quick motion, the head of the opponent was detached, left to be taken away by a servant. Blood covered the ground, and sword, the smell was horrific, and you were forced to hold back a gag. Why were you here?    "I thought you had a son to take care of Talia," you remarked bitterly. A young son, in fact, a baby. You never could understand how she bared to be away from him, knowing what the people here could do. "How do you have time for a protege?" You stared at the boy she had been training as he let his sword fall to the ground, his shoulders slumped. His body language read loud and clear- he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to kill that person. You knew that look.    "My son is a baby, he knows not if I am present or otherwise. This boy needs my attention now," She said calmly, running a hand through her thick black hair. "I want to help him."    "By teaching him to murder?" You questioned, Talia rolled her eyes.    "By teaching him to do what is necessary," She corrected. You bit the inside of your cheek hard. Maybe she thought she was doing the right thing. "He has unused potential, I will show him how to use it."      You didn't belong with the League. Well- you weren't there for them. You didn't like them. You were there for Talia, your friend. But she was one of them, and it was her job to make more of them like her. Assassins. Killers. Half of yourself wanted to leave, but the other half told you that this was the only place for you.      You stood from where you sat next to Talia, smoothing out the wrinkles in your skirt. The body of the murdered man was being taken away, the sun shining against to puddles of blood.    "It is too hot here, I am going inside," You says, pulling at the headscarf you wore, feeling dizzy and sick. The protege, you noticed, had moved to sit on the ground, probably feeling as miserable as you, as he wore all black, not an inch of skin visible. You couldn't imagine how he was feeling, nor did you want to. Not a thing in the world could make you want to do what the Assassins were trained to do. Murder, train in harsh conditions and live under Ra's Al Ghul.      The heat of the desert was brutal, the sun beat down relentlessly, the air was still, and humid. Entirely different from Gotham, which rained almost at a constant, and was often cold and had a bitter wind. You found yourself longing for that familiar weather. Your home had always been the city, after all, and being away from it for so long was beginning to take a toll. Being away from your family did nothing to help.      Talia stood up as well, motioning for her apprentice to follow her. You dipped your head down, trying to avoid the sunlight. The headscarf you wore was lightly colored and did help a small amount in protecting your head and face from the harsh rays of the desert sun.    "My friend," she spoke kindly, you glanced up at her in acknowledgment. "If you wish to return home, I will understand." It was as if now she was reading your thoughts. You nodded slowly at this. "I can see your discomfort in being here, you are not happy."    "I won't be happy there either," You sighed.    "Happier then here, I believe." She was right. You didn't belong here. These weren't your people, and the desert was not your home. Gotham was your home. Dick, Barbara, and Bruce were your family, whether you hated Bruce or not. You would go back to Gotham. You were beginning to feel as if you had to return.      But the Joker was going to die when you arrived. No matter what Bruce said or did.

Hello Blu!!! Blu, I'd like to ask you, what if exist a flashpoint like in Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox (in your mind/your point of view), for ex: What if Jason had been saved by Bruce, what would have change in this flashpoint paradox? What other things/people would have changed? What do you think of this? Sorry just a random question that came to me ^^ and i'd like to know your opinion! ^^

Hello,

In a flashpoint where Jason lives instead of dying… Alright, well, I’ve thought a lot about this. I even have a story on the parameters of if Jason had lived rather than dying, but that’s a bit closer to the Arkham Knight AU for what happened to Jay.

Anyways, B would save Jason, he wasn’t late, but Jason’s still in critical. I HC that B managed to save Jason but couldn’t save Shelia so that bitch dies in the very explosion she was meant to die in (a moment of silence as we mourn the bitch… okay back to business).

Jason is rushed into a hospital, coma, rehab, years of work to come back; because he’s not magic. Dick is now growing the fuck up and pulling his head out of his ass and trying to be a big brother to Jason as Jason struggles through PT. Alfred forces the family to see a shrink (JL or other), traumas are addressed rather than manifesting unhealthily. Alfred finally just had enough of this shit and said they would see a shrink; all because Jason’s brush with death scared decades off him, and B, and they both see the value now in maybe growing up and addressing the traumas. Also, B doesn’t blame Jay, especially not after he finds out about Sheila. 

They address Jason’s trust issues, inferiority feelings, how he felt when they isolated him and were going to take Robin away from him. Dick gets to talk about his needs to grow up, spread his wings, be himself, and address his anger issues and maybe they’ll also talk about his relationship with and his feelings about Jason and how Jason IS NOT his replacement. B never develops his god complex, because God Knows That Man Is Merely A Man! It’s fucking annoying too, B feels that.

I think that Dick and Jay work on becoming brothers through Jay’s PT, movie nights, Titans actually properly meet Jay, books, books, more books, and Jay might even get to go to that school dance he wanted to go to. Even if he’s pushed into the dance in a wheelchair. Dick’s Titans, Garth, Roy, Donna, Lilith, and Wally completely support Jason’s role as Robin now. Yes, Jason still is crushing on Donna, but she’s out of his league and she finds it sweet.

In that time, I think Tim finds the Waynes, and I think Tim and Jay bond; tight and fast, Dick’s actually stepping up to be a big brother. Tim becomes Robin, Jason focuses on PT; resentments about that situation are addressed and Jason doesn’t have that festering wound of being replaced. 

Tim is now the baby brother, and Dick and Jay adore him. They like teasing Tim, and drawing Tim out of his shell, maybe even doing normal brother shit, like beating up Tim’s bullies, rough housing with him, and even possibly formally telling Jack Drake to fuck off, Tim’s their baby brother. I think with that in mind, B legally goes about adopting Tim, and Tim is shocked at this news. They have a huge family dinner to make the announcement, and Tim cries like a baby in joy (No one will ever say anything about that, because Tim’s family).

Stephanie comes barrelling into the family (Jay’s starting to go back into the field; possibly under a different name, Red Bird, or Bluejay or something). Dick and Jason torture Tim about his crush on Stephanie, and they adore Stephanie. B tolerates her still, and maybe tries hard. Stephanie never becomes Robin, staying Spoiler, and she practically lives at the mansion. She trains with the boys, plays with them, and is never adopted because of Tim’s feelings for her, also B might like her but she’s so not his kid. Babs takes a real liking to Stephanie, and takes Steph under her wing, even presenting Batgirl to Stephanie when she’s older.

Yes, we still find Cass, or better Cass finds them, and she’s adopted by them. Babs is still Oracle. The Batfamily; whilst dysfunctional in different ways, is functioning, and they are recovering. B adores her; obviously and she’s his favorite child; the boys all know this and they adore her. The boys are also painfully aware that Cass can do no wrong in B’s eyes, and could probably get away with murder, they can never get away with anything.

Jason never clashes with Joker; and Joker is a quadriplegic, blind and mute after B is done with him. [I Know There are ways to incapacitate Joker without killing the fucker, so B can stay on his ‘No Kill’ rule and Joker is fucking gone from the depths of nightmares and on a painful trip to Hell]. Joker dwindles into nothing more than a nightmarish memory on Gotham’s psyche. 

Jay and Roy become BFFs during his PT and Roy’s recovery, and get into a shit ton of antics still. Jason never makes that first kill, but is still reckless, he even acquires the All-Blades; though no one knows how he accomplished that. Alfred is the one who teaches Jay to shoot, it’s a coping mechanism to make Jay feel some form of control and safety. No, he does not use guns on his patrols, opting to stick to B’s methods and the swords.

Jason becomes a Titan, on a team with Raven, Eddie Bloomberg, Conner Hawk, Kyle Rayner and Koriand’r on his team. Jason torments Dick about this when Kori crashes here and Dick’s tripping over his tongue and feet around her. Tim just finds it hilarious too.

Dick and Babs never work out, but they stay friends, and Dick eventually marries Kori. Babs and Kori are great friends, and have a girls weekend once a month (Babs is Mar’i and Jake’s aunt, Raven’s still their godmother and Wally their godfather).

B and Talia never get back together, instead their fall out is of epic proportions when B finds out about Damian. The Bats take Dami in without questions.

Damian still clashes violently with Tim, Jason beats Damian up though and Dick comforts Damian. Damian still bonds closest to Dick, while Tim and Jay both leave the demon spawn to Dick. Tim will never admit this but he totally slept in Jason’s room for the first year after Damian moved in; after that first night and he was violently woken up by Damian’s attempt to murder him. Jason is Tim’s favorite brother at that point.

They adopt Duke a year after Damian, Dick and Jason actually insist on this; with Cass’ help, and Duke is dragged into the lunacy of the Bats.

Cass and Stephanie are BFFs, and they work closely with Oracle, they are Orphan and Batgirl, and together all of Gotham’s criminals fear purple glitter bombs, and ass-kickings. The girls are the ones who stumble over Harper Row and her brother, Cullen, and they quickly accumulate Harper and Cullen into their little group. B has no idea what to think about this, but everyone knows he’ll never say no to Cass.

Tim becomes a Titan, on a team with Kon, Bart, Cassandra Sandsmark, Zachary Zatara, Tanya Spears.

Kate joins their ranks, but is not permitted her firearms, in fact, she is the biggest clashing force in the Bats with B. But B, and the family are firm on their No Killing policy and their No Fire Arms. In fact, this is almost a fall out for Kate and B until the Bats have to save Kate, and they kind of make it clear that if she’s in she’s all in exactly how they want. If not, she’s no Bat.

Luke joins into the Bats too, though that’s completely accidental as he’s only interested in saving his father at the time. But he kind of falls hard for Babs, and sticks around. He’s also the buffer for Tim when it comes to keeping his secret as Red Robin from Tammy, though Luke vastly disapproves of tihs. But neither of them want Tammy in the Batfamily world; it’s dangerous. Luke and Tim also save Tammy from Bane’s venom, with the aid of Stephanie when that rolls around.

B marries Cat. No heartache or heart break there, they are married, almost a year after what happened to Jason because they realize: Life Is Too Fucking Short.

Jason gets into Princeton, he’s always at the top of his class and involved with athletics and vigilant life. He’s not a lady’s man like Dick was before Kori, but he’s good with the ladies, and has a lot of girls who are his friends. He’s not Mr. Popular but the world has finally stopped comparing him to Dick. Jason’s time in Princeton is huge! The family is extremely proud of Jay and they are vocal in their pride, even being the dorky family cheering at his graduation. Jason did punch Dick for that, and caught Tim in a headlock as Stephanie glitter bombed them both for having a banner there. Cass has the photographic evidence of this. Damian just clicked his tongue in disapproval before Dick glitter  bombed him too. Duke was Cass’s perch for the glitter bombing so, he was safe from all glitter bombs. Over all though, it’s good times.

Jason later goes to Harvard to study medicine, which he’s really excelling at. He wants to be an ER doc, to help people shortly after their trauma, knowing the importance of quick actions after extensive damage.

Tim and Tammy get engaged. Tammy is furious when she finds out she engaged a Bat, but she’s mostly upset he didn’t trust her enough to say something.

Cass does become a ballerina, and still takes acting classes from Clayface.

Babs and Luke eloped; a weekend in Atlantic City neither of them really remember.

Tim and Tammy break up though when Tim moves to San Francisco to be with the Titans more.

Duke goes to Princeton after Jay, and meets Claire, they start dating.

Damian becomes a Titan, he’s on a team with Kaldur’ahm, Garfield, Wallace West, Jon Kent (for whom he is falling for almost painfully), Djinn and Emiko Queen.

Helena was born at some point, she’s adored and the center of the family’s eyes, even Damian fell for her. He’s also a sucker for Mar’i and Jake (though he’d soon eat glass than say that). 

Jason finds Terry and Matt, by accident after they lost their parents in a wreck and were at the hospital Jay. The DNA testing showed Terry and Matt were B’s kids, so he kind of brings them home. B goes off on Waller for this violation, and the using of his DNA to create the boys. 

Babs and Luke adopt Carrie Kelley and Nell Little, bringing them into the Bats when they can’t keep Carrie out of it.

Life continues on though, and they keep going. They are a family. They aren’t perfect, the Bats are far from perfect, they still have epic blow outs, and fights, also huge feuds but they are a family. They banned together after Jay’s near brush with death and didn’t travel down that morbid rabbit hole of self destruction and god complexes of inadequacy.

A Definitive Ranking of All Arrow Trios

OTA (Original Team Arrow): Oliver, Diggle, Felicity- 99/100 Practically perfect in every way, the core of the show, complementing skills and personalities, great teamwork, without them there’s no show. -1 for lying to each other

Island Trio: Oliver, Slade, Shado- 91/100 very good team, little island family, love each other a lot, very talented (they’ll kill you and then have a campfire and tease each other), very supportive even when murdering, would die for each other, -4 love triangle stuff, -5 death and mirakuru

The Queen Siblings: Oliver, Thea, Tommy- 85/100 Wonderful sweet family, lots of canon and headcanoned sibling bonding, big brother Tommy, Oliver and Tommy looking out for one another, -10 for Oliver stealing Tommy’s girl, -5 for Thea flirting with her brother

Team Super Spies: Maseo, Tatsu, Oliver- 83/100 lovely family dynamic, Maseo and Tatsu power couple, swords archery and gun makes a great combo, Oliver gets nice mentors and a positive example of a loving couple, spy stuff, -7 dead kid, -5 abandoning your wife, -5 group only formed under threat of death and Oliver was basically enslaved the whole time

TAJ (Team Arrow Junior): Roy, Thea, Sin- 80/100 could also be called the scooby gang, lots of spunk, no love triangle drama, gets stuff done, also almost get killed, -5 bad listeners and lie a lot, -15 for forgetting Sin existed

Mayor’s Squad: Oliver, Quentin, Thea- 77/100 supportive family dynamic, good political team, pretty honest with each other (its a big deal for them), nice blend of political styles, so grown up, I’m proud of them, -10 shady political dealings, -3 nepotism, -10 bad judge of character for other members of the Mayor’s office

NTA (New Team Arrow): Rene, Curtis, Dinah- 75/100 great realistic friend banter, meta tech and skill makes a good power balance, good back up singers, different enough from OTA, -12 for limited screen time

The Queens (aka Team Impaled on a Sword): Moira, Oliver, Thea- 73/100 wonderful family, don’t mess with them they’ll have you killed, will lie for each other about anything, would do anything for each other, shared experience with swords, -7 for lying to each other, -10 for having Oliver tortured, -10 for petty grudges

Suicide Squad: Diggle, Lyla, Deadshot- 71/100 Dyla Dream Team, Diggle/Deadshot bromance, ex soldiers working together, very skilled, lots of snark, -15 for shooting Dig’s brother, -9 for putting a bomb in a team member’s skull, -5 for general distrust

Evil Girl Group: Talia, Black Siren, Evelyn- 68/100 Very powerful, very evil, good chance of redemption as individuals, small chance of redemption as a group, effective team, big sisters to Evelyn yay!, -16 for lack of screen time together, -16 for maybe leaving each other to die on an exploding island

The Diggles 1.0: Diggle, Lyla, Sara- 68/100 Dyla Dream Team, very cute baby girl, superspy and vigilante power couple, low drama, -30 baby Sara can’t contribute to team efforts and does not have her own characterization for she is a baby, -2 don’t work together very often

The Diggles 3.0: Diggle, Lyla, JJ- 67/100 same as above but -1 for erasing Sara from existence

Slightly Less Evil Girl Group: Chien Na Wei, Cupid, Liza Warner- 65/100 fun team up, good diversity, broke out of jail that’s fun, Cupid always gets points, -20 for only one episode, -10 for Liza Warner barely being a character, -5 for Chien Na Wei sometimes outclassing the others sometimes being on their level

Team “We Don’t Need Oliver and Felicity- Oh Wait We Do!”: Diggle, Laurel, Thea- 62/100 interesting combination of characters, good vigilante team, did a good job protecting the city, good sister dynamic with Thea and Laurel -20 never actually really saw the group on screen, -13 needed Oliver and Felicity back as soon as things got tough and interrupted the proposal, -5 not enough Diggle

Newbies: Rene, Rory, Evelyn- 60/100 nice varied skill set, good sibling bickering, lots of sass, -30 for Evelyn betraying them, +10 for cute Christmas presents

Kinda a Group Briefly- Diggle, Roy, Laurel- 58/100 good team potential, good Roy and Laurel friendship, good Diggle advice, -7 not enough Diggle, -30 only existed for one episode, -5 Laurel doesn’t know what she’s doing

Original Trio: Oliver, Tommy, Laurel- 56/100 Tommy and Oliver bromance is very very good, Tommy and Laurel romance is very good, allusions to growing up together is good, Laurel and Oliver supporting Tommy is good, -30 for love triangle nonsense, -4 for not getting out the glades when you’re supposed to and getting Tommy killed, -10 for judgment and accusations and lies on all accounts

The Lances: Sara, Laurel, Quentin- 55/100 Love each other a lot, good dad, good sisters (mostly), assassin lawyer and cop is a fun combo, -30 why you always lyin’, -5 why you always dyin’, -10 can’t handle grief

So Crazy it Just Might Work Squad: Anatoly, Sara, Oliver- 52/100 hard to beat because they’re a little crazy, good out-of-the-box thinking, origins of the Anatoly/Oliver bromance, pretty effective -10 because they might ram a sub into your brand new freighter and won’t even say they’re sorry, -30 bad habit of assuming the rest of the team is dead without checking, -8 no real bonding 

SCPB (Starling City Police Buddies): Quentin, Hilton, Kelton 50/100 matching names! kind of, Kelton respects Felicity, good police work, good dry humor, -30 for forgetting Kelton, -10 for demoting Quentin, -10 for killing Hilton 

Did They Send Me Daughters?: Yao Fei, Shado, Mei- 48/100 all cool people, good fighters, took care of Oliver, -30 in a year and a half didn’t mention Mei once, -15 Yao Fei playing favorites only training Shado, -7 forgetting Mei

League of Jerks Remix: Ra’s, Maseo, Al Sahim- 42/100 big improvement over original League of Jerks, lots of talent, very evil, much less rudeness to each other than original LoJ, Ra’s is very supportive of Al Sahim, they train each other try to help each other improve, could probably take over the world if one of them wasn’t only pretending to be part of the team, -40 for Al Sahim secretly being still good, -10 for forced marriages, -5 for mass murder, -3 for attempted brainwashing

Lance Sisters: Laurel, Sara, Sin- 40/100 cute sister moments, Sin’s existence brings them favor, -20 for sleeping with sister’s boyfriend, -10 for pettiness, -30 for Sin and Laurel never meeting

Bratva and Friends: Anatoly, Oliver, Viktor- 39/100  +30 for Oliver and Anatoly bromance, +8 skill overthrowing Bratva leaders and despotic tyrants, +1 Russian accents, -40 for betrayal, -18 for Viktor not mattering except to betray them, -3 because friends don’t let friends casually torture people to death

The Smoaks: Donna, Noah, Felicity- 37/100 no team unity, divorce and betrayal, lying to your daughter, not telling your mother your secret identity, too much criminal activity, abandonment issues, +10 for hacking skills, +7 for sacrificing for Felicity, +15 for Felicity, +5 for Donna’s emotional intelligence when she shows it

Team Deathstroke: Slade, Blood, Isabel- 35/100 accomplished a lot, all of them are Oliver’s friends but not really, very very evil, -10 for not liking each other, -5 for Blood’s name, -30 for betraying and killing each other, -10 for Isabel being creepy, -10 for Blood falling for Oliver’s charm and quitting the team

Original Trio Senior: Robert, Malcolm, Moira- 25/100 Lots of cheating on each other, lots of secret keeping, one murder, one attempted murder, lots of blackmail, not very good with teamwork at all, a fair amount of accidentally killing their own children because of all this, +10 for sneakiness skills, +5 for dry elitist snark, +5 for taking care of each other’s kids, +5 good doomsday planning

Purgatory Pals: Fyers, Wintergreen, Yao Fei- 22/100 they’re not even friends, have to pay each other to work together, Billy doesn’t get to show his face, kidnapped the daughter of one of them, shot Yao Fei in the face

Team Vertigo: The Count, That Psychiatrist Dude, Count Vertigo- 20/100 Know how to stick to a theme, shared interests, make for really good episodes, villainous but also know how to create good cathartic internal struggles, -5 for not knowing the one guy’s name, -5 for two kind of having the same name, -70 for not actually being a team

League of Jerks: Ra’s, Maseo, Nyssa- 17/100 very rude to each other, too many forced marriages, intentionally kicked one member of the trio out and replaced her, are Maseo and Nyssa even friends?, +10 for Ninja skills, +5 for Nyssa, +2 for effectiveness

I Guess They Were a Team: Slade, Oliver, Sara- 12/100 only together very briefly, first thing they do is lie to each other, lots of strangling, some torture of each other, no trust, too much mirakuru, +12 for taking over the freighter and good planning skills

The Diggles 2.0: Diggle, Lyla, Andy- 7/100 very bad trio, lots of betrayal, threatening the lives of children, killing friends, brainwashing, keeping people locked in cages, shooting brothers, +7 for Dyla Dream Team

The Psycho Ex’s: Helena, Isabel, Cooper- 5/100 very bad team, don’t even know each other, very mean to their ex’s, very creepy, +5 would be good villain team if they met

[MS] The Broken Man

The man who lived down the street, just six houses from us always wore a disappointed look on his face, halloween trick or treating was never fun as he always used to make us run off w/o as much as a dumb raisin. The neighbourhood kids hated him for that very reason, and I was no exception. I wondered often, what could he possibly own that made him so arrogant, so proud, so much so that even socialising with kids was beneath him? As I grew up, it turned out that adults were no exception either. This once I recall, all the adults of the society were to gather around for a meeting to review the rules and regulations of the society, everyone but the man who went by the name of Mr Steadler was in attendance. Noticing his absence, a triplet of the committee members was sent to his house to inquire why couldn't make it to the meet. Being the socialising wizard he was, he wasted no time in belittling the very existence of the committee and the clinginess of the members to get to his house uninvited, invading his personal space, and not letting him be.I remember asking my mom about Mr Steadler and why he was always in such a bad mood, and why he never talked to anyone, adult or child. To my disappointment, my mother had no answer either. It turned out, nobody in the neighbourhood knew anything about Mr Steadler apart from his address, his limping walk, and his charming personality. Being as curious as I was, I made it my mission to unravel the mystery that was Mr Steadler. I began by noticing Mr Steadler's routine for a week. Everyday he used to leave his house at 9 A.M. and return at 11 P.M. He never broke this pattern. At most he deviated for an hour or so but that could have very easily been the traffic holding him up. I also noted that between him leaving the house in the morning and entering it in the night, he never had so much as a grin on his face. I began to wonder if this guy ever really had a good day. He looked like he was about 45, maybe 46 years old, which made this even a sadder mystery to solve, to track the daily routine of a 46 year old man who never experienced a single day of happiness? It was getting depressing, even for a 15 year old. But I wasn't ready to give up just yet, I concluded that if I want to get to the bottom of this, I need to follow Mr Steadler around to know more about him. And so, upon the brink of Sunrise one Monday morning, my journey to become local detective had begun.I woke up early, freshened up quickly and waited anxiously on my bike for Mr Steadler to make a move on with his day. My parents weren't being very supportive of my actions, but like all heroes I knew that if I were to make it, I had to let go of them one day or the other.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mr Steadler came out, locked the door behind him and drove off to wherever he used to drive off to. I followed him, maintaining quite a distance from him. With my helmet on, I was pretty sure it would be difficult for him to recognise me from this distance. I followed him to a mansion located just outside the city. It took us about 4 hours to reach there. Mr Steadler stepped out of his car and went inside the mansion while I stayed behind and set myself up at a nice vantage point with my pair of binoculars to give me a good view of what's happening inside the mansion through its windows. For the next 3 hours what I saw can only be called comedy in its truest form. I saw him cleaning the mansion from top to bottom while a guard kept poking him with a stick, saw him dance for, I'm assuming, the resident kids, saw him getting yelled at by possibly the owner of the mansion while he was on his knees. This was all too funny to miss. But then he did a very peculiar thing just before he left, he went to the adjacent garden, stood there for about 5 minutes and did the most abnormal thing he could possibly do - He smiled. Once he was done making a fool of himself, he got in his car and went off. I assumed we're off to our home and so I got on my bike and followed him from the same distance as before. But I was wrong. He made a turn I didn't recognise. I kept following him for another 90 minutes until we reached a graveyard. This took a dark turn real quick for me. I thought maybe Mr Steadler had spot me and now to protect his image he would take care of me here in the graveyard and dispose off my body in one of the graves. All sorts of horrible thoughts were circling in my head now, how he could use a stick, a hammer, or a jack to knock him unconscious, maybe rape me before killing me whole and then leave my naked body in a hole to rot for eternity? I wanted to run away but then I noticed him getting out of the car, standing at the gate of the cemetery and start crying. He wasn't here to kill me, he was here to grieve. But for whom?As he went inside, I closed in the distance so as to come within earshot of what he was about to say. I finally understood the importance of gravestones at that very moment. He went near a grave which I couldn't make out clearly of whom it belonged to, but I didn't care, all I wanted to do was listen. And so I did. What I heard next brought tears to my eyes. "Hey momma, I'm back. It's been 2530 days since you left. I know I say it every time I come here but I just don't know how to begin talking to you without saying how much everything changed since you left. The mansion in which we used to live in was taken over by dad, he kicked us all out and started his own family, completely abandoning us. Talia fell in love with a guy with connections to the underworld and lost her life to a don who enslaved her for 3 years. When she could no longer live with herself, she cut herself in the middle of a night and those monsters, instead of covering up her body and performing a proper funeral, left her naked cut body to rot in the streets for days until someone found it because of its foul smell. It took some time to identify her but when the media did, it broke me. To see my sister go through that filled me with rage and left me feeling so powerless because there was nothing I could do against these people. After some time had passed since Talia, I met this girl Alice in whom I found comfort. I confided in her and she embraced me with open arms. We went out for a couple of weeks before finding out she was already married to the same don responsible for Talia's murder. Thanks to our similar facial features, it wasn't hard for him to figure out who I was. As soon as he found out, he had me abducted from a fair I was attending and had me in front of a gun's barrel. He gave me two options, either die on the spot or live another day as one of his servants. I don't know why I chose the latter for the former would mean dying once but the latter would be to die everyday. Every single day he makes me clean his massive mansion with a small tooth brush. Everyday I fail to finish even a single floor for which he punishes me by making me stand in water filled with Piranhas. I have lost most of both my feet because of this, his wife, Alice yells at me horrible words just because I'm part Jewish, and keeps reminding me that me and my kind deserved the holocaust and what a whore my sister Talia was. It hurts more to know this is what she thinks of me now that we're over. To humiliate me further, the don would often fuck one of his sex slaves or his wife at times in front of me by tying my cock to a rope hung around a sensitive lever which would unleash the hounds on me should I get hard looking at them have a go at it. Once or twice an incident happened and I still have the scars all over my body. My life has gotten so sad that I'm afraid of making any friends whatsoever, I have to be rude to people, even kids all the time because I know that one little out for my emotions would mean a total breakdown for me, where I'd cry like a baby. Everyday before I leave that horrible mansion, I go over to their garden and smile that at least you guys are no longer here or you'd have it much worse than me. Heh, it's kind of ironic isn't it? Your death making me so sad while at the same time being a blessing. God, if there exists one, does work in mysterious ways, perhaps. I, anyway came here to tell you mom that, I'll be joining you soon. I want you to heat up whatever's leftover from last night because tomorrow I'm coming to you and Talia."Tomorrow he was going to his dead mother and sister? What did that mean? They're dead, how can he -Before I could finish processing that thought, I heard a cracker go off behind me. It was odd for a firecracker to go off at a cemetery. I sneaked a peek behind the gravestone I was hiding behind and saw Mr Steadler's skull all blown into several little pink pieces. The sound I heard wasn't of a firecracker... It was a gunshot.The gunshot had moved me, I didn't know what to do, all I knew was I had to get out of here otherwise it would be I who'd be in trouble. I made a run for my bike and cycled home as fast as I could. It was the longest journey I had ever embarked, from the cemetery to my place. All the events of the day kept going on repeat in my head. I reached home and went straight for a shower. I felt dirty, disgusted, and sad. I couldn't help but breakdown while in the shower. After a while it was difficult to tell how much of the liquid was actually water and how much were my tears. It's been 5 years since that one horrific night, nobody but me knows the tragic life that Mr. Steadler lead and now it's my burden to live out the rest of my days with that knowledge.

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